you're seeing stars. you have been, for the past few… hours nicho's been gracing you with the devastatingly deep drag of his cock through your warm walls. can you blame him? he had every intention of giving you a break and peppering you in the kisses he always gave after you put up with his insatiable nature; but that look on your face? the needy, wrecked one? you didn't even know you did it, if anything, your brain was off in a million other places revolving around your boyfriend—
nicho loved it. your eyes, glassed over, roaming over his face with a pleading look he'd be a monster to say no to. even the way your lashes clumped together a little with wet, cheeks glistening with the hints of tears, all of it went straight to his dick. you knew it did, considering he hadn't stopped in so long.
you took a moment to respond to that. there were so many sounds coming from every angle; the slick of his cock squelching back into you every few seconds; his heavy panting fanning over your ears; the faint buzz in your ears when his bicep pressed too far against your neck. "still with me?" he said that with that low, teasing lilt to his voice, like he knew full well you were being pushed to your very limit.
a pitiful little sound escaped you when you felt the firm press of his fingers into your cheeks, no mercy in the harsh way he grabbed your attention. "asked you a question, baby," a particularly thorough thrust forced the words out of you, wobbly, a little unstable:
"nicho," his fingers pressed further. "m'here…" the grip he had on you eased, but barely, the pressure of his thrusts somehow growing stronger. your boyfriend had the stamina of a thousand men, whilst you were left to fend for yourself against his voracious appetite.
any hope you had of him giving up and settling down for the night was killed a long time ago. when you'd insisted on laying on your back because you were tired, a glimpse of mercy dawned. perhaps he'd be kind enough to wait till morning?
wrong. extremely wrong. he'd had you held up by his arm for a good while now, locking you in place with a snug practical headlock, pinned down by his body. and damn it, there wasn't anywhere else in the world you wanted to be. stretched around his cock, drooling into his skin? felt like home. was all you could feel, that floaty feeling keeping you in a permanent state of euphoria since your last orgasm.
you couldn't even remember how many times he'd pushed you over the edge. naturally, nicho was keeping count.
"s'the most you've ever cum for me, y'know that?" any other time, you would've been ashamed of the borderline pornographic moan you let out when the pink muscle of his tongue flattened against your cheek, lapping up the salty remnants of his passion littered over your skin. "fuckin' soaked the sheets. pretty pussy can't stop gushing for me."
apparently, you hadn't responded enough for his liking, a gasp tearing out of you when he pulled back, fingers firmly buried against your scalp in order to shove you against the bed. in an act of pure ego, his hips slammed rapidly, faster than before, against the swell of your ass. "gushing for me, i said. leakin' all over the place. who's gonna clean your messy hole up, hm?"
nicho did it on purpose, shutting up for a brief moment in order to make it clear just how wet you were, how good he gave it to you. it surprised even you, the sloppy sound of him pounding onto you without hesitation. the evidence was there—thick, almost dried with how long it had been, translucent streaks of his seed stained your inner thighs, the sheets.
"shit, i guess i have to. always gotta do all the work around here, huh? you just sit there and get dicked down, that's how it works," enough of making his point, he decided, showing the faintest hint of affection in a few strokes of your hair before his hands firmly planted onto your hips. yanking you back, he managed to get even deeper inside you as your insides clenched around him.
all you could let out was incoherent babble, considering he was practically nestled in your throat from below. "that's it, baby.." he growled, tongue lathing over the soft skin of your neck, nose nestled against the surface. "take it all, shit… want you so full of me you forget your name."
you whimpered, whined, clawed at his thighs, leaving the prettiest streaks. it pleased you even more to know he'd be showing them off like battle scars in the morning. "don't need to think, just gotta let me in, baby. let nicho in, there we go… see, she knows who takes care of her."
"do you? mm? do you know who takes care of you like this? makes you feel good every time?"
if there was one thing you'd always remember, not even you own name, it was that. "you, nicho, you! you.. shit.. make me feel good." that devilish smirk pulled against your neck, proud, claiming.
"that's right, honey. nicho makes you feel good all the time. no one else. just nicho."
you're seeing stars. you have been, for the past few… hours nicho's been gracing you with the devastatingly deep drag of his cock through your warm walls. can you blame him? he had every intention of giving you a break and peppering you in the kisses he always gave after you put up with his insatiable nature; but that look on your face? the needy, wrecked one? you didn't even know you did it, if anything, your brain was off in a million other places revolving around your boyfriend—
nicho loved it. your eyes, glassed over, roaming over his face with a pleading look he'd be a monster to say no to. even the way your lashes clumped together a little with wet, cheeks glistening with the hints of tears, all of it went straight to his dick. you knew it did, considering he hadn't stopped in so long.
you took a moment to respond to that. there were so many sounds coming from every angle; the slick of his cock squelching back into you every few seconds; his heavy panting fanning over your ears; the faint buzz in your ears when his bicep pressed too far against your neck. "still with me?" he said that with that low, teasing lilt to his voice, like he knew full well you were being pushed to your very limit.
a pitiful little sound escaped you when you felt the firm press of his fingers into your cheeks, no mercy in the harsh way he grabbed your attention. "asked you a question, baby," a particularly thorough thrust forced the words out of you, wobbly, a little unstable:
"nicho," his fingers pressed further. "m'here…" the grip he had on you eased, but barely, the pressure of his thrusts somehow growing stronger. your boyfriend had the stamina of a thousand men, whilst you were left to fend for yourself against his voracious appetite.
any hope you had of him giving up and settling down for the night was killed a long time ago. when you'd insisted on laying on your back because you were tired, a glimpse of mercy dawned. perhaps he'd be kind enough to wait till morning?
wrong. extremely wrong. he'd had you held up by his arm for a good while now, locking you in place with a snug practical headlock, pinned down by his body. and damn it, there wasn't anywhere else in the world you wanted to be. stretched around his cock, drooling into his skin? felt like home. was all you could feel, that floaty feeling keeping you in a permanent state of euphoria since your last orgasm.
you couldn't even remember how many times he'd pushed you over the edge. naturally, nicho was keeping count.
"s'the most you've ever cum for me, y'know that?" any other time, you would've been ashamed of the borderline pornographic moan you let out when the pink muscle of his tongue flattened against your cheek, lapping up the salty remnants of his passion littered over your skin. "fuckin' soaked the sheets. pretty pussy can't stop gushing for me."
apparently, you hadn't responded enough for his liking, a gasp tearing out of you when he pulled back, fingers firmly buried against your scalp in order to shove you against the bed. in an act of pure ego, his hips slammed rapidly, faster than before, against the swell of your ass. "gushing for me, i said. leakin' all over the place. who's gonna clean your messy hole up, hm?"
nicho did it on purpose, shutting up for a brief moment in order to make it clear just how wet you were, how good he gave it to you. it surprised even you, the sloppy sound of him pounding onto you without hesitation. the evidence was there—thick, almost dried with how long it had been, translucent streaks of his seed stained your inner thighs, the sheets.
"shit, i guess i have to. always gotta do all the work around here, huh? you just sit there and get dicked down, that's how it works," enough of making his point, he decided, showing the faintest hint of affection in a few strokes of your hair before his hands firmly planted onto your hips. yanking you back, he managed to get even deeper inside you as your insides clenched around him.
all you could let out was incoherent babble, considering he was practically nestled in your throat from below. "that's it, baby.." he growled, tongue lathing over the soft skin of your neck, nose nestled against the surface. "take it all, shit… want you so full of me you forget your name."
you whimpered, whined, clawed at his thighs, leaving the prettiest streaks. it pleased you even more to know he'd be showing them off like battle scars in the morning. "don't need to think, just gotta let me in, baby. let nicho in, there we go… see, she knows who takes care of her."
"do you? mm? do you know who takes care of you like this? makes you feel good every time?"
if there was one thing you'd always remember, not even you own name, it was that. "you, nicho, you! you.. shit.. make me feel good." that devilish smirk pulled against your neck, proud, claiming.
"that's right, honey. nicho makes you feel good all the time. no one else. just nicho."
yunho with his big and towering frame, giving you backshots. he'd use his large stature to pin you to the bed as he takes you from behind. you'd be rendered completely useless as chest presses your frame deep into the mattress, using his body weight to keep you still and pliant. he'd practically go feral with each thrust, feeling your cunt grip his cock with each pull of his hips.
like this, you could feel his girth stretch you out perfectly too, leaving you breathless each time he bottoms out. god, the way he'd be moaning right into your ear, it was perfect for him to talk you through it.
"yeah, oh fuck... just like that, tiny"
"letting me use you like this, god you're so perfect f'me"
"gonna let me breed your pretty pussy, yeah? let me stuff you so full... fuck, you'll be leaking for weeks"
thinking about wooyoung begging for your attention after you went to see him even when you were tired, he was already so hard thinking of you and wanted you to jerk him pretty. ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა
this was made for my perfect gorgeous loml serene @beomiracles <3 (sorry it took 2 months)
Sleeping with Beomgyu the first time? A mistake fuelled by rage and tequila. The second time? Annoyance and desperation — you stopped counting after the fourth. When your best friend finds his stupid hoodie in your bedroom you end it — not that he lets you anyways.
⤷ contains — ˎˊ˗ smut (three separate scenes), unprotected sex, angst, fluff, avoidant reader, they are both stupid, lots of kissing, marking, hair pulling, objectification, degrading, praise, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, semi public sex, fingering, oral (fem rec), face sitting, pet names (angel, sweetheart, slut, baby etc), implied bi!reader. probably alot more
thank you to my beautiful friends who sprinted w me for these writing sessions ilysm
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You've always hated Beomgyu.
For many logical reasons.
He was arrogant, annoying and he always somehow knew every single button to push to piss you off.
Okay logical to you.
Objectively you knew he wasn't a bad person — despite you wishing he was so your dislike towards him would be valid to others.
You like to think of yourself as a rational person, you don't overreact to things, you're calm and collected.
There is just something about him that irks you.
Maybe it's the fact he's always around, like a fly buzzing around you slowly bringing you to the brink of insanity.
Unfortunately for you he was also inescapable.
Somehow despite being the most annoying, egotistical, competitive, immature person you know — his sister is the opposite.
Haeun — who you met on the first day of elementary school, after a random kid was pulled out of class for being disruptive the whole class was left unattended — chaos ensuing because what else happens when you leave twenty something kids with no supervision. Unlike the other kids who started shouting and being annoying.
Your focus was drawn to her — Staying silent in her seat, drawing.
Confused you walk over to her simply observing her — immediately forgetting why you went over there when you see her drawing something from your favourite show.
And the rest is history —
If only it was that easy though.
Because additionally — meeting your best friend, twin flame and person, came with the added bonus of someone who you truly believe was put on this earth to humble you.
The kid who got in trouble for being a pest? — Beomgyu, who always brings up the fact he caused you and Haeun to be friends and that you're basically indebted to him.
And because Haeun and Beomgyu were twins — he was constantly around.
Unfortunately.
Growing up he was there — always, every achievement he was right next to you and Haeun — because somehow your parents thought you three were inseparable, despite your multiple complains ending in your parents laughing at 'kids being kids.'
As you got older it only got worse.
Merging into your teenage years you thought he'd become less of a pest, focusing on himself more than pissing you off.
Wrong.
Beomgyu was smart — in a way where he didn't have to try too hard. Just naturally knowing the answers after barely paying attention in class.
Another reason you hated him.
While you work your ass off, studying for hours to get the best mark possible — he just knows.
When you offhandedly mentioned wanting to enter the science fair to Haeun, Beomgyu who has no interest in science joins purely to win instead of you.
And when you accidentally told him the wrong day of the math exam? Well you watched with the proudest grin when you were put first on the honours list instead of him.
You never knew what he was thinking about, whenever you retaliated and awaited his reaction he just smiled.
You were sure his sole existence is to drive you insane, and he does.
In all honesty you don't remember why you started disliking him, you just have — even before you got to know him you knew he was loud and bothersome.
The only reason you haven't strangled him is because of Haeun.
Because somehow.
Somehow.
He's amazing to Haeun.
It's like a shift — he'll be annoying you teasing you, then he's all nice to Haeun.
All things aside you can begrudgingly admit he's a good brother, watching out for her, always wanting the best for her.
They never had the phase of hating or bullying each other, he's always looked after her. Haeun told you multiple stories of him being amazing and nice.
You honestly admire him for being a good brother (unwillingly you admit it only in your subconscious mind).
It honestly pissed you off and made you dislike him more.
Because he's capable of it — you've seen him be amazing to Haeun, his friends — hell even people you know he hates, and to your knowledge you haven't done anything to him so why.
Is it just you he likes to endlessly pester and piss off.
The 'feud' if you can call it that was honestly harmless to both of you, no real damage done — just endlessly annoying each other.
Until it wasn't.
You'll admit now, you know what he did was an accident, or so everyone tells you.
You didn't even know what had happened, people in your class staring at you for seemingly no reason — until at lunch you get pulled aside by Taehyun.
Taehyun who you had a massive thing for.
You honestly didn't hear most of it — blood rushing to your cheeks, ears ringing in embarrassment. All you knew is that somehow he knew that you liked him. Now he was very nice letting you down but still.
The only time you ever admitted out loud that you liked him was at a sleepover — putting the pieces together that Beomgyu overheard.
After that it grew petty, purposefully doing shit you both knew would end badly.
It wasn't cruel or too far, you both seemingly knew where to draw the line.
It still wasn't nice.
Jokes that had edges to them you knew would affect the other. Petty things you both got in trouble for.
Whether it was him sabotaging your academics or you sabotaging whatever relationship he was in.
In university nothing changed.
Once after he told a rumour to the whole campus about you sleeping with a teacher for better grades, resulting in you having to drop your favourite class.
So when you got wind of Beomgyu being head over heels for this girl? The next week you're hard launching her on your stories to his favourite song.
Two weeks later he sends you a fucking 'hey girly' message which did make you chuckle but still! — pissed you off.
Okay maybe it started getting mean.
The only thing stopping you both from taking it too far is Haeun, forced to tolerate each other for her sake at least.
You truly think Beomgyu was put on this world punish you for past sins in previous lifetimes, to be a perpetual dull needle stabbing into your eyes and test your self control as to not end up in a jail cell.
Because if it was anyone else? You'd just ignore him, Unfortunately he's not anyone else.
He's the brother of your favourite person in the world, the one person whos seemingly able to calm both of your indifferences.
Haeun always said that you fight because you're alike, always getting a death glare from both of you.
Deep down you think shes right.
You don't think about it too deeply, you'd rather not get too psychological on the undeniable similarities between you and him, the thought of being like him honestly making you pissed off and offended at your own unconscious mind for suggesting you're like that fuckhead.
You've had a love hate relationship with parties, they're loud and usually held in a filthy frat house of someone you don't even know.
Always feeling like an extra in some sorority girls main character arc as you watch guys fighting like idiots, girls gossiping over who slept with who.
You loved however letting go of every ounce of sensibility with the excuse of alcohol, being able to blame mistakes and idiotic choices on the copious amounts of shots of the cheapest and highest percentage alcohol college students could legally find.
What you didn't like about that was how out of body you felt, the downside of all of that being the fact every choice you do make doesn't feel like your own, the inner monologue becoming your course of action whether you like it or not, your common sense on the sidelines shouting endlessly into the void.
Because unlike every other time, this one was at Beomgyu's place.
Haeun dragging you to the party, telling you the place was big enough to not run into him, and fortunately that was half true.
The place was huge, thanks to Beomgyu rooming with one of his rich friends whos parents pay the rent.
Unfortunately Haeun underestimates how much the universe hates you.
For the first hour or so it's fine, drinking playing party games with your friends, flirting shamelessly with random guys.
You don't notice Haeun left till you check your phone, seeing her tell you she had to go back to your apartment because her boyfriend was sick. You didn't really mind, if you were slightly more sober you would have been pissed she left you here of all places.
After an unfortunate run in with your ex, desperately trying to get away from him you try find any free room — bathroom? You don't wanna talk about who and what you heard in there.
Ending up in a room collapsing against the door. You don't really check your surroundings until you hear a cough. Opening your eyes — immediately landing on Beomgyu.
Because of course the first free room you enter is his.
"This is breaking and entering." He hums with a smirk bringing the cup of whatever liquid was out there to his lips.
Letting out a dry breathless laugh, leaning your head back against the door with a thud. "Of course you're here."
His voice dripping with arrogance, the subtle comments already ticking you off. "You're in my apartment? — uninvited by the way."
"Haeun dragged me along, wouldn't be here otherwise."
"You act as if this place has an infestation."
"It does, you."
He doesn't immediately reply to your last comment, looking at you for a moment before there is a banging on his door.
With an annoyed groan he gets up from his bed walking to the door about to open it, startled by you grabbing his hand your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not here." You say firmly your eyes glued to his.
Beomgyu cant help but grin, despite your silent pleas he opens the door, thankful you're hidden behind the door.
"Is y/n here?" Immediately recognising the voice to still, looking at Beomgyu's side profile as he also recognises who it is.
"Hm?" Feigning innocence as he looks your ex up and down. "Nah she wouldn't be caught dead here."
"I just saw her —"
"You didn't."
"I did —"
Cutting him off again with a grin. "You really didn't, maybe cool it on Kai's mixer, yeah?"
Before he can even respond he closes the door shut on him.
An audible sigh of relief escapes your lips when you suddenly are pulled back to reality.
Opening your eyes you're met with Beomgyu, smiling as if he won the best prize in existence.
"Anything you wanna say to me?"
"Not really."
"Not even — thank you Beomgyu! You're so awesome and handsome thank you for scaring away my evil ex!" He says an exaggerated tone, enjoying watching your eye twitch.
"Only one of those three things are correct." you resort, not immediately noticing when he gets closer to you.
"Yeah? Which one." He whispers with a grin, looking at you, enjoying your annoyed state.
"Drop dead." You say flatly, unimpressed.
"Cmon not even a thank you?" Close enough to where you can smell the faint traces of whatever flavoured vodka was out there.
You don't respond to him — you also don't pull away despite every rational part of you telling you to.
You cant tell if the room shifted from the close call with your ex or the way he's looking at you.
Or the way you're looking at him.
Both of you in no right mind, clearly.
"You barge into my room while I was peacefully drinking — bringing drama and a man child with you, not even asking for an apology just a thank you." His voice teasing, enjoying this too much, using all your might to bite back a comment.
"Peacefully drinking alone, at your own party — kinda pathetic really."
"I was escaping." He says quickly.
"Escaping what?" Replying instantly, turning the tables on him — smiling as you await his response.
"You."
Both of you shocked at his instant response.
"Glad I have that effect on you." you tease pushing him.
Unsure of how much time has passed, seconds, minutes — feels like it's been an eternity.
All you know is his eyes haven't left yours.
Now — you're drunk! you both are, not nearly in the right state of mind.
That's your excuse! as said earlier, sensibility is a mere bystander when drunk.
Neither of you know what you're doing but you know that this isn't supposed to be happening. Despite that, neither of you are making any move to stop.
"God — you're insufferable." You spit out, your voice breaking only making him grin.
"Then why are you still holding onto me." His words snapping you back — your fingers still clinging to his wrist from earlier.
"What? No quick response?" His voice dropping slightly, looking you up and down, watching as your breathing quickens.
"You're all talk yknow — the second something real happens you cave, you hide behind witty remarks but it's all bark no bite."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
Years of stupid fights, petty revenge and unresolved animosity pilled into a single kiss.
You don't know who started it, but everything else fades.
The taste of him taking over you — the cheap beer, flavoured vodka is all you can taste. His hands holding onto your face as if you'll disappear if he lets go. The kiss messy and unfocused, both of you too out of it to process whats really happening. Grabbing desperately onto each other, teeth clashing, heavily breathing into the kiss not pulling away to breathe properly.
Whatever he's mumbling into your mouth you don't register, your head foggy from the alcohol and him.
Not remembering how you ended up on his bed.
Definitely not remembering how you ended up naked.
Waking up in the morning you're immediately hit with a dull throb in your head, not just the back — the front the sides it's seeping down your body — fuck what happened.
Opening your eyes you see an unfamiliar ceiling.
You feel unfamiliar sheets on you — fuck are you naked.
Panic sets in as you try recalling last night — trying to make sense of anything — everything. Looking around the unfamiliar room, a tinge on recognition and remembrance.
Before you can even process your eyes snap to the door, Beomgyu.
Standing in the door frame pants hanging low on his waist, a smirk also gracing his lips as he looks at you.
Slowly it comes back to you — in blurred memories, your heart dropping to your stomach as you let out an exhale.
"No." You say simply your eyes running over the room, yourself — him.
He simply smiles deviously knowing you're panicking.
"Morning sleeping beauty." He says in a sing song voice — looking too smug for your liking, enjoying this too much.
"No." You reiterate, unable to say anything else as you process whats happening — what happened.
"Was last night so good I fucked the rest of your vocabulary out of you — doesn't really make sense though.. All you were saying was yess Beomgyuuu, harder Beomgyuuuu don't stop Beomg—" His exaggeration immediately cut off as you get off the bed cupping your hand over his mouth your eyes meeting his.
His eyes don't stay on yours for long, drifting down to your frame — your very naked frame. Groaning as you push his face to the side reaching down to the floor grabbing the blanket that fell, wrapping it around yourself.
"What did you do." You spit out through your teeth, shaking from a multitude of reasons because what the fuck.
"Wasn't just me, baby — though I did do most of the work, shouldn't have expected more from you 'course you're a princess —" He teases, his eyes still roaming your frame.
"God, do you shut up," you groan walking away from him, desperately trying to find your clothes from last night around his mess of a room.
Instead of retaliating like you expect he's just watching you, as you scurry around his room. When you find your clothes you don't even bother preserving your decency, dropping the blanket as you try to quickly put your clothes on.
You feel his eyes focused on you, the heat spreading across your body as you get dressed as quickly as possible.
As you stand up you look at him and for once you can't read him, which is infuriating — looking at him, all memories flooding back to you.
"This never happened." You say flatly and seriously, Beomgyu of course not ever taking you seriously.
"Then why are you standing in my room in yesterdays clothes." He hums eyebrows raised, his voice cocky.
"A glitch in the timeline, an error in the universe." You say simply shoving past him, your shoulder knocking his.
Instead of letting you leave peacefully he follows, because of course he does.
"You're acting like this is the end of the world." He eyes trail over you with a grin as you stand at the entrance putting your shoes on, catching your dishevelled state in the mirror, shaking your head slightly before looking at him.
"Shut up." You respond, taking a deep breath, your hands shaking as you try lacing up your shoes.
Beomgyu watches in amusement for a moment, enjoying your unfocused state before kneeling down slapping your hands away tying your laces for you.
"So snappy in the morning, huh?" He finishes your laces with an annoyingly perfect bow, looking up at you with a sly grin.
"It's not happening again." You state, pissed at how he's not taking this seriously.
"Whats not happening again?" He feigns innocence — to annoy you but you just ignore him, slamming the door in his face, standing against it as you try wrapping your head around this nightmare scenario.
God you despise him.
If you didn't see him in this lifetime it would still be too soon for you.
Unfortunately they didn't give you a life time — they gave you two weeks.
When you enter the sanctuary of your apartment after a gruelling class you expect to just shower, eat leftovers and rot. Instead you see Beomgyu relaxing on your couch as if he owns the place.
You freeze in the doorway, your eyes locking on his, a smirk wide on his face as he meets your gaze.
Before you can say anything Haeun enters from her room, her signature smile greeting you as you snap back into reality, smiling softly at her as she envelops you in a hug.
"Hi — how was class? I know you always hate your Thursday classes, and I know we had plans but Gyu asked to come over and yeah it just happened yknow? — but also he was telling me about how you guys are finally getting along —" At this point you're used to her ramble, not knowing how she can talk without breathing. Listening, nodding along until you hear what she said about Beomgyu. Her words fading into background noise.
Refocusing as you smile at her, your eyes glancing at Beomgyu, clearly that's the reason he's so smug, your eyes lingering on his, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, snapping back to Haeun who looks so happy you genuinely can't say anything.
As she finishes talking you plaster on your best smile nodding slowly in agreement.
"Yeah — we're good" you say through your teeth, side eyeing Beomgyu who looks so pleased with himself.
"Really? Really Really — oh good because I need to duck out to see Siyun — something about our project and Beomgyu's staying for dinner so I'm glad you're getting along so you can stay in the same place unattended without murdering each other." she smiles laughing slightly, squeezing you before dipping out of the apartment before you can process.
Closing your eyes, you drop your bag, not bothering to acknowledge him hoping he'd just go away, obviously he doesn't.
Before you can slam your bedroom door on him he stops it with his foot, barging into your sacred space, groaning as you turn to him.
"Get out." You say flatly, unable to deal with his shit for much longer.
"That's not how you speak to guests, did nobody teach you manners?" He teases smiling at you enjoying your annoyed state.
"An unwanted guest mind you."
"Still a guest."
A moment passes, the tension becoming thick and unbearable, your voice catching in your throat as you look at him.
You're not blind, or stupid he's hot, he knows it which makes him even more annoying.
The silence breaks with your voice, slightly uneven from your heavy breathing. "I hate you."
"Feelings mutual." He says simply before making one long step towards you, hands gripping onto your face, capturing your lips in a heated messy kiss, pushing you back onto your bed, groaning into the kiss.
Unfortunately you can't blame alcohol on this one.
Or the time after that at Yeonjun's party.
Orrrr the time when Haeun asked you to pick up some notes for her.
You stopped counting after the 'accidental' run in at the bar.
It's not like you seek him out. That's always been the problem.
He's just always there.
You haven't defined anything with Beomgyu — you don't need to, or want to. He's there when he shouldn't be, there when you need him to be annoyingly enough.
He's always had the uncanny ability to be there when you're already at your wits end, Now instead of making your life a living hell.
He makes your life a living hell then fucks you after.
It's nearing the start of term, everyone's prepping for the dread of exams and assignments, enjoying he last free week before everything starts up again. The campus filled with rowdy college students partying like usual — with a purpose this time though.
Not that Heeseung needs a reason to throw a party, the guy celebrated his professor being absent by throwing a party saying it's what he would have wanted? you don't really question him.
It's nice though — his place, perks of going to a fancy college is most of them are rich, well the parents are anyways.
The party majority outside, a pool party after all — a rare party in the daytime, the disadvantage is seeing all the drunk college kids in daylight, seeing unsightly things you wouldn't usually.
Of course he's here, he's best friends with Heeseung — also seeming to have a slight tendency to go to every party happening but hey.
You don't talk still.
Well — you talk, not nicely, despite sleeping with each other now you still bicker and argue constantly, it usually just ends in him fucking you.
You're inside in the kitchen, not particularly in the mood to day drink — dragged here by your friends against your will.
You hear the foot steps coming into the kitchen, paying no real attention, more focused on whatever was happening in the group chat. That was until you hear an obnoxiously fake cough you recognise. Looking up and seeing Beomgyu, your mood immediately souring, clicking your phone off.
"Seriously." Your tone flat, annoyed simply by his presence.
"Fancy seeing you here." Beomgyu's voice the opposite of yours, a grin plastered on his face.
"You knew I was coming." Folding your arms over yourself, trying not to focus on him — because of course he's in just swim trunks, it's a pool party, you can still be annoyed though.
"Mhm, you knew I was too though so don't act so sour." He steps slowly closer to you, his eyes dragging over your frame, his eyes lingering on your chest before meeting your eyes again.
"Was hoping the universe was on my side considering the house is big enough to count as three apartments." You don't miss his eyes lingering on you unapologetically, your breath hitching slightly.
"Ill find you in every universe." His attempt to flirt only pissing you off, which he knew — it's why he does it.
"You're annoying." You hum, feigning disinterest, heat rising through your body — unable to ignore the way he's looking at you like he knows where this is heading.
"You say that every time." Beomgyu's words coming out nearly in a singing voice, his fingers faintly running up your side, sending shivers down your side.
You can feel his breath faint against your neck — knowing your should pull away — you never do though.
"Still doesn't seem to register to you though." Your voice a careful whisper, acutely aware of your surroundings.
"Kinda hard to considering whenever you say it you stick around anyways ." His voice matching yours, only his is heavier and lower.
"I hate you." Your voice sharp, the harsh words only fuelling him even more. Beomgyu's hands trailing down your waist, holding onto your hip, feeling his lips brush against your neck.
"Keep saying that and ill start to believe you." His voice barely audible, muffled from your skin, only pressing faint kisses against your neck.
"Beomgyu." You say as a warning, your voice not nearly as strong as you'd like it to be.
"They are all busy outback, well be quick.." His voice mixed with his lips pressing right into the sensitive part of your neck not helping you at all. "Well — we might be, depends if you'll behave or not." He teases, feeling him smile against your warm skin.
"Fuck you." Is all you manage to say, your voice cracking, your chest rising unevenly, the only thing stopping you from buckling down is his hold on your hips.
"Only if you ask nicely." He coos against your skin, his breath hitting the wet skin of your neck from his kisses.
Before you can even quip back at him he's pulling you down the hall, closing the bathroom door behind you, immediately his lips crash onto yours, his tongue pushing past your lips, trying to claim every part of you.
Moaning into the kiss, your hands holding onto any part of him you can reach, fingers lacing into his long hair tugging on the soft strands.
Your hold on his hair elicits a moan, only then does the kiss break — Beomgyu not straying far, his nose nudging against yours as you both catch your breath.
Beomgyu's eyes are trained on you, admiring how you're giving in so easy for him already. His grip tightening on your hips.
Pushing you against the bathroom counter, his hold on your hips helping you sit on the counter, absentmindedly playing with his hair — forcing yourself to focus, your eyes trailing over his features — noticing his long lashes, the slope of his nose, his stupidly perfect eyes.
Quickly silencing your own thoughts you pull him against you, your lips colliding, his tongue tracing your lip before pushing into your mouth — fighting for the upper hand.
Neither of you stepping down, tugging on his hair only fuelling him further. Beomgyu's hand snaking up your body, groping one of your tits over your shirt a moan escaping from you unwillingly, using that he nips on your bottom lip.
The kiss is heated and messy, no real sense or rhythm, only the tension you have bubbling over like this is the only output you have.
When he pulls back he doesn't stray far, latching onto your neck, kissing around your skin leaving sloppy wet kisses all over. He settles on the specific spot he may as well have memorised, sucking hard, knowing deep purple bruises will form later on.
Your breathe hitches from the tingling sensation, your grip on his hair loosening only for you to cup his neck for support, feeling your body get simultaneously lighter from his touch but also every mark weighing you down.
"If you leave a mark I swear to god —" Your voice trying to have some bite, quickly failing when Beomgyu nips at your skin, pulling a barely audible whimper from you.
"Or what? You'll stop me — we both know that's not happening anytime soon, angel." You can feel the bastard smile against your shoulder, pressing a final kiss against the already forming bruise before his hands make their way up your shirt, squeezing your tits through your bra.
"You talk all this shit — but when it comes down to it you're all talk, kinda pathetic really." His voice lower and breathy.
Continuing on his hands leave your chest, one slipping under the hem of your shorts straight into your panties, cupping your bare heat.
Only momentarily removing himself to push your shorts off, leaving your panties on, pushing them to the side.
Your forehead falls against his shoulder, trying to mask your embarrassment, failing miserably and only encouraging him.
"See, shes begging for me.. can feel you clenching 'round nothing — shit look at her.." His words not aimed at you, talking straight to your pussy — his words alone forcing a strained whine to escape your lips, your hands gripping onto his shirt, trying to rut your hips to meet his touch, so close but Beomgyu's purposefully putting no pressure on your cunt.
His free hand snakes up to your neck, around to hold you by the back of your neck, fingers softly tracing your skin before pulling you back out of his neck, forcing you to look at him.
The sudden pressure on your neck makes you moan, his fingers pushing down on the sides of your neck forcing you to look at him.
"If you react like this for someone you 'hate' id love to see how you are for someone you like, god — you're such a slut, would let anyone do this to you wouldn't you." His words mean, putting emphasis on hate, as if the word is funny to him, His hand cupping your pussy move slightly, finger slightly nudging your clit, a soft desperate sound escaping you only to fuel him.
"Nah — wouldn't let anyone else touch you like this, only for me right — nobody else can get her like this.." His nose brushing yours, feeling his breath brush against your lips he's that close.
"Eat — ah! shit.." Your voice cracking with your words, cursing yourself internally, Beomgyu lets out a faux mocking sad sound with a grin.
Beomgyu's looking at you at you with his eyes dark, trained on every reaction you make, storing it away for later.
He doesn't say anything right away, letting out an overly dramatic sigh, his thumb brushing over your clit putting sudden pressure on it making you whine, desperate for more.
"What was that — say it again, didn't quite hear you.." His voice quiet, mocking — his lips turned into a smile.
Trying to regain your composure you take a shaky breath, all your senses overwhelmingly taken over by him.
"I said eat sh —" Before you can even finish your sentence his fingers are circling over your soaked hole. Immediately every part of your brain fails you, only focused on his fingers, trying to grind your hips up to push them in.
"You say that but your beggin' for me, sweetheart." He teases, his voice sending shivers down your spine.
Your breath hitches, your brain clouded, unable to think of anything to respond, your lack of response only droning him on.
"So much prettier when you don't open your mouth yknow that — almost can make you tolerable." His fingers tracing softly over your entrance, not pushing in, just putting enough pressure on you to have you needing more.
Your response is a broken moan, trying to bury yourself into the crook of his shoulder again, his hand holding your neck in place stopping you, forcing you to look at him. "Got nothing to say now, huh — all it takes is a little and you're all sweet f'me yeah?" he coos mockingly at you, throwing you a fake pout before breaking into a grin.
"It's okay, m'gonna take good care of her, yeah? shes dripping all for me.." His fingers finally prodding your entrance, stretching you ever so slightly, making you crave more.
"Not gonna deny her any attention because you're being a bitch, god shes craving me, clenching around barely anything."
You're barely processing his words — the sharp words targeted at you then his sweet words for your pussy sending you spinning.
Beomgyu's fingers push into your heat, sucking in a sharp breath as he feels you soaked around his fingers, his hand that rested on your neck moving to your thigh, holding you in place, pressing wet kisses over your shoulder.
Your desperate pleas echoing across the bathroom, finding it hard to remember your in public — at a pool party and all of your close friends metres from you.
Trying to grind your hips against his hand is a failed effort, his hold on your thigh keeping you firm in place. Beomgyu's fingers start thrusting into you fast — giving you no room to adjust to the sensation.
His body memorised yours at this point, knowing exactly which buttons to press, which angle gets draws out the prettiest moans he's been dreaming of since you last fucked.
He's muttering something you can barely hear — not understanding him at all — all your focus on his fingers hit that intense spot dead on.
Your legs start trembling when his thumb starts rubbing raw, harsh but pleasurable circles on your clit, hearing him groan at your walls clenching around his fingers.
Your brains foggy, so focused on the feeling of him — the way you can feel him curving his fingers to hit every spot better, his nails digging into the plush of your thigh — knowing there is going to be small crescent marks lingering for a bit.
You can feel the familiar feeling form in your gut lingering, making it clear that you're close, Beomgyu knows too — the way your whines are getting needier and your walls fluttering so sweetly around him.
Then he pulls out.
Your impending orgasm fades into an afterthought — your whole body tingling from him, fading into a dull throb between your legs.
"Beomgyu I swear to god —" Immediately he cuts you off with a kiss, silencing any complaints.
"Hold your horses angel, don't get your panties in a twist." He says with a grin, stepping back from you only to unbutton and unzip his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down enough to pull out his half-hard cock.
Your eyes go down to his cock unapologetically , subconsciously clenching your thighs, a smirk twitching on his face when he notices.
"Always wondered if there was a way to shut you up." His eyes stay on you, his fingers wrapping around his cock, giving himself a few strokes before lining up with your entrance, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist, your hands flying to his broad shoulders trying to stabilise yourself.
Before you can even think of a response he pushes himself into you, giving you no time to adjust, the room filling with both of your panting, your whines shifting to whimpers at the sudden pressure.
"Who knew all it would take was you being a little slut." He whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Your nails digging into his shoulders, only making him groan from the pain.
Giving you no time to adjust to the heavy feeling in you he pulls out of you, pushing back into you with one mean thrust.
His pace is fast, your walls sucking him in with ease, his tip prodding the spongy spot on your walls with no trouble.
Your moans only growing louder as he thrusts in and out of you, the sound of your skin slapping and the squelch of your hips meeting and your wetness pooling at the base of his cock. One of his hands move to your mouth covering it, trying and failing to muffle your moans.
"So loud huh, what — want everyone to know who owns this pussy? Let everyone know you're a little attention whore who starts fights with me just sp I can fuck the attitude right out of ya?" He says in between thrusts, his voice breathy, trying his hardest not to moan when you clench hard around him.
Beomgyu's thrusts grow sloppy, a sign he's getting caught up in his own pleasure. He may be an asshole but he's not cruel, at least when it comes to sex.
His hand snakes down between you too, using your slick to circle your neglected achy clit. As he removes his hand from your mouth, you immediately catch his lips in yours, your hands cupping his jaw — moaning into his mouth as he fucks into you.
Using one of his hands to hike your leg up higher, hitting a deeper angle immediately, pulling desperate whines from you.
The duel sensation of his attack on your throbbing bud, his hips crashing against yours in mean deep thrusts — you can feel your orgasm brewing.
"Taking me so well, baby — this pussy was made for me." The unexpected praise only pushes you over the edge — your orgasm ripping through you hard.
"That's it, come for me sweetheart — knew you had it in you." His thrusts growing even more sloppy and uncoordinated, the feeling of your walls sucking him in deeper from your orgasm — the warm feeling you overtaking him — pushing him to his own orgasm shortly after yours.
Fucking you through both your orgasms he doesn't stop — his fingers growing slower as he draws out your orgasm, making sure to not overstimulate you.
Your moans slowing down as your orgasm washes over you, riding it out, both of you breathing heavily, the room smelling of sex and chlorine.
His movements on your bud only stopping when he snaps back into reality, you wincing slightly from the unintentional overstimulation.
Resting your head on his shoulder as you catch your breath — his unintentionally hard grip hold on your thigh loosening, his fingers rubbing on the red skin.
After a moment of you both gathering yourself, your voice scratchy. "I hate you." Lacking any serious bite, from your voice breathy and throat sore.
He only hums in acknowledgement, his fingers catching your chin forcing you to look at him, a usually uncharacteristic look of concern on his face only reserved for after sex.
"You good." Beomgyu silently hopes the slight concern doesn't show in his tone, if you notice you don't say anything, still trying to think clearly after your intense orgasm.
Not responding verbally, only with a nod, the look dissipates, a cocky smirk replacing it, somehow lighter.
"Not talkative?" He teases, unable to take your annoyed look seriously.
"Shut up."
Both of you seemingly realising he's inside you, feeling his cock soften inside you.
Beomgyu slowly pulls out, making you both wince slightly from the cold air hitting you. Before you can process his fingers dip down between you pushing his cum inside you making you moan suddenly.
When he's satisfied he pulls your panties back into place, enjoying the small wet patch forming from his cum trying to slip out.
"Beomgyu get me tissues we are not doing this." You say with a deadpanned look, the party having hours left and you are not walking around like this. "I already have fucking marks all over me."
"Nobody knows they were from me though." He hums, smiling at your annoyed state.
"Beomgyu." You say as a warning, watching him pull up his pants tucking himself back into his boxers. Looking just as dishevelled as you probably.
"Haeun's probably looking for you, don't wanna keep her waiting do you?" He says heading for the door, giving you a once over. Before you can retaliate he's out the door leaving you alone with your own thoughts.
Hopping off the counter, turning around you look at yourself in the mirror, hair that was perfect before now messy, your make up smudged and lip gloss long gone.
Faint purple marks forming under your shirt, just barely hidden. Silently cursing Beomgyu, and probably cursing him out later for no apparent reason to everyone else but you two.
Your whole body buzzing from your orgasm, and just him in general, trying to get a hold of yourself, fixing everything to try and make it look like you didn't just get fucked on a bathroom counter.
Just as you take a deep breath there is a knock on the door followed by a familiar voice.
"Hey — are you in there, ive been looking for you!" You can hear Haeun's muffled voice from behind the door startling you, giving yourself one last moment.
"Yeah — ill be right out." Haeun seemingly satisfied with that answer wanders off to join the rest of the party, leaving the bathroom you look around, making your way outside to everyone else, your eyes immediately locking on Beomgyu — whos acting like he didn't just ruin you in one of your friends bathroom, you see him glance in your direction, hiding a smirk by taking a drink.
Exams are killing you, metaphorically and literally.
Surviving off TV dinners and a prayer.
Now you're smart, you know that but this is hell — starting off the semester sick and missing a bunch of classes, playing an endless game of catch up, ontop of your other classes.
On top of that Haeun as a roommate is like having excitement reincarnated as a roommate. Constantly coming in to talk, then helping her with her homework and forgetting what you were doing entirely.
Haeun's at her parents over the long weekend, begrudgingly leaving you alone — begging you to come with her.
Unfortunately — or fortunately for you; you couldn't go, your academics crying and in desperate attention.
With Haeun gone you actually are making good work, enjoying the alone time you desperately needed.
You've been at it for hours, energy drinks and water bottles piled up next to your textbooks, everything scattered around your desk, overlapping each other. Trying to cram as much information into your head on all different topics you probably wont even need for your exams.
So you don't particularly notice when you hear movement in the living room — assuming it's your cat being mischievous and or just the hallway traffic outside the apartment.
That's until you feel a hand on your shoulder you jump out of your seat nearly, feeling your soul leave your body, instantly hearing the wheezing laugh of Beomgyu, turning your chair around to see him laughing, nearly keeling over in amusement.
"What the fuck is wrong with you." Your heart may as well dropped to your stomach, beating hard in your chest.
Beomgyu only stifles his laughs for a second before you hit him with your textbook, making him wince and hold his arm, a stupid grin still plastered on his face.
Holding back a small laugh of your own, taking a deep breathe before you look at him, feigning annoyance. "What are you doing here."
The question snaps Beomgyu out of his fit of amusement, looking at you, his eyes trailing over you. "Haeun's at our parents." He states, obviously you know that but not sure why it means he can come over.
"So you decide to break in and harass me?" You raise a brow, crossing your arms, noticing the small pause before he starts speaking, still grinning, but it shifting slightly.
"Not breaking in, if I have a key and also not harassment." He hums, slowly walking back over to you, crossing the small space in a few steps, entering your personal space.
"It's what id call it — and why do you even have a key." You mumble putting the text book back on your desk with a sigh, stretching over your head, the hours sitting down finally catching up to you.
Without warning Beomgyu spins your chair back around to face him, hovering over you, his face inches from yours.
slightly startled from the sudden act you let out a startled sound, bordering on a whine, that only drones him on.
"Missed you." His voice a low whisper, his nose nearly bumping yours.
"You missed sex — and annoying me." You try to deflect, purposefully ignoring the tightening feeling in your chest you definitely don't want to address.
Beomgyu pauses for a second, almost to think for a second, barely acknowledging your snippy remark. "Same thing."
His head dips, his lips brushing over your neck, pressing a faint kiss onto your warm skin before you groan slightly, making him pull back.
A small look of concern, mainly confusion washes over his face, shifting his mood instantly.
"You good?" He questions, the surprising lack of any humour catching you slightly off guard.
"I have to study." Your voice strained, apparent you're exhausted. Slowly he pulls back, raising a brow, his grin softening slightly, still slightly amused.
"You — need to study? Little miss honour roll?" His words teasing, laced with worry still but not as apparent.
"Fuck off, I'm way behind." Your words dragging, closing your eyes, in hopes it will magically cure the headache that's been a dull throb in your head all day.
Honestly you don't know why you're sharing this — the vulnerability, assuming he's going to make some sarcastic remark and leave.
For a moment he doesnt move or say anything, giving a small hum before pulling back. You assume he's finally gonna leave you alone.
Instead he fucking flops back onto your bed.
"What are you doing?" You say slightly exasperated, not a clue what is going on his head — you already said not today so you don't know why he's sticking around.
"Laying down." He shrugs, adjusting to be against your pillows, rustling in your bedside table for a book, pulling out a random one and flipping through the pages, uninterested.
"Why?" You take a breathe, your brows furrowed slightly, still amused — now fully distracted from your studies.
"Your bed is comfortable." He says flatly, his arms crossing above his head, eyes looking over you.
"You've been on it before." Unable to not notice the way he instantly relaxes into your space, as if he belongs there.
"Well — I'm not usually thinking of the mattress when I'm on it." A smirk plays on his lips, memories flooding through your head at the suggestive comment, making you throw a near by bottle at him, which he catches, throwing it onto the ground laughing at your reaction.
"Get out." Nearly at your wits end, a small part of you cant help but be content with this but you quickly silence that thought.
"I'm comfortable." He retorts quickly, the banter surprisingly light-hearted, you've made no real effort to kick him out yet, and he knows that.
"What if Haeun comes back early."
"Unlikely, and you know that."
After a moment passes you let out a groan, spinning your chair back around to your desk, resuming resuming to the best of your abilities to study, not that Beomgyu will let you get much done, also knowing he isn't leaving anytime soon.
Today was going great, well as great as it can go when you have an 8 am lecture. Haeun's classes aren't till the end of the day so you face the annoyance of campus alone.
Well not alone, catching a few of your friends hanging around a lecture hall you quickly join the conversation. As every parts ways, leaving campus or heading to class you continue with Jeongin — a friend of a friend you've met a few times, having a few classes together.
The conversations easy, not trying to force a laugh or pretend to be interested in whatever he's saying because you're actually interested — sharing the same major and interests for the most part.
What you don't notice is Beomgyu — who was originally deep in his own conversation with his friends, his focus shifting when you catch his eye as you walk past him, completely oblivious to him.
Beomgyu completely losing interest in his own conversation, his thoughts never straying from you. Who was that guy? Why are you smiling and laughing so hard — he cant be as funny as him. Not that you'd consciously laugh at Beomgyu's jokes anyways.
Unable to control himself any longer he's making long strides over to where your standing, immersed in conversation.
"Hey there." His tone laced with faux happiness a tight grin on his face, slinging a 'friendly' arm around your shoulders, unconsciously pulling you closer to him and further from Jeongin.
You can feel him on you before you can hear him, his cologne immediately clocking you, recognising the scent too quickly. Annoyance immediately taking over anything you were feeling before, your smile dropping.
Before you can even speak Beomgyu's arms leaving your shoulders, draping himself across your waist, his fingers grazing your hip, sending shivers down your spine.
Jeongin quickly noticing the vibe shift lets out a strained laugh, giving you a quick nod. "Ill see you around, ill see you in class Monday?"
Not fully trusting your voice you just nod apologetically at him. When he's out of range you push Beomgyu off you, looking at his pleased grin.
Looking around before you grab his wrist, pulling him to the nearest building, ending up in a staircase you drag him in, hitting his shoulder.
"What the hell — was that." You say in a whisper yell, quickly looking around to make sure nobody is around.
'What, I'm just looking out for you." He shrugs as if what he did was normal, his expression showing no remorse.
"Oh and you know whats best for me — really?" You let out a dry laugh crossing your arms, shaking your head in disbelief.
Beomgyu doesn't respond right away, stepping closer to you — invading your personal space, his voice dropping an octave, a smile replacing his look of indifference from earlier. "I know the best way to keep you in your place, angel. Might I remind you of last week — or even last night, begging for me —"
"Fuck you." You cut him off instantly, your breathing going uneven from him being so close — knowing exactly which buttons to push.
"Already done that before, baby." He moves even closer, his breath fanning your neck, still not touching you.
The hallway growing heavy with tension, both of your breathing audible — Beomgyu's lack of touch giving you an out if you want it — and you really don't.
"Heres what you're gonna do —"
"Oh yeah, really?" You scoff in disbelief, letting out a dry laugh, heat radiating from him — his calm demeanour sending you spiralling.
"Yeah — 'cause we both know behind this act — because it is an act.." His voice trails off, his fingers reaching up, barely grazing over your jaw. "You cant resist me." He says confidently, his eyes locking on yours briefly before looking over your features.
"You're gonna go to our spot in 10 minutes, and if you're late you're seriously gonna reconsider talking to that guy on Monday." His voice almost venomous when mentioning Jeongin. His fingers leave your jaw, leaving a faint tingle where the lingered, meeting his eyes once again, holding them for a moment — his eyes dark, filled with something you haven't seen before. Jealousy, you don't really want to unpack yet.. or ever.
Barely processing his words before he's out the door — the large entry doors swinging from the wind, leaving you alone in your own thoughts.
The walk alone to 'your spot' was already 6 minutes away, Beomgyu so adequately called it 'your spot' when it's not really your spot — just the most secluded spot in campus nobody has really found, perfect for whenever this — whatever you and Beomgyu are happens.
The walk was painfully slow, drawing it our purposefully to annoy Beomgyu — who has always been the impatient type.
When you arrived you checked your phone, 11 minutes. trying to bite back a small laugh you enter the small room — an empty storage room on no campus maps.
Looking around as you enter trying to scope out Beomgyu — immediately he grabs your hand, pushing you against the wall, his face only centimetres from yours. Feeling his own chest against yours as you try catching your breath from the shock.
"A minute, seriously?" He lets out a dark hum, his hold on your wrist tightening, not enough to be painful — just enough to keep you in place.
"My bad, was enjoying the scenery." You say, your voiced laced with fake sympathy. Your eyes locked on his.
"Cant even follow a simple instruction — god you're useless." He spits out, his other hand roaming over your body, dipping in your jeans.
Your breath hitches, a small pathetic whine leaving your lips involuntarily. Glancing down at his hand. Swallowing the lump in your throat.
"I swear — everything leaves that cute head of yours as soon as I'm around — cant think about anything but how good I make you feel right?" Beomgyu's hand leaves your wrist, unzipping your hoodie, which he immediately recognises as his own — only leading him on.
"Flirting with a random guy in my hoodie? — what would everyone think when they find out you pretend to hate me but act like a little slut the second we're alone."
His fingers leaving your jeans with a whine from you, unzipping the hoodie and letting it fall on the ground — leaving you in only your undershirt.
"God, you're insufferable you know that —" He cuts you off by fucking biting your shoulder. A sound teetering on a wince and moan escaping your throat. Beomgyu quickly soothing the skin with a kiss, resting his forehead on you.
"You talk all this talk but still come back to me — so really how much do you 'hate me' truly." Almost hearing his smile, his voice edging on a laugh only serving to piss you off.
Beomgyu's hands running over your body, settling on your hips, skimming over your waistband, teasing you.
"Beomgyu stop teasing." You try and fail to force your voice to have any sharpness, the words coming out nearly as a whine.
"Say please.." Beomgyu mumbles into your shoulder, pressing wet open mouthed kisses along your collarbone, leaning your head back against the wall instinctively to give him better access causing him to smile against you.
Not responding at all only causes him to sigh dramatically against you — his smile never fading. "Say please and ill give you everything you want baby, just one word."
"Fuck off." Your voice lacking any bite and confidence, Beomgyu pulls away from your skin, admiring briefly the wet marks adorn on you.
Suddenly you feel the pressure of his hand against your throat, pressing down on the sides just enough to make your heart skip, looking at you like prey — his leg slipping in between your legs, pressing against your heat pulling a desperate moan from you.
"Say please and ill be nice."
"You're never nice."
"I am to people who don't act like brats." Beomgyu's eyes trail over you, admiring you unravelling under him.
You mumble it, barely audible but enough to make his grin widen, pressing down on your throat again making you whine. "What was that, didn't quite hear you angel." His voice just above a whisper.
"Please."
"See, was that so hard, pretty girl." His hand leaves your throat — the sensation quickly being replaced by his lips, both his hands wandering over your body greedily.
You know you should probably stop — but you seriously cant.
It's like an itch that you know you shouldn't scratch a sore, you know if you keep scratching it, it'll get infected but it feels so good when you do.
You know you definitely shouldn't keep sleeping with him — he pisses you off, makes your life hell, he's your best friends brother.
You still keep ending up in his bed.
Or him in yours.
Which is exactly what happened, the sore got infected.
Well — You got caught.
Nearly.
Got off by the skin of your teeth.
It's winter, it's also one of your rare free days off from work and college. No assignments due, no homework just nothing.
Which honestly you're not complaining about, slightly glad you have no impending assignments to stress about.
Both you and Haeun are relaxing in your room - the only one with heating that works moderately well.
You're on your bed scrolling on your phone, paying no attention to whatever Haeun is doing, hearing her shuffling through your room.
You're best friends, ride or dies — having nothing to hide, in your room at least.
Well that you know of.
"Whats this?" Haeun's voice pulls you from your phone, glancing over at her by your closet. Unable to see what shes holding you lean forward a bit. When you see what shes holding all blood rushes from your face.
A hoodie, simple! But Haeun knows your wardrobe, this is not your hoodie and she knows that.
The simple black hoodie which could belong to anyone? Your laundry must have been mixed up, right? You can use that excuse —
"Weird, Gyu has one just like this, same brand and everything, and rip too —" Haeun trails on, immediately you cough, bringing her attention to you.
"It's apart of the design I think — must've gotten mixed up with someone from the laundromat" You shrug feigning innocence. Haeun looks at you for a moment longer than needed, not fully buying it but not pushing.
"I guess." She hums slightly, laying it on the back of your chair, flopping next to you on the bed, you hope she cant hear or sense your heart racing and your blood pressure rising with every second.
"So, any reason for the snooping?" You try shifting the topic, Haeun unaware smiles immediately.
"Siyun asked me on a date, tonight." She lets out a dramatic sigh, you cant help but smile at her excitement. "Said he wanted to be spontaneous, and that it's worth the surprise."
You hum in acknowledgement, letting her continue her rant, in your head you're just glad she believed you, then it hits.
The guilt.
The guilt of lying to your best friend, doing this behind her back and shes oblivious, knowing that both of you are the most important people in her life and you're both lying to her.
Moving through the apartment in a haze, following Haeun around as she talks and gets ready for her date, saying what you need to say, talking enough to not have her questioning where your head is.
Because if she did ask if something was wrong, you're not sure if you could lie any longer.
As she heads out for her date you're left with your thoughts, which is never good.
Because what would she think?
If she found out you were sleeping with her brother from finding his clothes in your closet — which how the hell did it get there.
God you don't wanna imagine her face — the pain, the lies.
The only reason she didn't question further was because she trusted you, and him. Because if she did question further — if she looked any closer to the hoodie, she'd see not only the 'designed rip' — she'd see the exact same stain from chem lab, his stupid doodles on the tag — and that you definitely couldn't blame on a stylistic choice.
Before you can think you're grabbing the hoodie that was plaguing your thoughts and you're out the door — not really thinking about it.
Well you know where you're going.
You know the way without even needing directions — you have the route memorised from late night walks to his, or him walking you back to yours even when you didn't ask.
You don't text him you're on your way or that you're going over; because you know he'll reply with some stupid and flirty joke which you definitely don't need right now.
It's only a ten minute walk, you wish it was longer — not nearly enough time to actually think about what you're going to say. Stopping yourself involuntarily at his door — you know his roommates not home — why do you know his roommates schedule, because he doesn't shut up so you're forced to listen to him.
No other reason.
You don't have a plan, the ten minutes feeling like three, fuck what were you going to say — what was he going to say.
You cant even knock before the door swings open, of course as you expected he answer — he's the only one home what did you expect — fuck why are you doing this.
What you didn't expect was him to answer looking like heaven or hell depending on how you look at it reincarnated, pants hung low on his hips, his boxers peaking through, the small happy trail visible, peaking out from them. Shirt slightly askew from whatever he was doing before — not bothering to adjust.
Trying to gather your thoughts you're just standing there in his doorway, basically gawking at him. His expression smug, amused at your clearly dishevelled state.
The next thing you process is his touch — his fingers lingering on your arm, pulling you inside. Tumbling inside you immediately recover from your daze, shoving the hoodie into his chest, letting it fall to his feet.
"What the hell is this." Your voice teetering between a yell and a whisper.
Beomgyu simply looks at you with amusement, looking you up and down a smug smile on his lips. "A hoodie, cmon angel, you're not that stupid."
"No I mean what is it doing in my closet." You spit out, feeling your blood pressure rise from him just existing.
"I put it there." He says like it's the simplest thing in the world, with the audacity to just shrug it off.
"No shit — I mean why, Beomgyu." Your voice raising, your anger growing into confusion. Your brain going a thousand miles a minute trying to figure out why he put it there so recklessly.
His eyes leave yours for a split second, his expression changing briefly before looking back at you. "In case you got cold or something."
His words linger in the air for a moment — processing what he said, what his words meant.
Turning around from him, groaning in annoyance your hands running over your face.
"Are you seri — Haeun nearly caught us." You say through your teeth, your palms digging into your eyes, taking a breath before turning to face him, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation.
Beomgyu freezes momentarily, taking in your state, his lips turning up in a small smirk, enjoying your frazzled state.
Letting you continue your spiel, his eyes following you as you pace across the room.
"The only reason she didn't is because she trusts me — us, so when I say it was some random persons laundry getting mixed up with mine she believed me — because why on earth would I ever lie to her." Your voice trailing off from anger to guilt, your fingers twirling the necklace dangling from your neck — ironically the matching one you have with Haeun.
"You're overreacting." He says calmly, in hopes to try and soothe whatever your feeling — his words only making it worse.
You scoff in disbelief taking a deep breath looking at him. "No — no! If anything I am under reacting right now — fuck I knew this was a stupid idea, we cant keep doing this."
Beomgyu stills for a moment, his feelings unreadable — confusion, maybe slight annoyance — hurt maybe?
"Because of a hoodie? If she questions further just say — I don't know, I left it at your place and you just sorted it with your —"
"Oh my fucking god, Beomgyu — not because of a hoodie! Because we are basically betraying Haeun!" Your sharp words cutting him off quickly, breaking off at the end, exasperated and exhausted, from everything — the hiding, the guilt — the unknown of what the fuck you are, both of you too stubborn or scared to ask.
You know in the grand scheme of it, you're overreacting but you cant help it — the months of guilt, unspoken feelings bubbling over.
The sharp contrast of before — when the neighbours could most definitely hear you arguing and now — an eerie quiet, both of you just — there.
"We need to end this."
"No."
"You cant just say no —"
"I am, I have a say in this."
"Beomgyu why are you fucking fighting this! — All we do is fight then have sex, it's unhealthy and —"
"You're only ending it because you're scared." His voice is steady, his arms crossed as he leans on the back of the couch, watching you unravel.
"God — you're so arrogant, I'm thinking of Haeun — and I swear to god if you keep interrupting me." You pace around in front of him, basically vibrating at this point, your skin warm, your hands flailing around as you talk.
"You're always thinking of Haeun, Y/n." His eyes follow you around, remaining calm, an unusual lack of any smart ass remarks.
The mention of Haeun makes you stiffen in your spot, your eyes locking on his.
"Fuck you."
You spit out almost like venom, your breathing growing uneven from getting worked up.
"Isn't that what you're trying to avoid?" He hums, a small cocky smile growing on his lips.
You let out a dry, humourless laugh, unintentionally moving closer to him, your fingers running over your face trying to calm down. "We are not doing this! God you're so —"
"What? Self absorbed, egotistical, arrogant? Try me, you've called me everything under the sun, angel." He tilts his head towards you, breaching your personal space, you make no real effort to move.
"I hate you."
"Every time you say that it gets less and less believable." He quips back instantly, his voice dropping an octave.
The tension between you growing palpable, laying it all on the table and still so much left unsaid.
Beomgyu takes a moment before moving even closer, feeling the warmth radiating off you.
"You're such a brat."
"Do you honestly think Haeun would care if we were sleeping together?" His voice flat, emphasising the honestly, trying to get you to see his view.
"Yes — what kind of question is that." You stammer, dumbfounded, his question seeming stupid, of course she would care — If you found out your best friend was hiding something like this you'd be pissed.
He doesnt respond instantly, just looking over you — gauging your expression, almost like he's analysing you. "No, you care. You're using Haeun as an excuse to avoid how you actually feel."
You scoff in disbelief shaking your head, a dry laugh escaping your lips. "That's not what this is — and don't act like you know me."
"No? Then what is this then — because I do know you, I know you better than you know yourself half the time."
Everything about this is wrong, You and Beomgyu have always been wrong, everything about him irks you irrevocably, you don't mesh, you don't work — so why doesnt it feel wrong.
Arguably you know that this is stupid — and that yes, you are using Haeun to avoid how you feel but that's just because you don't know how you feel.
Beomgyu is irritable in the same way a headache is — he's arrogant and obnoxious. He's competitive with only you, he's a dick to only you, so why the fuck is he fighting you on this.
You have your own revelations about this — whatever you are, but whats in it for him? Why you — why is he so protective of whatever you are, refusing to end this. Honestly it wouldn't surprise you if he's being hard just to piss you off, but you know that's not the case.
A part of you is desperate just to understand him — You've always prided yourself in being able to read people pretty well but you just cant with him.
When you break the silence it's with a dry laugh, your eyes meeting his, which were already trained on you.
"I'm not doing this."
"No we are, actually." His reply is instant, almost as if he predicted your response.
Your feet move before you can think, instinctively walking away — from him, this conversation, unsure if you even wanna hear what his opinion is because he's incapable of shutting up.
Before you can even make it to the door you feel him on you, his hand clasping around your wrist — not tight enough to hurt but enough to stop your movements.
Your back meeting the wall with a small thud — the space between you small, barely existing. The faint feeling of his breath against your skin, his fingers loosening around your wrist but lingering.
"You cant just walk away because you don't wanna talk about us, you don't get to just run away because your avoiding talking about how you feel."
"I'm walking away because the conversation ended, there is no us to talk about." Your body betraying you, your harsh words having no malice with your voice uneven, unable to even meet his eyes.
"Bullshit, you and I both know that's bullshit." He spits out, his voice low, barely louder than a whisper, if you didn't know better you could almost sense the hurt in his voice.
"Beomgyu." You say, nearly as a warning, for both of you.
"If there is nothing between us why are you so scared of Haeun finding out, if you think for a second what we have is just sex then you're not as smart as I thought."
His words instantly catching you off guard, the sudden vulnerability — the reality of it. What you had was 'just sex'. You don't think about the after, when he lingers, when he asks about your day, when he's always just there when you need him without realising you do.
Seeing it in the moment as an annoyance, because if you thought about the fact he actually makes you smile, and isn't always an arrogant asshole.
"It is just sex — you're acting like we have a normal relationship outside of it we aren't even friends! All you do is fight me on everything." The rational part of your brain trying to get him to see the logic — well your logic.
"Maybe it's just sex because you never even let yourself think it could be more, maybe I fight you on everything because it's the only time you're real." That familiar feeling — the stutter you always ignore, the small feeling whenever you see the other side of him takes over your chest.
He was right — to a point, you never let yourself think about him more than sex — because what then?
In a way you liked the way your relationship was, the way he always was there to fight you on things — to push you, fuck it was annoying but still.
Because you knew he was a good person — you've always known that, maybe that's why you could never hate him in the way you claimed.
Everything is too much — your own thoughts, his words — just him.
You let out a deep ragged breath, bordering on a laugh, unable to even look at him — your mind trying to find anyway to leave — because the bastard is right, you do run away.
Pushing him back enough for you to quickly walk away — again.
Again, Beomgyu is not having it.
His hand grabbing your wrist again, pulling you into him — his lips crashing onto yours. His hands cupping your jaw, not letting you even think about leaving again.
You immediately kiss back — its not soft, its desperate, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip briefly before his tongue slipping into your mouth, claiming every part of you, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss, your fingers moving to lace into his hair, tugging at his hair, almost trying to pull him close enough to fuse into him.
The kiss is heavy — so much unsaid, trying to tell you everything without words, trying to show you how much he needs you.
Beomgyu only nips at your lip before pulling back, earning a pathetic whine from you, a string of spit connecting you, his forehead resting against yours, his fingertips barely on your cheek anymore, like he's trying to treasure you — too precious to touch.
You can barely even comprehend whats happening when you feel him laugh, his whole body shaking as he does, pulling his face from yours. His hand trailing down your cheek to your throat, wrapping around the front, his thumb pushing your chin up so you're forced to meet his eyes.
"Still easy." His voice having a rasp to it, his eyes so familiar — but also filled with something unfamiliar that you can now place — possessiveness.
"Fuck you."
"Only if you ask nicely."
Unable to stop yourself you crash your lips onto his again, desperate for him to just shut up for once.
It's desperate — messy, trying to pour everything between you into this, He's swallowing you whole — every part of you is consumed by him, his soft plush lips against yours — the faint taste of his lip balm, the coffee he was drinking before, everything about him making you dizzy.
Beomgyus hands are on you, his fingers kneading your hips — clumsily leading you to his room, both of you refusing to part from each other. Knocking into furniture — only making you huff into the kiss — a small moan escaping your lips when you feel his teeth nip at your bottom lip — swallowing the sound you make instantly.
The next thing you know is the kiss breaking — Beomgyu pushing you down onto the mattress, the small gasp that escapes only makes him smile above you, quickly kneeling to meet you, his hand cradling your face, tilting it up to meet him. Your lips parting instinctively — wanting him — needy for him.
"All this talk —" His voice gravelly, breaking with need, the deep sound echoing, going straight to your core, a small whine leaving your lips, looking up at him, silently pleading for him to do something — anything.
His lips trail down your jaw, when he gets to that particular spot he knows is sensitive his teeth nip at the skin, his tongue tracing over the mark, sucking hard making sure to leave a mark.
Because that's one thing he knows pisses you off — marks, does he do them anyways, yes.
You cant even bring yourself to fight him on it, every reasonable part of you turned against you.
His lips leave your skin, the sudden cold air hitting your wet skin making you whine, the whine only him smirk, unbelievably cocky that only he has this affect on you.
Beomgyu's eyes wander over you, noticing the small strip of skin exposed from your shirt riding up, the fact you clearly weren't thinking properly when you rushed over here, your legs exposed, the small sleep shirt barely hiding anything.
He's drinking you in — no matter how many times you've slept together he'll never get enough of this — you.
the sight of you; who is usually bratty, always running her mouth, laid out — begging for him, someone who she claims she detests.
God — the amount of times he's considered taping this, just to show you who is actually in charge.
He only snaps out of his trance when he hears your pathetic pleas, grasping at his hand, pulling him back towards you.
Grabbing at your wrist, his thumb presses against your pulse — the feeling of it beating under him only sending him crazy because its you.
Everything about you drives him insane — he can never get enough of you.
"Look at you, huh? I wonder what everyone would think if they knew how pathetic you were. Begging — being all sweet just for me, right?" His voice dripping with sarcasm, His fingers skimming over your torso, over the soft fabric that's leaving little to the imagination.
His eyes are trained on your face, focusing on all the small details, the way your eyebrows crease whenever he calls you one of the pet names you hate, the way your tongue pokes out when your concentrated — the way you get teary eyed whenever he teases you, how you look when his fingers press on your tongue — basically begging him to take all of you.
"Beomgyu.." Your strained voice only making it all worse — how even after everything you still needed him. Getting impatient, your head thrown back while your body arches into his touch.
a voice inside is telling him to hurry up because he needs you just bad, another part of him needs to prolong this — to show you just how much you need him, how much you really want him.
His fingers trace over the exposed skin of your stomach, not missing the way you shiver when his fingers touch you.
Every touch is electric — Your patience wearing thin, he's always had an affect on you — that's what got you here but this was different, he was drawing this out, taking his time messing with your head. His touches feeling different, lingering longer than necessary and on purpose.
Beomgyu's fingers dip under the hem of your shorts — so fucking close to where you need him, you think he's finally about to do something.
then he pulls his hand away. Not only that, pulling off you fully, standing tall over you.
The words die on the tip of your tongue when you see him pull his shirt over his head, throwing it across the room with no goal. Kneeling on the bed hovering over you again, his face close enough where you can feel his uneven breathes against your face.
"Do you have any idea what its like to deal with you." His voice is quiet — broken almost, like he's trying to hold back but cant.
His words instantly catch you off guard, taking a sharp breath, not even able to say anything before he continues.
"You're everywhere — I cant escape you even if I wanted too, and every time we fight — god do you know what it takes for me not to ruin you in that moment." His fingers tighten on your hip, voice dripping with need, you can hear him holding back.
You don't say anything — you cant, his words, bordering on a confession leave you breathless, not trusting your voice even if you tried.
"Always running that mouth but now, you're speechless?" He hums, his eyes focused on your shirt, his fingers bunching up the fabric at your waist, slowly pushing it up further and further.
His fingers graze over you mindlessly, his touch feather like over your side, the soft touch making you shiver. Beomgyus finger gently wrap around your wrist, pulling you up, quickly moving back to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head, letting it land on the ground.
You can feel his eyes on you — Guiding you to lay back onto the mattress, hearing him audibly take a breath, his eyes never leaving you.
His thumb tracing over your chest, over the thin fabric — purposefully ignoring your perked nipples peaking through the thin bra you were wearing.
"Beomgyu." The breathy whine doing nothing to pull him from his gaze, his fingers reaching around to unclasp it, the bra loosening instantly.
Slowly, his fingers pull down the straps, letting it fall onto the space beside you, leaving you exposed. Beomgyu doesnt let you feel insecure to worried, his head leaning over your tits, his breath ghosting over one of your nipples making you gasp.
His tongue poking out, teasing you — licking the top half of your boobs, pressing sloppy kisses everywhere but you need him to.
Finally, his lips wrap around your nipple, teeth grazing over the sensitive bud, sucking hard, his other hand creeping up to your neglected tit, fingers tugging on your nipple, twisting and flicking it between his fingers.
Your hands rush to his hair, arching into his mouth, a string of desperate moans leaving your lips. He only moans when he feels you tug on his locks, his other hand gripping on your hip, stopping you from moving, affectively caging you under him.
His hand leaves your hip, smoothing over the band of your shorts, wasting to time pulling them down, letting you kick them off. His fingers running over your newly exposed skin, making your breath hitch.
With a pop, his lips leave your tit, the skin red and spit soaked — you make the mistake of trying to look down at him — his eyes already trained on you. His pupils blown, cheeks dusted pink, his hair a mess from your fingers running through it. You can feel him everywhere — his touch leaving your skin tingling.
His fingers carefully trace over the plush of your thigh, tapping at your inner thigh, telling you silently to part them — of course you do so instantly.
"Such a good girl — why cant you be like this all the time?" He tsks at the end, biting back a grin, the smugness in his voice pulling an embarrassed whine from you.
Pushing your legs apart further, his fingers circle the exposed skin of your inner thigh — testing you, so close to where you need him. You try pushing your hips up, trying to meet his fingers.
A small chuckle escapes his lips — not that you're focused on that, your brain a one track mind — only thinking of him, his touch.
His middle and ring finger brush over your cunt, his touch barely counting — still it drives you insane.His eyes drift down, looking at your body — desperately arching into his touch.
His fingers sliding down your folds collecting your slick — letting out a strangled sound, before you can think his fingers push inside you.
The sound that escaped was small — somewhere between a gasp and a moan, finally feeling him. His fingers stretching you out, curling deep inside your cunt.
Your moans fill the room, his fingers pumping inside you — hitting that addicting spot every time.
"F-fuck — don't stop.." Your voice breaking midway — Beomgyu's fingers scissoring inside you stretching you out more, his rhythm is mean — giving you no room to breathe.
"So tight — fuck, she takes me so well — shes sucking me in like she doesnt want me to leave." He takes a sharp breath, almost like he's holding back a moan — barely even registering your words, focused on the feeling of your cunt around his fingers — sucking him in, your warm walls taking him so well.
The feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of you — the sudden loss of him only for him to slam his fingers back inside you, curling into that sweet spot that makes you clench around him hard.
His other hand grabs one of your thighs, hooking it over his hip, the sudden change of position only making his fingers push deeper in you.
You cant even do anything but moan, pulling him down to your level, your lips attaching back to his. "Beomgyu — ahh fuck! I'm gonna c-cum pleaseplease! —" Your words barely coherent, so focused on Beomgyu's fingers fucking you, the sound of your wetness echoing through the room.
You can almost taste the sweet release of your orgasm —
The he stills his fingers in aching pussy.
"Beomgyu what the fuck —" Your voice broken and coming out as a whine, the fading pleasure only making you try and chase it again — trying to buck your hips up to meet him, failing desperately.
"You think you deserve this — after being a brat?" His words teetering on a dry laugh, a dark, smug grin is all you see when you open your eyes.
You let out a choked sob — your whole body burning up — desperate for his touch again. "Please, — please." Your greedy — so desperate for that release you'll do anything.
Beomgyu's fingers suddenly start fucking into you — his palm meeting your clit with every thrust, his pace fast and rough.
"Look at her — so needy, just for me — gonna take care of this pussy, shes so sweet for me." Your back arches off the mattress, your walls fluttering around his digits, your clinging onto him — not letting him part from you for a second. Your head falling to his shoulder — sobbing into into him trying to muffle your loud, desperate moans.
The coil in your gut snaps — your orgasm rips through you. Your legs spasming around him, a string of nonsensical moans — his fingers pressing against that gummy spot on your walls relentlessly, fucking you through your orgasm — your release coating his hand, your walls sucking him further into your cunt.
Before you can even process Beomgyu's hands are on you — pulling you down to hover over his face, his hands kneading the plush of your hips, your legs already shaking from your previous orgasm making it impossible to stay stationary over him.
His arms wrap around your thighs pulling your cunt flush against his face, licking a long stripe up your cunt — drinking up your cum.
Falling forward you grab the headboard — trying to stabilise yourself, your brain working overtime, fuzzy from your orgasm and the warm, wet sensation of his mouth drinking up all your cum.
"Beomgyu — too much, shit! — " You gasp, your free hand tangling in his hair, unsure if you're trying to pull him closer or push him away.
Beomgyu's tongue laps up all of your juices — swirling over your oversensitive clit, the wet messy sound of his saliva mixing with your cum.
Already working in overdrive from your previous orgasm your next one crashes over you — Beomgyu's tongue swirling around your entrance licking up all of your cum — moaning low against your pussy making you jolt.
You cant help but grind against his face — using his tongue to ride out your orgasm, and he's letting you. His fingers digging into the skin of your thighs, keeping you right on his face, if you weren't so utterly fucked out you would have worried about his lack of oxygen.
After a moment his hold on you loosens, helping you off, leaning back on the mattress, her head hitting the pillows — the familiar scent of him consuming you.
Beomgyu settles between your legs, hooking your legs over his shoulders, basically bending you in half. His free hand strokes his cock, tapping his tip against your clit, smearing all the wetness over his cock.
"Look at you — fuck shes begging for me, mama." He hisses through his teeth, letting out a guttural groan deep from his chest. His eyes trained on your cunt — clenching around nothing, basically begging for his cock.
With one deep push he's inside you — the position only making him go impossibly deeper, feeling him everywhere in you, his hand smooths over your stomach pressing over the bulge in your stomach from how deep he is in your gut.
"Look at her — sucking me in, takes me so well every fucking time — doesnt she?"
You cant even reply — your eyes lolling shut, unable to keep them open, Beomgyu's cock sliding in out of of your pussy, pushing your legs impossibly closer, needing to be even closer to you somehow.
His cock buried deep inside you, roughly thrusting into you, his hips meeting yours.
Feeling every drag of tip against that gummy spot he's set on, his cock stretching you open — no matter how many times he fucks you dumb, your cunt sucks him like she never wants him to leave.
"Only I can fuck you like this, huh? Look at you — what? Fucked too stupid to even reply?" His lips brushed against your neck, his words coming out ragged and out of breath, almost punctuating every word with a sharp thrust.
The ache of your body being basically folded in half is in the far back of your mind — the pleasure ripping through you is all consuming — everything in your head being turned to mush only echoing one coherent thing — beomgyu.
"All angry at me when all you need is to be taken care off, yeah? Maybe instead of being a bitch just ask nicely and you can get — fuck, what you want." He hisses through his teeth, his pace faltering for a moment, his mocking words making you squeeze his cock tightly, nearly pushing him out.
Through all of the pleasure all you need is him closer — almost like he can sense it he leans down capturing your lips in a needy kiss, one of his hands moving off the mattress to cradle your face.
The kiss was heavy — it was laced with so many unspoken words, almost trying to tell you how he was feeling without speaking, holding onto your face tight, not letting you even try to move away from him, swallowing every sound — every pretty moan you let out.
you only break the kiss when a particular deep thrust knocks the air out of your chest, a small whimper escaping your lips. "Gyu — m'so close please.."
The sound that escapes Beomgyu's throat borders on a whimper — his thrusts growing sloppier, feeling him twitch inside you, taking a sharp breath against your lips, his head resting against yours.
"If you call me that again im not lasting, angel — fuck, squeezing me so tight, need to cum yeah?" He mumbled against your lips, you can practically feel him grinning against you, pulling back only to bury his cock deep into you — squishing your legs further into your chest, only letting him fuck you even deeper.
Fat tears are rolling down your cheeks, your sobs only morphing with your choked moans, the tight coil burning in your gut — so sensitive its too much but you need it — your pussy spasming around his length, your vision going blurry.
His cock heavy in your gut — his thrusts persistent and precise knowing exactly where every button to make you lose your mind is.
"For someone so — fucking sure she hates me, you sure beg for me like a little slut? You think you deserve to cum?" His words pull a desperate, choked sob, feeling his thrusts slow dangerously, feeling your high slowly slip out from under you. eagerly you shake your head in disagreement, his eyes lingering on the wet splotches of tears staining your cheeks.
"Cum for me, angel — that's it, good girl, let everyone know who you belong too, that's it —" his voice coming our raspy, dragging out the praise. With his words your orgasm comes crashing over you — your head throw back against the pillows arching impossibly closer to him — his hips crashing against yours, coming undone around his cock.
"Taking it so well — fuck gonna cum.. Gonna fuck you full, not gonna tell me to stop either, huh? She's begging for more, to fill her up — fuck. His words growing incoherent as his own orgasm comes crashing, the feeling of your walls tightening around his cock, creaming over his length as he fucks you through your orgasm.
Reaching up your fingers card through his hair tugging on the strands, pulling him closer to you, his thrusts not wavering, his own release making him more insatiable. The wet sounds of him fucking his cum into you — mixing with your own release only drones him on.
"She's taking me so well — gonna ruin her, only I get to have you like this, fuck shes dripping, can barely take it all." Your brain is shutting down — the only thing you can feel is him, its almost too much — orgasm after orgasm ripping through you.
After both of your highs calm down his thrusts slow, stopping after you let out a small whine. Slowly pulling back, his hand rubbing at the muscles of your sore legs, pulling out of you, mumbling under his breath. Watching as his cum mixed with yours, trickles out of your fluttering hole.
The room falls quiet, the small sounds of your breathing, the wind and rain from outside barely audible.
Beomgyu's eyes trail over you, taking in your state, focusing on your face — your eyes still shut, recuperating from just before. He leans over, pressing a feather like kiss onto your temple before standing up.
Stretching out, groaning comically loud only making you bite back a small laugh, He pulls up his boxers making his way out of the room, returning moments later with a wet cloth and a bottle of water.
You're staring up at the ceiling, just processing — the night ending in the way it always does for you both, but this time its different. You've both said things — maybe not a lot, or even all of how you felt but its not nothing.
Beomgyu settles between her legs, dragging the damp cloth over her, cleaning up the mess from between her legs.
Looking at him its almost domestic — a surprisingly soft expression on his face, cleaning you up gently, his free hand stationary on your leg, soothing the warm skin.
You only look at him briefly before his eyes meet yours, quickly looking back at the roof. Feeling Beomgyu pull away from you — you nearly felt colder, his warm presence shifting away from you.
Your mind is racing through everything — every thought ending with him, everything you try to distract yourself with somehow always ends in you thinking of Beomgyu in some shape or form.
Coming back to reality with Beomgyu calling out your name repeatedly, resting next to you on the bed. You swallow the lump in your throat giving yourself another moment before turning to him finally.
"I hate lying to her." Your voice small, the sudden shift is noticeable, finally having the conversation you've been avoiding since this started.
"I know." You were surprised when he actually took it seriously — didn't play it off as a joke, a part of you finally feeling like you can understand him.
you continue, "I feel guilty, like im hurting her —" Your short ramble quickly cut off.
"You know she wouldn't care, angel."
"Okay — logically I know that, okay but its one thing if we were serious but we're —" You trail off, breathless, a small weight simultaneously lifted off your shoulders and weighing you down.
Your eyes dart back to the ceiling, everything about this feeling new, undiscovered, raw — real.
He silently brushes some stray pieces of hair from your cheek, before taking a breath. The realisation that this conversation has probably been on his mind too — all your realisations are probably ones he's had.
"I don't think she needs to know what we are yet, and I don't particularly feel like telling her about me sleeping with her best friend."
The implication of yet doesnt brush past you — yet means that, yes he wants to tell her but also because he doesnt really know what you are yet.
"I don't hate you, I never did."
"Then why did you make my life a living hell?"
"Because — it was fun to see you riled up, enthusiastic."
"It was just a game to you?"
"You've never been just anything to me, you've been everything."
His words take all the air out of your chest, rendering you truly speechless. His vulnerable words shocking and you don't know what to say. All of his feelings out in the open — eagerly awaiting your response.
"You were that annoying and obnoxiously loud kid in class who always pissed me off." You say flatly, Beomgyu raising a brow at your sudden and harsh words.
"I pour my heart out to you and you say all that? Geez tell me how you really feel." He says lightheartedly with a small smile trying to lighten the tense mood.
'You were easy to hate." The words falling out of your lips quieter, more timid than you intended, he picked up on that.
"Were?"
"Shut up."
Beomgyu's face lights up with a cheesing grin, poking at your shoulder, amused by your embarrassment.
"No you said were — past tense."
"Oh my god do you shut up —" Your quickly cut off by his lips pressing against yours, his hand cupping your jaw, deepening the kiss. Only pulling breaking when you him gently, resting your hand on his shoulder.
"I was talking." You say unamused, Beomgyu however found his hilarious, only adding to the situation.
"I know."
He leans in to try and kiss you again, only for you to flick him, his dramatic reaction pulling a small smile from you.
"Beomgyu." You say hesitantly, still unsure of what this is — almost sensing it he quickly cuts off any thoughts.
"We don't need to talk about this all at once, as long as we are on the same page."
"And that page is?"
"That you're undeniably, irrecoverably —" Beomgyu's hand rests back ontop her cheek, pressing a kiss to her temple before pulling back, a stupid grin on his face " — obsessed with me."
"You're stupid." You reply instantly, not able to shake the amused smile on your face.
✷ Thinking of Jungsu as both your secretary and your obedient boy.
⚠ Adult content, BDSM, Jungsu submissive, unprotected sex, implied age difference (Jungsu is younger).
Most of the office had already gone home, only Jungsu and another colleague were finishing up their things to leave.
“Jungsu? Aren’t you going home? It’s already late, you should get some rest. You’ve been doing so many extra hours lately,” his coworker said beside him as she wrapped up the last tasks. “That woman must be draining your energy.” She was referring to you.
"Hã? Estou bem!", disse ele, ainda concentrado em algumas planilhas no computador, um pouco nervoso com a menção. "Só vou terminar mais algumas coisas e já vou." Ele mentiu.
His coworker only murmured a “alright! See you tomorrow,” before leaving the office in a hurry.
Jungsu sighed tiredly, throwing his head back against the leather of the swivel chair, massaging his eyes beneath his glasses. Lying like that so shamelessly had already become a habit.
Saying he would have lunch somewhere else, working overtime, taking too long in the bathroom during breaks. And coincidentally, you also disappeared at all those moments.
You and your heels walking around the company made everyone a little nervous with your presence, being the owner of such a large business gave you the image of a somewhat arrogant woman, but Jungsu liked that about you, and you knew it. From the moment you hired him months ago; you knew. His gaze slid slowly down your legs covered by black stockings, swallowing hard when he saw your red heels. You noticed every look and didn’t hide it when you looked back at him as well.
Jungsu felt foolish, perverted, like scum. How could he desire his own boss like that? Who probably saw him as a silly boy just starting his professional life, besides the fact that it was wrong! Your relationship should be strictly professional.
But he let himself fall. And so did you.
He stood up from the chair, observing the empty office, looking ahead to your room that still had its lights on in the middle of the darkness and emptiness of the office. He checked the last messages exchanged with you, the last one from an hour ago.
“Come to my office after work hours, emergency meeting!”
He hadn’t replied to the message, but he would go. He did everything for you, after all.
He walked to your solid wooden door, taking a deep breath before entering, anxious, biting his lips as his body heated with expectation. He opened it without knocking, you already knew he would come anyway.
He walked in quietly, closing the door behind him as he looked at you. You didn’t lift your eyes from what you were doing on the computer, your gaze focused, your button-up shirt slightly tight, emphasizing the curve of your breasts.
He bit his lips, anxious, waiting for you to look at him and say anything, or give any order.
You smiled slightly to the side without taking your eyes off the computer.
“Jungsu… May I know why you’re here at this hour? You should be home already, darling,” you said cynically, your soft, feigned voice making him squirm, his hands sweating behind his back.
“Y-you called me…” he whispered. You finally looked at him, a playful look flashing through your sharp eyes, amused by his nervousness.
“Yes, I called you. Why didn’t you answer my message?” you said, still pretending softness, leaning away from the table while still sitting in your chair, letting him see your red heels that left him defenseless and completely aroused.
“I-I’m sorry…” he said nervously, looking away toward the huge window, where the city below was still busy.
“I’m not feeling very forgiving tonight.” You crossed your legs in a smooth gesture, your arms resting on each side of the chair. “Come here.” The order was dry, authoritative.
Jungsu obeyed quickly, eyes low, walking slowly toward you, standing in front of you while staring at the floor, at your red pumps.
“Kneel.” You ordered again, Jungsu feeling anxiety take over, already knowing what was coming. He lowered himself, kneeling, his hands on his own thighs trying to wipe the sweat. “Good boy…” You smiled and leaned forward, holding his chin with both hands, making him look at you. You rubbed your fingers over his soft lips, biting your own as you wished to ruin him.
“Ma’am…” he breathed against your finger, pleading for you. You smiled as you leaned back again in the leather chair, your eye contact burning.
“Do you remember our safeword?” you ask.
“Yes… red,” he says softly.
“Very good…” you praise, lifting your right foot slowly to his white button-up shirt. You traced the tip of your heel across his chest, making him gasp, his hands anxious on his thighs. You continued upward to his left shoulder, finally pressing the tip of the heel there, making him moan. You smiled in amusement at his reactions, pressing the heel harder in other spots that made him weak, gasping from both pain and pleasure mixing. He knew he would be covered in marks.
“I know you like them…” you whispered, referring to the red heels. “Do you want to touch?” You asked, dragging the heel up his neck, watching him swallow.
“Yes… Please…” he panted, hands trembling.
“You may.” You finally allowed, watching an anxious Jungsu hold your calf gently, he didn’t even wait for further permission before leaning in and placing a series of kisses from your calf up to the beginning of your thigh.
You bit your lip, shifting under the touch of his lips, his needy sighs and moans, his tongue on your thigh.
You smiled before gently pulling your leg away and seeing the desperation in his eyes, making you smile again. You leaned forward, your hands reaching for his tie.
“I love this tie on you… makes you look so fuckable.” You said teasingly as you pulled it, making Jungsu move forward with a surprised gasp. Your faces close, sharing the same uneven breath, you leaned in and kissed him hungrily, still gripping his black tie while you kissed him roughly, loosening it and keeping it with you before starting to undo his white shirt.
Your tongues met, Jungsu desperate, wanting everything from you while avoiding using his hands, he knew touching you without permission meant punishment, and he wanted to be good for you.
You kept kissing him, lowering the shirt off his shoulders after undoing all the buttons, your hands caressing his defined chest, making you moan into the kiss. You dragged your nails across it, making him break the kiss from the sudden pain, your nails leaving red trails on his chest. His lips still brushed yours, both of you panting, his furrowed brows making you bite his lips one last time before pulling away, making him chase your lips again.
You rose from the chair, leaving Jungsu face-to-face with your black pencil skirt. You still held his neck, his black tie hanging from one of your hands.
He looked up at you with pleading eyes, wanting relief. He felt bolder, resting his head against your thigh, rubbing his cheek there like a needy cat, making you chuckle softly while stroking his flushed cheek.
“I want you to sit in the chair now.” You ordered again, and he complied quickly, removing the white shirt still hanging from his arms and tossing it aside before sitting back in your leather chair, relaxed, wearing only his glasses, pants, and belt.
“Touch yourself for me. I want to see how you look when you fall apart thinking of me. Can you do that?” You asked, walking toward him slowly, his tie still in your hands, making him even more nervous.
“Yes…” he whispered, licking his lips, his right hand hesitantly undoing his belt. He unbuttoned and unzipped, the bulge there revealing how hard he was, making you lick your lips in desire.
He only lowered his underwear enough to free his hard, wet cock. You both gasped softly, Jungsu from the relief of release from the tight pants, and you from satisfaction at seeing him like that.
He bit his lips before starting to stroke himself, his hand moving up and down his wet length. He threw his head back, his glasses slightly crooked and fogged from all the tension in the room, a loud moan escaping his lips.
“Does it feel good? Is that how you do it when you think of me? Tell me…” You leaned in and kissed his cheek, slow and sensual, his eyes closed, his mouth panting.
He cried out, hand speeding.
“Y-yes— God— yes—”
he blurted out, his hand moving faster, making him moan even more desperately.
“You’re so loud…” you giggled, leaning closer to watch his reactions up close.
He tried to hold his moans back, but everything was too much for him, your gaze on him, the sting on his chest and shoulders from your heels and nails.
“Seems I’ll have to shut you up.” You whispered into his ear. “Open your mouth.” Jungsu paused for a second, breathless, then opened his eyes before opening his mouth slowly, looking into yours. You gathered his tie, bunching it up in your hands before stuffing it into his mouth. He gasped in surprise, trembling, his hand speeding up. “You liked that…” It wasn’t a question.
His moans were now muffled by the tie, becoming wet with his saliva soaking the fabric.
Jungsu couldn't hold it anymore. You watched him with so much hunger, and the tie in his mouth was the last straw. He came in his own hand as his legs trembled, his muffled moans growing higher, his head thrown back, his release spilling onto his abdomen and a bit onto his pants.
He opened his eyes to find you taking off your own clothes, making him sigh, the tie in his mouth beginning to lightly ache his jaw.
You got completely naked before helping him remove his pants, which he kicked off, wanting to be free.
You were already needy, too, seeking relief as you sat on his lap with one leg on each side, still not taking him inside you yet, just sliding over him softly, making Jungsu whine from sensitivity after his recent orgasm.
You leaned into his neck, leaving hickeys and bites, while one hand slid up and pulled the tie from his mouth, tossing it somewhere without caring. He sighed in relief, unsure if he could touch you, so he rested his hands gently on your thigh without moving them, waiting for your next order.
You finally lifted your hips a bit, aligning him with your pulsing pussy, then sank down slowly, letting him fill you, both of you gasping in relief, Jungsu from sensitivity.
“Hm… You’re so good, I want to destroy you,” you murmured, rolling your hips on his cock, face-to-face with his pretty, pleasure-twisted expression. You sped up, watching his thighs tremble under you, his moans spilling out, his hands gripping your waist.
He couldn’t keep up.
“I—I can’t— I just came—” he panted.
“You can… You only gave me one. I want the next one inside me.” You grabbed his face and said harshly against his lips before giving light slaps to his cheek.
Jungsu closed his eyes again, open-mouthed as his moans spilled freely, pleasure and sensitivity overwhelming him.
“More… harder… please…” he begged between your light smacks while you rode him hard.
You slapped him harder this time, his face tilting slightly to the side with a cut-off moan of surprise.
“Are you going to come for me, darling?” you asked, bouncing faster, your own orgasm close. He only nodded with a desperate moan, gripping your waist tightly, making you go faster, and you didn’t mind, you were already so close.
You came together, his release filling your pussy, both of you trembling against each other, your sweaty chests pressed together, panting into one another’s mouths, needy.
Jungsu let his body relax, throwing his head all the way back before removing his glasses and placing them on the table beside him, sighing tiredly.
You kissed one of the hickeys you’d left minutes earlier, smiling against his skin, still feeling him pulse inside you.
“Do you want to go to my apartment? I want to take care of you,” you murmured against his neck.
He smiled to himself with his head still thrown back, wrapping his arms softly around you.
could you please expand on this hc: female reader discovering seungmin's newly found kink which is praise kink, and it drives him so so crazy every time you say something like "you feel so good" , "i'm so wet because of you", he becomed so edged on you can't walk properly for days🤭
thank you!!
hii sweetiee, thank you for the compliments and for being the first one to ask something! <3
And yesss omg, I believe seungmin loves praise kink and body worship so much arrrhhhsgwhsh
Let's go.
Praise Kink!O.de
You hadn’t planned to discover it, his secret. But the moment it happened, everything about him changed.
A flicker in his eyes. A sharp inhale. A trembling in his thighs.
That’s when you knew.
Seungmin had a thing for praise.
He was shy about it at first, embarrassed, even. He looked down whenever you complimented him, trying to play it off, biting his lip like he could swallow the arousal building inside him. He told himself to be good, to keep it together… but his body always betrayed him.
“Seung, baby… you look so good in that outfit,” you’d say with a soft smile.
And he’d smile back, nervous, boyish. But behind that polite little laugh, his thoughts would already be unraveling.
He’d imagine your voice again, whispering in his ear as you rode him, calling him so good, telling him he makes you feel so fucking good, that he’s the only one who can make you come like that.
And tonight, that fantasy became reality.
He lay there breathless beneath you, his body hot and open to your every whim, surrendering completely. You kissed down his chest, his stomach, his thighs, dragging your mouth over his skin with open lips, slow and possessive. The room was dim, just the faint city lights pouring in through the window, painting shadows across his flushed skin.
He was beautiful. Naked. Bare in every way.
And yours.
“You’re so beautiful…” you whispered, curling your hand around his cock, slow and deliberate, watching it twitch in your grip. “So fucking pretty for me…”
That wrecked him.
A gasp escaped him, louder this time, his hips bucking slightly as your hand stroked him with slow, sinful rhythm. His cock pulsed hot and hard, and the moan he let out was desperate, almost vulnerable. And you knew. You knew.
“Hmm? You like that, don’t you, baby?” you teased, voice low and thick with lust. “You like knowing how good you look… how fucking perfect you are. You turn me on so bad I just want to ruin you.”
He whimpered, yes, whimpered, his head falling back against the pillow, eyes glazed over. The need in him was raw, hungry, almost pathetic. And it thrilled you.
“Talk to me,” you whispered, kissing just above his navel, your hand still stroking him with purpose.
He opened his eyes, dazed, dark with arousal. His voice was broken when he answered, “Y-yeah… I like it… I love it…”
“You want to be good for me, Seungmin?” you murmured, moving up slowly, trailing kisses up his body until your face hovered just inches from his. “You want to be my perfect, obedient boy?” Your hand never stopped moving on his cock, firm and slow between your bodies.
“Yes…” he breathed. “Yes, baby… please…”
His fingers clutched the sheets, knuckles white. So you pulled away just enough to make him whine softly. You took his hand, those long, beautiful fingers, and guided it between your thighs, dragging it through your soaked folds until his fingertips were coated with your arousal. Then you lifted his hand into view.
“Look what you do to me…” you whispered, holding his own fingers in front of his face, glistening. “You make me this wet just by being you.”
He groaned, his brow furrowing as he stared, entranced.
“You wanna taste?” you asked, voice wicked.
And without hesitation, he sucked his fingers into his mouth like a man starved.
“It’s all for you, baby…” you cooed, kissing his cheek as you straddled his hips. His cock brushed your dripping heat, and both of you gasped at the contact.
“I wanna make you feel good…” he whispered, voice thick and hoarse.
“Yeah? Can I use your pretty cock how I want? Can I have you all to myself?”
You hovered over him, teasing him at your entrance.
“Y-yes… yes, please…”
His hands gripped your hips, helping you align him with your slick entrance. You sank down on him slowly, taking every inch, tight and warm around him. The moment he was fully inside you, both of you moaned, loud, helpless.
You braced your hands on his chest and began to ride him, smooth and hard, bouncing on his cock as his hands gripped your waist like it was the only thing tethering him to earth. Your eyes locked the entire time.
“You make me feel so fucking good,” you moaned, barely able to get the words out between gasps. Your body moved with rhythm, your walls clenching around him, watching the way his mouth hung open, his breath stuttering.
“I—I want you to cum first… please,” he gasped, bucking up into you. “Please, baby… I want to feel you lose it on me…”
You groaned, speeding up your movements. “You’re gonna make me cum so hard for you, Seung… I’m so close, cum with me…”
He couldn’t take it anymore. His orgasm ripped through him in thick, hot waves as he spilled deep inside you, moaning your name like a prayer.
And you followed, tightening around him, shaking, falling forward against his chest as he held you through it, rolling his hips gently to drag every last drop from you both.
Time slowed. The room was silent but for your shared panting, your sweaty bodies tangled together. His cock still throbbed softly inside you.
“You’re so good…” you murmured against his chest, kissing along his collarbone. “You really do love that, don’t you?”
He chuckled weakly, breathless, eyes still closed. “Yeah… I regret not telling you sooner.”
“You never have to hide anything from me,” you said softly, and when he finally opened his eyes, he smiled at you, sweet, disarmed, still glowing.
I confess I was nervous working on this one, I hope you like it <3
Wooyoung knew that you and his roommate weren’t exclusive. While you weren’t seeing anyone else for the time being, his roommate would occasionally hook up with other girls every so often. Wooyoung asked you multiple times why you didn’t decide to do the same, and you would always tell him that it was because you didn’t find anyone else that appealing yet.
What you didn’t know was that Wooyoung kept asking you that question because he wanted to ask you out, but he couldn’t figure out exactly how to phrase it. Were you open to actually dating, or were you only looking for casual relationships like the one you had with his roommate? No matter how hard he tried to figure it out, he couldn’t, so Wooyoung just decided to keep his mouth shut because he didn’t want to lose his friendship with you.
There was one thing about your relationship with his roommate that bugged him though, and that was the fact that he could hear you both whenever you hooked up. You were both pretty loud, and everything that he could hear turned him the fuck on— and he was ashamed to say that he beat himself off a couple times when he heard your melodious moans and sighs through the thin walls of his apartment.
One morning, he woke up to hear the two of you giggling in his roommate’s bedroom. His eyebrow twitched with slight irritation the louder your giggling got. He wanted to be the one to make you laugh like that. He wanted to hear that laugh while you laid in his arms and hugged him close so early in the morning. Was that too much to ask?
Begrudgingly, Wooyoung got out of bed to get started with his day. He trudged to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and stared mindlessly into the fridge. He didn’t know what to eat, so he just left the fridge open and continued to stare at the contents inside as his roommate entered the kitchen.
“Hey, if you’re not going to grab anything, close the fridge,” he lectured before closing the door in front of Wooyoung’s face.
“I was trying to figure out what to eat,” Wooyoung responded as he frowned.
“Well, don’t waste electricity.”
Wooyoung turned and faced his roommate, only to see that he was dressed and ready to head out. He looked at him, his face the epitome of a question mark.
“Where are you going this early in the morning?”
“I got a breakfast date. I’ll see ya later.”
With that, Wooyoung’s roommate left the apartment, leaving Wooyoung slightly flabbergasted. How could he just leave you here to go on a date with someone else? It felt wrong, but he wasn’t the one in an open relationship with you, so who was he to judge? Wooyoung turned back to the fridge and finally settled on grabbing a couple of fruits from the fridge and making himself a fruit salad.
He was peeling oranges when you sauntered into the area. You stifled a yawn and greeted him.
“Morning, Wooyoung,” you said sleepily.
“Morning…”
Wooyoung was still focused on the oranges when you sat in the bar stool at the end of the kitchen island. When you sat down, he finally looked up at you, and he immediately smirked as he popped an orange slice into his mouth.
“Did you sleep in my shirt? That’s hot,” Wooyoung said as soon as he laid eyes on you.
“Oh, yeah, sorry I borrowed— Sorry, did you just say “that’s hot”?” you stopped mid sentence as soon as Wooyoung’s words fully processed in your head.
“I mean, yeah. You usually wear Yunho’s shirts whenever you spend the night. The fact that you’re wearing mine… You look really hot, Y/N.”
Your face went red. You avoided eye contact with him and tugged at the hem of his shirt. You could barely let out a weak thank you, making the other man laugh at your reaction.
“You can’t take a compliment, Y/N?”
You kept your gaze on your lap as you shook your head. Wooyoung looked at you a little more closely, his heart skipping a beat as he suddenly felt a surge of courage course through his body. He wiped his hands on the kitchen towel and approached you. He held the bottom of your shirt, immediately making you snap your eyes to him.
“When are you going to give me my shirt back, then?” Wooyoung asked.
“Uh, I d-don’t— Sh-should I wash it first?” you stuttered.
“I don’t know… I kind of want my shirt back now.”
You blinked a couple of times, your brain unable to process what you were hearing. The words then flew out of your mind when he tugged your— his— shirt upwards slowly. You stared at him with wide eyes as he maintained eye contact with you, his intentions (finally) extremely clear to you.
“Is that okay?” Wooyoung asked. “Can I have my shirt back now?”
Gulping, you nodded. Wooyoung pulled the shirt off, revealing your bare breasts and leaving you in nothing but your panties. He let the shirt fall to the ground and immediately cupped your breasts, a soft exhale leaving your lungs as he massaged your breasts. You uttered profanities under your breath the more Wooyoung kneaded. He leaned in close to you, his lips teasing yours. You tilted your head and tried to kiss him, but he moved away right as your lips brushed his, making you whine slightly.
“You sure about that, Y/N?” Wooyoung asked teasingly. “You sure you want to cross this line with me?”
“Nngh, can you please just kiss me?” you complained.
“I want verbal confirmation from you, Y/N.”
“Yes, Wooyoung. I want to cross this line with you.”
Wooyoung smirked. He finally connected his lips to yours, electricity running through your body. You moaned and ran your fingers through his hair as you deepened the kisses, the man leaning into you to the point where you almost fell off the stool.
“Wait,” he whispered breathlessly as he moved his hands from your breasts to your waist.
He lifted you so that you were sitting on the kitchen countertop before smashing his lips against yours. He kissed you hungrily, his hands gripping your thighs and waist repeatedly as he restlessly made out with you.
“Fuck, Wooyoung!” you sighed as he trailed his kisses down your neck, his hand moving up to massage your breast again.
Wooyoung couldn’t even be bothered to respond— he was so focused on devouring and marking every part of you because he had been wanting this for God knows how long. With one hand on your breast, the other went into your panties, his fingers stroking your cunt roughly, impatiently. You could barely support yourself on the kitchen island, so you clung to him instead, your hands gripping his shoulders.
You whimpered and whined when Wooyoung moved away from you. He completely removed his sweatpants, revealing his red, throbbing cock raring to go before quickly pulling your panties off. You licked your lips and reached for him, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him close to you. Wooyoung smiled slyly before kissing you, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth as he rubbed his cock along your entrance. Your legs quivered every time the tip of his cock brushed against your clit, tingles spreading through your stomach the more he rubbed. While you loved the feeling, you needed more.
Luckily, Wooyoung was losing his patience as well. When he deemed you wet enough, he moved away from you so he could slide his cock inside you, making you press your hands flat on the countertop to support yourself. You moaned softly when you felt him enter you, the tingles only getting stronger. You leaned your head back and felt your mind start to empty out as Wooyoung began rutting into you. He moved one of your legs so that it was resting on his shoulder, giving him better access to your cunt.
“Fuck,” you heard him hiss, the sound of the profanity leaving his lips making every cell in your body react to him. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”
You bit your lip and nodded, a whine leaving your lungs as you agreed with him. You had never heard your cunt sound quite like it did in that moment, squelching with every thrust from the man before you. You leaned back onto the counter top and moaned, your eyes fluttering close and filling the darkness with sparkles. You really were so close. You brought your hand in between your legs and rubbed your clit as Wooyoung focused on keeping his steady pace, the power of his hips only getting stronger. His hands went from your waist to your thighs so he could pull you close to him every time his hips moved. The added stimulation was just enough for you to push him away and let out a loud cry as you squirted onto the countertop, your arousal dripping off the edge and to the floor.
“F-Fuck, Wooyoung!” you cried as you creamed around his cock when he re-entered you, your legs trembling uncontrollably. He let go of your thigh, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist, and his hands moved to your breasts to grip them tightly as his thrusts got faster. “ Yes, yes! J-Just like that!”
Wooyoung was grunting, high-pitched whines leaving him every so often as his thrusts got more sporadic. He was truly losing his mind— when you clenched your walls around his cock, he was pretty much ready to cum, but he didn’t want to stop, not when the friction between his cock and your cunt was filling him with insurmountable pleasure.
Yet, he was fucked when you pushed yourself up and quickly held onto him before smashing your lips against his. It certainly did not help that you were rolling your body towards him, changing his angle ever so slightly. As you kissed him, you took his lower lip in between your teeth and bit down lightly, completely breaking Wooyoung. He quickly held your waist and pulled you close as he thrust rapidly into you before cumming, the man moaning against your lips. He had actually tried to pull out before cumming, but you clenched your walls again, stopping him midway through. He came inside you, his cock shuddering as his seed spurt inside you.
“Ah… Fuck,” you moaned as your pleasure slowly died down. “That was so good…”
“Shit,” Wooyoung hissed as he pressed his head into your shoulder. “I came inside…”
“That’s okay, Wooyoung,” you responded as you ran your fingers through his hair. “I don’t mind at all.”
“You sure?”
“With you, I’m always sure.”
Wooyoung let out a low exhale as he pulled out of you, his cum seeping out of your cunt and mixing with your arousal before dripping onto the ground. He was completely enamored with the way your red cunt was leaking white, his fingers spreading your lips open to let the rest of him drip out.
“Wooyoung, you’re making a mess,” you muttered with slight embarrassment as you tried to close your legs.
“My kitchen, my problem,” he replied immediately.
“Still…”
Wooyoung couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction. He ended up stopping, allowing you to close your legs and shed your embarrassment. When you slipped off the kitchen countertop and tried to situate yourself though, Wooyoung pinned you in place, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he leaned into you.
“Where are you going? I’m not finished with you yet.”
It was the kind of quiet Saturday afternoon that felt stolen; soft golden light slanting through the blinds, the distant hum of the city muted to a whisper. You were draped across the couch, your head pillowed on Nicholas's thigh, scrolling aimlessly while his fingers absently traced patterns along your shoulder. Some show droned in the background, forgotten by you.
Then a video popped up on your feed that piques your interest. A girl setting up her phone, the caption reading: "testing my bf to see if he melts into the kiss."
A slow grin spread across your face.
You sat up abruptly, and Nicholas jolted, his hand falling away from your shoulder. He blinked at you, wary. That look — the one that said he knew exactly what was coming.
"What are you planning?" he quizzed, already half-sighing.
You didn't answer. You just grabbed his wrist and tugged him off the couch, leading him into the kitchen like you were sneaking him past security. He stumbled after you, amused despite himself.
You positioned him near the counter, his back to the fridge, feet planted. He stood there like he'd been posed for a sculpture class, hands loose at his sides, watching you with raised brows as you pulled out your phone, set it on the counter, and angled the camera just right before you pressed the record button.
You stepped back and lifted his arms above his head. He didn't drop them, but his eyes narrowed.
"Are you going to tell me what this is, or should I start guessing?"
"Patience, my love," you hummed.
You stepped into the space between his arms — into his space. Your palms slid up his chest, slow, deliberate. You could feel the steady thud of his heartbeat through the fabric, a steady rhythm that quickened as your fingers dragged higher. His breath caught, barely, but you caught it.
You looped your arms around his neck, pulling him down just slightly, aligning your lips with his.
And then you kissed him.
Soft at first. Testing. A question pressed against his mouth.
But his answer came instantly. His hands dropped from above his head to your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt as he pulled you flush against him. The kiss deepened, hungrier now, his lips parting against yours, his fingers curling into your sides like he was afraid you'd pull away.
You broke it after a few seconds, breath warm between you.
He didn't let go. His mouth found yours again. Quick, needy, a soft press. Then another. His grip tightened.
You laughed against his lips, pulling back just far enough to meet his eyes. Your grin was wicked.
"Good to know."
He looked dazed, his gaze locked on your mouth like he was memorising the shape of it. "Mind telling me what that was about?"
His thumb traced a slow circle against your hip. Lazy. Possessive. The kind of motion that said his mind had already wandered far past this moment.
"There's a trend going around," you said, your voice lower now, your lips still close enough that every word brushed his skin. "People kiss their partners to see if they melt into it. I wanted to test you."
He glanced at the camera, then back at you. A slow smile crept across his face.
"Safe to say you're completely whipped," you added, your grin sharpening.
He pinched your waist lightly, but his eyes never left yours. The air between you felt thicker now, charged with something unspoken.
"Turn the camera off," he murmured, his voice dropping to something rough and low. His hand slid up your spine, pressing you closer, until there was no space left between your bodies. "I'll show you whipped."
Lacey’s note // hope this is close to what anon requested above! This is a little oneshot to tide yall over for tomoz night when I drop SECRETS THROUGH PASSAGEWAYS — you can read here and get tagged if you want just ask! Anyway pls enjoy and have a good Friday tomoz! Xx
The award was sitting on the hotel desk, catching the lamplight.
Neither of you were looking at it.
Jake had you spread out across the king bed, your black lace slip dress rucked up around your waist, and he was between your thighs with his suit jacket long discarded, his white dress shirt untucked and half unbuttoned.
This had started three months ago. A late night in a practice room, stress and proximity and some quiet mutual agreement that had never quite been spoken aloud. Stress relief, you’d both said. Convenient. Just between us.
What neither of you had said was I think about you constantly. You were both very carefully not saying that.
What Jake was currently saying, murmured against your inner thigh, was: “Perfect. You’re so perfect. Look at you.”
“You say that every time.”
“Because it’s true every time.” He looked up at you from between your thighs with those warm, devastating eyes. “She’s begging for me, baby. You see that? Look how wet your pretty cunt is. Look how much she wants it.”
The filth of it in that gentle, earnest voice wrecked you every single time.
“Jake.”
“Mm.” He turned back to you like a man entirely at peace with where he was. His tongue moved slow and thorough along your folds and he made a quiet, involuntary sound against you — like you tasted godly and he simply couldn’t help it.
He’d made you come once already tonight.
The first had been fast — his fingers while you were still in your dress, your back against the hotel room door barely thirty seconds after it closed. Sharp and urgent, his low warm voice talking you through every second of it while you shook against him.
Now he was building the second, and he was taking his time.
But he was also — you noticed — grinding slow against the edge of the mattress. His hips rolling in a restless, barely-conscious rhythm, his cock pressed to the firm edge of the bed, seeking friction while his entire focus stayed trained on you. Like he was so consumed by your pussy that his body had taken matters into its own hands.
It was the most flattering thing you’d ever witnessed.
“Jake.” You tugged his hair. “Are you — are you humping the bed?”
He didn’t have the decency to look embarrassed. He looked up at you with dark eyes and said simply, “You’re dripping on my tongue, baby. What do you want from me.”
You opened your mouth. Closed it.
He went back to work.
His tongue worked your clit in slow, deliberate circles, two fingers pushing into your hole and curling deep, and you forgot entirely what you’d been about to say. Your thighs tightened around his head and he groaned against your cunt, that helpless muffled sound, his hips still rolling lazily against the mattress edge.
“Close,” you gasped. “Jake — close—”
“Yeah,” he breathed against your folds. “Yeah, give it to me.” His fingers curled harder. His lips sealed around your clit and sucked and something shifted — something built sharper and higher than before and you barely had time to register it before it crashed through you different than the first, your body seizing, a rush of warmth, your thighs clamping around his face and Jake made a sound that could only be described as grateful as he drank down everything you gave him, his mouth working through every wave, his fingers slowing but not leaving your hole.
When you came back to yourself the sheets beneath you were soaked and Jake was pressing reverent, dazed kisses to your inner thighs, his chin slick, his eyes completely blown.
“Was that—” you started.
“Yeah.” His voice was rough. He looked like he’d just had a spiritual experience. “Yeah, that was.” He pressed another kiss to your thigh. Then he looked up at you with that warm, slightly demolished expression. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“You’re the one who—”
“I know.” He dragged a hand through his hair. “I know. I don’t care. Come here.”
He kissed you slow and deep and you tasted yourself on his lips and felt nothing even adjacent to embarrassment about it. His hips settled between yours and you felt him hard and wanting then he shifted back.
“Not yet,” he murmured, more to himself than you.
He wrapped a hand around himself and you watched — propped on your elbows as he stroked himself slow, his jaw tight, eyes on your pussy like he couldn’t look anywhere else. Your cunt still clenching around nothing, still dripping onto the sheets.
“Jake—”
“Just the tip,” he said quietly. “Want to feel you. Just for a second.”
He pushed just the head of his cock into your hole — barely, just enough — and groaned so low it was almost silent. Then he stroked himself the rest of the way, his fist working fast now, his thumb pressed just inside your entrance feeling his own pulse, and when he came he pushed slightly deeper so it spilled inside you his whole body shuddering, forehead dropping to your knee.
“God.” His breathing was wrecked. “God, look at that.”
He was looking at your cunt. His cum just barely tucked inside your hole.
“Push it out,” he said softly.
“Jake—”
“Baby.” He looked up at you. Warm eyes. Completely serious. “Push it out for me.”
You did. And before it could go anywhere his mouth was there — he devoured it, messy and thorough and making sounds against your pussy that made your fingers twist in his hair, licking your folds clean and then pressing back inside your hole with his tongue like he was looking for more, like he wanted every last trace of it.
“Jake,” you gasped. “Jake—”
He surfaced looking entirely too satisfied. He kissed your inner thigh. Then he looked up at you from between your legs and said with complete sincerity: “She’s still begging for me.”
You stared at the ceiling.
“You’re insane,” you told him.
“You taste insane,” he said agreeably, and then he was building the third.
This one he took apart slowly. Methodically. His tongue on your clit while two fingers worked your hole open, then three, his free hand pressed flat on your lower stomach. He murmured against your folds — good girl and she’s so pretty when she’s dripping — the praise was doing as much as his mouth was.
Your wetness was everywhere. He was obsessed with it. Every time you clenched around his fingers he made a whimpering sound against your cunt like you were the one doing something to him and maybe that was the most devastating part of all of this — Jake, golden and warm and effortlessly charming, completely undone and whimpering against your pussy like a man with no dignity and zero desire to recover it.
“Close again,” you managed. “Jake, I’m—”
“Stay with me.” His fingers curled. “Stay right there, baby, come on.”
“I can’t—”
“You can.” He sealed his mouth over your clit and the fingers inside your hole pressed up and your back left the bed completely.
It hit you like a wave breaking — your whole body seizing, your cunt clenching hard around his fingers, and then the rush — more than before, even more than before — and Jake made a sound against your folds that was nothing short of reverent as he pressed his mouth fully against you and drank. Like a man dying of thirst. Like you were something he’d been waiting for. His tongue worked through every pulse, catching your wetness, fingers still buried in your clenching hole, not stopping until you were pulling his hair and shaking and calling his name in pieces.
He pressed one last, slow kiss to your cunt.
Then he was moving up your body, and his eyes were dark and warm and completely wrecked, and he kissed you so deep you felt it in your spine.
“Hi,” he said quietly.
“Hi,” you managed.
He smiled. Then his hips settled between yours and he pushed inside you fully — that long, slow, aching slide — and both of you went still.
He always did this. Held there for a moment, jaw tight, eyes closed, like you undid him just from this.
“Every time,” he breathed. “Every single time you feel like—” He stopped. Pressed his lips to your temple. Started to move.
Long and deep and steady, his face at your neck, your dress still bunched at your waist, his shirt hanging open. His hand slid between you to where your clit was swollen and oversensitive and you whimpered.
“One more,” he murmured. “You’ve got one more.”
“Jake I genuinely cannot—”
“You can. You always can.” Still warm, even now. Still him, underneath all of it. “My girl. Stay with me.”
His pace built, his control unraveling degree by degree, and his fingers on your clit were relentless and his cock was hitting somewhere deep that made your vision blur and you heard yourself making sounds you didn’t recognize.
“Think about you all the time,” he breathed against your neck. “All the time, baby. Can’t stop.”
“Jake—”
“I know.” Like you’d said something you hadn’t. Like he was answering the thing neither of you had said out loud yet. “Me too.”
The fourth one didn’t so much arrive as detonate. Your cunt clenched around him so hard he groaned and his rhythm stuttered and then he was pressing deep — as deep as he could go — and spilling inside you with your name in his mouth and his forehead against yours and his hand still cupped soft against your pussy like he was holding all of you together.
For a long time neither of you moved.
His weight settled half onto you. His fingers found yours on the sheets and laced between them without comment. His breathing slowed. The lamplight caught the award on the desk.
Then he shifted, and you knew before it happened.
“Jake—” You laughed weakly. “You really don’t have to—”
“I want to.” He kissed below your navel. Then lower. “Let me.”
His mouth found your cunt again — soft and slow, cleaning you up, his tongue pressing into your hole after what he’d left inside you, making those quiet reverent sounds against your folds like you were his favorite thing. Like you’d always been his favorite thing.
You stared at the ceiling with your fingers in his soft brown hair.
We are so far past stress relief.
He looked up at you from between your thighs. Warm eyes. Slick mouth. The most gentle, devastating expression.
