subspace.
s: you're locking yourself to the bathroom after an overwhelming, rough sex with beomgyu.
w: mean/soft dom!beomgyu, sub!fem!reader, rough sex, choking, squirting, (reader hitting beomgyu while they're fucking), subspace, overstimulation, aftercare, slight pussy eating(or caring), thigh riding, dirty talk.
You know your eyes won't listen to you and create those little beads of salt when Beomgyu holds you in your place with his hand around your throat, and slams into you mercilessly. It makes your toes curl and your stomach burn, making you want to both escape and pull him in closer at the same time.
Especially in that moment, where he doesn't even talk anymore and just fucks you roughly. He doesn't let you talk, either. Or just doesn't hear you and keeps slapping your skins together. You’re just hearing his breaths, sharp through his nose, and it’s like if you lift your head and open your mouth for him, he would spit on your tongue instead of a soothing kiss.
But you know he’s still here, so, “Don't stop…” you barely whisper, your voice is something weak flowing through the air between your faces.
But he hears it.
He hears it, and stops.
Your body trembles from head to toe at the sudden cut in pleasure. The strange feeling washes down your body and tingles every inch of your skin — a sudden coldness as your walls pulse around him and your eyes widen in shock. “Why…”
It's overwhelming. The sudden silence. The sudden stop. Everything.
“Beomgyu…” you breathe, your eyes locked with his in confusion.
“Shh,” Beomgyu pushes his hips deeper like he's not balls deep in you already, “You were almost coming?” he whispers, looking at your sparkling eyes. They’re bloating after the question. Was I almost coming? You frown, your lips part slowly, your whole body trembles again. “Keep moving…” you say, grabbing his shoulders.
Beomgyu puts a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “No,” he whispers, “Count with me.”
Tears slowly welling up in your eyes at the moment you heard the no. You squeeze his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin, and close your eyes, trying not to cry. “Beomgyu, move…”
Beomgyu looks at your face for a second, taking the disheveled sight in, feeling your pussy still clenching around him… Both of your crotches are aching for the release. But he doesn't move. Still, he doesn't. “Look at me,” he says, one hand coming up to cup your face.
You slap his hand away, “Beomgyu…” pleading with his name, you can’t hide how much he upsets you right now with the glistening tears running down your temples.
But he doesn't flinch, not even a blink. He looks focused and serious, it's almost scary. And annoying. It slowly makes you lose that warm feeling… It’s unbearable to feel everything again.
“Now-”
You cut his word with a slap. A weak one, since your limbs are still useless. So you slap him again while his face is still turned to the side, trying to make it tougher. And it works, pinking his cheek slowly, spreading a warm mark there. But he doesn't say anything, doesn't even look pissed off. And it pisses you off. “Beomgyu,” you call his name, start to hit him thoughtlessly; his jaw, his chest, his shoulders… “Shh,” And he doesn't grab your wrists or stop you, he just pulls his face back and holds your waist.
You let out a weak sob while he turns you on your stomach gently. The emptiness melts your brain. Your face falls on the sheets, your hands squeezing the fabric, almost tearing it apart. “Beom…” you try, but his name turns into a breath slipping away on your tongue.
Beomgyu slowly lifts your face from the sheets and cradles it in his arm, tilting your chin up to rest on his elbow. You swallow and immediately hug his arm with your hands, tears falling onto his skin now. He puts his dick inside you, pushing his hips deep. Your eyes falling close again, your mouth opening with a shaky breath. He's inside you again. You're feeling it again.
“I know you can do it,” he whispers, his lips touching your temple, “With me,” he says, “Ten…nine…”
“Eight…” you join, whispering.
He nods, kissing your temple briefly. “Seven… Six… Five,” you're counting together and he stops in five, lets you finish it.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One… A warm sensation spreads all along your body when it ends, your nipples itching against the sheets and your walls squeezing around him weakly.
“Good girl.” he whispers into your hair, tightening his grip around your throat. “My good girl,”
He pulls back until the tip caresses your entrance softly, and pushes forward hard, making you gasp and squirt a little. You swallow and lick your lips, frowning in pleasure. It's filling your stomach again, it's still there, burning.
He starts to fuck you slow and rough; makes sure his length touching every spot of your walls, pressing his tip in from the angle that you like most. And you're dripping on his dick and sheets with every thrust, every pull and push of his hips it’s almost embarrassing.
He squeezes your throat more, tightening his arm around your neck, enough for your face to go slightly red. He grabs your hip with his other hand, and thrusts into you roughly, his dick kisses your cervix. “F-fuck…” you gasp, still there's no words, only air. Your hips poking up a little, but he slams into you so fast that you can't move enough. You're just shaking under him, clenching around him tighter and tighter, so intense that it makes him hiss… Your vision is blurring again, it's like the bed is sliding away under you and you’re spinning through space. Falling down or rising up.
You cry, letting out a proper sound finally, squirting all over his dick. He's grasping your hip tighter, and fucks into you through your orgasm, keeping your mouth open and taking every sweet sound you let out. It feels so long, it feels like you're almost passing out. It's awesome and it's horrible.
It's too much.
You don't hear what Beomgyu says after. You don't listen. You just lay there and fill your lungs with enough air. You're waiting patiently until the dizziness in your head is gone. But it's not going anywhere, it just quiets so heavily.
But that's enough, too.
You get out of bed and walk quickly towards the bathroom, limping slightly, before Beomgyu sits up in bed to look at you.
And you lock the door before you hear his footsteps.
Bathroom light doesn't help your vision, you're squinting and frowning while taking your steps toward the sink. But your skin feels sensitive, and you don't want to feel something on it for at least a couple minutes. Even the water. Even the air.
So you're grabbing the comb, don't know what you're doing and trying not to look at the mirror.
The mess.
“Y/n,”
When Beomgyu's voice fills your ears, you turn and look at the door like it's not locked and he can come in.
“Are you okay?” He asks, knocks on the wood softly, and you think about his question for a second, your heart still beating on your chest. You know you don't want to worry him, but you're just stepping towards the counter, staying quiet, locking your eyes somewhere dark. “Can I come in?” he asks, his hand making a soft thud on the wooden door. He's not knocking anymore, just leaning on it. “Let me in, please. I'm sorry. Let me apologise to you properly.” He speaks carefully and gently.
And you close your eyes, squeezing the comb. You love him being gentle with you like that but you're feeling bad for worrying him, because there's nothing to apologize for. The sex was good, he didn't hurt you. You even have a safe word, if something was wrong you would tell him… You're just feeling a lot, falling into the enormous void in your head. “I feel…” you begin, but so many feelings fall down on your head, you can't feel the blank.
“I know,” says Beomgyu. He knows. “I'm sorry. Let me make amends. Let me in and hold you?” His voice grows gentler and hoarser as he leans on the doorframe. “Or you can hit me if you want. As much as you like.”
After this, you lift your head to the door, realising that you hit him earlier. He says you can do it again if you want, which just puts a weak smile on your lips. A weak smile, born of guilt and all the love you have for him.
You sigh, looking down at your trembling legs for a moment.
“Love?” Beomgyu calls again from the other side of the door. “Are you sure you want to be alone?” he asks, and you shake your head no as if he can see it.
“I'm not allowed to kiss wherever it hurts?” he adds, voice quieter.
And a warm feeling spreads all over your body with the image of it: him taking care of you, holding and kissing you slowly, gently. It looks okay now. Good.
“You did so well for me,” he says, “Let me take care of you.”
You take a breath and feel it stutter through your chest. You relax your grip on the comb, but it has already left little red marks on your palm. You slowly withdraw from the counter and walk carefully, your hand brushing against the wall. You unlock the door with a soft click, go back to the counter and lean against it.
Beomgyu pushes the door open slowly, eyes scanning over your face in the bright bathroom light, making you feel naked for a moment. Just for a moment, then he steps in and changes the lights. The new, dim orange washes over the bathroom, soothes your eyes and head immediately, making you feel safe.
He approaches you slowly and respectfully, stopping two steps ahead of you. “Can I touch you?” he asks quietly.
You nod and swallow, pressing your lips together. Beomgyu walks those two steps, closing the distance, still being slow as if making sure if you change your mind.
But you don't. You're just leaning your hips against the counter more, and waiting for him. First, Beomgyu gently drops your hair onto your back. Then he leans in, kisses the soft spot under your ear and your neck, moving down until his lips touch your shoulder. This makes you sigh softly and lean into him. His warm skin touches yours as you connect with him again.
He takes the comb from your hand, kisses your forehead, and gently starts to comb your hair. You lean your face against his chest and close your eyes, letting him do it. His scent fills your lungs and soothes your soul.
You're staying like that, almost sleeping there, don't know about the passing minutes.
The thud comb made when Beomgyu puts it on the counter opens your eyes slowly.
“Look at me.” he whispers, touching your face now. Caressing your skin, he tilts your chin slightly, aligning your faces.
“Kiss me.” you whisper back, still not opening your eyes, hands squeezing the counter.
He doesn't speak, caressing your face for a little more. You feel his warm breath on your lips, your bodies slowly leaning against each other. His hand sliding on your skin to grab the back of your head, and he captures your lips in a slow kiss. Slow and warm. Safe.
His lips slide onto yours and cup your lower lip, while you suck his upper lip softly before separating with a little wet sound, just to press together again and keep the sweet kiss alive.
Your hands find his shoulders, caressing the way toward his neck, then his face while his hands hold your waist, your tongues stroking each other softly.
He lifts you up and sits you on the counter slightly, holding under your thighs. “Let me see it.” he whispers into your mouth, his voice still carrying the concern. “Does it hurt?” he asks, caressing your thigh while looking down at it.
You shake your head no, but he already gets on his knees slowly. Your chest tightens while you watch him grabbing your thighs gently. He's still looking at your eyes to see if you're comfortable while spreading your legs.
A quiet, wet sound comes out between them.
Your eyes fall close when his gaze drops on your pussy, and you feel a kiss on your knee.
It's all you need.
“Keep kissing me…” you whisper, grabbing the counter again.
Beomgyu presses his lips against the soft skin of your inner thighs and slides them over you, soothing you. He gives both thighs the same attention, kissing them gently and open-mouthed.
“Like that?” he asks, sucking a spot softly.
You still don’t open your eyes when he lifts his head to look at you, you’re just nodding for him to continue, spreading a little more.
And he gets closer, taking your legs on his shoulders, his thumbs caressing your skin. He leans in and puts a kiss on your puffy clit, then your entrance. So soft and innocent that you bite the tip of your tongue to avoid a sound. He’s kissing your swollen flesh, cleaning you up by catching the drops of your warm liquid with his lips, and licking between your folds, keeps his tongue gentle.
“Better?” he whispers.
You inhale, breath stutters on your chest. You hum this time, touching his head when he leans his cheek against your inner thigh. Your eyes meet there; yours are half-lidded and his are full of stars.
“We have a safe word.” He speaks quietly, still gentle but underlying a question, too, this time.
And you shake your head immediately, “There was no need…”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you nod, your fingers moving on his hair briefly. “I like the feeling. It’s just- sometimes it can be…overwhelming.” you explain, speaking quietly. You're both so quiet, as if you have a baby you don't want to wake up in the next room.
Beomgyu nods, kisses your thigh one last time before getting up from the floor. He settles between your legs and holds you again, arms wrapping around you. “Can I carry you in our bed again?” he asks, putting a kiss on your head.
“Let's stay like this a little more?” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Beomgyu hums and kisses your head again, grabbing your hips to lean your body on his completely but you shift and push yourself on his right leg.
“You want it there?” he asks, slightly breaking his knee for you and you pull it between your legs, nodding. “Okay,” he whispers, resting his chin on your head.
You're staying like that for a while under the dim light; you're holding on to him and Beomgyu caressing your back.
Your breathing is soft together, syncing.
You're squeezing his upper legs between your thighs, lifting your head from his chest and leaning your cheeks together. His fingertips follow down your spine, and stop on the small of your back; making you arch slightly, pushing yourself on his thigh more. And his hands slide down a little more, touching your hips again.
You're looking at each other like doing some kind of telepathy, slowly turning your faces, making your noses brush. He lifts his leg, pressing it between your legs slightly, eyes scanning over your face, searching. And you sigh against his lips, holding the nape of his neck.
He leans in, kisses your mouth, slow and messy, nipping on your lower lip and pulls back. He's looking down at your eyes, carrying bits of lights in there. And your hand tangles in his hair, you're capturing his lips again eagerly, making his hands grab your hips properly.
You're grounding yourself down on his thigh, fidgeting to press your clit on it. “Fuck,” Beomgyu hisses, starts to guide your hips while leaning again to tangle your tongues together. “Mmm…” your eyebrows knit in pleasure, hands pull on his hair, hips grinding against him eagerly.
“Yes,” Beomgyu bites the tip of your tongue, making you shiver. Palming and squeezing your hips more tightly, he looks down at your pussy. It’s sliding and rubbing on him, all wet and messy… “Shit… That's my good girl.” he whispers, lips trailing down on your chin and throat. “Go for more, take it, baby.” he encourages, whispering against your skin, before he starts to suck a pink, little mark on there.
“Gyu,” you gasp, hips grinding faster, toes curling with the delicious friction. Beomgyu pulls his mouth from your neck with a soft ‘pop', he bows his head down again to look at your hips. Lifting the shirt up, he stares at your pussy shamelessly, frowning and open-mouthed, cursing under his breath.
Your stomach is burning under his gaze, you know it won't last long.
“I like it,” Beomgyu leans in, whispering to your ear, pressing your hips down and making your head dizzy. The friction grows slow and rough for a second. “I like the feeling of your warm pussy on my skin,”
“B-Beomgyu…” you groan, his dirty mouth makes you drip easily. But he doesn't stop, “Your warm, little pussy.” whispering quieter, he brings one hand on your pussy, touching the wetness while you're still grinding.
“Ah…”
“Just like that,” he encourages again, the tip of his middle finger presses on your clit, making your body jump, and starts to draw quick circles on it, rubbing the wetness.
“Oh, Beomgyu…” Your breath catches, your hips rolling toward his hand and thigh faster and faster until a broken scream leaves your mouth.
You're squirting again, riding your orgasm on him until your body leaves boneless in seconds. Drops falling down like pearls, you're hearing your heartbeat, it punches your ears inside.
“I love you,” Beomgyu’s arms tighten around your body, kissing your temple.
“I love you," you say, breathlessly. Trembling between his arms, you hug his neck so tightly with the aftershocks, almost choking him a little. “I'm sorry for hitting you earlier.”
Beomgyu smiles, breathing you in. “That's okay.” he whispers. “No apologies.”
And you’re giving yourself to the safety he creates, allowing him to hold you while your mind goes blank, your body feels weightless, empty again. You let him clean you up, wash your hair, dress you in soft clothes, lay you down carefully on your bed and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.
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