!! pairing: Choi Beom-gyu!Idol x fem!reader!Backup dancer
!! synopsis: You're the new backup dancer and he pulls you into an empty practice room during mic check, claiming he needs to "test his stamina" before the concert.
!! warnings: smut (mdni), sub Reader, soft dom Beomgyu, oral (f & m receiving), pet names, piv, unprotected sex,exhibitionism.
a/n i wondered how long it would be till i put this out. edit it took 3 weeks to get it loves.
You fixed your shorts for what felt like the 6th millionth time. They were rubbing against your thighs in an extremely uncomfortable way, and you had already asked the stylist to put you in a pair of jeans, but by the time she had remembered, the other stylist had made sure they were pinned down.
Beomgyu had been watching you since you left the dressing room. He walked up to you with a mint in his mouth and another one in his hand. "Here, it helps when I'm nervous." You look up at him and smile.
You were one of the newest backup dancers since one of them had torn her back. You had to work twice as hard because you were new. "Thanks, Gyu." You smile as you unwrap the mint and pop it into your mouth. The cool feeling of it against your tongue is refreshing.
One of the other backup dancers walked over to you and grabbed your arm. "Come on, we need to practice really fast just to make sure we got it." She was one of the sweetest dancers. She never made you feel like you weren't as good as the rest of them.
"See you later, y/n." Beomgyu says with a wink, sipping from his cup as you are pulled away.
You get into formation, and despite how uncomfortable you were in your shorts, you move with an ease that reminds you of an ice skater. The moves were the last thing on your mind as you feel Beomgyu's eyes burning into your skin, and you would be lying if you said that you didn't like it, even if it was to the extent of your own self-worth.
After you finish the part that everyone was worried about, you all disperse, and you feel a hand grabbing your wrist. You don't have to turn around to know who is behind you—the smell of mint and his expensive cologne filling your senses.
He drags you into an empty changing room and pulls you in before closing and locking the door behind him. "I need your help with something," he says low, his voice having a husky tone to it, one that wasn't there earlier.
"Sure, what do you need me to help with?" Your thighs clench in anticipation, knowing that whatever he needed, he could have asked in front of anyone without needing this level of privacy.
"Well, this concert is long, and stamina always has to be in check," he says with a smirk as he pushes you against the door that he had closed.
"Oh?" you say coyly.
His lips find your neck, kissing slowly as his thumbs dig into the underside of your breast through your top. His hand finally slips under your shirt, holding onto your waist and pulling you closer as his lips crash against yours. You moan into his mouth, feeling him having his way with you. He bites down slightly on your lip as you grind against him, feeling the way he is hardening under you.
His fingers find the curve of your spine, tracing it upward and earning a shiver from you. "You have been teasing me all day," he whispers in your ear huskily, his hand cupping your ass and lifting you as you wrap your legs around his waist, grinding down harder.
"And what are you gonna do, Gyu?" He carries you to a vanity, placing you down and ravishing your lips again as he unbuttons your shorts, pulling them down and dropping them on the floor before sliding your panties to the side.
"Beomgyu," you whimper as your wet core is exposed to the cold air.
"Yes, baby," he says as he drags his fingers against the slit of your pussy, not giving a single inch of pleasure, only a tease of what could come.
"Please…"
"Please what? Stop? Harder? What do you want, baby?"
"I need you inside me," you moan, arching closer to him, needing him.
He unzips his pants, pulling down his boxers and freeing his leaking cock, which hits his stomach. "Are you ready, baby?" You nod as he rubs his cock against your sopping pussy. The sticky mess coats his cock.
Without warning, he slams into you, a high keen whimper leaving your lips. "Don't be too loud," he says, his lips finding yours and swallowing your moans and whimpers as he moves his hips forward.
The sound of skin slapping fills the room. He breaks apart from you, strings of spit connecting you both as he watches himself disappear inside of you over and over, the sight itself making him throb inside of you. His fingers find your clit and rub it slowly as he snaps forward.
"Gyu, I'm close, I'm so close," you dig your fingers into his bicep as your legs begin to shake. He lifts your leg over your shoulder to hit deeper inside of you. Your moan gets louder, and he smiles at you as tears fill your eyes, but you blink them away to avoid messing up your makeup.
"You like that, baby?" Beomgyu groans as he feels you clench around him in quick succession. "Oh, you're clutching around me, baby. Are you gonna cum on my cock?"
"Mhm," you moan and roll your eyes back as you wrap your arm around his neck, needing him closer the closer you get to cumming.
"Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you cum on my cock," he moans himself as he feels you suck him in. You claw at his arms as you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, moaning louder as you cum, your eyes rolling back and dark spots littering your vision as you cum around him. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum inside this tight pussy." His thrusts get sloppier and slipperier, and long warm ropes of cum hit inside of you.
"Fuckkkkk," he says as he continues to grind on you, still overstimulating you. You tangle your fingers in his hair when a knock scares the both of you.
"Beomgyu, you need to be on stage in 5 mins. Hurry," one of the stage staff says quickly.
"Okay," he says innocently, as if he wasn't buried inside of you.
"Come on, we got to go," you shove him as he pulls out of you with a pop, his cum dripping out of your cunt. His fingers replace where his cock once was, pushing his cum back inside.
"I have to make sure you keep it all," he says, licking his fingers as he fixes his pants and then helps you back into your clothes. "Meet me back here after the concert, yeah?"
"You sure it's a good idea?"
"What am I if not irresponsible?" he says, kissing your cheek sweetly and helping you to the door.
"Fine, I'll meet you." As soon as you walk out of the room, the stylist shoots Beomgyu dirty looks and grabs you by the arm.
"You guys couldn't have waited till after the concert?" she scolds as she fixes your makeup.
!! synopsis: The first thing that you learned in your relationship with Mingi is that he is sensitive beyond belief. You could just brush his thigh and he was already panting. So what if you teased him till he was crying? That doesn't make you bad, right?
!! warnings: smut (mdni), sub Mingi, soft dom reader, oral (m receiving), pet names, piv (STDS ARE A THING BE SAFE!!!), begging and whining and some more begging, overstimulation, crying, degradation if you squint
a/n based on this requested. Thank you anon, I hope this is what you were looking for.
You both sat on your bed as Mingi was talking about his comeback for Golden Hour Part 5, how hard he and the rest of the members had been working and how excited he was for this one, about how it was giving salsa and how he loved the new sound that they had incorporated into it.
All this while, your fingers scratched at his scalp. The sudden tilt of his head signaled where he wanted you next. You smirked to yourself, and yet he kept at his conversation, which was good. But suppose you trail your fingers down his neck till you're tracing patterns into his thigh.
His words caught in his throat immediately. He didn't care how pathetic it sounded because at the end of the day, no one would know, right? Even if anyone found out, he wasn't sure he would be embarrassed. Though it was really hard to think about anything when your fingers trail up his thigh, shaking slightly as he bit his lip.
"What about the new sound?" you say in a cruel tone.
"Baby, I can't remember what I was talking about when you're touching me like that," he whines when your hand finally reaches his bulge, pressing down on it softly. Another collection of whimpers falls from his lips.
"But I'm not even doing anything," you say, pouting as his hips buck up against your hand.
He looks down at where your hand had found home, and you smile as he gets harder as the seconds pass. "Please stop," his big hand wrapping around your wrist.
"Okay." You take your hand off and place both of them in your lap, looking down at them. His hips twitch at the loss of feeling against his dick, begging for more attention—attention it needed after how hard he had been working the whole comeback.
"No, don't do that," he whines, grabbing your hand again, placing it back on his bulge, grinding hard against it. "Don't tease me, please."
You stroke him through his sweatpants slowly. "What do you want me to do?"
A whine left his throat. He hated asking for it; he didn't want to ask. Actually, it was embarrassing to him, even if it didn't matter. It was submitting more so far off what his fans would think of him as a dominant man who doesn't let anyone tell him what to do, yet he was putty in your hands, and you didn't even touch him the way he craved.
"Touch me here," he says as he drags your hand over to his cock where you feel him throbbing against your hand.
"Here?" you ask innocently, rubbing slightly harder. He bucks up into your hand, a whimper ripping from his throat. "Are you sure, Mingi?"
"Yes, please, baby," he moans, throwing his head back, lost in the pleasure that he was barely getting due to the fabric in the way. You stop, and he opens his eyes to look at you as you hook your fingers on his sweats and boxers to pull them down, freeing his dripping cock to the air.
You watch his member twitch, and you take it back into your hand and blow on it, watching Mingi's face twist in a mix of pleasure and discomfort. "What do you think Atiny would think if they saw how whiney you are in bed," you mock. "Do you think they would still bark if they knew you would wear color if I asked?"
"I-I don't know," he whimpers, tears springing to his eyes as you swipe the slit of his cock where more precum drizzles down the length. You slip down the bed, smiling as you slowly lick the salty cum. His eyes lock on yours, a whine slipping out of his throat.
His hips jerk up, hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes water, you gag slightly, you dig your fingers into his thighs, and he moans, "Y/nnn, fuck, please."
You smirk as you hollow out your cheeks and take him deeper in your mouth. You hum at the taste, and he shoots forward and grips your hair. You place your hand on his flexing stomach, pushing him to lay back down on his back. He moans again at the loss of control.
Your nails claw at his stomach as your head bobs faster. His whimpers, whines, and moans become a melody you bob to as you feel his abs tense up and his cock throbbing harder against your tongue. As his moans find a climax, you pull back, watching a steady stream of precum, and smile to yourself. "Y/N, why would you do that?" he whined, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
"I wanna watch you cry when you cum," you say teasingly as you straddle his hips, your lace panties leaving nothing to the imagination as you grind against the lace draping over the tip of his cock. "You think you can do that for me, pretty?"
"Yes, I can, I really can," he whimpers as you pull your panties to the side. Your soaking pussy exposed to the air sends a shiver down your spine. You sink down slowly, every torturous inch for both of you. Mingi's and your groans and moans mingle, lost in pleasure. You watch as his face scrunches in pleasure.
"Fuck, do you feel you stretching me out," you groan.
"Yes, you fe-feel so good," he whimpers out barely, his knuckles going white from how tightly he is gripping the sheets, wandering to grip your hips quickly as you roll your hips forward. Mingi closes his eyes and whimpers out your name. You know he is trying to stop himself from blowing.
"What you're doing, Mingi, is counting sheep," you whisper as you lean your chest on his.
"I'm trying not to cum. I don't want to let you down."
"You're so cute when you work hard to make me proud. You're such a good boy," you say.
You edged him so many times you forgot who wanted to cum more because you were always edging yourself too. Mingi lets out a loud sob. "Please let me cum," he moans, tears rolling down his face. You kiss the tears and smile.
"Cum for me, pretty boy," you smirk as the sound of sloshing skin becomes louder, and your name becomes a prayer falling from Mingi's lips as he spills out into you. His own orgasm triggering your own orgasm as you cum hard on top of him.
His cock twitches inside of you as you roll your hips, overstimulation claiming his bones. "Baby, no more."
⋆˙⟡ this is literally the first one of these i've ever gotten 😭 thank u so much, anon!! i was smiling the whole time filling this out. mwah mwah!! 💋 sending u the biggest little kisses ever ♡
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!! synopsis: When Taehyun and your kids want to know how you both met, he tells them from the very beginning. Reader keeps buying the same ramyeon at Taehyun’s family store at 2am; he finally works up the nerve to ask why she’s always alone. He offers to walk you home, and the rest is history.
a/n: First little fluff and I loved it, and I need to make 20 more, but till then, enjoy. Also, we are getting the keys on Wednesday, so idk how active I will be. Oh, and my birthday is on the 8th, and my mom is giving me 100 bucks, crazyyyyy kisses.
Kai was sitting criss-cross on the floor in front of Taehyun as he was bouncing Penelope on his knee when you walked in.
“Appa, how did you meet Eomma?” Kai asks, his eyes staring at him in adoration.
“Well, that’s a long story, buddy.” He chuckles softly to himself, barely able to believe that was almost 10 years ago. “If you go brush your teeth, I’ll tell you the story.”
“Really!?” He jumps up, stumbling slightly and running face-first into your stomach. “Oh, sorry, Eomma.” He smiles softly at you. You feel your heart warm at the smile he gives you, as it looks just like his father’s, and you bend down and kiss his cheek.
“It’s okay, my sugar bug.”
“Eww,” he groans as he wipes his cheek. “I’m five now. I’m older now.” He huffs cutely as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“Oh, really?” You raise your eyebrow. “Why don’t you scram and do what Appa asked you to do?” you tease. Kai pulls you down and kisses your cheek and runs away to the bathroom.
“Hey Eomma,” Taehyun says softly as Penelope begins to fuss again. You walk over to them and trade the baby as you bounce her on your hip. “What, no kisses for Appa?” He pouts at you. You lean down and press a quick kiss on his lips.
“Happy?” You mutter with your nose against his.
“Very,” as he rubs his nose against yours and smiles.
“Eomma, Appa, stop kissing! It makes me sick,” Kai exclaims as he walks into the room with toothpaste at the corner of his mouth.
“Sorry, buddy.” Taehyun pats his knee. “No more Eomma and Appa kissing.” He helps Kai as he climbs on him.
“Story! I brushed my teeth,” he says, bouncing up and down.
“Okay, okay.” He looks over at you as you sit down next to him and smiles as Penelope snuggles into your chest. “Ten years ago—”
“Ten years ago.” He pulls up his fingers, counting to ten. “I wasn’t even born yet.”
“Yeah, that’s right. You weren’t even born yet. I had just graduated from college, and I was working at the store for Appa.” You close your eyes as you remember the way the hot sun felt on your skin and the cool of it when you walked into the store for the first time. You saw the shy boy behind the counter as he was doing a word search, and you knew you had to have him. “And that is where I saw you, Eomma, for the first time.”
“Really? Did Halbae see her?” Kai looks up at his father.
“No, see, she would come in at 2 a.m. every night.”
“2 a.m.? Is that morning or night?” Kai questions, looking over at you.
“That’s very early in the morning, but that was what time Eomma got off of work.”
“Eomma, why would you work so late!?” He scolds.
“Well, the hospital at the time—and kinda still is—they didn’t have enough people to work, so Eomma did.”
“Oh,” he sniffles. “Well, what would you get at the store?”
“I got Cheesy Ramyeon and coconut water,” you say as you remember the way Taehyun had looked at you and the way his eyes reflected the spark in your eye.
“Every night without missing a beat,” Taehyun says as he pushes Kai’s hair out of his face. “She would be wearing this huge yellow hoodie that she was drowning in, and she would get her ramyeon and coconut water and buy them and leave.”
“That’s it?” Kai looks between the two of you in confusion.
“Well, yeah. It was like that for 4 or 5 months. Eomma was really shy,” you say quickly. “And I wanted to see how long it would take your Appa to talk to me.”
“But one night, it was raining so hard that it sounded like rocks were falling out of the sky, and Eomma came in soaked in her yellow hoodie. I felt bad, but it felt like a frog was stuck in my throat, so I didn’t say anything. So when she came up to the counter, and she was getting ready to leave, I grabbed her hand.”
You smile at the memory of the feeling of his shaky fingers intertwining with your steady ones. “And he said, ‘It’s raining really hard out. Let me walk you home.’ I said yes, of course, because it was pouring, but I really did want to hang out with your Appa.”
“And on this walk, I asked her, ‘Why do you always buy the same ramyeon every day?’ and your Eomma said, ‘Well, because I wanted to share them with someone.’”
“She said that?” Kai’s eyes widen.
“Yeah, your Eomma is very smooth, and when it came to me, she had me wrapped around her finger, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“On that walk, your Appa talked and talked about music, the store, his family—he spilled it all out—and I realized that he wasn’t the shy boy behind the counter. There was so much to him that no one but I would know.” You look over at him and smile.
“Once we got to your Eomma’s apartment, she invited me upstairs to eat ramyeon with her. We both ate out of the pot with one pair of chopsticks since she didn’t have any plates, and she talked till the morning.”
“That whole night you guys didn’t get tired?” Kai yawns.
“Oh, Kai, we were tired, but we didn’t want to stop talking to each other. We wanted to get to know each other on a deeper level than anyone else,” you say softly.
“And on my walk back to the store, I realized how head over heels I was for you, Eomma.”
“And I kept coming to the store like that for 6 months until we both admitted that we were dating, and even after, till we moved in together.”
“And then we got married and had you and your baby sister.”
Kai rubs his eyes. “Eomma.”
“Yes, sugar bug?”
“Can we have ramyeon and coconut water for breakfast tomorrow?”
was wondering if maybe a crossover fic👀 with ni-ki, nico and maybe intak👀 all of of including the reader a little tipsy and maybe trying about the readers fantasy about a foursome 👀
Wait....This is such a good one i could kiss you.
Request Received ✓
Title: could we stay up for hours?
Starring: Nishimura Riki (西村力) + Wang Yi-xiang (王奕翔) + Hwang In-tak (황인탁)
Requested By: luvirkiiiii
Guys, I promise the fic that I am working on will be out tomorrow. I wanted it to be out today, but no...I got super busy, and then this fic is long as hell, but I know for sure it'll be out tomorrow
