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youngliz + taegyu glazer

[pupyuj]

→ “long overdue.” || kim jiwon (liz) x reader.

— jiwon reunites with you, her old fling, at her brother’s bachelor party and with the sparks still in the air, you don’t waste any time to get familiar with her once more…

word count: 5.2k.

dynamic: dom!bottom!liz x sub!top!reader.

warnings: age gap (it's not much!), unnie kink, fwb to lovers, nipple play, oral fixation, cunnilingus, fingering, thigh riding, orgasm denial, edging.

a/n: FINALLY! a jiwon fic from moi 😭😭 this was supposed to be posted earlier on valentine's day but alas 💀 i really do wish i could've dropped something for feb 14th but back then i was bitter, lonely, sad, and angry so trying to write something cute and lovey-dovey was just not ideal LMAO but anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this fic 💚 only one more member and i will have officially written a fic for each of the ive unnies! WE CAN DO IT!! 😤✨ also i'm pretty sure i'm missing some warnings/tags but i'm too sleepy to remember them so...

jiwon doesn’t know why she agreed to chaperone her grown brother to his stupid bachelor party. as far as she knew, it was a boy thing. according to her brother, however, she was an exception and so, jiwon finds herself seated at the farthest corner of the bar in what might be the most expensive nightclub she has ever set foot in. she hasn’t even downed her first drink yet—she merely made a tiny tornado with the small umbrella while keeping an eye on her little brother and his ridiculous group of friends.

some of them were familiar to her, some weren’t. and some have repeatedly asked for her number in the past two and a half hours they’ve been in the place. it was after the eleventh time it happened that jiwon decided to go on her lonesome and sat on that one corner of the bar, silently waiting for the little party to end so she could get her nice, long and certainly well-deserved, sleep. jiwon really wished that she came up with some boring excuse to avoid this event. unfortunately, she couldn’t say no to her brother who was so kind to include her! 

perhaps he knew that jiwon needed to look at something that wasn’t the view from the big windows of that fancy condominium where she lives. on top of all that, jiwon has been working harder than usual. but that’s only because she quite literally has nothing else to do in her life. all of her friends were busy, she was busy, and it’s not like she can just hit up her coworkers for a quick drink after work when she barely knew them. in hindsight, jiwon sort of needed this!

jiwon raises her glass to her lips, but stops midway when something curious catches her attention. a girl, a bit younger than jiwon herself, confidently marches up towards her brother and does a very familiar handshake with him before hugging him tightly. jiwon watches as the girl and her brother chat a bit. they exchanged a few jokes here and there, the girl hands him a small bag (a gift to his soon-to-be wife, possibly), then her brother whispers in the girl’s ear as he exchanges glances with jiwon, and suddenly both of them were looking at her from across the nightclub.

jiwon nearly drops her glass when she sees the girl’s face clearly. it was you—(y/n) (l/n), her brother’s former roommate and best friend all throughout college! jiwon has met you before! back when her life was a goddamn mess and her entire family thought that you were her brother’s girlfriend. but then it turns out you were more like… his sister from a different family and so that was when you and jiwon started getting to know each other.

perhaps you got to know each other a bit too well… because jiwon remembers all those times when the two of you would hang out in her room for hours and f—

“jiwon-unnie!”

the blonde haired girl springs up from her seat and waved as you squeezed through multiple crowds of people until you got to her. wow, you were beautiful. taller, older, and obviously so much prettier than the last time jiwon saw you.

which was in between her le—

“i missed you so much!” you engulfed jiwon in a crushing bear-hug which she awkwardly returned. “oh wow, unnie, you’re gorgeous! blonde fits you so well.” you were saying as you pulled away, taking in all of jiwon’s features and even threading her soft hair from behind. jiwon got goosebumps under your touch—how the fuck was she supposed to act normal in this situation?

“i am so glad you’re here because as much as i love him, i’m not as much of a boys girl anymore.” you pulled jiwon back to her seat, taking the empty one right beside hers and immediately telling the bartender about your favorite drink. jiwon finds herself completely speechless. literally. you were vibrant, you were chatty, you were so charming—everything jiwon remembers that you were all those years ago.

“mmm. never gets old.” you said after taking the first sip of your drink. you then turned to jiwon who flinched upon making eye contact with you. “what have you been doing these days, unnie? i know you’re like, some kind of big deal at this rich-people company you work for but you know… what else?” you eyed jiwon up and down before smiling at her. not even the darkness and the nearly seizure-inducing lights of the nightclub could hide that familiar glint in your eyes, but jiwon chose to ignore them.

she couldn’t help but glance at how your skirt is hiked up after you’ve put one leg over the other though.

“um, i haven’t been doing much, really. just… work and making sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.” jiwon said, nodding her head to her brother who was pretty buzzed at this time.

you laughed, “you guys never really changed, huh? glad to see it.” you took another sip of your drink.

“only this time i’m helping him with his road to being a husband instead of a project due in thirty minutes.” jiwon shakes her head at the memory, and she likes the way it makes you smile brightly.

“right… and are you still with wonyoung-ssi?” you asked with caution. yet you stared at jiwon as you did so, making sure she sees your ulterior motive through your eyes. jiwon feels herself crumbling under the weight of your stare, as much as she tries to put up a fight of her own.

“no… no, that’s been over for a while now.” it was a good breakup. one that ended with laughter rather than tears and anger. jiwon still talks with wonyoung to this day. why, only a week ago, wonyoung had called jiwon about her brother’s wedding! she expressed her regret about not being able to attend it due to scheduling conflicts—the life of an acclaimed supermodel was busy after all!

you looked significantly happier with the news, now gulping down your drink with a smile on your face. “h-how about you? he never told me what you did after you guys graduated…” jiwon attempts to have some control of the situation—sitting up straight, staring back at you with the same intensity, and all. was she successful? no. jiwon’s blushes as you held your stare with hers, an amused smirk now on your lips before you flipped your hair over your shoulder.

shiiit, jiwon remembers how perfect your neck looks while covered with marks left by her… oh gods, what is wrong with her?!

“well, after college, i did try getting my career started… but that didn’t work out. i ended up going back to my hometown to get back in touch with my heart and all that sentimental bullshit, and it actually worked,” you giggled, your hand brushing across your hair. “i know what i want to do in my life, but for now, i’m just…” you trailed off, raising your drink as well as quirking your eyebrow. “having fun before i can’t.” now your glass is finally empty.

“that’s good. and i’m glad the two of you are still friends. i was worried you’d grow apart.” it always made jiwon smile when she came home after a rough day at her old job and seeing you and her brother in the house, chatting and fooling around as if you weren’t burdened by all your commitments and responsibilities. it had always been refreshing seeing you, and it still is.

you propped your elbow on the table and put your chin on your palm, flashing jiwon a teasing smile, “did you miss me, unnie?”

and just like that, every ounce of confidence jiwon built up evaporates into nothing. she laughs awkwardly, hiding behind her drink, “o-of course! it was weird not seeing you guys together all the time, you know!” another awkward laugh. jiwon felt ridiculous and childish.

“no, unnie,” you moved closer, putting your hand on jiwon’s arm. she turned her head to look at you again and there you were, staring at her with clouded eyes. you then leaned closer and put your other arm behind her, your lips ghosting above her ear. shitshitshit, that’s too close. “did you miss me?”

what happened moments later isn’t exactly what jiwon would say was… a mistake. hell, it was far from it.

being trapped between the door of your hotel room and yourself while getting her neck marked up and her clothes slowly stripped down is the most eventful jiwon’s night has been.

jiwon could feel her brother’s worry all the way from here… well, it’s mainly because she knew that all the buzzing that her phone was doing in her pocket was because of him mass texting her about her whereabouts. she couldn’t be bothered to text him back right now though, not when you were already trailing your hand up her thigh and sliding it underneath her skirt. this felt familiar, and it felt good. feeling you gently rub her wet cunt through her panties felt good, feeling you softly biting on her collarbone felt good, seeing those cute eyes of yours asking for permission while you tugged on her panties felt good.

how long has it been since jiwon felt this kind of rush in her life? too long, she’d say. so why not make the most out of it?

jiwon cups your cheeks and crashes her lips into yours for the first time that night. your lips tasted like blueberries (from whatever you were drinking earlier), and jiwon loved the way you kissed her rather clumsily as if you didn’t expect her to do it first. jiwon couldn’t get enough. she pushes you further inside the room, discarding you of your jacket while doing so. she sits you down on the edge of the bed before separating from your lips and suddenly walking off, leaving you confused and slightly light-headed.

turns out, jiwon only went away to turn the lampshade on, illuminating the room with a warm orange glow before going back to you. she stared you down with hooded eyes, lust replacing the kind look in her irises that you knew and loved, and then she gently grabs your jaw, tilting your head up. you squeezed your thighs together, trying to soothe that ache in your core. god, you missed her.

“make this worth it, (y/n).” jiwon says coldly. even jiwon herself was surprised at her tone, but something in her brain liked how you crumbled under her stare. compared to the timid, nervous jiwon from earlier, bossy and demanding and… kind of harsh jiwon just did something right to you.

“you’ve always been worth it.” you pulled jiwon towards you by her hips, making her sit down on your lap. you feel her brushing your hair with her fingers, allowing you to release the tension on your shoulders and just melt into her. you’ve missed her warmth, and she’s missed yours. jiwon didn’t understand why you left when you did… but that was a question you were going to answer for her later.

much, much later.

jiwon moans softly as you start kissing her neck. your hands get busy with the remaining buttons on her shirt, revealing more of her skin for you to mark up throughout the night. you’ve already left some earlier, and they were starting to show across her chest but that wasn’t enough. you slowly pull off her shirt and let it drop to the ground, then your hands travel lower on jiwon’s body, stopping at the waistband of her skirt.

you were eager to touch her—unzipping her skirt and whining to get her to stand up and let it fall at her feet before you pulled her back into you. jiwon couldn’t help but laugh while you kissed her hungrily, and then she giggled even more when you rolled around and made her lay on her back on the bed.

you pouted cutely as you observed her and her baby pink lingerie, “hmm… were you expecting to sleep with someone in that club, unnie? you looked prepared.”

jiwon thought it was the perfect time to tease such a normally confident girl like you. so she nodded with a shit-eating grin, “the lady bartender was cute actually.” she laughs when you suddenly hop off of her abdomen, choosing to sit on the side of the bed instead. you were taking off your shoes, setting them aside before starting to discard yourself of your jewelry and putting them on the bedside table. jiwon watches you intently, her desire for you only growing by the second.

“come on, get in here already.”  jiwon tugged on your sleeve, more than ready to feel your lips on her skin once again. she decided to sit up and help you with your dress though, reaching for the zipper and slowly pulling it down. she didn’t waste the opportunity to leave kisses on the back of your neck, all the way down to the middle of your back, making sure that her lipstick sticks on your skin and smiling satisfied once she sees that it did.

finally, jiwon could see all of you after all these years, and you were just as beautiful as the last time she saw you. jiwon couldn’t resist immediately grabbing your face and kissing you as you climbed into the bed—she longed to feel your skin against hers again and now that you were here, she doesn’t think she ever wants to let you go like she did back then. so, jiwon holds onto you tightly, letting you settle yourself on top of her once again while your hands impatiently explore her perfect body. your hands reach behind jiwon, unclasping her bra and throwing it aside, your hands quickly finding themselves busy fondling her soft breasts.

it was cute to see that you still adored her tits as much as you did back then. you did that thing you always did when you were intimate with jiwon, kissing all over her chest, making sure to cover every inch of skin while still massaging her tits. jiwon caresses your hair as you did your job, laughing softly in an adoring way, her smile only widening when you look up at her with your own grin.

“you’re so pretty, jiwon-unnie.” you gave the older girl one last quick kiss on the lips before leaning down and taking her nipple in your mouth. jiwon gasps at the feeling of your warm tongue slowly swirling around her nipple. it was familiar, like all of the other things you’ve done to her so far, but it also felt new at the same time. because this time, the two of you were much older, and you were doing this purely out of your true feelings for each other rather than a decision made on a whim. jiwon moans loudly when you softly and carefully bite on the hard bud, but she was quick to regain composure when she notices something quite… well, interesting.

jiwon sees how you humped the mattress slightly, trying your best to soothe that buzzing in your core on your own. jiwon decides to swiftly slide her thigh in between your legs and press it against your wet cunt, feeling all satisfied when you whine and start slowly grinding on her thigh for further stimulation. your hand that was pinching her other nipple was now gripping the sheets as you started riding jiwon’s thigh faster, whining even more as you feverishly sucked and nipped on her tit. jiwon grins, loving how she hasn’t lost her special little talent of reducing you to her obedient pet. she starts meeting your little thrusts by raising her thigh—somehow, the sight of you like this had her soaked, but you haven’t noticed at all. you were too busy trying to get yourself off!

you had to let go of jiwon’s nipple eventually, now hugging her close and whining at her chest because you were feeling so good. you’ve started shaking and your moans were shorter and higher—it only meant one thing! jiwon takes a fistful of your hair and pulls your face up to make you look at her, ignoring how you winced at the pain.

“don’t cum.” she says strictly, her grip on your hair tightening by the second the more you thrust into her thigh.

“b-but..! hnng.. i’m s-so close…! so close…” the pout, the tears, that desperate tone in your voice… jiwon almost wanted to fold, but she wasn’t in the mood for that.

“you don’t get to cum before me ever, remember? be good.”

as much as it upset you, you slowly decreased your pace until you were merely sitting on her thigh. jiwon smiles—she was happy to know that she still had some sort of hold over you. she knew she always did! why, you were always clingy towards jiwon whenever her brother invited you over, and that was even before the two of you started sleeping with each other. she always used it to her advantage, mostly in bed, of course. something else jiwon always liked: that pitiful look on your cute face when she denies you of your release. you’d always look so timid after, afraid that if you spoke incorrectly, jiwon might stop the whole thing entirely.

but jiwon was never that cruel. she’d tease you, sure, but she would always make sure to give you what you want. just as long as she gets hers first.

“look,” you watched as jiwon’s hand traveled down from her stomach to her panties. she was drenched; your fault. “do something.” she demands. shit. the dark tone in her voice and the stern look on her face was enough to get you to move lower. you pulled off jiwon’s panties, your heart beating so fast for no goddamn reason. it has been a very long time since you have seen jiwon, let alone like this. acting like this, looking at you like this. it’s got you weak.

you stared at jiwon’s pussy. soaked, tight, perfect, and most importantly, all for you.

“how cute. you’re practically drooling.” jiwon impatiently puts her hand atop your head and brings your face closer to her needy cunt. you hoisted her legs over your shoulder, then you started leaving kisses along her inner thighs—deep and sensual kisses, slow and careful right up until your lips barely ghosted above her pussy. jiwon stares at you with anticipation, you stare back at her; your eyes now dark and hungry. you keep eye contact as you licked up her cunt once, smirking while you felt jiwon’s entire body shiver at the feeling. she pushes your head a little closer, so fucking desperate that you almost wanted to be petty and tease her, but she would probably hit you for that.

and so, you give her what she wants. within seconds of your lips touching her cunt once more, you were practically making out with it. goosebumps appeared along your skin as your tongue slowly got familiar with jiwon’s taste again. it felt right, like the stars have finally realigned themselves after years of floating about the expansive universe, lost. you put your hands to use, spreading her lips apart and pleasuring her clit.

“g-good…! there… mmhn.. (y/n)-ah…!” jiwon grabs a fistful of your hair again, pushing you impossibly closer to her cunt, practically grinding it against your face. you wrap your lips around the sensitive bud, sucking softly and moaning at jiwon’s sheer taste. fuck, it was all too good. you use one hand to grip one of her thighs, sinking your nails down to her skin, and spreading it further so you could have room.

“fuck..! i want to cum, (y/n)… m-more, more..! please…” jiwon’s back arches right as you flick the sensitive bud. you slipped your tongue inside her cunt, making jiwon moan just a tad bit louder than the hotel room walls would recommend her to. the next rooms most likely heard that—good. everyone needs to know how amazing you make her feel. how you’re the only one who can make her feel this way. and everyone’s going to know it again; you used your free hand to rub jiwon’s clit since your tongue was too busy inside her.

normally, this would’ve made jiwon cum. but she was strong this time around. “fucking—god, (y/n)…! more.. more…” jiwon pleads while on the verge of tears. you free her thigh of your grip and hold her hand instead, at least it helped her ground herself at least. the more you used your tongue inside her, the more you felt her clench. her grip gets tighter, both on your hand and on your hair. you briefly glanced upwards and saw her closing her eyes shut—she was close. but you found yourself being torn between letting her reach her climax now, stall a bit longer, or… make her orgasm just a lot stronger.

you pulled out your tongue from her cunt. jiwon hisses and nearly hits you on the head for slowing down and going back to sucking on her clit as you previously did. she glared at you, but was immediately back to being at your mercy when you unexpectedly inserted two of your fingers inside her. god, she was still tight. you stared in awe as you fucked jiwon in an excrutiatingly slow pace, merely watching as her pussy clenches around your digits. you pushed further, now knuckle-deep inside jiwon. you could cum from the sensation of her spongy walls brushing against your fingertips alone but you had to keep her rule in mind.

“m-mouth… use your mouth, (y/n).. ah!” and happily you did! your mouth and fingers worked in unison on jiwon’s pussy—every time you pulled out, you’d suck and lick her clit, the routine now going back to you. you’re remembering all the things she liked done to her, even down to the tiniest details. like eye contact. your eyes fluttered open, peering at jiwon through your fringe. she was already staring at you, her face contorted to show much pleasure you were bringing to her. jiwon has never once tried to conceal her noises and she wasn’t going to ask you to slow down or anything either. you both needed this, and unfortunately for this entire damn hotel, they were going to know just how much.

jiwon loosens her grip on your head once she realizes just how tight she was holding it, now threading your hair and only gently nudging you closer whenever she thinks your mouth isn’t doing enough. you curled your fingers inside her, making her tense up once more and bring her to that familiar edge. “please, please, please…!” jiwon whispers desperately like a prayer with a single tear running down her cheek. you increased your pace and buried your face in her cunt, not caring about making a mess of your face. all you cared about was satisfying your jiwon-unnie, and that you were successful when you brought her to a mind-blanking orgasm with a single flick of your tongue.

a long moan escapes jiwon’s lips as you continue to eat her out through her climax. god, she was delectable. you were determined to not waste a single drop of her cum, lapping her up like a dog and once more relishing at the taste of her juices on your tongue. you pull out your fingers as well, making sure jiwon sees you sucking on it to show her just how much you enjoy how she tastes. jiwon was beyond flustered and she was feeling all sorts of things—overwhelmed, weak, and perhaps most importantly of all, so fucking desperate to make you feel just as good.

you don’t hear her at first. jiwon was speaking in a small voice since she was still weak from everything you did, but you do hear her later on. “come here, baby,” the nickname practically sends you scurrying over on top of her again. jiwon wipes your chin clean with her hand, smiling brightly at you as she pulls you in for a sweet kiss. she can taste herself on your lips and your tongue, and a part of her understands why you’re so addicted. “unnie’s turn, hm?” she whispers against your lips… but her kisses have sent your brain elsewhere, hence your surprised gasp when you felt her gently rub your clit through your panties.

“hah… you’re still super sensitive here?” jiwon asked.

“t-that’s my clit, unnie.. of course, i’m—ahh—sensitive there…” cheeky. even when you’re the one at her mercy now. you pulled your panties off, throwing over to the pile of clothes on the carpeted floor. jiwon was teasing you: tracing your lips with her fingers, barely letting her fingertips touch your entrance, and not even giving your clit the attention it needs now. you whine as you grind down on jiwon’s hand, desperate for more contact but she refuses to touch you.

“aww, what’s with that face?” jiwon coos, laughing slightly. you had a mix of desperation and irritation on your face. it was annoying how she was being annoying, especially at such a crucial time but you knew the exact thing you had to do to get her going.

“unnie. please. i need you…” you pleaded. jiwon leans back on the pillow behind her, finding it so amusing to watch you slowly lose every ounce of self-respect just so you can cum. fuck, if jiwon wanted to be cruel, she could! she could make you beg all night, see those pretty eyes of yours shine with tears as you cry… the sick part of jiwon really wanted it all to come true, but she’s missed you too much to prolong this any further. and so, she pushes your face closer to her by the back of your neck, kissing you passionately just to get you to calm down.

one word jiwon would use to describe how she felt for the events that followed? relieving.

it was relieving to feel your warmth around the three fingers she inserted in your pussy at once, to feel your tongue inside her mouth, to bleed slightly from the way you held onto her arms so tightly, and it was most relieving to hear you say her name so sweetly. you can have such a dirty mouth with so many vulgar words to say, especially from years before when you were younger, but whenever you were with jiwon, you were a different person. jiwon was one of the only people who you allowed to see you like this: soft, weak, and so endearing. it seems like you haven’t changed that aspect about you, and that fact within itself was relieving to jiwon.

“unnie…!” you buried your head on the crook of jiwon’s neck as you felt every inch of her fingers brush against all of your sweet spots. as expected, things were always different when it came to jiwon. being so vulnerable to other people terrified you to the point where it was almost impossible to let your heart open to them, but jiwon made it so simple. but now that you were right here, looking at jiwon and feeling her everywhere, maybe it wasn’t just simply her that made it possible for you to let yourself fall.

wait… fall?

yes. fall. all this time—you’ve fallen for jiwon but too many things made it complicated for you to fully embrace it. but now you are ready.

“i’m so happy, (y/n),” jiwon’s voice felt like a dream. you almost couldn’t hear her properly due to how much her fingers overwhelmed you. the older girl used her free hand to lift your chin, making you look at her, before kissing your lips—it has always been her favorite thing to do. “i’m so happy you came back to me. i don’t know how to express how much i missed you… surely not with words, not even with this…” jiwon plunges her fingers deep, shushing you while you moan loudly. god, she knew you too well. knew which spot to hit to get you to lose your mind, knew the exact words to whisper in your ear when she notices you were slipping away from reality, and knew exactly how to make your heart beat like it never has before.

jiwon pulls her index finger out, now fucking you faster than she ever has with the only fingers she has inside you. “good girl. god, baby… you’re getting me wet again.” jiwon locks one of her legs around yours, keeping you in place. her palm slams against your sensitive clit, bringing tears to your eyes even though you grinded on her hand desperately to feel it over and over again. part of the reason why jiwon always needed to be the one to be fucked first is because you get so tired after your turn that you just pass out, and you never got out of that habit it seems. jiwon sees how the light was escaping your eyes, it was only a matter of time before you were too exhausted to keep yourself awake.

“hm, we have to be careful, huh? can you handle it, love?”

you nodded frantically, afraid that she’d slow down had you answered otherwise, “y-yes..! ahh, yes, i can. i can, unnie.. i can—mmhn..! i can take it…” you started moving your hips, riding jiwon’s fingers just to get closer and closer for that climax you’ve been chasing after the entire night. jiwon was thoroughly amused at how determined you were. normally, you’d give up or tap out if you found it all too much, but jiwon knows you want to be good for her. especially after all this time.

“you’re so cute… but don’t worry, baby,” jiwon places a sweet, deep kiss on your damp forehead. “we have all the time in the world now.”

a curl of her fingers later and you were cumming on jiwon’s hand. the older girl stopped her movements, afraid of overstimulating you. she whispers sweet words into your ears as you let yourself go, at least that's what you think she’s doing. you could barely keep your eyes open, let alone hear. but despite your consciousness slowly slipping away from you, you still felt jiwon gently lay you down on the spot next to her. she holds you close enough that she is within kissing distance.

she was so perfect—how could you have left her?

“unnie…” you tucked a piece of her behind her ear. her laugh makes your ears tingle. you faintly hear her ask if you’re feeling okay, to which you nodded weakly at. you can see her lips move, she was saying a few things, but you can’t hear her over the sound of your heartbeat. you cup her cheek, lean close, and kiss her. maybe it was your favorite thing to do, just like her. and then, words that have always been expected to be unsaid leave your lips. some feelings that have been kept hidden, secrets that you were afraid of letting slip.

“i love you, jiwon-unnie.”

long overdue, sure. even jiwon felt it before you ever said it to her. but she thinks that your bashful smile, the way you shyly looked away from her, and your precious reaction to her saying it back made it all worth the wait.

[vivizzn]

i fear there needs to be more liz fics on tumblr

[dearjiwon]

just friends? — c.bg

warnings. bsf!beomgyu, cheating, masturbation (gyu), bf!yeonjun, beomgyu cums on reader

beomgyu has always been a little touchy, it was nothing new. he was like this long before you ever dated anyone. always sitting a little too close, pressing his thigh to yours when he didn’t need to, brushing hair behind your ear just to watch your expression shift. but it was different now. heavier. thicker. like tension coating the air, thick enough to make you swallow.

you shouldn’t be here. not after last night when yeonjun kissed your temple and told you he loved you for the first time. not after you texted beomgyu back at midnight saying, “can i come over tomorrow? i miss you.” not after he replied in under a minute with “door’s always open for you.”

you shouldn’t be here. but you are. sitting on beomgyu’s bed, knees drawn to your chest while his fingers trail absently along your ankle, stroking soft against your skin like he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it. you notice though.

and you notice how his eyes drop to your thighs when you shift, how his jaw tightens every time your phone lights up with a message from ‘junie 💗’, how he hasn’t said a word about your boyfriend all afternoon but the tension in his shoulders hasn’t gone away since you mentioned his name.

“you look really pretty today,” beomgyu says, quiet, like a confession. his fingers are a little firmer now, dragging up your shin slowly, stopping right beneath your knee.

you smile without meaning to. “thanks.”

his gaze lingers. “he doesn’t deserve you.”

you blink, pausing for a second. your heart stutters before you could stop it. “gyu…”

“he doesn’t,” he says again, more firmly this time, and he’s already leaning closer, voice low and rough. “you don’t even look at him the way you look at me.”

“what’re you talking about—” you start, but are cut off by him leaning towards you before you can get any words out.

he was kissing you, it was messy, hard, sudden. like he can’t hold back anymore. and the worst part is you kiss him back. lips parting with a soft gasp as your hands fly up to his shoulders, gripping tight. he tastes so warm. so familiar. you’ve kissed him once before—accidentally. it was during a truth or dare game, you were half-drunk years ago. it didn’t feel like this.

nothing has ever felt like this.

his hand grips your jaw now, holding your face still as he deepens the kiss, moaning softly against your mouth. it’s obscene, the way he kisses you—like he’s been waiting his whole life to do this again. like he’s finally taking what’s always been his.

you pull away with a gasp, breath shaky.

“beomgyu, i—fuck, i have a boyfriend.”

he just looks at you. lips swollen, eyes already blown wide, voice barely above a whisper. “i know.”

you don’t move when his hands find your waist, pushing you back gently until you’re on your knees in front of him on the floor. his legs spread slowly on the edge of the bed as he leans back, still watching you with that dazed look—like he’s dreaming.

“just watch me,” he whispers. “you’re not doing anything wrong, right?”

and you hate how fast you nod. like you believe it. like letting your best friend jerk off in front of you while you’re with someone else isn’t technically cheating.

his hand slides into his sweats, slow and deliberate. you can’t look away from him, and he’s already hard. not only that, but he’s so pretty and big. your mouth falls open at the sight.

“fuck—” he breathes when he wraps his fingers around his cock, pumping slow, his eyes fluttering shut like just having you this close is enough to push him over the edge. “you don’t know how many times i’ve thought about this.”

your thighs press together as heat pools in your lower stomach. “gyu…”

“don’t stop me,” he pants, jerking his hand faster now, precum already glistening on the tip. “just wanna cum for you. please, let me, fuck—”

his hips twitch. you watch his abs tighten, watch his chest rise and fall erratically as he moans your name under his breath. he sounded so pretty.

you should walk away. you should leave. but instead, you tilt your head slightly and whisper, “you’re such a mess, gyu.” and something in him breaks.

his breath stutters, his hand speeds up without him even thinking—fist wrapping tight around the base before sliding all the way up, twisting slightly when he reaches the head. his thumb smears through the pre-cum gathering there, spreading it desperately, almost shaking with how badly he wants more. how badly he wants you. he looks ruined already.

hair falling into his eyes, cheeks flushed pink, lips parted as soft whimpers spill out of him like he can’t hold them back anymore. his thighs flex every time his hand moves, muscles tense under smooth skin, and you swear you can hear how wet he is—slick sounds filling the room every time he drags his palm over the tip.

“fuck—” he chokes, voice cracking when his thumb presses right under the head, right where he’s the most sensitive. “it’s… so much better with you watching.”

your heart is pounding and you don’t know why—maybe because it’s wrong, maybe because you shouldn’t want this, maybe because yeonjun’s name still sits warm in your contacts and there’s dried perfume from your date earlier clinging to your shirt. but none of that matters right now—not with beomgyu falling apart in front of you.

you shift a little closer, sitting straight on your knees, eyes dragging slow over every twitch of his body. he notices instantly. his jaw drops.

“don’t—mmph, don’t look at me like that…” he whispers, and his voice is wrecked. high and breathy like he’s already on the edge.

“like what?” you tilt your head, a small smile plastered on your face. your voice is soft, too soft. gentle in a way that makes him tremble.

he swallows, hand still working his cock, squeezing around the base before pulling up again, faster, wrist flicking just right at the top.

“like… like you want me.” he whimpers, knowing that’s far from the truth. he just wanted to believe it for a second.

you don’t answer, but your silence is loud. it tells him everything. you aren’t really his, after this you’ll probably go back to yeonjun. he should be grateful that he even gets this, he really should. yet he can’t help the jealousy that blooms in his chest at the thought of you and yeonjun together.

his other hand reaches forward slowly, grabbing the back of your head—just enough pressure to guide you, not enough to force. his fingers tangle in your hair, grip tightening every time his hips jerk forward.

his brows knit together like the pleasure hurts, like it’s too much. his moans get higher, needier. he sounds pathetic infront of you, but he doesn’t even care.

“i’m so close,” he breathes, voice shaking. “fuck—please don’t look away. stay right there—please—”

and you don’t move, you sit there wide-eyed and breathless as he falls apart for you, chasing his orgasm with his entire body—hips lifting, stomach tightening, thighs trembling like there’s nothing left holding him together except you.

he gasps, head tipping back, his voice breaking into a whimper when he squeezes the base and pumps hard, fast, sloppy, exactly how he needs it. “i’m gonna—fuck—i’m gonna cum—”

and then he does, it hits him fast. hard enough that his whole body stutters. thick white ropes spill out onto your chest and collarbones, warm and hot and messy.

even as his orgasm fades, his hand keeps moving, slower now but still milking himself through every last drop. each stroke making him whine under his breath, overstimulated but refusing to stop touching himself while you’re still looking at him.

when he finally stills, he’s panting. hair sticking to his forehead, eyes half-lidded and glassy, hand loosening around his cock but not letting go.

he looks down at you covered in him, and his face flushes. you look so pretty like this, you always look so pretty. why can’t you be his? the reality starts to set in that he just jerked off infront of his bestfriend. but he doesn’t care, doesn’t even feel embarrassed, he wanted this for so long.

“fuck,” he whispers, voice hoarse, thumb brushing your bottom lip with a kind of reverence that shouldn’t exist between friends. “you look… perfect.”

you blink, your chest tight, brain catching up slowly.

“this… doesn’t mean anything, right?” you murmur, voice thin.

“yeah. right.” he whispers. “still my pretty girl.”

you don’t respond, because you’re not his girl. you’re yeonjun’s.

and yet here you are, your core aching and wet, shirt stained, mouth dry, and heartbeat sprinting in your chest. beomgyu leans down slowly, cups your jaw with his still-shaky fingers, and kisses your temple softly like nothing about this was wrong.

but you know it’s not true. this was wrong, yet you can’t pull yourself away from him.

and now you’ve got two men in love with you. and one of them is standing over you, still half-hard and smiling like he just won.

[biteyoubiteme]

cola float

beomgyu x fem!reader

synopsis: 'just one more game,' only you can't wait for it to be over

warnings: 🔞!!! oral (m!rec), slight voyeurism, hair pulling, dom!beomgyu, orgasm denial (m! and f!rec), no protection, creampie, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 2k

an: feedback is appreciated! this is apart of my float event! check out the other members fics not proofread sorry[float m.list]

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for most of your off time with classes over for the summer you’ve sat on the couch rotting away, watching your favorite show or hanging out with your friends. Sometimes Beomgyu went along with you to dinner or even sat and watched a few episodes with you but he spent most of his free time playing on his pc.

your daily routine left little time and you rarely saw each other even when you lived in the same apartment and slept in the same bed. you didn’t find him coming to bed until late in the morning. both of your sleep schedules now completely thrown off and different from one another’s.

usually, it didn’t bother you. it wasn’t necessary to spend every waking moment with your significant other to be happy. it was necessary for you to receive attention at least once in the day before bed, at least a text. only you haven’t seen beomgyu all day, the sound of his replies to his friends is enough to tell you he’s alive and well. you know he’d eaten because when you were in the shower you came out to find the pantry door open a crack after he grabbed what he wanted.

Now it was late, the city lights telling you it was dark enough in the day that you needed a lamp on. gyu’s voice spills through the walls as you turn off the TV. “no no you have to go around!” he’s yelling into his mic and even with the door closed you can make out every word spoken.

you only had the intention to say goodnight when you pushed open the door to the office. gyus pc set up illuminating the room purple, the curtains drawn closed. beomgyu’s face is washed in the glow from the monitor, headset on as his fingers work the keyboard free hand clicking the mouse. “I’m going to bed,” you say from the doorway and he doesn’t even turn to acknowledge you. you speak up, “Gyu?”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” he mutters, turning his chin in your direction but not lifting his eyes off the screen. “No, not you, I’m on the left side,” he says to his teammates over the headset.

normally you would just go to bed without playing much into the easy dismissal. Gyu would climb in after you later in the night snuggling up trying to capture your warmth, kiss along your neck until the both of you drifted off to sleep. It was never a big deal but tonight you wanted attention and watching him tug up the sleeves on his sweatshirt to show off his forearms was enough to make your decision for you.

you pushed off the doorway moving to stand next to his desk. beomgyu only spares you a glance as you push his chair back, it's not even far enough for his hands to budge on the keys. there is just enough space for you to slip under his desk for you to rest your hands on his thighs and look up at him.

gyu does a double take when you wedge yourself in front of him, it's enough time for him to be distracted and the shouts from his friends over the headset are loud enough to hear without straining. “you only have two more lives gyu we can’t fucking loose because you can’t pay attention!” the lights flashing red against his skin.

you can’t help but smile, the sooner he gets kicked off the sooner he’s going to turn all his attention on you. your hands slide up his sweatpants, fingers slipping into the waistband but not tugging it down. beomgyu is back to watching his screen but you can tell your effect on him as his hips sink into the chair. As much as he could pretend to ignore you he was battling against the image of you on your knees right now. beomgyu was trying to keep his thoughts away but he was already getting hard at the implications. warm hands sliding up under his sweatshirt and tracing the lines of his stomach before traveling back down to his waistband. it was when you nudged your face into his semi-hard bulge when his hips lifted to meet your cheek. he was getting harder by the second and a single glance down at you with your cheek on his thigh and your hand over his sweats palming him through the fabric was driving him insane.

“beomgyu!” someone yelled from his headset, gyu’s eyes snapping back to the screen to narrowly miss getting taken out in his game.

“Sorry sorry,” he apologized voice thick as he tried to clear it, “we have to hurry this round I need to take care of something,”

“Well don’t throw the game at least try to pay attention,” it’s then when you slip your hand into his pants. beomgyu’s mouth falls open in a silent moan he tries to keep from the mic but it’s difficult to do when your thumb is circling his tip.

your giggle at his reaction makes him glance back down at you. he wants to end his game right then, his friends will forgive him eventually but he’s come so far already and a small part of him wants to see how far you’ll go. he looks back to the monitor missing your slight pout at being ignored again.

beomgyu is hardly ever quiet when you give him head, not even when you give slow pumps with your hand. Now he’s trying so hard to keep his noises down, lip tucked between his teeth when you tug him free from his pants. veiny shaft thick in your palm as you adjust your speed. you want to push him further towards dropping the game but you can’t lie and say you don’t want his friends to hear him at least once. It's the fact he wants to be quiet that makes you lean over and lick up from the base of his cock to the tip.

beomgyu isn’t expecting the feel of your tongue, his hiss breaking his concentration as he fumbles his fingers over the keyboard. you grip him around the base giving feather-light kisses along the tip of his cock. the ghost of your mouth makes his hips jerk up trying to chase the feeling. and when you finally slip him into your mouth gyus is quick to hit the side of his headset to silence his audio costing him another life in the game but the freedom to let out a chest-rumbling moan. “oh fuck- no wait- fuck,” the first half still caught on the mic since he wasn’t fast enough.

you swirl your tongue around him, following the natural ridges, hands working what you don’t fit down your throat. You could keep bobbing your head for as long as he needed but Gyu was back to watching the screen, hands unmoving from his keyboard, finger pressed on his mouse ready to keep playing like you weren’t here at all. The only inclination that he’s affected is his soft whimpering coming from lips still between his teeth even though his friends couldn’t hear him anymore.

pulling away completely you drop all contact with his body leaving him high and dry. He glances down, “I didn’t say stop,” as if he could tell you what you could and couldn’t do.

you huff a laugh, “I didn’t even have to start,” you lean over to plant one last kiss on his pink tip, precum already coating his slit. his cock is standing up straight as you move back out from under the desk. “you can come finish in bed once you get off your game,” you say sweetly and Gyu is openly gawking at you, the screen flashing red as he loses his final life in the game. You can hear the roar of his friends over his headset as you turn to walk away but you don’t even take a step before you hear the creaking of the chair behind you.

gyu grabs the back of your shirt tugging the collar to pull you back towards him. he gives you no time to realize you’re in for it before you’re leaning over the desk with your face pressed into the smooth surface. beomgyu pushes his headset off his ears the sound of them falling to the floor not even making him flinch as he pushes down your shorts and panties.

you’re dripping already that even with no prep the stretch of beomgyu shoving himself between your folds doesn’t burn. “you little fucking tease,” beomgyu grunts slamming his hips into you, “sucking me off while I play wasn’t enough huh? you needed to be stuffed so bad you knew I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from leaving to fuck you immediately,”

you can’t even find your response as your cunt is being absolutely punished. beomgyu wraps his hand in your hair tugging your head back as he leans his chest against you so that he can press his mouth to your ear. “now you’re going to take my load and head straight to bed and I’ll think about letting you finish when I think it’s time,”

your whine at the thought of not being able to cum is caught in your throat as beomgyu angles his hips to hit the perfect gummy spot deep inside you. your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head when he slips his free hand in front of you to rub at your swollen clit.

“Should I be nice?” his words fanning over your check your nod harder to achieve with his hold on your hair. “but you know I don’t have to finish what I started, I could just stop because I didn’t have to start in the first place,” he pulls his hand away from your clit and you’re almost in tears at the loss.

“no please!” you whine, “I’m sorry please beomgyu please,”

you can feel him twitch inside you, knowing he’s close from the sound of his moans. and you’re so close to following after him knowing that if he presses his fingers back to your clit you’ll cum without thinking twice.

you roll your hips back against him as he lets go of your hair to grab your hips. your face back to being pressed against the desk, a little bit of drool slipping out of your mouth as he hits your cervix.

beomgyu knows he’s going to cum and it’s because he wants to feel you fluttering and sucking him in deeper that he caves and drops a hand back down to circle your clit. instantly you’re crying out as you cum, legs shaking as you’re fucked into the desk. gyu finds it hard to pull out when you feel too wet and welcoming. the smacking of your skin against his mixed with your sweet sounds pushing him over the edge. hot ropes of his cum coating your warm walls both of your moans loud as beomgyu slowed his pace pressing his hips firmly against yours to make sure you feel as stuffed as possible.

both of you are panting trying to catch your breath when you hear the chatter from the headset on the floor. “you could have at least silenced the call before you fucked,” “Literally none of us would have been pissed if you went afk for a few so we didn’t have to hear that,”

“fuck,” beomgyu groaned, he didn’t realize that when he tossed the headset to the floor it landed on the button making sure everything was heard. “I’m never going to hear the end of this,” but he wasn’t upset. He only kissed the back of your neck and then your cheek. He presses his mouth to your ear so that they can’t hear him. “but I don’t care, I have my perfect little tease to take of me,” you giggle pressing your hand to your mouth to try and stifle the sound. “now I’m going to play one more round if you wanna cockwarm me until I’m done I sure wouldn’t mind that,”

[biteyoubiteme]

bubble gum flavored

Beomgyu x fem!reader

synopsis: you're a camgirl and beomgyu is your favorite fan.

warnings: 🔞!!! mentions of masturbation (m! and f!), sex toys, mentions of cum eating, panty sniffing, fingering, oral (f!rec), nipple play, overstim (m! and f! rec), marking, use of teeth, unprotected sex, creampie, reader calls gyu by username beomiebear, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 6k

an: my weakness is camgirl/camboy fics and I already want to write a part two. take a shot every time I use the three c’s cum clit cock feedback appreciated :)) [m.list]

this is a part of my mini kinktober event check out the other fics! [dumdums m.list]

beomgyu remembers when he found your stream for the first time. The cam website had you listed in the newcummer ranks, only a few watchers sitting in the chat when he clicked on. he usually kept to the top camgirls in the list, getting off once and then heading to bed, but he had misclicked when logging on ending up right where he needed to be all along.

The little window previewing your stream showed your pink backdrop, a million pink pillows laid out on the ground where you leaned back. He shrugged, opening your stream to see you with a wand pressed to your clothed clit, legs lifted to your chest, your back arching as you came, the strappy blue bikini straining against your tits like it would pop off at any second. It was over for him the second he heard your breathy whines, thighs shaking as you overstimulated yourself, knees pulling in before you gave a shout pulling the vibrator away. The swimsuit bottoms are completely soaked through sticking and outlining your cunt. 

Even without the wand you were trembling, head thrown back as you tried to catch your breath. And for the first time ever gyu commented in the chat dropping a donation with a single word. 

beomiebear: again.

The ding of the request was the only sound in your room, drawing you to look right at the screen for the first time. If he hadn't been gone by the sound of your pretty noises he was with your pretty face. 

“okay ill go again,” you hooked your arms under your knees, and before pressing back down on your clit you muttered, “This one's for you beomiebear,” 

beomgyu stayed up until your stream was over, cock raw from how long he had been fucking his hand, stomach covered in streams of his cum from how often he finished to the sight of you. he bookmarked your page, paid to be an exclusive member and waited for a notification that you were on live. 

The first month of following you he got used to your schedule on Wednesday, and Friday nights he would be at his desk filling your chat with requests, commenting on your beauty, dropping donations like candy leading you through the forest of your other commenters to praise him and him alone. Every stream he joined got him more and more recognition from you. A sweet, “hi beomiebear,” drawn out and giddy, your little wave and smile just for him. Other exclusive members in the chat didn’t get that voice, no, it was reserved for beomgyu and beomgyu alone. Even as you grew higher in the ranks and more people started joining your little army you always greeted beomiebear. He was the longest standing member in chat, donated the most, requested things he could tell you liked just by the way you sounded. 

When you listed a wishlist for items to be sent to you, if the gift was from beomiebear you didn’t just mention the one time you wore it but every time after, “You remember this one don’t you? It was a gift from beomiebear,” your fingers snapping the waistband of the pink thong you wore, “beomie says he loves me in pink, do you guys agree?” 

Your streams were everything to him, even if he was on a trip or out late when you started a stream he was in the bathroom of a bar jerking off like it was the first time he ever saw you, he's trying to stifle his moans in hotel rooms, cumming hard with your name on his lips. he was there for your streams when you just got ready, always in your tiny little tank top nipples peddled, treating the camera like a facetime call. Asking the chat what you should wear, holding up options. His favorite part is always at the end when you put on your lipstick and then go on to fix up your hair, spinning in your outfit asking if you looked pretty. He never missed an opportunity to shower you with love. 

And when you did an event for reaching your goal sub count you promised the highest donator a fleshlight, two used pairs of panties, and a personal video of you cumming in one of them. beomgyu was the winner by a landslide. “and who would have guessed that beomiebear was the winner? I'm not surprised my beomiebear is obsessed with me,” it was the same time that you set up personal chat offers for long-time members and no one had been watching as long as gyu had. 

you: Do you want me to use your real name in my video for you?

But gyu loved that you called him by his screen name, anyone else he had ever had sex with only called him beomgyu and you were so much more than just casual even if you had never met in person. 

beomiebear: No, I like it when you call me beomiebear or even just beomie or bear. 

Once beomgyu got his video he watched it on the days you didn’t stream, playing it over and over until he had each word memorized. 

“I picked these out just for you,” your hands running over the bubble gum pink panties you wore, “you’re going to have to tell me if you like them. and then these,” you held up that strappy blue swimsuit, “I know I said two panties but these were from the first stream you joined, so that means I wore them the first time you made me cum,” 

just the fact you remembered made him hard. and when you pulled out the fleshlight you got him, unboxing it to show it off, “now it's not wet unlike how I am right now but I'm sure you'll get it wet enough,” your fingers running over the silicone, slipping your middle and ring finger in the hole before taking them out and putting them into your mouth, “I wish I could lick this clean after you had used it,” you pout, “I know you must taste so good,” you kissed over the puffy lips before asking, “you’ll think of me when you use it right?” 

You had him wrapped so tight about your little finger that he was nodding and answering to a screen knowing damn well you couldn't hear him.

When his package came in he was shaking with need, straining in his jeans ripping open the box, groaning over the smell of you. You didn’t only send the things promised, you tossed in an extra pair of panties, sprayed with your perfume, and a little bear and lollipop phone charm. A note card handwritten for him saying ‘for my beomiebear, don’t forget to give your new toy clitty kisses before fucking it and filling it up while thinking of me <33’ and did he listen, kissing over where he knew your lips had been before sending it, fucking it until he was so drained he was amazed at how much cum could leave his body. Your panties pressed to his nose, phone charm hanging from his case. 

You were right about him being obsessed with you and neither of you would have it any other way. and you were no different. Seeing beomiebear's name in the chat or donating would never stop you from smiling. He was one of the first people to support you on live, calling out bad behavior in chat, and calling you the prettiest names. When beomie was active you were putting on your best show. You felt the prettiest when beomiebear was watching and commenting. You picked out outfits you knew beomie would like and couldn't help but think about how he must look behind his keyboard at home.

You've never seen beomie but that didn’t mean that you weren't obsessed with the idea of him just like he was obsessed with the idea of you. Sometimes after a stream when beomie would go to your private chat complimenting you and saying goodnight you were laid out in bed giggling and kicking your feet, blushing and smiling acting as if you've never had a boyfriend before in your life. No man had ever made you this giddy in real life and no one else from your streams compared. 

You remember finding the little phone charm when you were on vacation smiling like a madman just thinking about beomiebear so you bought it. You wouldn't be able to forget the cute little bear or the lolly pop, beomiebear, and his bubblegum princess in pink. Always wondered if he had put it to use or if it was sitting in his nightstand with your panties. 

Tonight you set up your stream for a get ready with me, fingers rolling over your nipples to get them hard, “Hi! Tonight is just going to be a short stream, it feels like forever since I've been on but it's been only one day,” your eyes scan over chat, welcoming the users who tip or the ones you've seen before. These streams never did as well as the ones with you masturbating but they did bring in long-term tippers, the ones who requested private texts and videos often. “I'm going out tonight so I need help to make sure I look good, do you think you could help me decide on a few things?” 

Your setup is in your spare room, the one space that made you sign for your apartment as soon as you saw it. Your backdrop is set up right along the back wall, a bed set up lengthwise along the wall with all your pillows to lay down at the perfect angle for your camera. Your vanity is usually behind the camera, only used when you do streams like these, the lights setting the mood. The small closet attached to the room held anything you wore for streams, all your toys and props organized under where everything hung. Tonight you were going out with friends for drinks for a rare night out with friends. You spend most of the time commuting to class and home, and with both your cam schedule and your school schedule you didn’t go out much. And none of your friends knew your little secret and you would keep it like that as long as you possibly could. 

You held up the two options you had picked out for tonight, “maybe I should try them both on for you?” 

It then that beomies name pops up in chat and your smile brightens, “Hi beomiebear! Which one should I try first?” you were going for an angel or devil theme with the white set and the black set in hand, both of them nearly identical to each other.

beomiebear: Don’t we get to see the lingerie first?

“I didn’t even think of that beomie you’re so right. I would need your help to pick out the perfect panties for these, hmm let me see what I have,” you dig through your collection, pulling out a few options for them to pick between. “Here I have pink,” you hold them up one at a time, “white, red, and black. If I wear the white skirt I don’t know if I'll be able to wear the red but why don’t we see?” 

Your top half was mostly in frame as you changed your panties but stepping closer to the bed you could see more of your body in the viewfinder. Picking up the white skirt to pull it on, purposefully tugging it up higher. “see what I mean everyone would be able to see, especially if I bend over,” you demonstrate leaning over the bed and looking over your shoulder as you wiggle your hips. 

beomgyu is sitting in his apartment biting his lip trying to decide if he should touch himself when he has to be ready in an hour to leave for drinks with his friends. Debating if the clean up is worth it but knowing that if he doesn't get off at least once he will be fighting a boner for a while. He watches as you pick up the next pair of panties to try, you’re standing in front of the camera tugging your skirt down enough so that when you take off the red pair the camera doesn't pick it up, but as you tug on the white lace and bend back over the bed he gives up on resisting. The material is just sheer enough to show the outline of your cunt and as you sway your hips asking if these are better the fabric slips along your lips. there is no way he is not touching himself now. “oops,” you giggle fixing the lace so that it sits right again, “maybe not these, don’t want anyone else seeing what is only meant for my angels,” 

you stand back up, “You know what I think the black skirt is better,” you slide the white skirt off leaving you back in your tiny cropped tank and lace panties before sliding up the black skirt, “okay but now the white is too showy,” you bend again, “what should I pick next the black or the pink?” gyu is fast to respond, “okay beomie says pink so I think we have to try that one next,” and gyu doesn't know what happens to him when he sees you wear pink only that he's whimpering with his hand down his sweats picking up his pace as he squeezes his cock. When you bend doing your little wiggle he knows he's the one who sent these to you from your wishlist, that alone makes him cum. His head falls back against the headboard, not caring about the mess anymore when you’re there taking your top off, pushing down on your boobs with your arm to hide giggling about not wanting to wear a bra tonight. Your bare back to the camera as you pull on your new top. 

By the end of your stream, he was cutting it close to making it out on time to meet up with everyone. But when he got to the bar they had saved him a seat at their booth half taken up with his friends and half taken up with yours. 

You were half squished between your friend and soobin, feeling claustrophobic amongst the group. soobin and you have an econ class together along with another friend at the table. He had invited the two of you out a couple of times but it was always on a Friday and you always made the most of Friday nights. But he had asked to celebrate the end of the semester pointing out everyone else was going so you agreed wanting to finally get out even if it was only the one time. So far all of his friends were nice, picking up conversation easily and adding everyone in like they had been besties for years. gyu didn’t even realize it was you at the table until you lifted your head at yeonjuns loud, “Look who finally made it!” 

beomgyu had only just seen you on his screen, putting on lipstick and blowing a kiss to your chat before logging off, he felt like he was hallucinating but he didn’t want to get caught staring. He tried to keep his features blank, avoiding spending too much time looking at you when he nodded a short greeting to everyone. he wasn't fully convinced it was you until soobin was introducing your side of the table, “And this is gyu,” 

your smile was the barest reaction he had ever seen you give, “Hi gyu,” so unlike the way you look when you call him beomie. he sat on the other side of soobin as the others continued their conversation. His hands were slick with sweat as he discreetly pulled out his phone pulling up your private chat, he had messaged you after stream like he usually did complimenting you, your sweet reply always going straight to his heart. He typed out a message for you clicking his phone off and letting it sit in his lap as he watched you pick yours up. 

beomiebear: I hope you’re thinking of me while you’re dressed that pretty tonight don’t need you forgetting me. 

beomgyu was trying not to make it obvious he was watching you as your face lit up typing before clicking your phone off. In his lap, his buzzed and he knew it was you. That little smile gave away more than anything else. 

you: There is no way I could forget about you when I'm always thinking about you <3

And as much as beomgyu wants to talk to you he's completely scared shitless. 

He feels like the second you two lock eyes you'll know he knows you’re a cam girl. That you'll feel weird once you know he's watched you get off for what feels like forever. Not even that he just watched but he's gotten off more times than he can count from watching you. that not even two hours ago he was fucking his hand wishing it was you and you had only been changing. He wouldn't be able to take it if you ignored him, stopped answering his messages, and smiled at his user. So he bit his tongue and sat back.

beomgyu didn’t think he would have a problem acting normal but when your friend dragged you out onto the dance floor it was almost painful not to watch you. the way your body was moving drawing him in without him noticing he was stuck on you until soobin bumped his shoulder, “just talk to her,” 

“w-what no,” he stumbled, waving away the suggestion, “she wouldn't- I'm not-“ his heart was beating so hard he's sure any more attention brought to him would give him away. 

“I will if you don’t,” gyu gave the deadliest glance, it was the last thing he ever wanted to think about, his friend and you together when it should be him. soobin chuckled, “I'm kidding I like her friend but it proves my point on why you should speak up,” 

beomgyu bit the inside of his cheek before muttering, “I'm getting another drink,” 

and that's where you found him at the bar. He was checking the time on his phone waiting for his drink when you popped up next to him leaning over the bartop waving over the bartender. Not even noticing he was from your group until the bartender walked right past ignoring you. gyu went stiff, placing his phone face down on the counter when you spoke up, “gyu right?” 

“Yeah,” he absentmindedly starts to play with the charm on his phone, flicking the lollipop. He knows you've never seen him, that you wouldn't know him in the way he knows you. Every shared glance feels as if you will just know it's him, like his username is written on his forehead that if you paid enough attention would be visible to only you. He could feel a pit in his stomach, a brewing mix of embarrassment and need. If he wasn't worried you would freak out he wanted to get to know you like he would any other girl in the bar. Ask you to dance, get you a drink, flirt until the sun comes up; he wanted you to like him, feel something for him even if it was a fraction of what he felt for you. 

“how do you know soobin?” you ask just trying to make conversation as you wait for another bartender to pass. 

“we're childhood friends and we roomed together our first year,” he flicks the charm again, looking over at the glasses lining the wall in front of the two of you, missing the way you looked down at what he was messing with. 

You could feel your heart in your ears at seeing the charm on his phone, the instant realization almost blinding. Your silence is what makes gyu look back at you, both of you looking at eachother like you saw a ghost. The two of you jumped out of your skin when Yeonjun and Kai came up behind gyu to say goodbye. 

“beomgyu were leaving,” and if Kai hadn't said his name at that exact moment you could have written it off. Anyone could be beomiebear it didn’t have to be gyu but mixed with the phone charm at that exact moment you couldn't have missed it. 

“o-okay,” beomgyu had to clear his throat to get the words out. the final nail in the coffin was when Yeonjun ruffled gyus hair as a salute not knowing he was leaving the two of you in a puddle of nerves after saying, “Bye beomie,” 

Even if it's a packed room, the only thing you can see is gyu in front of you. you had always dreaded the day when you would meet a member outside of chat, the possibility so much higher with your face uncovered. Now you were face to face with someone you had proof watched almost every single one of your streams. “so… is it going to be really uncomfortable now?” 

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable at all. I wasn't going to say anything,” beomgyu feels like he's rambling, grasping for straws to try to right the situation. You can see the panic on his face, the same face you're re-examining with your new clarity. A deep blush is set across his cheeks, his brows pinched in worry. 

“no it's okay I'm more shocked than uncomfortable,” you try to laugh it off, finger brushing over the little bear charm. “Happy to put a face to the name, you’re way cuter than I imagined,” 

beomgyu could feel warmth all over his body at the compliment, a soft smile showing itself. “you think?” it was so much better in person to hear you say nice things, to know it was meant for him alone. 

you give a soft chuckle waving, “Do you want to dance with me? I don’t think the bartender cares about us at this point,” 

“o-okay,” 

beomgyu couldn't believe you were here, the two of you are so close now that beomgyu can smell your perfume, making his cock so much harder remembering your panties pressed to his face, aided now by the way you were grinding back on him. he had a hard time putting his hands on you in the first place, you have to guide him to grab your waist. But as the night went on he was finding it easier and easier to let his hands roam wherever you let him. 

It felt as if you've known him for so long, everything falling into place as if you've always known each other, like that first stream was a first date and you haven't been apart since. If it had been anyone else you think you would have gone straight home and locked yourself away, with beomiebear, with beomgyu, you felt as if you could lock the two of you in a room and never leave. Because even if he had been behind the screen he still had picked up on the way you liked things. 

You turned wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to your mouth, “it's getting late,” 

“I don’t wanna go,” he confessed not caring if you could feel his erection pressed against you, he wanted to stay with you not see you go. 

“You don’t want to go home with me?” if you could push yourself any closer you would just to make your point, “Because something tells me you really do,” 

beomgyus mouth is dry, trying and failing to come up with words that won't seem too needy because all he wants to do is beg. he would have you right here if he could, right in the back of the uber you called to pick the two of you up. He's never been so nervous to be with anyone before, even his first time he was less needy and more confident. What breaks him is when you get to your apartment, when you push open the door to your spare room and he sees that pink bed from your background, moody lights and all. He moans at the thought of all the times he's seen you spread out on those very pillows with your hand between your thighs. The white skirt and panties you didn’t wear were still on the floor. “are you really wearing the panties I picked out?” his voice was caught in his throat, not at all how he wanted it to come off. But you just smile from the doorway, no one has ever been in here with you before and it gives you butterflies.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” you ask, sliding your hands up his chest and around his neck. 

He's slow to kiss you, the soft tentative nature of his kiss unlike how you thought he would be. He was being so gentle, taking his time with you, exploring the way you two fit together. His hands at your waist pulling you into him, kissing you breathless. beomgyu could make out with you forever, making every effort to know you inside and out. one hand sliding down the curve of your ass, pushing your shirt up until he was feeling the lace of your panties, groaning into your kiss. “do you-,” he can’t even pull himself away from you, pressing himself closer, coming back to your mouth like it was the source, “do you think-“

you have to pull away giggling. “it's okay beomgyu I'll still kiss you after you ask your question,” he's nodding like he understands, nose brushing against yours as he tries to latch back onto your mouth. 

“Do you think I could watch you?” those puppy dog eyes working wonders on your stomach, “please,”

“only if I get to see what it looks like on the other side of the screen,” you reach down to cup him over his jeans, “it's only fair,” beomgyu has never been so noisy in his life, whimpering as you feel him up, wanting to thrust into the air when you pull away. “Do you want me to use a toy?” 

he's nodding his head watching you pull open your closet door, the drawer you pull open overstocked with everything he's ever seen you use in a stream, even things he hasn't seen you use yet. He's almost a little shocked at the sight of all the options to choose from, mind filtering through every reaction he can remember you having with each one, needing to see your lashes flutter. It's when he sees the wand toy from the first stream he attended that he knows there was never another option for him. 

beomgyu sits on your vanity chair, leaning back against the cushion to get the perfect angle to watch you. The nerves were new for you, even the first few streams you had done you had been able to overlook the feeling because you were just alone in the room and no one really watched. Now you were actively being seen because even if the chat was running it was almost always positive comments that boosted your ego. Even other partners hadn't stepped into the space and maybe that's what was making it worse, you didn’t want to disappoint, but as you laid back on the pillows all stacked up to keep you slightly upright and looked at beomgyu it all faded away. He was watching you like he was seconds away from devouring you, that needy crease to his brow, the hem of his shirt rolled up just enough to show off his navel and waistband of his underwear. 

You lifted your knees to your chest using your arm to help keep them up, the way you were folded made your panties tighten against your cunt, the wet outline making gyus mouth water. He popped the button of his jeans, zipping down the zipper, to give him some release. You clicked on the vibrator, the hum the only sound in the room as you pressed it over your clit. Your reaction was instant, hips jerking and lashes fluttering. You could see the way beomgyus breathing increased, his hand pushed into his pants, lip between his teeth to keep his moans quiet. 

“I want to hear you,” you gasp, “I need to hear you,” 

beomgyu nods adam's apple bobbing, the breathy whimpers taking up all of the space in your mind until he pulls down his pants. His cock is heavy as it slaps against his stomach, beomgyu works fast to take off his shirt not caring where it lands as you focus in on every vein on his shaft. He's already so leaky, all his precum aiding his strokes. The visual of watching his hand working himself drives you insane, your imagination running wild as his hand pumps up and down stopping right at the flared tip, picturing exactly what it would feel like when he pushes into you. Your orgasm comes crashing down on you, the pretty sounds coming from your mouth alone have beomgyu following right after, both of you locking eyes across the room as you try to come down from your high. gyus stomach is covered in streaks of his cum, sliding down with every breath he takes. You click off the wand not wanting to overstimulate yourself letting it fall in the pillows next to you.

Your panties are completely soaked as you push them down, strings of wetness still clinging to the fabric. You toss them over to beomgyu who's eager to catch them, cleaning up the mess he's made only to wrap them around his still-hard cock, letting your combined cum work as more lube for his slow pumps. “Your cock is so pretty beomie, does it put the gift I gave you to good use?” 

beomgyus thrusts up into his hand at the nickname, “Yes, I-I make sure to give it clitty kisses just like you told me,” 

you run your fingers through your slick folds spreading your legs wider to give him a better view, “are you going to give me clitty kisses before you fuck me?” beomgyu has to pull his hand away from himself before he came again at the question. He had dreamed of tasting you; getting lost between your thighs. He dropped your panties making his way to kneel in front of you on the bed. You still had your shirt and skirt on and he helped take both of them off before hooking your knees over his shoulders. As much as he has seen your pussy on screen nothing beats in person, your swollen clit covered in your slick, his head framed by your thighs. beomgyu is licking his lips as you brush your fingers through his hair, pushing the strands behind his ears, his eyes flickering up to yours as he wraps his hands around your thighs to keep you still. “how is it that you look this edible?”

you roll your hips, the heels of your feet pushing into his back, “just get to eating me,” 

his lips ghost over your clit, your whimper drawing him closer, soft kisses dusting over every part of your pussy. You have to tighten your hold on his hair, pushing him to your clit to get him to move past all his teasing. beomgyu moans at the taste of you, the vibrations aiding his work on your clit. If he could spend the rest of the night between your legs overstimulating you he would. Every sound and movement in reaction to the way he's making you feel fuling him on. He's messy as he buries his face into you, all of your wetness gathered on his tongue as he circles your bundle of nerves, sucking deeply making you roll your head back. Your second orgasm is blinding as he presses two fingers into you, the pressure making you see spots, legs closing in around his ears. 

When beomgyu pulls away your legs feel weak when they rest back on the bed. He kisses up your stomach, loving your uneven breathing as you try to come back to reality. His mouth is all over you, tongue trialing your skin before he finds your nipples. Taking his time with each he lightly tugs them between his teeth, sucking along the delicate flesh leaving marks up and down your body. beomgyus thinking about seeing all the hickeys he's leaving on you when you stream, everyone knowing someone had their mouth on you. The thought alone has him humping into the mattress, your giggles waking him up as you run your thumb over his cheek, “who knew beomiebear would be so needy,” 

“only for you,” he confesses kissing your extended wrist, “please let me fuck you, please,” 

you don’t hesitate to let your legs fall open wider as an invitation beomgyus cock already pressed against your thigh, sticky still from earlier. “you don’t need to beg,” 

you help him guide himself to your entrance, mushroom tip pressing in enough to make you shiver, mouth opening in a silent moan at the feeling. beomgyu can’t contain his noises, eyes glued to where the two of you are connected. He pushed in further the sight of him disappearing into your cunt like a beacon he won’t look away from. He doesn’t look up to see your face until he gives one last thrust to fully knock his pelvis to yours. Your head is rolled back with that hazy fucked out expression and he’s hardly done anything at all. he rolls his hips back before pushing all the way back in your whimper tearing him apart. “you feel so fucking good,” 

beomgyu sits back on his heels dragging you with him, hands holding your hips as your back arches. The angle pushing him right against your gspot, your feet digging Into the mattress as gyu frantically picks up his pace. He guides your body down on his cock, every thrust making your boobs bounce. beomgyu is lost in the feeling, desperate whimpers escaping him, veins in his hands and arms bulging from his hold on you. 

“beomie,” the name slipping so easily, the whine making beomgyu feel like any second he would cum especially when you felt this warm, this wet. He was using you like his own personal cock sleeve focused solely on getting his cum as deep as possible into you. 

Blindly you reached out next to you for the vibrator, finding it and turning it on pressing it to your clit. beomgyu can feel his orgasm building aided by the way you’re squeezing him. Sloppily thrusting he feels the tightness in his balls, he presses as close as he can get himself to you. 

The fucked out expression on his face as his hot cum spills inside you triggers your orgasm, the wand pressed to your clit also pressed to the base of his cock overstimulating the both of you. You go to move it but beomgyu’s hand shoots out holding the vibrator in place watching the way your body convulses. Thighs trying to close in around him, your cries loud enough you know you’ll get a noise complaint. But beomgyu’s cock is still pulsing your body milking him in a way no one ever has before. 

It’s only when he sees the tears in your eyes that he pulls the wand away, switching it off and laying himself onto you. His mouth is on your neck, hammering pulse pressed to his lips as he gives you slow soft thrusts making sure you’re stuffed full of his cum. 

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers curling in the sweaty strands of hair at the base of his neck. Both of you catch your breath slowly coming back to yourselves. 

When he pulls out you feel the overwhelming gush of your combined cum slipping out and down to puddle on the mattress. beomgyu sat back watching in amazement. “I’ve always wanted to see what your pussy would look like after i was done with it,” two fingers scooping up anything he could to stuff it right back in.

🏷 taglist: @kissmekissykissme @bts-txt-ateez @apeachty @stwq2349 @isa942572 
@tomorrowxforever @beestvng @soobingf-blog @lovinjjong @lola-horore-553 
@cypher-03 @midnight-mochii @hueningwhy @choibeomning @soobinbunnie5 
@yunjinswifee @cupidtaehyun @bamgeutsz @prince-jjae

and a very special thank you to @fairyofshampgyu for beta reading this for me <33333

[vivizzn]

how am I just discovering this fic this is actually one of the best things I have ever read on tumblr 🥹🥹

bro beomgyu in this... #needthat

[teliphone]

Secret

Summary: I sometimes question why the universe made Jang Wonyoung my best friend. Sure, we relate to many things. We enjoy the same makeup brands. We laugh at the same jokes. But there is one clear difference: Wonyoung always gets what she wants. I secretly loathe that and I sometimes wonder if Wonyoung notices. Just this once I beg this statement to be false when it comes to my long-term crush Kim Jiwon (Liz). I’ve had a crush on her for so long that Wonyoung has gotten sick of listening to me gush over her. If Wonyoung knew I had a crush on Liz, she wouldn’t make a move on her right? 

MeanPopular!Wonyoung x PrettyLoner!Liz x FemReader  

Warning(s): Everyone is toxic but in a tasty way, Smut, Secrets, Exposing, Fingering, Oral, Praise Kink

Word count: 5k

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The school lunch in front of me doesn’t seem that appetizing today. Maybe it was because I felt a lack of hunger. I push the silver tray aside with the tip of my finger and examine my friend, Wonyoung, who is on the opposite side of the table. She is currently busy applying lip gloss. I watch how she tilts her face from side to side to check herself in her small mirror. She rubs her lips together as she clasps the mirror shut. Without asking she hands me the lip gloss and hand mirror. An unspoken action is usually done between us. We love to share everything. I don’t know if it’s because we are friends or the secret craving I have to be just like her. She’s the perfect Jang Wonyoung. Smart, cunning, funny, beautiful, and alluring. For as long as I have known her, she always gets what she wants and I can’t help but feel the jealousy grow over time. Every attention passes by me and goes directly to her. I can’t hate her though. Yes, she can be mean but without her I am nothing. With her status, I was able to make my name known. 

“Not hungry?” She asks me as I start to apply her gloss to my lips. I pucker my lips to look at the glossy shine and hum the answer, “No.” She sighs and looks around the lunch room. Judging by her face, I can tell she is bored. I hand her products back. She aimlessly drops them into her bag and then rests her chin on her fist. 

“You’re bored?” I laugh. 

“So bored,” She sings out. Her heavy-lidded eyes scan the room til she stops on a student. Her pink lips turn into a smirk, and then her tongue sticks out to touch the corner of her upper lip. Her eyes twinkle with a mischievous glint. She leans her upper body over the table. She brings her hand to cover her mouth to whisper gently in my ears. Her long smooth black hair tickles my cheeks. 

“Liz is over there,” She breathes. My heart rate starts to pick up. She chuckles and leans back to her straight upward sitting position. She brushes her hair to the right side which reveals her neck. She smiles so brightly that it reaches her eyes. I nervously rub my upper arm and avert my eyes to the table. I don’t want to look at Liz. It will be too obvious. 

“She looks dolled up today,” She chirps. I fail to be nonchalant and snap my neck to look over. Liz’s hair is in a long braid and her bangs are perfectly curled. Her head slightly tilts back to laugh with a hand up to cover her mouth. Her hand lowers and I catch a view of her cute dimple. I subconsciously smile. I feel a kick under the table which brings me back to the table. Wonyoung is staring at me with her arms crossed. I look at her with a confused look. 

“Call her over,” She suggests. I immediately widen my eyes and shake my head no. I didn’t understand why she was suddenly acting like this. I can’t help but feel like she is doing this out of boredom. Was this entertaining to her? She examines me a little bit before I notice her eyes shift. A change so fast I wasn’t able to stop her. She stands up and turns her body. 

“Liz come here!” Wonyoung beams with a cheeky smile. I’ve never seen her smile this bright. She brings her hands up and gestures for Liz to come over. I feel my heart hammering against my chest. My clothes suddenly feel tight and stuffy. 

“Are you crazy?! Please stop!” I whisper. She ignores my plea and urges Liz to come over. I quickly glance to see Liz looking surprised, probably because Wonyoung had called her over. Liz shyly points a finger towards herself. 

“Yes, you. You don’t want me to keep on waiting, do you?” Wonyoung pouts and playfully crosses her arms. I hear students around us whispering with each other. It doesn’t seem to bother Wonyoung. She is too immersed in whatever plan she has in mind. Just as expected, she gets whatever she wants; Liz starts walking towards our table. Her eyes shift to look at me for a split second before she returns her attention to Wonyoung. I feel my insecurities creeping up my neck. Being next to Wonyoung with my crush was the last thing I wanted to happen. I quiet down and curl my hands into a fist on my lap. Wonyoung cutely chuckles and twirls the end of her hair with the tips of her fingers. 

“Where did you get your hair done?” She asks while batting her eyes. Liz subconsciously starts touching her braid with a shy smile.

“Oh, this? I actually do it myself,” She responds timidly. Wonyoung gasps and reaches her hand over to touch Liz’s hair. I feel anger spark the moment I see my friend touch her. I glare at Wonyoung hoping she can see or at least feel it, but she is too busy chatting with Liz.

“Wow, that's impressive! It looks so good on you,” Wonyoung sugars. Liz lowers her gaze as her cheeks turn bright red. Wonyoung halts her movement for a moment. I can see the gears in her head clicking into place. It doesn’t take a psychologist to find out that Liz has an attraction to Wonyoung. Something deep in my heart starts to ache. It didn’t shock me that Liz would like her. It’s Jang Wonyoung. But still, I feel so unseen and unattractive. I have never seen them talking together before and all it took was one compliment from Wonyoung to get Liz blushing. Wonyoung tilts her head to make eye contact with Liz again. 

“You should totally do this hairstyle on me next time,” Wonyoung requests. Liz widens her eyes and it took every muscle in you to not get up and leave.

“Y-you want me to do this to you?” Liz blushes. Wonyoung lightly laughs, her eyes sparkling. Usually, her laughs sound cute but with the anger fueling in me it sounds like nails against the chalkboard. 

“Of course! Who else can do a pretty braid like yours?’ Wonyoung pouts, ‘Hm… you should hang out with us more often. I always see you by yourself. Doesn’t it get lonely?”

Liz shifts a little uncomfortable. She fidgets with the hem of her school uniform. Wonyoung isn’t wrong. Liz doesn’t really have friends. She goes to school and immediately heads home after. It’s rare to see her hanging out with friends outside of school. In my eyes, Liz is too pretty and nice to not have friends. I wonder if she prefers that way or if she can’t socialize. Wonyoung is the complete opposite. She is chatting with different people each hour. She goes to parties and hangs out nearly every weekend. She has no choice, people are always coming up to her. Besides, she told me she loves the attention. I felt like that question was pushing it too far. Wonyoung doesn’t know what goes through Liz’s life. I finally have to courage to speak up. 

“Don’t push her,” I insist. This grabs Wonyoungs attention. She tilts her eyebrows up in curiosity. I clench my jaw and glare deep into her eyes. This seems to amuse her. She stares back at me, her eyes not moving away. We study each other quietly. 

“I would love to join you guys,” Liz breaks the silence. Wonyoung snaps her neck to Liz and smiles.

“Great! Let's hang out tomorrow!” Wonyoung chirps. I nearly roll my eyes, but I stop myself. Liz shyly brushes her fingers against her skirt to straighten it. 

“Bye Wonyoung…,’ she turns to look at me, ‘Bye Y/n.” 

It irritates me how much my heart quicken at her saying my name. Why is it so easy for her to make me react? I break a smile at her and gently nod my head to acknowledge her goodbyes. Her eyes brighten and she grins wider. She spins her heel and heads away from the table. Once she’s far enough I snap. 

“What was that?” I nearly cuss. My hand is starting to cramp at how hard I’ve been clenching it. Wonyoung tilts her head back and lets out another laugh. 

“Don’t be so jealous,” She giggles. I suck in a deep breath to prevent myself from lashing out. I embarrassingly let out a shaky breath. 

“You were so touchy over her. You know I like her,” I whisper cautiously. Wonyoungs smiles drops into a blank stare. 

“I do know that. That’s why I invited her over,” She states like it’s obvious. 

“What?” 

“Ugh. I made her become friends with us so she can get closer… which means you would have a better opportunity to make a move on her,” She explains. The fist I was clenching relaxes. Oh, so she was doing this for me. I am a little confused because she could’ve been less flirty. Her plan seems to favor her more. Nevertheless, I guess I should thank her. 

“Thanks? But it’s so evident that she likes you,” I mumble. 

“That was something I didn’t really expect. I can’t control what people like,” She shrugs her shoulders. She gets up from the seat and swings her bag over her shoulders.

“Come on let’s skip,” She beams. 

-

It’s been several days since Liz started to hang out with us. I am still a nervous wreck around her. I can’t keep eye contact with her long before I need to break it. Our interactions have increased thanks to Wonyoung. Her calculations where I can get closer were a little right. Liz and I share inside jokes and water bottles. I got to learn a new side of her. I can tell her walls are breaking down around us. She is not as shy or quiet as I thought. I find her so funny and cute while Wonyoung finds her interesting. It might be because Liz obviously turns red whenever Wonyoung leans close to her to grab something. Or the fact that Liz starts to slip on her words when Wonyoung playfully flirts. Wonyoung playfully flirts with everyone, she calls it being cute. I can’t be upset she’s treating Liz the same way she does to everyone else, right?

We are sitting in the library to try and study for the upcoming exam. I spin my pen against two of my fingers. The study paper is starting to merge and make no sense. Liz sits next to me while Wonyoung is sitting on the opposite side. A few textbooks lay open but unused in front of us. None of us are really studying. 

“Oh my! You’re so funny Liz!” Wonyoung laughs and slides her hands on top of Liz’s. A quick move that doesn’t go unnoticed by my eyes. Wonyoung is always giving her long deep stares and small touches. I am starting to realize that Wonyoung might be enjoying Liz’s blush a little too much. Liz calms down from her laughter and reaches into her bag to pull out a familiar lip gloss brand. I can immediately recognize it by how many times I’ve used Wonyoung’s gloss.

“Is that…” I pause as I watch Liz apply the product over her plumpy lips. I shamelessly stare at her lips. She rubs her lips together to spread the shine evenly. They look so plump, pretty, and glossy. A blush creeps up my cheeks because I realize I know exactly how her lips would taste if we shared a kiss. 

“Yup, I told her to buy this product. Doesn’t this shade look so pretty on her?” Wonyoung gushes. Liz shyly smiles, hiding her blush by pretending to look busy with putting the lip gloss away. Wonyoung leans her face closer. 

“You’re already blushing,” She teases. Liz nervously laughs and waves her hands no. She scoots herself closer to me to avoid Wonyoung. I can feel her body heat against mine. I press my lips together and straighten my posture. Liz places her head against my shoulder and nuzzles closer. My heart leaps out of my chest. 

“She keeps teasing me,” Liz complains against my neck. I nervously gulp like a touch-starved person. I mumble out a word. My brain is not functioning right with how close she is pressed against me.

“What did you say?” Liz asks lifting her head to look at me. I turn my head to face her and my eyes widen. With how close her face is to me I lose all sense of cool. There is almost a golden glow around her. I can smell the lip gloss from her lips. She flutters her eyes slowly and I forget how to breathe. 

“I…” The cat caught my tongue. Liz’s lips curl into a sly smile and she narrows her eyes. Her eyes glitter a little with amusement. I think she is starting to figure out my attraction towards her.  Wonyoung crashes in by sitting next to Liz. She wraps her arms around Liz’s biceps. She complains about something, but my head is humming too much to hear. I am sort of thankful because it took some attention off me. Every time Wonyoung rubs against Liz, it causes her body to grind against me. I lift my head and shut my eyes as I silently pray. I don’t know what I am praying for. Should I pray for this to stop or continue? Am I secretly enjoying having her body press against mine? 

-

Over time, all that teasing from Wonyoung eventually made Liz bolder. She’s learning from Wonyoung and the shy girl is no longer there. She is starting to wear more revealing clothes that emphasize her hidden curves. She has caught me staring a couple of times. We are currently in the bathroom of our school checking ourselves. Wonyoung slides her fingers between her hair to volumize it. 

“You’re getting prettier,” Wonyoung states as she eyes Liz fixing her necklace. I roll my eyes in annoyance. I had always known Liz was pretty and she is now finding out. Instead of the usual blushing Liz, she smirks and laughs instead. 

“You think I’m pretty?” Liz hums and bats her eyes. My jaw nearly drops at how confident she has gotten. Wonyoung blinks quickly and a disbelief laugh comes out. For the first time, she is a bit stunned to say anything back. Liz returns her attention to the mirror and fixes her top. She moves her hands over her chest and gives it a push. Her eyes glaze over to look at me. I flinch and avert my eyes to the sink. I feel her presence gets closer to me. Her finger touches my chin and she tilts my head up. She leans close to my face. 

“Do you think I’m pretty?” She asks slowly. I feel butterflies flutter their wings all over my stomach. I wanted to press my lips against hers but I didn’t dare. 

“I always have,” I confess. Her smile drops a little and a soft pink shade appears on her cheeks. Her pupils glance down to my lips for a second before she turns away. She lets out a low fake cough. Wonyoung watches the whole scene with heavy-lidded eyes. She nibbles and bites her bottom lip. Her fingernails dig into the sleeves of her uniform. 

The rest of the day was a little weird yet nice. Liz kept touching me and whispering in my ears. Of course, I turn red every time she gives me attention. I am not used to her teasing me. Not only does she tease me but she also checks up on me. Making sure I have eaten or drank water. When I responded that I hadn't drunk water, she got up from her seat to go buy me a water bottle. She then would unclasp the bottle cap and hand it over. 

-

It has been a couple of months in the friendship before I hear Wonyoung groan: 

“Don't you think Liz has gotten too… I don’t know… dominant?” 

It is just Wonyoung and I relaxing in her room. The sunset is glowing brightly through the window. The curtains sway slightly by the wind. I lay on her pink carpet with my legs swinging up. The book between my hands is no longer interesting. 

“What?” I laugh as I lower the random book I picked from her selves. Wonyoung rolls over on her bed til she's on her stomach. Her eyebrows furrowed in frustration. 

“No, I am serious. It was so fun teasing her and making her blush, but now she doesn’t react anymore. She is starting to flirt and tease me… me!?” She complains as she points to herself. 

“What’s wrong with that?”

“What's wrong with that?! What’s wrong, is that it feels too neck to neck. I like it when the other person is flustered and squirming under my stare,”  She puffs out her cheeks. I look at her in disbelief. I can’t believe this is something she is complaining about. 

Like Deja Vu, here I am sitting on the school bathroom sink countertop with Liz next to me, applying lip gloss. I tilt my head as I closely examine her. There’s no one else in the bathroom but us. I like it this way.

“I think Wonyoung doesn’t like it when I flirt back,” She chuckles. She turns her head to look at me. Her glossy lips distract me. 

“Mm?” I hum out, looking from her lips to her eyes. I innocently smile hoping she didn’t catch it.

“I said… I don’t think Wonyoung likes it when I flirt with her,” Liz repeats, slowing her words. I couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. 

“It’s true. She told me yesterday,” I confirm. She pouts a little and places a hand on the sink counter to lean her body towards me. 

“Really… that’s a bummer. I thought we had a fun little secret going on,” She sighs. I couldn’t help but frown. My jealousy has reached up my throat. 

“What secret?” I fume. 

“Like a secret relationship,” She continues. Her eyes darted to the way my hands curl into a fist. Relationship? I feel poison sting my tongue.

“I don’t like that,” I mumble honestly. She scoots closer til her hip touches my thighs. 

“Mm how come?” She hums. She waits patiently for me to find the right words. I don’t want to expose myself too much. 

“I… I don’t like seeing you guys flirt with each other. I get jealous,” I mumble the last part, but she hears because of how close we are. 

“Why would you be jealous?” Her eyes begin to dim. I nervously gulp and avert my eyes to her uniform skirt.

“Wonyoung was my friend first. I miss how she would only do it to me-“

“Don’t lie to me y/n,” Liz whispers. She moves her body til she is between my legs. I feel the material of her skirt grind against the flesh of my thighs. Her hands press on the counter beside my hip. I feel my heart rate increasing. My breathing hicks. I peek up to look into her dark orbs. Her cheeks are red and I feel my pride soar. She’s blushing… for me. 

“I-I’m not,” I painfully lie. Liz rolls her eyes in annoyance and I can’t help but find it attractive. 

“Wonyoung told me about your silly big crush on me. I didn’t believe it at first… until I saw it in your eyes. The panic you revealed when I touched you. It’s adorable,” Liz giggles as she touches the side of my cheek. Her thumb rubs my skin gently. Her other hand reaches up against my thighs. Something in my lower stomach feels weird.

“Tell me. Is it true?” She whispers. She stares so deeply into my eyes as if she’s trying to read my soul. Making sure the next thing I say is completely true. 

“Yes… I like you,” I confess. My eyes start to water a little. I feel a little embarrassed to be confessing to her this way. Is this one of her fun flirting moments? I would like the earth to swallow me right now if that is the case. A glare reflects off her eyes. She leans her head close to my ears. 

“Good. I like you too,” She purrs. She can’t tell how wide my eyes widened. Her head dips toward my neck. I grip the counter and squeeze my legs together. She gives my neck a soft kiss before facing me again. I can still feel the glossy lip product lingering on my skin. 

“Do you want me?” She asks. I’m starting to feel shy with the amount of questions. I turn my head to the side. 

“Yes,” I answer. She places her fingers under my chin and turns it to face her. 

“Don’t look away,” She mumbles as she leans in for a kiss. I immediately shut my eyes close. Her plump lip brushes against mine slowly. She presses her body closely against me. Her mouth moves smoothly. My tongue brushes against her lips and I taste the lip gloss. Her other hand runs against my spine before she pulls my waist closer. I let out an embarrassing grunt. 

Liz pulls away, panting heavily. Her eyelids are heavy and her cheeks are bright red. I lick my lips to taste her mouth again. My chest moves up and down fast. 

“Kiss me again?” I beg. She returns her soft lips to mine. This time with more urgency and pressure. She hums and opens her mouth slightly. Her wet tongue brushes against mine. She tilts her head and kisses me deeply. Our bodies start to move against each other. Once her skirt grinds along my core I let out a soft moan. She pulls away again and a saliva trail connects between us. She grabs my hands and pulls me off the counter. She drags me into one of the stalls. I stare at her in shock. Adrenaline rushes in my veins. She locks the doors and then pushes me against the stall walls. I wrap my arms around her neck as we kiss. Her hands sneak around the edge of my skirt. I can feel her finger drag up towards my panties. I gasp which breaks our kiss. She looks at me with her sweet dark eyes. 

“Would you be able to handle this?” She asks quietly. Her fingers are hooked around my panties. I nod my head quickly. 

“Yes,” I breathe out. She tugs my panties down to my knees. Her mouth starts kissing my neck as her finger starts to explore my core. I spread my legs a little more for her. I feel her middle finger rub against my wet cunt. She moves it up and down my slit, collecting the silky substance.  She chuckles which vibrates against my neck. 

“Hurry,” I grunt. She bites my neck which causes me to hiss. She drags her tongue along my skin before sucking again. 

“Don’t rush me,” She warns. I bite my lip and lean my head back against the stall. I feel her adding another finger to the action. Suddenly her two digits rub against my clit causing me to gasp. I shut my eyes tightly. My clit gets rubbed over and over. My wetness increases, making it easier for her to rub and squeeze my clit. 

“Liz,” I softly moan. She pulls her head away from sucking on my neck. She looks at my flustered face. Her fingers never stop moving. 

“You like that?” She blushes. 

“Mm yes,” I moan. She enjoys watching how breathless I am starting to get. She loves how my legs are struggling to keep still. She pats my thighs to signal me to spread them more. Suddenly the doors to the bathroom swing open and a couple of girls walk in. Liz halts her movement. They chat and laugh amongst themselves. They stand in front of the mirrors to check up. 

“Can you keep quiet?” Liz presses her lips against my ears. Before I could answer I felt her slowly push her two fingers into my cunt. I let out a gasp but was immediately silenced by Liz’s palm. Her hand presses against my lips as she slowly pushes her fingers in and out. 

“B-be still,” Liz warns. She is flustered by how wet my cunt feels against her two digits. She nearly lets out a moan at how warm my core welcomes her in. She starts increasing her pace and my thighs begin to shake. Tears start to collect in the corner of my eyes. I fear getting caught, but I also feel too good. I wish for her to go faster, but with her hand pressed against my mouth, I can’t speak. 

“Be good and I’ll go faster,” She promises. I quickly nod my head. I close my eyes to distract myself from her fingers. Anything to prevent me from moaning and shaking. The girls seem to be gathering their makeup and starting to leave. Each minute feels long. Each second they take is the same amount of time Liz thrusts her finger deep into me. Once the doors shut Liz removes her hand from my lips. She places it on the wall beside my head. 

“Let me hear you,” She demands as she quickens her fingers. She curls her fingers and it presses against my soft walls. I let out a moan followed by a whimper. She continues to thrust deep into my core. I feel something build in my lower stomach. My hand shoots down to grip her wrist. 

“I-I’m close,” I warn. She slaps my hand away and deeply chuckles. Her pace seems to increase. This menace is going to make me cum in a few minutes. I embarrassingly let out a moan at her fingers abusing my cunt. 

“Fuck, Liz, I feel so good,” I express. She doesn’t slow down.

“Cum for me Y/n,” She whispers as she feels my walls tightening around her fingers. I whimper and moan as I feel myself getting close to my high. I feel so sensitive and hot. My hand grips her back and my core chases after her digits. My hair starts to stick against my forehead and neck. 

“You look so hot,” Liz blushes. I let out a loud squeal as I reached my orgasm. My wetness runs down my leg. I cuss and whimper as Liz continues to move her fingers. She seems too deep in awe to stop. I clench my hands on her wrist. 

“Slow down,” I beg her. She gives me a deep kiss as she pulls her fingers out of me. I am breathing heavily, using the walls to keep myself up. My heart is hammering against my chest. She gently pats my cheeks to get my attention. I feel a little dizzy as I look at her. 

“Kneel,” She demands. I blink and feel my cunt squeeze at nothing. She looks so needy and horny. I tiredly smile and lower myself to my knees. I place my hands on her thighs and stare up. She quickly removes her panties and lifts her skirt up. She spreads her lips apart with her already silky fingers to expose her wet pink cunt. She looks so hot in this position. 

“Come on. Use that pretty mouth,” She sighs. I scoot closer with my tongue out. My tired eyes never leave her needy ones. I lean my mouth onto her core. My tongue starts to move up and down her wet cunt. She lets out a hiss. She places her free hand on top of my head. I feel her fingers gently push my face in. I moan at her taste. Her scent drowns my senses. 

“Your mouth feels so good,” She compliments. She thrusts her core into my mouth. Dragging her clit against my tongue. Her head tilts back and she lets out a cute squeal. I tap onto her thighs to warn her to keep quiet. I continue licking and sucking her clit. Her legs twitch and her stomach flexes. 

“Keep doing that. I’m so close,” She pants. Her grip on my hair is starting to get tighter, but I don’t care. I want her to come into my mouth. I want her to feel good. 

“This will be our little secret,” She grunts out. Secret? I feel jealousy rise again. No, I want the whole school to know she’s mine. I flick my tongue faster against her clit. People need to hear her moaning because of me. I suck harder, causing her to close her eyes and cuss. At the end of our session, she will soon figure no one can make her feel as good as I can. Her moans start to become high-pitched and my lips curve into a cunning smile. With one last suck, she lets out a loud squeal. She presses my head into her cunt as she rides her orgasm. I lick every drop of her juice. Humming at her sweet taste. 

She tugs my head away from overstimulation. Her legs shake adorably. I wipe my lips with the back of my hand. I get up from my kneeling position to give her a sweet kiss. I pull away and lean into her ears. 

“If this is our secret, I’m going to try my best to get you caught,” I whisper. 

-

Wonyoung jumps up from her seat once she lands her eyes on us. She rushes over and clings to Liz’s arm. 

“Where were you guys?! I was waiting for so long. I missed you,” She pouts. Liz softly chuckles while I keep my mouth shut. I can still taste Liz on my tongue. 

“You were? Sorry. What’s for lunch?” Liz changes the topic. She glances over to look at me. A small smile appears on her lips. I smile at her back. 

Our little secret. We’ll see how long we’ll keep this up. 

[dearjiwon]

tonight im yours ⌗ jake smau

ㅤ♡ EX JAKE x READER — smau

content warning 𝜗ৎ nudes, suggestive content, implied sex, kinda cheating,

reblogs / appreciated

a/n — heh first time doing a smau... thanks to yazzie for convincing me to do one for jake! short sorry

[blehhyaz]

⭑ #IMHISNDHESMINE. 𓂃 ni-ki

𝐄𝐒𝐐𝐔𝒾𝐒𝐒𝐄──── possessive + freaky bf ki :p

sc. 7 ⋆ profanity, mentions of nicholas (&team), mentions of squirting, needy ki ❝ 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

✶ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝑖𝐒𝐓 。@dearjiwon

reblog ꔫ 4 a kiss! ◜ᴗ◝

𓏵 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝒾𝐐𝐔𝐄──── i love needy men that cant leave u alone

[vivizzn]

hi.........

hi………….. how did u find me……….

shivers

[vivizzn]

DANIELA AND YEONJUN'S CHEMISTRY?? and what if I say daniela was the best choice to be on the album?

[vivizzn]

DANIELA AND YEONJUN'S CHEMISTRY?? and what if I say daniela was the best choice to be on the album?

[dearjiwon]

yeonjun and daniela you guys are INSANE THIS IS INSANE ?? their chemistry omg

me in the middle pls…

[kysluts]

thinking again about fucking a pretty boy’s mouth with my fingers while he’s on his knees. such a pretty little thing, sucking so eagerly, drooling over my fingers and gagging when push my fingers in too far. wanna explore his pretty mouth and hear his moans, his pretty eyes set on me as i toy with him. noticing his boxers getting leaky as he squirms, whimpering all desperate and needy, and immediately whining gratefully when i offer him my leg to hump. yanking his hair and forcing his eyes up again when he gets too distracted, reminding him to focus, forcing him to maintain eye contact till his eyes are shutting and his hips are stuttering with a loud, muffled moan as he soaks his boxers :c

[lucidwntrr]

not sure if this is the message or ask system as i only use tumblr to read but id love to see beomgyu with prompts 006 or 007 and maybe pegging involved,,,,

୨୧ TAGS: MDNI, smut, fem!reader, dry humping, beomgyu is just a needy boy, i could not for the life of me fit pegging into this once i had the idea in my mind lol, i'm sorry . . . ୨୧ WORD COUNT 800+

beomgyu pants heavily against your chest where his head was resting. he was trying to focus on the scary movie that was playing on the tv, the music loud and eerie as the main character makes their way down a dark hallway with a single flashlight. it was hard when all he could think about was how your bodies were pressed flush together.

you were sprawled along the couch, beomgyu settled on top of you between your thighs that were on either side of his sides and keeping him warm. too warm now as his skin heated up the hornier he got, his hips itching to grind against you. he couldn't tell if you could feel the way his cock was twitching in the matching pajama pants he wore, but he assumed not with how engrossed into the movie you were.

he has to bite back a whine when your hand that was wrapped around his torso started to rub his back in mindless circles, a motion that meant you were scared. the touch was sending constant tingles down his spine. his fingers, that was mere inches away from cupping your breast, twitching. he wanted to touch them… he needed to.

just when he was about to reach out a jumpscare popped onto the screen of the movie. beomgyu wasn't paying attention, therefore he didn't get scared. he got more startled by you jumping, wrapping both your arms and legs around beomgyu and pulling him closer to you whispering, "shitshitshit."

in this position, beomgyu's aching cock was pressing against your shorts. he can feel the warmth of your pussy and it was driving him crazy, his fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt tightly. he lets out the faintest moan when you shuffle, getting comfortable after loosening your grip on him, "sorry beomie, didn't mean to grab you like that." you apologized, running your cool fingers through his hair.

"it's fine," he breaths. his eyes flutter as you play with the strands, wanting to feel the brief pleasure he got when you brushed against him. and so he tries. he makes sure that you were back to watching the movie, stealing a quick glance at you before nuzzling into your neck. slowly he starts to move his hips, grinding forward in tiny movements that he's sure you won't catch.

"ah-" beomgyu accidentally let's a gasp slip at the tantalizing friction.

"you okay?" you ask him, turning your head to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

beomgyu nods, "yeah, just… scared of the movie." you whispers, his heart beating in his chest from thinking that he got caught being a pervert while he was supposed to be spending time with you. but you hum, giving him another peck before turning back to the screen.

he would eventually start is subtle movements again, just baby thrusts of his hips. his head getting empty with every drag of his cock along your clothed pussy, his breathing getting heavier as time passes. he starts to get lost in the rush of it, the rolling of his hips getting rougher and the sounds that he tried to contain start to slip out.

"gyu, what are you doing?" he hears you ask. your hand comes under his chin, holding it as you lift his head up to look at you. beomgyu blinks at you rapidly, his eyes wide and his face turning pink from embarrassment.

he fumbles with his words, "i-i was just-mmph!" and moans when you grind up against his aching cock. you can't help the smirk that finds its way to your lips when beomgyu's blush deepens as he tries to turn his head away. you grip onto his chin, not allowing him to move.

"don't stop now. continue what you were doing." you purr at him, sliding down on the couch, so your back was against the cushions. beomgyu's eyes follow you down as he pants, placing each of his arms on either side of your head to hover above you. he brings his knees up, pushing yours back into the missionary position.

he starts to grind against you, slowly moving his hips against you again. he moans loudly this time with no reason to have to contain his sounds anymore. his arms felt shaky on the first rock of his hips, his hips twitching uncontrollably as he wants to go faster but he also wants to enjoy this now that he had it.

you sling an arm behind his neck and pull him down into a kiss, smashing your lips together into a needy lip-lock. beomgyu hardly being able to keep up with your pace as you shove your tongue into his mouth and swirl it around with his. he starts to move faster, his pants getting stick with the pre-cum that was probably staining the front as his orgasm builds.

"s-so good," he whines, closing his eyes and allowing himself to feel everything.

© lucidwntrr est. 2025 - please do not steal, repost, or copy !

[vivizzn]

THIS IS SO GOOD 👅👅👅

[dearjiwon]

pretty like this — c.sb

warnings. handjob, slight pain kink, petnames (bunny), soobmissive

fucking soobin has always been your favorite thing. not just because of how good he feels buried deep inside you, not even because of how big he is, but because of how fucking pretty he sounds when he moans your name. he’s so easy to ruin. all it takes is a few kisses against his soft neck, lips dragging slow across his skin before you start sucking. leaving bruises just to remind him who he belongs to. and even then, he’s already whimpering for you, hips twitching as his cock aches, leaking through his boxers already.

but it’s when you finally slide your hand down that he really starts to fall apart. slipping under the waistband of his boxers and finding him already hard, thick, leaking just from a few kisses and the weight of your body on top of him. you circle your thumb over the tip, teasing it slow, gathering up the pre-cum spilling out of him and smearing it around just to watch his thighs twitch. and fuck, the way he moans your name like he’s breathless, tipping his head back against the pillows, mouth falling open so pretty, it makes you want to break him.

you stroke him properly then, fist tightening just enough as you start jerking him off the way you know he likes it. hand twisting with every pull, wrist flicking just right at the head. he’s already shaking a little. so you bury your free hand in his hair, tug hard enough to make his breath hitch, and he whines. desperate little whines that sound too perfect coming from someone so big.

“f-fuck, please… ‘s so good,” he pants, hips lifting off the bed like he’s chasing your touch desperately. you just squeeze him tighter.

“please what?” you ask, already speeding up. he’s throbbing in your grip, tip flushed and slick, eyes fluttering shut as his face scrunches up in pleasure. and when you twist your wrist just a little harder, dragging your palm over the head with every stroke while pulling on his hair again, he lets out a loud, choked moan. it’s so needy. soobin’s such a mess for you, so easy to wreck, loving every second of it. the mix of pain and pleasure has him gasping, legs trembling, practically begging to cum.

“please,” he breathes again, more desperate this time. voice all whiny and high like he doesn’t even care how pathetic he sounds. his hips keep twitching up into your hand, chasing friction, chasing you, chasing anything that’ll let him cum.

you lean in close, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “you gonna cum already, bunny? just from my hand?”

he nods so fast it’s embarrassing, biting his lip like that’ll stop the moans but they’re still spilling out, all breathy and wrecked. and you don’t even give him a warning, you just squeeze tighter and jerk him faster, twisting your wrist at the top, dragging your palm over the head with every stroke. your other hand stays tangled in his hair, yanking it hard enough to make him cry out.

“mmph—fuckfuckfuck—” he gasps, thighs shaking, cock twitching hard in your grip as he finally cums. thick and messy all over your hand and stomach, moaning your name through it all as the thick ropes spill everywhere. his abs flexing under you, chest heaving, lips parted in total bliss.

you slow your hand but don’t stop, milking him through it, his creamy cum spilling all over your hand, watching the way his face scrunches up and his body jerks at the overstimulation.

he whines, half sobbing now. so sensitive, so pretty, so ruined. “god,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss his flushed cheek, “you’re so fucking pretty like this.”

and he just nods, his cute lips parted and still trembling slightly, while he’s still hard in your hand.

“let me feel you now baby, please.”

[dearjiwon]

pretty like this — c.sb

warnings. handjob, slight pain kink, petnames (bunny), soobmissive

fucking soobin has always been your favorite thing. not just because of how good he feels buried deep inside you, not even because of how big he is, but because of how fucking pretty he sounds when he moans your name. he’s so easy to ruin. all it takes is a few kisses against his soft neck, lips dragging slow across his skin before you start sucking. leaving bruises just to remind him who he belongs to. and even then, he’s already whimpering for you, hips twitching as his cock aches, leaking through his boxers already.

but it’s when you finally slide your hand down that he really starts to fall apart. slipping under the waistband of his boxers and finding him already hard, thick, leaking just from a few kisses and the weight of your body on top of him. you circle your thumb over the tip, teasing it slow, gathering up the pre-cum spilling out of him and smearing it around just to watch his thighs twitch. and fuck, the way he moans your name like he’s breathless, tipping his head back against the pillows, mouth falling open so pretty, it makes you want to break him.

you stroke him properly then, fist tightening just enough as you start jerking him off the way you know he likes it. hand twisting with every pull, wrist flicking just right at the head. he’s already shaking a little. so you bury your free hand in his hair, tug hard enough to make his breath hitch, and he whines. desperate little whines that sound too perfect coming from someone so big.

“f-fuck, please… ‘s so good,” he pants, hips lifting off the bed like he’s chasing your touch desperately. you just squeeze him tighter.

“please what?” you ask, already speeding up. he’s throbbing in your grip, tip flushed and slick, eyes fluttering shut as his face scrunches up in pleasure. and when you twist your wrist just a little harder, dragging your palm over the head with every stroke while pulling on his hair again, he lets out a loud, choked moan. it’s so needy. soobin’s such a mess for you, so easy to wreck, loving every second of it. the mix of pain and pleasure has him gasping, legs trembling, practically begging to cum.

“please,” he breathes again, more desperate this time. voice all whiny and high like he doesn’t even care how pathetic he sounds. his hips keep twitching up into your hand, chasing friction, chasing you, chasing anything that’ll let him cum.

you lean in close, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “you gonna cum already, bunny? just from my hand?”

he nods so fast it’s embarrassing, biting his lip like that’ll stop the moans but they’re still spilling out, all breathy and wrecked. and you don’t even give him a warning, you just squeeze tighter and jerk him faster, twisting your wrist at the top, dragging your palm over the head with every stroke. your other hand stays tangled in his hair, yanking it hard enough to make him cry out.

“mmph—fuckfuckfuck—” he gasps, thighs shaking, cock twitching hard in your grip as he finally cums. thick and messy all over your hand and stomach, moaning your name through it all as the thick ropes spill everywhere. his abs flexing under you, chest heaving, lips parted in total bliss.

you slow your hand but don’t stop, milking him through it, his creamy cum spilling all over your hand, watching the way his face scrunches up and his body jerks at the overstimulation.

he whines, half sobbing now. so sensitive, so pretty, so ruined. “god,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss his flushed cheek, “you’re so fucking pretty like this.”

and he just nods, his cute lips parted and still trembling slightly, while he’s still hard in your hand.

“let me feel you now baby, please.”

[dearjiwon]

pretty like this — c.sb

warnings. handjob, slight pain kink, petnames (bunny), soobmissive

fucking soobin has always been your favorite thing. not just because of how good he feels buried deep inside you, not even because of how big he is, but because of how fucking pretty he sounds when he moans your name. he’s so easy to ruin. all it takes is a few kisses against his soft neck, lips dragging slow across his skin before you start sucking. leaving bruises just to remind him who he belongs to. and even then, he’s already whimpering for you, hips twitching as his cock aches, leaking through his boxers already.

but it’s when you finally slide your hand down that he really starts to fall apart. slipping under the waistband of his boxers and finding him already hard, thick, leaking just from a few kisses and the weight of your body on top of him. you circle your thumb over the tip, teasing it slow, gathering up the pre-cum spilling out of him and smearing it around just to watch his thighs twitch. and fuck, the way he moans your name like he’s breathless, tipping his head back against the pillows, mouth falling open so pretty, it makes you want to break him.

you stroke him properly then, fist tightening just enough as you start jerking him off the way you know he likes it. hand twisting with every pull, wrist flicking just right at the head. he’s already shaking a little. so you bury your free hand in his hair, tug hard enough to make his breath hitch, and he whines. desperate little whines that sound too perfect coming from someone so big.

“f-fuck, please… ‘s so good,” he pants, hips lifting off the bed like he’s chasing your touch desperately. you just squeeze him tighter.

“please what?” you ask, already speeding up. he’s throbbing in your grip, tip flushed and slick, eyes fluttering shut as his face scrunches up in pleasure. and when you twist your wrist just a little harder, dragging your palm over the head with every stroke while pulling on his hair again, he lets out a loud, choked moan. it’s so needy. soobin’s such a mess for you, so easy to wreck, loving every second of it. the mix of pain and pleasure has him gasping, legs trembling, practically begging to cum.

“please,” he breathes again, more desperate this time. voice all whiny and high like he doesn’t even care how pathetic he sounds. his hips keep twitching up into your hand, chasing friction, chasing you, chasing anything that’ll let him cum.

you lean in close, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “you gonna cum already, bunny? just from my hand?”

he nods so fast it’s embarrassing, biting his lip like that’ll stop the moans but they’re still spilling out, all breathy and wrecked. and you don’t even give him a warning, you just squeeze tighter and jerk him faster, twisting your wrist at the top, dragging your palm over the head with every stroke. your other hand stays tangled in his hair, yanking it hard enough to make him cry out.

“mmph—fuckfuckfuck—” he gasps, thighs shaking, cock twitching hard in your grip as he finally cums. thick and messy all over your hand and stomach, moaning your name through it all as the thick ropes spill everywhere. his abs flexing under you, chest heaving, lips parted in total bliss.

you slow your hand but don’t stop, milking him through it, his creamy cum spilling all over your hand, watching the way his face scrunches up and his body jerks at the overstimulation.

he whines, half sobbing now. so sensitive, so pretty, so ruined. “god,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss his flushed cheek, “you’re so fucking pretty like this.”

and he just nods, his cute lips parted and still trembling slightly, while he’s still hard in your hand.

“let me feel you now baby, please.”

[dearjiwon]

SCARED OF THE DARK? ──── choi soobin.

── .✦ (🍂) you didn’t expect your halloween sleepover with soobin to end in terror just like the movies, but when his mask comes off and he’s inside you, the real surprise is who ghostface really was.

pairing: ghostface!soobin x fwb!reader

word count: 5.1k

"content warning 18+ [ MDNI! ], switch!soobin, fem reader, big dick ghostface!soobin, fearplay?, reader gets chased by soobin, fwb!soobin, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, riding, rough sex,”

the air smelled faintly of cinnamon and melted caramel, your tiny apartment lit up in soft, flickering oranges from the lights you’d stuck to every surface. halloween had always been your favorite.

not for the costumes, not for the candy, but for the excuse to be warm with someone else under dim lights and horror movie noise, the night curling in around you like a blanket, thick and humming with the possibility of something else.

and tonight, that something else was soobin.

he’d texted he was arriving to your place soon, so you slipped the popcorn into the microwave and adjusted your too-big hoodie down your thighs. it was his. not gifted—stolen. months ago.

maybe the first night you two crossed the line between sleepover friends and people who knew what the other looked like bare in low light, skin flushed, breathy, and too quiet from holding back sounds you weren’t supposed to make.

it was always like that with him. quiet. tender. confusing.

you never asked if he stayed the night because he wanted to or because it was just easier. but he never rushed to leave, and he always looked at you a second longer than necessary when he thought you weren’t watching.

a knock on your door interuptted your train of thought. you quickly padded over, unlocked the door, and there he was.

soobin was standing there, messy hair falling over his eyes and a plastic bag swinging from one wrist. he had on that big black jacket you liked, zipped only halfway, revealing a stupid shirt that said “otaku.”

you grinned. “you look dumb.”

“you look like you’re about to fall asleep in the middle of our movie,” he shot back, stepping in, eyes dragging down your body just briefly enough to notice you were in his hoodie. he didn’t say anything, but the corners of his mouth twitched.

you rolled your eyes and took the bag he was holding. “what is this?”

“junk,” he said, toeing off his shoes. “red vines. ghost peeps. sour bats. and, uh—” he glanced at you sheepishly, “that weird popcorn flavour you like.”

you paused and turned to look at him. “you remembered?” soobin shrugged. “you talk a lot.” still, your cheeks warmed as you moved to the couch, dumping the snacks onto the table and clicking the tv on.

he settled in beside you, just like always. legs slightly parted, arms loose on either side, never touching unless you leaned first. his presence filled the room even when he was quiet. especially then.

you sat close. not enough to draw attention to it, but enough that you could feel the warmth of his thigh against yours. you pretended to be focused on the opening credits, on the flickering flashes of a retro horror title card and the hum of a synth-heavy score.

but it was hard to focus, because he was here. and he smelled sweet. he always looked good in soft light. and something about tonight felt different, even if neither of you had said anything.

halfway through the movie, your head drifted onto his shoulder. soobin didn’t flinch. didn’t say anything. he just breathed a little deeper, then tilted his head slightly until it rested on yours.

“you okay?” he murmured, voice soft. “just comfy,” you whispered back, sighing softly in contentment.

his shoulder was warm. you could feel the faint thud of his heartbeat beneath the hoodie fabric. the tv kept playing—some masked killer chasing a girl through the woods—but the only thing you noticed was how his fingers brushed your knee as he reached for the popcorn.

you don’t know how long you stayed like that, warm and quiet, lulled by the sound of soft screaming and the weight of his presence beside you.

until soobin stretched suddenly, yawning into his sleeve. “going to the bathroom,” he muttered, already pushing himself up. the blanket fell away from both of you as he stood.

he scratched at his neck, his hoodie riding up just slightly, exposing a sliver of pale skin and the waistband of his sweats. you looked away before he caught you staring.

the hallway light clicked on for a second, then off again. the bathroom door shut with a quiet thud. and then it was just you.

the room felt colder without him, even though the blanket still covered your legs and the tv still played, flickering shadows against the far wall. you shifted in your seat, wrapping the blanket tighter around your body, trying not to feel weird about being alone in your own home.

but the feeling settled in anyway. like something was off.

a few minutes of almost complete silence passed by, save for the tv playing faintly in the background. you look around the room, waiting impaitently as a feeling of anxiety bloomed in your chest.

and that’s when you noticed it.

the hallway light that had flicked on earlier, soft yellow bleeding out from beneath the bathroom door—was off. no glow, no hum, just darkness. you squinted toward it, waiting for the sound of running water or the scrape of the sink turning on. but there was nothing. no footsteps, no flush, no creak of the door opening again. just stillness, thick and pressing, like the walls were holding their breath.

you checked the time. it had only been a few minutes. maybe he was just taking his time. maybe he’d gotten distracted. maybe he was scrolling on his phone like he always did, mindlessly watching videos with the sound off. you stared at the dark hallway anyway, your stomach tightening without reason.

and then your phone lit up. you jumped without realizing, wondering why you suddenly felt so afraid. the screen glared back at you in the dim room. unknown caller.

no contact photo. no number. just those words glowing in stark white, perfectly centered like it was meant to be seen. you hesitated. your thumb hovered above the red decline button, heart thudding now for reasons you didn’t understand yet. but something made you answer. curiosity, impulse, maybe something deeper.

the call connected, and at first there was simple silence. not the kind that comes from a bad signal. not the awkward kind from someone unsure of what to say. this silence felt intentional, like someone was waiting for you to speak first.

“…hello?” your voice came out too small, barely above a whisper. you cleared your throat again. “uhh...hello?”

then, a breath started, long and steady. your mouth went dry.

“soobin, if this is some stupid joke, it’s not funny.” you tried to laugh, but it didn’t come out right. the air around you felt thinner somehow. the sound of the movie blurred behind you into white noise, too loud, too distorted.

the voice that finally answered wasn’t his. “what’s your favorite scary movie?”

you went still. this was such a stupid joke.

the voice was strange—mechanical but not robotic, filtered like it had been dragged through static and stitched back together. it wasn’t monotone. it had inflection. playfulness. like whoever was on the other end enjoyed asking the question.

your fingers tightened around the blanket. “not funny,” you said again, firmer this time, even though your body had already started to betray you—goosebumps rising along your arms, heartbeat skipping. “seriously, stop.”

“he left you alone.” the words slid through the speaker like oil. slow. deliberate. they didn’t sound like a question.

you stood without realizing it, your legs moving before your brain caught up. the blanket fell from your lap and pooled around your ankles. the tv screen flickered behind you, washing the walls in dull blue.

“who is this?” you asked. your voice was shaking now. you didn’t try to fix it.

“he’s not in the bathroom anymore.” the voice on the other line said, and you stopped breathing.

your gaze snapped toward the hallway. the darkness there suddenly looked heavier, as if something could be standing just beyond the threshold, watching. you took a step forward, then back, unsure.

“you should check,” the voice purred. “go ahead. i’ll wait.” and your throat closed up at that.

“no,” you whispered. “fuck off.” and the line went dead. your phone screen returned to black.

you stared at your own reflection in the glossy glass for a second, heart pounding so hard it felt like it was echoing through your ribcage. then, almost without thinking, you began walking—slow, barefoot, the sound of the floor creaking under your weight far too loud in the suffocating silence.

you reached the bathroom door. there was no light, and no sound. your fingers curled around the doorknob. it was cold against your fingertips.

darkness met you inside, complete and total. you reached in with one hand, fumbling for the light switch, but your fingers brushed only cold tile and empty air.

the room was empty, and soobin wasn’t there anymore.

you stepped back fast, your shoulder hitting the hallway wall. your breath came quick and uneven now, panic crawling up the back of your neck. you turned in a slow circle, scanning the space—the closed windows, the locked door, the empty corners of your living room. everything looked the same, and yet, nothing felt right.

then the tv shut off behind you. it didn’t fade or flicker or buzz like a loose connection—it cut, like someone had ripped the cord from the wall. a sudden, bone-deep silence collapsed over the room. you sat frozen in its wake, blinking into the darkness that followed, your eyes struggling to adjust as the faint, familiar glow that had lit the space just seconds ago vanished.

the apartment was plunged into thick, suffocating quiet. no hum of static. no echoing screams. no soft music cues that had made the horror feel manageable, fake, contained. now it was just you and the dark.

you stayed still for too long. too scared to move. too scared not to.

you shifted slightly, the couch cushions creaking beneath you, and it was in that movement that you realized how loud everything had become. the fabric brushing your skin. the faint tremble in your breath. even the clock on the wall, ticking away with each second like a countdown.

you reached for your phone with shaking fingers. the screen lit your face in a harsh blue glow, and for a moment, the light felt like salvation. but as you looked down—your breath caught.

you had a new text. “still scared of the dark?”

you didn’t think. you didn’t breathe. your fingers trembled over the screen. the message wasn’t from a contact. no number. just those words.

then your phone vibrated again. this time, a call, unknown caller.

you stared. the ringing cut through the quiet like a blade. you shouldn’t answer, every part of your body told you not to. and yet—your thumb moved.

at first, only silence. but not empty. it was the kind of silence that felt watched. like something was on the line, close enough to hear your breath.

your voice cracked. “who the fuck is this?” you managed.

“you look cute when you’re scared.” the voice said. you stood up too fast. the coffee table knocked into your shin, and you barely noticed.

“soobin, if this is you—” your voice shook. you hated how it shook. “i swear to god—”

a distorted chuckle started through the phone, like a laugh through broken glass.

“he’s not here anymore.” you turned to the hallway. still no light. still no sound.

the call then dropped and your phone screen went dark once again.

a soft knock started, but not from the front door, from inside. somewhere deeper in the apartment.

you stepped backward, slowly, your legs numb. the sound hadn’t come from the hallway. it had come from behind you. the kitchen. the closet. the space by the bookshelf—places you weren’t looking. places you never feared until now.

you turned toward the front door, and it was open. not wide, just slightly. a breath of cold air seeping through the gap. and that's when you saw him.

a man-shaped shadow swathed in black, tall and motionless beneath the dim ceiling light, the only thing that moved was the soft sway of fabric at his sides, robes trailing near his boots, like he had just stepped out from behind a curtain.

your breath stopped mid-inhale. your eyes—wide, burning, unblinking—fixed on the mask.

he tilted his head. just a little. slow and deliberate, and that’s when your body remembered what fear was.

a bolt of panic shot through your legs, nerves sparking to life like wires soaked in gasoline. you turned so fast your shoulder cracked against the wall, but you didn’t stop, didn’t breathe—only ran, feet slapping the hardwood, lungs scraping for air as you barreled toward the front door with blind desperation.

the room warped around you, your vision tunneling, the walls stretching like you were sprinting through a nightmare that refused to end.

you didn’t look back. you didn’t dare.

because some primitive part of you already knew—he was behind you. not from the sound of footsteps, because there were none. not from a breath or a whisper. just that feeling, like gravity had changed direction, like you were being pulled backwards by something heavy and unseen.

your fingers grazed the door handle—and then they were gone.

you barely registered the impact before your back was slammed into something solid, your breath knocked out of you like a punch to the chest.

arms locked around your waist, strong and fast, dragging you back with the efficiency of someone who knew exactly how to catch something running.

you screamed. it came out hoarse and ragged, your throat already raw with terror. your legs kicked uselessly, feet scrambling for traction as he yanked you away from the door, away from the one exit, away from everything you thought was safe.

your fingers clawed at anything—air, furniture, the wall—but he didn’t falter. he moved with purpose, with confidence, like he’d done this before, like he had planned this moment down to the breath.

you were thrown back onto the couch.

the cushions caught your fall but not gently—it was jarring, your limbs folding under you, hair falling in your eyes, heart slamming against your ribs like it was trying to escape your body entirely.

before you could recover, he was on top of you.

his knees bracketed your hips, one gloved hand pinning both your wrists above your head with ease. you thrashed beneath him, but it was useless, he didn’t move an inch.

the mask hovered over you. closer now.

your chest heaved under him, panic coming in shallow, gasping waves, as if the air was no longer yours to take.

he didn’t speak, he didn’t need to. every second stretched unbearably long, each heartbeat loud and sharp like a countdown to something you didn’t understand.

and then—he leaned in. just a few inches closer.

you could still feel his hand around your wrists, pinning them against the couch cushion like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. not violent, not rushed. just firm and confident, like he knew exactly how you’d move, how your body would react, what part of you would give in first.

the mask stayed in place as he hovered above you, chest rising and falling in deep, steady rhythm. your breath was jagged in contrast—fast, uneven, every inhale snagging in your throat as your brain tried to claw its way out of the chaos. but your body knew something your mind hadn’t caught up to yet.

because beneath the fear, beneath the adrenaline still roaring through your veins, you recognized him.

not all at once, but the way his hands fit around your wrists. the way his fingers flexed when they gripped you. the way he moved above you—not just with force, but familiarity. so familiar.

your legs shifted beneath him, your body arching slightly as you struggled—not to escape, but to get closer, and the second your hips pressed against his, the second you felt the way he rutted down, slow and instinctive, your whole world cracked open.

because you’d felt that before. countless times. in your bed. against your door. that one time in the backseat of his car. your mouth fell open, a strangled sound caught between disbelief and something darker, something needier.

“s-soobin…?”

you barely said it. just a whisper. a breath. like if you said it too loud, the illusion would shatter and something worse would replace it.

but then he laughed. not loud, just quiet, muffled behind the mask, like he couldn’t help it. “took you long enough.”

your blood ran cold and hot at once.

the pressure of his hips against yours returned in slow, rolling waves, like he was grinding down just to prove a point. and that point sank in fast—he wasn’t pretending. he wasn’t playing some prank. he knew what he was doing. all of it.

you could barely think. your heart slammed against your ribs, confusion and heat twisting inside you until your whole body trembled under him.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you breathed, but your voice betrayed you—too soft, too shaky, already melting beneath the weight of recognition.

he leaned in closer, gloved hand sliding down to your jaw, fingers brushing your cheek like he wanted to calm you. or claim you. maybe both.

you didn’t fully proccess that it was him until he pulled off his pants, and pushed into you, slowly, deeply, all the way. and your body went still beneath him.

it wasn’t just the stretch, though that alone made your breath catch, the way your walls gave around him inch by inch, like your body had been waiting for it. it was the way it felt familiar. achingly so. like your cunt knew exactly how to open for him, how to pulse and flutter as the thick weight of his cock sank deeper into you. there was no fumbling, no hesitation, just that perfect, measured slide, too big to take without gasping, too perfect to belong to anyone else.

you could feel the curve of it even before he bottomed out. it was him. it had to be him. that depth, that fullness — like he was splitting you open from the inside, filling every inch like he was meant to live there.

your back arched before you even realized it, thighs trembling as your cunt clenched tight around the stretch. he was barely moving, just letting you adjust, letting the weight of his cock settle deep inside like he was testing how much you could take.

his grip tightened at your waist, gloves discarded now, bare hands warm against your hips as he sank lower, pressing into you with the slow, devastating rhythm of someone who knew exactly what you needed. the mask stayed on. the hood had slipped back slightly, but that empty-eyed plastic face still stared down at you, unblinking, unreadable.

but his body gave him away.

the tension in his shoulders, the way he groaned low in his throat as your walls spasmed around him, the sound catching in the back of his throat like he wasn’t ready for how tight you were — it was all him. you knew that sound. you’d pulled it from him before, wrapped around him in the dark, making him sob against your neck as you squeezed him tight and whispered his name.

his hips began to move. not fast. not rough. just deep — unbearably deep — dragging out until only the swollen head remained inside, then sliding back in until your cunt hugged every thick inch of him, sucking him in like you never wanted him to leave.

you whimpered, overwhelmed.

he was so big it felt like too much, even though you’d had him before. but not like this. not masked. not anonymous. not while your heart was still racing from fear, your body still reeling from the adrenaline of being cornered and played with.

his breath stuttered above you.

“fuck,” he whispered, voice low and wrecked, muffled behind the mask. “you feel… f-fuck, you feel so good.”

his voice cracked at the end, like he couldn’t hold it in anymore. the pace didn’t change — still slow, still agonizing — but he was shaking now, the mask bumping lightly against your cheek as he pressed in deeper, impossibly deeper, like he was trying to fold himself into you.

“wanted this,” he whispered again, and you could feel his lips moving just behind the plastic. “wanted you… so fucking bad… you always mentioned that you liked things that give you adrenaline.”

the confession broke something open. your breath hitched, your body arching up to meet him, taking him deeper than you thought possible. his cock nudged a spot so far inside you it made your vision go white, made your mouth fall open without a sound, made your thighs quake around his waist.

he moaned again, higher this time, helpless. and his rhythm stuttered, just for a second. like he wasn’t sure if he could keep it together.

“you’re so tight,” he breathed. “so warm… fuck… m-made for me, i swear—”

his voice cracked again and he lost the rest in a quiet, shaky gasp, burying himself to the hilt and just holding there, pulsing deep inside you.

you could feel how badly he was holding back — his cock twitching with every clench of your walls, his hands trembling as they gripped your thighs. he was babbling now, soft, frantic words that melted into each thrust like he couldn’t stop them if he tried.

“i love you,” he said, barely audible, like it hurt to admit. “i love you so much—i c-can’t—”

he choked on the words, voice shaking. your body squeezed around him without meaning to, and he gasped, thrusting in deeper again, like your cunt had just stolen the breath from his lungs.

his cock dragged along your walls with a thick, slick sound that made your spine shiver. every inch of him pressed in with precision.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, desperate now, pulling him closer. the mask was still on, but you could feel his desperation — the way his hips jerked just a little harder, the way his moans got softer and messier, the way his thrusts grew shallow and needy, like he was chasing something he didn’t want to catch yet.

your name slipped from his lips again, this time like a prayer, ragged and trembling.

“don’t wanna cum yet,” he whimpered. “wanna stay inside—wanna feel you… just like this… please—”

his pace faltered. you could feel his cock twitching, thick and heavy inside you, the tip pressing deep against that devastating spot again and again, and your cunt clenched tight in response.

his voice broke. “you make me feel—fuck—feel so full, so warm, so—fuck—” and then he came. it wasn’t loud. it wasn’t dramatic. just this soft, guttural whimper as his hips stilled, his cock buried deep, twitching with each thick pulse of cum that spilled into you.

his body collapsed against yours, trembling. the mask pressed against your cheek. his breath hitched and stuttered and broke against your skin, and you could feel the way he was trying not to cry.

he didn’t speak again. just held you there, still inside you, his cock softening only slightly, your cunt still clenching greedily around him like it didn’t want to let go.

and you didn’t either, but you were angry. you had been scared, really scared.

and now, looking up at the blank plastic of the mask still perched on his face, knowing the boy behind it loved you and still chose to scare you like this —

you felt something simmer under your skin.

“take it off,” you said.

his fingers hesitated, then lifted the mask.

soobin looked down at you — flushed, ruined, wet lashes and swollen lips, the most beautiful idiot you’d ever seen.

but he was still hard, still deep inside you, and you weren’t done with him, not even close.

“you think this is funny?” your voice was low, rough.

he blinked up at you, dazed and confused. still inside you, barely softening. still clinging to your hips like you might vanish.

“you scared me,” you snapped. his mouth opened, but no words came. just this little broken inhale, guilt dripping off of him in waves.

you shoved him, and his body hit the couch with a dull thud, limbs fumbling to brace himself as you climbed up over him, bare thighs straddling his hips before he could even process what was happening. the plastic costume was bunched around his waist now, cock flushed and wet with your slick and cum, sticking up against his stomach in the prettiest, filthiest curve.

still so hard, still so full. and you weren’t letting him waste it.

your hand wrapped around the base of him, fingers barely meeting as you guided him back between your thighs, watching his whole body jolt as the head brushed your soaked entrance. he was twitching already, hips trying to jerk up into your palm, but you pressed him flat against the cushions with a palm on his chest.

“no,” you said, voice sharp. “you don’t get to move. you’re gonna take it. just like i took your stupid little game.”

he whimpered — full body tremble, lashes fluttering, eyes already wet.

“i— i’m sorry,” he whispered, voice tight and wrecked. “please… please, i didn’t mean to—”

you sank down on his cock in one swift, brutal motion. his apology cut off into a broken cry.

his head tipped back against the couch, teeth biting into his bottom lip as your cunt took every inch, every thick, swollen ridge of him all at once. no slow easing this time. no softness. just the stretch — obscene and raw and full — swallowing him whole until your ass met his lap.

his body jerked under you. his hands scrambled for something to hold, one gripping the edge of the couch cushion, the other flying up to your waist like he was trying to steady himself.

but he couldn’t.

you were too tight, too wet, too furious — clenching down on him like your body wanted to punish him for what your heart couldn’t say.

his cock stretched you open in a way that bordered on cruel, the girth of him hitting too deep, pressing too thick against the sore ache already blooming inside you. your pussy throbbed around him with every breath, fluttering and pulsing, and you could feel the slick sound of your arousal coating him, the wet heat of your bodies slapping together as you began to ride him.

you set the pace — a ruthless rhythm that made the couch creak beneath you, made the muscles in your thighs burn with the force of it. you bounced on him hard, hips slamming down with each thrust, taking him to the hilt again and again like your body wanted to prove something.

his moans were high and sharp, caught in his throat like sobs.

his head fell back against the armrest, jaw slack, lashes fluttering like he couldn’t hold on anymore. your cunt squeezed around him with every throb, fluttering from the sheer stretch, struggling to adjust even as you forced him deeper, and you could feel how it made him twitch. his cock pulsed inside you like it didn’t know how to handle the pressure, like his body was already bracing to break.

his hands twitched at his sides, like he wanted to hold you, maybe slow you down, but the moment he tried, you grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the cushion beside his head, grinding your hips in a slow, tight circle while his breath shuddered beneath you.

you didn’t stop moving. you kept the pace, riding him with a brutal rhythm that made his body jerk under yours, that made the wet sound of your cunt echo against the walls, thick and obscene and soaked.

every time you came down on him, he filled you too much — too full, too deep, the pressure of him nudged against something swollen inside you, bruised from the first round and throbbing now with every thrust.

it made your thighs tremble. made your breath shake. made your fingers dig into his wrists like you needed to hold him there — to keep him from slipping away, from making this anything other than what it was.

you were punishing him, and his body knew it.

“a-ah… fuck, too much— wait— wait—”

he cried out again as you sank down harder, grinding your hips in a slow, tight circle before lifting up and dropping down again, making sure he felt every inch of it.

he was babbling already. soft, helpless, desperate.

“feels so good— s-so good, please— i’m sorry, i’m sorry— oh my god—”

his fingers dug into your waist, not to guide you, but to ground himself.

you leaned forward, hands braced on the couch back behind his head, angling your hips to take him deeper. his body arched under you.

the new angle made him hit something devastating — a spot so deep, so swollen from the first round that it sent a shockwave up your spine. your walls clenched around him again, drawing out another sob.

“nngh— i-it’s too much— c-can’t—”

but you knew he could. and you were going to make sure of it.

his hands dropped uselessly to the sides of the couch, fingers fisting the fabric as you rode him without mercy. he was crying now. real tears spilling down his cheeks, mouth open in a desperate, trembling moan as your pussy milked his cock without pause.

“g-gonna cum—” he sobbed. “fuck, fuck, i c-can’t— i’m gonna—”

you dropped down one last time, hard, and he shattered.

his whole body arched off the couch, hands flying to your waist again like he could hold you there, like he didn’t want to lose a single inch of contact.

his cock pulsed inside you violently — once, twice, then again — spilling hot and thick, the heat of it flooding your cunt as his body bucked beneath you.

he cried out, not loud, but sharp and strangled, and his face crumpled.

you ground down slowly, easing him through it, watching his eyes flutter shut and his lips part in a silent moan. every little movement made him twitch.

he looked so pretty like this, so fucked out, so small beneath you.

his cock softened inside you, leaking into the mess already dripping down your thighs, and he was still crying. tiny tears at the corners of his eyes, cheeks flushed red.

you leaned down, your body still wrapped around his, and brushed his hair back gently.

his arms went limp, and his eyes stayed shut. his breath was still coming in soft little hiccups.

you kissed his cheek. then his lips.

he whispered it again. “i love you.”

"soobin, i love you too. okay? you got me good there."

and for now, you forgave him. and kissed him slowly, wiping his tears away from his soft, pretty face.

a/n: heyy... guess who finally posted a fic again after months hehe!! so yes this is really rushed, so I apologize for any mistakes or if I dragged the fear bit too much. please totally leave a comment or a reblog, I appreciate all feedback or comments!! 💗