✾ stay alive // c.yj - @fairybinie - (yeonjun and gn!reader are targets for their powers and they’re running out of solutions. all yeonjun wants is for y/n to stay alive, yet everything always comes with a price and secrets always come out. )
✾ BUSTED! - @pr0dbeomgyu (bumping into her shitty ex out of nowhere while hanging out with her friends, y/n was determined to show that she was way better off without him. desperate enough, she paid choi yeonjun, a cheapskate stranger she met 5 seconds ago, to act as her rich, classy boyfriend. y/n thought it was fine to change some things about her life to yeonjun (read: everything), cause heck, they don’t even know each other! but why is it that after the incident, yeonjun kept on appearing in her life, finding out the truth about her one by one, in the worst possible way?)
✾ [ ᴄ.ʏᴊ ] | 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗼𝘂𝘀 - @gyuslvrr (yeonjun wants you, but all you can see is how tired he is)
✾ [12:17AM] - @iknowyuu (drunk!reader tries to chase away the man following them, not realizing it’s their boyfriend.)
✾ ❝ JACK FROST NIPPING AT YOUR NOSE ❞ boyfriend!choi yeonjun. - @theynchapter
✾ cliché - @heart2beom (after yeonjun hears you referring to him as someone who's like a brother ...he tries his hardest to make you see him as a potential boyfriend.)
✾ — GOODBYE KISSES - @wooyukh
✾ — dinner plans 𖤐 choi yeonjun - @dearlyjun (you and yeonjun’s dinner plans quickly change into something else.)
✾ storage room smooch - @soobszzn (you want to show your super sporty and athletic boyfriend yeonjun just how supportive you can be.)
✾ a bouquet of flower - choi yeonjun - @p0ckykiss (yeonjun always keeps one flower to himself from your bouquet and you can't figure out why.)
✾ — my girl (c.yj) ♡ - @taegimood
✾ TAKE ME ON A DATE — CHOI YEONJUN - @yuoniz (you realise your best friend's feelings for you when you try to play matchmaker)
✾ 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ♡ choi yeonjun. - @yeonboy (If you had known that a fun night out eating junk food with your best friend that you have always harbored a crush on would turn this sour because he misunderstood your words, you would have kept your mouth shut. Now Yeonjun has gone radio silent on you and if you want to salvage your friendship, you will have to get over your feelings first because he will never forgive you if he finds out. Right?)
✾ just the tip - @seoulzie (yeonjun cant hold himself back & begs reader for "just the tip")
pairing: choi beomgyu x reader
genre: brothers bsf!beomgyu, childhood friends to lovers, romance, fluff, right person wrong time
warnings: profanity, kissing, jungwon is yn's brother, smoking weed, drinking alcohol, yn is a bit self destructive, mentions of depression and declining mental health, mentions of underaged smoking and drinking, mentions of using a fake id, some self deprecating jokes, friendly banter and teasing, mentions of losing virginity and a blowjob but not very explicit, kissing and suggestive jokes, 18+ not proofread lol
synopsis: joining your brother and his friends on a summer weekend trip after your breakup wasn't on your list of things to do as you try to get over your ex. another thing you didn't have on your list was reuniting with your brother's best friend who has just returned from studying abroad for the last 5 years.
wc: 7713
there weren’t a lot of consistent things in your life.
your parents were divorced so it was a new bed you were sleeping on every weekend. you had mood swings that you couldn’t even begin to describe, and days melted into night as quickly as you’d blink.
similarly, you weren’t very consistent either.
it felt like time was moving without you and no matter how hard you tried to catch up, the goal post was constantly moving, so when your boyfriend of 3 years, the one consistent thing in your life you had ever known, broke up with you because he felt like you were dragging him down; the lack of consistency in your life transitioned into being the only consistent thing.
the fact that things were so unpredictable, so everchanging, and so inconsistent, made them consistent.
“yo, you coming? bin’s here with the rest of the guys.” your brother called, leaning on your doorframe as you laid on your bed, headphones snug over your ears as you listened to the playlist your boyfriend– ex, had made you.
you catch a glimpse of jungwon from the corner of your eye, “what?’ you ask, slipping one side off.
“the guys are here, come on.” he says.
jungwon was your little brother but with the way he was so wise and mature, you’d think you were the younger one. when he heard of the breakup, he kind of saw it coming, he had never really liked your boyfriend. why? no specific, jungwon would said, “just bad vibes, man.” and at first you’d just laugh it off but eventually his words rang true.
he was bad vibes, indeed.
the break was fast and only hurt for a short amount of time. like a bandaid being ripped off as you hyped yourself up for the moment and when it’s done, all that is left is a slight sore feeling that lingers, most of the time a scar from the wound.
your brother had invited you to a little summer weekend trip to help you get over your ex. in all honesty, you were kind of looking forward to being home alone while your brother was gone but he wasn’t going to leave you alone in the state you were in. it wasn’t in your plans to even go out any time soon, hell, the breakup was only a week ago and you were planning to become a recluse until god knows when– maybe when summer turns into fall, but jungwon wasn’t having that.
so that’s how you found yourself slinging a weekend bag over your shoulders, just some beach clothes and random items to keep yourself occupied so you wouldn’t really have to socialize with your brother’s friends. they weren’t bad but they were boys and you didn’t really wanna be surrounded by so many men but jungwon promised you that it’s “super chill. just treat the guys like they're girls, they treat you like a sister too.” he said with a cheesy smile that you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at and smile back.
when the two of you walked through the door and into the summer air, you’re met with a warm but comforting breeze– it hugged you in ways that provided comfort when comfort became unfamiliar. you stopped to take a breath in, steadying and ground yourself, as you waited for jungwon to finish locking the doors.
“come on, lets go!” he says cheerfully, patting you on the back and dragging you towards the baby blue van that soobin was driving. jungwon and his friend’s called it the cloud machine for a few reasons, one being because it was blue like the sky and two because when they all turned 21, it became their go to place to smoke and hotbox.
you wave to everyone as the car door slides open, soobin in the driver’s seat with heeseung sitting shotgun, the two of them arguing about what song to play next and that heeseung needs to focus on the GPS instead of the AUX.
taehyun and sunoo were in the back, an empty seat in the middle of them that your brother jumped into.
and in the two seats that occupy the center of the van, on the seat furthest from you, sat someone you had never thought you’d ever see again.
beomgyu.
your brother’s best friend that moved away all those years ago. the same boy who used to tease you for wearing glasses or the fact that even though you were older than jungwon, you’d still ask him to watch scary movies with you. beomgyu the boy who you smoked with for the very first time at the age of 16 years old, introduced you to all time low, and had a messy mop of hair that usually covered his eyes.
that very same boy was now sitting in front of you, smiling at you like no time has passed, only it did. so much has happened in the 5 years beomgyu was overseas and you truly didn’t think you’d ever see him again. you knew that your brother and the rest of their friends still kept in contact with him, they’d play games late at night on their computers but you didn’t know he was going to be back– let alone be on the trip.
“hey you.” beomgyu says, a smile on his face, a shade of pink lightly dancing on his cheeks as he extends his hand to you, offering to help you into the van– but you don’t take it. you decide to grab onto the handle by the seat in front of yours to help you into the van, lugging your bag with you and dropping it into the space between your seat and his.
“hey..” you swallowed, doing your best to avoid eye contact.
“alright! everyone buckle up! road trip rules, we’re going to stop by the store first to grab snacks, better make sure to use the bathroom there because we are not stopping.
taehyun–” soobin says, looking at his friend through the rearview mirror, to which taehyun’s eyes widen.
“do not, and i repeat, do not! throw up in my car this time. or else i’m leaving you on the side of the road.” he warns and taehyun rolls his eyes. “dude! it was one time, let it go..” taehyun argues but this just irks soobin even more.
“one time my ass! you’ve thrown up in my car at least 3 times now– four! actually! the time we went to the club last semester.” soobin adds.
“you guys took this car to the club?” you ask teasingly, everyone sheepishly looks away and you find yourself laughing at the idea of your brother and his friends pulling up to the club in a baby blue van.
“yeah, it was hilarious. taehyun had to stick his head out the window and sunoo was comforting him while soobin yelled about the vomit” beomgyu says, slightly leaning in to provide the explanation. you look at him a bit weirdly, considering he knew the story but you were so sure he was overseas when it happened.
“you were there..?”
beomgyu shakes his head, “no. he was on discord with us the whole ride home.” jungwon says from the back after tapping your shoulder. “buckle up, yn.” he adds and you realize you hadn’t fastened your seatbelt yet.
you struggle to get the buckle into the hole due to the state of soobin’s van. it was old, not too old that it was a safety hazard to drive around, but old enough that things like the seatbelts being difficult and the window only rolling down 4 inches could classify it as somewhat of a relic. it gave it charm though, soobin always referred to the van as his baby, it was always your brother and his friends plus the cloud machine.
they were kind of like scooby doo and the rest of the crew in some ways.
beomgyu notices you struggling to buckle your seatbelt so he decides to help, his hands, soft as ever, gently brushing over yours as he takes the buckle from your grasp, pulling it gently and locking it in with a click. when you look up at beomgyu, his gaze is already fixed onto yours.
“um.. thanks.” you muttered, quickly turning away to slip your headphones on so you could just ignore him the whole drive there. you glue your eyes onto the seat in front of you, finding interest in the different patterns woven into the seat as heeseung’s hands drummed onto them, all the while, beomgyu’s eyes don’t move from their position on your face.
watching you and taking in all of your features.
it’s been 5 years since you’ve last seen each other and you were more beautiful than he could remember. the pictures you posted on your instagram didn’t fully capture your beauty. in all honesty, beomgyu was pretty shocked when jungwon mentioned you tagging along. he was nervous to see you again after how you two left things but he knew that if he was going to pick up where things left off, he couldn’t be a coward.
beomgyu smiles at you, lips fixed into a pout as you scrolled on your phone to look for a song to listen to– and just like how you didn’t notice beomgyu’s gaze and warm smile, he didn’t notice the narrowed expression of your brother as he observed the energy between his best friend and older sister.
۰ ۫
at hour two of the road trip, you’re awoken by jungwon frantically shaking you, followed by the screams of his friends. “yn!! wake up! we’re about to crash!” he says and his words don’t even process in your brain because you’re more upset that he woke you up.
“what?” you ask, sliding your headphones off and everyone is just staring at you.
“wow. the car could’ve been crashing and you wouldn’t give a single fuck.” heeseung says from the front seat and you just glare at him, sleepiness heavily weighing on your eyelips. “is this what you guys woke me up for?” you mumble, trying to wipe the sleep away from your eyes with your sleeve.
“no, we’re taking another pitstop because sunoo needs to pee.” jungwon adds.
“yeah, he has the bladder of a chihuahua.” taehyun says as he steps out of the van through the other door– sunoo just playfully shoving him in return. “you coming?” jungwon asks and you stretch your neck around a bit before answering.
“no, im good. i’ll stay in here.”
“oh– i’ll stay too then.” beomgyu chimes in and everyone stops momentarily before continuing what they were doing, hoping that neither you or beomgyu noticed their reactions. “okay, just text me if you want something from inside.” jungwon says before sliding the door closed and joining the rest of the group as they head inside of the store.
you really hoped beomgyu would’ve gone with them because you weren’t ready to be left in a space alone with him– hell, you weren’t even ready to see him let alone spend the weekend with him at some beach house that soobin found. the air between you and beomgyu is thick. you considered striking up conversation so it wasn’t awkward but you ultimately decided just slipping your headphones back on and trying to go back to sleep.
“yn, how’ve you been?” he asks.
shit.
you turn towards him as you were in the middle of slipping them on, eyes blinking rapidly as you tried to come up with an answer. how were you? well, let’s see. you got dumped by your boyfriend because he basically saw you as a burden and you haven’t really processed any of that fully before you were whisked away by your brother to attend a weekend getaway with the boy you’ve had a crush on since you were 6 years old that moved 5 years ago and now is suddenly back.
“m’fine.” you simply put even if you weren’t.
beomgyu saw right through that but because it’s been so long since you’ve last spoken and considering where you left off– he wasn’t sure if he should pry. “i’m good too, by the way.” he adds and you realize you hadn’t even asked him how he’s been.
“sorry– um. i’m glad you’re doing well. it’s nice to have you back…”
beomgyu smiles at your words, eyes closing like they usually do when he genuinely smiles at something– god, that smile. you hadn’t seen it in so long. you saw it through the random photos you saw on instagram, but your ex hated seeing you like and leave comments on beomgyu’s pictures so he had you unfollow him and you stupidly obliged.
“when did you get back?”
beomgyu readjusts in his seat so that his body was facing you, leaning his head on the headrest of his chair. “last night actually, i told the guys to schedule this trip next weekend so i could adjust to the jet lag but you know soobin– his ass doesn’t listen.” the two of you laughed at that because it was true. soobin was stubborn, not in the bad way– at least most of the time it wasn’t bad, but he typically just did what he wanted because why not.
he was the term, “fuck it, we ball.” in human form. that’s how your brother and his friends usually found themselves in sticky situations. the first memory that popped in your mind was when they were all freshmen in college, too young to buy or drink alcohol but felt like they were all hot shit because they got invited to a college party– the only gripe being it was byob and none of them had even been inside of a liquor store before.
but soobin had a ‘genius’ idea. he somehow acquired a fake id, his alias being “alvin lebron” and because soobin, your brother, and the rest of their friends were all eager to make a good first impression as college freshmen at their first college party, they encouraged him to walk into the liquor store with confidence only to be turned away by the shop owner after getting his fake id taken away and cut up into several pieces in front of him.
beomgyu wasn’t there because he had already been away for 2 years when it happened, but you knew he would’ve been down for their stupidity if he was there.
“yeah.. sounds like bin.”
and soon the awkward silence was back. you so desperately wanted to melt into the seat, you had barely enough time to process your feelings about your ex and the breakup and now you were being forced to process what happened with you and beomgyu all those years ago. it was easy to get over what happened because he just moved and you didn’t have to see him.
out of sight.
out of mind.
but now, he was sitting next to you in soobin’s van; hands in his lap and eyes fixed on your face as if you were going to disappear at any moment and he wanted to be able to take in how you looked now just in case he’d ever forget.
although he’d never.
“look, about that night– it’s fine, gyu. we don’t have to talk about it." you interrupt.
“no, but i want to. it’s not fair that– god! taehyun this is the 3rd store you’ve gotten us almost banned.” beomgyu gets interrupted for the second time when the door on his side of the car slides open, you brother and his friends approaching with bags in their hands; a frustrated soobin fumbling with his keys.
“what happened?” you ask.
sunoo goes on to explain that taehyun had vomited in the middle of the drink aisle and they had to call several staff to come help clean up after they were instructed to, “check out then please leave.” by a small elderly woman who looked like she was entirely done with the shenanigans of the five boys.
“i told you to stop eating takis and redbull on an empty stomach…” sunoo mumbles as he moves to his spot in the back of the car, taehyun following after with a pout. “but.. it’s yummy.”.
the rest of them settle back into their seats, the arrangements still the same as when you first got into the car. “here, got you this because you’ve been dehydrated from all those tears.” jungwon says, tossing you a bottle of bright blue gatorade. beomgyu’s eyes follow the bottle as it flies through the car and because he’s a bit worried that you won’t catch, his hands reach out for the bottle; hands wrapping around the plastic at the same time yours do as you both find yourself now holding onto one another’s hands.
the sudden physical contact startles the two of you so you both pull away instantly, the bottle of gatorade dropping onto the floor as a result. you just stare at one another for a moment before jungwon breaks the awkwardness between you, “uh.. here. you dropped it.” he mumbles, picking the bottle off the floor and putting it in your lap.
you mumbled a small thank you before fixing yourself back into your seat, headphones snug around your head once again as you try to forget the weird interaction with beomgyu– just another reason for you to regret going on this trip.
۰ ۫
thankfully, for the last few hours of the drive you’re able to sleep through it all without your brother trying to prank you or any more awkward moments between you and beomgyu. the music blasting in your ears helped with clearing your mind and although it was somewhat loud, it put you to sleep.
it’s late in the afternoon when you finally arrive at the place soobin had found for all of you to stay the weekend. it was a small but quaint home with two floors that was just 10 minutes from the beach. it had lush green grass and tall trees that stretched into the blue sky. you were pretty impressed with soobin’s decision and so was everyone else.
that was until you all walked in and realized there were only two rooms.
“soobin, you idiot.” jungwon scoffed as they all dropped their bags into the living room to decide what the room arrangements would be, typically it would’ve just been three to a room but since you tagged along, now making it seven– there’d be an uneven amount of people in each room.
it also doesn’t help that you were the only girl and jungwon’s sister because he instantly turned on brother mode by saying, “alright, none of you virgins are sharing a room with my sister.” as he pointed to all of them with a narrowed glare.
“i will have you know i’m not a virgin!” heeseung adds and everyone rolls their eyes.
“a blowjob where you lasted under 3 minutes doesn’t count.” sunoo scoffed.
“okay, then HALF a virgin.” heeseung defended.
“try a quarter.”
“or an eighth even.”
they all took turns teasing heeseung as you and beomgyu stood to the side laughing.
“won, it’s fine. it can just be you, me, and beomgyu.” you added.
“yeah! it’ll be just like old times.” beomgyu says, picking up his bag off the floor with a smile as he went to the room you three would be sharing. his words echo in your head and you find yourself questioning it. would it be just like old times? like when beomgyu would come over and spend that night at your place, doing his best to hang out with both you and jungwon even though he was technically jungwon’s friend and not yours.
jungwon would even claim that you were trying to steal his friend but beomgyu would always defend you which was typically always followed by a teasing remark. in retrospect, beomgyu only teased you right after defending you because he didn’t want jungwon to know he had a crush on you.
“come on, let’s go before beomgyu gets his outside clothes on the bed.” jungwon says, tapping your shoulder as he picks up both of your bags. the other four were still in the living room arguing over who got to sleep on the bed and who’d be sleeping on the floor as you followed jungwon.
you found beomgyu already laying on the bed, in his outside clothes, so jungwon scolded him– slapping beomgyu’s ass to get him off. beomgyu releases a small ‘ow’ before hopping off the bed, rubbing his ass in response. “what was that for!” and jungwon laughs at him.
“for getting your dirty outside clothes on the bed! go change.” he says and beomgyu just rolls his eyes. “glad to see you’re still a little clean freak.” beomgyu snorts as he opens his bag to grab a new set of clothes. “not a clean freak, you’re just grubby bro.” jungwon responds as he takes out some things from his bag, his toiletries, a manga he’s been reading, a speaker, and a small metallic box that you didn’t even need to ask the contents of.
“you seriously brought weed? what if we got pulled over, soobin would’ve killed you if the cops found that.” you scold and jungwon waves you off like it was nothing. “nah, they’d never. the cops would find me too cute.” he says after putting his things on the vanity in the room.
“yall wanna smoke tonight?” he asks and beomgyu perks up.
“hell yes! i haven’t smoked in ages, the weed overseas was ass.” he adds as he slings a shirt over his shoulders.
“what about you, yn?” beomgyu asks. he knows your answer was probably going to be yes since you’re quite the stoner. you did introduce the idea of smoking weed to him and it eventually trickled into the friend group, all of jungwon and his friends becoming potheads as they became older.
“uh.. not sure.”
“what? thought you were like a stoner, what happened?” he asks, walking a bit closer.
“her stupid ex happened– won!” you say, throwing a stuffed animal at him that you had just pulled from inside your bag. “did you seriously bring mr. giggles with you?” jungwon asks, referring to the stupid yet oddly cute plushy of a blobfish. you had named it mr. giggles because it always managed to make you laugh. the animal was just so ugly that it was cute and laughable.
“yes, i did. now give it back.”
“only if you smoke with us tonight.” and you roll your eyes in defeat.
“fine– now give it.” you say, snatching it back as jungwon and beomgyu bump fists in celebration.
“yo, we’re gonna go check out the beach. who’s coming?” heeseung asks, popping his head into the room. the three of you glance around at each other before responding. you shake your head, telling heeseung that you were too tired and would just stay in for the rest of the night while jungwon says he’ll go just as he’s pulling out beach shorts from his bag.
“gyu? you coming?”
“uh.. yeah, i’ll go.” he answers.
the boys all finish getting ready for the beach as you’re putting away all of the things they had bought from the store to fill the fridge for the weekend– most of it just being instant food and a bunch of alcohol. “did you guys seriously need to get 3 cases of beer?” you say, huffing as you struggle to put the last case in the fridge.
“heeseung’s idea!” sunoo says matter of factly as he plops onto the couch. they leave after just a few minutes, taehyun and beomgyu arguing over something stupid most likely. jungwon gives you a small hug before leaving, telling you to call if anything happens.
“won, i’m older than you. you need to call me if anything happens.”
“yeah, yeah– you’re the crybaby between us siblings. i’ll see you later.. and stop listening to that sad music! it’s only gonna make you sadder.” he says as he slips through the door, not giving you any time to clapback. you check the time after putting the last of the food into the fridge, it was almost 5pm and although it was starting to get somewhat late, you chose to take a nap anyways.
you changed out of your clothes and into something a bit more comfortable before falling onto the bed, wrapping the blanket around you and letting your eyelids flutter shut– hoping to get a bit of sleep before the boys got back, a bit afraid that the chaos around jungwon and his friends would prevent you from getting any sleep later that night.
۰ ۫
“i’m leaving tomorrow.” his words leave a hollow feeling inside of your chest. the words made complete sense to you, however, they weren’t computing inside of your head. like it was some foreign language that he was speaking, although he didn’t stutter his words were unclear and all you could do was stare back at him– lips slightly parted.
beomgyu stares back at you, eyes lightly wavering as he waits for your answer when his mouth slightly opens but he doesn’t manage to get anything out. like he, himself, was stunned at the words that had just come out of his mouth.
“please say something..”
you find yourself slowly shaking her head, eyes narrowing at him in clear disbelief. “what do you want me to say beomgyu?” you scoff. beomgyu tries to reach for your hands but you quickly pull away before he could even touch you– like you were almost repulsed by him even though just moments ago you and beomgyu were sharing a tender moment together.
“are you mad at me?” his voice was small— quiet mixed with anxiety and guilt.
“what do you mean you’re leaving?” you manage to say as you try to fight back the tears.
beomgyu goes on to explain that he was accepted into a music school overseas, the one he had been talking about since you were a lot younger. he hadn’t even told you that he applied, he always just talked about it, dreamt of going to a music academy– it was all just talks of his dreams.
and suddenly it was reality and beomgyu’s dream was taking him away from you.
“it’s only for five years– five years? gyu– beomgyu so many things can happen in five years.” absolute shock in your voice as he tries to explain with himself.
“i know but we can talk on the phone, video call, whatever— i’ll make it work.”
you shake your head in disagreement. what you and beomgyu had– although it wasn’t much– was something the two of you found special. it was like two people who had found each other when they didn’t know what they were looking for or that fact that the ‘what’ was actually a ‘who’.
“how are you going to make this work when we don’t even know what to call this? whatever we have– this.. this… i don’t even know what to call it!” you were frustrated. the one person who had shown you consistency was disappearing from your life. of course, you had your brother jungwon but he had his own life to worry about and you weren’t going to burden him with your own personal issues– but beomgyu?
the boy you had met as a toddler, your brother’s best friend, and the one person who was your comfort growing up was going to be moving away just as the two of you were finally getting somewhere in this weird relationship you two had that consisted of stolen and bashful glances, concealed hand holding under the blanket during movie night at sleepovers, and your very first kiss.
۰ ۫
a low humming wakes you from your slumber, eyes blinking open as you try to adjust to the light in the room, looking around as you begin to process the dream you just had. it wasn’t really a dream, more of a memory that often replayed in your head. that memory hasn’t replayed in your head for the last few years– you tried your best to forget the memory alongside the boy sewn into it, but with beomgyu’s return, the memory of your last night with him did too.
not that you knew it was going to be your last night with him.
when the humming gets louder, you remember that the sound was what woke you up from your sleep. you looked around the room again to find where the humming was coming from and you found your eyes landing onto the window in the room– it’s pushed open and the summer breeze is wafting into the room.
your body follows the sound and as you poke your head through the window, you see beomgyu. he’s laying on the roof of the house, eyes glued to the stars in the sky– you didn’t even notice it was much later now. how long were you asleep exactly?
“just gonna stare? or are you gonna join me?” he speaks up and you realize that you’ve just been staring at beomgyu and he’s already taken notice of your presence. beomgyu sits up right and moves towards you as you begin to step through the window, extending his hand towards you to carefully pull you onto the roof.
you take the spot next to beomgyu as you both settle onto the roof, the tile rough and gritty but so was life and you’ve learned to just deal with it.
“when did you get back? is everyone here?”
beomgyu shakes his head, “nah. decided to head back because i was getting tired. they were all still in the water trying to drown sunoo.” and you laugh at the thought of the boys chasing sunoo around so they could carry him and throw him into the cold beachy water. “saw you sleeping so i came out here so i wouldn’t bother you.”
you turn your head towards him and he does the same. “why didn’t you just lay on the couch or something?” beomgyu looks to the side as he thinks to himself, unsure why he chose to come out onto the roof instead of staying in the house and laying down on one of the couches downstairs. he just shrugs and you teasingly roll your eyes at him.
“you know– it’s just like old times. when we’d sneak onto the roof late at night when won has fallen asleep so he doesn’t see us together.” you pause momentarily when beomgyu’s gaze intensifies. not in a way that intimidates you but in the way that you can see the image play in his head, like he was flipping through an album of photos inside of his head that consisted of every instance the two of you spent time on the roof.
“i missed that…” you muttered as you turned to go back to gazing at the stars.
beomgyu, however, still is looking at you. again, like he wanted to take in every feature that you had, looking for something new in your face that could’ve appeared in the time he was gone. your lips were just as he remembers, eyes remained soft and still reflected the stars like no other, but your face had new lines on them– specifically around your mouth.
his lips quirk slightly at the idea of your smile lines appearing, a sense of comfort builds inside of him knowing that while he was gone, you were still smiling and still laughing. still enjoying life and wasn’t letting your last night with him cause you too much distress– although he knows it did and couldn’t feel any more guilty over the sorrow he may’ve caused you.
not to mention, your recent breakup that he learned about from jungwon who spent 2 hours on discord bad mouthing your ex, even going as far as asking soobin to hit him with the van. they all had to talk jungwon down from doing something he might regret to your ex but don’t be fooled, beomgyu was just as angry.
so angry that while he was away, all he wanted was for you to be happy and although he knew you weren’t happy when he left– he’d hoped you found happiness elsewhere, but that ex of yours just had to break your heart in all of the places where his departure in your life left cracks.
all he could do now was hope he could piece it back together.
“can you stop staring at me?” you pout and beomgyu laughs, acting like he was just caught in the act but he wasn’t trying to be subtle at all. he hasn’t seen you in five years and he wanted nothing more than to take in every part of you, afraid that you’d leave the way he did all those years ago. beomgyu knows that fear of his is irrational considering he was the one who left you– but he couldn’t help but feel like now that he was back, you were slipping away.
“do you hate me?” he asks, sitting up and looking down at you as you stare at the stars.
you don’t answer right away, choosing to count how many stars you could find in the night sky.
thirty six.
after you finish counting the stars, you pull yourself up and reach back into the room through the window and beomgyu furrows his eyebrows at you, trying to understand what you were doing. you come back out with jungwon’s weed box and you set it in between your legs as you begin to light up a joint.
“what? this conversation is probably gonna get heavy— might as well be high for it.” and beomgyu can’t help but agree.
you stick the rolled up paper between your lips but before you could reach for the lighter inside of the box, beomgyu reaches for it first and moves closer to you. eyes settled on your lips while you look up at him. he brings the lighter closer to your lips, clicking it a few times before a flame ignites between the two of you as he lights the joint nestled in your mouth.
a bright ember spreading across the tip of the joint as you take a slow and deep inhale.
beomgyu smiles as he watches you, nodding as you exhale while, face just a few inches from yours; so close you could feel his breath on your skin as he waits for his turn to hit the joint. your eyes haven’t left his and you can see that his gaze hasn’t wavered from their position of looking at your lips.
beomgyu swallows as he licks his lips and just before he speaks, you pull the joint from your lips and move it towards him as a way to break the tension. he laughs at your actions, like you were attempting to edge him and keep him on his toes. he knows you could feel the fire between the both of you but for now, the joint passing between the two of you would suffice.
“i don’t hate you…” you pause.
beomgyu places the joint between his lips and takes in a slow breath, “although, i wish i did.” and it makes him cough up a storm and you can’t help but laugh at him.
“you never could hold the smoke very well.”
“come on, that’s not fair. you just said you wished you hated me.”
you shrug at him, thinking about the truth behind your words. you did wish you hated him, you had confessed to him that you liked him and had liked him for a while and to your surprise, he told you that he feels the same way. he had pulled you in for your very first kiss, not only with each other, but your first kiss with anyone.
the moment was straight out of a romance movie, it was night time and the two of you were sitting on the rooftop outside of your bedroom window similar to how you were now. the night sky was filled with stars and caramel by sleep token was playing quietly from inside of your room– jungwon long asleep so neither of you were worried about getting caught.
and then, he kissed you so sweetly as the lyrics
So stick to me
Stick to me like caramel
Walk beside me till you feel nothin' as well
I'm fallin' free of the final parallel
The sweetest dreams are bitter
But there's no one left to tell
sung throughout the night.
which was ironic in a lot of cases because although the moment was like a dream that was as sweet as caramel and you wanted nothing more than to stick close to beomgyu, the very same dream turned bitter as reality soon settled when beomgyu told you that he’d be leaving and you had no one to tell of the heartbreak you had to go through alone as beomgyu flew thousands of miles away from you.
“i tried to hate you. i was so angry and alone, i wanted to hate you so bad, but i just couldn’t. you held such a special place in my heart— still do– and no matter how many times i’d look at your photos or would hear you screaming through jungwon’s headphones i’d roll my eyes and scoff, i just couldn’t bring myself to hate you.”
you sniffled, taking the joint back from him that was still burning and taking a puff before continuing. smoke pouring out of your lips as you offer the joint back to beomgyu. “i looked for you in everything after that day. in the music you introduced me to, in the way won and the rest of your friends would laugh— hell even in my ex.
probably why it didn’t work out and he felt like i was dragging him down. i wasn’t necessarily ready to be in a relationship and being in one only made me feel like i was filling that void with something meaningless because…
because i truly couldn’t find meaning in anything without you there.”
the joint was now reduced to the butt, just a small and shriveled up clump of paper. “god, i’m high as shit and sobbing about a relationship that didn’t even happen– you probably think i’m pathetic.” you say, wiping the tears off of your face but beomgyu was quick to reassure you that he didn’t think any less of you, if anything he liked you even more.
“i never stopped thinking about you.” you raise your head when those words leave his lips, tears continuing to pool in your eyes. “i even cried on the flight after leaving. you don’t understand how hard that was for me and it ate me up inside to know that i just left you like that.
i felt so selfish for wanting to go to this damn school so bad that i didn’t realize i’d be leaving so much behind… you.
i thought about you everyday, i’d refresh your instagram in hopes you would post a new photo and then one day that picture with your ex appeared and i thought i had lost my chance. that you had moved on and i lost you to someone else… but i was just happy to see that you were happy— although now i know you weren’t.”
“yeah. that guy was kind of an asshole.” you and beomgyu share a laugh at your comment and find yourselves sitting in silence once again, only this time it’s a comfortable silence. there was no longer this tension between the two of you where it felt like silence was fragile and if speaking what was on your mind could cause it to shatter.
no, this tension was filled with passion, an irresistible magnet faced towards each other that feels so close but not just quite.
“this might be a long shot but… do you wanna give this a try?” beomgyu asks and you swallow the dryness in your throat, smoke having coated the inside of your mouth; now wishing you had brought some water with you before starting to smoke.
“should we? do you want to..?” you ask, looking up at beomgyu through your lashes and for a second the face of the boy you had fallen in love flashes across the face of the boy you were staring at now. still the same, still a bit strange but still the same boy you fell in love with. “i want to give it a try more than anything, but i’m determined to make it work. long as you’re happy.”
you smile at him and beomgyu smiles back because as you saw the boy he once was, he saw the girl that you are when you smiled at him and it warmed his heart to see you smile like that.
“you think won is gonna be upset we smoked his weed?” beomgyu asks and you purse your lips at the thought but shrug it off, telling beomgyu that you were older anyways and jungwon wouldn’t even have this weed if you hadn’t linked him with your plug. “you really turned all of us into stoners, huh? we weren’t even old enough to smoke yet when we shared our first joint.” beomgyu adds as you both recall that night.
it was your first time smoking ever and of course, beomgyu was there. jungwon was too scared to smoke but beomgyu knew better than to leave you to do it alone. the experience wasn’t bad in the slightest and you found yourselves getting high off just one joint, your inexperienced bodies finding tolerance against the weed but eventually failing.
“you know— when i was away and i’d try to find weed amongst my classmates, someone brought up this little kid from indonesia who used to smoke a shit ton.” beomgyu randomly mentions and you look at him with a confused expression, thinking about how it was definitely the weed talking.
“no– listen. okay, so in indonesia, there was this kid who would smoke like 40 cigarettes a day, crazy i know, but he lives a healthy and normal life now so i guess everything is good. i guess i’m only bringing this up because like… it’s like us.
we were in a kind of weird spot, not as weird as a toddler chain smoking but weird enough that we couldn’t even give what we had a title but now, little by little, we’re getting to a place that’s a lot better. something normal and healthy– the best part being that we have each other.”
beomgyu speaks earnestly and from the heart, his words–although a bit strange– was meaningful and he meant every single thing even if it came off as weird but you understood every single bit of it and it only made you grow more fond of him.
“you’re high as fuck, huh?”
and a wide sheepish smile spreads onto his face as he nods.
in the time that you and beomgyu spoke and cleared the air between you two, he found himself inching closer and closer to you, so close that his hands found themselves resting over yours. “can i–” he says, stopping halfway through to clear his throat.
“can i kiss you?” and you nod as your eyes fall onto the curve of his lips.
beomgyu inches even closer, lips merely centimeters away, “we’re baaack!” jungwon screams loudly from inside the room like he was trying to make it very evident that he was present in the slight chance you and beomgyu were doing something he didn’t want to see– although he already knew this was going to happen since beomgyu asked him for advice on the matter.
jungwon pokes his out through the window and he sees you and beomgyu pull away from each other and try to act nonchalant as if you weren’t about to just kiss one another.
“bro! is that my weed?” he asks with a pout and you tell him not to be a baby about it and that you’d just buy him some more when you went home. jungwon tells you that the guys all planned to get drunk and watch some movies for the rest of the night, inviting you and beomgyu to join when you finish with your “love fest” followed by fake gagging noises.
“by the way, i don’t care if you guys date… just don’t try to do anything while im in the room, i will burn this whole house down.” he threatens and you roll your eyes at your brother while beomgyu teases jungwon, “hey, i respect you too much as my best friend to do that… we’ll make sure to do it before you get in the room.” and jungwon fake gags even more as you playfully shove beomgyu with your elbow.
“whatever, come join us downstairs when you two are done being nasty. bring my weed too!” he says as he retreats back into the house.
you and beomgyu laugh at your brother’s silliness and can’t help but think he’s very serious about burning the house down if you two were to ever try to do anything with him in the room. “should we go join them?” you ask, beginning to pack up the weed into the box but beomgyu grabs your wrist, stopping you midtask.
“i’m serious by the way. i really want this to work and i’m going to do everything i can to make it work.” beomgyu says and you smile once again, the very same smile that you had when you first met beomgyu, the same smile whenever he’d crack a joke and you’d try to not laugh too hard, the same smile when he called you pretty, and the very same smile when he kissed you for the very first time.
beomgyu, the boy from your past who found his way back into your life, reminding you of all of the good things you two had shared and would soon experience again as if it was just like old times.
I’m glad to be your first txt request then! So many good options but could I request 6 for Kai? He’s my comfort idol and I think he’d be so cute with the way you write! Have fun writing it if you want to do it! Xx
disclaimer: Kai x reader
warnings: sexual tension, established relationship, cockblocking at it's finest, some domestic stuff, fluff
6. "Lower your voice. The walls in this place are paper thin."
The blue light from your phone screen was the only thing illuminating the dim bedroom, casting a soft glow over your face and Huening Kai’s as you lay tangled together under the duvet. It was late—well past the hour when the rest of the city had gone quiet—but the two of you were caught in the hypnotic loop of the TikTok algorithm.
Kai’s head was pillowed on your shoulder, his long limbs draped over yours like a giant, affectionate weighted blanket. Every few seconds, he would let out a soft huff of air against your neck—his version of a silent laugh—as you scrolled past a particularly chaotic cat video.
Then, a clip appeared that caught you completely off guard. It was a poorly edited mashup of a variety show fail, and the comedic timing was so perfect that you couldn’t help it. A loud, genuine cackle burst from your throat, echoing sharply against the quiet walls of the room.
Kai immediately bolted upright, though he didn't move away from you. He pressed a finger to his lips, his dark eyes wide and sparkling with mischief.
"Lower your voice," he whispered, his voice vibrating with a suppressed giggle. "The walls in this place are paper thin. You’re going to have Beomgyu hyung knocking on the door complaining about the 'ghost' in my room."
You grinned, feeling a rush of warmth at his playful tone. "Oops," you whispered back, not sounding sorry at all. "My bad. I forgot we were living in a shoebox made of drywall."
To prove your contrition, you slid down further into the pillows and nuzzles your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of his laundry detergent and the faint hint of his cologne. Kai hummed in satisfaction, his arms tightening around you as he settled back down.
"Better," he murmured, his breath tickling your ear.
You reached out, tapped the power button on your phone, and set it on the nightstand. The room plunged into a comfortable darkness, save for the sliver of light peeking under the door from the hallway. You closed your eyes, letting the steady rhythm of Kai’s heartbeat lull you toward sleep. For a moment, it was perfectly still.
Then, the peace shattered.
From somewhere in the kitchen—which felt like it was approximately two inches away from Kai’s headboard—came the unmistakable sound of a heavy cabinet door slamming shut.
"I’m telling you, it was in the back! Someone ate it!"
The voice was unmistakable: Taehyun. He sounded remarkably calm for someone accusing his roommates of grand larceny at one in the morning, which somehow made it funnier.
"I didn't touch your protein pudding, Taehyun-ah! Check the bottom drawer!" That was Soobin, his voice muffled but clearly defensive.
You felt Kai stiffen beside you, his chest vibrating as he tried to hold back a laugh. You bit your lip, trying to stay silent, but then you heard the heavy, rhythmic thud of footsteps approaching the kitchen.
"I don't care about the pudding!"
This was Yeonjun. And Yeonjun sounded like he was about to lose his mind.
"Who," Yeonjun’s voice rose to a dramatic, frantic pitch, "left the empty chicken box in the fridge? There were two pieces left when I went to practice. I come back, the box is there, the grease is there, but the chicken is gone. It’s a betrayal! It’s an act of war!"
A loud crash echoed—likely a plastic container meeting its demise on the floor—followed by Yeonjun letting out a frustrated groan that sounded more like a roar. "I’m actually done! I’m going to go live in the practice room!"
That was it. The mental image of Yeonjun standing in his pajamas, mourning a piece of fried chicken like a fallen soldier, was too much. You buried your face in Kai’s chest and laughed, the sound muffled by his t-shirt but still very audible.
Kai gave up the ghost of silence as well, his shoulders shaking as he let out a melodic, wheezing chuckle. He rolled onto his side, looking down at you in the dark.
"See?" he whispered, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "What did I tell you about the walls? I can hear the exact moment Yeonjun hyung’s soul left his body over a drumstick."
You looked up at him, a smirk playing on your lips. The chaos in the hallway continued—Beomgyu had clearly joined the fray now, his high-pitched teasing added to the mix—but in the sanctuary of the bed, it felt like you were in your own little world.
"Do they really hear everything?" you asked softly, raising an eyebrow.
Kai nodded solemnly, though the glint in his eyes betrayed him. "Everything. If Soobin hyung sneezes in his room, I say 'bless you' from here and he hears me."
You hummed, shifting your weight so you were propped up on one elbow, looking down at him. The playful energy in the room shifted, turning into something thicker, warmer. "And what do they do... you know, when one of you has a woman over?"
Kai’s smirk widened, his gaze dropping to your lips for a fleeting second before meeting your eyes again. He reached up, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw.
"Usually," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, "we do exactly what I just did. We politely ask the woman to be quiet. We remind her of the thin walls. We try to be... discreet."
You leaned down, closing the small gap between you. You pushed yourself a little closer, your chest brushing against his, and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"Sometimes," you whispered against his skin, your breath warm, "it’s a little hard to be quiet, Kai."
The humor vanished from Kai’s expression, replaced by a sudden, intense heat. His hand moved from your jaw to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair to hold you in place.
"I know," he agreed, his voice a low vibration that you felt in your own chest.
He didn't wait for you to move again. He tilted his head and captured your lips in a kiss that was a far cry from the chaste, playful pecks of earlier. It was deep, hungry, and full of the pent-up affection of a long day spent apart.
You let out a soft, involuntary moan into his mouth, and Kai immediately moved to stifle it with his own, his tongue sweeping against yours. He pulled you flush against him, his other arm wrapping firmly around your waist to drag you over him until there was no space left between your bodies.
The sounds of the "Chicken War" in the kitchen faded into the background, becoming nothing more than white noise. The only thing that mattered was the weight of his body, the heat of his skin, and the way he smiled against your lips when you nipped at his bottom's lip.
Kai pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours. His breathing was ragged, and his eyes were dark with a mix of adoration and desire.
"If they hear anything now," he whispered, his voice barely audible, "that's their problem."
He crashed his lips back onto yours, more passionate than before, and as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, you decided that if the walls were thin, you would just have to give the members something more interesting to listen to than an empty chicken box.
The friction of his lips against yours shifted from playful to primal as the kiss deepened. Kai’s tongue swept against yours with a newfound hunger, a "greedy" sort of rhythm that made your heart hammer against your ribs. You fisted the soft cotton of his shirt in your hands, pulling him toward you as if the microscopic distance between your chests was a miles-wide chasm you couldn't bridge fast enough.
With a low, guttural hum of approval, Kai shifted his weight. He crawled over you, his heavy frame settling between your thighs with a grounded pressure that made your breath hitch. He didn't stop the assault on your senses; instead, he reached down and hooked a hand under your knee, hiking your leg higher until it rested firmly over his hip. The movement hitched your sleep shorts up, exposing the sensitive skin of your thigh to the cool air of the room and the searing heat of his palm.
"You're so beautiful," he mumbled against the sensitive cord of your neck. His voice was thick, wrecked with a raw sincerity that sent a shiver racing down your spine. He trailed a path of biting, sucking kisses from your collarbone up to your jawline, his breathing heavy and ragged in the quiet of the room. "You have no idea what you do to me."
You arched your back instinctively, your fingers tangling in the soft locks at the nape of his neck. The air in the room felt thick, charged with a sudden, heavy sexual tension that made every touch feel electric. His hand slid further up your thigh, his thumb grazing the edge of your underwear, and for a second, the world outside this bed ceased to exist.
Then, the pipes groaned.
The sound of a heavy internal thud vibrated through the wall behind the headboard, followed immediately by the rhythmic hiss of the shower being turned on in the adjacent bathroom.
Both of you froze.
In the sudden silence of the bedroom, a voice erupted from behind the wall—loud, echoing, and painfully off-key.
"'Cause I-I-I'm in the stars tonight! So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight!"
It was Beomgyu. He wasn't just singing; he was performing a solo concert for the showerhead, his voice bouncing off the bathroom tiles with maximum resonance.
Kai’s head dropped onto your shoulder with a heavy thud. He didn't move, he just stayed there, his forehead pressed into your skin as his shoulders began to shake. You tried to hold it in, you really did, but when Beomgyu attempted a dramatic, vibrato-heavy run on the word "alight," a snort escaped you.
The tension snapped like a dry twig. Kai rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked at you with an expression of pure, comedic despair.
"I can't," he wheezed, gesturing vaguely at the wall where Beomgyu was now aggressively humming the drum fill. "This dorm... it literally kills every ounce of romance. It’s a graveyard for vibes."
You laughed, reaching out to brush a stray hair from his forehead. Your heart was still racing from the intensity of moments before, but the absurdity of the situation was impossible to ignore. "It doesn't kill the romance, Kai. You’re still cute."
"I'm trying to be sensual," he countered, though his eyes were bright with amusement. "I'm trying to have a 'moment' with my girlfriend, and I'm being serenaded by a man who thinks he’s at Wembley Stadium."
He leaned back in, determined to reclaim the mood. His hand found your waist again, and he pressed his lips to yours, trying to find that slow, passionate rhythm from before. His touch was still hot, his intent still clear, and for a second, you felt yourself slipping back into that hazy, heated headspace.
Then, the high note came.
"Shining through the city with a little funk and SOUL—"
Beomgyu hit a note so piercingly high and so spectacularly flat that it sounded like a tea kettle screaming for its life.
You and Kai broke apart at the exact same time, both of you collapsing into the pillows as hysterical laughter took over. You pulled the duvet up over your face to muffle the sound, your stomach aching from the force of your giggles.
"Okay," you gasped out, wiping a stray tear from your eye. "I take it back. It doesn't kill the romance, but it definitely kills any chance of sexual tension. I can’t exactly focus on your hands when I’m worried about Beomgyu’s vocal cords snapping."
Kai let out a long, dramatic sigh of defeat, rolling completely off of you and onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling, listening to the muffled sound of splashing water and more BTS hits.
"He's going to be in there for at least twenty minutes," Kai noted grimly. "And after him, Taehyun will probably go in to do his ten-step skincare routine."
He turned his head toward you, a soft, tired smile replacing the smirk. He reached out, pulling you into his side so your head rested on his chest. He pressed a firm, lingering kiss to your cheek—sweet and grounded, a complete shift from the fire of minutes ago.
"Sleep?" he asked softly.
"Sleep," you agreed, snuggling into his warmth.
The walls were thin, the roommates were loud, and the "funk and soul" was currently being murdered in the next room over, but as Kai’s arms wrapped securely around you, you decided that the comedy was just as good as the heat. You closed your eyes, drifting off to the sound of his steady heartbeat and the distant, muffled chorus of 'Dynamite'.
warnings: smut, reader is super horny n desperate for beomgyu at 2am, make out, oral f!recieving, face sitting, use of vibrator, safe(ish) sex, praise kink? cum eating, they are super messy lol.
wc: 4k
♫ title track: 2am - che ecru
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thunder rumbles overhead and you're still restless under the sheets, thinking about the way beomgyu looked in his tight jeans today; the way his bulge naturally poked out a little too much to go unnoticed by you. you just wanted to palm him through his jeans, see that fucked out half-open smile when he's falling apart under your touch.
you replayed scenarios in your head, imagining all of the dirty things you would've done to him when you two sat on the couch earlier playing charades instead of fucking, which you so needed right now. nonetheless, you still had tons of fun with him earlier, you were just horny as hell right now lol.
you rubbed your thighs together at the dirty thoughts replaying in your mind as beomgyu lay "sound asleep" next to you, not knowing that his eyes had fluttered open moments ago from your sudden squirming. he had fallen asleep a while ago, lulled by your warmth and the whir of soft thunder and rain at your window, but here you were wide awake.
he turned around from being little spoon, suddenly facing you with slightly tired eyes, lips puffy from sleep, heavy head propped on his sandwiched hands. you just wanted to crash your lips to his, press your body so tightly to his and tangle all of your limbs together. but you feared maybe he wasn't in the mood and you didn't want to wake him any further.
but oh hell, did beomgyu know that horny look on your face; the way your eyes slightly narrowed with unholy thoughts behind them, subtle flush on your cheeks, body warm and threatening to break out in a sweat.
if it wasn't for your squirming, beomgyu would probably still wake up because of how hot your body temperature was, practically screaming out for some sexual attention.
oh yes, he noticed all of these things about your current state but he remained innocent, acting like he had but a clue in the world to what you were experiencing. just staring at you with tired puppy eyes barely visible in the warm glow of your night light.
"what's wrong baby?" he cooed in his deep, sleepy voice, not intending to turn you on the amount that it did. your legs were shut so tight, slick wetness beginning to seep past your panties and onto your thighs. oh was beomgyu in for a wet surprise.
"i-" you struggled to find the right words to say without saying what you really wanted to say; fuck me right now beomgyu, i need you inside me at this instant!
instead you searched his eyes with a half open mouth, the words caught in your throat and having to clear it a couple times. noticing your struggle to admit your horniness, beomgyu began trailing his fingers up your thigh, feather soft, making it even harder to speak out.
"it's okay baby, just say it. say whatever you want to say," his pinky finger began lightly prodding at your hot and throbbing clit through the wet fabric, stifling a moan as he ever so slowly slipped his pinky past the elastic of your underwear.
"you looked so good today beomgyu. so fucking- hah," you were halted when he pressed his pinky to your absolutely drenched core, circling around your entrance without any added pressure.
"continue on my love, i'm interested," he was beginning to tease you, slowly inserting the tip of his pinky into you as you tried to form coherent sentences, already fucked out by his pinky. barely his pinky.
"i've just...been thinking about being stuffed with your cock all night and i thought i could make it through the night but i can't- i just can't gyu," you moaned out his name at the end, as he had slipped a hand under your (really his) baggy shirt and began circling your nipple with his cold fingertip until it was perky, pelting your entire body with chills.
"you need me to stuff you full of my cock? you could've just said that earlier baby," his deep voice trickled into your ear as he pressed a light kiss to your jaw in the dark, his entire hand already drenched by your juices as he hadn't even done much down there except prod at your clit and slightly finger you with one pinky. you nodded furiously.
"i can do that. i can do double that," he kissed your jaw again, reaching over you and into the drawer of the bedside table to pull out the pink vibrator you both kept there to use during frisky times like these.
he sensed just how badly you needed to be fucked, practically wetting the bed with your arousal and exuding feverish amounts of body heat with how horny you were. he'd be sure to give you the night you needed. give you everything he had in him; even bringing in the help of a toy, turning you on so much you nearly felt dizzy. beomgyu to the rescue!
and so he started out slow, leaning on his elbow next to you as he peeled back the sheets over your bottom half, rubbing the vibrator that had yet to be turned on over your underwear, making you whine out.
but you enjoyed the anticipation, moaning against his lips as you passionately made out. desperately tugging on the fabric of his plain black shirt. he got the memo and slid it off, running your hands down his warm, delicious skin, desiring to press your soon to be naked body to his so badly.
the pace of your make out was quickened as you sat up and he followed, pulling your night shirt off and abandoning it to the side, savoring your hot skin with his hands as he smoothed them over your chest, back, and waist.
you held his face as you kissed him, becoming rougher as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sucking at his plump lips. fuck- he was so delicious you just couldn't think straight, head buzzing with euphoria as you pressed your bare chest to his and felt the warmth seep from his skin, nipples perky against him.
you sat onto your knees with your ass in the air to help him slide your panties off, not noticing the strings of wetness clinging to the wet fabric in the dark, but then you immediately felt the cold air hit your wet thighs, making you aware of just how drenched you were.
"how are you this fucking wet? i love it," he nearly moaned against your neck as you leaned over him, collecting some of your juices with two fingers and placing them into his mouth, quickly crashing his lips back onto yours with sloppy tongue so that you could taste yourself on his lips.
"don't you taste so good?" he pulled away, gazing up at you starry eyed as you bit your lip and smiled, seeing his white teeth slightly peek through his lips in the dim light.
you were on all fours leaning over him, ass still in the air and he took advantage of this by sitting up on his knees, hand firm on your back to keep you in this position.
he turned the vibrator on but took his time nearing it to where you needed it most, watching you writhe as he placed it onto your leg, ass cheek, everywhere BUT your soaked and neglected pussy. you were on the brink of frustration, moaning and clenching around nothing desperately to notify beomgyu of how needy you were.
he was enjoying this; lip between his teeth, conscious of the throb in his dick as it lay flush against his stomach under his plaid pajama pants. he also couldn't wait to fuck you, but he wanted to treat you to as many orgasms as he could before it was his turn to stuff you with his cock as he had promised.
finally, the vibrator reached your clit as he held it between your legs from behind, your back arching as you let out a loud moan, head thrown back and hair messy over your face. it felt so good, especially the feeling of beomgyu's attentive eyes on you, controlling the speed and placement of the toy against your desperate clit.
wetness dribbled down your thigh, serving as beomgyu's cue to lick it up and savor more of your taste because he loved it, situating himself behind you and starting to lick up your thighs. you grew louder as he began to eat you out from the back, still holding the vibrator to your clit as he fucked you with his tongue, cursing at the sheer pleasure.
he too began to moan at how hot this was; you on all fours, ass in his face as he ate you out while double stimulating you, now triple stimulating you as his moans also vibrated against your entrance and had you nearly screaming.
you cried out incoherent sentences as he sucked the juices from your entrance, eyes rolling back as you were so close to snapping. you yelped when he turned the vibrator speed up a notch higher, right up against your swollen clit as you came hard, clenching around nothing but his tongue that was there to catch your juices as you rode it through your waves of pleasure.
so not to overstimulate you, he pulled the vibrator away from your wet folds and over to your nipples, perking up at the vibration over them.
you hung your head, nearly falling over from the instant fatigue after coming so hard. but he kept you there with a firm hand on your hip, kissing and licking your skin like it was an ice cream; tongue trailing all around your thighs, ass, and back, licking a long stripe to your ear as he gently nibbled on it and sent chills darting up your spine in small waves.
he rolled the vibrator off to the side, quickly sliding himself under you and helping you to straddle him, to which you immediately began messily undoing the strings of his pajama pants.
he lifted his hips and slid his fuzzy pants down along with his boxers, stained heavily with precum as he had grown painfully hard at the sight and sounds of you so needy for him.
the two of you were beautifully bare now, and you lowered your hips down to his, sitting on the underside of his warm, throbbing and rock hard dick, causing both of you to breathlessly moan out when you began to grind on it, whimpering when the rim of his tip perfectly massaged your aching clit.
slick sounds filled the room and you picked up the pace with the guidance of his firm grasp on your hips, already feeling the urge to come again just by the sensation of his warm cock sliding through your puffy folds perfectly.
"wait baby," he slowed your back and forth movements on his dick and looked up at you with his beautiful brown, doe eyes; both love and lust shining in their depths.
"come on my face?" he tilted his head slightly and you could just melt on sight. he was just too perfect and cute for this world, asking you for something so nasty, but sounding like the best idea in the world.
you smirked and leaned down to kiss him, his soft hand coming up to cup your cheek, tongue entering your mouth as it quickly got heated and his dick was prodding at your entrance. as badly as you just wanted to slide him inside of you, he made you wait for it which made it even better, like the cherry on top of all the foreplay.
using his hands to guide your hips, he groped at the plush of your ass, tracing little soothing circles over the red skin after squeezing it so hard. you crawled on your knees to position yourself over his pretty face, knees sinking into the pillows on either side of his dark head of hair.
he looked up at you like you were the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen, using his thumbs to spread your wet folds open as he licked his lips at the delicious sight, a low rumble in his throat as he groaned, hungry for you.
sitting down on his face with the guidance of his hands on your hips, he began to go at it; licking and sucking and slurping and making out with your lower lips, throwing your head back with a loud moan with how fantastic he was. sliding his fingers up and down your waist, pinching at your nipples to add to the pleasure.
while he was busy eating you out like you were the best meal he's ever had, you reached over to grab the vibrator, turning it on the lowest setting and reaching behind you to run it up the length of his cock, leaving it on his tip and he moaned into your folds.
he wasn't expecting to be teased back but to say he enjoyed it was an understatement. he fucking loved the sensation against his throbbing head mixed with your taste all over his mouth. and you loved it too, tongue stuffed so deep into you that you could feel his moans vibrate into you, lightly grinding your hips against his tongue to fuck yourself with it.
it wasn't long before you were completely riding his face, both fucked out of your minds as he mumbled incoherent words against your slick folds, lapping and flicking his tongue across your clit messily as he held it firm for you to use like a toy, so so close to unraveling all over him.
"how are you so fucking good beomgyu?" you moaned out, and you were sure the neighbors would probably know his name by now. the sound of you moaning his name like that, praising him and all, had him thrusting his hips up and into the vibrations on his tip, on the verge of exploding all over his own tummy.
all he could do was moan out, looking up at you with pleasure filled eyes, furrowed eyebrows as you rode his face, fingers interlaced with yours and palming your ass together as you felt your core reach its all time high, tightening around his tongue stuffed deep into you, coming all over his face as he sucked and lapped up your juices; the sounds of your lewd moans and whimpers having him drizzling warm cum all over and making a mess of his tummy and spilling over onto the sheets.
catching your breath and crawling in front of his thighs, you used your fingers to scoop up his cum, sucking your fingers clean of the slightly salty liquid, leaving him infatuated; eyes glued to you as he propped himself up on his elbows.
you licked his lower abdomen up completely, cum decorating your lips as you ran your tongue around to savor every last drop, his heart pounding at how hot you looked doing so. his body was about as hot as yours now, jaw slack as he stared at you in awe as you sucked your finger suggestively, intense eyes on his.
"you're so hot." he breathlessly mumbled, wetting his lips with the dart of his tongue over his open mouth, sweat beading at his forehead and daring to drip down onto his flushed, glimmering face. what a beautiful sight it was from your angle.
"says you," you still had your wits about you even after being drunk off of him, both looking at each other fucked out as ever.
he couldn't contain the sudden urge to manhandle you, suddenly sitting up and crashing his lips to yours as he secured an arm around your waist and hips, quickly flipping you over onto the bed so that you lay under him, pinning your hands down and above your head and interlacing them with his.
butterflies darted down your spine and into your stomach at his sudden assertion of dominance, melting against his warm body; willing to do anything and everything for this boy.
his sweet scent wafted into your nose and you felt right at home; arching your back up and into him to be as physically close to him as humanly possible.
"you wanna be stuffed with my cock hm?" he nudged your jaw with his nose and you could feel his smirk on your skin; moving your head aside to give him the access of your neck, blowing cool air into your ear and shivering as it traveled down your steaming skin. he just knew all the right things to do to have you so overcome with such hot arousal.
and holy shit, the way his voice turned you on was a whole other story; whimpering and squirming under his body and wrapping your arms and legs all around him. it simply melted you like honey, seeping into your brain and had blood rushing directly to your clit. so breathy and deep and amazing. and hearing his moans in your ear? you just couldn't wait to hear him moaning all loud like he always does when he's fucking you good.
"please gyu," you nodded, hair staticky against the pillow as your locks fanned out all over it. leaning down, he took your cute tits into his mouth, drunk on the way he swirled his tongue around each bud, subtly rutting his hips against yours; cock flush against your folds and threatening to slip inside at any moment.
he tapped his tip against your clit, releasing a mewl from your lips. you really thought he was going to fuck you in this position, but you thought wrong. suddenly, he picked you up and flipped you over again so that you lay on your stomach, hand firm on your lower back to keep you there.
he watched you for a moment from his vantage point, the way your pretty side profile was visible as you lay your head on the pillow, attractive back that just called his chest to lay flush to it, cute ass in full display as you slightly wiggled it in anticipation.
he palmed your plush cheeks with both of his warm hands, kneading the skin deliciously and sliding them up your back. pressing them by your sides as he lowered himself down, warm chest pressed to your back, lips right next to your ear now as his warm breath spilled into the shell.
he hooks your left leg so that the back of your knee is held with his the bend of his elbow, chin resting on your shoulder with gentle kisses to your skin. the moment you've been waiting for arrives; he takes his cock and circles the tip around your slippery entrance before sliding it into you so slowly, stretching you out deliciously.
you moan loudly into the pillow, ass pressing into his stomach as he's all the way in, so deep inside of you that you can feel the weight of his balls on your clit, walls clenching him so tightly; causing him to twitch and whimper into your ear. you bury your hot face into the cold pillow, heart racing at the sound of his sexy moans and whimpers melting into your brain.
he thrusts are deep and slow until he starts slightly picking up his pace into a rhythmic pattern, rolling his hips against the plush of your butt as the subtle sound of slapping skin and both of your moans fill the room in harmony.
"this what you needed baby?" he coos against your ear out of breath, voice sweet and fanning across your skin.
"yes beomgyu oh- fuck yes," you moan out repeatedly, so dumb on his cock that you could hardly form a coherent sentence. he has an idea that will get you even more fucked out, reaching over to grab the vibrator, placing it against your swollen clit, leg still hooked in his arm and lifted at the perfect angle.
your legs begin to shake as he simultaneously ruts his perfect dick into you, hitting your g-spot as he also satisfies your clit with the delicious buzz. you can't stop moaning his name; wanting to moan his name indefinitely because of how it rolls off your tongue just perfectly.
his brown hair is messy over his sweaty forehead as you turn to look at him; his mouth half open, lips glossy and half lidded eyes, absolutely pussy drunk.
he looks so fucking hot, so perfect and sexy that you don't think twice before pulling his neck to you with your free hand, sucking his lips into a hot make out, strings of saliva connecting you when you come up for a breath.
it's not long before sweat is dripping down his neck and down onto your back, slapping sounds against your ass and high-pitched moans loud enough to be heard well outside of the room.
he turns the vibrator up one more notch, eyes rolling back in your head as you feel overtaken with everything he's giving you, his moans growing louder as he can feel the vibrations through your walls and onto his cock.
"your pussy's so perfect baby. you're so perfect and you're all mine hah-," he deeply chuckles into your neck, sucking marks onto the skin, biting your shoulder gently but sure to leave a mark when he realizes just how close he is.
cursing against your back he holds your hip in place, judging by how loud and shaky you're growing, you'll come at any moment as well. his grip on you is sure to leave bruises in the shape of his fingertips, marking you his.
nothing but i'm so close with spews of filthy words and each other's names exiting one another's mouths fill the room. his tip kissing the deepest part of you with every single thrust.
"cum all over me gyu, decorate me in your cum," you moan out as you feel him violently twitch inside you, that being the last straw before you're gripping the sheets so hard you could rip them, vigorously fluttering and clenching around his cock as you orgasm, entire body shaking.
"yeah? i can do that, watch me." he moans out of breath as he turns your chin to watch him; giving you two final thrusts before he pulls out, releasing so much cum all over your ass and back, its warmth inviting chills to the surface of your skin.
his head is thrown back, mouth open and adam's apple bobbing up and down as he moans your name mixed with profanities and other incoherent words. a sheen of sweat covers his entire body that's on full display for you, stomach tensing as he finishes releasing onto you. your insides continue to flutter, cheeks flushed from both sweat and because of how sexy he is, simply not able to take it anymore.
you collapse onto the bed and he follows right on top of you, making a mess of his own seed on himself, smearing between your back and his chest, not giving a shit about it with how fucked out you both were.
you thought you might be done, but you were only getting started.
it's three hours later and the two of you have been fucking all night, going as many more rounds as you could both muster. him on top of you, you on top of him, sideways, legs over his shoulders and nearly behind your head, legs pressed to your chest, hands above your head, hands tangled in his hair.
soft, hard, intimate, catching one another's moans in your mouths, lips puffy and red by now with nonstop making out.
and by the time you collapsed on top of him with your nth orgasm, the birds were chirping outside as the sun slowly began peeking it's bright eye through the blinds, casting warmth onto your skin and onto the now disheveled and sticky sheets.
panting and absolutely out of it, a few final i love you's were all you could physically say before you were fast asleep, sprawled out on top of him as he lay with his eyes nearly closed, tucking your hair away before placing a gentle kiss to your damp forehead.
you knew you could always count on your gyu to satisfy your horniness; on top of all the other ways in which he satisfied you. you were smiling in your sleep as the sun bathed you, his eyes soon fluttering shut.
let's hope you can walk tomorrow... was all he whispered into the damp air with a soft chuckle before falling asleep, chin resting on the crown of your head <3
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a/n: if you made it this far, tysm for reading! i got this idea so late at night like... late-night gyu hours omg. nonetheless, i hope you enjoyed! :))
feat. txt, lesserafim’s kazuha, aespa giselle, woo dohwan, ateez’s mingi and hongjoong
— all it was supposed to be was three days. three days of filming a ten minute music video. and somehow, beomgyu had already felt resurfacing feelings. heart racing, sweat practically dripping down his back. god, he couldn’t even process whatever his director was spewing into his ear. something about him having to stand right in the center of the casually decorated set. something about holding your hand and slowly letting go…
holding your hand? and how was he supposed to do that without completely falling back in love with you.
if beomgyu was being honest. he simply wishes his company was too poor to hire you. he wished that his group was too local to be able to hire such a talented actress. god, he just wished for anything to get in the way of the two of you. he swore that he had moved on from you the second he saw you kissing another man on the trendiest scene of your first project. don’t get him wrong, he knew of what your job entailed of and he was okay with it, not that it really mattered what he though. however, he was upset that some strange actor got to kiss you before he did. since then, he rid his world of you, turning a blind eye to any of your projects. ignoring soobin when he mentioned your name because he wanted to tell beomgyu everything about your latest project.
beomgyu hated this. he didn’t hate you. never. he could never. but, he hated the fact that he couldn’t have you, it wasn’t possible when the two of you were in junior high, so why would it be possible when dating was practically a crime in both of your fields. plus, you definitely didn’t remember him. at least that’s what beomgyu believed.
the last time you could recall, you could clearly remember beomgyu’s teenage self being the most outgoing person ever. he was everything you ever wanted. charming. but not cocky about his looks. kind. but not two-faced about his actions. and just completely humorous. to describe your crush on beomgyu, it was the typical junior high crush. the “he’s too good for me” crush. the idea that he would never look your way always crossed your mind.
but here’s the thing.
he did look your way.
plenty of times.
so many times that the two of you became friends.
funny. you could’ve sworn that’s not how your mind expected things to play out. you were practically just admiring him from far away because of your belief that he didn’t want anything to do with you. even your brief few years of being beomgyu’s closest friend were enjoyable. they were something that you could deal with, if you couldn’t date him, then you could at least just be his closest friend. you were one hundred percent okay with that. that’s what you told yourself, and it was something that you were living with until beomgyu suddenly disappeared from your life on a sudden monday afternoon.
it took two years for you to find out. find out that the boy that you were so madly, truly, and deeply in love with was becoming a star in one of the most biggest boy groups you had ever seen. honestly when you received the job offer to be in the group’s music video, you initially declined, that was until your manager snatched away your phone and contacted the company that you would do the gig. it wasn’t because your manager was a bad person, she just claimed that you would have enough money to retire early from this gig. and once she had accepted the deal, it was way too late to cancel.
so here you were. holding beomgyu’s hand. ignoring your past feelings that were rushing to your heart.
the two idiots who don’t realize they have reciprocating feelings for each other.
yn’s baddies + woo !
beomgyu’s panic enthusiasts !
1. i’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way i feel with you
2. every photo, every piece of my heart. why is my heart so void ?
3. i want a love like the movies - movies by conan gray (2022)
4. you can say what you feel, but you chose something mean — almost bradley simpson ft hongjoong (2025)
5. you deserve nothing less, you deserve what your heart desires — bridgerton
6. here we go again, crying in bed, what a familiar feeling — nobody’s son by sabrina carpenter (2025)
7. i was moving on cause you were moving too slow — touch by katseye (2024)
8. separation cannot kill love, as you know, but it is an agony nonetheless — cupid and psyche
𝓟 airings. familiar!beomgyu x witch!reader wc. 0.6k
🕸️◞ WARNINGS. jealous possessive gyu, unprotected sex , riding
「 ♱ authors note 」 day 3!! i missed writing for txt , so i had to do one for them ...
when you were a kid; the only thing you looked forward to was getting your familiar when you turned 13 , everyone in your family of witches got theirs when they turned of age — and you were excited to get yours.
that was until you got yours; in the shape of beomgyu. not only could he transform into a cat — an annoying cat who scratched at your ankles when he didn't get his way , he also took the shape of a human form so that he could annoy you in your day to day life.
“being my familiar means you protect me from harm, not random guys i come across.” you sat on your bed , covered in your spell books; he meowed you rolled your eyes. “don't act innocent now , you know what you did.” you blinked for a half a second and there he was in human form sitting on your bed. “he was dangerous , im telling you.” he said. “he asked for my number.”
“i could just tell.” he said. “you said that about yeonjun.” you stared at him stoically. “he just has that face.” he said , you scoffed. “and what kind of face do you have?” he smirked. “a sexy one.” rolling your eyes. “there has to be a spell to get a new familiar.” his eyes widened. “why would you say that!” he cried out. “take that back.” you smirked. “why should i?” you asked. “you've been such a bad familiar , why shouldn't i just get rid of you?”
you knew beomgyu hated when you did that; you always threatened to get rid of him , even though you knew you wouldn't , as annoying as he was , he still was a good protector. “get a better one.” that was the last thing you said , before the creature lunged for you , pinning your hands above your head. “beomgyu.” you said , eyes widened.
“i told you i hate when you say that.” he whispered in your ear. “no one else can take care of you like me, you know that.” you tried to fight against him , but he just pinned you down , holding your wrist tighter. “only me.” you felt his harden length on your thigh. “you seriously hard right now?” you pushed your thigh against his cock , he hissed. “of course i am , you walk around his barely clothed and expect me not to be.”
“so you're a perv?” you teased. “you forget i can hear what you're thinking?” you moaned as he bit down on your neck. “you're thinking about how it will feel with my cock deep inside you.” he grinding against you. “you bouncing on my cock , i see im not the only pervert in this apartment.”
you never thought you'd see the day you were bouncing on the cock of your familiar , but here you were, sat on his lap with his cock inside you. “you're mine , no one else's.” he groaned , he held your waist , your boobs bouncing in his face. “fuck gyu.” you moaned , tugging at his hair , he mouth engulfing one of your boobs. “keep suckin like that.”
‘you feel so good.’ the boy was inside your head. ‘i -fuck- i don't let those other guys near you because you're mine.’ you moaned out his name. “gyu I'm gonna cum.” he groaned. ‘they won't fuck you like i can , protect you like i can’ he began to fuck up into you. “gyu im cumming!” you screaming out. “cum for me.”
he let out a whimpered like moan as you clenched around him; “fuck i'm gonna cum.” the creature felt himself about to burst. “fuck fuck fuck.” he held you down , cumming deep inside you. “don't say that again.” he said , finally letting your waist go , bruising already forming. “you're mine.”
“You love your boyfriend more than anything; so much so that you decide to pay a visit to him while he‘s on duty, a perfect excuse to gawk at his perfect form and charming self. Unbeknownst to you (like always) the act only causes Taehyun to stress, forced to watch you attract attention like a magnet and have people flirt with you left and right— even your understanding boyfriend has his limits, you know.”
lifeguard!Taehyun x fem!reader
Genre: established relationship, beach au, fluff, smut
Word count: 9.6K
warnings: bimbo/ditzy/feminine mc, mc is called a queencard bc idk, mc gets horny every three seconds, mc has nipple peircings and insane pretty privilege, (I have nothing to say for myself.) everyone in this damn beach wants her, she gets hit on by both men and women. alcohol consumption, (no one gets drunk) use of pet names (baby, my girl etc.) and the words boyfriend/girlfriend, lowkey public indecency.. teasing, possessiveness, a little jealousy.
smut warnings: dom!taehyun, sub!mc semi-public sex, marking, thigh riding, degrading, possessiveness (again!), rough sex, biting, breast play, grinding, oral (f. rec) multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, strength kink, tae picks the mc up, praise, dacryphilia, creampie (lemme know if I should add anything!)
Notes: alternate title: my strange addiction (kang taehyun) this fic is nawt meant to be taken seriously!! (I blacked out halfway through writing and editing this) Can you tell that I have tropes that just have a deathly chokehold on me? Embarrassing…
Kang Taehyun feels his heart stop the moment he sees your car pull up.
A peaceful, thirty-minute break quickly turns into a meditation session the moment he sees your hot pink Porsche convertible pull up, straight from a Barbie movie as the fuzzy dice that hang from the mirror bounce around— even from the top of the hill where the parking lot is at, he’s still able to spot you with eerie ease.
You’re as energetic and bubbly as ever as you exit the car, laughing with your friends as you fail to notice Taehyun’s heated stare; your friends however, are much quicker to catch him, sharing knowing looks amongst themselves and laughing softly.
His face feels hot as he quickly looks back down, his gaze downcast as he goes to scroll on his phone as a distraction— like instinct, he opens Instagram, your newest story popping up on his feed as he finds himself gulping nervously.
Beach day!! >v< the picture is captioned, your bright smile practically blinding as you pose with your friends— you practically steal the spotlight with ease however, especially when you’re wearing a pink halter top with a Hawaiian flower pattern that exposes your breasts perfectly, the dip allowing your gold necklaces to rest in between.
God, Taehyun sighs, running a hand through his hair as he hears your bubbly laugh from a distance, it’s so difficult having such a hot girlfriend.
A hot girlfriend who’s practically an influencer, he adds, counting down the minutes before he has to go back on duty as he remembers how successful your social media page has become. You didn’t mean to do it on purpose— you simply wanted to document your life and style like any other person would— but it seems as though you attracted much more attention than you anticipated.
A few hundred thousand followers and plenty of sponsorships later, however, you quickly found yourself titled a true “queencard”— not that you wanted to be, anyway.
You took your newfound “fame” with a grain of salt however, living your life as normal and continuing to document your lavish and busy lifestyle— in turn, Taehyun asked you to keep your relationship on the more private side.
It wasn’t that Taehyun didn’t want to be seen with you; if anything, he adored showing you off, enjoying the way no one could take their eyes off you whenever you entered a room— off his girlfriend. He was very vocal about the love and pride he held for you, but he also preferred to keep his life away from the media. And like the angel you are, you accepted his wishes without any hesitation.
Like Taehyun, you absolutely adored your partner; you were quite obsessed with him, honestly. If he’d let you, you’d fill your feed with him, your camera roll that was already filled with pictures of him begging to be posted as your mind told you that he could be an influencer as well— because who were you kidding, he’s so smoking hot.
“Girl, you need to stop staring before you start drooling,” Chaewon says, helping Wonyoung unload the bags from the car as they begin to laugh and tease you. You simply whine at her comment, biting your lip before you force yourself to look away; how could someone look so attractive by just scrolling on their phone?
“I can’t help it,” you cry, taking a beach bag from Wonyoung in order to help, “he’s just sooo hot!”
“And you let us know every time,” Wonyoung laughs, nudging your side as she gestures toward the beach before her, “don’t you at least wanna get closer?”
Like an eager puppy, you nod, getting a head start as you walk down the steep path towards the beach; you can hear your friends yelling at you to be careful, but all you can currently think about is Taehyun— Taehyun and his rippling muscles, Taehyun and his tan skin that’ll be left exposed to the hot sun, Taehyun and his chain that you love to tug on when he’s on top of you…
Oh my god, you realize with dread, your thighs rubbing together as you stop to wait for your friends, I’m so horny right now.
The curse of having such a hot boyfriend— you literally got soaking wet from the very thought of him.
The last thing you would do is have your friends realize, however, much too embarrassed to let them in on your more intimate thoughts as you scan the beach, looking past the groups of people for a good spot to settle down; lucky for you, you find a spot between the lifeguard tower and a concessions stand.
“Here here here!” You yell, running towards the spot without hesitation as your friends are forced to keep up; you ignore the feeling of the sand slipping into your sandal pumps, much more distracted by the fact that you’ll be able to see your boyfriend on duty.
Taehyun, ever the innocent victim of your antics, remains clueless as to where you’re setting up at the moment; he sits at the tables on the other side of the concession stand, still scrolling through his phone as he counts down the minutes before he’s on duty once more— sighing, he looks up from his device, his eyes scanning the hill before him as he inevitably finds your car— he can’t help but frown once he sees that you’re no longer there.
Where could you have run off to, he wonders, walking over to the headquarters in order to go back on rotation— he’s unable to stop thinking about you, already dreading how much of a distraction you’ll be to him as he makes his way over to his platform— only to stop, his breath stuttering as he sees the very sight he’s been dreading. (See: fantasizing.)
You’re wearing that same denim mini-skirt that always drives Taehyun crazy— actually, you’re not even wearing it anymore, his teeth sinking into his lip as he watches you strip innocently. The bikini bottom you wear matches your top, the same pink with the Hawaiian flower pattern; the shameful excuse of a bottom barely covers you, yet you don’t really seem to notice as you tie a sheer beach skirt around your hips.
Dangerously, you pull your shirt over your head; and if Taehyun wasn’t flustered enough by your bottoms, the matching top definitely did the trick— how it barely managed to cover you almost impressed Taehyun, his mouth drying as he took note of the way you tied all the strings into cute little bows, adorning your hips and back as your friends complimented you over the cute set— puffing your chest out proudly, Taehyun swore he almost fell to his knees as he took note of the piercings that poked through the thin fabric.
Oh god. He’s screwed.
You and your friends are quick to set everything up; you’re eager to lay back against the towel as Wonyoung runs to the ocean, yelling at the two of you to go with her as she laughs with joy.
“No thanks, I’ll stay here,” you say, getting comfortable as you stretch under the sun, the warmth making you smile as you reassure Chaewon, “Actually, I think the place over there has a mini bar— I might go get a drink.”
With one last goodbye and a yell along the lines of get me one, I’ll meet you there! Chaewon leaves, sand kicking up behind her as she begins to chase after Wonyoung; the two look beyond happy as they enter the water, the sight endearing as you finally get up.
Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun watches like a hawk; he couldn’t get his eyes off you even if he wanted to, the sway of your hips and the shining sun on your skin much too enticing as he watches you leave, bitterly taking note of the way the men nearby begin to drool over you.
Taehyun isn’t an insecure person— he’s far from it, and he knows damn well that you’d choose him over any other man on this beach. But he’s also tempted to run after you, to claim you as his and show everyone just how much you like him— but he remains professional, feeling his ears turn red as he snaps out of his lewd fantasies.
You haven’t even talked to him, but he’s already feeling desperate for you.
Being a lifeguard has its perks— today’s perk comes in the form of his tall seat, being able to get a good look at the whole beach, and you. More specifically, the way you cutely lean against the counter of the bar, pouting like always as you take a second to stare at the menu.
“So…” you trail off, pursuing your lips before you’re smacking your lips, tapping your ID rhythmically against the wood as you feel the worker staring at you intently, “I’ll just have two margaritas. And a water. Please?”
The worker before you is bright and quick to work as he nods, stumbling over his feet for a second before he’s making you your drink; you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone work so fast as he hands you your order, sliding over an ice cold water bottle as well.
“Thank you! How much do I owe you?” You exclaim, placing your purse over the counter as you begin to dig for your wallet; only for him to interrupt you, stuttering out a quiet Oh, wait, as you look up at him with innocent doe eyes, waiting for him to continue.
“It’s on the house,” he smiles, watching as you can only let your jaw drop at his words; unsure of what to do, you glance back at your order, left speechless as you take a second, only to look back up at the worker in surprise.
“Really?” You ask breathily, tilting your head as you lean in closer to read their name tag— Jay simply nods, smiling sweetly as they reassure you that you don’t need to pay, “Oh, you’re so sweet!”
You’re laughing at the way Jay turns slightly red, surprised at his kind act as you ask one last time if it’s really okay— he reassures you once more, opening his mouth to say something before another customer is approaching, taking his attention as he reluctantly leaves your side.
Taking a sip of your drink, you can’t help but feel the smile stuck on your face as Chaewon finally appears to join you; she’s soaking wet as she stands with you under the shade of the bar, thanking you with a cute smile as she takes the margarita you hand her.
“How much? I’ll pay you back,” Chaewon says, gesturing at the drink before her as you simply shake your head in response.
“No need. It was free!” You say, giggling at the way Chaewon looks at you incredulously.
“Free?” She echoes, watching as you only nod eagerly in response, “how?”
“Dunno,” you say, licking at the rim that’s dusted with sugar, “that Jay guy was just really sweet!”
“Or attracted to you,” Chaewon muses, nudging you playfully as she gives you a mischievous grin— she laughs as you shake your head defensively, painfully unaware of your pretty privilege as you fail to notice the way Jay glances back at you, clearly hoping to talk to you again.
“I got this for Wonyoung,” you say, gesturing to the cold water bottle that’s currently dripping over the counter, “gonna go give it to her, wanna come with?”
Chaewon shakes her head, gesturing to her unfinished drink as she tells you to go ahead; watching you go ahead, she waits for you to get out of earshot, turning to the employee before she’s narrowing her eyes at him.
“Can I get a water please?”
Without another glance, Jay nods— “That’ll be one-fifty.”
Barking out a laugh, Chaewon grins, proving her theory right as she watches Jay turn red from the realization that she caught on— being friends with you proved to come with more benefits than she realized, she thinks, biting back another smile as she goes to drink her margarita. Turning around, she watches you fondly— and more specifically, the way you begin to walk past the volleyball game that’s going on, making your way back to your setup as the men playing begin to take notice of you.
“Hey baby,” a man calls out, drawing your attention as you simply hum politely in response, “Why don’t you come play with us?”
You can only muster out a soft laugh at that, shaking your head as you ignore the way your body begins to heat up from all the attention; shyly, you refuse their offer, unsure of what to say as you feel their eyes taking you in slowly.
“Oh, I’m not that good,” you say, shaking off their amused laughs as you hold Wonyoung’s water bottle close to you, feeling the perspiration drip onto your forearm, “I probably wouldn’t be very useful on your team.”
Your response is genuine; you know you’re not good at volleyball after countless failed attempts to learn, much more content sitting on the sidelines and watching your perfect boyfriend absolutely dominate during his games— the thought is enough to have you fighting back a fond smile, brought back to reality by the way the man talking to you takes a step closer to you.
“ ‘s okay, I can teach you,” the man grins, spinning the volleyball expertly in his hands as his teammates nod in agreement. You’re unsure of how to refuse them now, but a sudden sharp whistle is taking all of your attention as your head whips to the source of the sound.
You practically feel like an overexcited puppy as you spot Taehyun, on duty and scolding a group of teenagers for who-knows-what. Without another thought, you run over to him, leaving the group of men who can only call for you to wait— their words fall deaf on your ears as you feel your heart beating faster, calling out his name and watching as he finally spots you running over to him.
“Hyun!” You say, waving cutely as you watch him smile fondly at you— you think your heart could burst as you practically jump into his arms, feeling him stumble back from the impact as you throw your arms around his neck fondly.
“Taehyun!! Baby, hi!!” You say, bouncing on your feet as you pull away to pepper kisses on his cheek; all he can do is laugh as he falls victim to you, muttering a soft “okay, okay” as he pats your back fondly.
“Baby, baby, I’m still working,” Taehyun reminds you, watching you pull away with a small oh right, that tumbles from your lips. His hands are still on your waist as his fingers trace over the fabric of your beach skirt, and you can’t help the way you burst into giggles as you take him in.
“What, what’re you laughing at?” He asks, brows raising as he tilts his head curiously; you can only shake your head, wiping the bottom of your lip as you attempt to calm down.
“My lip gloss is all over you,” you say, watching as he simply laughs at your comment, his dimple on display as he reaches up to rub at his cheek— it barely works, but he doesn’t seem to mind much as he finally lets go of you.
“Did you get yourself a drink, pretty?” He says, nodding his head at the water bottle you hold in your hands; you nod, smiling happily as you recount the events that happened in your head.
“Yeah, the worker there is super sweet,” you gush, glancing back at where you see Chaewon still leaning against the counter, waving at you happily as you’re quick to return the gesture, “he gave me my drinks for free.”
“Did he now?” Taehyun asks, raising a brow at you as he watches you nod innocently. Glancing back at the shop, he sees Jay, who can only avert his eyes and hide from his sight. Looking back at you, his gaze softens as he takes in the way you practically glow under the sun, “that’s very nice of him.”
Taehyun wishes nothing more than to be able to go back off duty and enjoy his time with you; instead, he needs to wait another four hours before he can properly show you just how happy he is to see you— unbeknownst to you of course, much too eager to be outside on such a nice day as you ramble about things with no clear end in sight.
“I need to go back to work, baby,” Taehyun sighs, smiling at the way you begin to whine immediately, “I know, I know— I wish I wasn’t working today either.”
Bringing you in closer, he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose before he’s taking a step back, the dazed smile you send him enough to have his heart fluttering as he returns it without a thought.
“ ‘m just happy I get to see you.”
His words clearly affect you as you attempt to stutter a response, hitting him with a whine the moment he tries to laugh at you fondly— you can tell he’s reluctant to leave, but the same group of teenagers as before seem to be causing a ruckus once more as he sighs, bidding you goodbye before he’s off.
You can only stand and stare with dismay, pouting as you watch him turn his back to you— his toned, broad back, with a waist so small you’d do anything to wrap your arms around it— or even better, your legs…
You groan as the same dangerous train of thought begins to hit you, your eyes squeezing shut as you force yourself to turn around— to walk straight to where Wonyoung lays without glancing back at your boyfriend, the task much harder than you’d think as you hear his sharp voice scolding the group of teenagers.
He sounds so hot, you think to yourself, wanting nothing more than to run away with your man and have him fuck you stupid behind the concession stand, oh my god, I want him so bad.
“Wow, this thing is freezing,” Wonyoung says, taking the water bottle from your hands gratefully. Watching as you slump down next to her, Wonyoung pauses, trying to guess what might be wrong before she follows your line of sight.
“Ah,” she mutters, taking a long drink from her water before she sighs, “Are you sad you can’t talk to your boyfriend?”
“He’s being professionalll,” you groan, throwing a hand over your eyes as you lay back, the pout forming on your face second nature at this point, “I just wish he’d stay over here!”
“It’d be a danger to the public if he just stopped doing his job,” Wonyoung reasons, watching the way you reluctantly agree with her, “plus, it was your idea to visit while he was on duty.”
“I didn’t think he’d look so fucking hot!” You admit, crossing your arms over your chest in defeat as Wonyoung simply laughs in amusement. Opening your eyes, you’re surprised to find Chaewon looming over you, a smile on her face as she takes her seat on her towel beside you.
“You always think he looks hot. Also, the bartender over there totally wants you.” Chaewon pipes up, calling Wonyoungs name as she gestures to the water bottle in her hands before gesturing back to the mini-bar.
“Don’t tell me,” Wonyoung says, staring down at the item in her hand as Chaewon nods in confirmation, “wow, that’s pretty impressive.”
“It’s nothing, he was just being nice!” You refute, ever an airhead and your friends simply shake their heads in response, “It’s true!”
“He didn’t bother looking back in my direction once you left,” Chaeryeong points out, glaring playfully at Wonyoung who laughs at her comment, “not to mention, those guys playing volleyball were literally drooling over you.”
“Wait, I saw that— I was kind of scared for a second,” Wonyoung admits, Chaewon nodding along as she confesses that she was about to jump in when you finally managed to escape, “you’re so lucky you managed to leave before things got weird.”
To be honest, you stopped listening around that last part— well, it’s not like you weren’t listening, it’s more like you weren’t really contributing to the conversation as you take notice of Taehyun, more specifically the way he’s playing with a child around the shallow end of the ocean, watching as he manages to make the child laugh, his eyes bright and fond as he takes good care of the toddler.
The sight practically has you melting, and you’re forced to bite your lip to suppress your smile— but then again, you’ve never really been good at hiding things— especially with the way you find your friends looking in the direction you are, the two of them sporting knowing smiles as they exchange a look.
“Oh girl,” Wonyoung sighs, going to lay on her back as she puts on her sunglasses, “you’re drooling again.”
Shit, you totally were.
-♡-
The next three and a half hours pass by painfully slowly— for Taehyun, at least.
It seems that you’re finally able to take your eyes off him after a period of adjustment, and he’s able to watch from his post as you enjoy yourself in the ocean, splashing around with your friends as the three of you have fun and remain carefree.
Carefree is probably one of the last words Taehyun would use to describe himself at the moment— it was a given that being a lifeguard was unpredictable and difficult, but being on duty while having his hot girlfriend that attracted attention like a magnet there with him was next-level.
He couldn’t even begin to count the number of times someone managed to hit on you in the past hour— from what he saw, at least— it was ridiculous, really, even more so because you were never able to pick up on it. Ever.
Taehyun couldn’t take his eyes off you for one second without a new person approaching you; he chalks it up to both your beauty and the fact that you’re one of the most approachable people Taehyun has ever met.
He’s never been happier to own sunglasses than today— or else you definitely would’ve caught him watching carefully as a random woman your age offered to put sunscreen on you, your friends back in the ocean as you opted to take a moment to rest under the sun instead.
“Your swimsuit is so cute,” she told you, her voice filled with a flirty lilt as it managed to travel to Taehyun’s ears; you had been as clueless as ever, holding your top up with your hands as you allowed her to untie your string and lotion your back— he tried to give this random stranger the benefit of the doubt, but it was really difficult to with the way she massaged you gently and leaned over to speak into your ear.
“Are you single?” The implications of her words barely registered in your head before thoughts of Taehyun were overpowering your brain, a smile involuntarily tugging at your lips as you tried to hold back your giddy giggles in order to answer.
“She’s not.”
You could feel the woman’s hands still on your shoulder as the two of you looked up, your smile only widening as your eyes met Taehyun’s— at least you think, he was currently wearing sunglasses. (Which he looked really hot in, of course. You think you would’ve jumped on him by now if it weren’t for the risk of you flashing the entire beach.)
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the woman behind you said, laughing nervously as she quickly went to stand; you couldn’t help but be confused by the way she hurriedly said goodbye to you, but all your questions were answered once you turned around to meet Taehyun’s irritated face, his brows pulled together in a frown as he let out a soft tsk.
“Hyun, are you jealous?” The question is enough to have him snap out of his daze, blinking wildly behind his shades before he’s pushing them up and onto his head, pushing his wet hair back and exposing his forehead as he did; looking down at you, he can’t help but soften at the sight of you and your cute wide eyes, letting out a soft chuckle before he’s patting your head fondly.
“No, I’m not.”
You watch as he settles down behind you, taking the previous woman’s spot as he murmurs for you to turn around. You’re facing forward once more, taking in the pretty sight of the beach as you shift on your knees, sitting back on your legs as you wait for him to do something.
“You looked pretty jealous,” you muse, looking down to watch as he takes the sunscreen bottle that was left at your side; the smell of the lotion fills your senses once more as you hear him open it, squeezing some on his palm as the sound of his airy laugh reaches your ears.
“Well, it’s not exactly nice to watch another person feeling up my girl,” he reasons, watching as you straighten up at his comment, “why didn’t you ask your friends for help baby?”
“Mmmh, they’re busy and she offered to help,” you confess, shivering at the feeling of the cold lotion against your shoulders, “and she was not feeling me up.”
Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun can’t help but feel frustrated at your comment— your naivety made it difficult to make a point sometimes, and this was one of those moments as he was unable to stop the deep sigh that escaped him.
“She wasn’t?” He asks, and you can’t help but gasp as you feel his touch become further; fingers digging into your flesh, massaging your shoulders tenderly as he leans in close to whisper into your ear, his hands roaming your body so slowly you think you might melt, “so what do you feel now that I’m doing it?”
Horny.
“I… I feel like I’m in the wrong,” you admit, stuttering softly as he begins to come back up to your shoulders, his dainty hands going past your collarbones and down your arms; slowly, he makes his way down, leaning forward as he does so until he’s pressed firmly against your back— his firm chest against your back, his hands reaching for your own as he interlocks his fingers with yours.
You can feel his hair tickle against your neck as he presses a slow kiss against the back of your shoulder, biting your lip as you fight back the desperate whine that threatens to escape from you.
“Glad you realize,” he laughs softly, letting go of you and sitting back as he takes a moment to inspect the beach; you can’t help the sadness that fills you as he begins to stand, only to pause as he notices your dejected state.
“Do you need any more help?” He asks slowly, watching as you nod happily before you’re laying down across the towel; he thinks he might lose his job as you look back at him, batting your eyes prettily as you send him a coy smile.
“Do the rest for me?”
Taehyun hesitates. On one hand, it wasn’t very professional of him to lotion up his incredibly gorgeous girlfriend while on duty— not that the public was aware of the fact that you two were together, anyway— but on the other hand…
“How could I say no to you,” Taehyun sighs, kneeling at your side and taking the lotion bottle from you as he decides fuck it— he has half an hour left anyway.
Your skin is warm to the touch; both of you are sighing in contentment the moment his hands meet your skin, massaging the lotion into the rest of your back as he tries to remain as professional as possible.
You, on the other hand, are not doing that great.
If there’s one thing that tests your self-control more than anything, it’s Taehyun— especially Taehyun that has his hands all over you, his touch firm and soothing as he begins to massage the back of your thighs— if he sees you squeeze them together, he doesn’t bother to let on, your mind fogging with horrible and lewd thoughts that would have your boyfriend red and flustered within seconds.
The last of your resolve crumbles the moment his fingers ghost over your waist; dipping under the skimpy string of your bikini bottom, reaching toward the back before he begins to cop a feel— you can feel your breathing begin to pick up as he’s moving up, tickling against your sides before he’s reaching past your top; fingers massaging against the sides of your breasts, cupping what he can before he’s squeezing coyly. Flustered, you bury your head into your arms, listening to the way he laughs teasingly, his hands drifting away just as quickly as they appeared before he’s going to ask you if you’re alright teasingly.
“I need you,” You whine, the words muffled against your arms as you dig your head deeper into your arms.
“Hmm?”
This seems to be your last straw; sitting up, you scramble to keep your top on as you turn around to face Taehyun, taking him in in all his sun-kissed glory, sure that you look beyond flustered and destroyed by now.
“Taehyun, I need you so bad,” you whine out, scooting closer to him as you watch his eyes widen with your unhinged rambling, “I’ve been trying to be good this whole time and distract myself, but it’s so fucking hard because I’ve been wet from just looking at you— Hyun baby, I’m so hmmf—!”
Taehyun is impressed by how easily you’re able to fluster him— he’s sure his ears are completely red as he presses his palm firmly against your mouth, taking in the way you look at him with wide, teary, and fucked out eyes.
He takes a deep breath in order to control the dangerous feeling of desire that flows through him.
Exhaling deeply, he takes a second to look at the clock posted by the headquarters— he feels his body relax with relief as he slowly pulls his hand away from you, giving you a warning look before he gestures at the time.
“Fifteen minutes,” he says, leaning in and muttering the words in his deep, glorious voice, “can you be good for me for another fifteen minutes?”
You think you might die if you don’t take him right now.
“Yeah,” you breathe out shakily, watching as Taehyun laughs at your pathetic state.
“Good,” he says, standing up and getting ready to leave before another lifeguard realizes he’s been talking to you this whole time, “just wait for me, baby.”
You’re a bit dejected as you watch him leave you, back to being his perfect and professional self as he spots abandoned swimming equipment from the rental shop; he can feel your heated gaze on him the entire time, forced to stifle a laugh as he glances back in your direction curiously— you’re shamelessly staring, a pout on your face as you carefully re-tie your top once more.
Please, you think to yourself, choosing to lie back against your towel and clear out your thoughts, your eyes fluttering shut as you take a deep breath, please let these next fifteen minutes pass quickly.
-♡-
Taehyun knows the exact second his fifteen minutes are up— only because you trot up to him like an excited puppy, your beach skirt flowing in the wind as you wave at him excitedly.
“Will you let me clock out at least?” Taehyun asks, letting out an amused laugh as you immediately attach yourself to his side; you give him a quick nod of your head in response, telling him to lead the way as you refuse to leave him anytime soon.
“Missed you so much,” you say, eyes sparkling as Taehyun can only throw his head back and laugh in bewilderment at your comment, “I’m serious! It’s hard to keep my hands off you, Hyunnie.”
“Don’t worry, I feel the same,” he hums, slowing his steps to place a gentle peck on your cheek, “Wait for me? I’ll only be a moment.”
Nodding happily, you tell him you’ll go get him a drink— you know he could use it, taking in his tired steps as he walks back to headquarters with a sigh— turning around, you spot your friends already at the bar, waving you over as you make your way to them happily.
“He’s finally off?” Chaewon asks, watching as you nod with a bright smile on your face, “that’s good. You two can spend some time together now— especially now that the sun is beginning to set.”
“Not that you weren’t already,” Wonyoung teases, watching as you try to defend yourself with useless stutters as she continues to poke fun at you.
“I— can I just get a water?” Giving up on trying to win the argument, you turn back to the same worker from earlier, watching as Jay jumps in surprise the moment your eyes meet his.
“Oh, of course,” he mutters, placing the ice-cold refreshment before he clears his throat, face turning red as he avoids eye contact with you, “you don’t owe me anything, we’re closing soon and the register is already locked.”
Letting out an embarrassed laugh, you can’t help but glance at your friends, feeling your face become hot as they send you sly looks; Jay seems to be just as flustered as you, bowing politely before turning around and resuming his closing tasks— biting your lip, you suppress another laugh, your friends already mouthing things along the lines of I told you so, as you simply push them playfully, looking around to see if Taehyun has come back yet.
“This for me baby?” Taehyun’s hand is warm on your waist as he appears behind you, looking over your shoulder and smiling as you eagerly hand him the water bottle in return.
He’s quick to drink, much thirstier than he realized as he practically begins to gulp it down; he can feel your stare on him the whole time, fighting back a smile as he closes his eyes in an attempt to ignore it.
He looks like a model, you think, watching him fondly with hearts in your eyes; the day hasn’t looked nicer than it does now, the beach almost empty now that the sun has almost set and the weather growing cooler as the waves crash against the shore, the golden rays of the sun practically leave Taehyun glowing. Playfully, he pushes you away, unable to hold back his laugh any longer as he scolds you to stop staring! You can only laugh sheepishly as you try to deny doing so, but you know he’d never believed you from how clingy you’ve been with him all day.
“You’re so sweet Jay,” Taehyun smiles, the said male practically jumping out of his skin at the mention of his name; turning around slowly, he laughs awkwardly, meeting eyes with Taehyun, who snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer as he tilts his head teasingly, “for not charging my girl. I appreciate it.”
“Yeah, of course,” Jay stutters, eyes downcast as he feels his face burning from the attention, “figured it was for you, so I didn’t bother ringing it up.”
Taehyun only hums in appreciation at the man’s comment, slightly irritated at the way he’s able to lie through his teeth so easily; turning away from him, he takes the chance to look at you, smiling fondly and leaning in for a chaste kiss that has you melting against him.
“Gross. Get a room you two,” Chaewon scoffs, covering Wonyoung’s eyes playfully as the two tease you endlessly.
“Gladly,” Taehyun smiles mischievously, rolling his eyes at the way your friends gag in response, pulling you against him as you steady yourself with a hand on his chest, “mind if I steal her away from you guys for a bit?”
“Go ahead,” Chaewon says, waving the two of you away with ease, “bring her back in one piece, please.”
I’ll try, is all Taehyun says, pulling you along and laughing at the way you eagerly follow along with one last goodbye to your friends, clueless to the way Taehyun’s jaw ticks with annoyance as he pulls you away from your friends— and right towards headquarters, making his way to the back of the building, secluded by trees and the hill you came from.
“Tae, what’re we doing here—?” Your sentence is briefly cut off with Taehyun’s mouth against yours, the kiss harsh and desperate as you quickly become a mess of spit, moaning weakly against Taehyun’s mouth as he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip.
The string of saliva that connects you two as he pulls away has you whining breathily, steadying yourself with two hands placed firmly on his shoulders as you allow him to corner you, walking backward as his firm hold on your hips forces you to be pressed against the wall.
“You drive me so fucking crazy,” he growls in frustration, attaching his lips right under your ear as he begins to suck— you’re gasping in response, clinging onto him desperately as you already feel your knees become weak. Pulling away from you, his dark gaze meets yours, heated and sharp as he takes in your fucked out state.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is to have my pretty girl get flirted with by everyone that lays their eyes on her?” He asks, shifting your hips towards him as he slots his thigh between yours with ease, “to just watch it happen because she’s too much of an airhead to realize what’s happening in front of her?”
The whimper that escapes you from his words is downright embarrassing; but it’s enough to have Taehyun’s lips back on yours, eager to keep you quiet as his fingers begin to play with the strings of your bikini.
If there’s one thing Taehyun is an expert at, it’s pleasing you with every part of his body— which is exactly why he’s able to have you turn into a mess under him in seconds, flexing his thigh and bouncing it as his strong hands force your hips down on him more; he’s controlling your every movement, his grip on you bruising as you wonder if it’ll leave a mark on you later.
“You’re already wet,” Taehyun muses, feeling the way you claw at him uselessly, throwing your head back against the wall as you try to set the pace yourself, only to fail miserably, “barely took anything and you’re already dripping all over me.”
The pleasure becomes overwhelming as Taehyun begins to litter kisses all over you, biting at you softly as he slowly begins to make his way down to your breasts; with a breathy moan, you jut out your chest, the sight making Taehyun let out an airy laugh as his eyes flicker back up to your face to watch your expression carefully.
“Such pretty tits,” Taehyun grins, kissing on top of the fabric as he watches your eyes flutter shut, his eyes flickering back down to the metal that pushes against the thin top, “which ones are you wearing today baby?”
“The ones you got me,” you reply, biting your lip as you open your eyes, clouded with lust as you grind a little harder against Taehyun’s thigh, “the heart ones.”
His warm mouth against your breast is enough to have you letting out a sigh of contentment; a hand immediately threads itself in his hair as you feel his tongue laving over your nipple through the fabric, tracing the jewelry carefully as you jut your chest out to him in response. His hand comes up to slip itself under the fabric of your swimsuit, grabbing your breast and squeezing teasingly before he begins to circle your other nipple.
You feel dizzy, his touch practically everywhere as your eyes flutter shut, trying your best to keep your noises to a minimum as you bite your lip— but it’s useless, especially with the way he’s practically on you, his warm body on yours as you’re able to feel his erection against you.
Whining hopelessly, you let go of his hair, allowing your hand to trail down as you get a good feel of his body— his strong muscles, his abs that flex in anticipation as you begin pawing at his swim shorts.
“Please please please,” you cry, slipping a hand past the barriers and stroking his dick slowly, your hips picking up the pace as you hear him groan lowly into your ear, “please fuck me Hyun, I need you so bad and I’ve been waiting so patiently for you…”
“Have you?” Taehyun asks, relishing in the way your hand struggles to keep a pace, shivering slightly at the way you tighten your grip on him for a second, “because all seen today is the way my little attention whore of a girlfriend can’t survive if my eyes aren’t on her for a second.”
“Did you have fun seeing the way everyone else drooled over you?” He asks, pulling your hand away from him harshly before he’s stepping in between your legs, hooking one of them around his waist before he begins to grind against you, “did you like seeing me jealous, sweet thing?”
“I didn’t mean to,” you gasp, feeling him prod against your entrance as he unties your beach skirt with deft fingers, the cloth fluttering to the ground as he begins to grind against you harder, “I didn’t know—!”
“Oh, you didn’t know?” He mocks, taking pity on you for a second before his gaze is hardening again, “you never know, dumb little thing.”
It’s almost shameful how hard your pussy clenches at his words; you’ve made a mess of your bottom as Taehyun groans, eyes catching the way you’ve left a damp spot already.
“God, you really can’t control yourself, hmm?” He asks, cooing at you softly as he takes in the way you’ve already begun to tear up. The sound of distant voices has him pausing, and you feel as though you’re afraid to breathe as your wide eyes meet Taehyun’s.
“Did Taehyun leave already?” The voice is immediately recognizable as Taehyun narrows his eyes, listening to Yeonjun, one of the other lifeguards on rotation today, talk to someone else.
“Yeah… he left a few minutes ago,” Jay responds, and you can’t help but raise a brow as Taehyun takes a step away from you, about to mouth what are you doing? before he’s sinking to his knees before you, throwing a leg over his shoulder as you can only watch helplessly.
“With that one girl?” Yeonjun asks, your eyes widening as you glance over in the direction the sound comes from; you’re quickly brought to the man in front of you as he begins to litter kisses all over your inner thigh, biting the skin softly as he murmurs eyes on me. Shakily, you nod, letting out a shaky breath as the conversation from the two filters back to you two once more.
“Yeah, you saw her?” Jay says— Taehyun’s nimble fingers are undoing the ties of your bottoms with such ease that you can’t help but gasp as the fabric slips off, your pussy left for display as your boyfriend takes in how needy you are with a satisfied smile.
Taehyun’s tongue is warm and teasing as he circles it over your clit, letting his spit coat you freely before he’s pressing firm kisses against your bud— you're forced to slap a hand over your mouth as he begins to suck on it, his tongue running over the sensitive bud as you feel your thighs shaking around his head; his hair is wet and ticklish as it touches the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and you’re forced to concentrate in order to not let an embarrassing sound slip from your lips.
“Man, of course I did— she was fucking hot,” Yeonjun’s confession is enough to have Taehyun working harder, fingers prodding at your entrance and eagerly stretching you out as you choke back on a moan— in any other situation, you would be loud enough that Taehyun would have to stop to tease you about it, but the thought of either of them hearing you was much too mortifying as Taehyun began to slowly pump his fingers.
Your body said otherwise, however.
“I saw you give her those drinks for free,” Yeonjun teased, and you listened to the way Jay simply groaned at the reminder; you, on the other hand, were forced to remain quiet, your eyes rolling to the back of your head the moment Taehyun added a third finger, picking up his pace and bringing you closer to your high as you began to rock your hips against his face subconsciously, feeling his tongue beginning to wander as it licked all over your pussy— curling his fingers, you sighed, feeling the way he flattened his tongue against your clit before he began to pump his fingers once more.
“I thought I’d try to make a move on her or something,” Jay confesses, the embarrassed tone to his voice not lost on you as you feel yourself grow hot— your hand presses harder against your mouth as you reach down to thread your fingers through Taehyun’s hair, pulling him closer against your pussy as you subtly try to communicate that you’re close; he seems to get the hint as he does his best to keep his ministrations up, your eyes squeezing shut as their conversation continues to flow into your ears.
“But that was before I knew she was his girl,” Jay says, sighing as Yeonjun replies with an incredulous seriously? “Yeah, you should’ve seen the way he looked at me when he caught on, man. I was scared for my life.”
You’re sure you know how Taehyun was looking at him— at least, if it’s any resemblance to the way he looks at you now, his eyes filled with pure possessiveness and anger that it has you coming undone in seconds, a weak moan escaping through your hand as you squeeze your eyes shut. Taehyun helps you ride out your orgasm diligently, the lewd sounds of his tongue cleaning you up making you flustered as you cover your face in embarrassment.
He’s sucking teasing marks all over your inner thighs once more before he’s standing back up, prying your fingers apart gently as he whispers for you to look at him; your eyes are needy as you blink up at him, and Taehyun swears you’ve never looked more beautiful as you practically glow before him, his eyes darkening at the reminder that you’re all his— his coworkers could only dream of getting close to you, let alone having you in the position he does now.
“My pretty girl,” he sighs out, smiling at the way you throw your arms over his shoulders, bringing him in closer until you’re pulling him in for a tender kiss— it doesn’t last long however, your breathy whines making Taehyun press against your cunt once more, feeling how much wetter it’s gotten as he begins to kiss you senseless.
“My girl,” he repeats, pulling away to trail his kisses down to your neck, beginning to suck carelessly as he feels you reach down to pull his cock out, “all mine. Mine.”
His sudden possessiveness is new to you as you can only remain pliant under him, allowing him to do whatever he wants with you as he finally aligns himself at your entrance; biting your lip, you bury your head in the crook of Taehyun’s neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel him tease you— rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit, feeling the way you clench around nothing as he grinds against you subtly— it’s enough to have you digging your nails into him, whining into his ear that you need more as you feel his tip begin to nudge at your clit; you think you might lose it as you feel his precum drip all over your cunt, your hips shifting toward him involuntarily to try and chase the feeling.
Your mouth is falling open the moment he’s entering you; stretching you out, sliding in inch by inch as he feels your pussy fluttering around him uncontrollably— he can feel the way you’re gasping against his skin, and he’s hooking your leg over his waist once more as he presses you firmly against the wall of the building.
You’re shaking like a leaf against him; whining for more, biting and kissing at his skin absentmindedly as you grind against him, your cunt dripping and sucking him in as the thought of keeping quiet slowly escapes your mind.
It’s enough to have Taehyun tugging you back, pulling on your hair teasingly before he’s planting his hand firmly over your mouth— his eyes never leave yours, the conversation of the two men nearby muddled in your ears as Taehyun begins to move.
It’s slow at first, the grind of his hips against yours allowing his cock to hit deep into you, the wet sounds of your cunt around him making you feel slightly shy before the thought is completely thrown out the window— you could care less of what’s happening around you as he begins to thrust roughly against you, your body rocking from the motion and your eyes threatening to flutter shut as you feel his cock hit against your sweet spot; but you refrain from doing so, much more entranced by his gaze as he slowly begins to pick up the pace, the sounds that come from you getting more difficult to muffle as you feel yourself getting overwhelmed by the pleasure.
The reminder that there are two people that could hear you has you looking over to where they stand, feeling your heartbeat pick up from the anxiety as you eye that direction carefully— you’re quickly snapped back to reality the moment Taehyun is jerking your head back to him gently, tightening his hold on you as his gaze darkens.
“Eyes on me,” he whispers, rolling his hips just the way you like as though to make a point.
Eyes on him. Eyes only on him, you think, struggling to think anything coherent as his hand reaches up to pull your breasts out from your top, the flesh spilling out and beginning to bounce freely from the way Taehyun is fucking you— the heart jewelry that adorns your nipples shine at him, the sight making your boyfriend let out a weak moan as you feel him twitch inside you.
“So lucky to have you,” Taehyun sighs, reaching over to your other leg as he briefly lets go of your mouth— not before taking one of your hands and placing it over your mouth, pressing his hand firmly over your own as he gives you a stern look— and he hoists you up, leaving you completely at his mercy as he begins to bounce you on his cock, the feeling making you slap your other hand over your mouth as you eyes roll back from the pleasure.
“Stupid little airhead, only has eyes for me,” he rambles, laughing quietly to himself before it breaks out into another moan— he’s practically driving you into the wall behind you as he fucks into you roughly, able to set a much faster pace as he watches your tits bounce in his face lewdly, “god, so glad to have you all to myself— you’re perfect, cute little pussy was made for me.”
You clench down on him at that, feeling as though you’re going crazy from the pleasure— that, and the way your boyfriend looks, feeling your nails dig into your cheeks as you take in his messy, wet hair, his tan skin and muscles that flex from using his strength on you, and his face that’s contorted with pleasure as his lips become bruised with how much he’s biting on them— in an effort to keep himself quiet, he hovers over you, placing his head directly next to yours so he can moan and whisper to you freely.
“Wanna cum?” He asks, feeling the way you’re beginning to clench uncontrollably; frantically, you nod, tears beginning to pool in your eyes as you look at him with pure desperation in your eyes.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he grins, knowing that you’re too fucked to even speak correctly, “mine, and only mine.”
You’re trying to choke back on your sounds as you wonder if doing that is even possible— then he slows down, grinding into you and burying his cock as deep as possible as it begins to kiss your cervix— coyly, he leans down, his hair tickling your collarbone as he wraps his mouth around your breast; circling your nipple with his tongue lewdly, covering it in his spit and tracing over the heart-piercing before he’s blowing air on it— you’re shaking from the feeling of him, unsure of how you’ll do what he asks without blowing your cover completely.
“Hyun…” you whine out quietly for him, sniffling as he slows down his pace, almost stilling inside you as he watches fat tears run down your cheeks with cruel eyes, “Hyun, I’m only yours— I only want you, no one else, promise I only think of you, love you so much…”
The way you’re hiccuping from the effort to choke back on your sounds has Taehyun groaning, taking a deep breath in order not to come before he’s pressing his lips firmly against yours— then he’s resuming his pace, watching as you quickly quiet yourself as your body bounces from how hard he’s fucking you.
It’s too much— you’re falling apart the moment he’s bringing a hand over to circle your clit, supporting you against the wall and holding you up with his other arm as he watches you fall apart, his mouth opening in a silent moan as you tighten around him, pleading breathily for him to cum inside as you do so.
“Yeah? Want me to fill you up?” He asks, riding out your orgasm as he buries his head into your neck, “have you dripping with my cum while other people try to flirt with you? Give you a little reminder of who you belong to, fuck…”
With one last harsh thrust, he buries himself deep in you, finally coming undone and filling you up with his hot cum as you moan against your hand— the harsh bite he leaves on the juncture of your neck has you whimpering weakly, hands becoming limp and falling against his chest as he presses the rest of his body against you, holding you up as the two of you pant and try to regain your composure.
“You’re too good to me,” Taehyun finally sighs out, placing soothing kisses over the place he bit you, listening to the way you laugh softly in response. You’re throwing your arms over his neck as one of them moves to his nape, pulling him away from your neck and bringing him in for a sweet kiss— you’re reluctant to part as you speak, unable to hold back from pecking him between your words as you do so.
“You’re too good for me,” you say, pausing to give him a kiss, irresistible as always as he laughs breathily at your words, “you’re always putting up with me.”
“Not your fault you’re irresistible,” Taehyun smiles, watching as you grow shy under his comment despite the fact that he’s still bottomed out inside you, “I still love showing you off.”
“I wanna show you off too, you know,” you pout, hitting his chest gently before you’re pausing, biting your lip uncertainly as you tilt your head, “if you’re okay with that.”
Taehyun realizes quickly what you’re referring to, unable to stop the fond laugh that escapes him as he takes a second to think.
“Sure. I’d like that.”
It takes a second of you celebrating cheerfully to finally sober up and ask Taehyun to put you down— your legs are wobbly as you feel your face grow hot, his cum immediately leaking out of you as you whine in embarrassment for him to not stare— he can only shake his head in amusement at your antics, helping you clean up with the only thing he’s able to find at the moment.
“Wait, that’s my favorite beach skirt,” you whine, not putting up much of a fight as Taehyun kneels before you, your leg thrown over his shoulder as he cleans you up, placing gentle kisses along your inner thighs as he does so.
“I can wash it,” he replies, unable to hide his grimace as he tucks it away in his pocket; the sight is enough to have you giggling, readjusting your swimsuit and fixing your appearance before you’re hiding behind Taehyun, asking him if his coworkers are gone yet.
“The coast is clear,” he hums, scanning the nearly empty beach as he spots your friends sitting by the ocean, chatting idly amongst themselves.
“You don’t think they heard us, right?” You ask, blinking at him innocently as the belief that you did a good job keeping quiet runs through your head— the sight is enough to have Taehyun soften, letting out a sigh before he’s nodding his head.
“Yeah. You were so good for me.”
Taehyun knows better, though— but he doesn’t really mind, because now he knows that he won’t have to worry about either coworker flirting with you the next time you come to the beach.
