Beg (Byeongkwan
Title: Beg
Pairing: Byeongkwan x Reader
Genre: Spice
Word Count: 1.2K Words
Writer: Kpopmadness
“Come on,” my boyfriend whines to me for the hundredth time that night. “Don’t be like this.”
I ignore him and keep walking into our apartment and get rid of my shoes before walking to the bathroom to remove my makeup.
“Please, I said I was sorry.” Byeongkwan whines, following me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“I know you did.” I say simply, continuing with my night routine.
“You still won’t give in? I told you I was running late. I didn’t know I would be four hours late.”
I let out a heavy sigh remembering the nights events. Me and Byeongkwan had scheduled a fancy dinner to go to. He had been on tour for months now. I barely ever saw him or heard from him. Making our relationship difficult. I was at the restaurant early that night, all dressed up. I waited for four hours. The first hour wasn’t a big deal because I knew he usually was an hour late to things. But then the hours drug on making him late because of rehearsal for their comeback and the heavy traffic of Seol Korea.
By the time he had showed up at the restaurant our food had long since gone to waste and I was beyond mad. We didn’t stay, only payed the check and left.
I remove Byeongkwans hands from my waist and push him out the bathroom door before saying tiredly, “I’m going to take a bath.”
Byeongkwan opens his mouth to say something, but seems to think better of it and nods solemnly and walks away from the door back to our bedroom.
I let out a sigh and close the door before I start getting undressed and sit in the tub for the next hour. My mind spinning and my heart feeling heavy. I knew I should forgive him, because tonight wasn’t entirely his fault. But a large part of me just didn’t care to right now. Especially since we had planned this months in advance.
Once I get out and dress into more comfortable clothes, I walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water before going to bed.
“You still aren’t going to talk to me?” Byeongkwan’s voice says quietly from behind me.
I don’t answer as I proceed to fill the glass with water. I feel Byeongkwans hands slide around my waist again. My face flushes when I feel his skin against mine. I realize that he still has his white dress shirt and slacks on. But his tie is off and his white button down is unbuttoned half way, leaving his chest exposed. While I still can, I jerk away from him quickly. Feeling his heat leave my back.
“Now I can’t touch you?” He whines.
I still don’t answer him.
He lets out a sigh and I see him run his hand through his hair out of the corner of my eye.
“What do I have to do to make tonight up to you? Beg you?”
I consider this before setting the glass of water down and facing him. His dark hair is messy and his chest moving deeply with his breaths.
“Yes.” I say flatly, crossing my arms.
“What?” Byeongkwan says, an eyebrow raising.
“Beg me.” I dare. My eyes narrowing.
Byeongkwan lets out a laugh that borders on hysteria.
“Are you serious?” He takes a step toward me and holds out his hands.
I press my back against the counter harder and hold my arms away from his grasp.
“No. I won’t touch you, unless you beg me.” I say flatly. My eyes kept contact with him the entire time.
“How… How do you want me to beg you?” He stutters. Looking unsure.
“On your knees would be a good start.”
Byeongkwan lets out another laugh that’s mixed with humor about his current situation and annoyance. But he rolls his shoulders back and down and goes to his knees gently before meeting my eyes and saying softly;
“Please… I am so, so sorry about tonight. Please, let me make this up to you.”
“So what are you going to do about it?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even.
Byeongkwan stares up at me for a moment before getting up off his knees, both his hands on the counter either side of me, his white shirt coming open more. Making me gulp nervously.
Byeongkwan leans in close enough for me to feel his breath tickle my ear. I still hold my ground despite my heartbeat picking up and racing in my chest. Byeongkwan runs his nose up my neck to my ear, just barely touching my skin. Giving me goosebumps.
But I quickly shove away from him. I start to make my way to our living room, my face burning red.
Then I feel Byeongkwan’s hand grab my wrist and pull me backward until my back is flush against the wall and his hands are on either side of me. Pinning me there.
“Don’t just walk away from me.” He growls lowly. His face inches from mine.
“I can do what I want.” I say defiantly. But I secretly hate how weak my voice sounds.
“And I could easily do a lot of things to you to make up for tonight.” He whispers darkly.
Which makes me let out a small gasp.
“I didn’t make it for our date tonight. And that’s my own fault.” He says, his nose running back down my neck.
“That being said, I surrender. I am yours to control tonight.”
My heart almost stops and I hear myself let out a gasp and rest my hand against his bare chest for support. His eyes meet mine, his nose barely touching mine. A smirk on his lips.
I feel myself cave completely as I rest both my hands on his chest and his fingers run through my hair slowly before he locks his lips with mine.
His hands slide down find my thighs as he brings me up and walks us to the couch, laying me down gently but never once letting his lips leave mine.
I wrap my legs around his waist pulling him closer to me but at the same time taking a fistful of his hair and pulling it slightly until his head goes back, making him let out a soft cry.
“I thought you said I was in control.” I whisper horsely, running my tongue along his lips making his groan out before pushing him off me slightly and adjusting our bodies until he was beneath me and I straddled his waist.
I slide my hands down his chest until I feel the final buttons on his shirt and quickly unbutton them and work the material off his shoulders until it fits the floor.
Byeongkwan wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me greedily, his hands sliding up my shirt and tracing my shoulder blades. But I’m the one who bits his lower lip until it’s swollen and his breath is uneven. I’m the one who finds my way down his neck, letting my tongue trail across his collarbone, making him bite my shoulder in response before letting his tongue rest there to soothe the pain.
I pull away slightly before whispering, “Have you had enough?”
Byeongkwan smirks and lifts me off the couch to carry us to our bedroom before saying, “No. I still haven’t learned my lesson.”
