Summary: Qifrey shows you how to make yourself cum in front of the mirror.
A/N: Hello! First time writing for Witch Hat Atelier. I hope it's good! It was lots of fun to write. I hope you enjoy. As always, comments are appreciated <3 Shout out to @starvverie for talking about this with me <3
Your face is warm all over as you glance away from the mirror in front of you. You’re trying to focus on something else, anything else other than the sight in front of you.
You, naked with your legs spread while Qifrey sits behind you, fully clothed. His head is tilted slightly to the side as he analyzes you. It makes you feel so small when he does that. It's probably why he does it.
“Come on, sweetheart. You aren’t looking.”
Your brows furrow instantly at the name. He knows just how to rile you up. “I-I know,” you reply, voice meek and foreign to your own ears. “Don’t wanna.”
Qifrey must not like that answer. He hums quietly, as if pondering your show of disobedience. He runs his hands up your thighs, and down your calves, easily reaching every inch of you. When he’s got you spread just a little bit more, his hand finds its mark. Right between your thighs where you’re getting wet embarrassingly fast.
“You don’t wanna see how good we’ll make you feel?” You show a tinge of doubt in response. Qifrey uses his other hand to grip your chin, facing you forward once more.
His pointer and ring finger spread your folds easily, allowing cool air to kiss against your lips. This is mortifying. Just when you think about ripping from his grasp, his middle finger lands on your clit, a shock of electricity running through your system as soon as he makes contact.
Just the right amount of pressure.
You yelp, your legs trying to squeeze shut, but he refuses to let you do that. Qifrey lets go of your face now that he can trust you’re fully entranced, before keeping a palm on your leg to keep you spread.
He clicks his tongue in reply, a subtle hint for you to behave. It’s hard to go on when he does that. You try your hardest to stay still as his finger circles your clit, slowly at first before building up. He’s good with his hands, and he knows it.
It only takes a couple of minutes before you’re moaning, your lips permanently ajar as he spreads your wetness around your cunt. It’s slippery, hot, and so so good. How are you supposed to ever think about touching yourself again? When his fingers exist? Not that he’d complain about offering you assistance.
“You’re getting in your head again,” he notes, pressing down slightly harder.
“C-Can’t stop it, Qifrey.”
“I need your help.” He doesn’t, but he likes to include you anyway, always the bleeding heart.
You arch your back away from his body but his free hand is quick to correct your form. There's no room for any nonsense with him.
“Slide a finger inside for me.”
All the hair on your body stands on edge at his order. That’s exactly what it is. You want to call it how you see it. It isn’t a suggestion, no, it’s what he wants you to do.
You don’t want to disappoint him, of course.
You slither your fingers down your body, shakily bumping against his hand in the process as you maneuver around it to reach your aching hole. He doesn't stop massaging your clit for even a second.
Okay.
Your middle finger slips inside and it feels…alright. It's good to have something fill you up. Your pussy has been begging for it the second Qifrey helped slide your clothes off. It’s just not enough. You whine as you watch the two of you work your body. His experienced finger rubbing circles into you while your hand stutters to keep up the pace, trying to match his movements.
“How’s that?” He asks, ever the inquisitive tutor.
“It’s…” your clit is throbbing against his finger now. You press back into him, letting his smooth robe engulf you. “Good. It’s good…”
He must not believe you. You manage to forget every time, but Qifrey excels at picking up on the small things.
“Are you sure?” He probes, slowing down.
You whimper, your body crying for more.
“No, it’s not enough.” You come out with it, half ashamed that you can’t pleasure your own body enough, and half humiliated that you’re even mentioning it right now. You press in a second finger to see if that changes anything, and it doesn’t.
“It’s okay, darling,” Qifrey coos at you, finding your reaction endearing. “Sometimes you need a little extra help. That’s alright.”
His words are like ice to your wounds, soothing the flames inside of you.
“Let me see your fingers.”
You slowly pull them from your core and Qifrey pauses his movements for a moment to peer at your hand. It’s wet, strings of lust webbing your fingers together. You look at him in the mirror, waiting for any praise or disappointment. He really is beautiful. His lashes brush against his cheeks, bright white shielding his blue eyes. Qifrey shows no tells aside from a tiny grin he gives you in reply.
“Do you want to see how I do it?” He asks, as if there’s any other response aside from yes.
Qifrey uses the hand that hasn't touched your cunt yet to press his middle finger against you, sliding inside. The sensation is immediately different from yours. He’s long. Skin a bit cold to the touch, but entirely purposeful. Qifrey waits until you’re warmed up enough for him before he pushes it in fully. His finger twitches, softly caressing your walls.
It’s hard to save face after that.
Your whines fill the room at an embarrassing pace. He grins softly before using his other hand to continue rubbing at your clit. Both appendages work you up, one slowly fucking into you while the other presses against your swollen nub.
“Is that any better?”
“Yes, oh my god Qifrey,” your eyes are laser focused on his hand's reflection. If you look close enough you can see your slick beginning to coat his flesh.
He chuckles softly in approval before breathing out a sigh, looking entirely too content as he watches the two of you in the mirror.
“You’re being so good for me, did you know that?” He’s quiet as he says it, his praise heating your ears like melted gold.
“W-Wanna be good for you,” you murmur a reply even though you aren’t really sure he was looking for one.
“Think you can continue being good for me?” His pace picks up slightly. “Can you take another finger?”
It already feels like he’s filling you completely, but you want to make him proud.
“Mhm, yes,” your legs tremble while moans escape your lips.
Qifrey eases his ring finger alongside the other inside you, stretching out your cunt carefully. “There you go,” He says under his breath.
He keeps rubbing at your clit, his finger now gliding more easily against you as you continue to leak around his palm. He draws circles, before swiping side to side, then back again all while watching to see what makes you twitch most. The longer he finger fucks you, the more you can feel him press against your back. Hard and big, no doubt leaking into his own pants. Qifrey doesn't show any sign of greed though. He’s only focused on you and your pleasure.
“Sometimes it's good to have another set of hands, hm? You don’t know what to expect when-“ he curls his fingers just right at that moment, sending you reeling. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your hands twitch around, trying to grab onto him as you all but yell out. “-right there, right?” He finishes his sentence as he finds what he was looking for.
You nod dramatically, squealing against him. You can tell that your orgasm is just right around the corner, so close you can almost taste it.
“Don’t worry, I got you,” he continues fucking into you with his fingers, pressing against that mushy spot inside of you all while using his other hand to abuse your clit.
When you refocus your vision you notice that his lips are slightly parted, his gaze locked onto your cunt. Up until this moment you wouldn’t have been able to tell that he was getting anything out of this, his demeanor almost clinical, but now you can see the cracks. You can see the way pink flushes his cheeks lightly, how his breathing has slowly started to pick up.
“Q-Qifrey, I’m gonna, you’re gonna make me,”
His tongue darts out to wet his lips quickly, inhaling sharply at your tone. “Good, you’re so good,” he’s cooing at you now, all while increasing his pace.
It feels like fireworks going off in your body, each cell exploding as you cum on his fingers. You twitch and wiggle against him but he stays on task, guiding you through your orgasm until you relax in his hold once more.
Qifrey chuckles, voice shaky as he slides his fingers from your pussy, holding both palms in front of you. They’re both nearly dripping.
“I’d say we did a good job, hm?” He murmurs with a grin.
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and i had to wonder.......was it even possible for fictional characters to be friends and coworkers with each other? or could we only exist in a world where all dynamics are processed through the lens of the nuclear family?
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he’d gasp, trying so hard to move away from your hands as you relentlessly stroked his cock, grabbing your wrist but having no strength to push you away entirely.
“n-ngh, noona, p-please—“ he’d beg. “too much—!”
“too much?” you’d mock, laughing at how he would arch his back every time you twisted your wrist at every upstroke.
he’s nodding so aggressively. “‘m close!”
it’s so easy to make him cum, ropes of his seed decorating your wrists as you use his release as added lubrication. usually, you’d be slowing down by now, but you don’t stop, hell, your hand moves faster as you keep stroking the poor boy’s spent cock.
“o-oh, what?” heeseung starts convulsing, his body trying to keep away from the sudden onslaught of pleasure. “n-noona, stop! i c-came! a-alre— fuuuuhnck, came!”
you’d laugh, pushing him down by his chest to keep him in place. you don’t stop your strokes, being pushed by heeseung’s delicious moans.
“noonaaaa—!” he cries, tears streaming down his cheeks. “t-too muh, much! i can’tttt.”
“you can.” you tell the boy. “you’re my good boy, aren’t you?”
he’s nodding so aggressively again, trying his best to prove to you how good he is, even when he can barely talk.
“i am, i-i am—!” he shouts, “g-gonna cum ag— ah! a-again!”
you squeeze your fist down on heeseung’s cock, feeling the organ throb as a telltale sign of his orgasm.
“cum, heeseung.”
you didn’t have to tell him twice as he climaxes on command, ropes of his cum shooting from the tip. his back arches, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he does so. then, after a moment, he wilts and collapses on the mattress, absolutely spent.
you pause for a second, letting the boy catch his breath. then, the hand, still on his cock, starts to move ever so slightly.
“h-hn, noona, n-no more, please—“ he tries to beg.
“but i thought you were a good boy?” you fake pout.
“i-i am.” he responds. “b-but—“
“no buts.” you cut him off. “wanna see how many times my good boy can cum.”
Pairing: femdom ! nsfw content creator reader x sub ! flatmate beomgyu, feat. sub ! soobin
Warnings: dom reader, sub beomgyu, mentions of porn, solo masturbation, perv gyu, face sitting, choking on pussy, face slapping, spit kink, nipple play, filming sex, degrading, use of pet names ‘puppy’, riding, overstim, orgasm denial, premature ejaculation, reader is seen as ‘shy’
Synopysis: beomgyu didn’t think he’d ever be into femdom, that is, until he discovers his cute flatmate’s secret nsfw twitter account.
Word count: 6.8k
If beomgyu were to describe his flatmate, the adjectives that first come to mind would be timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate.
Both of you had a list of chores of who took care of what in the flat, stuck colour coded to the fridge, with beomgyu’s main responsibility to take out the bins and sometimes if he’d simply forget to, you’d quietly do it yourself and just send him a small message, 'You forgot the bins. But it's okay I took it out :) <3’ and he’d profusely apologise, 'I'M SOSORRY OMGG', genuinely guilt ridden and promising you he'd definitely remember next time.
You never got angry or irritated with him. In fact, Beomgyu can't even remember a time where he's genuinely seen you angry. Because, that was just the kind of person you were. And that was frankly insane, since beomgyu knew how annoying he can be at times.
You had even taken care of him once when he’d returned stumbling back home, smashed from hitting all the clubs, the goofiest grin spread across his face as he’d nearly toppled into the coat rack trying to take his shoes off. You’d helped him into his bed even though you were asleep before hearing all the ruckus he’d made, beomgyu drunk but very aware of the warmth of your hands on him and the proximity of your body trying to keep him up, steering him into his room.
Even that time when beomgyu was ill with a terrible, hellish sore throat and had skipped his lectures, laying in bed with a miserable pout and croaking like a dying frog, you’d knocked on his door, asking him if he was okay and even made your own concoction of honey and lemon juice hot water for him to drink, telling him it’d make him feel better. It did, and it also had made his heart flutter embarrassingly too much for someone who only received a homemade remedy from their flatmate. (He may or may not have nearly cried after you left, but the gesture had gone straight to his heart ! And being sick always makes him really emotional and dramatic, especially since he’d felt lonely the whole day, wallowing in self pity under the covers.)
And when beomgyu has stressful end of semester exams and stays for late hours cooped in the library, too tired and broke and thinking of just skipping dinner, you even leave some of your food you’d made for yourself for him when he comes back. He’d eat it all, finding he was actually extremely hungry, cheeks full and chest warming in gratitude, sending you a sleepy 'Thank you so much >_< !' before faceplanting into his pillow and dozing off.
Now, Beomgyu wasn’t a terrible flatmate himself, and actually, beomgyu prides himself in being pretty clean and organised. Nothing makes his eye twitch more than when the cupboards and fridge are all cluttered with food and filled with expired jars and he’s always the one to rearrange them, lining up all the items. Beomgyu puts everything into different categories and shelves that make sense for them to be, shooting you a proud look whenever you notice, but sometimes, yes, at times he can just be a little forgetful. But he doesn’t mean to be.
Beomgyu does try to do things for you too and he likes doing it too like, making you a coffee when he sees you still up and studying, sending you encouraging messages in the morning when he knows you have exams telling you ‘you’ve got this ! Fighting !!’ with a string of silly emojis. He asks if you need anything when he’s going out to do his weekly shop of necessities. And when he did his laundry, he’d knock on your door, asking you if you have your own clothes you wanted to toss for the wash too, because he really doesn’t mind also doing yours. So, he really hopes you don’t think he’s the worst flatmate actually, because he tries.
Were you guys close? He’d say you were partially, pretty close. Close enough to watch things on the tv in the shared living room often together. You’d chat then too and he’d make you laugh with his commentary, trying to get you out your shell just a little more. Close enough to eat together sometimes and talk about random things. Close enough to swap playlists and exchange each of your favourite songs of the week. Close enough that you’d both grumble about your subjects together, complaining about assignments.
Sometimes, you even walked to campus in the mornings together when your lectures lined up, your steps matching his, both of you walking a bit too close, your bag bumping into his side every now and then as you chatted about whatever, dropping you off at your lecture hall before making it to his hurriedly. Those walks always felt way too short to him.
All in all, beomgyu would say you were an amazing flatmate. He’s lucky to have been randomly selected you to share with. Some people got stuck with nightmare flatmates who stole food, that didn’t clean after themselves, and threw loud parties at 3am. You were more like, the dream flatmate.
And beomgyu also won’t lie and say he hadn’t maybe, just maybe, perhaps, developed the tiniest crush on you somewhere along the way. Because he may have. Really minuscule though, basically microscopic. Barely even there. Nothing to worry about at all. But what can he say, you were so cute and sweet and calming ! Like a momentary gentle, blissful breeze in his chaotic world of tropical cyclones.
So, you can only imagine how Beomgyu reacts one night when he’s scrolling through his anonymous twitter account he uses solely for viewing porn, slightly horny and frustratedly crazed by now when he can’t find a good enough video to jerk off to. Everything he had bookmarked just wasn’t doing it for him, he’d watched them all so many times, countless times, it was just boring, uninspiring, so dull now.
He attempts to find new material, digging deeper, desperately looking through the accounts he follows for something decent, even clicking on the accounts that they’ve quote retweeted from and the accounts that they’ve retweeted from and so on, and so on.
Come on, something, anything to get him off so he can finally go to sleep. But it’s all the same repetitive, bland shit, fake moans, overacting, terrible angles, somethings just downright concerning. Beomgyu huffs as he swipes out of yet another video. And he’s about to surrender for the night, having totally given up when-
Beomgyu blinks and pauses, then squints, tilting his head.
He sees something. It’s a short clip, no longer than thirty seconds, shaky camera, pretty bad lighting and shit quality, but it catches his eye: a woman her back facing the camera, their pretty hand pumping a dude’s cock, but not nicely. Like, meanly ? The dude’s wrists were tied together too with a pink silk ribbon as he begs, thighs trembling and he was sobbing. Actually…sobbing. The woman speaks saccharinely to him, voice low and commanding “Don’t you dare cum unless I say you can, ‘kay?”
Beomgyu’s stomach does a weird flip.
Huh.
He’s never seen something like this before. Now, he’s not a completely vanilla person, he admits, but he’s never thought of this. It’s not exactly his usual cup of tea, he thinks? Beomgyu’s thumb hovers contemplatively, then he presses the button to the username of the original account a little too swiftly.
He views the whole profile, it’s a ‘femdom’ account. He clicks curiously on the most recent video and beomgyu’s jaw completely drops in pure, utter, sheer bewilderment once it loads.
What. The. Living. Fuck.
“Owww! Fuck! Ugh…” Beomgyu rubs his nose, scrunching his face in pain as, in his absolute shock, had accidentally smacked his phone right onto his face. Then he lifts his phone again just to check once more. He’s hallucinating, he’s sleep deprived, so horny he’s gone into some psychosis maybe—no, he’s right.
Beomgyu’s world has imploded.
The video had loaded and it was much clearer, the girl’s face much more visible.
That—it almost looks like—you. His flatmate. It has to be you. It must be you. It looks exactly like you. It’s definitely you. And he’s so sure of it because the woman is also wearing the exact bracelet you never take off, the one you had told him was gifted by your grandmother.
His timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate flatmate. Except, you’re spitting filthy, dirty, commanding words beomgyu didn’t even think you’d have knowledge of, much less would ever say. And you’re domming the shit out of a dude. You. What is going on…?!
You’re calling the guy pathetic, telling him to beg harder, your hand relentless around him as he squirms, sobs, drools for you. The way you looked while pumping this guy’s dick, your demeanour, your voice, sweetly taunting, it was so far removed from the you beomgyu thought he knew, that beomgyu genuinely thought he was in some kind of alternative universe right now.
What’s worse is that the scandalous words you’re spewing to the other guy has beomgyu’s cheeks heating up extremely fast, a flush crawling all the way up to his ears, and what you’re doing makes beomgyu’s dick give a sharp, embarrassing eager twitch at the sight. Oh, fuck no. No. He couldn’t. No. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. This was you ! But, everything you were doing, you were so terrifyingly hot. And beomgyu found himself weirdly hard as hell, aching and straining against his pyjama bottoms, considering every other porn clip he’d been going through hadn’t prior.
Beomgyu couldn’t help himself. He was trying for this the whole night. He was so needy and horny now and it was starting to hurt ! He knows he’s going to hell for this, he knows he’s a pervert, a creep, the worst flatmate in the world right now, but, fuck it. He’ll condemn for his sins later, he’ll never do it again, he’ll never look at your account ever again, he’ll erase it from his memories after this, he just needs this so bad right now.
And so, beomgyu’s hand goes straight down his plaid pyjama bottoms with the most embarrassingly, disgusting desperation he’s ever felt, hurriedly wrapping his hand around his dick, jerking himself off frantically. He slaps his other hand over his mouth so he doesn’t make a noise, so you wouldn’t hear him jerking off to you in the next room as he watches you ruin another dude on his phone.
Beomgyu’s mind is screaming. What are you doing, what are you doing, this is your flatmate, you’re going to hell, you’re insane !
But it just feels too good, his hips jerking up into his palm, eyes glued to the screen as you staunch off the other guy’s orgasm, slapping his balls and Beomgyu’s never been more turned on in his life. He’s moaning into his palm, muffled, shamefully as he fucks into his fist, and it’s so humiliating that this is what finally does it for him, of all things. It’s so, so wrong. But beomgyu is too far gone to care at this point, hips stuttering as he continues to move his hand over his cock, teeth biting down on his palm so hard and pressing it further to his mouth so you really can’t hear him whimpering.
Beomgyu cums pathetically fast. Mortifyingly fast. For some reason, the thought of him in that guy’s place, you saying those things to him instead, had made him cum even harder, spilling thick ropes of cum all over his fist. He pants, his bangs sweaty and sticking to his forehead, chest heaving and staring at his ceiling in stunned silence, he feels like he’s ascending, like he could go to heaven.
That is, until the post nut clarity hits, and—no, it’s definitely hell he’s going.
He feels repulsive, guilty, filthy.
It was a one time thing, a slip up, a moment of weakness, it’d never happen again.
That’s what beomgyu had promised himself, but then the night came once again and he couldn’t find a good enough clip to get him off once more, the porn still unsurprisingly abysmal. He bit his lip, internally struggling with himself, angel and devil debating with each other on his shoulder, but alas he chose the devil’s side and quickly typed your username into the search bar.
It started to become a regular occurrence. It was the only thing he could jerk off to anymore. He was addicted, obsessed.
He’d never really looked at femdom stuff before, never thought he’d be into that. It felt too intense. Too embarrassing. Too emasculating. He was the one in charge, right? He liked being in control. Maybe he’s not even into it, maybe it’s just the absurdity of it all, the taboo-ness, the fact it’s just his cute flatmate he’s always had a crush on making porn, not the actual femdom aspect of it, no.
And yet, beomgyu, who said he’s never been into this kind of stuff, was still jerking off to every single one of your videos every night.
He feels guilty, he really does. Especially when you were still your sweet self, when you’d still do all these sweet things for him, when he’d see you cooking in the kitchen and the images of the videos he’d been watching and him moaning into his pillow came to mind. He still found it shocking that you were the same person. It was totally disorienting.
But technically, your videos are made for people to jerk off to it, you make your money off of it, you profit off of it, it’s not like he’s the only guy doing this, in fact, he’s increasing your view count, boosting your engagement. He’s helping you ! Could even think of it as one of the many ways beomgyu tries to do things for you in return. Yeah, yeah…
It makes sense now, how you had so much random expensive shit and collected things as a college student. He just always thought you had super rich parents or something.
You always filmed the videos with the same guy too and beomgyu recognised him as Choi Soobin, another student in your course and he’d frequent your room or you’d say you were going to his and studying with him but you were probably filming porn with him this whole time. He thought you guys were just friends. Were you dating? With the brief hi’s and small talk he’d have with soobin when he was at the flat, he’d always fucked with him, thought he was a pretty chill, cool guy. But now, every time, you’d say you were going to meet up with soobin, it filled him with this annoyance at the name. Fuck soobin, man. Why does soobin get to see that side of you? Why couldn’t it be beomgyu?
He wished you’d put him in his place, he was so jealous of soobin, he wants to know what it feels like in real life too. To have you saying that to him instead, have you touching him, you fucking him. He needs it. He fantasises about it all the time. Maybe if he keeps being an annoying flatmate, if he keeps on forgetting to do his chores, you’ll finally snap and get mad at him. Maybe you’d punish him, fuck him stupid? Maybe he should start doing that, turn into an insufferable flatmate. You’re always so calm, you never get angry at him. He wants you to get angry at him, wants you to yell at him, wants you to be mean to him.
Like routine, beomgyu was watching the latest clip you had posted, laying in his bed with his marshall headphones and his phone, a dim, sleepy, amber glow over his room from his fairy lights as he fisted his cock with a mix of shame and arousal. His room looked quite wholesome and warm right now. A start contrast to what he was doing in it. When he’d first arrived at the flat, he’d meticulously decorated his room to make it look all pretty, he’d been planning it all in his head before he even got there, he loved the sort of vintage, nostalgic vibe, decorating it as so.
“You’ve been touching yourself without permission haven’t you? You tut at soobin onscreen. “What a pervert. So disappointing.”
It was as if you knew beomgyu was watching, and he could imagine you saying it to him instead which only made him move his hand over his dick faster, biting his lip as tries so hard not to whimper loudly.
“Touch your nipples for me too, baby.”
You instruct soobin and so beomgyu does it too, one of his hands reaching up to flick his nipple experimentally. Beomgyu gasps out at the sensitive feeling, continuing to flick his nipple with his finger again and again and then he cums with a startled loud yelp he hadn’t meant to let out. Beomgyu slaps a hand to his mouth instantly, praying that you’re fast asleep right now as he lets out pathetic shaky breaths, cum pooling on his tummy. Woah, he never knew this about himself.
In fact, with all the videos he’d watched on your account, he’s been discovering more and more things he never thought he’d ever be into, all because of you.
Beomgyu practically sprinted back from campus. You’d uploaded a new video whilst he was in his lecture. He’d received the notification but he obviously couldn’t watch it there, so he had to wait for all of his classes to be over, the day going by excruciatingly slow.
Beomgyu bursts into the flat and into his room with one singular goal. He jumps onto his bed, finds your twitter through his anonymous account, clicks on the recently uploaded, excitedly anticipating. Then he rummages through his bag next to him for his marshall headphones and-oh shit. They’re not there. Where would he have put them? Then he remembers with a disappointed groan, he’d left them on the library desk when he’d taken a short nap in between classes. It’s okay, he can just retrieve his precious headphones back from the library office. But is there time to go all the way back? He can watch it without headphones. You weren’t here, the flat was empty, you’d said you were going to hang out with soobin so you wouldn’t be back for a while. It’s fine. He doesn’t need them. What he does need is to watch the video though.
And so he does, he presses play.
You’re edging soobin again and beomgyu matches, trying to mimic your movements on soobin’s dick, trying to imagine you were edging him instead and it really doesn’t take long for him to lose his grip on reality, lost in his imagination. He’s so completely immersed by now, his moans getting louder and needier, unabashed and shameless and it feels so good to touch his dick, finally moan unrestricted without being scared you’d hear.
Beomgyu’s gasping now, trembling, edging himself just like you told Soobin to, whining out your name. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, please!” His eyes glassy, face scrunched up and sweaty and so into it, like you’re really there.
“You don’t deserve to cum today at all.” you spat in the video, stopping your movements on soobin’s dick.
“N-no, no, please! Don’t stop-ah, y/n…! I’ll be good.” Beomgyu babbles to no one, worriedly, furrowing his brow.
Beomgyu is completely engrossed in his fantasy, so engrossed, he doesn’t hear the front door open, doesn’t hear your footsteps over the squelching noises of his wet dick over his hand, over his loud as hell moans, over the video of your voice on full volume which is the only thing his ears are paying attention to.
He didn’t even realise his door wasn’t properly shut, hadn’t bothered to close it in his excitement when he came back, didn’t think it would be a problem at all.
The second you stepped in and heard your own voice from Beomgyu’s room, followed by his loud whimpers and moans of your name, you paused. Completely stunned. Unable to do anything else for a few seconds, but stand in disbelief.
You pushed the door open slightly with one finger, peering in. This wasn’t disrespecting someone’s privacy if he was so shamelessly jerking off, if he was literally watching your videos. You had a right. And you were curious.
The idiot still doesn’t even notice that his door is open, that you’re watching him, too lost in pleasure, eyes squeezed tightly shut, mouth hanging open, his back arching, hips lifting slightly off his bed as he ruts into his hand.
What the hell.
You’d never expected beomgyu to be so dirty like this. He was just your silly, funny flatmate that made your heart flutter just a little sometimes. And he was jerking off to your account? How did he even find it?
You couldn’t help but think he looked gorgeous like this though and it was definitely doing something to you to see him in this state. You’d never thought beomgyu would be into any of this, into your account.
You clear your throat.
“OH MY GOD-!” Beomgyu screams comically high pitched and his eyes widen in pure horror and terror, scrambling to pull his underwear up and trying to cover his body with his sheets, throwing his phone away so fast, but then realising the video is still on and you can still hear your voice and soobin’s. Beomgyu quickly reaches back for it, fumbling to try to pause it, body and whole face as red as the ripest strawberry. “Y-y/n-i-i-shit—I’m s-so sorry, I’m s-sorry, I w-wasn’t, I wasn’t—I mean I was, but not like that—I’ll move out. I’ve disrespected you. I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me—I-I’ll-I’ll move out tomorrow-!”
Beomgyu was genuinely crying. Actual tears, bottom lip wobbly and hiccuping so cutely. It was endearing and also amusing. This was all working in your favour.
“Beomgyu,” you interrupt his panicked ramblings, crossing your arms. “Relax. I’m not mad. Don’t you want me to touch you?”
He stops. Mouth agape.
“I…what.”
“Don’t you want me to fuck you? Wanna know what it actually feels like?”
Beomgyu blinks, not believing these are real words coming out of your mouth. “A-are you serious? What—what about Soobin? Aren’t you guys dating?”
“No we’re not dating, we’re just partners. We had a little fight and he backed out on filming today. I need someone else.” You look beomgyu up and down, satisfied at what you see. “You’ll do.”
Beomgyu’s jaw drops, “Me??!!”
“Unless you don’t want to. Then, that’s fine.”
Beomgyu shakes his head vehemently, still in shock that any of this is happening. How have you not kicked him out of the flat?! “No. No. I want to! I really want to!”
Beomgyu has never subbed before.
This was all terrifyingly new. He feels like a virgin all over again. Nervous, embarrassed, not sure what to do. But the second you shove him flat on the bed, rubbing him through his calvin klein underwear and messily making out with him, he gives into you just so, so, so easily, instantly melting at your small touch. The neediest sounds he’s ever heard from himself make before, that he tries so hard to suppress, but ultimately leaving his mouth, humiliatingly high. He still can’t believe any of this is even real right now.
Beomgyu breaks from the kiss reluctantly, eyes half lidded and his lips swollen and sticky from your lip gloss, whole body heated up, whimpering as you still grind your palm on his clothed dick. He grasps tightly onto the fabric of your top, gripping it. “Ah…don’t want you to go soft on me…” beomgyu looks into your eyes so sincerely, so earnestly, so serious with his big brown eyes, “Please…want you to be mean to me, want you to use me. I can take it all….Wanna be better than soobin. I can.”
You giggle at him, cocking an eyebrow, “You want me to be mean?”
Beomgyu nods quickly, holding onto your shirt tighter. “Please….”
“You think you can take it?”
“Yeah, yeah…I can.”
You lean in, pressing your lips just beside his ear, breath hot as he closes his eyes, nervously. “But you already look so gone, gyu.”
Beomgyu whimpers and shakes his head, skin prickling up at that. “No! I-I’m not. I swear.”
“Prove it to me then.” You challenge, grinning, completely entertained by beomgyu’s response.
He watches as you grab your phone, propping it up and pressing record, then sliding your panties down, taking them off, hearing beomgyu’s breath catch audibly in his throat.
You cryptically smile as you make your way back to the bed, climbing on top, standing and hovering over beomgyu’s face where he lays. His pupils dilate so wide and then he stares up at your pretty pussy in awe, seemingly entranced, lips slightly parted. He just looks so incredibly dumb it’s cute.
You slowly lower yourself onto his face, smothering him with your pussy and beomgyu wastes absolutely no time, gripping onto the plush of your thighs hard and already diving in, eagerly lapping at your pussy like a starved puppy, getting to work, concentrating so hard on eating you out, shuddering and shakily trying to keep it together but he’s falling apart already.
The sounds over the room are so obscene and nasty as beomgyu slurps and sucks and basically makes out with your pussy sloppily, his beautifully sculpted nose bumping against your clit and you have to admit, beomgyu is pretty damn good at this. Soobin is usually so careful, so shy and slow at eating you out but beomgyu is the complete opposite, licking at your pussy so fervently, so messy, so diligently as if it was his only purpose in life.
“Gosh, gyu.” You sigh out, running your fingers through his hair, “So you were getting off to my videos this whole time? You’re really the nastiest pervert I know.” Beomgyu just whines and cries out muffled pitifully beneath you, the sound vibrating straight to your core. “Stick your tongue out for me.”
He obeys instantly, sticking his tongue out for you like a panting dog and you begin to ride his face harshly. “You have such a ridable face, gyu. Should I ride your face all the time?” Beomgyu moans whorishly loud into your cunt in response to that, attempting to nod. You’re just completely using his face now, roughly gripping his hair and savagely grinding yourself on him, literally suffocating him with your pussy but beomgyu loves it, he loves that you’re finally roughing him up, loves that he finally gets to see this side of you too.
His poor dick is all leaky and flushed, throbbing as he humps the air desperately, wanting to feel some sort of friction to try and relieve himself just a little but he ruts into nothing, whining sorrowfully into your cunt.
He begins to choke slightly underneath you from the lack of air but he doesn’t try to get you off him at all, taking it all, just his shiny teary puppy eyes staring up at you.
“Yeah, that’s it. I’m cumming, gyu. Such a good boy for me.” You shudder, tugging on his hair harder, riding his face impossibly deeper and finally cumming all on his pretty face. Beomgyu splutters and chokes but at the sound of your praise, and you calling him a good boy, he blushes and malfunctions, brain short circuiting. A good boy…he’s spiralling. It sounds so good coming out of your mouth. He never knew he wanted to be called a good boy so bad. His hips jerk wildly, like the praise alone had nearly made him cum too.
When you finally lifted yourself off his face, beomgyu gasps out for air, breathing in and out and taking in deep shaky breaths. His swollen plump lips, chin, nose, the whole of his lower face completely drenched and soaked, glistening in your juices.
“Holy shit...” Beomgyu licks his lips and around his mouth, savouring the taste of you, looking so completely blissed out, dazedly smiling so stupid and dopey and so content with his life.
You can’t help but laugh and scoff at the ridiculous look on his face. You take your phone once again and move further down on his body, straddling his hips, pinning his wrists down beside his head on the pillow. You bring your phone to his face, angling the camera and filming him. He suddenly gets camera shy and embarrassed, self conscious, realising, really realising that this was all being filmed, that it’s his expression being filmed now and not soobin’s, that everyone can see him reduced to this state for you. Isn’t that embarrassing for a man?
He turns his face, trying to hide in the crook of his arm, cheeks red with shame. You giggle, amused. “Oh, so now you’re shy?” You coo and tug his arm away gently, exposing his face again. His blush impossibly deepens.
But he can’t seem to care at all once you start sliding on his wet dick and he lets out a sharp intake, shivering and entirely squirming at the feeling, eyes rolling, “s-sshit!” Beomgyu shuts his eyes in pleasure, eyelashes fluttering obnoxiously prettily. This is all so surreal still. You meanly laugh at the look on his face, shoving the phone more in his face, moving his cock against your folds up and down.
“Oh,” Beomgyu breathes out as you unceremoniously sink down on him in one go, “Oh, fuck—” His eyes literally go cross eyed at the feeling of being inside your pussy. You swivel your hips around him and he gasps for air, his back arching tensely. Then you begin to ride him, he turns into even more of a melted puddle, brain completely slushed, in complete ecstasy. For a second, he attempts to suppress his moans again, but then realises he actually just doesn’t give a fuck at all, and starts moaning out so brazenly loud.
“Is this better than watching me online? Hm? Better than how you fantasised every night?” You bounce on his dick, unrelentingly.
"Mmmggh. ‘Sso good…pussy so good. Better than i everr ‘maginedd.” Beomgyu slurs, mouth hanging open and so fucked out, drooling all over himself.
You chuckle lowly, “Open your mouth.”
He does so, mindlessly, just looking up at you with his sparkly round eyes. You lean down, grabbing his jaw, tilting his face up and using your thumb to softly trace over his delicious bottom lip, wiping away some of the drool that was dribbling at the corner of his mouth. You bring yourself closer, spitting in his mouth and landing on his waiting tongue. He moans like he was being fed something divine, sticking his tongue back in, closing his mouth and pliantly swallowing, his sharp adam’s apple bobbing, then he sticks his tongue out like a slut again, asking for more. You shake your head and laugh breathlessly, aroused at how hot he looks. You spit into his mouth once again, kissing him roughly right after, swirling your tongue and sharing your spit and saliva messily with him. Beomgyu just moans into your mouth more, bucking his hips and meeting your movements needily, swallowing once you stop kissing him.
You fuck him frantically and unforgiving, throwing your phone off to the side so you can properly ride him, pinning both his wrists as his head lolls and moves with every violent bounce.
“Please…can I cum?” Beomgyu chokes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head, he’s surprised he’s even gotten this far without blowing his load.
You give him a disappointed look and tsk, “Already? But I thought you said you could take it or was that all just talk? The real thing too much for you?” You mock him, tilting your head down at him.
“Please, I c-can’t take it anymore.” He looks up at you with his pretty doe, puppy dog eyes, pouting at you in despair, purposefully batting and fluttering his long lashes with full intention to get you to give into him, you get lost in those eyes… and, for a split second, you almost do, but then you furrow your brows at him.
“Yes you can. You can hold it for longer.” You tell him sternly.
“A-at least slow down then, pleasee!” Beomgyu pleads.
You scoff. “No.”
He whines but doesn’t do anything else, hands bunched into tight fists to try and staunch his orgasm off, fighting with his own body for you. He doesn’t want to make you disappointed even more, he’s being such a bad sub and he’s so upset at himself.
You just go faster in spite of him, even sadistically clenching tightly around his dick from time to time and he loses his mind, fearfully moaning like a bitch now, nearing his breaking point, his messy damp bangs falling into his eyes that he can’t see anything, just scrambling to keep himself from cumming and biting his lip so hard it hurts. He can be good he can be good he can be good he can be good-
You feel him twitching inside you and then he cums, whole body convulsing, spurting his load inside your pussy. It hits him so hard, that for a moment his mind goes blank. It feels too good, he forgets for a second, losing himself in the pleasure and going limp, eyes fluttering closed and sighing out as if he’s floating.
But then he remembers.
He jolts upright with, eyes flying open wide, face full of alarm. His breath catches and he stares at you in shock, as if only just realising now what he's done.
"Oh god. Oh god, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry!." Beomgyu freaks out, panicked and nervous, stuttering out apologies, just as surprised about his orgasm as you were. "I-i didn't mean to! I s-swear-" Beomgyu cries in humiliation. He swears he’s never prematurely came like that. He’s never came that fast before. It’s just because it’s you. He’s never felt anything like this before. It’s too much.
You slap him across his face and he gasps, bringing his hand to his now stinging, reddened cheek, looking up at you with shocked teary eyes. “Did you just cum in me?!” You say in disbelief and fury at him. But his dick twitches inside you again at the slap and the scolding. He can’t believe he actually just made you angry. He’s never seen you this angry, never seen you look at him this way and it’s so hot.
You expected him to look at you like a sad little puppy getting told off but he just looks so excited. “Did you seriously get turned on from me slapping you? You like this?” You strike him across his other cheek. He lets out a tiny hiss, his face turning to the side in his pillow, mouth in an ‘o’ shape, blinking hazily and he looks so sexy like that. Then he nods happily, eagerly, lips parted around a soft moan that he doesn't even try to hide. “Wow. You’re not good for anything but being a pervert, aren’t you? So much for proving yourself better than soobin.” You slap him again.
That makes his expression fall, hurt splashing on his face. “No I can. Please cum on my dick. I-i can take it.” He looks like he’s about to cry because he disappointed you, and also because he hates soobin and so desperately wants to be the one you use. Hopefully you’ll use him more after this, and get rid of soobin for good.
“You couldnt even take it before.” You sneer.
He looks at you with his lips heavily downturned it’s comical. “No I can take it this time. Use me. Please. I’m your toy.” His eyes go half lidded just thinking about it, licking his lips, hips bucking involuntarily inside of you at the thought.
So you grab his shoulders, starting to move on his dick again and he winces from the overstimulation, you lift yourself off and slam back down, bouncing on him faster and faster as he writhes and you dig your nails into his shoulder hard, his doll lashes clumped together with tears.
You fuck the life out of him, hips slamming down without mercy, pace rough and so cruel, and all he can do is just emit the most garbled moans and sounds, throwing his head back, taking whatever you give him, so deliriously far gone by now. He loves this so much, loves you wrecking him, loves you fucking him, it feels so good to just let you do whatever with him.
You bring one of your hands to rub at your clit to get you to reach your high and bring your other hand to flick at beomgyu’s nipple. The reaction is instant, his whole body jerking. He’d already recently discovered how sensitive his nipples really are but for some reason you touching them made them 10x more sensitive and it just felt too good, his cries accelerating and elevating in pitch, strangled moans leaving him like a girl.
One last look at the fucked out boy underneath you and you cum around his poor cock, clenching down hard, squeezing every drop of sanity out of his poor body.
“You can cum, puppy.” You tell him sweetly, cupping his cheek, seeing how he was trying so hard not to for you, waiting for you to tell him, and with a sinful cry and hearing the pet name come out your mouth that flusters him greatly, beomgyu cums inside you once more, shooting copious amounts into you. His whole body lifts off the bed in one final arch, eyes rolling back completely, mouth slack, tears streaking down his cheeks, lips trembling as he moans your name over and over again.
You find your phone and make sure to film his gorgeous, ruined face as he orgasms hard. He lays there in a complete daze. Mind gone. Collapsing. Beomgyu thinks it’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever had in his life, feeling like he’s going to pass out, his vision swimming, feeling euphoric. And he needs a while to finally come back down to earth.
After the sex, you’re reverted back to your normal, how beomgyu would say it, ‘timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate’ self, saying so much praises to beomgyu, wiping him off, kissing him.
Beomgyu hugs you tightly, arms wrapping around your waist with the intention of not letting go any time soon. His head burrows into your neck, face flushed and sticky against your skin as you run your fingers through his hair.
“I never knew you were like this…” beomgyu mumbles into your skin, sleepily.
You giggle, “I never knew you were like this either.” You raise a brow at him and he blushes, embarrassed, hiding his face in your neck, making you laugh and he hits you playfully. “Why?” You tease, Do you like it more?”
“I like every part of you.” Beomgyu kisses your neck, so happily and smiling down at you with such intensity, you don’t know what to make of it.
Soobin saw the notification whilst laying in bed, clicking on it. He watches the recently uploaded video, bitterly. It was beomgyu. His hands clench tightly, annoyed, pissed off, especially at seeing how many likes it got, more than usual, feeling his heart break into two, chest aching. You didn’t even ask him how he felt about it.
He’d backed out of filming that day, told you he didn’t feel like it, which was true but he obviously didn’t tell you the reason why. He’d been thinking about you all day and just felt if he filmed with you that day, he’d feel even more like shit, that his heart wouldn’t be able to take it. He didn’t think you’d go to him.
He’d always had this inkling about beomgyu, always something off about that dude. Too obvious. Soobin had picked up on it instantly. That barely concealed crush he tried to pass off as casual friendliness. He'd always felt slightly threatened by him. When you know someone could take something from you without even realising. But you’d said he was just your flatmate. Clearly that wasn’t it anymore.
He’d known from the start what this was. He told himself he was fine with it, in fact, he was the one who had suggested it, being used, being filmed, being close to you in some way, because at least it was something. And he liked being that. Liked that he got to see parts of you no one else did. It made him feel special.
But now beomgyu had that too. And he wasn’t sure whether he’d have to share you now, or if you’d totally discard him.
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