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konoha-simp · 4 years ago

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pairing: brother's bestfriend!beomgyu x fem!reader

summary: beomgyu proves to you that he can do you better

warnings: implied small age gap, dry humping, fingering, breast/nipple play, beomgyu bites you like once

wc: 2.2k

a/n: sorry this took forever i rewrote it like 3 times and now i have this monstrosity

this work is nsfw! reader discretion is advised. you have been warned.

beomgyu's palms rest on your hips, your knees bent over his thighs. your clothed core presses into his denim-clad crotch. he rolls his hips into yours—rubbing his hard bulge against you. you let out a quiet whimper, moving your hips to rub yourself against him in return. your hands clutch at his shirt, pulling his upper body towards yours—lips colliding.

he groans into your mouth, aiding you in your desperate attempt to create friction, grinding his cock against you; a wet spot forming on your panties, eventually wetting through the material and reaching your shorts.

your lips move against his desperately, mirroring the movements of your lower half. beomgyu’s lips curl into a smirk, mouth opening to take your upper lip between his as your core rubs against him desperately.

he moans softly, continuing to rock his hips into you while your tongue slips between his lips and into his mouth. his tongue dances with yours, the two, wet muscles sliding against each other. your fingers clutch his shirt tightly, pulling his body impossibly closer to your own.

beomgyu draws back, head falling into the crook of your neck; eyes already having fluttered closed, he breathes heavily. hot air fans against your neck momentarily just before he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your neck, mumbling into the skin, “i can fuck you so much better than him,” his saliva-coated lips latch onto the exposed skin of your neck, sucking it harshly.

“i would absolutely obliterate your pussy.”

“want you to,” you pant, inhaling sharply to catch your breath.

“i will,” he mumbles, a smirk growing on his face once he presses his lips against yours. you move your lips against his desperately, whining into the older boy’s mouth once his hand begins to slide up your body, fingers easily slipping beneath your hoodie. he takes your nipple between his fingers, tugging it lightly.

you release his shirt, unwrapping your legs from his waist while your hand snakes around his, sliding beneath your hoodie as well; placing your hand above his. he cups your breast, your smaller hand taking hold of his and massaging your chest a few times before sliding it down between your bodies; guiding it to where you needed him the most. a smirk begins forming on his face as he allows you to continue sliding his hand down your center until it finally rests above your clothed core.

he rubs you through your shorts, your hips bucking into his palm needily to create friction before he forcefully bunches the material together before pushing them to the side along with your panties and dipping his middle finger between your folds, sliding it up and down your wet slit; experimentally slipping a finger in only to remove it immediately as a whine escapes your mouth. beomgyu presses his fingertip against your clit, rubbing light circles—your body occasionally twitching beneath him.

“you're so sensitive,” he murmurs, watching your lips part. “s’ because of soobin…”

“soobin? what were you two doing?” he hums, continuing to rub your clit—his finger occasionally moving towards your entrance and teasing you before finally pressing into your entrance and easily sliding in. he pushes it in further, his knuckles pressing into your bottom; he curls his finger upwards, your lip quivers.

a hushed moan fills his ears and he looks down at you to watch your eyes shutting tightly as he pulls his finger out slightly, thrusting it in and out while repeating his previous actions and pressing his fingertip into your walls. “fucking—on the counter,” you manage, thinking back to earlier that day and how he had cornered you—pressing his morning wood against you, riling you up until eventually his large frame caged you and the pad of his thumb was pressing circles into your clit as his length pushed through your walls; whimpering your name into your ear and panting as he grew closer to his climax.

the boy laughs as he pushes your hoodie up, “people eat there.” he places a hand over one of your breasts once again; cupping it and kneading it softly as he pulls away from you, gazing at your blissful face through half-lidded eyes before he takes your breast in his mouth, sucking on it; “i-i know! i was trying to tell him that,” you moan, voice lowering as you continue to speak.

his tongue swirls around your nipple while his finger continues moving inside of you, adding another as he takes the bud between his teeth and bites down lightly. “hm, but two guys in one day?” he asks, his eyes fluttering shut—removing his teeth from your breast and pressing open-mouthed kisses all over your chest, leaving marks occasionally.

“are you that cock-hungry? do you like it that much?”

you nod your head ‘no,’ denying it although the two of you knew that was far from the truth. you fight the urge to squeeze your eyes shut as his fingers curl from within you. you look between your bodies, watching his long fingers disappear into you with his head fixated on your chest, his mouth enveloping your nipple while toying with the other in his free hand—a whine of his name falls from your lips and your hips involuntarily buck into his hands.

you notice the veins of his forearm flexing due to his movements while his other hand moves from your chest, landing on your thigh and pressing against it; ultimately pushing it into the side of the couch and spreading your legs wider—the sight alone making you clench around his digits.

his eyes open, eyelashes batting up at you dazedly as he pulls away from your chest with glossy lips. you open your mouth to speak just as his fingers begin to move faster, your mouth hanging open while a series of whimpers begin to escape. beomgyu’s lips find themselves on yours, the muscles moving fervently; the noises that had previously been leaving your mouth now ricocheting between the two of you—a buzz-like feeling filling your mouths.

his tongue easily slips into your mouth, circling your tongue momentarily until you begin to kiss him back; your tongue tangling itself with his own. beomgyu kisses you hungrily—a muffled groan leaves his mouth, followed by a deep exhale; the hot air expelled from his nostrils tickling your upper lip. his fingers begin withdrawing from within you; a feeling of emptiness lingering.

you whine into his mouth, frowning as he pulls away again. he lowers his head into your neck, kissing the bare skin before sucking impatient marks. his head tilts to the other side, licking along the skin before biting down hard enough to leave a mark. you cry at the sudden pain, feeling it leave just as quickly as it came. “have fun explaining that to soobin,” he laughs, moving up to press his lips against yours again.

beomgyu places his fingertips at your waist, palms pressed against the sides of your hips. his lips leave yours and you find yourself being turned over, the side of your head pressing into the cushions beneath you in contrast to your hips being held in the air; your bottom pressing against beomgyu’s length. the sound of a zipper sliding fills the room.

behind you, his fingers are tugging at his jeans, pulling them down his thighs alongside his boxers just enough to free himself from the confinements; cock springing up and slapping against his abdomen as a result. the boy places his hands at your waist, his fingers curling beneath the waistband of your shorts, sliding them down and leaving them to pool at your knees as he takes his shaft into his hand, pumping it while his other hand gathers the material of your panties, pulling them to the side; your glistening core on full display just for him.

“you look so pretty like this,” he says softly.

“all spread out and ready for me to use,” beomgyu says, the tip of his cock running along your slit. “please,” you whine. “please what?”

“please use me,” you breathe. “want you to fill me up and use me however.”

he snorts, “are you sure that's what you want, princess?”

“mhm—!” you hum, nearly squealing through your closed mouth once you feel the head prodding your entrance, slowly pushing in and stretching you slightly wider than soobin had—both of you moaning out as a result. “beomgyu,” you moan, grasping onto the couch beneath you tightly as you brace yourself for the entire thing; fully allowing yourself to revel in the pleasure accompanied with the stretch of his cock as it finally entered you.

beomgyu had his bottom lip in between his teeth, his fingers digging into your skin as he bottomed out—so overwhelmed by the sudden warmth and tightness that welcomed him eagerly.

“fuck,” he groans, pulling your hips back towards his; allowing you to fully take him before pulling out slightly, moving them backwards in sync with the movement of his own.

“you’re so tight,” beomgyu hisses, his hands roughly grabbing your ass; pace gradually increasing with each and every stroke. your cheek rubs against the cushion beneath you, body jolting forward with each movement of his hips; your mouth falls open as a mewl falls from between your lips. the sound of skin slapping filling the room, your continuous whimpers mixing with beomgyu’s pants and groans.

“feels so good, beomgyu,” you mumble, words slurring as a result of your face smushed against the couch, drool threatening to spill out from the corner of your mouth while beomgyu’s thick cock continues pounding into you roughly; your mind blanking every time his length slid in and out of you.

“yeah?” he asks, laughing shortly after. “you like my cock, baby?” you nod mindlessly. “like it when i use you like my personal little cocksleeve? when i fill you up and fuck you like the slut that you are?”

you nod again, your brain entirely consumed by the pleasure you were receiving; not at all planning on refuting the name he had called you. “mhm, love—your cock so much, gyu,” you pant; a choked groan filling your ears. beomgyu lowers himself, his chest pressing up against your back as he whispers in your ear, “you can have it any time you want then, pretty girl.”

he rolls his hips against your ass harshly; your eyes rolling back involuntarily just as your jaw falls slack, a loud moan ripping from your throat. your body drops slightly, knees just barely bent now that your upper body practically lays flat against the couch. you yelp, pushing your head further into the couch while he thrusts into you roughly, his fingernails digging into the sides of your hips.

“but, i wonder what soobin would say about all of this? his little slut telling me she wants me to fuck her then taking my cock like such a good girl; going as far as saying she loves it,” he thinks aloud, feeling you clench around his cock and only quickening his pace as a result—each and every thrust hitting your g-spot. “don’t c-care!” you yelp as your legs begin to tremble and your nails dig into the cushion beneath you; whimpering as you submit to the pleasure and take everything he was giving you. “oh, you don’t care? but i thought you liked him?”

“or is it because you realized he can’t fuck you the way i can?” he smirks, as you prop yourself up with your elbows; one of his hands sliding down your back before tangling itself in your hair. he tugs harshly, making you moan out as your head is pulled backwards—a sharp pain accompanying the tight grip he had on your hair. “he can’t make you feel this good, can he, princess?”

you nod your head, moaning out at the simultaneous feelings of both pain and pleasure. “no! only you can!”

beomgyu smiles, releasing your hair and watching how you fall limply against the couch, your head being supported by your bent arm; fingernails digging into the cushion momentarily—grip only tightening.

he thrusts in and out of you quickly, the tip of his cock pushing further into you. “beomgyu,” you whimper, the knot in your stomach threatening to come undone as your walls begin to clench around him tightly, and he coos, “it’s okay baby, just cum for me.”

his name falls from your lips one last time as you release all over his cock; painting it white. beomgyu pauses, exhaling shakily from nearly being sent over the edge, having your walls wrap around him so tightly.

he doesn’t say a word, rather, he pulls out, flipping you over onto your back; pressing your legs into your chest as he begins to pound into you, fingernails digging into the side of your hips—now busy chasing his own high. you squeeze your eyes shut, sensitive from your orgasm; your arms clutch onto his shirt desperately as his thrusts send your body jerking upwards onto the couch; your head occasionally hitting the arm rest.

“beomgyu!” you cry, walls pulsating around him. you open your now, glassy eyes to look at him as he continued fucking into you relentlessly. his head drops into the crook of your neck; his mouth opens ever so slightly—breathy moans of your name falling from his lips as his own climax reaches him.

he bites down on his lip, muffling the loud groan he nearly released—hurriedly pulling out and taking himself in his hand as a white, thick liquid dispersed from the tip of his cock, spilling over his hand.

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