beomiracles

[beomiracles]

Hi I’m your secret admirer :) this will be super random but your writing is literally perfect. I don’t know how you do it but you carry moablr on your back. How like do you come up with the most unique and interesting concepts?? Honestly, you’re kind of my idol and I don’t think I can find words to describe how much I love your writing. It’s not just your writing, your personality is also too cool. I seriously admire you. I’m sorry if this bad english is not my first language but I just wanted to say this even though I fully can’t articulate it.

With love, secret admirer :)

oh my god i’ve read this ask about ten times now and im still in disbelief >< interesting and cool concepts?? you really think so?? :D im always worried my writing is a little repetitive if im honest… and sometimes it feels like my concepts may be a little random and too “out there” but this means so much to hear truly!!

i’m your idol?? :((( wait hold on i’m seriously tearing up, i’ve already been emotional over this ask all morning you have no idea

and you think my personality is cool…? >< omg that means so much to hear, i’m always worried im being too much on here — i mean you guys follow me for the fics not my yapping lol :>

this is the sweetest and most heartfelt thing i’ve read in a while, you made my day so much better i cannot thank you enough ><

i love you <33

[beomiracles]

shsksnsks on that note— beomgyu w grillz trying to fuck you properly, but you're so freaking wet for him, he keeps slipping out oop–

atp he's so frustrated and downright degrading you for being such a whore and making a MESS simply bcs he's got grillz

i knooow his patience would be wearing thin bcs trust, his hands WILL be finding their way to your love handles and you swear he's never gripped you and held you down like this before

and when he finally gets the angle and pace right to not let it slip out and he starts pistoning into you??

girl all the best, good luck trying to walk for another week

(he makes me crazy i swearrr) this cb will end me

as always, sedate me :)

oh my dear days… oh my dear…

ANYWAY LETS GET RIGHT TO IT

beomgyu’s pissed, like actually pissed. and he’s never like that during sex, it’s always the fun teasing and lighthearted — gently nips to your earlobe and slow kisses.

not tonight, his frustration is reaching a boiling point, one hand firm on your hips as he tries to keep you still. “stop moving”, he barks — the command only making you squirm all the more.

you’re actually embarrassingly wet, to the point where you wondered if it could be a medical condition — the cause? those shiny fucking pearls in your boyfriends mouth.

you’d insisted he kept them in after audibly gasping when you’d first seen them during the music video shoot. and you didn’t regret a single thing, especially with the way he was so roughly manhandling you right now.

his cock had slid out at least a dozen times now, unable to get any sort of grip on your dripping cunt.

“jesus fuck you’re such a useless whore” he spits, the hand on your hip gripping you firmer, “can’t even take fucking cock because you’re so wet.”

the sound of his voice is like nothing you’d ever heard on him before, sharp and filled with menace. it didn’t help that the grillz gave him an almost unnoticeable lisp, one that made you throb.

you gasp when his hands make their way to your love handles, sinking into your skin as he forces you down on his cock with one harsh thrust.

he doesn’t wait for you to say something, to even as much as get a breath in before he starts plowing into you, still pinning you down to the mattress. “fucking stay there” he snarls against the side of your face, teeth clashing against your own when he kisses you roughly.

[beomiracles]

and then— what might be my last thought for today :) literally just pure filth

pussy drunk tyun or hyuka w reader who happens to be so sensitive that day. fuck, they love when you get like this — when you're already freaking fluttering around their tip as they push in, only to feel your walls quivering and gripping their length so fucking tight byeeee

stoppp these are the days you truly bring out their hard service dom who loves to overstimulate– and you're being so loud too, they can't get enough

i'm sorry, but i can already hear them groaning and releasing the hottest moans bcs they love making their girl feel good and it's telling by the way you'd be gushing around them, making a mess of yourselves and the sheets—

don't even get me started on if the members where right outside, but they dc bcs you're being so damn needy, they can't bring themselves to leave you by yourself like this 🫠

i think it's time for me to stfu actually

(sedate me)

(gosh, if it's not yeonjun wrecking me, it's taehyun i swearrrr)

actually this scenario applies to every txt member what am i even talking aboutt

FOUL FOUL FOUL.

like imagine you’re begging and pleading for them to stop, but you don’t actually mean it lol, cmon now. AND THEY KNOW IT TOO. large hand pushing you down by the hips as they tease your cunt with the tip of their cock.

“thought you wanted this?” they’ll drawl, voice low and raspy — mocking almost, “can’t you take it?”

overstimulates the FUCK out of you, giving you little to no breaks in between orgasms — tongue, fingers, dick, it don’t matter, if you cum they’re content, kudos if you squirt.

but they’re also really sweet?? those moments right before your climax, it’s all praise and encouragement — “i know you can do it — you’re so good for me” or “one more, you’ll give me one more won’t you, sweet girl?”

ah yes.. ☕️

BUT ALSO. the part where you mentioned the other members… you freaky fuck oh my god. that gets them going, ESPECIALLY kai, idc what yall wanna say that man is a freak and we’re all sleeping on him as a dom.

anyhow they’ll go even faster if they hear movement outside, urging you to make those pretty sounds — all they want is to turn their hyungs green with envy, and they’re doing a pretty damn good job at it.

[beomiracles]

secondly, i was thinking ab long distance bf/s txt. he comes to visit you after months of not seeing you. of course, you face timed your boyfriend every day, but nothing could ever compare to being wrapped in his arms and spending your full days with him.

he's just so freaking happy to see you and you look so so good, he finds it hard to keep his hands off of you. he's trying to NOT be a man, to not let his mind (or his hands) wander too much — he just wants to listen to you rant about all the dates you were gonna go on and whatever else you had in mind for him whilst he'd be staying there

but ma'am, how the hell is he able to focus when you're practically in his lap, purring in his ear about how much you've missed him, trailing sloppy little kisses down his throat whilst your hands tangle in his hair??

our boy is struggling, but nevertheless, like the gentleman he is, he just wraps his arms around your waist and hugs you to him, allowing you to yap away

it's his unlucky day tho, because he's looking a little too good manspreading on your couch and humming so prettily to every little thing you're saying. it comes to an abrupt stop when you lean down to whisper in his ear –

"i need you so bad– missed having you inside me"

lmaoo fuck being a gentleman then 🫠

(you know i'm thinking of soob & hyuka i caaaan't)

(i'd actually torture them the minute they walked through my door hahahahaha)

WAIT I HEARRRR YOU

that built up tension after being long distance for so long?? #needthat #onme

anyway you said sookai but lowkey im feeling soogyu,, nonetheless i feel like this applies to all members cause they horny freaks

like just imagine you’re finally in their arms again, strong hands roaming your body — gently settling on the curve of your hips as they allow you to talk and talk, going on about the things you want to do with them, listening intently with a grin on their face and eyes filled with adoration.

obviously you don’t miss the way their eyes flicker lower, even when your conversation is as innocent as a picnics date. nor do you miss the way they subtly bite their lip, fingers squeezing your hips just a little to tight as they shift under you — a futile attempt at hiding how worked up they were.

you draw it out, of course — because why wouldn’t you? going on about details you didn’t even care for, side tracking onto other stories and topics that didn’t even seem to interest either of you in the slightest.

but in the end it’s all worth it when you see your boyfriend practically choking on his own spit as he tries to feign nonchalance.

your voice is sickly sweet when you lean down, your breath hot against the shell of their ear. “i need you so bad— i missed have you inside of me”

his cock jumps in his pants, and he practically whines as he flips you over onto the couch. sloppy and needy kisses are pressed all over your chest, his hand already down your shorts, “what the fuck, you could’ve said that from the start”

[beomiracles]

ok sis, buckle uppp. idk if you write vamp/abo BUT i had a thought. it's winter in the southern hemisphere rn, (but i'm thinking ab the readers in the northern hemisphere) so this is set in summer for y'all! 😗

– so whichever (member) of your choice moves to your town, particularly down the street / as your next door neighbour. and gosh—the minute y'all meet he can't find it within himself to stay away from you, caving at every invitation into your home. you're simply under the impression that you've gained a really handsome neighbour who you'd really like to get to know better.

— but it's your scent that draws him in: sickeningly sweet and it drives him absolutely insane. he battles with keeping his composure every single time he finds himelf in your space

because, gosh, he swears he can't stop licking at the roof of his mouth as that same tantalizing mixture of syrupy-sweet yumminess and sweat bounces off of you and— he short circuits...

is that arousal?

HOEEEEEE I LOVE THIS

I know you said abo as well, but im a vampire girl at heart so I must go with that. BUT YES. I love love love the carnal craving vampires have for humans — and if your blood is particularly sweet? lordlordlord.

for this im lowkey feeling yeonjun?? he gives handsome next door neighbour with a secret and twisted motive... he practically prowls your apartment day and night, because as we know, vampires cannot enter a home without being invited inside first.

and when you finally, very coincidentally bump into one another in the elevator one afternoon, he makes his move. yeonjun's sweet, easily charming you with the bat of his long lashes and a smirk that hints at something else.

you mistake his kindness for friendliness, he was new in town after all — he must be longing to strike connections.

but now that you've allowed him inside there's no saying when he will or won't show up. late at night, when you’re sound asleep — the creak of a window goes unnoticed.

he’s there, lingering in the shadows — watching with intent as your chest moves with every steady breath you take, the sound of your heartbeat thumping in his ears.

this doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to get to know you during the days, no no, yeonjun shows up when you least expect him to. carrying groceries for you, scrunching his nose at the stench of human food. he helps you fix a broken pipe once, the other time he fixes your sofa.

yeonjun is a good vampire

for the most part

it’s harder when you’re alone, when he has no distractions. you’re talking, mouth moving absentmindedly as you gesture with your hands. and yeonjun is supposed to listen — he always does.

but then he hears your blood rush as you get to a particularly embarrassing part of your story, your neck flushing with blood in a way that makes yeonjun’s eyes sparkle.

his tongue prods at the roof of his mouth, fangs aching to be let free — to have just one taste.

for so long he’s done so good, holding himself back — never allowing himself too close. but for everyday his restraint is worn down, thinned out to a frayed line that you had the power to snap if you just wanted to.

the worst part? you don’t even seem to know it.

yeonjun thinks that if he can just get you a little closer, a little more trusting — then he’ll show you what’s been under your nose all along

[beomiracles]

IM GON HAVE CARPET BURN ON MY PUSSY,, STOP RUNNING ME OVER

i know i know i know i'm spamming you Serene, but beomgyu with grillz?!?!?!? HELLO WHY AM I ONLY SEEING THIS NOW? 💥💥💥

(i've been so locked in at uni these past two weeks actually, be proud of me)

@beomiracles

i'm (s)creamjn fuckkkkk—

[beomiracles]

fuck this fucking shit i’m getting a face dermal

tears streaming down my face because my belly piercing is rejecting a third time, i don’t even care how dramatic i sound ive been trying so fucking hard to get this piercing to stay and it just won’t

i’ve been staring at it crying for the past twenty minutes now, i’m grieving it already

[beomiracles]

tears streaming down my face because my belly piercing is rejecting a third time, i don’t even care how dramatic i sound ive been trying so fucking hard to get this piercing to stay and it just won’t

i’ve been staring at it crying for the past twenty minutes now, i’m grieving it already

[beomiracles]

end of an era (though very short)

𝖡𝖤𝖮𝖬𝖨𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖫𝖤𝖲 𝖲𝖴𝖬𝖬𝖤𝖱 𝖢𝖮𝖫𝖫𝖤𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 ꒰ 🥥 ꒱ؘ ࿐

A short collection of summer-themed txt drabbles to make up for how dry this summer has been (no pun intended). Let's all be wetter together, tomorrow ! These drabbles are all going to end up around 2-3k words + with smut.

⋮ 🧺 ⋮ This is just a fun little thing to get me back into writing with a more light hearted approach,, a few of my friends and I thought it would be cute to do something similar to encourage each other to write together (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

» @biteyoubiteme, @heesmiles & @hyukascampfire !

⤷ ゛hope you guys enjoy ˎˊ˗

연준 SQUEAKY CLEAN | read here Yeonjun didn't know what to expect when he pulled into the makeshift carwash on your driveway. But $20 was not something easily passed up, especially not when they include you in a mini bikini. chaebol!yeonjun x car washer reader (f)

휴닝카이 BOTTOMS UP | read here Dragged to the crowded nightclub by his friends, this was the last place Kai wants to spend his birthday. But when you show up, a bottle of champagne in your hand — there's no way he can say no to a sip. birthday boy!kai x bottle girl!reader (f)

수빈 WELL, I GOT HERE FIRST | read here A last minute booking ends you up in an airbnb... already occupied. Thankfully Soobin doesn't mind sharing his holiday with you, the only problem? It's a one bed accommodation. confused airbnb customer!soobin x equally confused!reader (f)

범규 POOL BOY | read here The guy by the pool won't stop checking you out during your stay at the hotel. One late night swim makes you wonder if you should just pull him in the water with you to give him a taste of his own medicine. summer fling!beomgyu x reader (f)

태현 TOTALLY TOWED | read here When your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, there's nothing you can do but pray someone comes by to save your day. Luckily for you, Kang Taehyun knows a thing our two about cars, and women. mechanic!taehyun x damsel in distress reader (f)

regular taglist applies as always ! @liaatiny @izzyy-stuff @1-800-jewon @hyunelixbun @lunesdesire @n0-thisispatrick @lickingan0rchid @tyunderella @fancypeacepersona @hyunj00 @hwang-choon @soohashits @xylatox @lilbrorufr @blossommi @beestvng @minji-willstay @sunoolver @sooberryworld @moonieja @bamgeutori

[beomiracles]

it really is over chat... me and cam been working side by side you guys have no idea, literally started reminiscing about us doing kinktober last year it was so much fun and im so motivated to write rn ><

✶ biteyoubiteme's summer collection ✶

a random collection of drabbles put together to get me out of a bit of a writing slump >< last year I did a more summer themed event similar to this one and these should be just as short and sweet <333

✶ this is done with @beomiracles @hyukascampfire @heesmiles <33 we are just having fun trying to get each other to write a bit more :p ignore how off summer theme i am lmao-

연준 something new wc: 6.2k bestman!yeonjun x maidofhonor!reader the one where you are the maid of honor at your best friend's wedding and have to spend too much time with the best man.

수빈 candy floss 3.2K dentist!soobin x fem!reader the one where you love to tease your dentist.

범규 full throttle 3.4k beomgyu x fem!reader the one where you meet a stranger at a bar.

태현 red flag 3.3k bullrider!taehyun x fem!reader the one where you're tasked to write an article about a sport you know nothing about.

휴닝카이 press play 3.6k hueningkai x fem!reader the one where you finally convinced your boyfriend to film a sextape with you.

taglist 🏷: want to be added to the taglist? check out my rules to see how to join! want to be taken off the taglist? send an ask! @taegyutomorrow @izzyy-stuff , @felixleftchickennugget @filmsbyun @bts-txt-ateez @apeachty @dawngyu @heesmiles @hyukascampfire @bamgyuuuri @xylatox @lickingan0rchid @no1likemybbgcharlie @demidelulu @boba-beom @beomiracles was the main inspo for this whole post's layout check her out ><

[beomiracles]

i hate you so much

all because of my silly little April fools joke

[beomiracles]

𝖳𝖮𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖫𝖸 𝖳𝖮𝖶𝖤𝖣 태현

When your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere, there's nothing you can do but pray someone comes by to save your day. Luckily for you, Kang Taehyun knows a thing our two about cars, and women.

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

mechanic!taehyun x damsel in distress reader (f) 𐔌 💋 𐦯 explicit content, bimbo!reader (kinda), taehyun knows a lot about car and is sexy. dom!taehyung & sub!reader, reader is lowk a lil pervy, fingering, unprotected sex + pullout, kissing, kinda very public sex but no one sees...

彡 wc 3.5k

This was just your luck. 

Your car is broken, no like actually broken. A thick layer of smoke reeks from the front of it, the foul smell making your nose wrinkle in disgust. The vehicle refuses to operate forward and you're left standing on the side of the vacant road like an idiot. With your hand on your hips you peer down at the chunk of metal before you. The shiny red paint glares back at you, and you send it a mocking grimace. 

“Stupid piece of junk!” 

The point of your heel jams into the front bumper in an attempt to relieve your anger. But it only backfires and you hiss in pain as you hobble backward one leg. “Fuck”, you groan whilst clutching your throbbing foot with your hands. 

At this point you’re practically boiling with frustration. At your wits end you walk back toward your still open car door, fishing out the sparkly purse from the passenger seat as you rummage around for your phone. 

“This is going to cost me half a fortune…” You murmur as you tap in your passcode, acrylic nails slamming harshly against the screen. The search for a service firm proves futile as you’re met with a ‘no service’ indicator. — “You have got to be joking?” Fingers curling around the phone, you resist the urge to just throw it right into the forest waiting either side of you. Stranded on the side of the road with no way to call for help, great. 

Then, as if the world could not have made its ill intent toward you any clearer, the sky opens up and rain begins pouring down. It’s cold, the lack of winds making the water fall heavy on your head rather than whipping your face. 

You weren’t one to cry, especially not over things like these, given you were used to shit going south. So today shouldn’t even have come as a surprise, but as you stand all alone — with no service and not as much as a single car in sight, you begin to lose hope. The first tear slides down your cheek, smudging your mascara as you blink away the rain droplets that clung to your lashes. 

With a small shiver you wrap your arms around yourself, and just as you’re about to head back into your car — a noise from down the road catches your attention. You turn on your heel, squinting through the downpour, you can make out headlights in the distance. Oh my god you don’t think you’d ever felt this relieved before. 

Giving a dramatic wave of your hand, you try and grab the attention of whoever was behind the wheel. Thankfully they seem to have noticed you and the large pick-up comes to a stop by the side of the road. You swallow as the door to the driver’s seat opens, arms wrapping a little tighter around yourself as your heart pounds in your chest — for all you knew you could’ve attracted a serial killer just about now. 

But the man who climbs out of the truck doesn’t look at all like a convicted felon, thank god. In fact he might just be the opposite. Weaning baggy navy jeans, held together by a leather belt that sat snug around his waist — your eyes shamelessly trail over his broad chest, the white t-shirt clinging to his frame as the cotton quickly soaks up the rain. 

He approaches you with long and determined strides, and you blink as you realize you would have to explain your downright embarrassing situation to him. 

The sound of his heavy shoes echo against the road, each step drumming in your ears. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a small silver bracelet hanging delicately from his wrist. You swallow, berating yourself for getting so distracted when there was a serious problem before you — but god, the solution might just be even bigger. 

Snap out of it. You shake your head, clearing your throat when he comes to a stop before you. His musky cologne invades your senses, mixing with the fresh rainfall. You inhale, lips parting as you fumble for words. 

“Car trouble?” He asks, his voice a low drawl as his dark eyes flicker over your shoulder and to your car, still stubbornly passing smoke from underneath its hood. You nod, a sheepish expression creeping onto your face, “Yeah… I don’t know what’s wrong.” 

Truth to be told, you knew absolutely nothing about cars, aside from where to fill gas and how to flick on the windshield wipers. So to say that you were lost, would be a grave understatement. 

The man nods, already moving past you to approach the vehicle. “I’ll have a look”, he says, though pausing as he turns to you, “If you’ll let me, of course.” 

Jesus fuck he has got to stop talking to you in that voice, or else that car won’t be the only thing malfunctioning. You stammer at his question, dumbfoundedly nodding, “Please do… I hardly even know how to get the damned thing open”, you say as you motion toward the car hood. 

He chuckles, the laugh refreshing to hear in your bleak predicament. “Don’t worry about it”, he huffs, “There should be a small lever for you to pull just by the door of the driver’s seat.”

You rush to follow his instructions, squatting down by said door, you become acutely aware of the ridiculously short skirt you had thrown on today. Oh screw it, he seemed like a gentleman, was probably too busy mulling over how much of an idiot you were to even pay attention to your choice of outfit. 

Your eyes scan for the lever for a moment, finally finding it as you reach out to wrap your fingers around it. When pulled down, the car makes a small panging noise which makes you panic for a moment. You stand back up just in time to see the man lift the hood of the car. Your eyes might have lingered on the way his arms bulged just slightly under the white t-shirt as he fixed the hood in place. 

Get a grip, you think to yourself as you carefully step beside him.Peering down at the engine compartment, you’re met with a maze of confusion labels, symbols and constructions you had never even seen before. It felt as though you were actively losing brain cells trying to figure out where one thing ended and another began. 

The man to your left, on the other hand, seems completely in his element as he leans forward to get a closer look. “You seem to know your cars”, you murmur in a half-hearted attempt at lightening the mood. The man hums, the corner of his lip twitching as his gaze fixes intently on something. 

“I’ve had my fair share of projects”, he then says. 

You nod, rocking back and forth on your heels as you try to ignore the rain that wouldn’t seem to ease up. “So what’s your verdict then?” You ask, glancing down toward a small box where the smoke seemed to be coming from. 

The man pauses for a moment, his attention lingering on the smoke for a moment. “Well you won’t be driving this thing home today, I can tell you that much.” 

“You’re kidding?” You groan, dragging a frustrated hand down your face, not caring for how your makeup looked at this point. The man chuckles as he reads your expression, arms folded across his chest as he regards you for a moment. — “You think it’s funny but there’s no service out here”, you mutter as you straighten out your soaked skirt. 

He glances around the trees surrounding you, the road seeming endless in both directions. “You don’t say”, he muses to which you suppress a groan. 

“Tell you what”, he then says, the low drawl of his voice making you turn your attention back on him, “I’ll see what I can do, why don’t you wait inside the car? You’ll catch a cold out in this weather dressed like that”, he throws a glance down your skimpily dressed body, one eyebrow raising slightly as he does. 

You flush at his remark, swallowing down the embarrassment as you nod. “I… alright.” 

It felt wrong to be seated inside the car, on a comfortable leather seat and with a roof under your head all while the poor stranger you had met a mere twenty minutes ago slaves away by the engine compartment of the vehicle. But he had made it clear that he was alright, and made no complaints as he worked. 

Your fingers tap anxiously against the steering wheel, chewing on your bottom lip as you pray whatever he was doing would somehow magically fix your car. He’d gone to retrieve tools from his pick-up truck, returning with a heavy box effortlessly carried in one hand, something that only made him look all the more appetizing in your eyes. 

By now you were sure at least fifteen minutes had passed, and for every second you spent inside the guilter you felt. 

Poking your head out of the open window, you call out to him. “Hey, you never told me your name?” 

The man looks up from where he’d been so intently meddling with something close to the battery. “Taehyun”, he says, lips pulling into a small grin. Your chest flutters strangely and you hold off on a smile as you lean back against the driver’s seat. 

Another ten minutes go by, and just as you were about to tell him to give it a rest, the hood of your car slammed shut. You jump in your seat, startled by the sudden noise and before you know it, Taehyun appears by your window. “Try starting it”, he says whilst motioning toward the key, still plugged in. 

You nod, fingers carefully reaching out to twist it. The car comes to life with a roar, taking you by sunrise as you gasp. “Oh my god, what did you do?” You turn to him, face painted with bewilderment and admiration. 

Taehyun chuckles, beckoning you to follow him outside. You eagerly comply as you climb out of the car, this time making sure to unlock the hood on your way. — He opens the engine compartment up once more, and you see no difference from how it had looked just half an hour ago, but you still follow the line of Taehyun’s hand intently. 

He begins explaining what had been the issue and how he’d resolved it — though he urged you to take the car in for repair as soon as you got back to town. You nod along to his every word, but the sound of his voice becomes background noise when your eyes fall on his chest. By now his white t-shirt was completely soaked through from the heinous weather, the fabric clinging to his muscular body like a second layer of skin. The material had become practically see through, leaving next to nothing to your wild imagination. 

You swallow, teeth subconsciously pulling your bottom lip between them as you watch the way his arms flex with every move he makes. 

Taehyun lets the hood fall back into place, pushing down on it once to make sure it stays shut before he turns to you. Quickly pulled from your trance, you blink up at him. “I– I can’t even begin to thank you enough for this I… I’ll make sure to compensate you somehow I just need to–” 

You’re cut short by Taehyun promptly shaking his head. “It’s really nothing”, he says whilst dragging his fingers through his wet hair. 

“No seriously, I want to repay you”, you insist. Taking another step forward without thinking twice, you almost miss the way his eyes immediately drop to your chest before darting back to your face. But only almost. 

“There must be something I can do.” The proposal, while not inherently dirty, still makes his throat bob when he swallows — and you’re not late to catch it. The rain is still pouring over the two of you, its sound near deafening as it drowns out the rest of the world. 

Sure you could pay him in cash as soon as you got back to town — but there was something entirely else that had been on your mind since he’d first stepped out of that truck. Your hand is light on the back of his neck, acrylics digging into his skin ever so slightly as you pull him toward you. 

You hesitate for only a moment, but when you see his gaze flicker down to your parted lips — you knew you had him right where you wanted. 

The kiss doesn’t start out slow, no, you go straight for the kill. Taehyun’s mouth crashes against your own, his strong arms immediately wrapping around your body as he pulls you flush against his chest. His tongue slides against your own, saliva mixing with the sweet taste of rain, the sloppy sounds of the kiss echoing in your ears. His body feels contrastingly hard against yours, and your free hand slides down his torso — feeling every crevice of skin through the soaked fabric of his shirt. 

You gasp when he suddenly hoists you into his big arms, practically slamming you down onto the hood of your car. The metal is cool against your naked skin, sending shivers down your spine. Legs parting on their own accord, you make space for him between them — urging him closer. 

His hands are on your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he deepens the kiss. You moan against him when his teeth capture your bottom lip, pulling it into his own mouth greedily. No words are exchanged, you’re not sure they’re even needed with the way Taehyun’s hips press against yours, hard cock straining through the damp fabric of his jeans. 

Your hands slip inside his shirt, roaming his chest — nails scraping along his defined abs as you feel him tense under you, a low groan rumbling deep in his throat as he gives your lip an almost bruising bite. 

The short skirt you wear slides up your thighs, Taehyun’s fingers hooked around the fabric as he tugs on it. You squirm under his touch, legs spreading even wider as he brushes against the hem of your panties, pulling on them as he makes them snap back against your skin. You can feel his smirk against you, and it only widens when his middle finger slides over your throbbing cunt through the thin material. 

“More”, you gasp into the kiss, nails clawing at his chest with demand. 

Taehyun, like the gentleman he is, doesn’t deny you what you want. Fingers pushing your panties to the side as his thumb circles your clit softly — every movement of his big hand is slow and deliberate. Two fingers prod at your fluttering hole, teasing you just enough to have you whine onto his tongue before he pushes them inside. 

He mutters out a curse under his breath as he feels your cunt clamp down around him. “You’re greedy”, he pants when he breaks apart from the kiss, his forehead resting against your own. You can only nod, eagerly licking your lips as you grind down onto his hand — desperate to feel more of him, all of him. 

“Not your fingers…” You gasp as your nails move from his chest to his back, digging into his skin harshly, “Want you.” 

Taehyun chuckles, soft breath caressing your hot face as he slows his pace, “Of course you do.” 

You’re about to protest and tell him to hurry the fuck up when his hand suddenly retreats from between your legs. The sound of his belt buckle being undone follows a moment later and your eyes fly straight to his jeans as he unzips them. You swallow down the saliva in your mouth, nearly drooling at the sight of him. 

Clearly not oblivious to your stare, Taehyun languidly strokes himself — hard cock already slick with arousal that makes your stomach twist into knots. “You’ve been staring at me”, he hums, groaning slightly when his hand squeezes around himself, “Bet you’ve been wanting this all along, hm?” 

You stupidly nod, not caring for how desperate you looked as your gaze trains to the flushed tip of his cock. “I do… I do…” You practically whine, pushing your hips forward in an attempt for him to finally act on both of your desires. 

The amused expression on his face only makes your cunt clench with unfulfilled want and you have to physically restrain yourself from grabbing hold of him yourself. 

Taehyun’s hand is firm on your hip as he holds you in place, the other one still wrapped around himself as he slides his cock along your puffy folds. “Patience..” He exhales with a soft grunt as he pushes inside, “Is virtue.” 

His words hardly register when you feel him where you’d been craving all along — cunt fluttering uncontrollably around him. By now you’re almost certain that you’ve left permanent marks on his back, even so, Taehyun didn’t seem to mind as he buries himself as far as your cunt would allow, cock twitching at the way your body pulls him in. 

“No kidding”, he huffs, face buried in the crook of your neck as his hips set a slow pace, “Your pussy’s practically begging for me.” His voice is that same low drawl, the one that had made you feel so utterly stupid when he was explaining car stuff to you — and this time around was no different. 

“F-Faster”, you choke, desperately trying to meet his thrusts in an attempt to satiate the burn between your legs. Sure, he was sexy and all — but you don’t think you’d survive a moment longer like this, you need more. 

Taehyun wordlessly complies, and you yelp when he pushes you down onto the hood of the car. The persistent rain hits you right in the face, making you squint as you try to focus on his face from where he hovers above you. The hand previously on your hip now rests on your stomach, holding you down as the other one keeps himself upright against the car hood. 

“You’re so demanding”, he drawls, but there’s an almost affectionate undertone to the statement — one that makes you clench around him. “That’s alright”, he then adds, “I’m happy to give you what you want.” 

His lips are on your neck, trailing a warm and wet path up your jaw before he reconnects with your own lips. The kiss is just as hungry as the last, if not more. His thrusts go from slow and teasing to fast and determined. The hand on your stomach slides lower, fingers brushing against your clit as he makes you squirm beneath him. 

“Please, please..” You gasp, pawing at his back as you struggle to stay still. You nearly whine when he stops touching you, his calloused palm grazing your naked thigh as he hooks one of your legs around his waist, automatically pulling him deeper. — “Anything you want”, he groans against your lips. 

Once he’s sure your leg will stay locked around his hips, his hand moves back to lavish your needy cunt with attention — thumb brushing over your clit as he feels you clench around his cock. Your orgasm hits less than ten seconds later, eyes screwing shut as your back arches off of the car hood. 

Your weak moans are swallowed by the kiss he gives you, tongue sliding into your mouth as he savors the way you pulsate around him. “That’s perfect”, he murmurs, his voice low and hoarse — strained with the effort of holding back as he twitches inside of you. 

You part from the kiss as he lets you regain your breath, your chest heaving with each shaky inhale and exhale you take. The rain, though still pouring down on you, feels like a distant memory by this point — all you hear and see is Taehyun, his rough yet gentle hands all over your body as he soothes you with kisses to your skin. 

“You’ll lie perfectly still for me, won’t you?” He rasps as he carefully unhooks your leg from his waist. You dumbfoundedly nod, bleary eyes searching his face when you feel him pull out of you. 

Part of you wants to prop yourself up into a sitting position, desperate to see all of him. But your limbs protest against the idea, and you remain on top of the car. — Taehyun still hovers above you, his face inches from your own, dark brows drawn together and his jaw slack as he jerks himself off. 

You watch the way his arms bulge with each stroke of his hand. His breaths come in uneven and ragged pants, eyes screwing shut as he cums all over your thighs with a strangled groan. His head drops to your shoulder, lips leaving soft kisses across your wet skin as the rain above continues to bat against your joint bodies. — After a few moments he speaks up, his voice husky against your neck, “I’ll give you a ride back home.” 

You hum, fingers still trailing along his back as you let your eyes drift closed, “Mhm… Will you stay for dinner?” 

He smirks against your shoulder, “Yeah.” 

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oh sorry me no english first language, no understand 'don't clip'

rain discovers the bliss of sub!member, live footage

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rain discovers the bliss of sub!member, live footage

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i’m serious about my beomgyu noona agenda

𝖯𝖮𝖮𝖫 𝖡𝖮𝖸 범규

The guy by the pool won't stop checking you out during your stay at the hotel. One late night swim makes you wonder if you should just pull him in the water with you to give him a taste of his own medicine.

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

summer fling!beomgyu x reader (f) 𐔌 🌊 𐦯 explicit content, major perv beomgyu, reader and gyu has questionable morals, ass grabbing, handjob, sub!beomgyu, dom!reader, very public (in a pool but its at night and its empty), reader is a little mean, reader lies about her age (nothing crazy), gyu calls her noona, kissing. not proofread!!!

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That fucking perv had been eyeing you for five days now. Five days and one hundred and twenty hours. Glued to his sunbed a few feet away from the water, he would lounge, one leg swung over the other and his head propped under his arm. A pair of sunglasses would sit low on the bridge of his nose — doing absolutely nothing to hide where his gaze lingered. 

And everyday he would be there at the exact same time as you. It was like clockwork really. In fact it had gotten to the point where you had tried to switch the times in which you went swimming simply to avoid him. 

One day you would go for a dip at 9am, thinking he would be busy by the breakfast buffet like any other normal person, but no. The next you had gone early in the afternoon, when the pool was swarmed with families, crying children and ansty teens who took up half the sunbeds. But yet again, that little freak had been there, leaning against the bar as his shaded eyes roamed your figure. 

Yesterday you had gone early in the morning, earlier than any sane person on vacation would. The entire resort had been asleep, the hotel halls quiet as you crept down with quick steps, towel wrapped around your bikini clad body. Relieved when the water was empty and the sunbeds vacant, you had slid into the pool. 

But not even ten minutes later he’d appeared, shades propped on his nose despite the fact that the sun had yet another hour to rise over the horizon. It was then it became very clear that he was there for one thing and one thing alone. 

The easy solution would be to just stop going to the pool, to let him sit his pretty ass on that sunbed alone and stare out into the void. But that would mean no more swims for you — and you’d be damned to let some strange pervert ruin your stay here. The room had cost half a fortune and you would not give up any of the inclusive benefits that came with it, especially not the large pool. 

That said, you changed things up on your sixth day. 

You wait the whole day, occupying yourself outside of the hotel resort as you did your best in avoiding him. Loads of shopping and food markets, touristing various sightseeings, snapping pictures to frame on your fridge back at home — the morning turned into afternoon which turned into early evening. 

It’s not until the sun is just about to set that you push the door of your hotel room open once more. Stumbling inside, you discard the multiple bags you’d acquired on the floor before flopping down on the soft mattress of your bed. Glancing over at the clock on the nightstand which reads, 9:21 pm, a satisfied smirk draws across your lips. This time you would be sure to avoid him. 

After lounging for another half an hour you get up. Walking over to your open suitcase, you crouch down by it as you begin rummaging for something to wear. You settle on the smallest one you own, it wasn’t like there was going to be any children there to witness your scandalous choice of wear at least. And no perv. 

You slip into the garment, twirling once in front of the mirror before grabbing a fresh towel and wrapping it around yourself. Fingers wrapped around the doorknob, your heart pounds in your chest as you peek out into the hallway. It’s desolate, all the children’s families had retired for the night and the remainder of guests seemed to be occupied in their rooms. 

The sounds of your footsteps are muted against the carpeted floors, and you hurriedly make your way to the elevator. Breathing out a sigh of relief when there was yet to be a single human in sight, you lean against the mirror as you descend down to the ground floor. 

Fuck yes, the pool is empty as well. Not as much as a soul in sight and definitely no sleazebag in sunglasses. You place the towel and your flip flops on one of the sunbeds, taking a second to appreciate the tranquility of the moment as your gaze drifts over the clear water that squelched softly in the evening breeze. 

Dipping your toes in, you find that the water is pleasantly cool. The only thing holding you back from fully basking in the moment was the fact that the pool closed at 11 pm — which left you with just under an hour to enjoy. Pushing that thought aside you hop in, the rush of water immediately filling your ears. 

The water is smooth against your warm skin, washing off the remnants of the day as you let yourself float on its surface for a moment. Then you get to swimming, doing laps back and forth in the big pool — your substitute to a work out, even on vacation. You hardly keep track, moving until your limbs ache and your breath comes in short jagged pants. 

You dive, parting the water with the help of your hands as you push yourself close to the concrete bottom as possible. There’s a certain kind of comfort in the feeling of being completely enveloped in water — almost euphoric. You easily become lost in the moment, only coming back up for air when your lungs desperately crave it. 

Then, as you surface once more — by pure chance staying up for a moment longer as you drag the water from your face, you suddenly feel it. The heavy weight of a pair of eyes. A chill creeps down your spine and you blink twice as you try to get the water droplets out of your lashes. There he is again, that same guy who’d been shamelessly eyeing you for the past week. 

He’s still wearing those ridiculous sunglasses, but you can feel his stare burning right through them. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his swimming shorts, he would always wear them, even though he hardly let himself touch the water. A t-shirt is thrown over his chest, that he would always also wear. 

He doesn’t seem bothered by the fact that you’ve caught him staring yet again. This time he hasn’t even bothered trying to hide it by occupying one of the sunbeds, instead he stands by the edge of the pool — close enough to where you could yank him in if you wanted to. 

Finally you’ve had enough and with a frustrated breath you swim toward him. “Hey, you!” Your voice is sharp, not necessarily harsh or even accusing — more so commanding. Once you reach him, you rest your arms on the pool’s ledge, chest heaving as you peer up at him. 

The guy doesn’t seem particularly flustered about you noticing him as a sly smirk spreads across his lips. His head tilts down to see you better and you catch a glimpse of his thick brows as he quirks one of them at you. 

“You’ve been hanging around here for days”, you huff, eyes flickering between his face and his clear pool attire. “Not gonna go for a swim?” You should probably be giving him an earful for his pervy bullshit, not inviting him to join you — but your mind has conjured an idea far more sinister than just a simple scolding. 

He hesitates for a moment, tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek as he surveys you and you don’t miss the way his attention lingers on your chest a little too long. With a small tsk he finally nods, “Yeah why not.” His voice is deeper than you’d expected, carrying a low almost raspy drawl that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand unpleasantly. 

You watch as he tugs his sunglasses off, pulling the t-shirt he wore over his head. It’s not by choice that your eyes immediately glue to his now naked chest — gaze roaming the his lean yet bulky figure, noticing the unmistakable curve of his biceps as he tosses the shirt to the side. Well this was certainly going to help if he was good looking. 

Before you can get as much as another word out he’s jumped in. The water gives way under him, splashing onto you with a force that makes you squint against it. 

He surfaces after a short moment, dark hair wet and slicked to his neck. He runs a hand through it, watching you with the same hungry eyes he had been all this time. Except now you see them clearly. Warm and brown, filled with intent that seems far too sinister for their nature. 

“What’s your name?” You ask, still leaning onto the edge of the pool as you lightly tread water with your legs. He sends you a mischievous grin, eyes flashing with something you couldn’t quite place as he says, “Beomgyu.” 

The corner of your lip twitches, cute. You take time to run your gaze along his arms and what little of his chest was exposed to you — all glistening wet. You’re far from oblivious to his own eyes on you, or more specifically your tits as he bites his lip. Jesus, he was like an open book. Oh well, who says you can’t have a little fun at his expense?

“Come, swim with me.” 

You don’t wait for him to reply as you take off, pushing through the water with practiced ease. Somewhere behind you he follows, not quite matching your pace even though you can tell he tries his best to keep up. “So”, you begin, flipping onto your back, eyes on him as you keep moving, “You don’t like the water? Or what’s your deal?” 

Beomgyu huffs, tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip before he replies. “Not exactly…” His voice is noticeably strained and it became clear that he hadn’t earned his physique by doing laps around the pool. Perv antics aside, he was slightly endearing to look at — almost like an eager puppy. 

With a small nod you keep going, “Then you must just really like being outside. I see you here everyday.” 

The hidden implication was pretty damn obvious, but if he catches on, he makes no move of showing it. “I suppose”, he says, brown eyes flickering over your figure yet again. 

Once you’ve reached the opposite end of the pool you allow him a break, even though you yourself could have kept going at least another three laps. The two of you lean against the ledge, chins resting on your forearms as you gaze ahead. His breaths come in short and quick next to you, the sound satisfactory to your ears. 

Turning your head slightly to look at him, you focus on the high bridge of his nose, watching as a droplet of water slid down on it. He was kind of cute. Annoying and quite frankly a pervert? Yeah, but his face made up for it. You wondered why it had taken you this long to realize that. 

“How old are you, Beomgyu?” 

The question catches him off guard, his eyes widening for a moment as he turns to you. He blinks once, lips parting for a moment before he replies, “Twenty three.” 

You hum, nodding slowly as you will your expression to stay neutral. “I see”, you then say, a subtle smile playing on your face, “I’m a year older than you.” That was a lie, you were actually a year younger — but he didn’t have to know that. 

Beomgyu immediately splutters, his cheeks turning a dusty color of pink as he averts his gaze for a moment. He mumbles a soft ‘Ah, I didn’t know’ to which you giggle. “Of course you didn’t.” 

His demeanor changes after that, the subtle hint of cockiness and nonchalance fading as he turns almost… Shy? You catch him fiddling with his hands, chewing restlessly on the inside of his cheek as his gaze darts from the water to the sunbeds to the hotel walls — anywhere but you. It pleased you greatly to see him like this, even if you barely knew the guy. It was a sick sort of payback. But you knew you could take it even further. 

The water sloshes gently when you slide closer, elbow nudging his on the ledge of the pool. Beomgyu visibly tenses next to you as he glances at you through the corner of his eye. “Do you like me?” You then ask, the question almost sensual as it rolls off lips. 

He pauses, his gaze fixed on you for a moment before he averts his attention to the concrete in front of him. “What makes you say?” He mutters, feigning nonchalance as his nails scrape at the edge of the pool — but you see right through him. He was really nothing behind those sunglasses and that cocky smile. 

“You’ve been spying on me.” 

Beomgyu coughs, his ears flaming a hot shade of pink. “Spying is a little excessive”, he grumbles, obviously embarrassed at getting so blatantly called out. 

“Alright”, you shrug, “Then let’s say you were following me.” 

He opens his mouth to protest but you beat him to it. “I mean, you think I wouldn’t notice? Come on, you’re cute and all..” You pause, eyes trailing over his chest just the way he had been doing for so many days — tongue dragging across your bottom lip. Beomgyu squirms uncomfortably under your intense gaze, his throat bobbing when he swallows. 

“You could’ve just asked for my number, I would’ve given it to you y’know.” You draw in closer, hand brushing along the expanse of his arm, relishing in the way he suppressed a shudder. “You would?” He asks, his voice suddenly quiet as he turns his head to look at you fully. 

“Mhm”, you hum as you tuck a strand of wet hair behind his ear. Beomgyu looks like he’s about to say something, mouth open in an unfinished sentence when you suddenly lean in to kiss him. Truthfully you had no clue what prompted the act, your plan had only been to rile him up a little — leave him sweating after following you around and ogling you like that. But there was something about the way he was looking at you, with big and utterly stupid eyes that just made something in you snap. 

His lips are soft against your own, stiff at first — like he hadn’t expected the kiss. But he’s quickly pulled out of his trance, tongue seeking your own out with newfound confidence as he turns his body toward you. The pool is shallow here, and you’re able to plant both feet on the concrete floor as you tug him closer. 

The water makes your bodies feel heavy yet weightless all at once, and you can feel Beomgyu’s hands on your lower back, slowly descending lower as he guts a handful of your ass. He reminded you of a horny teenager, the way he wavered between shy and overly confident — seeking approval as he gently bites your bottom lip yet taking what he wants as his fingers dig into your skin. 

You pull back from the kiss, panting for air like you had just swam another three laps. Beomgyu’s eyes are glazed over with undeniable lust, his attention on your tits, wet and glistening — bikini top glued to your skin and doing little to hide the outline of your hard nipples underneath. 

“Do you like them?” You ask, head tilted to the side as you gauge his reaction. Beomgyu’s expression immediately turns flustered, his gaze snapping up to meet yours as he stammers out a mumbled response. “I’ve seen you looking at them”, you shrug, nails dragging along the nape of his neck as you watch the way he hastily blinks. 

“You have– I mean I didn’t..” He shakes his head, the words getting stuck in his throat. 

“You’re so obvious”, you murmur, lips brushing against his when you go in for another kiss. He doesn’t hesitate as he leans forward, groaning into your mouth as he tugs you closer. You can feel the outline of his hard cock through the swim shorts he wears, pressing against your thigh with demand. 

“You know what kind of people stare at other people's bodies?” You ask between heavy breaths. Beomgyu mumbles out a quiet ‘nuh-uh’ and you smirk against his lips. “Perverts.” 

He immediately stiffens against you, hands retreating from your ass as he tries to break away from the kiss. But you only press further, pushing your tongue inside his mouth as you reach down to guide his hand back down. Beomgyu whines against you, unable to form a response. 

“I did mind at first”, you say, pulling back to look him in the eyes, “But you’re cute, so you get a pass.” Your hand caresses his chest, fingers dipping down his stomach, all the way to his hips, still submerged under water. He gasps when you cup him through his shorts, hands kneading his prominent erection slowly as you keep your gaze fixed on his expression. 

His brows scrunches into a frown, jaw slack as his grip on your ass tightens. He hasn’t told you to stop, you reckon he won't, given the way his body was so eagerly responding to your touch, hips jerking forward slightly, making the water slosh around you. 

“M’not a… pervert”, he breathlessly says, though his eyes betray him as they return to your tits. 

You chuckle, the sound causing your chest to rise and fall. “I told you I didn’t mind – you’re cute, remember?” 

Your hand slips inside the heavy fabric of his swim shorts, fingers wrapping around his cock in one swift motion, pulling a strained moan from him. “But you ought to show a little more respect for your elders.” 

Beomgyu quickly nods, dark hair falling in front of his face as he does. “Sorry…” He quietly murmurs. Your hand, previously stroking him slowly, comes to an abrupt halt as you glance at him expectantly. The subtle blush on his face only increases under your silence as his lips part, “Sorry, noona.” 

The small formality rolling off his tongue makes your cunt throb in a way it really shouldn’t and you resist the urge to squeeze your thighs together. But you keep your head high, enjoying the way he squirms under your simplest of touch, hands kneading your ass with barely contained desire as he lets you jerk him off. 

“Do you enjoy watching women when you think they don’t see you?” You drawl, a teasing edge to your voice. Beomgyu shakes his head fervently, “No… No! I… Ah—” His sentence is cut short when your wrist flicks over the tip of his cock, making it twitch against your palm. You can barely contain the giggle that builds in your chest, finding a little too much pleasure in the way he was so quickly unraveling before you. 

“No? It didn’t seem like that to me”, you say — picking up your pace ever so slightly. 

He doesn’t answer you, far too busy with trying not to choke on his own breath as he tugs you impossibly closer. You flash him a smug smirk, free hand sliding to your shoulders as you toy with the strap of your bikini top. Beomgyu’s eyes trail the movement like a hawk, his jaw slacked as he practically buzzes with excitement, cock throbbing in your hand. 

You slide the thin strap down your shoulder, letting the small piece of garment fall from your chest. Beomgyu’s gaze falls to your exposed chest, tongue sliding across his bottom lip as he drinks in the sight of your naked tits. “You’re so hot”, he murmurs, hands gripping your ass firmer as if to punctuate his statement. 

This time you can’t hold back the giggle that escapes you — the sound echoing through the desolate pool. Beomgyu’s face flushes with color, a small huff slipping from his lips as he swallows. “You think?” 

He nods, his voice raspy when he replies. “Yeah… It’s why I… I…” He trails off, unable to finish the embarrassing truth the sentence held. — “That’s why you were acting like a perv?” 

Beomgyu whines, his eyes screwing shut for a moment before he opens them again. “I’m not a perv, noona.” He tries to deny the accusations, but fails miserably as your fingers squeeze him harder. 

“It’s okay to say it, I already told you I didn’t mind.” You send him a small smile, one that makes his knees buck as he weakly thrust into your hand, his movements restrained by the water around you. — “Come on, tell me you’re a pervert and I’ll let you cum, how about that?”

Beomgyu’s eyes go wide at the proposal, his mouth opening and closing multiple times as he shakes his head. “B-But I’m no–” He chokes on a moan when you press your thumb against his slit, the sudden pressure making him go nearly cross eyed. 

When your hand shifts to a pace so slow and unbearable he finally cracks. “Fine…” He stammers, chest heaving and fingers digging into your ass with a force that would surely leave prints. “I… I am a perv, okay? I was watching you b-because I think you’re hot, noona.” 

His bottom lip trembles slightly, eyes glassy with unshed tears as he searches your face for any kind of confirmation. “Please, noona…” He rasps, the words barely making it out in the midst of his desperation. 

You don’t think you had ever been this turned on in your entire life — to think that the perv who’d been following you around these past days would be this easy to crack? You wanted to prolong the moment for as long as possible, see him writhe and moan in agony under your hand. But you find yourself giving in to his pathetic pleas, nodding quietly as you hum, “Apology accepted.” 

Beomgyu sighs, relief flooding his features as his grip on you relaxes. You feel him twitch in your hand half a second later, a strained groan ripping from his throat as he cums all over your hand — hips jerking forward. His breath is hot and jagged against your neck, lips lingering above your wet skin as his hands slide from the curve of your ass and up your back. 

“M’sorry, noona..” He hoarsely murmurs. 

You huff out a short laugh, “Come on now, I told you you were cute.”

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