𝚆: cursing-verbal aggression, threats of violence (against other men), revenge porn (nudes) threats.
𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚒'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: who would u dislike having as your ex more? i could probably handle all of their dumbasses except tyun's. i would drown in my tears if someone talked to me like that.
This is my first time doing anything like this, but I love the way you write!! I’m usually a lurker for a lot of blogs, but I’m trying to be more sociable!!! Anyways, I have a small request (hopefully you haven’t received it before!!! if so, you can just ignore it ofc): OT5 headcannon for boobs or ass? I’m always so curious what they would choose; I’m split between being a nindungie & a solomon. For Kai, I think he would be an ass person, alongside Yeonjun! For Taehyun, I think it might prefer boobs? He always gave me the vibes that he would like big tatas LMAOOO. Soobin definitely gives me boobs vibes. I really don’t know for Beomgyu; I feel like he would be 50/50. Anyways, thanks for reading, and sorry if it’s long!!
͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏.☘︎ ݁˖⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ featuring... ot5!TXT 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ .ᐟ.ᐟ ᯓ ...and my thoughts on whether they'd prefer ass or boobs + with my made up justified reasoning <𝟑 .ᐟ
╰┈➤MDNI - NSFW content ahead...
warnings!! and mentions!! just my headcanons so nothing entirely in detail + entirely just my opinion please don't snipe me over ass and tits, just very tip of the iceberg nsfw (spanking, sex tape recording, reverse cowgirl, nipple stim etc.)
tyunningism's note: Welcome to the inbox 🚬 !! Surprisingly enough I think this is the first time someone's asked for headcanons on this blog hehe but I might be mistaken. But I'm super happy you reached out to my letterbox and I hope this matches what you were looking for! (++ if you can't choose between being a ningdungie or a solomon, be like me and become both)
ʏᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ ASS MAN ALL THE WAY !!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ I have a feeling this is like almost unanimous within the fandom, but I can't even begin with why he's just so ass-leaning in my head. Like I can proudly say I think he'd SO be into those teeny weeny micro skirts. Ones that don't bother to cover more than half of your ass + bonus points if you're wearing a thong or a g-string under them just for him !!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ I think he's a big fan of whale tails, his eyes are just DRAWN to them. And I don't think we can forget the fact that he dropped a pair of trunk shorts and posted his slutty ass on insta wearing them as underwear. Like he might as well drop a full on push-up bra as well, if only he weren't a sucker for seeing ANY ass through those trunks.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Now I think he might even resort to gripping ass as if it's affirmation for him that you're there. You're wandering off so much in the store that he's starting to lose track? Squeezes your ass. CLAWS it. One hand on your damn cheek and he's so fucking happy about it too when it catches you off guard, huge grin on his face when you're stuck to him like glue for the rest of the day.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Which also leads me to think that his favourite position would be reverse cowgirl !!!! In which I'd totally see him as someone who gets impatient with fiddling with any sort of underwear, and will do with pushing it to the side for his sake. Though it'll work out in his favour when he gets to mock you by snapping the band to your panties against your ass. Both hands on deck, just kneading the flesh in his hands like dough, GODD I'm a huge supporter of Yeonjun being the type of guy who guides your hips to grind against him properly.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ +++ I defo think he'd wear sunglasses on a hot day out to 'secretly' stare at your ass in a swimsuit (it's just really fucking obvious when he starts walking into the benches along the promenade)
sᴏᴏʙɪɴ ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ NO1 BOOBS LOVER !!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ None of you are ever convincing me that he's more of an ass man than a boobs man. I mean out of everyone excluding Jjun who just loves to take his shirt off anywhere, the amount of nip slips he's had on top of him unbuttoning his shirt on live. I think he's just into anything to do with chests.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Like have you all seen the man??!! His lips were MADE for latching onto tits, they're just so pretty and curved and I'm afraid it'll go to waste if it's not on a nip... and I'm also a firm believer he'd be into the genre of hentai where it's older women with overly exaggerated tits, I think he'd love to be scolded and dominated (practically fact atp) and completely zone out to tunnel vision his eyes on a pair of jugs. He has priorities and I respect that.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ OH and I think about this all the time but I think Soobin would be into shower sex too, especially if he's the one who gets to smush your tits against the glass like it's true in my head that he LOVES that. He loves lathering body wash over your tits too, probably sneaking an excuse in to help wash your back and then teases his way into massaging your tits too ><
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Another thing that's on my mind a lot if Soob buying you locket jewellery with a mini photo of him inside over and over again until he finds one that rests between your tits perfectly. That man just wants to be smothered by boobs 24/7, physically and in spirit. Like he'll absolutely complain and try to pry his way around you wearing it if you chose a different set of necklaces that day. It's his lifeline, and by stripping away his boob rights by taking off that necklace, he thinks asking to break up would've summarised it better.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ +++ loves nipple stim on himself and vice versa, wouldn't surprise me if he has nipple clamps in his drawer right now
ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ NONE OF THE ABOVE !!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Okay hear me out, by none of the above I mean I don't think he could choose for himself either. I think in his eyes they'd both be like hitting the jackpot if he were to touch or see them, like no complaints at all he's just desperate for any patch of skin revealed to him.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ If I had to choose a preference for him, I'd say he's more ass leaning which I also have a feeling is contrary to popular belief but RECENTLY I think everything about him exudes a lot more ass-man energy when paired with his Daegu accent. Which is also why I'd like to propose that he'd be into the last addition to the trinity, thighs.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Beomgyu would LOVE thigh high stockings and boots, fish nets, ripped tights. Anything that has an opening for him to get a good peek at your thighs. His own personal heaven would absolutely be watching the ways your thighs get bigger when your sit in his lap, watching the way you basically mould against him. Not to mention if you happened to where super tight thigh highs that made them slightly pudge out on top of the band?!! Hottest thing ever to him.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ So Beom absolutely would spend all day everyday between your legs, I think he's such an eater as well he just laps up everything like a mutt !!!!!!! And thus thighs are like the cherry on top for him to mark, he'd be so proud of his little teeth marks indented into the soft flesh too like he would DEFO then rub salt into the wound by fucking your thighs where his hickeys are still tender. Fucking evil, but he finds your mewls way too hot.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ +++ Outside of sex I also just entirely believe that thighs are the most comfortable for him to nap on, especially on a couch like trust me if your legs aren't closed, he's inbetween them.
ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ MY NO1 ASS MAN !!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Believe me when I say he's an ass man I swear I'm not crazy because oh my god?!!! What are the odds he's been danced on at a club, like I think Taehyun's a huge sucker for ass without a question. And unlike Yeonjun, I don't think he'd try to hide his blatant stares at all. He's out in the open staring at your ass at every opportunity he gets without any shame.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Like hitting the gym with Taehyun, whether you're there as moral support or to work out, he'll find the means to get a perfect view at just the right angle. Either by trying to spot you while you're doing squat lifts, getting distracted by the way your ass juts out towards him, or asking for water just so you can bend down to grab it for him. He'll sneak in a comment or two about how good your ass looks with the smuggest grin on his face 100% and then tries to back it up by claiming it's from a 'body building' standpoint.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Playfighting in bed will get him ACTIVE, it's basically freeway for him to playfully roll around with you until you end up in a gentle headlock, and what other way is there for him to have you in that position apart from doggy?!! I actually find it so hot to think about tyun with head locks and pressing himself up against your ass like PLEASE this is my sole wish I'd like granted.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ But for 🚬anon and all my other titty taehyun truthers out there, I'm also really into the idea of him being a service dom or having an oral fixation and just loving to suckle all over your chest like?!! Massaging them for you when they ache, licking and lapping all over your tits when his cat tendencies kick in plus plus plus those small purrs that he does, and even in the small actions like undoing your bra before you guys go to bed. I'm all for boob connoisseur Tyun too!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ +++ Taehyun's a spanker, I said what I said and I'm a firm believer of this because I don't think anything could turn me on more than rough dom tyun and punishing you with spanks while you're bent over his lap...do we get the idea??!
ᴋᴀɪ ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ LEANS TOWARDS BOOBS !!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ I think Kai's similar to Gyu!! Without an outstanding preference for either, he feels grateful enough to enjoy both, but instead I think he leans more towards boobs. The size of his hands are just perfect for cupping tits and I can say this wholeheartedly that Kai would 100% ask for titty pics out of nowhere, completely spontaneous.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ He's just an absolute head-over-heels fool when you respond to his needy sad faces with a titty pic, his favourites are especially the ones where you're all dolled up in lingerie with soft blues and cute pastels. Thinks you look like an angel in them which doesn't help the fact that you're just adding onto his infinite jerk-off glitch material stocked up in his gallery's favourites <33 (yes it's on the google drive too)
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Hyuka would LOVE sneaking up your shirt to rest his head there. Forget about big spoon, little spoon, that gentle giant will genuinely dip his head under your shirt to nuzzle against your tits while he sprawls on top of you. Even better if you let him fuck you into missionary right after, and yes he stays inside the shirt. It's necessary that he's suffocating himself into a pair of titties for him to cum !!!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ And once again for my 🚬 anon and my ass lover Kai believers, Kai can 100% be an ass man entirely like oh my god that one clip of him eating pizza...you cannot tell me he'd not love to have you sit on his face while he eats you out. He'd absolutely refuse to take a breather too, hands gripped TIGHT around your ass like you'd vaporise into thin air if he did let go. Chances are he might ask to film a sextape from behind just so he can watch back your ass while you grind on his face !!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ +++ I also think that Kai's a huge tummy lover for tummies of all sizes, just one of those features he absolutely adores whenever he wants to be intimate and cling onto you ><
Summary: The spinoff chapter of aftermath of the perfect date Soobin planned you.
⤷ choi soobin x fem!reader
warnings: smut !!!! p in v, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), soft sex (to me at least) not much else
Kissing Soobin came strangely easy. You don’t know when you started.
Was it when he ushered you back inside the apartment after soft droplets of rain began to pour down on your soft blankets? Or was it when he began to dry your damp hair off with a towel and kept looking at you with those eyes?
You giggle as Soobin plops the towel over your head, softly massaging the fabric into your damp strands. Soobin joins in on your soft harmony of flirtatious giggles, neck bent as he gets a good look at your delicate features.
Your heart blooms with warmth, a tingling sensation you recognise but haven’t truly felt for another in a very long time. Like a blooming flower, your heart blossoms with love the longer you stare into Soobin’s eyes. You feel tingly and emotionally full as he takes care of you before he does himself, seemingly unbothered by the dripping strands of his hair which plop cold droplets onto his face.
He doesn’t even move to wipe the stray raindrops clinging to the tip of his nose; too enamoured by you.
Without thinking, your hands find themselves settled on the lapels of his blazer as you subconsciously tug him a little closer. The dim light of his hallway casts a soft shadow over his face but the sparkle in his eyes doesn’t cease to glimmer. You don’t really know when his hands stilled on your head or when your voice got caught in your throat but the magnetic pull you both feel is overbearingly tense.
Your lips part, words lost somewhere on your pouted lips. Soobin feels his heart hammer lightly once he feels the way your fingers gather in the material of his blazer. It’s subtle but it’s needy and it’s exactly how he’s felt for a while.
The voice in the back of his head screams for him to do it — just fucking kiss her! — so he finds himself leaning towards you without much of a second thought.
Everything feels like it makes sense when you give into the desire without thinking of others. The clash of teeth and tongue is a direct juxtaposition to the first kiss you both shared so many weeks ago. Where the last tiptoed just outside the boundary of giving in to temptation, this one jumped in head first without much of a second glance.
You barely register when the towel drops from your head and Soobin finds his stability on the dip of your waist. Your finger fumble from his lapels to the base of his neck as you allow him to tug you closer, fully giving into your need without much thought.
He’s a sloppy kisser when excited. His tongue barrels into your mouth and battles for dominance as his feet guide you from the doorway, fingers digging into the fabric of your dress and slightly gathering it.
He pants as be detaches slightly from your lips. His lips brush yours as he speaks, “I can’t hold back.” He confesses under a heavy breath as his lips chase yours once more. You hum in agreement as you allow him to guide you through his house blindly.
“I don’t want you to.” Your reply is muffled but Soobin hears it. He feels it. The way your finger grasp at the wisps of hair at the base of his neck makes it obvious. The slow chase you two had bubbles to its boiling point once Soobin kicks the door to his bedroom open.
His teeth nip at your bottom lip and draw out the gasp he wanted to hear. It’s the same one you let out when he kissed you all those weeks ago and it’s been playing in his head like a film reel. A part of him was disgusted with the dirty thoughts that followed and how his hand met his cock later that night.
Soobin pushes you until your knees meet the edge of his bed. He feels dirty at how much he enjoys you letting him lead you, trusting him completely while you mindlessly kiss back. He presses soft kisses against your lips before he’s urging you back. You meet the bed with a soft exhale, lips blushed and swollen from his ministrations.
You watch how he silently strips his blazer off and throws it against his floor. It meets the ground with a soft thump as it’s weighted down by the droplets it absorbed. His veiny hand loosens the knot of his tie as he looks down at you.
“Tell me you want it.” Soobin commands with pure authority. You swallow thickly before assuring him you do with a meek ‘I do.’ Soobin’s lips quirk to the side as he gradually leans over the bed. The sight he creates when he hovers over you is positively addicting and the way your legs clench silently tells him you like it. You shuffle back automatically to make room for Soobin but his hands catch your thighs.
“It’s funny, seeing you so small. Where is the woman who told me to be more confident? A little meaner?” The Soobin above you isn’t the same one you see in work every other day but God, you are not complaining. Your teeth catch on the plump of your lip as you will yourself to keep the eye contact going. Soobin doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches when you ease out a reply.
“Sometimes I just want you to take charge.” You reply softly, eyes pleading for Soobin to do something more. The warmth between your legs has built to an unbearable intensity and your fingers are itching to massage your aching bundle of nerves.
Soobin parts his hands from your thighs to fully undo his tie. The material falls somewhere on the bed - you can’t really pay attention when he’s unbuttoning the buttons to his dress shirt.
“Are you just going to watch?” Soobin muses as he undoes the top few buttons. You falter before realising he’s urging you to help him undress and you’re hesitantly sitting up. Your fingers embarrassingly fumble when you grasp at the plastic buttons, pushing them through the small slits to reveal more skin. Your mouth waters when it slowly unveils a toned torso.
You always assumed Soobin was a thin man but finding out he’s actually toned? Your head spins with excitement.
Soobin is quick to shed his shirt. He runs a hand through his hair to push back the strands from dripping in his face. The simple and innocent act looks anything but so. It feels like a calculated move from Soobin because suddenly his face doesn’t look so soft, instead defined and sharper than before. Your thighs squish together under the fabric of your dress as he moves to undo his buckle.
“No! Let me, please.” Your hands are shooting out to stop him fiddling with the buckle. Soobin looks a little surprised but lets go when you begin to pull and undo the buckle from its fastening. Who is he to stop the woman from his dreams from undoing his buckle? It’s like a wet dream come to life.
You hadn’t really noticed the bulge in his slacks until you started fiddling with the leather around his waist. You pause a little when you realise just how prominent and… huge it is. Even compressed under his slacks and underwear he is definitely a shower.
Soobin pulls back a little when you pull the material through his belt loops. You glance back up at him when you land on the button of his slacks. He’s already looking at you with his intimidatingly handsome face; lips parted and eyes blown with lust. As if silently giving you permission his hand lands softly on the crown of your head as he smoothes your hair down.
You don’t know how you’re doing this so casually. If you told yourself even a day ago that you’d be here, sitting on Soobin’s bed between his knees as you’re about to pull his dick out of his slacks, you'd slap yourself. But as if a diligent worker, you’re unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks like a pro.
“Hey…” Soobin mutters from above you. You pause your actions to look back at him. He smiles a little, “You don’t have to… suck me off. You know?”
The absurdity of Soobin saying this to you makes you laugh a little. He snickers too despite the throbbing pain just millimetres away from your nimble hands.
“I want to.” You assure him as you shift the fabric a little more down his thighs. Soobin nods silently as his eyelids droop a little with lust. You swallow back any hesitation when you pull his underwear down too.
His cock stands proud, springing lightly as it taps the skin just under his belly button. Your eyes widen a little at the size. You always heard that tall guys were hung but assumed it was a dirty porn stereotype but you’re wrong. It leans a little to his left, curved deliciously with a painfully throbbing vein shooting up the side. His dusty pink cockhead leaks and begs for attention. Your attention.
“Don’t just stare at it.” Soobin whines a little when you don’t make a move to do anything. You mumble an apology as you take a hold of his hard-on. It’s heavy in your palm and twitches lightly when you squeeze down teasingly. Soobin inhales sharply as you shift a little closer to the edge of the bed.
You appreciate that he’s well groomed when you press a kitten lick to the tip of his cock. The black strands are short and well maintained and if you weren’t literally centimetres from his dick you’d maybe laugh at the fact he most likely did that today before your date in the hopes that something like this would happen.
Soobin’s stomach clenches when you let a glob of spit land on the tip of his cock. He whimpers out your name when you use the spit as lube and generously twists it around the expanse of his aching dick.
He whimpers and bucks when you smooth the slick around his cock. The subtle squelching sound as you tighten your grip makes you preen a little, thighs rubbing together as you try to rub away some of the ache between your legs.
“A-Ah!” Soobin moans when you daringly cup your lips around his lip. Your tongue darts out to press into the sensitive slit as you inch your way down the girth. He’s certainly the biggest you’ve personally dealt with but he’s also the first person you’ve been actually keen to give a blowjob.
He’s hot and oh so heavy on your tongue. The way your mouth stretches and contracts around his length is like something from a dirty dream, throat clenching as premature tears bead on your waterline. He’s slightly salty, coating your tongue with streams of precum as you continue to inch down his length.
The hand on your head weaves between your styled strands as he grips at your roots to ground himself. The slight pull is enough confirmation for you to keep going, inching down daringly. Soobin continues to let out little gasps and whines when you flick your tongue against the large vein or twist your wrist a certain way at the base of his cock. He almost cums when your other hand softly fiddles with his balls.
You choke when he bucks up unexpectedly. You pull away with a wet splutter, smiling a little when Soobin meets your gaze with flushed cheeks.
“Sorry.” He sheepishly apologises when he sees the slobber around your mouth. His dirty fantasy had come to life. You below him, hand fisted around his dick with your lipstick smudged from his cock in your mouth.
“It’s okay.” Soobin’s knees almost buckle when your thumb slides to the top of his dick so you can mess with his sensitive tip. The salty taste is still present in the back of your throat despite coughing from his sudden bucking. You lean closer to continue but Soobin pulls you back by your hair.
Your hand stills.
“I don’t wanna cum yet.” Soobin says softly. Your hand drops from his dick, slick with spit and precum and into your lap. Thankfully you're wearing black or the wet stain would’ve been painfully obvious.
“Let me make you feel good.” Soobin offers as he steps out of his slacks. He kicks the mess to the side and watches the way you slide the straps of your dress down your arms. He can’t help when he reaches forward to wipe the spit clinging to your bottom lip away.
You nod foolishly at Soobin’s words. He uses a gentle grip to shimmy the dress down your torso. You feel a little ashamed that you’re not wearing a bra but the dress didn’t call for one. Your hardened nipples that are blatantly on show makes your eyes drop to your lap as you help Soobin take the dress off of your body.
His eyes linger on the lace of your panties. They’re small, transparent and frankly risqué though he hums when he realises these are the pair you most likely threw on thinking that something would happen after the date. Ironic really, seeing as you both acted on the impulse of ‘what if?’
When you settle back on the sheets, Soobin drops to his knees at the edge of the bed. Suddenly you’re feeling very vulnerable when his eyes are level with your throbbing cunt.
“Are you sure?” You ask. You really are perfect for each other, the way you both dance around the lines of consent. Soobin just sends you a pointed look.
He spares no time as he curls his finger around the thin elastic and pulls your cute panties down your legs. The strings of slick attaching them to your weeping pussy snap and drag a shameful wetness down your thighs as he loops them past your ankles to join in his own pile of clothing. The cool air teases your nerves evilly.
You’re going to to insane if he doesn’t touch you soon.
“Oh my.” Soobin muses to himself as he parts your twitchy thighs. You’re so slick, laden with arousal and desperately begging for anything. He’s salivating as he uses the grip on your thighs to pull you closer to the edge of the bed. You squeal a little at the sudden shift in position but are immediately soothed by the bump of his nose against your clit.
If Soobin is a a sloppy kisser, he’s a messy eater. His tongue within seconds is working magic, sloppily making out with your clit as he parts your lips to slurp up your sticky nectar. Soobin groans at the warm, natural taste, savouring it as if it’s an expensive treat. His tongue prods at your hole, enjoying the way it flutters and clenches at the slightest touch.
“S-Soobin.” You whine pitifully as Soobin suctions around your clit. His name slurs on your tongue as your eyes roll back at the way he targets right where you need him effortlessly. The grip on your thighs is bruising but you ignore it for the way he swirls the tip of his tongue around your bundle of nerves like a pro.
You’re positively jealous of the other girls who got to experience this before you. Even when you’re getting the best head of your life you can’t help but think on what you were missing out on as he continues to hum and slurp.
If you just ignored the voice in the back of your head you would’ve been getting the best head of your life long ago.
The sounds are pornographic. Each slurp, suck and shlick makes your little bud throb painfully. The way Soobin expertly hums when he has the bundle of nerves in a vacuum makes your hips twitch forward, bucking into his face like a wild horse.
“Mmh, ‘Binnie.” You moan wantonly, “You’re gonna make me cum.” You warn effortlessly. Soobin - as if nodding - rubs his tongue across the expanse of your cunt. He presses harder once more, lips and tongue centralising on the clit. You just feel so dizzy, a light casting over your closed eyelids as the knot in your stomach releases.
Soobin falters a little when your hips buck wildly. The tip of his nose nudges against you clit once more and it sends a soft mewl tumbling from your glossy lips. He pulls back, eyes draping across your arched body.
“So reactive.” Soobin purrs as he licks at the sheen of arousal smudged across his lips. Your body feels like it lit on fire when he crawls over you.
You feel like prey under an unpredictable predator and it’s exciting.
“Stop.” You reply weakly to his teasing. Soobin smiles as he leans a little closer to your neck, lips dusting across the sensitive skin. His breath fans across, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You want to say something — beg him to do more, but you pause when the cool skin of his lips trails wet kisses across the expanse of your neck and shoulder.
You arch into the touch, hand weaving through the messy strands of his black hair as he leaves his invisible marks. Soobin chuckles softly; the vibration strong and rendering you useless.
“Think you can go again?” Soobin asks as his fingers dance around your hipbone. You nod frantically, caring less that you look so utterly desperate because you’ve been waiting far too long.
And Soobin looks so handsome over you like this.
He’s like a magician with his fingers. They skirt around your thighs and dip towards your core teasingly, only giving in when you beg prettily for him to go. Please, Soobin, please - how could he deny that? The little pleased puff you let out when he digs his fingers into the mess he left makes his cock twitch painfully.
You don’t have time to gasp when he prods a finger at your weeping entrance because he catches you in another kiss. Any squeal of noise of surprise or discomfort is swallowed by his greedy kiss, slurping and battling with your useless tongue. You don’t try to keep up with him when you’re feeling so dizzy from the way he expertly slides his fingers into your gummy walls.
His other hand locates your wrist and limply plants it against his bedding. You don’t try to fight but the side restraint turns you on a little more as he begins to scissor your walls apart.
You’re so much wetter than Soobin imagined. He imagined that maybe you’d put up a bit more of a fight, pull the reigns more and maybe have him on his knees but he surprisingly likes leading you. Maybe it’s second nature thanks to his managerial role but the way you submit inside the bedroom and put up more a fight in public is addicting to Soobin. To think that you would let him control you.
Everyone would laugh.
It’s why he enjoys your little whimpers and the twist of your hips when the loud shlick, shlick, shlick gets louder. God, the things he’d love to say.
Aren’t you embarrassed at how wet you are? So shameless for a lady who holds herself to such a high degree in public.
He almost feels bad when you twist away from his kiss, panting and sweating as he continues to hammer his fingers inside of your sweet cunt. You squeal and flail as he stretches his fingers, thumb idly twirling on your clit once more. Soobin settles you with a single hand pressed firmly above your mound.
“I.. Augh, can’t Soobin!” You plea as he locates the spongy spot that makes your vision blot. Soobin watches the way your eyes gloss and lips quiver when he delivers a particularly hard thrust of his digits into the special spot hidden inside.
“Can’t you give me another one, pretty? I told you I want to take care of you.” Soobin mewls as he presses a stray kiss to your jawline. You shake your head, panting as your eyes search for his beneath the shag of hair that fell in his face. He pouts a little when you cry, “Wanna cum on your cock.”
You almost breathe a sigh of relief when his fingers slow. You don’t know if you’d survive three consecutive orgasms after being out of the game for so long. You came embarrassingly quick from 5 minutes of head because in Kai’s words ‘you’re practically a nun.’
“Such foul words from you.” Soobin teases as he eases his fingers out of your fluttering hole, “Are you sure you can take me?”
You reply embarrassingly quick as you shuffle towards his pillows, “Yes! Yes. I need it.”
“You need it?” Soobin echoes as he uses a bit of your slick to lube his neglected cock. He hisses as he spreads it around his sensitive head.
“Mhmm.” You hum, “Need you.”
“You’re gonna make me go crazy when you say stuff like that.”
Soobin’s eyes roll back when he slides the length of his cock into your slick, needy hole. His forehead drops against your own, eyes clenched as he grits his teeth to ground himself in the moment because it’s so hard to not just bottom out.
The pathetic little whimpers and whines that leave your bitten lips and the way your walls clench around his dick as he inches it in inch by inch is a devious trap set up for him to fail. He pants as he holds himself over you, stomach clenching as he tries to ignore the urge to make you stomach the pain for his pleasure.
“You okay?” Soobin puffs as your nails graze down the bare skin of his back. You hum and nod your head frantically despite the delicious pain that emits from your poor cunt. You don’t know how Soobin isn’t fully flushed inside you because the way his mushroom tip nudges at your cervix makes a flush of excitement wash over your body.
“Mhmm… I’m fine. Keep going.” Soobin accepts your hesitant reply, pushing in until his pelvis presses against your own. The stretch makes you feel delirious, head spinning as you adjust to the width of his cock. Soobin’s fingers grip into the sheets when your walls clamp down on him particularly hard as you adjust.
“If you keep squeezing me like that ‘m gonna cum.” Soobin admits airily, a ghost of a laugh wrapped around the embarrassing confession. You apologise sweetly, eyelashes batting as you stare into his chocolate orbs, “‘M sorry.”
Soobin hopes you feel it too. This is so much for intimate than a casual fuck after a good date — the way you gaze into his soul tells him that and he hopes you see it too. The soft hum of the outside world quiets when you both get stuck in each other’s gaze as you adjust to the new sensation.
It’s so much more than sex. It’s trust and a new chapter in your relationship with each other.
“You can move, Soob.” You mumble once the heat builds in your cheeks. Soobin pulls his forehead back from yours, pressing a ghost of a kiss against your soft lips before completely pulling back.
You chase it gingerly, lips tingling with a reminder of the connection that makes your heart flutter innocently despite your current position.
He plants his arms firmly into the mattress, softly pulling back. The soft slick pop that sounds when he rocks his hips back makes you both gasp before he softly pushes forward. A breathy groan vibrates from deep in Soobin’s throat when you clench softly at the nudging feeling.
“Ah, shit.” The crease in Soobin’s forehead deepens when he builds a pace. The soft rhythmic slapping and wet slaps of your pelvises meeting is something straight from an X rated video.
Your mewls and moans power Soobin through his shaking arms. The restraint he holds to not just grab your waist and fuck you in a way too dirty for what he wants screams in the back of his mind. He needs this to be perfect. It needs to be soft and loving because he needs to really drill him what you mean to him.
Bud he can’t help it when he starts thrusting a little firmer than what he means to because your pussy just fits so perfectly around him. You’re so wet and soft, walls suctioning around him in a way he didn’t think was possible. Any other time Soobin had sex, yeah it was good — but this? Just the way your pussy quivers around him is enough to make him want to cum prematurely.
“Feel good, love? Tell me how you’re feeling.” Soobin asks to gauge you out of your blissful silence. Your jaw had long went slack as whorish melodie’s sound from deep within you. Your nails dig little crescents into the broad skin of his shoulder blades.
“Good, Binne.” You whimper, fingers slipping to cup around his neck, “Really good.” You repeat, eyes drooping as you let the pleasure consume you. Soobin shifts to pull your leg up a little, goading you to wrap it around his waist.
The sound of your skin slapping gets louder as the pressure builds. The dirty wet splashes emitting from your needy cunt grows in desperation.
“You went quiet on me, pretty.” Soobin laughs a little as he presses a sloppy kiss against your lips. You chase it needily, teeth nipping at his bottom lip.
“Making me feel — agh!” You squirm when he angles his cock towards your soft spot, “So good. Keep… Keep going.”
How can Soobin deny that?
He’s in a trance, chasing a high as you keep him going. Each moan, whimper, praise is the fuel that Soobin needs to keep himself up despite the sweet beading on his hairline. He huffs and puffs as he feels the familiar pull in his lower abdomen, a warmth of adrenaline settling in his veins.
“You gonna cum soon? Hmm?” He hums as he drops a hand to your clit. The added stimulation makes your back arch as you greedily chase the pleasure. You cry and plea for him to keep going because you’re so damn close. The pull in your stomach is growing with intensity, slowing unwinding as you reach your end.
“Yes! Yes, Soobin! Please, please, please make me cum.” You plea as his thrust increase and thumb clumsily messes with your sensitive clit. Soobin complies, letting you know with a soft voice that you can cum whenever you need.
Soobin sees stars at the way you clamp down on him like a vice when your orgasm washes over you. It’s intense and fiery, blanketed in a veil of soft praises from Soobin as the first spurts of his orgasm hit your warm walls.
The feeling is positively dirty. The way his cock pumps out a mixture of your releases and leaves a ring of white around the base of his cock. The squelching sound slows but fills the silence between your joint pants.
Soobin sighs as he rides his high out, soft thrusts drawing breathless whines from you. He shifts his weight onto his left forearm, right hand raising to shoo away the hair dangling in your face.
His smile is soft but genuine as he observes how wrecked you are. Tired and fucked out, you mirror his expression.
His chest heaves as he takes a deep breath in while he admires your features. The pads of his fingers trace the dip of your cheekbones to your jawline before settling on your chin. He hooks a thumb and finger around your chin as he nudges your face up a little so he can press a long, sweet kiss against your lips.
You hum at the sensation. It’s so tender, especially compared to the one you shared as he fucked you like a man on a mission.
If one thing is for sure, this isn’t a one time thing.
the smut is here…. what do you all think. i wrote most of this when i was deliriously tired so im sorry if its a little repetitive or doesn’t make sense at times… i only had time to write this after long shifts and busy days </3
꒰❄️꒱ A blizzard strands your train in the middle of nowhere, and the only inn with a room left has one bed. You don’t hesitate to book it with the charming stranger who’s been keeping you company.
⤷ ゛ This story is part of the One Bed Series .ᐟ.ᐟ
⊹ wc .ᐟ 22.4k
pairing: Choi Beomgyu x afab!reader
tags: strangers to friends to ?, mutual pining and micro-flirting, sexual tension, they get stranded on a train, in the middle of a snowstorm, yearner!beomgyu, mention of injury, slowburn in a train setting because i fucking can [probably missed some]
[MDNI] smut warning: explicit sexual content, fingering, oral (f.), nipple play, he grinds against reader's knee, he humps the mattress while eating reader out, cums in his pants, he also begs, dom!beomgyu (but pathetic and madly in love), one instance of him being a little possessive, some fluffy moments, multiple orgasms, protected sex (huzzah!), sliight pain kink if you squint, mating press, implication of multiple rounds at the end [definitely missed some]
yun's ☕: *cricket noises* i bring offerings after my suspicious disappearance. anyway that’s enough about me.
You stared at your phone with a sigh that turned faintly visible in the chilly air.
It was colder at the station than you thought it would be when you left your apartment. There wasn’t enough insulation anywhere to stop the biting chill from finding its way through the walls and floors of the underground station. A draft swept underneath the sliding glass doors at the front entrance and teased your ankles repeatedly as you paced. Commuters bustled around you in small groups beneath the mounted television near the waiting bench; the murmurs of their conversations punctuated by small clouds of breath as the newscaster droned over images of snow-whitened roads.
“…the blizzard is expected to intensify by late afternoon. All travelers are advised to reconsider non‑essential trips…”
You exhaled slowly and watched the condensation fog your phone screen momentarily before it dissipated. Regret pooled heavily in your stomach. You should have known better than to pick this particular weekend to go home — the rare long break that had lined up perfectly with your schedule and, with spectacular inconvenience, also happened to coincide with the worst winter storm of the year. Too late to reconsider now. The ticket was bought and the bag was packed and you were already here, which was more than halfway committed by any reasonable measure.
When the train whistle sounded and the engine glided into the station on a billow of frost, you shrugged off what remained of your better judgment and fell in with the sluggish crowd moving toward it. Passengers bundled up in heavy coats brushed shoulders with you and you were swallowed by a ripple of low-toned conversation.
The luggage wheels chose that exact moment to give out.
They jammed in the narrow gap between the platform’s edge and the train’s step. It lurched to an abrupt halt that jolted your arm forward. You tugged once but it wouldn’t budge. Tugged again, harder, putting your body into it — the handle creaked but the wheels held fast.
Restlessness rippled through the people behind you in line. Heat flushed your neck as you crouched down trying to yank the damn suitcase free, not wanting to hold up the line for much longer.
Not today. You started to panic. Please, not today.
“Need some help there?”
The voice came from just behind you.
You didn’t turn all the way to face him — just bobbed your head in thanks. “Yeah, please. Thank you.”
His hand slid past yours and the cuff of his coat sleeve brushed yours as he knelt down next to the suitcase. One hand gripped the handle while the other nudged underneath just enough to shift the wheels out of the corner. Lifted it slightly and twisted, and it popped free.
He straightened without comment and took the handle, stepping onto the train and glancing back only briefly to make sure you were following. You nodded hastily and climbed up the narrow stairs. Face still burning, you walked along the aisle behind him and led him towards your seat.
“It's just this row,” you said, pointing.
At your seat, he hoisted the suitcase up in one clean motion — higher than his head, without any visible hitch — and you watched his arms complete the arc of it that gave you a funny feeling in your belly. Before you quite realized it, your eyes had followed the line of his arms all the way to his hands. You finally got a good look at his face when he turned to you.
Strong lines along his jaw and eyes that warmed when they met yours. A few strands of dark hair had fallen loose from the rest of his neatly combed-back style, resting across his forehead. It was somewhat unfair for a stranger on a train to look like that.
“Thank you,” you said, your hand going up automatically to check the suitcase was properly secured. “You really saved me from the embarrassment back there.”
He glanced at it once more and gave it a small push to seat it further in, then stepped back to give you room to pass.
“Don’t mention it. Happens to the best of us.” He rested his hand briefly on the back of your seat to steady himself as someone edged down the aisle behind him. “Those gaps catch wheels more often than people think.”
You laughed despite yourself as you sank into the window seat and pulled your jacket closer around your shoulders. “Guess I'm just the unlucky one who got chosen tonight.”
His lips moved into something that wasn't quite a smile yet but was heading there. He rapped his knuckles against the suitcase gently, like to make sure it wouldn’t fall off on you. Then he gestured towards the row in front of you, indicating his seat.
“Mine's a couple up.”
“Thank you again,” you said as he turned to go.
He glanced back over his shoulder at the sound of your voice, and this time the smile completed itself. “Happy holidays,” he replied before continuing down the aisle.
“Happy holidays,” you whispered quietly to yourself.
You weren't entirely sure how happy it was shaping up to be.
The inside of the train was dim and catatonic. Departure had already been pushed back thirty minutes in the hopes that any remaining passengers would hurry and get on board before conditions made the journey inadvisable. Even so, large pockets of empty seats remained scattered throughout, and the untouched headrests gave the entire compartment a strangely hollow appearance.
The seat directly across from yours was unclaimed. So were most of the others within eyeline.
A small stroke of fortune, perhaps. You could hardly blame them. Considering the warnings that were on every news channel, it seemed likely that most people with flexible plans had chosen to remain safely indoors instead of venturing across the country through a rising blizzard. The ones who had shown up tonight were the ones who couldn't afford the postponement, who had reasons that outweighed the inconvenience of a winter storm bearing down on the railway line.
You fell squarely into that category. It had been too long since you had last made the trip home and when the long weekend appeared on your calendar, the trip had felt too convenient to postpone. Canceling would have been the sensible thing. You had considered it, and then the thought of putting it off again had guilt building up. So you had packed a bag and come anyway, blizzard warnings and all, which was either devotion or stubbornness and at this point you weren't certain there was a meaningful difference between the two.
Under ordinary conditions the journey was supposed to take just over two hours. Judging by the sound of the wind working itself against the windows before the train had even cleared the city, the estimate felt increasingly optimistic.
For the first half hour of the journey, you did little more than watch the passage of the evening through the window. The sky held the last of the day's color — pale rose bleeding into silver at the edges as the sun dropped behind a low line of hills, and the first snow began to fall into the fading light. Started as a scattering of delicate flakes drifting lazily through the air which was barely noticeable against the dimming horizon. It was a rather pretty sight.
Within minutes the flakes multiplied and thickened, merging into a pale curtain that swept across the open countryside in waves. The train’s headlights cut out a small area of movement through the white until there was very little left to look at except the storm itself. Watching it for too long produced a faint, swimming sensation behind your eyes.
A chime sounded through the carriage, followed by the soft crackle of the train’s announcement system. The conductor’s voice came through the speakers, informing that due to deteriorating weather conditions along the route, the train would be reducing speed and making several unscheduled stops to ensure the safety of everyone on board.
Your earlier suspicion had aged into confirmation. This wasn't going to be the usual two-hour ride to Daegu. If the weather kept building at its current rate, the journey could easily stretch to twice the original estimate, possibly more.
There was only so long anyone could watch an unbroken wall of snow before the mind began casting around for something else to do with itself. Some coffee would be a lot more appealing than staring at bleakness, you thought, and it nudged you out of your seat. You made your way down to the snack car. It was marginally brighter than the passenger compartments. A slim counter ran along one side with an attendant moving briskly between shelves and heating units.
The display offered little in the way of temptation.
Plastic-wrapped pastries lay under heat lamps that had long since deprived them of whatever freshness they might have once found. A shelf of microwaveable items occupied the adjacent space. Nothing about it looked particularly appealing, and you could almost feel the sodden heaviness that would come an hour later if you dared to take more than a mouthful. Hardly ideal considering the uncertain length of the journey ahead.
Despite that, the shelves were emptying at a surprising pace. Passengers seemed less concerned with quality than availability, gathering whatever remained before the options disappeared altogether. The sight prompted you to make your decision quickly.
You purchased a couple of the lemon cream buns stacked near the register along with a cup of coffee. The buns looked harmless and would likely sit far better in your stomach than the alternatives. You deemed it a sensible choice.
With your small collection of supplies in hand, you glanced around for somewhere to sit. A small table near the wall was the only vacant one remaining. You slid into the seat and set the buns down in front of you, curling both palms around the cup. The train rocked more noticeably here than in the passenger car — a slow, side-to-side sway that rattled through the fixtures and occasionally produced a low creak from the metal frame of the carriage when a particularly aggressive gust found the side of the train.
You set your coffee down and reached for your phone. Your mother had sent four messages since the departure delay, each one a variation on the same concern, and you owed her a call before the evening went any further. The dial tone attempted to connect, held for a few seconds, and then dissolved into silence without going through.
You pulled the phone from your ear and looked at the screen — the network icon in the corner was flickering back to life then fading again. You angled the phone toward the window on the off chance that the extra distance might persuade the signal to cooperate.
Unfortunately, the same result followed. You clicked your tongue, irritation simmering just beneath the surface.
“Can I sit here?”
Your heart gave a startled jump before your brain had fully registered the voice, and you looked up to find the handsome stranger from the platform standing at the edge of your table. He balanced himself by bracing one hand against the tabletop as the movement of the carriage rocked him slightly where he stood. In his other hand he carried a small packet of food.
“Sure—please, go ahead,” you said quickly, sitting up straighter and nudging your paper bag a little farther to the side to clear the space.
He dipped his head in gratitude and lowered himself onto the seat beside you. The train chose that exact moment to lurch forward with a particularly pronounced sway that made him huff a quiet laugh. He settled, set his food down, and met your eyes with a look that carried the trace of whatever that almost-laugh had been.
“I hope you don't mind. Every other table seems to have been claimed.” He glanced briefly around the car before returning to you. “I figured since we'd already spoken, it’d be less awkward than asking a complete stranger.”
“I don't mind at all,” you said, shaking your head with emphasis. “Besides, I doubt anyone on this train is turning down company tonight.”
His lips curved in a gentle smile. “Then I’ll do my best to make sure the company isn’t disappointing. I’d hate to abuse such generous hospitality on our second meeting of the evening.” His gaze held something like assurance, almost as if he were hoping you’d enjoy his presence as much as he would enjoy yours.
“Well,” you murmured, settling back and holding your coffee close, “in that case you’re very much welcome to the table.”
He unwrapped his meal and you noticed he hadn't thought to get a drink. You looked at your own coffee, still warm between your palms, and then back at him.
“You know,” you added, motioning towards your own cup, “I’ll grab you something to drink—might make the night ahead a little warmer.”
He looked up immediately and raised a hand in protest. “You don't have to do that—really, you've already given me the seat.”
“It’s really not a problem,” you insisted, rising halfway before he could object again. “You helped me earlier, remember? Consider it repayment.” You paused, letting him gather his thoughts before continuing. “Coffee or tea? Whichever you prefer.”
He hesitated for a moment before conceding with a small nod. “In that case,” he said, glancing briefly toward the counter, “coffee would be great.”
You returned shortly after with a cup of coffee. He sat up straighter once you approached.
“Here you go,” you said, holding it toward him.
He took it with both hands and bowed his head in thanks. After taking a small sip he set the cup down and extended his hand.
“I should have done this properly earlier,” he said. “Choi Beomgyu.”
You repeated his name in your head over again after he said it, savouring the sound. Lingering on the taste of each syllable with a strange attention you couldn’t quite place. As you gave your own introduction, you took his hand and shook it, and noted that it was warm — still carrying the heat from the cup. Just like his name.
You felt your phone buzz suddenly.
“One second—sorry, my mum's been waiting to hear from me,” you said, quickly placing the phone to your ear while flashing him a look of apology.
Turning slightly in your seat, you focused on the call while explaining the situation to your mother. The connection crackled occasionally beneath your words, forcing you to repeat yourself once or twice as you reassured your mother that you were still on the train and that the delay had only stretched the journey, not halted it entirely.
Every so often, when you glanced up mid-sentence, you caught him looking at you over the rim of his cup. The simple exchange sent a curious flutter through your chest; it was pleasant in a way that made you unexpectedly aware of the moment.
“Are you visiting family in Daegu?” he asked once you’re done talking.
You nodded, pulling your scarf down from around your neck and draping it across your lap. The snack car had warmed you up enough that keeping it wrapped felt excessive. “I haven't been home in a while.” You rested your hands atop one another on your lap, tapping your fingers together absentmindedly in a restless habit you had never quite managed to outgrow. “You?”
“Daegu as well.” The corners of his mouth lifted. You had the same destination as him, which meant he could spend time in your company longer. “My brother is getting married. The ceremony is the day after tomorrow, actually. I didn't have much choice about traveling tonight, storm or not.”
“Wait, really? That's wonderful!” You leaned forward with a delighted sound, your hands lifting slightly in excitement before you caught yourself and laughed. “Congratulations to him—to your whole family, I mean.”
Beomgyu laughed as well, the sound bright enough to draw a brief glance from someone seated a few tables away. “He's been sending me photos for weeks,” he said, already reaching into his coat pocket for his phone. “Here, let me show you a few—”
He scrolled through the gallery while angling the phone between you on the table so both of you could see. You instinctively found yourself leaning in for a better view.
The photos moved past in an affectionate chronicle — a smiling couple holding up their hands to show the rings, a table full of family at what looked like a celebratory dinner. The particular beautiful pandemonium of wedding preparations filling someone's living room with fabric samples and flower arrangements and people who all seemed to be talking at once. In nearly every image, Beomgyu's brother and the woman beside him were either laughing at the camera or turned toward each other with the telltale glow of two people eagerly awaiting the day ahead.
You caught yourself smiling purely for them, not for any reason beyond simple happiness.
“They look so happy,” you said, pausing on one photo in particular — the bride-to-be with a streak of flour across her cheek, laughing beside his brother in the middle of what appeared to be a thoroughly failed baking project.
Beomgyu leaned in slightly to see which one you had stopped on, and his shoulder brushed yours as he did. Neither of you moved apart. “That was their attempt at baking their own engagement cake,” he said, the laugh already back in his voice. “My brother maintained for weeks that it was the best thing he'd ever eaten. Nobody else who tried it agreed with him.”
“He was protecting her feelings,” you said immediately.
“Almost certainly.” He scrolled to the next photo, which showed the same couple holding up a lopsided, fondant-covered disaster with matching expressions of pride. “Although he did finish the whole thing, so either he meant it or he has genuinely terrible taste.”
You laughed, and Beomgyu looked at you when you did. He should have torn himself away after a second. Instead, he stayed there watching you through the sound of it, gaze softening which he failed to hide in time.
God, he could get used to hearing that.
The next few were different from the others — older photographs, more personal. A family of four around a dinner table crowded with dishes. A blurry snapshot taken outdoors where two boys stood shoulder to shoulder beneath a vibrant blue sky, squinting into the sun. Another picture showed the same boys years later, taller now, though their expressions suggested they had been persuaded into the photo rather than volunteering for it.
Beomgyu walked you through his memory lane and told you little stories behind every photo. You listened and watched his face more than the screen.
You focused on a photo of his father caught in a candid moment with a glass raised toward the camera. You stared at it and then back at Beomgyu, and it required very little imagination to picture how those features might settle with age — how his face may look five, ten years from now etched with laugh lines and softer features. Older, but still the same.
It gave you this tight feeling in your chest that felt oddly misplaced. You had known this man for barely an hour, but the simple act of looking at the people who raised him and listening to him talk about his life — it had begun to create the faintest sense of connection that you hadn't been looking for and weren't sure what to do with.
“I really hope I make it there on time,” Beomgyu said, more to himself than to you, his eyes moving toward the window. “I promised I'd be there early—there were a few things I said I'd help with before the ceremony. That promise is starting to feel a little ambitious.”
You followed his gaze toward the window where the glass had begun to cloud faintly. Snow tore past it in dense white streaks, illuminated only when the train passed the occasional line of track lights.
“Optimistic,” you offered. “And I think it’s perfectly fine to be optimistic in times like these. If anything, it gives others peace of mind.”
At this point optimism was the only resource anyone aboard the train seemed to possess. Every passenger you had seen since boarding the train bore the same tell tale demeanor. Hoping and praying that the weather would let up and that they would make it to their destination.
Beomgyu liked that you had taken his pessimism and returned it to him reframed, and it made him curious whether the calm in your voice was something you actually felt or something you had decided to project for the benefit of the people around you. He suspected it was genuinely both and made him wonder if that calm would hold if he pushed the thought a little further.
“Maybe,” he conceded, glancing once more at the window. “If it doesn’t work out, I suppose I'll just end up stranded somewhere along the line with everyone else who gambled on the weather tonight.” He gave a small shrug, though the thought clearly amused him. “Could be worse outcomes.”
“Significantly worse,” you agreed, lifting your coffee cup. “We're inside, at least. Stranded on a train is categorically not the worst version of stranded. But, like, I still wouldn't want to spend the night here in that situation.”
He let that settle for a beat, glancing around the carriage with a brief, contemplative sweep before his eyes returned to yours. The smile that followed came out slowly, like he had given himself a moment to decide whether to say the next thing and had concluded in favor of it.
“I suppose that's only true depending on who you're stranded with.”
It was a miraculous testament to your abilities that you kept yourself from blushing at his words. What you did end up doing was burn your lips on your coffee in an attempt to conceal your smile.
You flinched with a small hiss, pulling your bottom lip inward between your teeth and dragging your tongue across it in a futile attempt to address the sting. Beomgyu straightened so abruptly his knee knocked the underside of the table.
“Hey—careful,” he said, offering a folded tissue. “Are you alright?”
There was visible concern in his voice, but still the question ended with a faint breath of laughter he clearly attempted to suppress. You took the tissue and pressed it to your lip, narrowing your eyes in playful reproach. His smile turned apologetic that softened his entire face. The sight had an unfortunate effect on you. Your attempt at indignation dissolved before it could fully form, and the reprimand you had intended never reached your lips.
“It's fine,” you said, lowering the tissue and testing your lip with a light press of your finger. The sting had already softened to a mild throb, manageable enough that your attention had moved on to the more pressing issue of what had come out of your mouth in the seconds after it. “Besides, that was probably the most action my lips were going to get tonight anyway.”
You got a sickening sense of ick arriving after you finished speaking, crawling up from your stomach to the back of your throat in a slow, nauseating wave. It wasn’t that you wanted to make it sound pitiful. You had not meant it as flirtation either, goddammit — that was the honest truth. And the honest truth was somehow worse, because it meant you had simply said something pathetic with complete sincerity and no strategic intent whatsoever. You sounded splendidly sad and misleading.
Slowly, you lowered your hand away from your mouth. You steeled yourself for embarrassment at the very least or polite sympathy at worst — but you found neither on Beomgyu's face. There was no trace of pity in his expression, no awkward hesitation that might suggest he had begun reassessing the stranger in front of him after he was confronted with a confession he had not asked for.
“Tell me about it,” he said with a barely concealed knowing smile.
“Seriously?” You raised your brows, scoffing softly. “I wouldn't have guessed that about you.”
You meant that sincerely.
He was attractive — there was no point pretending otherwise. He had also been kind and considerate; a gentleman. Whether it meant anything beyond good manners was a separate question entirely.
Still against your better judgement a small, selfish thought surfaced.
That’s convenient.
You crossed your legs beneath the table and shifted in your seat, applying what willpower you had left to the project of not following that thought any further down the path it was heading. It was a limited supply of willpower. Beomgyu was not helping.
If his deft handling of your earlier remark had not already charmed you, the way he reacted now had already gotten to you. He looked away, if only for a second, gaze dropping to the table as a shy smile graced his lips. It was not avoidance so much as a brief retreat, as though he needed the space of a heartbeat before returning to you. When he did return to you, there was a faint flush dusting his cheeks that he appeared entirely unaware of.
Oh.
You were getting smitten by this man far too quickly. You needed to slow down. You were very aware that you needed to slow down.
“It's kind of you to say that.” He exhaled a short laugh, turning his coffee cup in a slow half-rotation against the table. “No, I mean—it really hasn't been that long. But no.”
You nodded, more to fill the space than anything else. Fortunately, your conscience was still alive and you used the moment to remind yourself of a few things. Charm could be fabricated just as easily as it could be genuine. People could present themselves well and say the right things in ways that made you forget to question what was underneath. None of what Beomgyu had shown you tonight proved anything on its own.
The reminder was sound. It lasted approximately four seconds.
“I was actually supposed to bring someone to the wedding,” he added, like an afterthought. “Didn’t quite work out that way.”
You perked up at the new information. “Why’s that?”
He tongued the corner of his lips, hemming and hawing how much he wanted to share. “Explaining the full absence of a plus one,” he said, with a self-deprecating tilt of his head, “might genuinely take longer than the rest of this journey.” He paused. “I could go into it, if you don't mind sitting through the sad highlights.”
“We’ve got time,” you said, gesturing at the window. “It’s not like we’re going anywhere anytime soon.”
The apples of his cheeks puffed up as if he had been waiting for permission to continue.
But you never got to hear what happened, because somewhere behind you, the sound of a child’s crying echoed through the carriage. Instinctively, your head turned.
A young woman stood a few steps away, shifting a restless toddler against her shoulder while scanning around for an available seat. The train’s swaying had an evident effect on her posture and she adjusted her hold with visible strain.
“We should give her the table.” You glanced once at Beomgyu before nodding toward the woman.
He followed your line of sight and got the cue immediately. He was on his feet in the blink of an eye, and when the woman approached he gestured toward the seats with a smile. “Please—it's all yours.”
Instant gratitude spread across her features. She thanked you both as she settled in with the toddler, and you wiped the faint ring your cup had left on the table while Beomgyu moved the spare chair aside to give her more room. It was not a long exchange, but it carried an undercurrent of understanding that needed no elaboration. Then, just as quickly, you left the snack car together.
Within the dim confines of the vestibule, you slowed your pace and stole a glance back at him.
“Um—” You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, looking ahead rather than at him as you spoke. “If you don't hate the idea of company, there's an empty seat across from mine. You could sit there, if you want—I don't think anyone's coming around to check tickets tonight.” A small pause followed, then you quickly added with an almost self-conscious, “Only if you're comfortable with it, though.”
The amber light caught your face as you turned back toward him, illuminating your features in such a dreamy way that caught him entirely off guard. It pooled along the curve of your cheek and the line of your mouth, and when you looked up at him — he momentarily lost the capacity to breathe correctly.
He had been mesmerized by your eyes from the moment at the platform. He’d known then that you'd be difficult to forget. Now, at this proximity, with your attention fixed on him, they seemed to undo whatever composure he had managed to gather over the last few minutes.
He would be an idiot to say no. A spectacular, irredeemable idiot.
“I don't mind at all,” he said, falling into step beside you. Only God knew how he didn’t trip over his own words. “That's genuinely a better offer than where I've been sitting. The man next to my seat has decided that I was a reasonable substitute for a headrest.”
Your startled laughter was music to his ears. The stupid grin on his lips refused to tame down — because he was the one who made you laugh. Call it stupid, which it honestly was, maybe even a little embarrassing, but he was already helplessly besotted with you.
You led him back through the carriage to your row and slid into the window seat, and he settled into the one across from you. The closeness here was different than before, but welcomed by you both.
He leaned back against the seat and ran a hand through his hair, and you watched him do it with your chin resting on your hand.
"Where was I?" he asked.
"Your mystery plus one," you said. "You were about to explain."
"Right." He exhaled, dropping his hand back to his lap. "Right."
A blind date arranged by a close friend, one he trusted enough not to question the introduction. He recounted every detail that led him to start that year-long relationship with a rueful self-aware smile, because he already knew how ironic it sounded.
He had believed in her completely. That was the part he kept returning to — by strengthening that belief, the memories forged during their time together felt as though they were permanently branded onto his soul. A year passed before the foundation of it showed its first fractures, and by then they had accumulated enough that he couldn't point to a single moment where things had gone wrong.
It hadn't been betrayal in the way people typically meant when they used the word. Messages that went unanswered until well into the night, accounted for with an explanation that was just plausible enough to accept. A promise that became a lie so gradually that the transition was invisible until it was already complete. Moments where he'd raised a concern and watched it get brushed aside so lightly that he'd found himself questioning whether he had read the situation correctly. None of it had seemed large enough to name at the time, yet each instance had gathered somewhere in him and piled up little by little.
He told you how she’d invented minor crises just to see if he would react, and how he had mistaken that scrutiny for care. It sounded foolish now that he could hear himself saying it, he acknowledged. She had tested the bounds of his patience and taken advantage of the trust he gave her freely. He then explained how he had called her out on it more than once and she had come back with some half-assed excuse, some bullshit story that had a cute twist at the end and had him questioning his own intuition.
Melancholy had draped itself over his face, painting his lips when he reached the parts that still cost him something to say. She existed as this fantasy, presented herself as a version of a person that matched him so well he had attributed it to compatibility rather than a lie. It wasn't until she slipped, until he caught the tail end of a phone call he hadn't been meant to hear, that the full shape of it became visible to him all at once.
She hadn’t loved him; she had loved being loved by him.
It had taken him far longer than he was comfortable admitting to understanding the difference between those two things, and longer still to work out what it meant for everything he thought he had known about the year they had shared. Because when she left his life she took her reasons with her and left him only answers to cobble together from the fractures of her decisions.
You found it difficult to hold yourself at a distance from what he had shared. He was objectively someone you barely knew — someone whose life intersected yours for the briefest of moments. You were supposed to suspend your trust in these circumstances, that a narrative spun in a place and time like this could become whatever version the narrator needed it to be. You had reminded yourself of this already tonight, more than once, and it had helped less each time.
Because there was something about him as he talked that tethered his words to the haunted yearning he struggled to hide.
Raw honesty had a particular quality that was very difficult to sustain without it being exactly what it appeared to be, and what you were watching was not someone shaping a narrative for your benefit. It left you wondering, with a growing sense of disbelief, how someone who spoke with such care and openness could have been met with so little of it in return.
“Did your friend know?” you asked. “The one who set up the blind date—did he know what she was like?”
Beomgyu pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head slowly. The rueful smile returned, directed more at the memory than at you. “Taehyun had no idea,” he said. “If he had, he wouldn't have pushed me into it. He felt terrible when everything came out—kept apologizing for weeks, wouldn't let it go no matter how many times I told him it wasn't his fault.”
“Taehyun?” You blurted out, eyes going wide like saucers. Your sudden rise in volume in turn startled him. “Kang Taehyun?”
“Yeah,” he answered, hesitating for a brief second before adding, “Do you… know him? I mean—it's not a rare name, there are probably—”
“No, hold on,” you muttered, already scrolling through your gallery with growing urgency until you found what you were looking for. You turned your screen toward him, leaning across the space between your seats. “This Taehyun. Is this him?”
Simultaneously leaning forward, creased eyebrows crinkling up and mouth falling agape in recognition, he pointed a finger at your screen.
“That’s Taehyunnie,” he chortled. “Yes—yes! That's my friend. That's him.”
“You’re kidding.” You pulled back with a laugh of your own that came out slightly unhinged, pressing your palm briefly to your forehead. “He's my friend too.”
He fumbled for his own phone, unlocking it with hurried movements and swiping into his gallery. He held his screen beside yours, flipping through a series of photos — some from school days and others more recent, Taehyun in various configurations with a younger-looking Beomgyu across several years.
“Look—this is us. This one was last year,” he said, tapping a photo of the two of them against the backdrop of the Han River at night.
“What are the actual odds,” you said, shaking your head slowly. “How does that even happen.”
“The world is ridiculously small.” He huffed out a breath. “Which university?”
“Same as him. Same department too,” you said, sitting up straighter now, the earlier heaviness of the conversation completely overturned. “We were year mates.”
“I've known him since school. We ended up at different universities but we never lost touch.” He let out another incredulous laugh. "I can't believe I've never seen you around.”
“He never mixes his people.” With deft fingers, you quickly texted Taehyun asking about Beomgyu. You hoped the network was cooperating. “I don't think I've ever seen him introduce anyone from different parts of his life to each other.”
“That explains a lot. He’s always been like that,” Beomgyu said, nodding. "I've met maybe two people from his university years, and both times it was accidental."
This unbashful feeling of giddiness was so, so stupid, but you didn’t feel the need to hold yourself back anymore. How narrow could the world be? How could it be, that you had wandered unknowingly alongside him for so long? Something that had felt like a wall between you — the stranger-ness of him — had just been pulled away. Your heart leapt with joy.
Conversation lulled into momentary silence but it was thrumming with the last of your laughter and the surprise that had not yet worn off. Staring into each other’s eyes you both felt this growing sense of belonging that you were not feeling around each other when you met.
“I feel so happy,” he confessed with a warm smile. The flat of his palm caressed his chest where his heart laid. "I don't know why exactly. I just—I really do."
"Me too," you said simply. And you meant it all the way down.
He had this tendency to say more with his eyes than his mouth could describe, something you observed he’s been doing all evening. You loved deciphering him this way.
"I kept thinking we'd get off the train and that would be it," he said, his gaze dropping briefly to your hands before returning to your face. "That you'd be a good memory I wouldn't have any way of returning to. I kept thinking I should prepare myself for that. It’s… comforting knowing that we can actually keep in touch.”
You tilted your head sideways, narrowing your eyes playfully. "So without Taehyun, we wouldn't have managed that?" you asked with a light, probing edge.
The surge of satisfaction that grasped you was palpable when you saw him undone by you. Colour rose along his cheeks — heat that crept upwards even as his charming smile held, because Beomgyu was choosing to ride the wave you clearly already had.
“I can be friendly,” he murmured with a croon as he leaned forward, elbows coming to rest on his knees and closing the distance between you by a fraction that registered in every nerve you had. His gaze that stayed on yours asked for nothing and yet held your attention completely.
You hummed, nodding for him to finish what he started. “Go on.”
"I would have found a reason to stay right here regardless." His fingers brushed once against the fabric near your knee as the train swayed. An involuntary shiver ran up you just from that miniscule of a contact. "But I'd rather earn it," he said. "Starting with being your friend."
You were looking at each other so intently that anything beyond the two of you went unnoticed. The rest of the compartment might as well have fallen away. You had eyes for each other and nothing else.
"I'd like that," you said, and let your voice drop a little so that he had to lean slightly closer to catch it. "I'd like to be your friend too."
"Good." The curve of his mouth was slow and warm. "I was hoping you'd say that."
Your heart raced with nerves and exhilaration. Just then your phone vibrated against your palm, abrupt enough to pull you back.
Tyun
wait why are you asking about beomgyu
are you actually on the same train as him rn. please say yes
Tyun
ok if you are- he's one of the best people i know. genuinely. you're in good hands.
also this is the funniest thing that's happened to me all week and i'm at my friend's wedding rehearsal dinner so that's saying something
You stared at the screen for a moment, the corner of your mouth pulling up despite yourself. Of all the moments for Taehyun to come through with a functional response, it had to be now. While you had gone silent, Beomgyu began to feel a tad bit of concern over his choice of words. Had he pushed you too far?
"Everything okay?" he asked.
You looked up from the screen and met his eyes, and this time you didn't look away first.
"Yeah," you said. "More than okay."
The pellucid certainty with which you had said it did more than reassure him. He had meant what he said about earning it, about taking things at the pace they were supposed to take, and that intention hadn't moved. But intentions and the pull he felt sitting across from you occupied two entirely separate parts of him, and the latter was becoming considerably less manageable by the minute.
"I should probably stop making this all about me," he said, gathering himself back into some semblance of composure. "That feels a bit unfair at this point."
“Unfair?” you echoed, a hint of disbelief slipping through.
The word sat oddly with you. You had not felt shortchanged for a single moment. If anything, you had been the one taking more than you gave, learning him piece by piece while keeping most of yourself tucked carefully away, and the imbalance had been entirely your doing. The fact that he had read the conversation as one-sided in your favor was almost endearing enough to be a problem.
"I've done most of the talking," he went on, reading nothing of where your thoughts had just gone. "You've been sitting here listening this whole time. That can't be a particularly good deal."
You almost smiled at that. He really did think this had been one-sided. He had no idea what his presence had been doing to you the entire time.
"I don't know." You shrugged, a soft breath escaping you. "I actually like hearing you talk."
His brows rose, caught off guard. There was nothing particularly remarkable about his voice, or so he had always thought. The urge to just cross over this friendly boundary still maintained slyly by the two of you was becoming more and more overwhelming for him.
You pressed your lips together for a second, and then shook your head. The words you had chosen felt insufficient for what you had actually meant.
“No—that’s not quite right,” you corrected, more honestly this time. "I love your voice. I could listen to it for a long time. Is that a strange thing to say?"
There were too many things Beomgyu could say, and none of them felt safe enough to let out without altering the course of where this was going.
"No." He breathed, and it came out faster than anything he had said before. He stopped right after it, lips parting as if to add more. “I just—”
You watched him try again. It only made your curiosity deepen.
“I’d like to hear about you too,” he confided a little softly. “If you’re willing.”
You bit down on your lip to keep your expression from giving too much away. He knew exactly what he was doing and he was not being clever about any of this. Your heart argued with your senses but pragmatism had long lost its hold on you. He was just too irresistible. It was as if he inspired a recklessness in you, a desire to go all-in. Lose yourself in him completely.
You reached into your paper bag and held out one of the lemon buns toward him.
"I don't mind," you said. “Being asked, I mean.”
There is a version of this that could be explained very simply.
Two people passing the hours with conversation, letting the journey carry them forward while they trade stories to make it feel shorter. Friends, if someone were curious enough to ask.
He listened with care, asking questions without overstepping that kept you speaking. You set the pace for how much you revealed, and he respected that boundary perfectly. Just like a good friend would do, he remembered the details you shared (which truthfully surprised you) as if it mattered beyond the moment itself. It would be easy to accept that at face value, to believe that this was all it was.
Friends, as you both agreed to be.
Perhaps that was why it felt the way it did.
Because ntihng had crossed any line, and nothing had been said that could not be taken back if needed. Every word could still belong to a version of this night that ended without consequence, where you part at your destination with a smile and carry nothing forward except a pleasant recollection. At some later point, you might meet again through the same shared acquaintance. You would greet each other with the comfort you had reserved for being familiar strangers turned to friends.
But then there were smaller moments that defied such easy explanations.
The glances that did not move unless you gave him a reason to. There were gestures such as reaching over in the middle of something you were laughing about and wiping the trace of lemon cream from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, followed by the absent motion of bringing that same thumb to his mouth without breaking eye contact.
That is where the simplicity begins to fray. If this were only friendship, it wouldn't feel like this.
"This is a little strange, isn't it?" you said.
“In what way?”
“We’ve been talking for—what, over an hour?” You smiled a little; there was a daze that washed over your face from settling into the moment. "And I don't feel like I'm talking to someone I just met."
That downward smile was going to be the death of you. “I stopped thinking of it that way a while ago.”
Just as you'd expected, he voiced the very thing you'd been longing to hear without any hint of insincerity. You had felt it coming in the way you feel the temperature drop before rain — how easily he kept meeting you where you stood.
"Honestly, I kind of assumed we'd eventually hit an awkward patch," he admitted. “Or that we’d run out of things to say.”
He had expected for the specific variety of silence that descends when two strangers have exhausted their common ground and are waiting for a graceful way to stop pretending otherwise. Strange, how quickly that concern had disappeared without him noticing when exactly it had stopped mattering.
“I’m almost disappointed about that.” You laughed, shaking your head. "I had a whole exit strategy prepared."
“Really?” he asked, a hint of disbelief slipping through. “You don’t strike me as someone who needs an escape plan.”
“That’s because you haven’t seen me in a truly terrible conversation.” You quirked one side of your lips. “Trust me, I can be pretty persuasive when I want to be.”
“Were you close to using it?”
His voice carried a lightness that didn't entirely mask the fact that the answer actually mattered to him. The idea of you having considered leaving even hypothetically — it bothered him.
“No.” The single syllable rolled off your tongue slowly. “I didn’t need to.”
There was that damn downturned smile again. You were convinced that until this point he did that on purpose. But now you don't even know anymore.
“I’m glad I made it past that, then.”
It had slipped from notice that the blizzard outside had picked up and how far the train had traveled cutting through sheets of snow. The space you carved out with him held its own pocket of time that the world beyond the glass had stopped feeling entirely real.
“I’m going to step away for a minute,” you said, rising to gather yourself. You needed to use the restroom. “I’ll be right back.”
He gave you a small nod, letting his eyes linger on you for a moment — just a second.
“Okay,” he said softly. “I’ll be right here.”
Once you left the carriage, Beomgyu’s nerves finally lit up and ran through him all at once. He sank back into his seat, composure slipping now that there was no reason to hold onto it. It didn’t make sense how present you still felt.
Had he said too much? Not enough? He tried to retrace the conversation, searching for when he may have gone too far, but every answer blurred into the next. He hoped he hadn't bored you. God no — he hoped you weren’t just humoring him out of politeness, offering him your attention so he would not feel out of place.
Politeness could mimic interest so convincingly that it frightened him. He had spent a year learning that lesson and several months afterward trying to unknow it. He had to close his eyes just to escape those thoughts. But you were there against his eyelids still, as if his mind had been waiting for the moment it could drift back to you without resistance.
Beomgyu dragged both hands over his face and bent forward until his elbows met his knees. He let out a low groan that was muffled into his hands. He couldn't believe how far gone he already was, and so quickly.
This was a completely unprecedented situation for him. Barely even knew you for a few hours and he’d already undone all the resolution he’d worked months on rebuilding after his last relationship fell apart. He had told himself, after everything with her, that whatever came next would be approached with care. He would take his time and not give himself away so completely to someone he hadn't yet earned the right to trust with that.
You, a stranger on a train — even though that word had begun to lose its meaning — reached into his heart and stirred life where he had grown accustomed to stillness. How on earth did you manage that so easily?
Every time you had looked at him his breath had caught before he could do anything about it. Every time he looked at you, he wanted to leave you just as breathless. He wanted to take his air back from your lips.
Still hunched forward in that position, he dropped one hand and reached into his pocket for his phone. The signal had been unreliable all evening, yet he placed the call anyway and lifted the device to his ear, waiting through the faint interference.
Lucky for him, it did go through.
"Taehyun."
Taehyun's voice came through slightly distorted, carrying the ambient noise of wherever the rehearsal dinner had deposited him. "Hey—what's up? I heard you met my fri—"
“How come you never mentioned her?” Beomgyu asked gravelly, his palm still pressed against his face.
There was a definite pause from the other side. Then a sound that was unmistakably Taehyun trying not to laugh.
“What? You're not making any sense." Taehyun hummed, then clicked his tongue. "Actually, you are making sense. You're making a very specific kind of sense. So I'm guessing that means you two are getting along."
Beomgyu pressed his fingertips to his temple and said nothing for a moment. The answer was obvious to him and yet impossible to articulate without sounding ridiculous. How could he possibly condense the way you'd become his every waking thought into something as simple as getting along?
He could only place the blame on Taehyun.
If he had been introduced to you at any point before this — he liked to believe things might have unfolded differently for him. Perhaps then he would have avoided the long detour of heartbreak that had left him so guarded in the first place.
With a sigh, he slouched back again in his seat. “Yeah, you could say that.”
Taehyun made a sound of vague acknowledgment, oblivious to what Beomgyu was implying. "Well, yeah. She's good people. I figured you'd work that out on your own."
Taehyun didn’t have to describe how wonderful you were for Beomgyu to understand that you were someone worth taking a risk on. Beomgyu was enchanted, irrevocably shackled to you. Right now he couldn’t conceptualize beyond you, was already wondering how much longer until you returned, was already longing to have more time before he had even figured out what to do with the time he had already been given.
That was right, what he wanted was more time with you that was unburdened by the end of this journey. He longed for conversations with you that were not bound by the ticking of stations, moments that didn't feel so transient. He wanted to see you again in a setting that did not threaten to take you away at any second.
His grip on the phone tightened slightly. “I’ll call you later.”
“Yeah, sur—”
He ended the call and set the phone face-down on his thigh.
You would be back any minute. He needed to put himself back together before you came through that door. He straightened up. Ran a hand through his hair. Exhaled slowly through his nose.
He was absolutely, completely fine.
The narrow corridor felt even more confined as you walked out, permeated by a warmth that clung a little too closely to your skin. It was difficult to tell whether it came from the heating circulating through the carriage or from within you. Honestly, after a moment, you stopped trying to work that out. The distinction began to feel irrelevant to hold your attention for long.
You stood at the small sink and looked at your own reflection in the mirror above it, and the face that looked back at you was not particularly useful at concealing things. You liked whatever was happening between you and him. You couldn't recall the last time you'd felt that rush in your chest. You were not the type to be swept up without noticing but you had no interest in pulling yourself back either. He made you want to remain exactly where you were and see what came next.
Still, the complicating factor was how this choice was fundamentally undermining all your personal aspirations. You were a believer in time. You always made sure to thoroughly get to know the person before letting anything more substantial take root. That was a rule you lived by. You never had before, nor had you ever found a reason to doubt it.
Within the span of a single evening, Choi Beomgyu was dismantling that whole belief system.
You reached for the door, pausing only for a second before pulling it open. Once this journey ends and you both decide to keep things friendly, you couldn't foresee the path your friendship might take.
You had your eyes downcast but you looked up when you stepped back into the carriage. Heart leapt so hard that it hurt when you saw him. He was exactly where you had left him, and he was already looking toward you. The small lift of his hand in greeting carried more impact than it should have given how little time had passed.
There was no way of deciding the outcome here, standing in the train — but you could decide what to do with the present.
With a returned smile, you steadied a hand on the overhead bin when you felt the carriage sway. Had the wind outside gotten worse so suddenly? The motion underfoot no longer matched the memory of it from a few minutes ago.
An unanticipated lurch snapped through your footing and destabilized you. Your grip slipped and you caught yourself against the nearest seat with a jolt that travelled up your arm. Beomgyu across from you was already half out of his seat, both hands reaching towards you with intentions to catch you before you hit the ground. Pure panic written so openly across his face that it stopped you for a second. You had not seen that expression on him before. You shook your head before pushing yourself upright again. Waving him down, you sent a quick signal that all was well.
You managed only two more steps.
In a sudden motion, the train slowed and threw everyone forward. The deceleration ripped the ground beneath you and you were falling backwards before your mind processed what even was happening. The impact with the floor was cushioned underneath your head only because you felt hands wrapped around you turning the fall into something controlled yet no less forceful as both of you went down together.
Metal screamed along the rails, a prolonged and violent scrape that resonated through the carriage and pounded into your skull. It went on and on while the brakes worked through their full range before the train finally seized to a jarring halt. The force of it traveled upward through the floor, through your spine, through every bone in your body at once. Overhead compartments sprung open under the strain, and luggages came down in heavy bursts striking seats, the aisle, anything in its path.
“Fuck—watch out—!!”
You couldn’t even tell whose voice belonged to who.
Even if the fall had injured you, your panic-driven mind latched onto two things — the bags coming down and the fact that he was above you. Your hands moved before thought had any place in it. With your palms cupping the back of his head and fingers pushed through his hair, you pulled him down against you, shielding his head as best as you could. There was no room left to consider anything beyond that. Where anything might land, what might strike you instead — none of it mattered.
The lights went out. Somewhere in the darkness people fell or shouted in confusion. The cacophony of overlapping cries completely obliterated any sense of direction. The deafening ringing in your ears made you lightheaded. Your breathing came in uneven pulls, your hands still locked where they had been placed, holding him there, refusing to let go. A heavy thud landed somewhere close. Another followed.
Then a bag came down and struck Beomgyu’s back with such force that you felt it through him, hurtling down into your arms as he let out a rough, bitten-off breath against you. You blinked against the darkness, forcing your vision to adjust and your mind to catch up. A strained groan from above you left Beomgyu and your heart jumped to your throat.
"Beomgyu—" His name came out fast and ragged, barely put together.
His body had taken the hit for both of you, completely encapsulating you. He shifted slightly, warm breath ghosting unevenly against your cheek.
“I’m here,” he managed. The words were rough, so close that you felt them more than heard them. “I'm here.”
There was a flicker and then the lights came out one by one until the carriage revealed itself again in fragments. Complete disarray. Fallen bags and open compartments. People pulling themselves upright and voices rising in questions that had no answers yet.
Beomgyu pushed himself up slowly, one hand bracing beside your shoulder, the other still securely cradling the back of your head. His hair had fallen forward across his forehead and his face was in partial shadow, but it didn't obscure the strain in his expression or the tight line of his mouth as he exhaled through it.
“I’m okay,” he repeated, sounding duller from the aftermath of the impact. “I’m okay—are you—”
Instead of his hair, your hands cupped his face, a firm hold that stopped him from speaking further. “Don’t say that if you’re not sure,” you cut in, too fast to soften it. “Where does it hurt? Your shoulder? Your head—”
“Hey, hey, look at me,” he insisted softly, his hand coming up to close around your wrist for a second. That was all it took to bring you back to earth a bit. “You’re the one I’m worried about.”
He helped you sit up, but your hands were trembling. You pressed them against his shoulders, then along his arms, checking what you already feared without needing words for it. “But you—fuck,” you said under your breath, “that bag came straight down on you, I felt it, you have to—you’re bleeding? Wait—no—are you—”
"See? Nothing's bleeding. I'm okay." He spoke again, this time lower so his words fell directly into your ear while his hands intercepted both of yours before you could spiral further. He turned his head one way and then the other, letting you see until you were convinced.
“Why didn’t you move?” you were baffled.
“It didn’t matter.” He said it simply, as if the answer had been obvious from the start. His hand came up to your cheek, thumb brushed lightly along your skin as his eyes moved over your face with the same fervour you had just turned on him. "Now let me—your head, did it hit anything when you went down?"
“I don’t think so,” you said, though you weren’t entirely sure. Everything had happened too fast for you to keep track of where your body had gone, what had hit what. There were aches assembling themselves in various places that you were not currently interested in acknowledging. “I think I’m alright. I—”
You trailed off as your eyes began to wander despite what you were saying. A wave of dread washed over you as you grasped the terrifying reality of the situation — how truly alarming this was, and the chilling possibility of it being far more dire. Fuck, the train mustve been stranded.
“Do you think something happened to the tracks?” you mumbled.
“Has to be.” He glanced toward the aisle, quick, taking in what he could before looking back at you. “Something ahead must have given way.”
It wasn’t a real answer that explained anything, but you found yourself holding onto it anyway. Anything was better than letting your thoughts run too far ahead of you.
Beomgyu looked down at you. He took you in, carefully looking over you for any sign of injury and he didn’t like what he saw. The sight of how shaken you were stirred a fierce need in him to keep anything from touching you again.
“I’ve got you,” he said, and this time it stayed between the two of you.
Pushing himself up carefully on unsteady legs he pulled you with him, grabbing your hand before you could steady yourself on anything else. He didn’t let go once you were upright, keeping you close against his side.
The overhead speaker crackled to life with a burst of static that cut through the noise. “Ladies and gentlemen, please remain where you are. A conductor will come through each carriage shortly to check for injuries and assess the situation.”
Nobody particularly listened. People were already reaching for what had fallen and trying to check on each other. Beomgyu didn’t wait either. He guided you back to your seat through the narrow space, keeping you within reach the entire time. Once you were seated you watched him position himself between you and the pandemonium unfolding behind him.
You had somewhat calmed down by then. Your pounding heart settled into a more manageable pace, though every now and then you flinched when something remotely loud happened around you. From where you sat, you looked up at Beomgyu’s standing figure. You were certain he was pretending far too well. You literally felt the bag hit him. You curled your fingers around his sleeve and gave a weak tug to garner his attention.
“Beomgyu?” you called out softly. “Why don’t you sit down?”
He glanced at your hand on his arm, then at your face. A soft smile appeared. He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his palm settling gently at the back of your head.
“I promise I'm okay.”
You frowned at his response. You did not accept his words easily no matter how much you wanted to believe them. Tiny beads of sweat remained at his brow, partially hidden by hair that no longer sat in place from the earlier commotion. He was holding his right side in a controlled way without appearing to hold it.
“Come here.” You tried again, moving yourself over to the next seat and patting the space you had just vacated.
Beomgyu let out a breath that might have been a laugh under different circumstances, but he didn’t argue this time. Just when he was about to sit, the carriage door at the far end swung open and a conductor came through. He looked rattled as the rest.
“What’s going on?” Beomgyu didn’t wait to ask once he reached your row.
The conductor glanced between the two of you before answering. “We had to stop the train,” he explained, glancing briefly down the aisle where other passengers had begun to gather. “There's a section of track ahead where the ground has dipped significantly under the snowfall. We couldn’t risk pushing through.”
Hearing this, a worried — “What?” — left you, causing the conductor to subtly panic.
“There's no immediate danger,” he added, pivoting to you quickly. “The train is stable where it is. We're positioned near a town, and we've already been in contact with the main control unit. Arrangements are being made.”
“Arrangements?” Beomgyu pressed. He wasn’t satisfied with vague answers at a time like this. “What does that mean exactly?”
“Emergency vehicles should be here by morning.” He hesitated for a fraction of a second, then continued, “It will take a few hours.”
“How long are we talking about?” Someone from the small crowd asked.
“I can’t give you an exact time,” he admitted with a faltered look. “The weather’s working against us. It could take the entire night. I wouldn’t want to promise otherwise.”
A murmur moved through the people within earshot. You pressed toward the window.
The tracks outside had vanished entirely beneath the snow, swallowed into a continuous white expanse that stretched beyond the rails and erased the boundary between the ground and everything else. Further out, across the distance, a scatter of low buildings broke the line of white — dim lights burning in their windows, the shapes of signs and structures suggested inns, maybe homes, maybe a combination of both.
The town sat there within reach and still felt removed.
Beomgyu in the meantime finished talking to the conductor. Seeing you looking out the window unmoving, he took the seat beside you without a word. He could tell there was something weighing on your mind, evident in those pretty depths of your eyes.
“Do you have enough warm clothes on you for the night?” he asked, his hand coming to rest against your arm. “They're reducing power to conserve energy. The heating won't hold through the night.”
Ignoring his question, you instead asked something else. “Is this really safe?”
You didn’t look away from the window even after asking it. Matter of fact, he had been circling the same thought himself. The train was stable, technically, but it certainly wasn’t going to be a wise decision to stay the night in a train that was already losing warmth by the minute. His focus flicked to the window, to the blinking lights of the town against the white sheet. Each of them was an opportunity beckoning him to act.
There was something he could do but that wasn’t a decision he was willing to make alone.
“Would you feel safer spending the night in one of those inns?” the gentleness of his voice coaxed you to meet his eyes.
“But…” you trailed off, glancing out again before turning back to him. Your voice lowered slightly. “How do we know there's even a room available? Everyone’s stuck here. We won't be the first ones to think of it.”
He nodded with a hum, considering it properly. There was a possibility that what you said might be true. There were no guarantees waiting out there. If he took you out there and came back with nothing, it would turn into a pointless trip through the cold. Worse, it would mean dragging you through it for no reason at all and you might end up sick. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself for that.
“I can go and check first,” he said after a moment. “Just to know what we’re dealing with.”
You blinked at him. You weren’t dumb to understand what he meant, not at all — but it was still absurd hearing him say it so plainly.
“What do you mean, you?” you asked, eyes narrowing.
“I'll ask around, see what the situation is,” he explained. “You can stay here until I—”
He started to get up, and your hand tightened instantly around his sleeve.
“Beomgyu, you’re not going alone.”
He was taken aback by the severity of the way you spoke — leaving no room for him to protest. Your voice never raised but it still pinned him to place.
“I’ll be fine,” he tried, the tail end of it with a chuckle. His hand coming up as if to ease your grip. “It’s just a quick check. I can’t have you out there in this—you’ll be drenched before we even reach the town.”
“And you won’t?” you returned, your brows pulling together.
He exhaled through his nose, the argument falling apart before it could fully form. “It’s better than both of us going out there for nothing.”
You shook your head. You could see what he was trying to do, see the way he was placing you first again, but it only made you stand your ground firmer.
"You're already hurt. I felt that bag come down on you. I watched you hold your side for the last twenty minutes thinking I wouldn't notice," you said, more adamantly this time. “And you want to walk out into a blizzard alone? That's your plan?” As if that made any sense.
He opened his mouth.
"No," you said, before he could use it. You stood, keeping your grip on his sleeve, and moved to face him properly. "Whatever happens from here—we figure it out together. That's not a negotiable point. You don't get to make that call by yourself and leave me sitting here wondering."
You felt a little ashamed of the tremor in your voice; with the way your words had spilled out with such naked fervor — but you had meant every last one of them, and you knew it even as the heat climbed into your cheeks. Beomgyu was no longer a stranger to you. You couldn't have explained it to anyone with any satisfying logic or couldn't have justified the fierceness of it. But the care was there. You cared the way you'd care for someone who had been woven into your life for years, not someone you'd only met hours ago on a train that smelled of old upholstery.
You were not going to stand by and watch him walk out alone into a blizzard with a hurt shoulder because he had decided your comfort was worth more than his own.
“I’m coming with you,” you pleaded softly, your gaze dropping as you lost the nerve to hold his eyes any longer. Your grip loosened, sliding down his sleeve until your fingers found his wrist and curled around it. His pulse was there, warm beneath your fingertips. “So don’t go alone… please.”
Beomgyu had gone completely still. His eyes were wide, you'd seen that much in your periphery before you'd looked away. His mouth had opened just slightly, the beginning of a word that never arrived.
He wasn't sure what he would have said anyway. He wasn't sure he was capable of forming language at all right now, because something in his chest had just detonated so quietly and so completely that he almost expected to look down and find himself changed.
Cared for — this was… this was something he never imagined he would feel anytime soon. He hadn’t expected this from you. From anyone, maybe, but especially not you. Why would he? He had only known you today. One single day, and yet you had felt more real to him than most things he could name in his life.
He wanted to pull you into him. He spent a very willful second not acting on it, gaze cutting sideways to avoid the sight of your downturned face — because if he kept looking at you, he wasn't sure what he'd do and he was even less sure he'd regret it.
He said your name under his breath. The single syllable found you anyway.
You looked up.
He wished you hadn't, and he was also very glad you had. Beomgyu felt the sensation of his heart being pulled clean out of his chest. If this is what dying feels like, he thought, I wouldn't mind it happening again. He wouldn't mind it happening every day for the rest of however long he had.
He slipped his hand free from your loose hold and turned his palm, lacing his fingers through yours. A bloom of heat spread from that one point of connection until it reached somewhere behind your sternum and sat there.
“You’re right, I'm sorry.” He smiled softly, squeezing your hand. "Let's go together."
You let out a shaky sigh of relief. Your smile came back at him unsteady at the corners but genuine all the way through.
Beomgyu backtracked to find the conductor while you waited near the door of the compartment, your joined hands finally separating only because they had to. He found the man near the vestibule.
"We'd like to stay the night in town, if that's permitted," Beomgyu said in a stable tone he'd had to rebuild from scratch in the last five minutes. "Is there any flexibility on that?"
The conductor considered him for a moment, then nodded. "You won't be the first to ask, and it's no trouble on our end—but for the safety of all passengers, anyone arranging their stay nearby will need to leave their contact information and boarding details with me before they go. It’s for record-keeping and to ensure everyone is accounted for when we resume.”
"Of course." Beomgyu turned to glance back at you, and you were already moving forward, having caught enough of the exchange to understand.
You gave your name, your boarding details, the number they could reach you at. Beomgyu followed after you and gave his own. Once the conductor had everything noted down, he gave you both a brief nod of acknowledgment and moved on. Beomgyu adjusted his bag onto his left shoulder — the uninjured one. You made a mental note to find a moment to properly check on it later.
To your surprise, he reached for your luggage. Foolish man, did he think you were going to let him take on the burden? You stopped him, fixing him with a look that you hoped communicated the full extent of what you thought of that idea.
Beomgyu withdrew his hand. He was very clearly suppressing a smile about it. You chose not to acknowledge this.
One of the crew members patrolling outside the vestibule came around to assist with the snow covered steps. You passed your bag down first, then stood at the top of the steps as Beomgyu reached the bottom and turned back toward you with both arms open. You took hold of him and stepped down, the snow compressing softly beneath your weight. The two of you were standing so close that you could see a snowflake catch in his lashes before the wind took it.
He found your hand and pulled you forward into the dark.
The town was supposedly a ten-minute walk. But the wind had teeth. It came at you sideways, driving the snow in sharp little gusts into every gap between your scarf and your collar. Not to mention, it kept finding your eyes regardless of which direction you angled your face. You dropped your head and followed the forward pull of his hand, trusting his sense of direction entirely when your own vision had reduced to a narrow strip of ground directly ahead of your feet.
He turned to look at you with his hair whipping across his forehead. "You okay back there?" he asked loudly over the wind.
"I'm okay," you called back. "Keep walking."
He turned forward again, and his grip on your hand tightened.
The local inn was the first lit building you reached, its windows glowing a deep amber against all that darkness. The woman on the other side who had clearly been watching the path and had seen you coming opened the door before you reached it. You were ushered into the warmth of the entrance, and the sudden change in temperature hit you so completely that you went still for a moment just to absorb it. Towels were pressed into your hands almost immediately, and someone disappeared to retrieve a space heater, guiding you both toward the lounge.
You were the one who approached the front desk once you'd gotten your bearings back, pulling your scarf down from your face and explaining the situation to the receptionist. She listened with her eyes on her screen, typing as you spoke, and her expression did a small and very telling thing when she reached whatever entry she had been looking for.
"I'm very sorry," she said, and she did sound it. "With the weather and the number of people who've come in tonight, we only have one room left."
"I'll take it." Beomgyu, who had been standing by your side, said to the receptionist as he produced his card from his wallet. "For her."
You turned to look at him slowly.
He was staring at the receptionist.
"Only for me?" you asked.
That made him look at you. "You'll have somewhere to sleep and you won't have to worry abo—"
"Where will you stay?"
Beomgyu did not find the courage to tell you that he was planning to go back to the train. In that pause you turned back to the receptionist before he could reconstruct whatever answer he'd been assembling.
"We'll both take it," you told her. "Both names on the booking, please."
She processed this without a visible reaction and set the key on the counter. You picked it up before Beomgyu could.
"Didn't I say," you began, "that from here on out, we'd stick together?"
He was losing his mind. This was a verifiable fact, and he was now conducting a very private reckoning with himself somewhere three steps behind you as you ascended to whatever floor the room was on. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd share a room with you. One bed, presumably, since there was one room and he was not going to suggest you sleep on a chair. He would gladly take the floor himself if it came to that.
But you — you looked completely unaffected. He could not tell whether you genuinely weren't affected or whether you were simply so much better at concealing it than he was. Either possibility was going to keep him awake tonight, and the irony of that was not lost on him at all.
Beomgyu had known, in the abstract, that you were going to be the end of him. He just hadn't expected it to happen this fast.
However, that ‘unaffected’ demeanor of yours slipped soon enough.
At the door, he watched you work the key into the lock. It caught on something inside the mechanism, and you had to pull it back halfway and try again. You were holding yourself together. It was a valiant performance. He was almost convinced.
Almost being the operative word, because your hands were still shaking.
"Sorry, I—these keys are—" The sentence dissolved. You were not sure what you had intended to finish it with.
It wasn't only the cold making your hands uncooperative. You were acutely aware of the warmth radiating off him from where he stood behind you. So far you were putting a brave front that you were extremely okay with sharing a room with him. But in the privacy of your own skull the facade you had been constructing since the front desk began developing very audible fractures.
You finally got the lock. The door swung inward.
You stared at the predicament in front of you, and you could almost hear the splinters of your self-control breaking echoing in your ears.
It was not a bad room. There was a single window set into the far wall with the curtains already drawn against the snow, a desk against one wall, a wardrobe; the usual geometry of a hotel suite and perfectly adequate in every respect except for the one that mattered.
The queen-sized bed sitting squarely in the middle of the room.
You were distantly conscious, without turning around, of Beomgyu coming to stand just inside the doorway. The jitters that had been lurking at the base of your stomach all evening were now making their presence extremely known.
Goosebumps moved along your arms when he spoke.
“I’ll go ask for an extra mattress.”
He sounded a little weary. You turned to see him over your shoulder and found him already looking at you. One hand resting on the door frame — hovering at the threshold in a way that told you he had not yet decided whether he was fully in this room or still in the process of giving you an out.
He meant it. He would go back down those stairs right now, charm the exhausted receptionist into producing a mattress from wherever spare mattresses went on a night like this, and drag it back up here himself on a hurt shoulder without a single word of complaint. All so that the arrangement you had walked into with such apparent calm would feel less like what it was.
You held his gaze for a beat and felt the fractures in your composure spread another inch.
You turned back to the bed and told him to go ahead. Maybe the time alone would help you sort through your thoughts before he came back. What you didn’t know was that by letting him leave for a while, you had given him the same chance to collect himself.
Beomgyu peeled himself from the door frame and left, pulling the door shut behind him with a soft click. You sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the curtains for a while.
As soon as he was out, Beomgyu pressed his back against the wall beside the door and dragged both hands up over his face, muffling a whine. He stood there for a moment in that position and then, he tipped his head back and let it knock against the wall once. The impact sent a dull throb radiating from his shoulder blade, where the bruise from the bag had been quietly intensifying for the last hour. He winced a little as he slowly rolled his shoulder back.
Everything was going to be just fine if he found an extra mattress, right? He was a rational person and this was a rational solution and there was absolutely no reason for his brain to go anywhere near the alternative, which was—
He was not going to finish that thought.
He was, unfortunately, already finishing that thought.
It wouldn't be the worst thing, said some deeply unhelpful corner of his mind, sharing a bed. You've had a long day. You've both had a long day. It would be fine—
Beomgyu slapped himself on the cheek. A sting that bloomed across this skin that he thoroughly deserved, and which he hoped would serve as an adequate eviction notice for whatever was currently colonizing his better judgment.
There was a man at the end of the corridor.
A staff member, identifiable by his vest, holding a stack of folded towels and staring at Beomgyu with a wide neutral expression. He was definitely going to be thinking about it for the rest of his shift and possibly several shifts thereafter. The two of them made prolonged awkward eye contact. Beomgyu slowly lowered his hand.
"Evening," Beomgyu said.
The man blinked. "Evening, sir."
Whatever remained of his dignity was simply going to have to be enough to work with. He cleared his throat and walked toward the man, adorning a smile pretending as if nothing happened.
"I suppose you'd know if there are any spare mattresses available for the night?" he asked, with what he felt was perfect charm. "Or even a cot—anything along those lines would do."
The staff member's expression morphed into something genuinely apologetic as he shifted the towels in his arms. "I'm sorry, sir, we've had a full house tonight with the weather—we've no spare beds or pillows left at all, I'm afraid." He paused, as if taking stock of Beomgyu's face and finding something there that warranted the addendum. "We do have extra blankets, though, if that would help. Plenty of those."
Beomgyu looked at him for a moment.
"Blankets," he repeated.
"As many as you'd like, sir."
So the mattress plan was dead and his self-respect had taken significant casualties. He more or less expected this outcome so he accepted this information with a nod that he hoped projected serenity, and thanked the man.
You had managed to do very little in the time he was gone except sit on the edge of the mattress and stare at the middle distance. So when the door opened you startled badly enough that your hand flew to your sternum.
Beomgyu, to his credit, took one look at you and chose not to say a single word about it. He stepped inside and set the folded stack of blankets he was carrying onto the armchair in the corner.
“They didn't have any mattresses to spare.” He paused. “They were, however, extremely enthusiastic about giving me blankets. Enough blankets to—I don't know—build a fort, maybe.”
Despite everything, the laugh that came out of you was genuine. Beomgyu's mouth curved into it too, and for a moment the two of you were just sitting with the absurdity of the whole evening.
“A fort,” you repeated.
“Structurally sound, I think, if we're creative about it.”
You shook your head, still smiling, and the fizzle of nerves in your stomach went down several degrees.
“Go freshen up first,” he said, nodding toward the bathroom. “The water should be warm by now.”
“I'm alright,” you said, and it was the truth — or at least, you needed it to be true for a little while longer. “I need to sit down for a bit more. You go ahead.”
He looked at you for a moment, considering, and then decided not to argue. He pulled a change of clothes from his bag and disappeared through the bathroom door without another word.
The room was very quiet without him in it.
You sat in silence for another moment before reaching for your bag and pulling out what you needed for the night. You laid everything out on the bed beside you and tried not to think too hard about anything. But you couldn't stop thinking about what had happened so far. Every time you tried to gather yourself, another memory surfaced before the previous one had even faded properly.
You were still going through your bag when the bathroom door opened.
Beomgyu emerged with a towel slung around the back of his neck, working the ends of it through his damp hair. The coat and heavy winter layers were gone. He was wearing his jeans still and a white t-shirt that had clearly been retrieved from the depths of his bag, and the effect of the lamplight on that particular combination was — you needed to look at something else. You found something extremely interesting to look at in your open bag and devoted your full attention to it.
"Bathroom's all yours," he said, dropping into the armchair and draping the towel over one knee. He picked up his phone and looked at it, and did not appear to notice anything. You were grateful for this, whether it was genuine or not.
You gathered your things and left without further incident. When you came back out, hair damp and changed into something warmer, Beomgyu had moved from the armchair to the floor. He was arranging the extra blankets with his back against the side of the bed, long legs stretched out in front of him. He'd turned the overhead light off at some point, leaving only the bedside lamp, which gave the room a softer ambience.
The sliver of skin peeking out under the neckline of his shirt stopped you. You’d been meaning to say something about the bruise but you weren't sure how to start the conversation. You were still trying to locate that opening when your phone buzzed on the bed where you'd left it. You picked it up and felt your chest swell up with guilt as you read the name on the screen.
You answered, sitting on the edge of the mattress and pulling your knees up. "Hi, mum."
Beomgyu did not look up, but was already preparing to take himself somewhere else in the small room to give you space to talk. He settled quietly against the far wall instead.
Her voice came through at full volume. You held the phone a fraction from your ear and let her go, because she had earned it. She wanted to know where exactly you were, how you had ended up there, whether the inn was properly heated, whether you had eaten, whether the staff had been helpful, and whether she needed to call someone — this last question delivered with the implication that she already had a list prepared and was ready to begin working through it the moment you gave her any opening whatsoever. You answered each one in turn, assuring her that you were warm and safe and completely, genuinely fine, that the conductor had everyone's details, that the train would resume in the morning, that she did not need to call anyone at all.
"And you're not alone?" she asked, and her voice had gone from worried to specifically worried, which were two different registers that you had spent a lifetime learning to distinguish.
From the corner of your eye, you saw Beomgyu glance up.
"No," you said, and then, after a beat — "I'm with a friend."
You held his gaze for a moment, and the smile that came onto your face was small and a little helpless. Beomgyu’s breath caught but he returned it in kind — a slow, soft thing moving into his eyes before it reached his mouth.
Your mother was still talking. You made yourself listen. Soon the call ended and you lowered the phone into your lap.
The silence was beginning to close in on you. You had not moved since the call ended. Beomgyu had resettled himself against the side of the bed. You could hear the softness of his breathing and the occasional tapping of his phone screen.
Your eyes found his shoulder again. You’d been doing that all evening — returning to that spot the way a tongue finds a sore tooth. Since the moment he had put himself between you and the falling bags without a second's pause, and then sat up and asked if you were alright.
The guilt that had arrived with your mother's call had not fully left. It had just rerouted itself, going into a different chamber of your chest, and was now sitting there with everything else you hadn't said tonight.
You opened your mouth. Thought better of it. Looked at the phone in your lap, then back at him.
"Beomgyu."
He looked up.
You had not prepared a beginning for this, which became apparent almost immediately once you started. "I have something in my bag—for bruising, it's a spray, I've been carrying it around forever and I—can I see your shoulder?"
The question came out, and then before he could answer whatever polite deflection he was about to offer, the rest of it came out too, because the dam was broken and there was nothing left to hold it.
"I'm sorry." You closed your eyes for a moment, shaking your head. "I'm sorry, I keep thinking about how uncomfortable I've probably made you with all of this—I shouldn't have forced the room situation, I just didn't want you out there somewhere on a cot in a corridor with a hurt shoulder and I—" The exhale that left you came out uneven. "And I know, I know that's ironic, because now you're on the floor anyway and the whole arrangement is—I can see that it's not what you would have chosen. "
You pressed your lips together. Tried to find the thread back to something coherent.
"You've been helping me since the moment we met," you said, and your voice had gone softer, stripped of the rambling and left with only the part that was true. "Every single moment since we met, actually, and I haven't—I wanted to do something for you too. I keep thinking about your brother's ceremony."
Had he called his family after getting into this predicament? He was so excited about it, too. Your heart hurt thinking about it again.
"I just keep thinking about it and I can't stop, and I need you to know that this isn't pity, Beomgyu, I swear to you it isn't, I just—"
You didn't have the word for what it actually was. You left the sentence where it ended.
Beomgyu had not looked away from you once. He had let you go — all of it, every fragmenting, half-finished piece of it — without interrupting. In his eyes was something that lived in the same neighborhood as the way he had looked at you on the train when you'd told him not to go alone.
He reached over and took your hand.
"I'm grateful to you.” His voice was low and carried nothing except the truth of the statement. "For not giving up on me."
Your throat tightened. You looked at his hand over yours and then back at his face. The room felt warmer than it had a minute ago, and yuo were aware that you were not going to be able to say anything particularly articulate for at least another few seconds.
When you trusted your voice again, you reached for your bag with your free hand.
"Can I see your shoulder?"
This time, he nodded. He got up from the floor and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. With the spray can in hand you told him, with as much composure as you could locate, that he was going to need to take his shirt off.
Beomgyu sat motionless for a beat, then reached behind his neck and pulled the shirt over his head in one clean motion. You looked away out of instinct and heard the fabric settle. You gave yourself three seconds, which was not enough but was all you were going to get, and turned back around.
The thing was, you had not been prepared for that.
You had spent the entirety of today beside him and had built a reasonable understanding of him — tall and broad-shouldered. What you had not accounted for was what the coat and the layers had been quietly keeping to themselves this entire time. You found your breath stolen by his lean, subtle musculature, a lithesome elegance to the long lines of his body.
He was watching your face with an expression you couldn't parse. You gave him nothing back, or at least you tried to, and directed your eyes pointedly to his shoulder.
"Turn around," you said.
He listened, settling with his back to you. You uncapped the spray and focused on what you were doing. The bruise was starting to pronounce itself by the colour of it — a wide, muted violet bloom. You winced softly at the sight of it.
You pressed the nozzle and the cold spray hissed out against his skin. You heard him pull a short breath in through his teeth. The sound shouldn't have sent a shiver through you, but it did.
"Sorry," you said immediately.
"Don't be.” He exhaled, the tail end of it caught in a groan. "Keep going."
You did, working carefully across the area, your fingers hovered near his skin without touching him. The lamp threw long shadows across his back enunciating all the dips and muscles, and you were close enough that you could have rested your chin on his undamaged shoulder if you had lost your mind entirely.
When you were done you capped the spray, and he turned back around to face you.
He didn't move back. Neither did you, which meant the gap between you was considerably less than sensible. You looked at his collarbone. His jaw. Anywhere that wasn't his eyes, because his eyes were the part of him you trusted least to look at right now without consequence.
Beomgyu had spent all this time at the outer edge of what he could manage. Every time the distance had narrowed he had found a reason to widen it again, only for it to narrow once more since the moment you had taken his wrist in your hands and told him not to go alone which had cracked him right down the middle. He had talked himself back from the edge more times tonight than he could count. But you were standing in front of him now with bare inches between you, and he had just exhausted the last several minutes trying not to lose his goddamn mind.
“You keep doing that,” he murmured.
The sudden drop in register of his voice pulled you back to him again. He was ruined by you.
You frowned faintly, trying desperately to hold onto normalcy. “Doing what?”
His gaze moved fractionally away, then returned and held. "Make it difficult to remember why I should keep my distance."
The lamp caught the side of his face and you noticed, not for the first time, how much he gave away in his eyes even when the rest of him stayed composed.
It was a shame how your poor heart again picked up her pace. Your throat had gone dry.
"That's a rather serious thing to say to someone you just met." The evenness of your own voice was a small miracle.
The corner of his mouth moved just barely, not committed to a smile but got most of the way there. His gaze stayed on yours without wavering. "It is," he agreed.
Your knuckles had gone white around the spray can. The push and pull of the entire evening was still moving between you, and you knew exactly where you could meet him right now — knew he was right there waiting. But there was a part of you, stubborn and a little wicked, that wasn't done yet.
"And what made you forget?"
He answered you with his eyes dropping lower on your mouth which made your stomach turn over completely. A ghost of a smile graced your lips when he looked back up at you.
"That you're not nearly as unaffected as you act."
"Careful," you muttered. "You're starting to sound like you know me."
"I don't." There was something in the way he said it — more an observation he found genuinely interesting. "But I think you like it when people almost do."
Your next breath came out thin, and something in you that had been braced all this time slowly stopped bracing. You looked at him and past the hours of both of you circling — and you let him see it too. All of it. The fact that his name had been sitting differently in your mouth for a while now. You were standing here at the end of the world's longest day and you were not unaffected, you had never been unaffected, and you were so tired of pretending otherwise.
You reached out and cupped his jaw. You felt the imperceptible hitch of his breath — and he went very still beneath your palm.
Whispering, you asked. "Is that what you've been thinking about all evening?"
"Among other things," he breathed out.
He looked genuinely wrecked. Eyes wide, jaw slack by a fraction, all the composure he'd been maintaining for the better part of the evening dissolving in real time right there in your hand. The sight of it — of him, undone and unguarded and entirely yours to read pulled a soft laugh out of you.
"I was wondering when you'd stop pretending."
The column of his throat moved when he swallowed. "Were you pretending too?" His voice had gone very, very low.
You tilted your head at him just slightly, and let him see the answer in your face before you said it.
"What do you think?"
Your hand trailed from his jaw so slowly he felt each centimeter of the loss before you gave it back — fingers finding his hair instead, sliding through and curling, and the sensation of it traveled straight down his spine. You gave a soft tug. He had been braced for so many things tonight — but not this. His lashes fluttered, and a shiver wrung out at the edges of the breath that left him. He couldn’t help himself but lean further into your touch, savoring the feel of your palm.
He stayed there for a moment, just a moment, with the warmth of your hand against the side of his face and the soft press of your fingertips still curled in his hair, and it felt indecent how much he needed it. How long he had needed it. Everything inside him begged to reach for you.
When he opened his eyes, whatever had been left of his composure was gone. His jaw had set and his eyes had gone several degrees darker than you had seen them all day.
His hand came up and curved around the back of your neck, and he pulled you down.
It was not a soft kiss, feverish and wanting, his mouth a hungry thing against your own. It felt like a kiss he had thought about, a kiss that he could not help but hurry toward now that there was nothing left standing between him and it.
God, he thought, distantly, finally.
Just as hungry, you fell into it completely — the kiss so hard and so burning that slowing down felt almost physically impossible. The sheer intensity of it clawed out a tattered little sound from the back of your throat. The spray can found its way onto the mattress somewhere beside you as you had to catch yourself against the bare warmth of his shoulder. The uninjured one, some still-functioning part of your brain noted before that corner went quiet too.
He gently bit your bottom lip making you groan softly, his grip at the back of your neck tightening for half a second before easing again when he realized he was holding you too hard. The kiss felt so good and so right, you realized, in the blurred and breathless space between one moment and the next.
He was the one who found the way back to guide you to a gentler motion. His lips closed against yours, pressed once and held.
Your breathing had become the same air. Neither of you had managed to pull away properly, your mouths still brushing every time either of you exhaled. Your eyes wouldn't open fully, thoughts drifting somewhere far behind the haze settling over you while strands of your hair spilled forward around both of your faces.
Beomgyu’s gaze could no longer hold onto one place for very long. They moved over you slowly, greedily, taking in every detail that revealed itself now that you were this close to him; the dazed glaze over your eyes and the part in your lips still damp and red from his mouth. His hand slipped from the back of your neck to your face, fingers brushing through the strands that had fallen across your cheek before carefully tucking them behind your ear.
One more suspended second was all he took before he kissed you again.
This time, your legs went genuinely weak beneath you, a wave of dizziness rolling through your chest and down to your knees. You pitched forward with a soft sound escaping into his mouth as you had to bring your knee up onto the mattress between his parted thighs for balance.
Even through the haze clouding your thoughts, you heard the way Beomgyu moaned at the contact.
You were intoxicated by the reaction you had pulled from him so easily. Curious now, bolder, you pressed your knee up experimentally against him once more. You felt the full-body jerk of him beneath you with a hitched breath, his hand shot to your thigh and gripped it which sent heat rushing through your stomach.
There it is, you thought, and smiled against his mouth.
Groaning into the kiss, a slow roll of his hips came, involuntary at first and then less so, chasing the pressure with a hunger that made his head spin. He was so fucked. The heady taste of your mouth, the feverish press of your hands against his bare skin, the sweet sounds you kept making — sounds that he was responsible for, that he was drawing out of you — every part of you was driving him toward madness at each passing second.
Too much and nowhere near enough.
He needed — he didn't have a precise word for what he needed, only the overwhelming awareness that he needed more of it, more of you, more proximity than was currently physically possible given that you were already as close as you could get.
Beomgyu broke the kiss only to stand up, towering above you and you had half a second to register the loss before he came back down to recapture your lips. Tilting his head to find a deeper angle, he cupped your face with a possessiveness that felt completely natural to him now. Thumbs pressing against your jaw before he let them travel — sliding down the column of your throat and tracing the lines of your collarbone, traveling lower until his fingers found your waist and dug in. He pulled you flush against him which prompted your hands to tangle themselves into the hair at his nape because the alternative was falling.
“Remember earlier,” he said against your mouth, his breath warm across your lips, “when you said being chosen tonight meant you were unlucky?”
You could barely think straight enough to answer. “Mhm?”
“I would’ve spent the rest of my life regretting it if it had been anyone else.” He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, voice roughened beyond repair.
Beomgyu could not stop thinking about how fragile chance truly was.
The possibility of some other version of tonight, some parallel arrangement of events where you had gotten the luggage free on your own or someone else had been the one to offer a hand. Some other reality where he never learned your name at all. It left a bitterness crawling across his tongue he wanted to retroactively prevent.
Every alternate path that did not lead directly here felt not just improbable but wrong, an offense against some order of things he hadn't known he believed in until this moment. Because right now, you were there in front of him with flushed lips and dazed eyes. You were his reality — and he couldn't imagine having been anywhere else.
“That’s a terrible thing to sound so pleased about,” you told him, a smile threading through it despite yourself. You tipped your head to one side with a feathery exhale, wetting your lower lip. You wouldn't have had it any other way either. You knew he could see it, and neither of you needed to say so out loud for the fact to sit plainly between you. But you still wanted him to hear those words. “I think I would’ve hated it too. For the record.”
The smile that crossed his face at that was slow and a little smug and deeply, irredeemably pleased with itself.
"You look very satisfied with yourself," you told him.
"I am," he said, without any apparent remorse about it.
You laughed, and he caught the sound of it in his mouth with the same consuming want that had been there from the very beginning. You felt it everywhere, felt it travel all the way down your spine and settle low in your stomach. You could feel the hard press of him through his jeans, more than substantial and it pulled a genuine gasp which got swallowed by him.
He spun you, guiding you backward until the back of your knees met the edge of the bed and you went down and he came with you. Beomgyu held himself above you on one forearm braced beside your head, his hair falling forward in dark disheveled strands.
“Beomgyu—” His name barely survived the kiss.
It was still more coherent than his reply which didn't make it to language at all but was a low sound against your skin as his mouth found the curve of your throat and began to move downward. The heat of it was dizzying; the solid press of his chest against yours and you had to close your eyes because keeping them open felt like too much. Your back arched off the mattress on its own when he licked and nibbled on your skin with growing hunger, and every breath he dragged from you appeared to drive him further past reason.
You had never been kissed this way before. There was yearning in every part of him now, laid bare beneath your hands without concealment, and the proof of it sent your pulse racing harder when he lifted his head again to look at you.
The pause made you finally regain some semblance of rationality. When he did nothing but stare at you, a small crease formed between your brows.
“What?” you asked.
“Nothing.” He touched the side of your face, fingers tracing the line of your cheekbone. “You’re beautiful.”
The simplicity of his compliment made heat crawl up your cheek. You laughed softly, and you knew you looked a complete mess. But Beomgyu thought the opposite of whatever you were thinking about yourself. You looked even more beautiful. It made him smile too.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead, the curve of your cheek, then the tip of your nose. The tenderness of it nearly ruined you more than the heated kisses had. He returned to your mouth briefly before turning his head, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear.
A startled giggle burst out of you immediately, your shoulders curling inward. “Wait—”
“You’re ticklish there?” he asked, already smiling against your skin.
“That’s not funny.”
“I think it’s a little funny.”
You shoved weakly at his chest while laughing again. He joined you, his forehead dropping to the curve of your neck and for a suspended moment you were just two people lying tangled together on a hotel bed, laughing at nothing in particular, and it was so easy and so warm that you felt your chest expand with it. You couldn't remember the last time laughter had found its way into a moment like this. It made the whole thing feel weightless, unlocked from gravity, driven by nothing except warmth and pleasure and the specific delight of being here with this specific person.
He was back to trailing kisses down the torrid skin of your collarbones before biting down on the supple flesh, eliciting a breathy moan from you.
“Beomgyu, please.”
He was breathing rougher now after hearing his name fall from your lips that way. Your head fell back against the mattress and the full line of your throat opened to him, an offering, and he took it without pause. His hand slid down your side before stopping at the hem of your shirt. Fingers curled into the fabric, his eyes lifted to yours first.
“Can I take this off?” he asked softly.
By now here was no patience left in you for a slow answer. You were hot and restless and had been running on the ragged edge of wanting him for long enough. Nodding vigorously, you let him help you. Fabric disappeared in hurried movements and half-broken kisses, your fingers brushing clumsily against his wrists whenever both of you reached for the same place at once. You wanted nothing more than the feeling of his torrid naked skin on yours.
The second the last barrier disappeared between you, you pulled him back down with a renewed hunger. When your tongue swept against his lower lip a shuddering moan tore from him. It vibrated straight into your mouth, sending a fresh pulse of heat coiling low in your core that made your toes curl against the mattress.
Even though the separation felt visceral when he sat up, the thin strand of saliva still connected your mouths for a fleeting second before breaking apart had your mind reeling. He parted your legs and settled between them. You had to resist the urge to reach for him again just to have something to do with your hands, which were suddenly and inconveniently purposeless at your sides.
You didn't know if Beomgyu had read your mind or not. Because the next moment he gathered both your wrists in one hand and held them above your head, pinning to the mattress.
"Keep them here for me, love."
The way he spoke, followed by a sweet kiss to your forehead had you clenching around nothing. You felt your arousal pooling and her skin prickling with heat, heart thundering. A whine forming in your throat that you swallowed back down, your thighs instinctively pressing inward to relieve some of the ache that had been building since the moment his mouth had first found yours. The effort was largely unsuccessful with the way he was holding your knees apart. Nothing but the slow and mounting burn of wanting him and being made to wait.
You watched him through heavy lashes as he took you in, his chest rising and falling with the same labored cadence as yours. His hand came down to the base of your throat — open-palmed, barely any pressure, just the heat of his skin against yours before he drew it downward in one long, slow pass. Over the swell of your chest that had your nipples perk up, following the line of your sternum, across the plane of your stomach, and everywhere his hand traveled the skin came alive behind it.
"You're so beautiful. I keep thinking I've gotten used to it and then I look at you again," he said, and his voice had gone so low it was nearly gone entirely. The candor in his eyes was almost too much to hold.
You bit down on your lower lip, trying to hide the shy smile. "Mhm. You said that already."
His face softened further at that, and his hand came up to cup your face, thumb tracing your cheekbone. He tilted your face toward his.
"I know," he said simply. His eyes stayed on yours. "I'm glad it was you. Out of everyone on that train tonight, I'm so glad it was you."
"Do you mean it?" you whispered back.
He took your hand from above your head and brought it down to his chest, pressing your palm flat against the place where his heart was. The gesture was so nakedly honest that it took you a moment to breathe around it.
"I do," he admitted earnestly. "What do you want me to do to make you believe?"
There was no doubt that you believed him, but he was close to begging. This man — who had been so consuming just minutes ago — was now looking at you with flushed cheeks and eyes gone wide and earnest. He was stripped of every layer of dominance he'd been wearing so naturally, and he looked so genuinely, openly gone for you that you had to press your lips together to hold back the moan just from that sight. He just kept getting better. Every single time you thought you had a handle on what he was, he turned into something more interesting.
You bit the inside of her cheek, considering. "Think you can be good for me?"
His breath left him in a rush. "Anything you want, baby." The endearment came out like it had been waiting. "I can be so good."
You tilted your head, fingers trailing idly along his jaw. "Mhmm, yeah? How will you do that?"
Beomgyu flashed you a boyish smile before pressing feathery kisses on your stomach, working his way downward and stopping right over your glistening cunt. He groaned, thumb finding your clit when he registered exactly how much he had done to you. He moved a slow, exploratory circle over that bundle of nerves and he drank up every twitch and gasp your body gave him.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered against your inner thigh. You let out another soft sound that had his mind reeling, and he felt his cock twitch in his jeans at the thought of how much more of that he could draw out of you if you'd let him. "You can trust me."
You ran your hand through his hair, a lopsided smile on your lips. You did trust him. There was no fear in you when it came to him.
"You can do whatever you want with me," you breathed out. You never said things like that — had never felt the ground beneath you feel solid enough to say it and mean it. You meant it now. With him, in this specific moment, it felt not only natural but true. "I'm all yours."
There was a flash of something primal in those gentle eyes the moment those words left your mouth. The small smirk that followed arrived slowly and it was a different creature entirely from the boyish smile of a few minutes ago. Beomgyu blew a soft breath directly over your center — barely anything, a whisper of air — and your whole body shivered in response, a tremor that started at your core and radiated outward to your fingertips, your thighs drawing in on instinct before his hands spread them back open.
"Beomgyu—" His name dissolved into a gasp before you could finish it, your back arching clean off the mattress when he pressed his lips to your clit. A kiss so devastatingly soft it turned your brain into mush. "Oh fuck, ah—"
He smiled against you. You felt it, and it sent another shudder rolling through you causing you to blindly chase that feeling again.
Beomgyu had always considered himself a patient man. That quality was currently hanging by the thinnest possible thread, because the moment he tasted you it detonated through his senses so completely that the shockwave traveled all the way to his fingertips before plummeting his sanity somewhere down to his dick.
Encouraged by your whimpers, he flattened his tongue against your clit before delving lower to lap at the velvety lips of your pussy, exploring the wet heat with long, languid strokes. He savored the way you were so warm and slick against his tongue and each time your inner walls clenched, he probed deeper. Your juices dripped down his chin, a filthy reminder of how desperately you needed this.
He gripped your thighs, your hips, urging you forward — coaxing you to move against his mouth, to take what you needed from him — and when you did, when your hips rolled down into him with that small, desperate press, he felt his mind going completely blank. Fuck — there was your hand gripping his hair. He was huffing and taking short breaths. There was a ringing at the edges of his hearing as he looked up at you through his lashes, eyes wide and glossy because in this moment, he felt like he was made to kneel between you. You were flushed and breathing heavily but looked extremely beautiful like this.
"You taste fucking divine." His words were muffled between your cunt.
He was drunk, so high on you as he watched you let out a high pitched gasp when he eased in two fingers. Your folds stretched around the thickness of them, clenching down hard before he had fully seated them, and he groaned against you at the sensation. He began to move them in a slow drag, feeling the way your soft walls responded to each angle, each depth, each curl of his fingers, and you were already so far gone and so slick that the slide of it was obscenely easy and obscenely good.
Your head went back against the pillow. The bedsheet crumpled in your fist. His name was falling from your mouth in fragments — just sound, broken and breathless and needier than you had ever heard your own voice. Closing your eyes you let yourself get absolutely lost in the ecstatic pleasure he was giving you.
He had made you a promise and he intended to keep it. He picked up every micro reaction you gave at every thrust of his fingers, every tremble of your body when he sucked on your clit before swirling the tip of his tongue over it until he figured out what was going to take him to guide you over the edge. But looking at you, it didn’t seem like he was going to need to do much work anyway.
He could feel you spasming around his fingers, your moans were coming faster now, falling over each other, your thighs closing around his head. He was suffocating but it felt excruciatingly good that his eyes rolled briefly before he wrenched them back open, because he needed to see you, needed to watch every second of what he was about to do to you, and he was not going to miss it for anything.
Amidst all that, Beomgyu humped the mattress below him, the taste of you and the sound of your voice and the grip of your fingers in his hair combining into something that was rapidly exceeding his capacity to contain. He curled his fingers and stroked upward into the soft, swollen spot that made your whole body seize, and did it again, and on the third stroke he sucked your clit into his mouth and held it there with the flat of his tongue pressed firm against it — bringing you over a mind shattering orgasm.
It was the scratch of your nails on his scalp and the sound of his name breaking apart in your throat that made him cum. His release poured out of him in waves that left him loose and trembling and utterly, completely spent. He pressed his forehead against your inner thigh and breathed, ears ringing faintly, and the bliss that settled over him in the aftermath was so total and so warm that for a long moment he couldn't have told you where he was or how any of this had happened.
"Gyu…" you croaked. You were still trembling from the aftershocks, your whole body loose and oversensitive. You reached for him anyway, fingers finding his jaw. "Come closer."
He complied with your request and you took the chance to grab his face and kiss him hard, tasting yourself all over his wet lips. He moaned into your mouth and pressed against you. It was denim against bare skin that had you mewling, your hips jerking upward on reflex. You broke the kiss with trembling hands as they traveled down his stomach to the waistband of his jeans, working the button with fingers that weren't quite cooperating, and he let you — watched you with his chest heaving and his weight braced on one forearm above you — until the zip gave and he took it off. Your hands found the front of his boxers and stopped.
The fabric was unmistakably, warmly wet, and your brain took a full second to catch up.
"Fuck," you breathed, one finger hooking into the waistband, pulling it down slowly. His cock came free and you stared at it — flushed and thick and coated with his creamy release. “Did you cum?”
"Couldn't help it, love." His voice had the faintest note of sheepishness threading through the warmth of it. "You were so fucking good."
You didn't say anything, because there was nothing to say and also your mouth had stopped functioning properly. You pushed his boxers the rest of the way down and he kicked them off, and then he was kissing you again before he pulled back just far enough to speak against your lips.
"Protection?"
You nodded toward your bag. Beomgyu followed your gaze and reached for it in one fluid motion, rummaging through it. He found what he needed, tore the packet open with his teeth and rolled the thin rubber over his shaft, giving it a few pumps.
He was — there was no clinical way to put this — beautiful, in a manner that made your oversensitive pussy clench with a want so acute it bordered on painful.
The anticipation that coiled within your stomach crawled up to your throat and through your chest, gathering all your oxygens from your lungs on its way. Beomgyu shuddered over you, hands roaming, fingers mapping out your skin like he was committing every inch of you to memory. He lined the tip of his cock against your entrance, and drew it torturously, inexcusably slowly along your folds without pushing in.
"Beomgyu, please," you cried out after he kept stroking you. "Please—"
"Tell me if it gets uncomfortable." He was panting, chest rising and falling against yours, and he reached down to guide your knees upward, folding them gently toward your chest, opening you further. "Tell me if I hurt you, okay?"
Your bodies flushed together, every inch of heated skin sliding against the other as Beomgyu’s tip breached inside with the moan of your name. He kissed you, so deeply, so fiercely, that the gasp you let out at the stretch was entirely devoured by his mouth. The overwhelming pleasure flooded both of you until he couldn’t keep his head up anymore and it lulled forward beside yours.
Beomgyu’s mouth hung open, puffing against the hot skin of your neck as he seated himself inside you inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt and you were so full of him that your vision had gone soft at every edge. He gritted his teeth, jaw clenching as he had to fight the urge to cum from just feeling your tight walls sporadically clenching around him. Strong arms bracketed your head, caging you in and his hips started to roll in deep, languid undulations — not thrusting so much as grinding.
Each thrust carried him to the very limit of your depth before drawing back in a long, dragging pull that had every nerve ending inside you lighting up in sequence. The stretch of him was extraordinary; you felt every ridge and contour of him on each withdrawal with a vividness that had you gasping and moaning.
"Feels sooo good, Gyu—!!" you were now blabbering incohesive words, brain a complete mush under the overwhelming and capsizing pleasure of him.
Beomgyu tried to hold onto the last bit of his sanity when he felt your hand trail up to the hair on his nape, curling and tugging on a fistful. Even with a snowstorm outside, both your bodies were glistening with sweat and heat radiated off of you as you were pressed chest to chest; there was nowhere for either of you to go, every exhale of his landing directly against your face and every inhale of yours pulling in the scent of him, the heat of him, the totality of him.
Tears of pleasure sprung to your eyes. He brought his face up from biting your neck to smash his lips against yours. His tongue glided over you in messy strokes, saliva pooling at the corner of your lips and hot puff of breath exhaling against his mouth.
For the last several minutes, the bruised area was sending a dull throb through him with every movement — but Beomgyu did not give a single fuck about it. How could he even bother with it when you were there underneath him? Face blissfully fucked out with glistening lips and teary eyes, you warmth enveloping him so wholly — his shoulder could wait indefinitely. There was not a version of this moment in which he was going to stop.
The depraved sound of skin against skin along with your mingling groans and gasps resonated off the walls of the room. He could feel you clenching around him, could tell you were reaching your high again soon with how thoroughly fucked out you looked and sounded.
"Beomgyu—’m close,” is all you managed before crying out, the rest of whatever you were going to say dissolved as your back arched off the mattress, every inch of contact maximized.
You gripped him like a vice, your body quivering when you finished, his name spilling from you so sinfully that his vision went white at the edges.
He became the louder one then — groans and grunts as his thrusts became sloppier, helping you ride out your orgasm before he buried himself to the hilt in one deep thrust and spilled into the condom with a long, broken groan pressed into the curve of your neck.
Both of you were breathing hard, the sound of it filling the silence left by everything else. He didn't pull out, stayed exactly where he was, his weight settling into you gradually as the tension released from his muscles all at once. You felt him softening inside you slowly as the two of you drifted back to earth.
"So perfect," he slurred against your skin.
His lips left trails of kisses around your chest, neck, and shoulders, as if making up for every mark he couldn't leave. Tasting the salt of your skin, his tongue traced your areola that dragged a whine out of you even now. He sucked gently, then harder, then dragged his teeth across the swell of flesh before soothing it with his tongue.
You sighed at the sensation, feeling your body reaching absolute bliss. His voice brought you back from slipping into dreamland.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, a hand running through your hair and you melted at the soothing feeling.
He lowered your legs carefully onto the mattress afterward, though neither of you made any real attempt to move apart. His chest still pressed against yours in places and your knee hooked loosely over his thigh.
“Mhm.” Your eyes slipped shut again for a second, contentment pulling through you slowly. “Is your back alright?”
Beomgyu laughed breathlessly. “We might need another round of that ice spray.”
Your eyes flew open immediately, horrified enough to make him break into genuine laughter this time. He dipped down before you could scold him, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.
“I’m joking,” he murmured against your skin. “Mostly.”
“Beomgyu.”
“There she is.” His grin widened lazily. "I was wondering how long before I got that look."
You sighed despite yourself and cupped his cheek, thumb brushing back and forth absentmindedly over warm skin. His expression changed the second you touched him again; softer instantly, eyes lowering for half a moment before returning to yours.
“You know,” you said slowly, “we’ve thoroughly ruined any chance of being friends."
“Mmhmm, well.” He turned his head and pressed a kiss into your palm. "Wasn't planning on being your friend for very long anyway."
You raised a brow at him. "Really."
Beomgyu smiled into your hand before finally looking at you properly. There was still heat in his eyes, though now it mixed too openly with affection.
"I meant it when I said I wanted to earn your trust," he spoke earnestly, playing with your hair. "I really did mean that. But somewhere around tonight, after everything—" He exhaled another laugh beneath his breath. “I got selfish. I think staying only friends with you would’ve actually killed me.”
Your stomach flipped hard at the honesty in his voice. You didn’t think you could handle any more of this man — he was seriously too much for your heart.
"You're so cute," you cooed, poking his cheek.
He stared at you. "I just confessed my suffering to you."
"You did it adorably, though."
Beomgyu stared at you in disbelief that lasted approximately a few seconds before your sweet laughter dismantled it. His mouth twitched. He pressed it flat. It twitched again. You were still smiling when his eyes dropped to your mouth; the fondness remained and the teasing still there, but desire began to creep back in beneath it piece by piece.
“Can't believe you say things like that right after ruining me for half the night,” he murmured, fingers sliding along your thigh again.
Your mouth curved. "Half the night?"
"Yeah." He chuckled, thumb grazing your bottom lip. “I’m trying to sound respectable.”
You opened your mouth and sucked on his thumb, swirling your tongue around it. The heat began its slow return through your body, and watched his jaw tighten when you released his finger with a pop. "I like you better when you're honest."
He simply looked down at you with a slow smile, tonging the corner of his lips. He then shifted a bit up and you keened with delight when he rolled his hips in one slow, purposeful thrust.
“I don’t think I’m anywhere near done with you yet.”
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a particular date night with kai that ends with him worshipping you in the shower
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Date nights were sacred with you and Kai.
No matter how busy both of your schedules were you always had them, whether it was a simple night in on the couch at 3am with whatever cheap takeout from whatever place was somehow open. Or when hes on tour and you stay on the phone while you both eat and talk.
But on the rare occasion where you both have time — Kai goes all out.
Fancy restaurant, suit and tie — buying you flowers, which he does weekly anyways but on dates makes sure to get you the biggest ones he can.
While generally you and Kai do prefer quiet nights in, he loves spoiling you, showing you off in the best way he can without getting in trouble with the company.
The night was perfect — Kai always the gentleman made sure everything was perfect for you, reserving a small table on the roof top so you can watch the stars. Work was never mentioned, focused fully on you, the conversation effortless.
As the night went on you ordered wine — not what you typically went for but Kai insisted for the 'vibe'. Unable to say no to him you have a glass each — then two, then three.
You both weren't drunk or even buzzed — floaty is how you would describe it, your brain processing things just after it should, the world feeling fuzzy somehow — Kai adored when you got like this.
The walk to your apartment was as expected, Kai's hold on your waist secure so you don't trip over your own feet. Unlocking the door swiftly with his free hand, ushering you into the apartment.
Immediately plopping down on the small bench by the entrance, giggling over Kai's amused smile.
"Whats so funny." He hums slightly, locking up the apartment, putting his own shoes away, looking down at you, your head leaning back against the ball looking up at him with a goofy smile.
"You." Your blunt words making him bite his lip holding back a laugh at your state.
"Right." Kai says simply, crouching down in front of you, looking up at you — your hair slightly messed up from the wind of the car ride, makeup slightly smudged at the corners of your eyes, lip gloss long faded from Kai stealing kisses all night.
Clocking his staring at you, you huff slightly, your smile softening. "What are you looking at." You drag it slightly, admiring the faint red on his cheeks, a contrast to his white hair, the usually tamed locks, messy from constantly running his hand through.
"Everything." He says softly, if you were slightly more aware you would have made some quippy comment but you don't, just smiling letting out an embarrassed huff.
A small laugh escapes from Kai, not saying anything else, his hands smoothing over your dress before grabbing your leg, his fingers tracing over your heels.
Carefully he removes them one at a time, placing them right next to his. Not moving right away from his spot, your dress hiking up on your thighs, exposing the plush skin.
Kai ever so grateful, presses a kiss on the top of your thigh, making you jolt slightly, bring you back to reality.
Your sudden movement doesn't stop him, smiling against your skin, pressing another kiss on your other thigh before you push him off, palm straight to his forehead.
Kai narrow his eyes slightly before getting up, grabbing your hands pulling you up with him, pulling you straight into his chest, his hands drifting to your waist, pinching the skin gently.
Your own arms wrapping instinctively around his neck, fingers playing with the Kai on the back of his head, your eyes soft, looking over his features.
Kai presses his lips against yours — like hes done hundreds of times before but still makes you smile, His hold on your waist tightening slightly, one of his hands moving to cup your jaw deepening the kiss.
Feeling his tongue glide against your bottom lip pulls a soft moan from you unexpectedly, this makes Kai pull back from your lips — you whine, trying to chase his lips but he stops you, pressing a quick final kiss to your lips, his thumb running over your cheek, his eyes lock on yours.
You cant tell if his pupils are brown blown from the kiss or the wine from earlier but you decide not to focus on that — your brain clouded, only thinking of him, his soft lips on yours.
Feeling his hands leave your body — you're about to complain when hes pulling you towards the bathroom, the sudden movement making your head spin — still feeling the wine slightly.
When you get to the bathroom Kai immediately notices, his fingers brushing over your cheek, his filled with subtle concern. "You okay?" His words soft, laced with slight concern.
You nod, your finger curling into his shirt, messing with the fabric, looking back at him. "Floaty." You reply simply, making Kai smile at you.
"Floaty is good, I can work with floaty." He smiles at you lovingly, pressing a kiss to your cheek, making you giggle slightly.
Kai pulls back with an exasperated sigh, a huge grin on his face, not at all upset.
"What — it tickles." You huff in amusement holding back another laugh.
Kai hums smiling at you, looking over you one last time before pressing another kiss to your cheek, leading down to your neck, pushing the thin strap of your dress off, pressing a soft kiss to the space between your shoulder and neck.
Immediately you relax into his touch, your hands perched on his shoulders as his hands move to push your other strap off, silently thankful you picked an easy dress to get off.
His lips don't leave yours for a second, his hand sliding to your side to find the zipper, fiddling with it for a moment unable to unzip it, a laugh escaping you, trying to stop by covering your mouth, failing miserably.
Kai groans against your skin, personally offended by this zipper and you for laughing. Looking at you as you try containing your laughter, raising an eyebrow as he finally gets the zipper down.
"You look like the zipper personally offended you, Kai." You tease, a small giggle leaving you, making Kai sigh, feigning annoyance with a smile.
"It did, and so did you." He hums, fingers tracing over the newly exposed skin of your side from the zipper.
"What did i do to you, huh?" You gasp slightly, a grin plastered on your face, enjoying the banter.
"Exist, your very existence tempts me, makes me desperate for you, sue me." He says it so casually you still, processing his words.
Without saying anything else he presses a quick kiss to your cheek, going back to that sensitive spot on your neck, nipping it gently before his lips trace over it.
His hands pulling down your dress, allowing gravity to do the rest, the fabric hitting the floor with a thud, leaving you affectively bare.
After Kai is satisfied with the mark forming he pulls back, admiring the skin flushed, a small bruise forming. Pulling back, his eyes wander over your body shamelessly, despite seeing you naked countless times, he still reacts as if its the first time and you're the most beautiful thing that's graced this earth — which he knows you are.
Usually you'd feel bashful at his unwavering stares, the wine from hours ago still lingering, making you not particularly care — making you need him.
Your fingers skirt over his tie, tugging it to pull him closer to you, which he has no complaints letting you do whatever you want with him.
Hes completely in love with you, you know this — he makes sure you know hes irrevocably in love with you — if you didn't know from his words or actions you'd know from how he looks at you, like you are the stars.
Fiddling with the fabric, loosing it and letting it fall to the floor, your fingers find the buttons of his shirt, trying your best to undo them quickly. When sober you can barely do it so tipsy, its your worse enemy.
Kai enjoying your growing frustration, bites back a laugh, watching the small crease in your brow form, mumbling obscenities at the buttons.
"Its not workingg —." You drag on your words, annoyed, your bottom lip pushed out in a small pout.
Kai cant help but laugh, not at you per say, just how cute you look annoyed at buttons. Kai moves your hands from his shirt, unbuttoning it himself, his eyes never leaving yours.
Both of you undress, Kai steps into the shower first — steam filling the air, when you step into the shower your muscles immediately relax at the hot water.
Kai spins you around, wetting your hair, smiling as you scrunch your face from water running into your eyes.
Squeezing shampoo into his hands he washes your hair, fingers massaging your scalp, you hum in satisfaction, letting out a content sigh. Soon rinsing it out along with the conditioner.
It started off innocent — in your head anyways.
Kai pouring body wash on his hands, rubbing it all over your body — rubbing it into your shoulder, his hands drifting down your sides, using the excuse hes just washing you — that excuse shortly losing its creditability as soon as his fingers skim over your nipples.
The sudden pleasure making you jolt, Kai using this opportunity to go press kisses on your other shoulder.
"Kai.." You say, almost a warning, feeling him smile into your skin.
"What — im cleaning you." He mumbles, catching his words barely, his teeth skimming over your flesh.
You don't stop him, giving him the signal that you want this just as much as he does. His hands fully cups your boobs, squeezing at the flesh, his fingers catching on your perked nipple — pulling a strained whimper from you.
Kai stops teasing you, playing with one of your nipples, flicking the bud, twisting it between his fingers, enjoying the soft sounds escaping from you.
You're about to complain at the feeling of his hands leaving your boobs — when you feel his hands drift down your body, his fingers dipping between your legs, grazing your clit making you jolt. Your head leaning back on his other shoulder, giving him easier access to your neck.
He mumbles something incoherent that you cant catch, your focus fully on his finger teasing your clit. "Kai.." You say between whimpers, grinding your hips against his fingers, quickly shushing you with a kiss to the back of your neck.
"I know, sweetheart, i got you, baby.." He coos softly, his fingers circling your throbbing clit.His other arm wrapped around your waist, steadying you, not trusting your legs fully.
His movements on your clit only heightening from the slightly fog from the wine earlier — your nervous system a wreck from Kai alone.
Kai's fingers drift from her clit, circling your sopping entrance before pushing two of his thick fingers into your hole. The stretch is so good — barely needing to adjust from how much you want this, Moans echoing through the bathroom, the fog onto adding to the intensity of the moment.
His fingers curl, finding that sweet spot he has memorised at this point, thrusting his finger, scissoring them to stretch you out even more.
The feeling of him kissing all over your neck, shoulders and jaw — mixed with him fucking his fingers into you, with every thrust the heel of his palm nudges your clit.
Feeling your orgasm crash over you, his hold on you tightens, your legs almost giving out — his rough pace softening helping you ride out your orgasm.
When your breathing steadies slightly, he pulls his fingers from your dripping cunt with a wince from both of you, the cool air mixing with the hot water only heightening everything.
Turning you around gently, propping you against the cool shower tiles, one of your legs hooked around his hip.
Capturing your lips in a heated his, one of his hands resting your cheek, deepening it, his tongue gliding over your bottom lips. His other hand pumping his cock a few times, groaning into your mouth.
He lines up his cock with your entrance, breaking the kiss — not straying far, his forehead resting against yours, his nose nudging yours with every breath you both take.
The tip pushing into you — giving you a moment to adjust before pushing fully in, his hips meeting yours. The water spraying down on both of you only adding to the moment, peppering kisses over your face, distracting you from the familiar sting of Kai stretching you out.
The sting fading and morphs into pleasure, the fullness of Kai fully in you — stretching you out, reaching places only he can. When Kai feels you clenching around him, letting out small shakey moans he knows youre okay, giving you one final kiss to your lips before pulling out, leaving only the tip inside before thrusting back in.
Setting the pace — slow, every thrust purposefully hitting that spot that makes you clamp down on him — his tip kissing your cervix with every deep thrust.
Your back arching off the tiled wall, fingers digging into his shoulders. "Kai — fuck! Don't stop." You moaned, nails digging into his skin only making him groan, his thrusts growing rougher, his hold on your waist tightening to the point there will definitely be a mark tomorrow.
Feeling the familiar sensation of your orgasm approaching, Kai quickens his pace, his thrusts growing sloppier from his need to feel you come cum around him — mixed with his own orgasm fast approaching from your walls clenching around him — your warm pussy taking him so well.
Kai's thick cock, plunging into your needy pussy — Feeling your hold on him loosen as one particularly deep thrust hits your cervix pushing you over the edge. The feeling of your sopping cunt squeezing him, only pushing him to his own orgasm, your walls sucking him dry.
His Thrusts continue sloppily, barely thrusts, more grinding his hips against yours to help you both ride out the intensity of your orgasms.
Grinding into his hips to meet yours, ignoring his own sensitivity — addicted to the feeling of your cunt, only stopping when he hears your soft moans die down, stilling inside you, resting his head on your shoulder as you both catch your breath.
Your fingers card through his hair, trying to bring yourself back to reality, only stopping when you hear him talking.
"I think we need another shower." He says halfheartedly, smiling against your wet skin, you can only hum in reply, your voice shot your your moans.
Kai pulls back from you, whimpering at Kai pulling out — leaving you feeling almost empty, adjusting to the loss of him.
He quickly presses a kiss to your forehead, His arm wrapping around you as support as he turns off the shower, helping you out of it — sitting you on the closed toilet, wrapping a towel around you.
"You okay? not too sore?" The lust he was feeling fading to concern, his natural response to make sure youre okay.
You nod, pulling him to you, forcing him to lean down to kiss you, needy for the small moments after the intensity.
"I love you." You whisper against his lips, smiling against them.
"I love you more." He whispers back, anything louder seemingly like it would burst the bubble they are in.
After a few moments he helps you to your feet, guiding you to the bedroom, helping you sit on the bed.
Both of you not bothering about putting any clothes on — knowing they wouldn't stay on for too much longer anyways..
mostly real i, too, wonder how I've managed to make it this far, but my mom debates I more..... (#loredrop) (do NOT ask further about my mom)
💟 no pressure tags bcs i need to see my moots n their tropes : @woniefication @shyoko @yooniso @myuviis @koiiq @chrrific @blooddlusts @seobluuu @luvmahae etc
an assistant manager whos hoping to become a full time manager to one of the hybe groups — heeseung whos known her longer and beomgyu who knows her better both want her as their manager. The only solution — whoever fucks her better wins..
Did you always plan on being in a management position — not really, applying to hybe ent as a joke when you were looking for an internship — your passion always being more in the creative side of it.
So when they did call you back for a second round of interviews it hit you — you could actually get it.
And you did!
Kinda anyways..
The role you applied for was an internship for the creative team which you didn't get — instead they recommended you to the management side and you took it.
that was two years ago now, and for the most part you actually enjoy it, growing to love it — well, endure it most times.
You're basically a managers assistant, unofficial title — you help which ever group needs help from the general company, not staying set in one company.
You met Heeseung the day your internship started — accidentally, running into him in the halls, immediately feeling guilty and apologising profusely. Heeseung immediately counters your apology saying it was his fault, then helping you pick up all your files and walking you back to where ever you needed to go.
The friendship just kinda stuck around — working more closely with his group, joining outings and such.
Eventually Heeseung introduced you to Beomgyu — well introduced as in properly, outside of work.
Instantly you got along like a house on fire — the same humour, personality and everything.
If you weren't working you would still be at the hybe building — either watching Gyu's practice or Heeseung going over lyrics.
So when your internship was coming to the end you really didn't know what was going to happen — sure you knew you would remain close but doubtfully as close.
You doubt you'd spend late nights in the practice rooms with Beomgyu where he dramatically collapses next to you while you go over whatever paperwork you're doing, forcing his was into your personal space. Having moments where you both seem to want to cross that line.
Or with Heeseung, when hes overworking himself into oblivion — in the zone of not eating or resting until you physically drag him to the couch, feeding him in a domestic way that makes your heart twinge.
But that was normal friendship stuff you told yourself — i mean yeah do you find them both ridiculously attractive, of course! You're human.
It seems the incoming fate of your internship is also looming over them both, suddenly even more clingy to you.
So when you have a meeting with a higher up who offers you a permanent position in any of their groups you of course accept it, letting them know you'll have your choice soon. With both groups comebacks and schedules you haven't had the chance to tell them — wanting to do it in person.
Unfortunately that didn't happen — you told a friend, who mentioned it to someone else, who then mentioned it to a manager of enhypen who offhandedly mentioned it to Heeseung who mentioned it to Beomgyu.
You're innocently working on some paperwork in an empty practice room — preferring them to the stuffy offices, when your peace and quiet is interrupted.
Heeseung and Beomgyu rushing in to plop down either side of you, immediately whining that you didn't tell them.
"Angel, you could have texted us! I had to find out from the literal grape vine." Gyu huffs, pushing your laptop and papers to the side, plopping his head in your lap, your fingers instinctively going to play with his hair.
"Wanted to surprise you — and shouldn't you both be, i dunno busy or something." You huff slightly, glancing over at Heeseungwhos shutting off your laptop.
"Never too busy for you though." His voice smooth, making your heart flutter, smiling softly at him.
After a few moments of quiet conversation the conversation you knew was coming happened.
"So what group did you pick? Obviously there is only one right answer." Beomgyu exclaims confidently, ignore the glare from Heeseung.
"Only one?" Heeseung mutters unamused, a smile twitching to escape.
"I'm not picking between the two of you." you say flatly, your fingers twitching slightly in Beomgyu's hair as you feel his finger brush over the hem of your shorts.
"I've known you longer, its a clear choice." Heeseung smiles smugly, his fingers tracing over the strap of your shirt which has since fallen.
"But im legit her best friend, no brainier, sorry Hee." Beomgyu's tone confident, his eyes meeting Heeseung's which are narrowed at him.
"Do i get a say in this?"
"No" they say simultaneously, immediately starting to bicker like toddlers, Beomgyu's hold on you growing tighter, only making your breath hitch, along with Heeseung getting progressively closer to you as well.
Learning to zone out whenever they get like this — competitive and arguing, unintentionally focusing on the heat radiating off the two boys, the close proximity sending you crazy — that was until Beomgyu said something that completely caught you off guard, only catching the end of the conversation.
" — Whoever does it better wins, up to her, loser gives up." His lips turned up into a smirk, Heeseung seriously considering the offer before a smile you've never seen forms. "Deal." He says, both the boys silently agreeing to this then looking at you.
"So what am i agreeing to?" You hum slightly confused, feeling the room grow smaller from the forming tension.
"Just trust us, baby — you trust us don't you.." Heeseung's voice deepening and having an edge you've never heard before, sending heat straight to your core. The familiar nickname having a completely different effect on you than usual.
Beomgyu — whose head is still perched in your lap, his fingers wander over you, not inherently suggestive yet — teetering on the line, his fingers dipping under the hem of your shorts.
"Last time both of you said that i nearly got fired.." Your voice shakey and uneven — trying to conceal just how much they both are effecting you, unfortunately they both know you inside and out, your uneasy state causing them both to smirk, glancing at each other.
"Technicalities." Heeseung mutters, his head dropping to your shoulder, feeling his breath on your skin pulling a choked sound from you only encouraging them.
"I trust you, both of you..' Your voice barely above a whisper, just enough for them both to hear, Beomgyu grinning ear to ear — surprisingly removing himself from you only making you whine — only to be moved so where your back is pressed against Heeseung's broad chest.
"My idea, im first." Beomgyu smiles at you, glancing at Heeseung sending a teasing glare to him before his fingers fully latch onto the band of your shorts, pulling them down in one pull.
The sudden cold air making contact with your cunt makes you try and press your legs together instantly, along with the fact Beomgyu is locked onto your cunt.
"No need to be shy baby, i got you yeah — Beomie's gonna take good care of you.." His words an attempt to sooth you, failing — only sending you over the edge, your body weakening.
Beomgyu slides down between your thighs, keeping your thighs apart with his broad shoulders, moaning at the sight of your cunt dripping on display for him. "So pretty, all for us yeah — god, Hee you'll never get over her, shes dripping for us. Its okay, baby ill take such good care of her."
Heeseung whose right behind you, his hands wandering over your body, pulling down the collar of your shirt to give him easier access, pressing soft kisses on your neck. His hands settling on your waist, holding you in place for Beomgyu. "I can believe it, cant wait to see for myself, and beat your ass in the process, win win f'me." he mumbles against your bare skin, pulling a strained whimper from your throat.
At Heeseung's remark Beomgyu nips at the skin of your thigh, making you jump slightly, only for Beomgyu to kiss over the sensitive skin. Not saying anything before his lips latch onto your clit, sucking hard around the aching bud. His teeth scraping over your clit before pressing a sloppy kiss directly over your folds.
The sudden pleasure pulls a nearly inhumane moan from you, squirming around trying to escape? Push into him? You don't know, just that you cant, Beomgyu's arms wrapped around your thighs keeping you still, along with Heeseung's hands on your waist.
Beomgyu's tongue sucking over your lips, pushing the to the side to drink up all your slick, catching your hole with every lick.
Hes messy with it — and needy.
Beomgyu's licking all over your pussy, sucking up everything you give him, hips lips sucking on your clit only to leave it to poke his tongue into your sopping hole, pushing it in.
His hands only leave your legs to push Heeseung's off your waist, allowing you to hump his face, riding out your pleasure.
Beomgyu whos just as into it, moaning desperately into your pussy only drawing more pretty moans from your, letting you ride his tongue, his nose nudging your aching clit with every mean rut against his face.
You can faintly feel Heeseung's harden cock pressed agaisnt your ass, too focused on the orgasm approaching you to care. Your fingers pulling hard on Beomgyu's hair, pushing him further into your pussy.
The duel sensation from Beomgyu's tongue fucking into you and his nose nudging at your clit sends you over the edge quickly, cumming hard — a string of incoherently moans escaping your sore throat.
Beomgyu doesn't stop or slow, only licking all over your cunt, lapping up all of your cum before sucking hard on your clit, his tongue drawing harsh circles around the bud.
Beomgyu only stops when Heeseung physically has to pull him off when Beomgyu's Tongue fucking you into overstimulation, and even then he complains, Heeseung's hold on his hair pulling him off your twitching cunt, the bottom half of his face soaked from your cum, his pupils blown.
"Gyu you're not playing fair." Heeseung clicks his tongue in annoyance, only them letting go of his hair, Beomgyu's face pressed against your thigh, sighing dramatically with a smile looking at your cunt clenching around nothing.
"Who cares about fair, she tastes so good Hee.." Beomgyu whines, his fingers tracing over your cunt making you jolt.
"So you're giving up?" Heeseung smirked, immediately making Beomgyu zero in on him with a glare.
"Not a chance."
You are barely catching any of this, still trying to recover from your orgasm, only refocusing to feel them handle you into a different position, your back pressed against Beomgyu's chest, Heeseung now in between your legs, his hair a mess, sweat forming at his hairline looking like a wet dream.
"Hi, angel." Heeseung says softly, you only reply in a hum — still to fucked out to trust your words.
"Beomgyu was so mean — making you sore, im gonna take good care of you, honey.." His voice dripping with lust, feeling heat radiate both of the boys.
Feeling one of Heeseung's fingers run over your sensitive cunt only making you whimper — heeseung immediately shushing you sweetly. "I know, its okay i got you."
Heeseung's finger pushes into your cunt with ease, from Beomgyu's tongue earlier your stretched out enough — what you don't prepare for is him pushing a second in quickly after.
Before giving you any time to adjust hes thrusting into you roughly, curling his fingers trying to find that sweet spot on your gummy walls.
When he feels you clench hard against his fingers along with the borderline scream he knows he found it.
Heeseung's free hand snakes down to your stomach, pressing down to keep you in place.
Heeseung's mean with it, purposefully abusing that sweet spot to pull the cutest sounds from you, his trusts only fastening when he feels your legs shaking around him.
Pressing sloppy kisses to the inside of your thigh, watching your cunt suck him in with every thrust of his fingers.
Your orgasm crashes over you quick, from Heeseung's constant prodding on your g-spot and your overstimulation from your previous orgasm.
Heeseung's fingers slow, fucking you through the orgasm slowly, helping it not be too overwhelming, muttering sweet words you cant hear — your ears ringing.
Heeseung gets lost in it, watching your pussy clench around his fingers, only pulling out when he hears your whimper and fingers shakily pulling at his hair.
"Sorry, angel." Heeseung says sheepishly pressing a final kiss to your thigh, pulling out of you with a wince, feeling the loss of him instantly.
Beomgyu's fingers run over your arm, trying to sooth your aching body, Heeseung moves to put your shorts back on, smiling to himself at your thighs still shaking.
After a moment, you can tell they are waiting for you to say something, smiling to yourself as you look between the two boys, eager to see who you think did best.
"You know i already chose to be Le sserafim's new manager right?"
Summary: Your boyfriend — despite being naturally leading, is pretty submissive in bed. It comes as quite a shock when he decides to take control once but who are you to say no?
⤷ smut!!! p in v, softdom!soobin. established relationship. soobin spits in and on you a couple times. lowk size kink. big dick!soobin agenda. few praises thrown in.
a/n: fem!reader (afab so implied), inspired by my dream & requested kinda 🫡 soobin nation rise up. not proof read ><
Being intimate with Soobin has never felt this heavy and hot. His bigger, more intimidating frame easily envelops your body and naturally leads the progress of your connection. You’re not sure when you ended up in his lap, swallowed by his broad stature as you struggle to keep up with the prodding tongue exploring your mouth. Your heart is dizzy with lust-fuelled excitement and your stomach starts to clench and sends sparks of passion towards your lower body. Your hips rock subconsciously against his own as you chase relief for the pressure that’s built up in your sensitive clit from his actions.
You’re practically panting as Soobin continues his ministrations. The usually passive and quite submissive man clings to you needingly, pressing his mouth against yours in a clash of teeth and tongues as if trying to prove a point to someone in his head.
Your hands which dig into the skin as the base of his neck falter and squeeze at the wisps of hair as he pushes you impossibly closer by the small of your back. Your lips disconnect slightly so his hot, heavy tongue can lick a daring stripe from your neck to just above your jaw.
You can’t help but whimper at the feeling. You feel like you’re going insane as Soobin continues to have his way with you. It’s not like Soobin to practically jump on you and have you sit pretty in his lap as he does what he wants to you. Usually, he’s staring at you with eyes blown large with desire as he asks you want you want him to do. What he can do to make you feel so good. Usually the control over someone so much larger than you makes your legs clench but the way Soobin is practically treating you like a doll has you drenched in a way you didn’t think was ever possible.
“Mhmph — Soobin!” You mewl as he presses heavy kisses against your cheek, travelling up your face to press them into your hairline before he lands back at your mouth. He snakes a hand from the small of your back to clench your chin between fingers, pulling his face back so he can stare at you with dark eyes. You swear your eyes almost roll to the back of your head at the sight of his plush, bruised lip. They’re slick with saliva and a small string still connects your lips.
He breathes heavily but the way you’re panting at having your breath stolen from you is undeniably hot to both of you. Your hands slip from his neck to hold his broad shoulders. You must look crazed — hair messy and lips swollen from the nips caused by Soobin.
“What’s gotten into you?” You question under pants, eyes darting around your boyfriend’s face. His hooded eyes drink in the details of your wrecked face. Soft eyes, furrowed brows and parted, kiss bitten red lips that glisten under the dull light in the bedroom like a crude layer of lipgloss. Soobin’s dick twitches at the sight.
“Need you.” Soobin mutters honestly as his hand drops from your chin. You swallow thickly before letting out a small puff in surprise as Soobin swiftly scoots back to lay you flat against the bed. Your stomach flutters as he easily manhandles you in a pliant position he wants to see you in.
“H-Hah..” You exhale shakily as Soobin’s hand runs down your body. His large plans envelope your tits, squeezing and pushing them together under the fabric of your top. He uses his thumbs to rub over the protruding tips, revelling in the way you shiver and bite your lip at the feeling. Your legs greedily rub together, ignoring how your knees knock into his legs and give away what you’re doing.
Wriggling and twisting, you reach after his touch. He curses as his hands trail further down your body until he reaches the hem of your shirt. His head dips as he pushes the material up, lips pressing wet searing kisses to the exposed skin of your torso. When he lifts away to press more, tongue darting to lap at the skin, the cool air causes a nipping sensation that makes your back arch.
Your head falls further back into the pillows as your hands grasp at the sheets. Soobin pushes your shirt up to the point it bunches over the swell of your breasts, pert nipples facing the cool air without much cover. Your legs press together as his head rounds up to the flesh of your tits. His tongue leaves a hot trail of desire, mapping his ministrations as he finally targets your breasts. He swirls the tongue around the perky bud, lips suctioning down as his teeth graze at the sensitive surface. You mewl and yelp as his other hand comes to twist at the neglected nipple.
“A-Ah, Soobin..” You moan wantonly, back arching and twisting. You try to pull away from the pinching of your right nipple but it leads you to push against Soobin’s face causing his teeth to dig into the soft flesh. You hiss and mewl as you feel yourself become more needy at the opposite sensations.
“So needy.” Soobin mumbles around the flesh as he moves to suck the skin just under your areola. You seizes his pinching to lightly roll over the bud with his thumb. You sigh as he separates from your tit with a soft ‘pop!’
The skin presents with a slight red tint. Soobin exhales as he realises the mark will slowly darken over time.
You release your hands from the sheets to weave your fingers into Soobin’s dark strands. He follows your lead until his face connects with your again. Your lips jut into a pout as you motion for him to meet you halfway with another kiss but he stills despite the pull on his hair.
“Jus’ kiss me, already.” You whine, feeling slightly lightheaded by the change in dynamic. Soobin’s lip flips into a smirk at one corner, the expression sends a flutter straight to your cunt. He leans in and presses a soft kiss against your lips.
You relish in the soft kiss. It’s different from what he’s inflicted upon you tonight.
He pulls away softly and his eyes almost seem a little lighter. They’re still clouded with unwavering desire but his expression seems just a fraction smaller.
“..My beautiful baby.” Soobin practically whispers as his eyes take in the features of your face. You turn hot under the appreciation. Soobin presses a soft kiss against your jawline, eyes dazzling with love.
“Soobin..” You whine with embarrassment laced into your words, “Just fuck me already.”
If the room wasn’t hot before it was hot now. As soon as the plea left your mouth Soobin was stripping his shirt and unbuckling his belt. The visual of the taller man sat on his knees above you as his belt clacked and jiggled as he whipped it off and threw the accessory to the side with a metallic thud made your thighs clench. The way his brows furrowed slightly as the belt fumbled a little and the groan of relief once he was able to undo it and throw it to the side made the everyday action just a little hotter.
You shuffle and pull yourself up to fully take off the shirt that was uncomfortably bunched around your chest. Soobin’s eyes shamelessly stare at your tits as they shake a little when you readjust the strands of hair that fell into your face.
“Shit. Baby. Let me eat you out.” Soobin asks as he hurriedly pushes his trousers around his ankles. If you weren’t so turned on you’d probably laugh at how he swears when the material bunches on his thighs and he’s forced to hop off the bed to fully take the denim off. The strain of his cock against the black material of his Calvin Klein’s makes whatever humour die in the back of your head as you zone in on the print.
“Jus’ need you in me.” You reply earnestly. Soobin crawls back on the bed, leaning over you like predator to prey. His eyes meet yours softly, “I’ve been dying to taste you, baby.”
You almost moan at his words. Soobin uses a hand to trace your features with delicate fingers. Your hand raises to softly hold at the hand. Not to stop him but just to simply touch him.
“I just need your cock, ‘Bin.” You say it so easily Soobin feels himself twitch in his underwear. The fingers tracing your lips lead themselves to your lips, slightly pressing down on the pink flesh to open your mouth silently. You let him use you, opening your mouth so he can press down on your tongue.
“Get my fingers wet, my love.” Soobin hums as he zones in on the way your tongue twirls over the long digits. He wills himself to not teasingly press a little deeper. If he was feeling a little meaner maybe he’d see how far he could go before you gag against the prodding digits. He hooks a thumb on your chin so he can rub his pointer and middle fingers against your tongue.
You hum, voice bordering on a whine as your mouth salivates from his actions and face alone. Soobin pulls his fingers away but taps on your lips to tell you to keep your mouth open. You flinch a little when he spits but you can’t help but smile when the droplet of saliva lands on your tongue neatly. He dips his fingers back in to scoop it up and really coat his fingers.
He lets you breathe when he pulls away. You swallow thickly as Soobin shifts his attention to your needy cunt. The cool sensation of his fingers prodding as your hot, gushing pussy is enough to make your eyes roll back. He circles your clit a few times — the way you like — before dipping the tips of his fingers into your needy hole. He glances up to gage your reaction before pushing in his fingers, wiggling a little to ease them in.
“Didn’t even need you to drool all over my fingers.” Soobin laughs a little as your mouth falls open. You let out a breathy exhale as he scissors you open, fingers slowly spreading against your gummy walls to get you used to the feeling.
“Ha-ah, told you I need you.” You retort as your fingers curl against the sheets. Soobin hums and bends his head so he can leave a small kiss at the top of your thigh. The muscle twitches at the sensation but the loving action next to the pumping of his fingers makes your stomach feel warm and fuzzy.
It’s not long before the usual dirty sound of squelching fills the air. Soobin manages to wiggle in a third finger despite your little huffs when it stings as he introduces the third. He hums as he shifts back on his knees so he can use his other hand to circle at your clit.
Your thighs begin to shake a little. Your head lolls back as you whimper. Soobin’s long fingers and strikingly ability to find the spot that makes you see stars is a lethal combo, but one that makes you moan like a bitch in heat.
“Soob, ‘m gonna cum.” You warn. Soobin continues, twisting his fingers just slightly as he rubs a little faster on your clit. You should be embarrassed at the wet sloshing sound that fills the room but you can’t focus on it when the familiar warm tugging sensation starts to pull in your lower stomach.
“Gonna cum for me?” Soobin asks as he looks at your face. Your hair is disheveled from throwing your head back but it falls around your head like a halo. He presses a fingers a little harder against the spongy spot inside your cunt as he continues to coo little praises that makes your walls clench against the fingers.
“Pretty baby.” Soobin cooes as you cum. Your back arches with your pretty tits pointing perkily to the air. Soobin wills himself to not grab at the flesh as he continues to slowly pump his fingers in your squishy walls to help you ride out the orgasm. Your hips chase after the fading sensation before eventually stopping.
Soobin takes the signal to slowly detach his fingers from your cunt. Your pussy clenches as he pulls out.
Your head feels dizzy as you turn your head to look at your boyfriend. He’s slowly peeling the elastic band of his boxers away from his hips. You’d offer to help if you weren’t still a little breathless from whining for Soobin to keep going.
He rolls the material down his thighs. His quads tighten as his hand wraps around the base of his cock. He uses the juices from the hand he used to finger you to spread it across the sensitive skin.
He hisses at the contact. Despite being sexually active Soobin still swears he feels like he could cum from one touch alone as he looks at your body. He feels like a dam teenager who just got their hands on their first porn mag as he drinks in your vulgar position.
“Roll over for me, baby.” Soobin commands. You nod, slowly rolling yourself over so you can plant yourself on your hands and knees. It used to feel embarrassing to present yourself so freely to Soobin but you’ve gotten used to this man and his libido to realise he’s way to horny to care for slight imperfections you’ve decided you’ve got in your head.
Your back arches as Soobin places a palm on the skin of your ass. You feel the bed dip as he shuffles forward, stomach clenching when the head of his cock taps against your weeping hole.
You hear Soobin inhale before pausing. He shifts backwards before a hot, wet trail of liquid meet your puffy lips. The needy moan that erupts from your mouth when you realise Soobin’s spat on you again — specifically your pussy, turns you on immensely.
“Tell me if it hurts.” Soobin comments as he guides his cock with his hand. He use the fleshy tip to spread the wetness over your folds, gathering them on the bulbous tip so it makes it easier for him to press into your fluttering hole.
The hand on the palm of your ass smooths to your lower back. You instinctively arch further into the mattress, proving him a better view of your messy pussy. He groans as he presses in, relishing in the way your wet cunt immediately sucks him in.
The stinging is delicious. The way the tears poke at your eyes as you clench them shut would make Soobin cum on the spot if he could see your face. You press your face into the pillows, gasping as he inches in slowly.
“Doing okay, love?” Soobin asks as he stops halfway. You nod against the pillow, biting your lip to swallow any hisses. The stretch does burn but the reward after is too enticing to stop him. Soobin leans forward a bit, accidentally pushing in more as he tries to catch a glance of your face, “Words, baby.”
“G-Good! Keep going, Soob. Need it bad!” You squeal as he inches in more. Your legs want to flail but you ground yourself by biting at the pillow you’ve forced your head into.
Soobin bottoms out swiftly. The base of his hips sit snug against your ass as he allows you a moment to breathe. The way your walls clench rapidly around his cock makes the hand on your back slip to grab at your waist. He holds the flesh firmly between his fingers.
“‘M gonna cum if you keep doing that.” He confesses breathlessly. You whimper out an apology as you try to calm your racing heart.
“Move. It’s okay.” You give Soobin the green light to move.
He rocks his hips slowly. Your eyes almost roll back at how big he is. Soobin doesn’t seem to understand that he is bigger than average because the amount of times you have to tell him he can’t just jackhammer into you from start to finish is astonishing. He doesn’t seem to understand that you barely squeeze him into your cunt before he’s almost breaking into your cervix. Poor guy just wants to make you feel good.
He sighs, both hands finding home on your hips as he finds his rhythm. His thighs slap against the back of your legs, filling the void silence in the room as he slowly speeds up.
Your legs shake. His stupidly big cock practically abuses your gspot, punching and drilling it stupid. Even at the slower pace the mushroom tip makes your toes curl like you’re about to cum on the spot.
“Faster!” You command greedily as you press your hips against Soobin’s. Soobin takes your word for it as he begins to press harder, transferring his weight to the grip on your hips so he can thrust harder.
The bruising placement of his hands makes your mouth water. The thought of him leaving imprints of his hands on the soft flesh like a silent marking of ‘Soobin was here.’ is dirtily tantalising.
“Always so tight. You sure you can take me?” Soobin muses as he thrusts harder. The sounds filling the room are a perverts fantasy. Between the sound of slick skin slapping, obscene squelching and pornographic moans alongside the softest dirty talk would have any person sweating.
You pant and wriggle, hips pushing back to meet Soobin. The plush of your ass slaps against the skin of Soobin’s hips leaving soft little stings in its wake. He slides a hand from your hip to messily play with your clit. You cry as he punches hastily, the force of his thrusts making his hand slip and pull at the sensitive skin.
“‘M gonna cum!” You warn as Soobin continues to draw messy figure 8’s on your clit. He pants as he chases the orgasm, legs and arms burning as he wills himself to keep going.
The sweat that was building on his hairline falls down his face in small streaks and he groans as he flicks his head back. The strands of his hair stick to the sweaty skin, casting a shadow across his face.
“Go ahead, love. Come.” Soobin keens when you clamp down a little firmer than usual. The spasms of your sensitive walls leads him to a quicker release but he refuses to come before you do.
You yelp as a specifically hard thrust makes your vision dot “Fuck! Mhmph!! Soobin — Ha-ah, shit!”
“You sound like a pornstar.” Soobin manages to speak past the whiny whimper that escaped him when the first spirt of his cum shoots into your walls. He spews apologies when he can’t hold it back, fucking you like a pocket pussy as he chases his relief.
You’re practically melted onto the sheets when you come. Whether it’s from Soobin’s off handed comment or the searing hot feeling of his cum costing your walls, one last clench around his bulbous cock and you’re cumming like a whiny bitch.
Soobin lets you ride it out despite his sensitive nature. The sounds that escape him are more adjacent to his usual tone during sex, soft and needy. The slamming of his hips has slowed to a rocking pace. You both hiss as his sensitive heads prods at your spongy spot.
“You did.. so good for me.” Soobin exhales faintly. He slowly pulls out and your walls clench uncomfortably at the feeling. His hands detach themselves from your body as you fully embrace the soft bedding below you. Getting caught up in the heat of the moment made you forget about how hot you are. The warm flush radiates form your body as you both separate for cool air.
You shift, turning so you can face Soobin. He settles against the pillow next to you, facing the ceiling as he catches his breath.
“What got into you?” You ask with a trace of a laugh. Soobin snickers as he rolls his neck softly. He just shrugs.
your body settles against the sheets when a scene of shane kissing ilya flickers across your tv screen, your breathing picking up slightly as your panties start to feel a little uncomfortable, too hot to pretend it’s not having an effect on you.
you sigh, slipping your hand slowly into your sleep shorts, but before you can actually do something about it, the front door of your flat opens and you sit up quickly, frustration crawling up your spine.
“it’s my turn, you had her last weekend,” beomgyu’s voice pulls your attention, along with footsteps echoing down the hallway.
you come face to face with your two boyfriends, kai just behind beomgyu, both of them frowning until they see you and their expressions soften.
“what’s going on now?” you roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around beomgyu to press a quick kiss to his lips, repeating the same with kai.
“i just missed you,” kai admits, slipping his arms around your waist, hands sneaking beneath your sleep shirt.
“that’s not the deal,” beomgyu rolls his eyes this time, walking over to your bed. “this weekend’s mine.”
“i’m just asking to join,” kai murmurs against your neck, his lips brushing your skin in an attempt to convince you. “pretty, please…” your skin prickles, your head tilting slightly toward beomgyu.
“you can’t fight over being with me,” you scold, though you’re melting when kai’s teeth graze that sensitive spot. “that’s not how this is supposed to work.”
beomgyu sighs, nodding, about to answer when a low moan slips from the tv, and both of them turn to look at the show.
“heated rivalry again?” kai laughs against your neck, his hands tightening on your waist.
“it’s my comfort show,” you defend, glancing back at the sex scene. beomgyu watches for a few seconds before looking away, almost regretful.
“i don’t get why you like watching two guys kiss so much,” he says, settling into the pillows, patting the space beside him for you to join.
you crawl across the bed, resting your head on his chest, kai joining on the other side as he wraps an arm around your waist.
“it’s the same as you imagining me with another girl,” you explain casually, and kai laughs behind you.
“fair enough, i’d kill to share with another girl.”
beomgyu scoffs, his arm coming around your shoulders to pull you closer. “i’d kill not to share you with anyone.”
you laugh softly, tilting your head toward him. “you woke up extra jealous today.”
beomgyu chuckles, pressing a kiss to your head before looking back at the tv, shifting a little uncomfortably.
“you can’t blame me either,” you add, turning back to the show. “god forbid a girl wants her boyfriends to kiss.”
they both look at you as the words leave your mouth, kai the first to respond with that teasing tone of his. “you want us to kiss?”
beomgyu tenses beside you.
“a girl can dream,” you reply, glancing at him over your shoulder. “sometimes i imagine it, and it’s kinda hot.”
kai laughs, shooting beomgyu a look over your head. “what, you scared?”
beomgyu huffs, meeting his gaze with that same competitive glint in his eyes.
“no, you?”
kai shifts after that, sitting beside you on the bed and bracing his weight on one hand against the mattress. beomgyu follows, sitting up carefully so you can move now that you’re no longer resting on his chest. they look at each other, like they’re still silently competing to please you.
“wait, are you actually going to kiss?” you sit up, your back pressed against the headboard as you watch them facing each other.
“why not?” kai says, playful. his eyes flick back to beomgyu after answering you. “i’ve always thought you were hot.”
beomgyu rolls his eyes, used to kai trying to get under his skin and succeeding 99% of the time. only this time, he doesn’t want to lose.
“good taste,” he shrugs, glancing at you when he hears you laugh, his lips curling into an involuntary smile even as his jaw tightens when kai leans closer than he should.
you watch them closely, convinced they won’t actually kiss. you know them, they barely tolerate each other, it’s impossible.
“fine, let’s do this,” beomgyu says, tilting his head toward kai and shooting him a look. “if you bite me, i swear—”
kai leans in to shut him up before he can finish, eyes closed, lips pressing against beomgyu’s. he tries to look unbothered, but you can see his fist clench against the sheets.
beomgyu’s eyes close too, resisting the urge to pull away at first.
your eyes widen slightly in surprise, a smile forming on your lips as you lean in to get a better view.
only three seconds pass before they pull apart, not saying a word.
you roll your eyes. “that’s it? you didn’t even—”
but you’re cut off when they both lean in again, beomgyu tugging kai in by the collar of his shirt while the blond pulls him closer by the waist. your mouth falls open in surprise, almost shock, as you watch their lips meeting again, their tongues clashing in a silent fight over who kisses better.
your thighs press together, trying to soothe that growing ache between your legs.
kai pulls beomgyu against him, noticeably stronger with the difference in their builds, and beomgyu simply lets himself fall, kai’s back hitting the mattress, beomgyu’s chest pressed to his.
the room fills with the sound of their kisses, loud, careless. kai’s quiet grunts mix with beomgyu’s low moans, both sounds reaching your ears, making your mouth water.
beomgyu’s hands slide up into kai’s hair, fingers tangling on instinct, his skin prickling as kai’s hands come up to hold his jaw, firm, yet careful at the same time.
beomgyu braces one hand beside his head, but a surprised gasp slips out when, in a quick movement, he finds himself pinned beneath kai.
your eyes follow every movement, a heavy breath leaving your nose. the tv keeps playing in the background, but you’re no longer interested in ilya and shane. you only want to watch your boyfriends making out hungrily right in front of you.
one of kai’s thighs slides between beomgyu’s legs, pressing against his boner, which only grows the deeper the kiss gets, even as he tries not to react too much.
he tilts his head back when his body demands air, not giving beomgyu time to recover before his lips trail down along his jaw to his neck, kissing and nipping playfully until beomgyu starts to squirm beneath him, his moans growing rougher, louder. his head tilts unconsciously, giving the younger more space to do whatever he wants against his skin.
your eyes meet beomgyu’s for a brief second before they roll back and then shut, his body reacting when kai’s teeth find that sensitive spot—the one you know makes him fall apart.
“what were you saying about biting?” kai growls against his skin, his hand sliding up to his neck to squeeze gently, stealing his breath for a second.
beomgyu can only answer with a low groan, especially when he feels kai’s thigh press against his erection, painfully hard beneath his jeans.
“come here,” kai says, looking at you over his shoulder. voice breathless, dark eyes. “you started this.”
beomgyu’s moans fill your room, louder and way needier this time, when your lips meet the free side of his neck. you suck at that sensitive spot, leaving small marks that make his hips twitch involuntarily, almost like a reflex.
your hand travels down his abdomen until it reaches the waistband of his jeans, and without even asking, kai unbuttons them so you can keep going. you pull his boxers down, wrapping your hand around his cock and stroking him slowly, feeling him throb in your grip the way he always does when he’s too worked up.
“fuck—” his voice comes out rough when kai joins in too, his warm hand stroking beomgyu’s balls while you jerk him off at a slow pace.
his hips lift off the bed, his eyes squeezing shut as he feels both hands giving him exactly what he needs.
“let me go down,” you ask kai, breathless, already lost in the moment. it comes out more like a plea than an order, and you only move when the blond nods, pressing his lips back against the brunette’s.
beomgyu moans into his mouth when he feels your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, your tongue circling slowly to taste the precum, his back arching in response.
“you’re so needy it’s pathetic, y’know that?” kai groans against his lips, almost mocking, not giving beomgyu time to reply before he pushes his tongue back into his mouth, tasting him, swallowing every sound he makes.
one of his hands comes up to grab kai by the neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, his lips moving against his as he tries not to moan into his mouth when you take him deeper. you feel his other hand tangle in your hair, gentle, never pushing your head down. he’s never liked doing that. but god, he’s weak when you’re sucking him off like this.
kai pulls back just enough to watch you going down on beomgyu, and his eyes darken at the thought of joining in. he’s never really felt attracted to men, this probably isn’t an exception, but beomgyu looks so wrecked, so gone, that it’s enough to make his own cock hard just from the sight.
he lifts beomgyu’s shirt, lowering himself along his abdomen, his tongue dragging over his abs and making him shudder, beomgyu’s fingers tangling in his hair as he feels him getting closer to you.
to his cock.
you lift your head, meeting kai’s gaze, and he leans in to kiss you—your tongues slipping from each other’s mouths to beomgyu’s tip, sharing the taste of him between you. beomgyu lets out a rough moan at the sight of you kissing right over him.
“see what you do to us?” kai groans into your mouth, gripping the back of your neck to guide you back down to your blowjob. his hand moves to your hair, this time guiding your head faster.
beomgyu arches his back when he feels you take him into your mouth faster. “shit, stop— ‘m close.”
“already?” kai teases, lifting his head to look at him while tugging your hair to push you deeper onto his cock, your gagging making beomgyu shiver around the sensation.
“fuc— ah— fuck you, kai.”
the blond rolls his eyes, not looking away as he lowers himself, getting closer to beomgyu’s balls, giving them a slow lick that sends a shudder through him. he can’t quite explain what exactly about all of this is turning him on so much.
he loosens his grip so you can catch your breath, this time bringing the tip of beomgyu’s cock closer to his mouth to lick it. he glances at you—you know what he’s asking without words, and you don’t hesitate.
you lean in again to join him, licking the tip from the other side while your hand strokes the mess of desperate moans that beomgyu has become.
his hips jerk upward, completely out of his control, trying to hold back even as the knot in his abdomen tells him he’s right there. his eyes squeeze shut, fists clenching at his sides as his whole body tightens, bracing for the orgasm that’s about to hit—
“stop,” kai orders, making you pull back and take your attention away from beomgyu right when he was about to cum.
his eyes snap open instantly, looking down, chest rising and falling with arousal, adrenaline, and the almost orgasm that just slipped away.
“why—”
“shut up,” kai cuts him off before he can complain, shifting to rest his back against the headboard. he unbuttons his jeans, finally freeing the erection that had been aching, trapped. “beomgyu, come here.”
“but—”
“don’t make me repeat myself.”
you glance at the brunette, licking your lips, used to kai being this demanding in bed. something beomgyu clearly doesn’t know.
his hips meet beomgyu’s, his whines filling the room as he tries to adjust to the new sensation of being taken for the first time— it hurts, but it’s so good he doesn’t know what to hold onto to keep from losing himself in it.
his back rests against kai’s chest as he thrusts into him without mercy, like he doesn’t realize how overwhelming it is, pleasure tangled with pain. his hands grip beomgyu’s hips, guiding the movement, pushing deeper each time.
kai’s breathing ghosts against his ear, and beomgyu chases that denied orgasm, pushing his hips toward your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, his eyes rolling at the way you gag around him. you glance up at him for a second, completely captivated by how desperate he looks; brows furrowed, lips parted, whines spilling out of him, begging for more, his abs tightening with every shift of sensation.
“ride him,” kai orders between rough breaths and low grunts. beomgyu turns to look at him like he’s lost his mind, like it’s too much to handle, but kai pushes harder, forcing his back to arch, his eyes squeezing shut.
the blond stops his thrusts so you can take your time, his eyes on you as his breath brushes against beomgyu’s ear, who feels his eyes gloss over when your sweet pussy tightens around him, hugging his width as you take him inch by inch.
a moan slips from your lips, because beomgyu has always been big, his cock always forcing you to pause and adjust when he enters you, hitting exactly the spot you need to cum. he moans too, a little higher pitched than usual, because he can still feel kai inside him.
“are you ready?” he asks you, not beomgyu, and you meet his gaze. your hands rest on his shoulders to keep your balance, his cock throbbing inside you, begging you to start riding him.
you nod in response, a darkness in your eyes that could be enough to make beomgyu finish.
kai positions his legs in a way that makes it easy for him to thrust against beomgyu’s ass, slow at first not to drive him insane with too much stimulation, but he quickly pick up pace, unable to help himself, chasing a kind of pleasure he didn’t know a man could give him.
even if the position isn’t the most comfortable, you manage to move your hips up and down to match kai’s rhythm, your ass bouncing against beomgyu’s skin as you hear him moan loudly, desperate, trying to regulate his breathing and failing miserably.
his hands grip your hips, the only thing he can find to keep himself grounded while two of his weak spots are being stimulated like this. his eyes shift from yours to your tits, the way they bounce so deliciously making it impossible for him to look away.
“she’s so pretty, isn’t she?” kai praises you, his ragged breathing hitting beomgyu’s ear, earning a series of whimpers in response. “look at her tits, gyu. aren’t they pretty?”
beomgyu lets out exaggeratedly deep breaths, his hands sliding up your waist until they reach your chest, pinching your nips gently before losing control. kai’s hips slam into him so rough and unrestrained that it makes his cock push even deeper inside you as you bounce on top of him.
your moans are the quietest in the room, drowned out by the rough grunts tearing from kai’s throat and beomgyu’s whimpers as he feels his orgasm getting closer, not entirely sure which of the two of you is pushing him there.
“i… fuck, i wanna— oh my—“
he tries, he really does, but his brain can’t piece together coherent thoughts when his hole is being fucked like this, with a kind of burning pain that still hits something deep inside him that feels too good.
“this is all it takes to make you cum?” kai growls against his ear, picking up the pace of his hips and making beomgyu arch his back with loud whimpers, tears slipping down his cheeks. he’s enjoying it so much it embarrasses him to even think it, he doesn’t want to stop and process how good it feels to be fucked. though he can’t really think much at all.
“he’s so sensitive right now,” you add, breathless, bouncing against him with sharp, deliberate movements, the sound of your skin slapping against his almost as loud as his moans. your hands slide down from his shoulders to his chest, index fingers brushing over his hardened nipples, making him moan even louder as he looks at you like you’ve gone insane.
“yn— don’t—“
“mmh?” your thumbs start tracing circles, playing with his sensitivity. beomgyu presses his lips together, his head falling back against kai’s shoulder.
“too much— oh fuck, i need— please.”
kai lets out a breathy laugh, his hips snapping harshly against his ass. “oh, is he the begging type?”
beomgyu feels a tingle in his lower body, warning him he’s about to experience the best climax of his life.
“m gonna— fuck, don’t stop—“
kai and you share a look, like you silently agree to give it everything at once. the speed you set is enough to make beomgyu see stars, his lower abdomen tightening with that familiar knot. only this time, there’s another kind of pleasure tied to it, one coming from behind, from his most vulnerable spot.
his hands drop to either side, gripping the sheets tightly, arching his back to hit the perfect angle. his whole body tenses, and you catch the exact moment he lets go of any restraint, giving in to an orgasm so intense it makes his eyes roll back.
his hearing dulls, unable to keep up with your moans or kai’s, and even his vision starts to blur.
the only thing that leaves him is a strained, broken groan as you feel his cock spill inside you, filling you with the hot release he so desperately needed.
his body goes slack when kai stops thrusting, shifting to give him the space he needs. his body twitches, evidence of the best high of his life, as he tries to catch his breath.
“i’m not done here,” kai says, pulling your body toward him, his hands gripping your hips so he can position you the way he wants.
your knees press into the bed, back arched and ass up for him. his hands roam over your cheeks, giving it a small squeeze followed by a slap just to watch your skin bounce in response.
“can you take it better than him?” kai asks, almost mockingly, as he guides the tip of his cock to the entrance of your other hole. you glance back at him over your shoulder and nod.
“mhm, babe, please–“
his hand moves down, coating his fingers with your slick, spreading it over your second entrance and along his tip before pushing in slowly, letting you adjust to the feeling.
your face twists into pure pleasure as his length slides into you, and he groans at how tight you feel. he glances to the side, catching sight of beomgyu trying to sit up on the bed, his eyes unfocused, blissed out.
“you good?” he mouths, genuinely checking on him, while starting to thrust into you so you can get used to it, your moans sounding like music to both of them.
beomgyu nods, wincing slightly as he shifts position. he’s sensitive, but that doesn’t stop his erection from keeping hard, refusing to go down.
“c’mere, you can use her as a fucktoy,” kai gestures to him, while your cheek presses into the sheets and your whimpers are muffled against the mattress with every deep, delicious push.
you don’t have time to react when you feel your hair being pulled, forcing your head up, and just from the firmness of the grip you know it’s kai. beomgyu positions himself right in front of you, slowly stroking his cock.
“open that pretty mouth for beomgyu, doll,” kai tells you, his voice firm because it’s not a suggestion; it’s an order. you obey, caught between moans and soft cries from how good his cock feels pounding into you.
beomgyu slides his cock slowly into your mouth, his thighs trembling when your tongue traces along one of his veins and when his tip makes you gag.
“deeper, baby, take him deeper.” kai growls, his grip on your hair tightening. you don’t know how you manage it, but you let beomgyu’s cock slide down your throat, not hitting the back this time but letting it pass. the walls of your throat tighten around him, he lets out a low moan and places his hand in your hair too, pushing his hips toward your mouth to go deeper.
kai’s grip turns rougher, almost painful, and just from the depth of his groans you can tell he’s close but there’s nothing you can do except let him use you while you keep sucking beomgyu’s dick.
“fuck, yn, you take it so fucking well,” kai curses, feeling the knot tightening dangerously in his lower abdomen, warning him of his release. “all filled with our cum, is that what you wanted?”
you moan in response around beomgyu’s cock, the vibration making his body shudder. his eyes are on you, on the way you choke on him, but when he feels kai’s intense gaze on him, he lifts his head to meet it.
you don’t know which of them moves first and they probably won’t ever tell you, but they kiss again, this time over you. it’s messy, desperate, loud, all spit and pent up want. beomgyu feels the tip of his cock tighten in your throat, a clear sign his second climax is right there.
kai grabs your hips with one hand, thrusting hard and fast, chasing his orgasm, while his other hand comes up to wrap around beomgyu’s throat, squeezing almost without thinking. the sight of him gasping into his mouth is enough to push him over the edge.
and it’s enough to make beomgyu come again too, moaning against kai’s lips, breaking the heated kiss.
the cum spilling into your mouth slides straight down your throat as beomgyu rolls his hips slowly, making sure you take it all. kai’s thrusts slow, muffled groans leaving his throat as he tries to come back down.
your body nearly gives out when they both pull away from you, heavy breaths and unfocused eyes staring off somewhere in the room. your cheek rests against the edge of the bed as beomgyu collapses beside you and kai leans back against the headboard.
“you came twice, huh?” kai teases, breathless, earning a middle finger from the brunette.
“you know who hasn’t come yet?” beomgyu says, his gaze settling on you as you try to recover from being used like that.
kai smirks, something dark and amused crossing his expression as he leans forward and grabs you by the waist, pulling you back toward him.
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