Crossed the line - choi beomgyu
♡ pairing: boyfriend beomgyu x f!reader
♡ genre: fluff, smut
♡ wc: 3.4k
♡ warnings: inaccurate game details lmao, implied break up (?) they will always get back don’t worry, dom!beomgyu, sub!reader, unprotected sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, a bit of degradation, aftercare
Being in a relationship with Beomgyu feels like riding a thrilling, but fun roller coaster. With his playful behavior, you are often hurt by his actions, although he didn’t mean to make it too far, sometimes it does cross your line and ends up with your relationship being broken off.
And just like endless times, it has happened before, you will end up getting back with him.
“Choi Beomgyu! That was the document for my assignment! And I don’t have the copy for it!” you scold him, your tone goes higher than your usual one, catching the attention of others around you. The librarian then shushes you, pointing to the ‘be quiet’ sign. You mouthed out a sorry before looking at Beomgyu again.
Beomgyu eyes you for one second, pushing his chair to the back, before getting up and running away with his sly smile. You sit in disbelief for ten seconds, too stunned to speak a word. Did he think your assignment was a joke? How dare he spill his coffee on your assignment? You eye your assignment paper that turns brown at the way the coffee leaks until the very last page, taking out some tissue to clean up the desk before any librarian spots the mess Beomgyu made.
Ignoring him, you hurriedly reach out for your phone, contacting your groupmates to ask if they have any copy of the document. Luckily, Enn has one saved on her laptop, nagging at you since she had printed it out and giving it to you, just waiting for you to submit it by sending it to your lecturer’s office before its due on this Friday. You apologise to her, promising that you will print it again, and that you would pay for it entirely without splitting with the groupmates.
“Great, now I have to print out an entire 136 pages again that would probably cost two dinners,” you mutter to yourself, downloading the file sent by Enn, making sure you have the copy of it sent to your email as well.
Just as you made eye contact with Beomgyu who is hiding behind the shelf about five meters from you, you just know you are going to get your revenge this time.
“Babe, I’m sorry, don’t ignore me,” Beomgyu says as he trails you from behind, with his cute pout like a lost puppy. You are currently walking to your shared apartment after your classes ended for today. You walk straight, do not bother to look his way. Determine to give him the coldest shoulder ever.
“Y/n, baby, I have been apologising for two hours now. Come on, you’re not that mad at me, right? Your friend has the copy for it I heard,’’ he continues rambling his words even when you guys are now at the door of your apartment. You click the passcode in, opening the door and switching on the lights. You step into your living room, hanging your jacket on the hatstand. You look at the clock on the wall, initiating it is already 6 in the evening, too tired to go out to grab dinner so you settle to just have ramen tonight. You also notice how quiet Beomgyu has become, his lips pouting as he takes a seat on the couch, staring at you.
He’s very cute, you think to yourself, before you let the reality sink in. No no, he just did the most terrible thing in the world today. You are not gonna let his puppy eyes fool you again. You clears your throat before speaking up, “I am not speaking to you. We are over.”
“Again?!” Beomgyu shouts. God, he is so annoying sometimes. Always yelling like you are ten feet apart from him. You glare at him before walking to your bedroom, slamming the door before you hear him groaning inaudible things.
Today is a Wednesday. That means, Beomgyu has full classes today, and you don’t have one until after noon. You wake up early today, the house completely silent, seeing Beomgyu’s favourite shoes to wear daily not on the doorstep, meaning he has gone to the university. You smirk, rolling your sleeves up to carry out your revenge plan today.
You carefully walk in tiptoe to his gaming room, his favourite place in your apartment. You huff seeing a few empty cola cans on the table, most likely accompanying him during his gaming yesterday. Pieces of chips scattered on the floor not to your surprise. You decide to clean up the mess first, sweeping the floor and throwing out the cans before wiping the table with a clean damp cloth.
“Such a little nuisance,” you breathe out after finally sitting on his gaming chair. It’s a little high for you, but you couldn’t find how the seat adjuster works, so you end up sitting with your neck high as you turn the PC on. You giggle at the way League of Legends comes up to the screen, revealing his Diamond I level. You log in to the game, upset a bit at the way it requires teammates to play with.
But no, you are not gonna give up when you have come this far, so you pull out your phone, finding a Discord server specially made for LOL players. You randomly invite a few online people to play with, and luckily they accept your friend request. As you enter the battleground, you randomly click on the mouse, sometimes too bored to even move so you let the character die on its own. You try to understand the hype Beomgyu has for this game, but you still could not understand. You yawn a bit, already having enough of the game.
After several rounds of playing, you notice Beomgyu’s rank drops from Diamond I to Diamond IV. You plan on dropping his level a bit more but you only have one more hour to get ready for your class, so you logged out of the game, shutting down the pc and stretching before standing up. “Ouch, that was a sick posture.”
Closing the door of his gaming room, you smirk again thinking how furious he would be after finding out his rank dropped. “Huh, two can play this game.”
That evening, Beomgyu turns on his PC, completely unaware that you have sneaked in earlier that morning. He fixes the way the glasses sit on top of his nose, while waiting for the game to turn on. Later when he got into the game, his eyes widened at the way his rank dropped. his hand urgently moves the cursor to check his match history, finding a few match hours earlier.
Unable to control his frustration, Beomgyu stands up and finds you in the kitchen, preparing ingredients for dinner. You are in your loose T-shirt, one that is technically his, that you stole from him, around two months ago. Your hair is in low bun, your side bangs slightly gets into your face as you chop some chicken filet, choosing to make chicken alfredo for your dinner tonight.
“Do you need to confess something?” Beomgyu starts, standing on the opposite of the counter you are in front of. Your brows raise a bit before you continue your chopping, “No.”
“Y/n! Did you play LOL using my account?’’ he starts to whine. “The rank would not even drop that bad with few losses, just how bad were you?”
You scoff, surprised that he even needs to mention how bad a player you are. “I don’t know, Gyu. Maybe ask yourself to take people’s things seriously just like you take your game seriously,” you sarcastically respond, taking a clean bowl from the cabinet and transferring the minced chicken into it. You turn your back against him, facing the stove and checking whether the pasta you put to boil earlier has cooked. As you make sure that the spaghetti has already al dente, you turn off the stove, preparing to toss the water. Before you know it, Beomgyu is behind you, pressing himself to your back.
“You think it’s funny to do that to me,” he whispers, and slightly chuckles when he notices you grow flustered when he turns you around to face him. “So petty. Always want to get back at me.”
His fingers trace along your neckline before he inches closer and crushing his lips onto yours. The kiss is filled with desire, the tempo too fast for you, and like it has always been, Beomgyu is the one in lead as you struggle to keep up with him. When you stumble a bit from his kisses, Beomgyu then moves his hands from the back of your neck to your waist, catching you to help you be stable again.
You two share a heated make out session, your hand now gripping his shirt tight. He pulls away for a second, breathing heavily against your face before he pulls you up onto the counter. Once you are seated, he impatiently strips you out of his T-shirt that you have been wearing, tossing it down on the kitchen’s floor before aiming straight to your soft spot on your neck. His free hand makes its way to your breast, squeezing it softly through your cotton bra. He starts trailing kisses, forming a line from your neck to your chest, sucking off gently before biting, surely replacing marks that have disappeared from the last time he marked you. You whimper his name lowly, eyelids drooping slightly at the way he knows all your weaknesses.
“Take this off for me,” Beomgyu says, tugging on your bra strap, a bit annoyed at the way your little cloth is on his way.
“No,” you said sternly, your eyes widen again as you get back into your senses. “We broke up, remember?”
“I don’t remember agreeing,” he replies, his hand reaching for your back, unclasping your bra himself. You are now bare in front of him and he continues to pepper kisses to your chest, sucking on your nipple for a bit. You hold your moans in, focusing on the way his hand then creeps to your shorts, pulling them off your legs along with your panty.
“So wet already,” he mumbles and you let out a little moan when his finger comes into contact with your pussy. He plays with your clit for a bit before pushing a finger into you. Your grip on his shirt grows tighter and you start whimpering when he adds another finger, fingering you in the scissoring method.
“So tight for me,” Beomgyu says in a whisper, his lips pressing a kiss on your forehead. You let him finger you for a bit, knowing he always needs to prepare you for his cock later. A few seconds pass and you could feel you are close to cum so you desperately holds onto his wrist, begging him to not stop there. As much as Beomgyu loves hearing you beg for him, he finds it more amusing to stop there, pulling his finger out denying your orgasm.
“No, why would you do that…” you whine, your hips moving for more stimulation but Beomgyu holds you in place. He watches as your eyes swell up with tears and gives you a small sinister smile. “What? You wanna come from your ex boyfriend’s fucking you with his fingers?”
“Please, Gyu,” you beg again, giving him a pout, gaining hope at the way he closes the gap between you two. He kisses you again, his finger playing with your pussy, thrusting three fingers in and out this time and you moan on his kisses, the sound muffled through his mouth. Just at the time you feel yourself clenching so hard on his fingers indicating your orgasm, he pulls out again, denying you for the second time. You break from the kiss, frustrated with his menace. The tears fall to your cheek and Beomgyu kisses it away as you sob while telling him, “I want you.”
“Trust me baby, I want you so bad too,” he pauses, kissing your nose that turns red at the way you cry, “but I think you have to apologise first, princess.”
“I did nothing wrong.” You are determined to not give in, after all, you just give it back to him. He started it first.
“So you wouldn’t mind if I leave you here right now?” he teasingly rubs your clit, you bit your lips at how good it feels to have the stimulation again. “Good luck on handling that alone then.”
“No,” you hurriedly stop him, holding onto his shoulders like your life depended on it. “I need you, Gyu. I want you to fuck me.”
“You want me to fuck you after messing with my rank?” he asks, his tone so degrading and mean. You are so engrossed with regret at how Beomgyu is treating you right now that you find yourself crying harder when his finger holds your chin to meet his eye.
“Aww, don’t cry right now, you should have thought of the consequences before doing something, hmm?” His grip on your chin tightens and you plead after knowing that there is no way to escape from his punishment now that he’s started.
“I’m sorry…” you murmurs, the word choked out from you is not enough to satisfy Beomgyu yet so he commands you to say it again. “Properly. Word by word. And I want you to clarify what you did wrong.”
“I turned your PC on this morning—and I played using your account,” you pause, seeing Beomgyu nod in response. His hand now moves on top of your head, caressing your hair softly while waiting for you to continue.
“I am sorry, for playing using your account and being bad at it,” you say and hear his hum. “Keep going.”
“I am sorry for drop–dropping your rank,” you manage to spurt out in tears, leaning on his shoulder as you catch your breath. Beomgyu rubs your back, pleased with your answer and he starts pressing a few kisses on your forehead. “Good. Now tell me what you want.”
“Gyu, please. I need you inside me right now. I want you to make me cum until I regret even touching your PC this morning,” you beg, your voice intertwined with whines that makes Beomgyu hitches, pulling off his sweatpants, rubbing his length against your slit to gather your wetness.
“I hope you know you have crossed the line when you mess with my game. Oh, and you should be careful of what you wish for, baby.” He lines up before your entrance before pushing in, your hand flying to catch his shoulder as you moan at the stretch. He starts gently, making sure you are not hurt by his girth. His hand is now placed on your waist, holding you close to him as your skins meet, creating loud and lewd noises.
“Fuck, you are so wet,” he pulls his cock out, moaning at the way your juice coat around his length before he pushes in his entire length again in your pussy just in one thrust.
“Look at how pathetic your pussy is. Sucking me right in. So greedy to be filled with, you don’t even care that I am your ex now,” he teases, still displeased with the way you said you were over with him yesterday. Your body jerks forward with how his hips plow into you at a fast pace and so you cry out his name.
“You like that, you whore?” He groans at the way his balls slapping your cunt, your desperate moans filling up his ears like music to him. You repeatedly say the word please, begging but he bet you don’t even know what you are begging for when he’s fucking you this good.
“Answer me, princess. Or you don’t get to cum,” he threatens, pulling your hair a bit too tight that you feel your tears in your eyes as he makes you look at him right in his eye.
“Yes, you feel so good, Gyu. Please, please! I need to cum!” you plead for his mercy, feeling your orgasm building up again. Beomgyu chuckles with a choked moan as his thrust goes deeper when you wrap your legs around his waist. “Won’t let me go, won’t you?”
You are unable to hear him as you move your hip to meet his thrust, attempting to chase your release. He grips onto your back tighter as he begins pounding into you with no mercy.
“That’s it princess,” he whispers, feeling your clench on him become tighter as you are now very close. “Come all over my cock.”
With his coos, you reach your release, panting heavily at how good it feels to finally come. Your hips are now shaking, and you whine out as you notice the way Beomgyu did not slow down for even a little when you are orgasming. Your hands desperately finding something to hold on to at the way he is overstimulating you, settling onto his shirt to clutch, the fabric on his chest to be exact.
“Too much,” you hiccup out, feeling very sensitive at the way your pussy clenches around his still hard length. Beomgyu seems fucked out as well, and you swear you are glad he still maintains that way around you when he is abusing your pussy, proving that he is enjoying this too.
“I don’t want to hear any complaints now that I have granted your wish to cum,” he says, not slowing his pace. “I won’t stop until you forget even your name.”
Without doing much, you come undone on him again, weakly chanting out his name as you grow weak under his touch on your nipple. He then sucks on your neck, you respond by squirming under him and moaning loudly, not caring if the neighbour would complain about your noise.
His thrust doesn’t falter a bit, the steady pace of his dick going in and out of you, not even when you reach your third orgasm of the night, your pussy practically choking his dick. “Ah, ah,” he groans, seeing stars at how your walls grip on his cock painfully, yet delicious.
You don’t even say anything now, muttering inaudible words at the overstimulation. Your cheek is wet with tears by now, you silently pray that Beomgyu will come soon so it will all be over. A few thrusts later, you feel him twitching before his hot cum spurts into you along with his gasp at the stinging sensation.
As he comes down from his high, his hand wipes your tears and he chuckles at the way your bun is now a mess, an aftermath of what he tugs on earlier. “You okay, princess?”
Your legs feel numb at this point, thankful that he had choose to fuck on the counter or else you might just fall down on the floor. “Yeah,” you answer, “That was intense.”
“You did so good for me,” he doesn’t forget to give you praises, his gentle touch massaging your body to ease up any ache. “Next time, don’t do that again, ‘kay?”
You don’t reply, focusing on catching your breath. You guys stay like that for a while, hugging him while Beomgyu kisses random spots on your face before he excuses himself to get a damp cloth to clean you up.
A few minutes later, he comes back, with a clean T-shirt of his on his hand and a new panty for you to change into. You let him clean you up, adoring his afterglow and how his hair sticks on his forehead due to sweat. He engulfs you in a warm hug after putting on the T-shirt on you, mentally adoring how cute you look in his tee.
“The pasta, I still need to make the sauce,” you say, Beomgyu promising to help you out for dinner when you insist on cooking it even after he offers to order anything from the restaurant. After all, you know it’s his favourite dish of yours.
The next day, you woke up a little later than Beomgyu. You find him already gone out of the bed, realising it’s Thursday, meaning that he must have gone to his weekly gym session. You smile as you notice him leaving you a small post-it, under it are thick sheets of paper. As you check its content, you are touched after realising it’s your assignment.
Morning, princess. I have printed this out for you, no need to pay me!
Sorry for ruining your assignment, I hope you forgive your boyfriend <3
this was a roller coaster of emotion lmao
