request: reader x bepsy smut something passionate and cute and then the guys asking about who was making all the noise last night and then they finally realize when bepsy walks out of ur room in the am 👩🏽🦯➡️
reader = pink
bepsy = purple
ron = blue
lacy = red
jason = orange
silky = green
TOO LOUD
warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, creampie, praise, slow + passionate sex, lots of kissing/affection, morning-after embarrassment
it’s late, way past when either of you should still be awake. the movie on tv is nothing but background noise, light flickering across the couch where you and bepsy are slouched together.
you’re curled under a blanket, scrolling your phone, pretending you don’t notice the way his knee keeps bumping yours.
“you’re hogging the blanket again,” he mutters, not looking away from the screen.
“you always say that when you’re the one stealing it.”
he smirks, leaning closer. “then maybe you should come share mine.”
you roll your eyes, but the heat in your chest betrays you. “you’re impossible.”
“and yet,” he says, stretching one long arm across the back of the couch, fingertips brushing your shoulder, “you’re still here.”
you glance over, ready with another sarcastic reply—but his eyes are already on you. soft, intent. and suddenly your words stick.
“what?” you whisper.
“just thinking,” he says, lips twitching. “you’re really pretty when you get all defensive.”
you laugh under your breath, flustered. “shut up.”
“make me,” he teases—except this time, his voice dips low, almost serious.
you don’t. instead, you lean in first, brushing your mouth against his.
it starts tentative, a question. but he answers immediately, kissing you back slow and warm, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment. his hand cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek, holding you steady as he deepens it.
by the time he pulls back, you’re breathless. “bepsy—”
“been wanting to do that forever,” he admits, forehead resting against yours. “can i…?”
you nod before he even finishes.
he doesn’t rush. his lips trace along your jaw, down your throat, kissing gently like every inch of you deserves to be memorized. his hands slide under your shirt, palms warm against your skin, and he murmurs, “so perfect. i can’t believe this is real.”
the blanket slips to the floor as he eases you back against the couch, covering your body with his. when he lifts your shirt over your head, he pauses just to look, eyes dark but soft.
“gorgeous,” he breathes, kissing down your chest, over your stomach. every word, every touch feels like something he’s been holding in for too long.
when his mouth finally settles between your thighs, he’s slow there too—tongue teasing, savoring, eyes flicking up to watch you fall apart.
“relax for me,” he whispers, kissing the inside of your knee before dragging his tongue slowly up your slit. you gasp, hands flying to his hair, and he groans at the contact, like he’s the one unraveling.
he licks you open, steady, deliberate, circling your clit until you’re trembling. “that’s it,” he murmurs against you. “so sweet. been dreaming about this.”
you can only moan his name, back arching as his fingers slide inside you, curling deep. his pace never rushes—every stroke, every flick of his tongue feels like he wants to stretch this moment forever.
when you finally cum, it’s overwhelming, slow-building and deep. he holds you through it, murmuring praise, kissing your thighs while your body shudders around his fingers.
he pulls back, face flushed, lips wet, and smiles at you like you’re the only thing that matters. “come here,” he says softly, crawling up to kiss you again.
the taste of yourself on his mouth makes you whimper. “need you,” you whisper.
he nods, brushing hair from your face. “yeah? been waiting too long for this.”
he slides inside carefully, groaning low as he buries himself in you. his forehead presses to yours, eyes squeezed shut. “fuck—you feel like everything i’ve ever wanted.”
you clutch at him, gasping as he starts to move—slow, deep thrusts that make your whole body sing. he kisses you between every moan, whispering how good you feel, how beautiful you are.
“look at me,” he urges, tilting your chin. you meet his gaze, and the intensity there makes your chest ache. “that’s it. want you to know how much i mean this.”
his pace stays steady, unhurried, dragging out every second. each roll of his hips pushes you higher, his hand slipping down to rub your clit gently, perfectly.
“bepsy, i—”
“i know, baby. let go for me.”
you cum again, clenching tight around him, and he groans, thrusts faltering. “fuck—you’re perfect. so perfect.”
he buries himself deep, spilling inside you with a shaky moan, kissing you through the rush.
after, he stays pressed against you, arms wrapped tight like he never wants to let go. he kisses your hair, your cheek, your lips, murmuring, “worth the wait. so worth it.”
—
the next morning, you shuffle into the kitchen, hair tangled, searching desperately for coffee. ron, lacy, jason, and silky are already gathered around the counter mid-argument.
“it wasn’t me,” ron blurts as soon as he sees you, holding his hands up. “don’t even start.”
lacy smirks into his cereal. “yeah right. you’re always the loudest.”
“not that loud,” silky says, grinning. “whoever it was last night—man, the walls were shaking.”
jason groans, rubbing his face. “thought somebody was dying in there. couldn’t sleep at all.”
your stomach drops.
ron points accusingly at jason. “had to be you. you’re the one who sneaks girls in.”
“not i don’t weirdo,” jason protests. “it wasn’t me or silky. so who the hell—”
the hallway door creaks open.
bepsy strolls out of your room, hair sticking up in every direction, stretching like he’s never slept better in his life.
the kitchen goes dead silent.
then ron breaks first, nearly spitting his drink. “no. way.”
silky points between you and bepsy, eyes wide. “oh my god.”
lacy just starts laughing, head in his hands. “unbelievable.”
jason groans louder. “knew it. i fucking knew it.”
you wish the ground would swallow you whole.
bepsy only scratches his neck, completely unbothered. “morning.”
the room explodes—ron wheezing, silky clapping like it’s a performance, lacy bent over laughing.
your face burns, but bepsy just grins, slipping an arm around your waist like he’s proud of it. “worth it,” he says again, and presses a kiss to the top of your head.
(NOT PROOFREAD!)
no school so heres this :D
