OMGGG!! We need virgin beomseok 🙂↕️🙂↕️ lowkey instead of him being obsessed with suho I need him obsessed with US instead! 👅 I’d give him all the attention 🧘🏾♀️ -🧁
(also so random but FUCK his dad omgg. He can DIE)
THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY O.B
synopsis; you and beomseok do it at a party
warnings; somewhat public fucking, overstimulation, exploration of choking?? (lit one mention), mention of alcohol, virgin!beomseok, unprotected sex (wrap ts before you fuck a pretty boy)
notes; really airing myself and my kinks out with this one smh "FREAK" you all yell in unison as you point at me, throwing stones and tomatoes💔💔 #freakmcnasty bro I cannot believe it took me a month to write this..I lowkey want my chance with reader next move beomseok🤨
This party is intense.
It's Beomseok's first time at a house party and he was anxious to say the least.
"I'm telling you Beomie, we can leave whenever you want. You sure?" I search his eyes, taking hold of his shaking hands. He cast his gaze to the ground for a second as I gently squeeze his hands, before looking back at me. He softly shakes his head, "I'm okay." I smile, nodding in understanding.
"We'll leave in like—thirty minutes. Wanna find a room to chill in?" He looks away for a second, thinking. He nods and I tighten my grip on his hand.
I weave through the crowd of dancing bodies, clutching his hand tightly so I don’t lose him. The music is piercing as I head past a speaker, the bass booming and the music flooding my brain. I throw a hand over my ears, looking back to see how Beomseok was fairing.
He winces as we pass by the speaker and I try to yell over the music. "Cover your ears." I motion to my ears with my free hand and he covers the one closest to the speaker as I continue pulling him along.
Fuck, it's suffocating like a maze in here.
Whose house even is this?
I can barley think with the music blasting, making every other noise impossibly quiet.
I lead him to a staircase where people are sitting on every other stair, making out and practically fucking. I pull him along and up the stairs, yelling apologies over the music.
I make it upstairs with Beomseok while attempting to shove past the people crowding the halls. The stench of alcohol hangs thick in the air, making my nose scrunch. I head right to the first door I see, which is at the end of the crowded hall. I push past people, pulling Beomseok into the unlocked room and shutting the door.
From what I can see in the lowlight of the moon, there's a large bed with a canopy in the center of the room, inviting me over. The music is almost muffled in this room, and I sigh in relief, thankful to not have to yell anymore.
I let go of his hand, flopping onto the bed. "I'm so damn tired."
It's quiet for a moment save for the muffled music downstairs and I realize Beomseok is still standing by the door as I sit up, propping my elbows on the bed. I look him up and down, drinking up his flushed state.
He’s wearing a buttoned-up cardigan, soft and slightly oversized, with dark dress pants that hang just loose enough to bunch around his ankles. His black suede shoes are perfectly lined up, his hands clasped behind him like a nervous schoolboy.
His head is bowed, hair falling into his face, the faintest flush creeping up his neck and I can just barely see the smooth skin of his chest through the V of the cardigan.
Looks like he's not wearing anything underneath.
He looks so cute like this.
"Come here baby, no need to be nervous." I pat the spot on the bed next to me and he looks up, pushing his glasses onto his face. He saunters over with no hesitation. He perches on the far edge of the bed, his gaze drifting everywhere but in my direction.
"Why sit so far?" I fully sit up now, getting off the bed. I plop myself next to him, scooting myself impossibly close to him. His thigh touches mine. So does his arm. He gulps, Adams apple bobbing with the movement.
"I don't bite," I scoot that much closer, bringing my voice to barley above a whisper.
"Unless you like that."
I can see how the words effected him as soon as he shivers, scanning the room and avoiding my eyes like I'd turn him to stone.
"I do—I mean I, I just haven't you know—" He stumbles over his words, and I nod, placing a comforting hand over his.
"I know, do you want to try?" He looks at me then, his eyes growing wide.
"Yeah—I'd like that." He grabs my hand then, rubbing a comforting hand over my own. It's something he does to calm himself I've noticed. I feel a smile tug at the corners of my lips. "We can start off slow if you'd like." He nods, a soft smile growing on his face.
"It's okay to be nervous baby, if at any point you wanna stop or slow down promise to let me know?" I bring a hand up to his face, gently turning him to face me. He looks at me with hooded eyes, gentle tufts of breath hitting my face.
"I promise." He blinks. He takes these things so seriously and it really warms my heart.
He looks sort of dazed and a couple beats of silence pass as I drink him in.
"You're so beautiful." He sighs, gaze lingering on my lips. I softly laugh. The air suddenly feels heavier with something else now as we both go quiet. I lean in closer and his breath hitches, eyes fluttering shut. I brush a piece of hair from his eyes, placing a soft peck to his lips.
His breath fans against my lips, hot and shakily like he can't bare to look at what's coming next.
I smile, thinking about just how long it took to get him to this point. When we first started dating he was so shy, hesitant to kiss or even hold hands. He's grown so much since we first met.
I press my lips to his and his hands crawl up my body, coming to play at the straps of my top, just thumbing with the fabric there. I cup his jaw, bringing him in all the closer as his lips part slightly.
I slip my tongue into his awaiting mouth. He tastes slightly of mint and a hint of alcohol. He grabs onto the strap of my shirt then, grabbing the fabric tightly.
Several moments pass and he whimpers into the kiss, pulling away to catch his breath. His chest rises and falls deeply as I snake a hand up his sweater from the bottom, feeling the smooth skin of his chest as his heart thumps under my fingertips.
I follow the red flush of his chest through his dress shirt up to his neck where I caress the soft skin there.
What a smooth canvas to paint with bruises.
"Your hearts racing baby, do you wanna take a break or stop?" He takes a deep breath in before replying, "No, let's keep going—fuck, you're so hot." he breathes, going in for another kiss. I lean forward, slightly parting my lips. I bring my hand down from his neck to thumb at his nipple and his body jolts as he moans quietly into my mouth. I pull away, hand resting on his stomach.
"Was that okay?" I breathe, gazing at him with lidded eyes. I can feel my own heart thumping in my rib cage as I look at him.
God—he's so fucking cute.
He bites his lip, silent for a second. "I—I liked it." He looks at me with wide eyes.
"I actually can't take It you are so fucking cute Beomie," I smile, swiping a thumb over his cheek lovingly. His face is smooth save for the occasional pimple, which is understandable. He leans into the touch, and my thumb dips into his parted mouth where he takes a hesitant lick, looking into my eyes.
"For fucks sake Beomie, you're really gonna make me fuck you right here." He laughs and I feel myself smile with him, laughter overtaking me also.
"But seriously—" I pull away, hands resting at the bottom of his shirt. "Let's take this off." He nods, and I pull the fabric over his head, him pulling his arms out helpful.
His chest is flushed red, beauty marks scattered across the skin. I must've been staring for a while because he broke the silence. "Do you think I look good?" he looks away shyly, like he would curl into a ball if I said anything but yes.
"Fuck yeah, you look more than good." I smile, looking at his slightly toned chest. I look into his eyes once more, "I wanna devour you."
He shudders at the words and I stand as I shimmy my pants and panties off of me and onto the floor. "Your turn." He bites his lip, eyes scanning my body and stopping when he gets to my tits. He stands suddenly, unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants off, they hit the floor noiselessly and he immediately puts his hand over his dick, the flush seemingly spreading everywhere.
It's silent save for the soft breathing of us both.
"Can I—" he pauses, lip pouting and eyebrows furrowing like he doesn't know how to phrase the sentence right. "Can I eat you out?" He says like a question, and could swear I almost came right then and there.
I bite my lip with a nod as I saunter over to him. I push his chest softly, making him hit the bed with a quiet thump. I climb on top of him, stopping when I reach his neck.
I leave a soft kiss on the reddening canvas that is his throat and his back arches slightly. I put my hand on his chest, lightly pushing him back onto the bed. "Are we okay to continue?" I peck his lips, our faces so close I can see the depth of his eye bags and the dilation of his pupils.
"Yes, more than okay, fuck—I love you." he says, pulling me into a kiss as he places his hands on the back of my head, pulling me all the closer. I smile into the kiss, pulling away and sitting up. I slide myself down his body till I'm pressed against his leaking and hard cock. "mmph—please," he moans, hands resting against the silk sheets.
"Whatever you want Seokie," I whisper, lifting myself up and reaching behind me to grab his cock and guide it into me. I hum to myself as I slowly lower myself until I'm flush with his pubic bone.
I moan lowly at the stretch as Beomseok hums, eyes fluttering shut.
I catch my bottom lip between my top teeth as I begin to move, hands glued to his chest and I slowly grind against him. "Fuck," he moans, hands clenching and unclenching the sheets.
I grab his sweaty, slender hands and place them onto my waist as I lower myself onto his chest, lips flush with his perky nipples. I circle the skin there, leaving open mouthed kisses on his flushed skin.
His head lols to the right limply like his bones were made of jelly. I began to suck on his chest, leaving behind dark purple marks as his back arched into me, drawn tightly like a bow and arrow.
He whimpers as I suck dark marks into his skin and I know full and well he's gonna feel these tomorrow.
Is it already tomorrow? Shit, what time is it?
I feel like I'm getting lost in the feeling of him, him stretching my walls so perfectly and the quiet and drawn out moans of my name into the air.
He sounds heavenly like this and my chest warms at the thought. He whines my name, moaning when I clench around him. My hands fly to his neck, bringing him all the closer as I begin to whisper.
"You're doing so well baby," I kiss his bruised chest once again as I bring a hand up to his hair. He moans as I tug slightly, back falling onto the bed.
I begin riding him seriously now, the sudden change in pace making him grip my waist harshly and I groan at the thought of the bruises I'll be dealing with tomorrow. I can feel myself getting closer as I pant, fully intending on milking him of everything he had and more.
"Shit—m' gonna come," he groans, panting as he opens his eyes.
Our eyes meet as I grind harshly onto him, his hips bucking into me sporadically. "Fuck Beomseok—" I clench around him once more as the knot in my stomach snaps. "Come with me, now." The hand in his hair comes down to the flushed skin of his neck, tightening slightly.
His brown eyes roll back into his skull as he moans louder than he has all night and I feel the warmth pumping into me as he jolts and shudders, hips stuttering as he empties himself into me.
His back hits the bed with a thump and he lays still, shuddering occasionally through the aftershocks as he pants.
His eyes flutter shut and he looks almost sleepy as he looks up at me with dazed eyes.
"Was that good?" I pant, sitting up and resting my hand against his chest.
He throws a hand over his eyes and I can see the slow smile spreading across his face.
"It was more than good, I've never—"
At that very moment, the door flies open over the noise of panting. Suho is standing there, mid sentence before he stops. "Have you guys seen—" His eyes widen, jaw going slack as he takes in the scene before him.
"Holy shit—"
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