#313.hardhours

[my313]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ perv!huening kai

mdni 18+ only!

⋆ pairing: bobarista!kai & bobarista f!reader

⋆ summary: your shy and unbearably handsome new co-worker seemed normal. that is, until you catch him peeking through the back door to watch you change.

⋆ genre/themes/warnings: pervy!kai, no strong dom/sub themes, semi-public masturbation (m), getting caught (?)

⋆ word count: 1.7k

a/n: ITS TIME HE IS FINALLY HEREEEEEE. might do a pt 2 cuz im not very satisfied w this and i need them to fuck JDKDJF 😭 tysm to @boba-beom for helping me brainstorm <333 enjoy :3

kai never meant to keep this habit up.

the first time was an accident. it was the one time you both were doing the closing shift, and like the nice boy he is, he let you get changed out of your work clothes first.

by the time he finished, you still weren’t out to greet him by the counter. kai decided, he’ll just take a slight peep at the back since he needed to discard his apron and hang it up anyway. it’s like the universe set the pieces perfectly in front of him, because the locker room door seemed to creak softly until an opening formed.

there’s been a number of times where he’s tried to make his broad frame smaller, curling behind the wall while watching you take off your shirt, memorising the colours and patterns of your underwear. kai could probably recite it the same way he does the boba shop’s menu – probably even better. it’s no wonder that you’re the first thing on his mind when his fist closes in on his length, and the last when he’s hiccuping your name while spilling for the third time every other night. the guilt only catches up to him when he feels the slimy ooze of his cum sliding down his stomach, wincing at the feeling.

he says this each time, something along the lines of, “i just passed by!” or “the door was open anyway…” to his own conscience. he knows you’re not hearing anything he says to justify why he starts to stay outside the locker room five minutes longer, ten minutes more — why he urges you to change clothes first, and why he keeps signing up for shifts that line up with yours.

at first, you thought kai’s constant efforts of being around you while blushing and barely being able to look at you was a small crush. something that dissipates once you undergo the weekend rushes, but kai continues his advances.

he makes you your favourite bubble tea and watches intently as your lips latch onto the thick straw then suction out the pearls. he helps you arrange boxes of ingredients when you can’t reach the tallest shelf, always hovering behind you and says he’s just “making himself useful.”

what you don’t know is that he’s grown an odd liking to watching your lips plump up against the roundness of the straw, fueling his feverish dreams of having you on your knees and doing the same to his cock. you don’t know that when he offers to ‘make himself useful’, he’s often thinking with his dick. he’s dazed by the delicious view of your skirt riding up, inwardly cheering when he catches a glimpse of where your thigh high socks squeeze the fat of your thigh.

on other days, he goes mad from seeing your shitty tights rip from the smallest movements. he pictures ruining them entirely, your face pressed against the very same lockers where he watches you undress.

the first time the bells started to ring in your head that kai may not be as innocent as you think, you’re just a bit shocked.

you recall the door being slightly ajar, and in hopes that your co-worker was still at front, you slung your bag over and went out, only to be greeted by kai’s blushing face and obvious boner. your eyes met for a brief moment, and while you expected some sort of explanation, kai only flashed an awkward smile like always and walked past you.

“s-see you tomorrow, yn.” he said, as if the huge elephant in the room wasn’t ghosting over your skin as he made his way into the locker room. if you hadn’t looked down, you would have thought you just caught kai in his natural state – flushed pink and too shy for his own good. but that definitely changed your mind.

so, you decided to run a few experiments to test your hypothesis.

the next few weeks consist of essentially testing your potentially perverted co-worker. it should be a harder pill to swallow, finding out kai had been watching your half-naked body for a good ten minutes per day. yet, you find yourself taking pride in the way you make kai act. you don’t bother to check if the door closes fully behind you each time you go change.

kai’s on his first toilet break of the day. he blames you and your choice of outfit. lately, you’ve been coming in in mini skirts and thigh highs, and today, you’re in one of his favourite pleated skirts and another one of your flimsy tights.

he swears you’re doing it on purpose, because on restock day, you’re typically grumpy and wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. but just the other day, you were fishing out the packets of pearls from the delivery, bent over with your cute, strawberry-printed panties immediately drawing out a “g-gonna take a break real quick!” from kai.

as if masturbating to you in the privacy of his bedroom wasn’t enough, he’s developed a sick routine of jerking off in the unkempt staff toilet. kai spends more of his lunch hours with his hands enveloping his cock at the thought of you than actually taking a break.

when it’s time for you to leave, your normal routine ensues. you go into the locker room with kai not-so-discreetly following behind, acting as if he’s double checking if the stock in the back is the right amount.

today though, kai doesn’t know what overcomes him. maybe it was the fact that you wore a matching set; pretty pink lace adorning your skin, holding you in places he wishes he could get his filthy hands on. maybe it’s the fact that you’re half-naked for a good five minutes, distracted on your phone to even proceed switching to a comfy sweatshirt.

within those five minutes, kai’s palming himself over the thick material of his jeans.

in the next two, he’s fumbling over the zipper and hastily unhooking the button. his cock is very obviously staining his briefs, leaking profusely and begging to be freed.

kai is quick to fall prey to his urges; what really does it for him is the way you bend over to pick up something that fell to the floor. he doesn’t notice nor care what it is. it’s tunnel vision from here on out, eyes trained on the plushness of your ass, deliciously cradled by your panties and pushed out for his viewing.

his mind is overtaken by obscenities. everything from smothering his face in your cunt to your knees faltering from how he’s made you cum.

he pictures his leaking tip soiling the crotch of your panties, imagining how he’d rut in and out between your thighs, like some makeshift fleshlight, before pulling your underwear off. his eyebrows scrunch at the thought of your skin covered in streaks of white. he thinks that you’d look up at him with wide eyes that ask for “one more?” even when he’s given you his load over and over, grunts morphing to sensitive whimpers.

kai’s body is on overdrive; eyes threatening to shut as his mind drifts into familiar territory but not wanting to miss the sight in front of him. his teeth are digging into his bottom lip to the point of tasting blood, while his arms are starting to give out from the speed he’s stroking himself at.

when you finally snap out of your phone break, kai takes it as a sign to speed up more than he already is. his hips chase after his tight fist, desperate to finish before you find out about his little secret. his stomach caves from the spike of euphoria until it peaks and he can’t stop himself from shooting out ribbons of his cum, his bottom lip surely taking a cut from how hard his canines have sunk into the skin.

he finally releases his bottom lip and takes a quick breather, cautious about whether you’ve put your clothes on. kai scrambles to rip a tissue roll to wipe the floor when he sees you absentmindedly smiling at your phone and walking towards the door.

he leaps into the staff toilet in a rush, just before you step out of the locker room.

you’re still on your phone when you move to the front of the shop, waiting on kai before taking your leave. glancing up at the toilet door from where you’re seated, you stifle a laugh as you think back on the delectable view you caught a peek at earlier. you shake your head at your co-worker’s antics, finding it a mix of silly, pathetically weird and also… sexy? hot?

kai makes an entrance with his apron snug against his body. you try to hold back a full-blown laugh and settle for a polite smile instead, waving your hand at him. “i’m gonna head out now– oh, wait,” your eyebrows knit together upon seeing the fresh tear on his lip.

you rush to his side, pressing your chest against him as your hands reach out to his face. your thumb rests on his bottom lip but you can feel his cheeks heat up against your other fingers. you know what you’re doing, and kai knows that you do. he’s thanking his self from five minutes ago for putting on this apron, because if not, you’d be stuck feeling his awakening hard on again.

“did you get hurt today? i didn’t see this earlier.” you frown, pressing your thumb against his bottom lip. he winces slightly, trying to pull away. a breath is stuck in his throat, the closeness rendering him to just a couple of meek nods or shakes of his head.

kai finally manages to get you back in your space. he shakes his head, “o-oh.. yeah! just– just cut my lip while eating earlier..?”

“be careful next time, yeah?” you chuckle, playfully bumping into him with your hip. “that face is our best seller!”

he laughs nervously, “that’s all you..!”

you’re leaning towards him again, coy with your hands folded behind your back. just enough to have him hitching his breath and anticipating more, but not so much to touch him.

you smile mischievously, hinting at what you just saw earlier. “both of us then? we put on a good show, hm?”

he gulps, “uh– no, you’re definitely much better.”

“i dunno,” you tease, finger tapping your lip almost mockingly as if pondering. “you’re a quick thinker.”

oh shit. you knew.

[my313]

mdni !

cw masturbation, reference to filming sex

having thoughts… this necklace has ur name on it to show everyone who he belongs to. gyu always touches it fondly when he misses u, especially when ure not around….

but when he’s jacking off to the photos he takes of your fucked out face and leaking cunt on his digicam, or even just thinking abt the last time you had him on his knees slobbering over your pussy w watery eyes, he has to take the metal between his teeth n suck on it to stop himself from making the most obscene noises, throbbing cock rutting into his fist but wishing it was your cunt instead, desperately missing the way you tug at his necklace each time you’re underneath him </3

[my313]

smutty yeonjun historical au ur insane… pride and prejudice bridgerton duke yeonjun courting n marrying n slutting out little innocent virgin lady of the court reader

ahshdwadehsgbfha im going insane

cw corruption kink, possessiveness, use of sir, oral sex (m & f rec.), implied fingering, inaccurate period fashion lol sry (did ppl wear underwear back then??? i swear bridgerton mentioned sumn abt that /srs)

yeonjun's had his eyes set on you since the season started, crowned as this year's diamond – he knew he couldn't have anyone else. you were the perfect little doll, every fibre of his being wanting to touch your skin and teach you what it means to be husband and wife.

i just know that he has a raging corruption kink 😭 knowing nobody has ever had you and it'll only be him from here on out really fuels his possessiveness. he'd be kind of toxic and pay off or literally get rid of all your other suitors lined up outside your door <:

he'd be soso turned on the first time you'd try to initiate something w him, jjun would be so into guiding you at every step. you're finally out of the stuffy layers, the tension rising each time he tugs at the ribbons of your corset, unraveling you like a gift. he has to hold himself back when you obediently fall to your knees, between his legs and head resting on his thigh. he's so soft and gentle when taking your face and caressing your cheek, cooing at your cute attempts of licking the tip of his cock. later on, after many praises, he practically uses your hair as a tool to guide your mouth, pushing you deeper. yeonjun's favourite sight is probably the first time you looked up at him with watery eyes, breathless and seeking validation, "have i satisfied you, sir?"

yeonjun would definitely return the favour. you'd be confused at first when it's his turn to be below you, making you lay back on his bed with your chemise lifted up. he pushes your legs apart even wider, kisses tickling your inner thigh until you feel his wet tongue over your underwear. you're squealing and trying to reel back, "w-wait.. that is.. you cannot put your mouth–" but yeonjun doesn't pay heed to your cries, only urging him to tuck your underwear to the side and finally feel your bare cunt on him. his eyes go from closing shut out of pure delight, letting out the most sinful moans like he had been starved the night prior, to peering up at your face to see your adorable reactions. he doesn't stop even when you're essentially ripping the hair off his scalp, only satisfied when you're reduced to a sobbing mess, nearing your orgasm. he drinks in the way your eyes blank out and your grip on him tightens. "w-what is this feeling..? mmf–"

he pulls back with the most cocky grin on his face, so satisfied with the fact that he's the first to make you cum; to be the one to etch this pleasure into your body. his face is covered in slick, plump lips even bigger and glistening with your cum. yeonjun leans in to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. the same cheeky smile tugs at his lips when he pulls you into his lap, prying your legs apart again with his fingers ghosting over your sensitive cunt.

"i'm still quite starved, darling. shall we go on? i will have to prepare you for our wedding day, no?"

[my313]

milk teeth ୧ ‧₊˚ 🥛 ⋅ ☆ kang taehyun

now playing 𝄞₊⊹ milk teeth - niki

⋆ pairing: taehyun x f!reader 

⋆ summary: taehyun loves the things you do for him. he loves how familiar you are. probably more than he ever liked you.

⋆ genre/themes/warnings: angst, suggestive (implied former sneaky link!tyun, implications of sex), unhealthy relationship ++ scenes in italics are flashbacks

⋆ word count: 2.6k

a/n: sorry to solomons he was my muse for this song.... I PROMISE ITS NOT THAAAAT BAD I THINK?? lmk actually if this is sad enough.. highly rec listening to the song while reading, i ref some scenes and lines throughout n just... i love the lyrics ! underrated nicole track icb she wrote this in high school lmao

taehyun had been something between a secret lover and a stranger in the past few months. over the course of your frail affiliation, you jump between thinking that the world was testing you by sending over a guy who would kiss your forehead in the comfort of your dorm room but never look you in the eye in-front of his friends; to being so overtaken by infatuation each time you see his bare skin against your sheets, the sun kissing him on places you’ve found yourself feathering over the night before.

the daydream always shatters when you wake the morning after and the only remnants of his existence within your bedroom are the stains on your bed and the warmth of his body clinging desperately onto where he slept. it’s easy for that dream to rekindle every night; because when taehyun’s at your doorstep with a huge grin on his face, you can’t help but leap into his arms.

when you feel the sun joining you in bed and instead of a phantom of his physique, you find taehyun sound asleep next to you; you can’t fall back asleep. you prop yourself on your side, cheek pressed on your hand and elbow holding your weight, admiring the rare view bestowed upon you. you think it won’t be as rare to see now that taehyun’s your boyfriend — a newly-formed title that came into fruition just yesterday. it wasn’t the most romantic way to ask, settling for a conversation on this very bed after showering together. 

it went along the lines of you saying:

“i’m starting to like you a lot, taehyun.” 

your back is against his chest, situated between his legs. “yeah?” you etch taehyun’s half-smile, half-smirk in your mind as he plays with your hair. it almost feels like he’s finally in the room with you, not drifting away, someplace else, when you confess. you push the thought to back of your head when you feel his chest rumble from a laugh. “have i stolen your heart yet?” 

“...y/n, you thief.”

“am not!” you refute, silly smile stretching your lips, cheeks swelling from the searing affection taehyun offers. it probably burns, but you can’t resist – not when you’re usually off scraping corners of his lukewarm responses and icy texts. 

“can i keep it though?” the tone of your voice is hopeful, and taehyun doesn’t have it in him to say anything but yes. he doesn’t know why he does this, is it because you’re nice? the girl you love should probably have more words under her belt than nice. but that’s what taehyun settles for. 

you’re so nice that taehyun doesn’t even have to spew out the question. 

“can i be your girlfriend, i mean.” you clarify, assuming the silence on his end stemmed from confusion. or that’s what you’ve convinced yourself these kind of moments were; the times where taehyun reels back in and decides you’ve seen enough of his kinder gestures for the time being. 

he nods.

giddy, anxious, once again hauled into infatuation; these are the things that culminate in your chest as you watch taehyun stir. 

you don’t bother to look away once his eyes flutter open, wincing at the light sneaking between your blinds. “morning, boyfriend.” his lips curve into a small smile, “morning, girlfriend.”

you sit up expectantly, wanting to start the day with all these ideas that have been blossoming since you started liking taehyun. things like making pancakes when he finally stayed long enough until the morning, or simpler ideas like struggling to leave the bed and being tugged back into his arms, “five more minutes…” tickling your nape as he nuzzles into you. 

your ideas start to dwindle when taehyun’s first course of action is to pick up his phone and look through his texts. you’re left blinking, confused by the nonchalance that clouded the air in your room. you should be used to this by now. the push and pull was always what made you come back to him anyway; but in your brain, after the intimacy of last night, you had hoped that taehyun’s hot-and-cold would begin to melt.

you don’t want to think about it. giving taehyun the benefit of the doubt is always easier than having to recode your mind to admitting that you just like him a lot more than he does you. you already have a boatload of excuses piled up from all the times you had to defend your crush on him from your friends; always something about “he’s never had a serious relationship, he doesn’t know!” or “he’s just not that kind of guy, y’know..”

instead, you’re pushing yourself out of bed, and that is thankfully enough for taehyun to look up in surprise.

“want pancakes for breakfast?” 

‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆

you’re sitting in the back of his friend yeonjun’s car the next time taehyun invites you outside of your stay-at-home ‘dates’. 

you’re squished between two long-legged boys, soobin and kai, while beomgyu called dibs on the very back, using the excuse of “somebody needs to hold our shit from falling” as a guise for wanting to catch up on sleep. taehyun’s in front with yeonjun, chatting with a carefree smile.

that kind of smile was reserved for people you knew taehyun held no doubt for. the kind of people that taehyun’s already settled into and signed his lease. you’re a hostel in taehyun’s unknowing search for a home, you start to think.

but you’re young, and there’s plenty of time for renovations and renewals. maybe in a few months time, taehyun’s “nice” and “cute” will turn into “beautiful” and “kind-hearted.” in a few months time, you’ll be more than a place to lounge and leave; perhaps even earn his breathless laughs and sparkling eyes. 

today, your destination is a barred cliff overlooking the view of your hometown. beomgyu suggested watching the sundown before spring started, ever the romantic. he’s also the reason taehyun even bothered to bring you; the invite making you audibly gasp over the phone when he called, asking just half an hour before they were set to go. taehyun always did that — made plans and canceled; only to call you a few hours later, when the sinking feeling finally set in and you were ready to push it to the backburner, saying “i’m coming over.”

you’re leaning against the side of yeonjun’s car, taehyun on the edge of the hood and the rest of the boys scattered just around the front. by the time you’ve arrived, the chill of the upcoming night was beginning to creep up. 

kai picks up on how much you’re feeling the cold. your teeth are chattering, and your posture hunched into your own body, arms crossed and trying to keep yourself as warm as you could. he blinks at taehyun’s apathy. you’re right next to him, there is no way he couldn’t hear the way your teeth crash against one another, or the hisses you unconsciously spew. 

“dude, y/n looks like she’s dying.” kai finally speaks up, interrupting the flow of conversation between his friends.

all five turn to look at you. you feel like you’re being watched like a wild animal at the zoo, scowling at beomgyu’s laughter. his teasing begins, taking advantage of being on taehyun’s other side, sprawled on the hood. he pokes his friend’s forearms, “yeah, tyunnie, y/n looks like she’s dying. why don’t you go warm her up?” his mischievous antics have your heartbeat picking up. you don’t know whether to thank him or jump him.

you’re anxious, for some reason; but you’re also wide-eyed and expectant. you’ve been dating taehyun for a month now and his friends have been warming up to your relationship, though you can’t get beomgyu’s words out of your head — much like now. 

you recall it was at one of yeonjun’s parties.

beomgyu hovered around you and taehyun that night, tipsy for the first time in a while. the air was silent, each breath clinging onto the question that beomgyu spilled that night: 

“why don’t you ever do anything.. like.. couple-y with y/n? i swear- i’ve only seen you makeout. and that was before you even started dating!”

beomgyu always seemed to know the pain points of your sluggish relationship.

taehyun rolls his eyes at beomgyu’s jabs, though his smile reflects different from the snarky glint in his eyes. you don’t know what he’ll do. will he tug at your arm and pull you over his lap, wrap his arms around you? say “i’ll keep her warm, don’t worry.” and keep you close for the rest of the evening, until the stars wake from their slumber?

your arms are wide open for anything. any semblance of affection or care, anything to make you feel like taehyun isn’t just keeping you for the sake of avoiding being the primary source of your heartbreak. sometimes, it felt like he kept tabs on you like someone who had forgotten about a game they once liked, habitually coming back but never in the same intensity. you remember how he looked at you so hungrily the first time you met. you only ever get glimpses of his twinkling eyes when he has you under him.

your boyfriend shrugs his jacket off and pushes it in your direction, barely looking at your pitiful state. this time, even beomgyu knows to hold his tongue when you both share the same look of disappointment and confusion at taehyun’s frigidity. taehyun resumes his conversation with soobin, though the latter boy awkwardly smiles at you, dimples providing some comfort. 

“thanks,” you mutter, holding the jacket to your chest before slipping your arms through the sleeves. you don’t feel much warmer, even with the makeshift feeling of taehyun’s body heat radiating from the inside of his jacket, right on your bare skin. 

you’re not sure if it’s the wind that’s keeping you shivering, or the awful feeling that you’ve made the wrong choice.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆

“why don’t we ever go on dates, taehyun?” you quiz, half-curious and half-unprepared for the answer you’re going to get. if you get to that point. but tonight, you’re determined to know.

it’s been four months since you and taehyun have started dating, and nothing much has changed from where you started. except for the fact that taehyun thinks he’s starting to get better at keeping you at bay; knowing the right words to say at the right time, being aware of your weak points and using his kisses as a way to sway your lips away from yet another important conversation.

“what do you mean, babe?” he only calls you that when he wants to shut you down. “we just had one. the movie marathon yesterday?” 

“no, i mean–” your voice is stuck in your throat. taehyun often has that effect on you. at first, starstruck from seeing him at a frat party; then, when he’s pushing your head down onto the pillow as you tremble beneath him; and now, too cowardly to know how he truly feels about you, but too fed-up not knowing.

“i mean outside dates,” you explain, fingers fiddling aimlessly with each other, trying your best to keep looking at taehyun. he’s sitting across from you, on your bed, again. this godforsaken place that started the turmoil in the first place. “we never do anything planned. we don’t even go out for anniversaries or anything, tyunnie.” you hope the nickname softens the blow.

“i just like being at home with you, love.” taehyun answers gently, like he knows he’s treading on dangerous grounds right now. he doesn’t want to hurt you, and he doesn’t want you blaming him for anything that happens once you’re just another travel stamp on his life; permanently a memory. 

despite his consistent nonchalance towards you, taehyun can admit to himself that not having you around would be odd. it would be inconvenient, would be the better word to describe it. your hopes of becoming more than “nice” and “cute” have transformed to something arguably worse; now, you’re “helpful” and “grounding.” 

he couldn’t survive without you, but not for the passionate, romantic reasons you long for. taehyun knows this; that he loves the familiarity of you more than he likes you. he likes the heat that radiates off your body more than your body itself; the habits you’ve grown into that he’s responsible for, like the pancakes you make every sunday morning or how you’re always prepared to run to him when he needs you. he doesn’t remember you calling for him like that (though he doesn’t know if he would drop anything as fast as you had done).

“taehyun.” 

“what..?”

“you don’t really mean that,” you shake your head, now unable to keep your eyes trained on him. you opt for the solid colour of your sheets.

“why are you.. doubting me?” 

“because you’re never here!” your voice is strained; you try to say it in some sort of yell, but it comes out as a desperate screech. “and i mean your mind. your heart. whatever the fuck it is. your body’s here, but you’re always drifting somewhere else!”

you keep going. your mouth is spilling words like a waterfall, the most you’ve ever truthfully said in taehyun’s presence. “you don’t even like being around me. you do just enough to keep us alive, and then you half-ass it until you have to fix it again. what– what kind of relationship is this?”

“babe, wait,” taehyun’s moved from his spot now, laying his palms flat on your shoulders and trying to ease your outburst. you’re starting to sob, hiccups replacing your words. “i-i’m sorry if i made you feel that way–”

“if?” you scoff, and taehyun is taken aback. you’ve been rather docile and forgiving for most of the time taehyun has known you, only ever yelling at beomgyu that one time. 

“i mean– i’m sorry that i made you feel that way, baby..” he soothes you, taking your hands and trying to get you close. 

“i think we should stop here.” your words are firm in spite of the trembles underneath. 

taehyun pauses. it’s the first time you’ve seen him display some sort of fear over you. 

“no, no, no,” he’s desperately clutching your hands to his chest, bringing your knuckles to his lips and pressing kisses to the back of your hand. “it’s only been a few months. i’m just going through something right now, baby. i promise.”

your courage only takes you so far, because you let taehyun toy with your hands, bring his face close enough to make you fluster and cave.

he puts your intertwined hands down, a thud against your unassuming mattress. taehyun’s saving face by pressing his forehead against yours, lips hovering over one another. “i’ll make it better. i’ll be better, i swear.”

so you do. you cave. 

when you feel his lips on yours, you know you’re doomed to unwrap the fabric and find you’re still bloodied; that your relationship is bound to break its fragile bones beyond repair. still, another empty kiss bandages over the scabs and wounds you’ve accumulated over the course of your ‘love’ and you make-believe that it isn’t too bad. not at all.

[my313]

how do we feel about pervy coworker hyuka .. ive been thinking abt bobarista!kai for like a week now 😭

[my313]

evie hear me out i need someone to go crazy w me on this…

taehyun the mean dom type to respond to ur pretty little cries and sobs begging him to stop teasing by just stopping completely and being like “be a big girl, try saying it without crying and ill think about it” hsjajghwhdjdjaha (throws myself down the stairs)

THE WAY I SAW THIS RIGHT AFTER WORK ASHLEY THANK U MY GIRL DINNER 😄 i also saw this on twt but u just changed my whole pov of it AJHGSHDHJ

i am a mean dom taehyun TRUTHER he probably loves seeing u cry bc of him (in an nsfw way ...) something abt having that power over u and being able to makes u a sobbing mess realllyyyy gets him going

would definitely take your face between his hands kinda squishing u a bit and coo at u mockingly like "stupid little girl can't even talk? d'you wanna use your mouth somewhere else, hm?"

[my313]

its just me and this fwb beomgyu fic tonight .... 😈

[my313]

after hours ˚ ༘`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ choi beomgyu

(18+ MDNI PLEEEASEEEE!!!)

now playing 𝄞₊ ⊹ apple cider - beabadoobee & paradise - chase atlantic

⋆ pairing: fwb!beomgyu x afab!reader

⋆ summary: you and beomgyu have a very loose definition of being friends. repeated hookups under the guise of last minute 'hangouts' was one thing, but when those flaky plans turn into sleepovers and morning afters, are you still really 'friends'?

⋆ genre/themes/warnings: smut, hurt/comfort-ish, fluff, non-idol au, fwb to lovers, implied stoner!gyu, drunk!reader, reader wears makeup, switch!beomgyu, switch!reader, possessiveness, name-calling, degradation (slut, manwhore, fuckhole), praise (sweet boy, pretty girl, pretty boy), reader calls beomgyu’s (nonexistent) hoes bitches lol, dacryphilia, oral (m & f rec.), fingering, hair pulling, a lot of slapping??, dumbification, semi-public sex, unprotected sex ++ lmk if i missed anything!

⋆ word count: 7.1k

a/n: dont ask idk how i ended up writing it this long.... but EEEEE its here :D this is my entry for @junniieesbby and @boba-beom's tubatu bday event !!! also idk what possessed me while writing the smut part... dunno how to feel abt it tbh since its been a while so im rusty but we move!!! enjoy hehe

you can pinpoint exactly when beomgyu was just another boy who lounged on your bed for too long after a few rounds of sex, to a boy who managed to sleepover and learn how you had your cereal in the morning. before the copious amount of last-minute text messages and half-assed ‘hangouts’ that always led to tearful eyes and sore bodies, beomgyu could be loosely classified as a friend. an arm’s distance away, but both of you never bothered to reach out. not until it was for weed, and now, sex and whatever fucked up idea of friendship you both had. surely, friends didn’t hold hands, kiss, and help with one another’s groceries, right? 

speak of the devil. you’re pulled away from your thoughts when you feel beomgyu tug on the sleeve of your sweater – the one he always spent an extra minute snuggling into before stripping you off of it, the only reason you wear it so often – dragging you ever-so-slightly into his personal space. he insists on putting your head on his chest, perching his chin on your head and letting his hands guide themselves to the dips of your hips and waist. you can tell he smoked before having you over from the scent peeking out between the spritz of perfume you bought him for christmas. it’s evident in the way he’s melting into you, ready to shut his eyes and drift off with you in his arms.

“what’s got you using all your brain power?” he asked, voice muffled from pressing a kiss to the back of your head. you hope he doesn’t notice the way your breath hitches when you feel the warmth of his lips. you wish you could just mildly enjoy the fluttering feeling within you, but rather than a light buzz, it felt like an anchor situated in your chest. you’re too proud to admit that beomgyu’s the reason why. you’re too afraid to think that yeah, i do like him that much. 

you’re quiet for too long, so beomgyu pushes his nose further into your hair, his lips brushing against your scalp when he mumbles sleepily. “did you change your shampoo? what happened to the apple one?” he pauses before moving away from the back of your head. instead, he opts to rest his face between your neck and shoulder. “i like this one too, though. it smells like punch. it makes me wanna eat your hair…” 

“ew. please don’t,” you can’t help but laugh, cheeks still pink from having to hear beomgyu’s soft murmurs about the most miniscule details like your shampoo. “how did you even notice, gyu?” he lifts his head, donning an offended expression. “what do you mean? do you think that little of me, babe?” 

even the most ridiculous of his outbursts couldn’t distract you from the way he called you babe. you shake your head and roll your eyes, “this one was just the one on sale, babe.” 

it was beomgyu’s turn to blush. hearing you say it back makes him evidently more shy, and the heat radiating off both your bodies sticking together only makes him even redder. “hey, only i have the babe privileges, babe.” 

“and who let you have those privileges, choi beomgyu?” you raise a brow comically. bantering with beomgyu almost always ended with you both sprawled over any surface you’re on, bellies hurting from uncontrollable fits of laughter. “haven’t even taken me out on a date and you’re calling me babe? what happened to hey, how are you?”

“you gave me head in an alley, i dunno if that really applies to us anymore.” it’s obvious from his half-smug grin that he’s proud of his joke, earning a harsh slap on his forearm as you both are consumed by giggles and smiles. “shut up, i was drunk!”

beomgyu’s room is dark, only dimly-lit by the projection of howl’s moving castle on the blank wall. you might never know that he only bought that projector to have you in his room for reasons other than sex. he may never know that you didn’t need all that convincing anyway.

when the laughter dies down, the mood diverges from being silly to somewhat solemn. beomgyu’s stare is intense, contrasted by the soft smile tugging at his lips. the yellowy hue of the projector makes him look like a character from a ghibli movie, even without the shagginess of his long, auburn hair. he looks like almost princely with his short black hair.

“did you.. want me to take you on a date though?” he’s hesitant to pry open this conversation. it’s one you both have spent the last few months avoiding in spite of all the things you’ve already started feeling. you avert your gaze away from his, too all-consuming to stare right into. you’re afraid you’ll cave if you look at him any longer than a second. “i mean…” you trail off.

every passing second seems like forever for beomgyu, attempting to appear nonchalant to not scare you off, but he falters when you can’t even look his way. was he reading this all wrong? dejectedly, he tries to reel back his words as some form of damage control. 

“wait, sorry if that made you uncomfortable. we’re friends, it’s okay, you don’t have to answer.” he says in a panicky voice. this whole ordeal is sobering him up. “and i’m sorry i called you babe. especially if you don’t like it.”

seeing beomgyu visibly deflate only hurts you more, wincing inwardly at your throbbing chest. you’re stunned, overwhelmed by the glimpse of a tough conversation. you don’t pull away, but you’re not moving any closer either; it makes beomgyu feel like he’s in the middle of a field in a snowstorm, grim and desolate. when your thoughts drift uncontrollably, your tongue doesn’t catch up fast enough to clear the air and comfort beomgyu. 

you take too long to say anything again. beomgyu notices how you fidget with the hem of your shirt, taking the loose thread between your fingers to ease your anxiety. even though his heart sinking, he pushes the thought to the back of his mind and settles for a quiet, “let’s just sleep, okay?” 

he doesn’t give you a chance to pull yourself out of this well you’ve let yourself stumble into. not even a nod or a protest to his anticlimactic resolution to this dilemma. you’re met with the solid color of your (well, his now, you think) pink hoodie when you rest your head on his pillows. his adequately wide shoulders suddenly look so small, like he was curling into himself to be apart from you. you decide against doing the same; a hasty attempt of pulling him back down from wherever he was drifting to. you feel him tense when you drape your limbs over his, head safely tucked behind his back. beomgyu is hyper aware of how your chapped lips prickle against his nape, and he can definitely feel your breath when you let out a subdued apology.

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the next time you see beomgyu, you can actually barely see him. the strobe lights shift from purple to orange, thick smoke floating in every crevice of the club. this is the first time in a while that you’ve gone out without him. usually, you’re both fishing for shots and him pushing you to some unassuming guy for a free drink that he can mooch off of too. it’s funny, until you start thinking about how he doesn’t even consider you as a potential romantic prospect to easily hand you onto another person.

you’re not sure if tonight would follow the same routine. ever since that night at beomgyu’s, he’s only bothered to reply to your texts dryly. you figure he’s not upset enough to ghost you, but he’s definitely not in the state to come over to bake cookies – and he’s definitely not in the mood to fuck your brains out. 

you block out the noise with another shot, coupled with restless thoughts reminiscing on your conversation with beomgyu. he almost seemed disappointed that you didn’t leap at the chance of a date; did he maybe expect you to say yes? you’re tempted to pull out your phone and ring him in the middle of the club. your eyes aimlessly scan the place, but one person is unmissable, even in your tipsy state. choi beomgyu was in this overcrowded shoebox.

it only takes a few stumbled strides towards the seating booth before you’re right in-front of a dumbfounded beomgyu. his eyes are glossed over and red, sitting next to a very drunk yeonjun. he doesn’t really know what to do, but thankfully, he’s saved from thinking of his next steps. you beat him to it with your grand gesture of throwing yourself on his lap and embracing him, arms wrapped around his neck. your face is warm against his collarbone, the sniffles you let out only continuing to make him feverish. it doesn’t help that he can feel your tears wetting the collar of his shirt. 

“gyu…” you mewl. he doesn’t know if it’s the cross-fadedness, but the heat goes straight to his groin as you cry out. “why– why didn’t you text me to hangout at all?” you’re hiccuping at this point, brows knitted while you practically bounce on beomgyu’s lap from frustration. the friction makes him grimace, clenching his jaw and swallowing in restraint. he can’t even throw his head back because your face is glued between his neck and shoulder. he’s blushing at your uncharacteristically impulsive moves, and even more so from all the attention his friends have on you both. he’s not sure if he likes this many eyes on you, now that he can see yeonjun’s ditzy eyes flicker to something sneaky and taehyun’s restless ogling.

beomgyu’s hands have been hovering over your body since you’ve made yourself comfortable on him. he’s unsure if he should really be letting himself touch you; as if making contact with your sweltering skin would break his already poor resolve, but the unwarranted looks from his friends are enough to make him cave to his desires. his fingers grip the bit of skin between your shorts and your crop top, squeezing slightly. it takes him everything to stop right at the hem of your shirt, tempted to sneak the pads of his fingers under to reach for your tits. 

“y/n, let’s get up, okay?” he tries to persuade you, prying your arms off and trying to stand up from the booth seat. he’s met with your whiny protests, “n-no… you can’t leave!” 

“i’m not– i’m really not leaving!” he says defensively. beomgyu finally manages to get you off his lap, half-hard cock making an appearance. he picks up his jacket to cover up quickly, but as he rises to his feet, you plop yourself on the sticky club floors and hug his leg. you’re more so oblivious to the rising boner he has just above your head, the roughness of his jeans against your soft cheek comfort you in a way, and beomgyu can’t deny that it’s adorable. he feels his heart twinge. this is the first time he’s heard your voice in a week, and he’d do anything to fix things up. even if he has to forget what happened. 

he downs another shot as if preparing for some battle, then crouches down to your level. he hooks his hands under your arms to get you off the ground, your hands finally by your side and not a random body part of his. “let’s go home. just sleep at mine.” he half-heartedly waves goodbye to his friends. 

you trail behind him like a stray cat. the only thing keeping you from swaying away is your grip on his index finger, wrapped around your hand. beomgyu leads you away from the seating booths, tries to maneuver swiftly through the sweaty crowds, but he makes a stop when he hears your voice. 

“i don’t wanna go yet, gyu.” 

“what? be serious. you’re gonna throw up in, like, ten minutes tops..” he turns back to you, opting to circle his hand around your wrist instead of your flimsy clutches. 

“i’m serious!” your attempts of convincing him seem to be entering one ear and leaving the other, so you decide to grab his hand instead and drag him in a familiar direction. “h-hey– hey! the taxi rank is the other way–”

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both of you end up between the back of the club and a random warehouse; the beloved alleyway that you and beomgyu have defiled many, many times. outside the dim lights of the club, beomgyu can take a closer look at your face. your mascara has run to your undereyes just a tad bit, and the way you’re sitting on the pavement while he’s leaning back against the brick wall reminds him too much of the times he had you at his beck and call. your knees are pressed to your chest, giving him the perfect view of the underside of your thighs. he’s hell-bent on being serious, but the back of your head calls for a good push onto his clothed cock. he’s thankful you’re too busy staring at the ground to notice his perverted stare, and importantly, the tent in his pants that’s been throbbing since you decided to prance towards him.

“i think i like you too much.” you blurt out, not making any eye contact with the person you’re confessing to. beomgyu’s eyes are blown out, dumbfounded for the second time tonight – what do you mean, you like him too much? in the same way he liked you too much? the same kind of ‘too much’ that’s made him voluntarily fuck up his sleep schedule for the past few months? his thoughts are all jumbled up at the possibility of having you all to himself forever, overtaken by the swelling in his chest as you look the shyest he’s ever seen you. something about having you like this; a sight just for him makes beomgyu’s heart flutter.

“okay, we can go home now..!” you laugh awkwardly and get off the ground, still averting beomgyu’s stare. you don’t even know how baffled he looks, brows upturned and lips parted like he’s just been let into a secret cult with all the knowledge of the universe. that’s how severe your unexpected confession has malfunctioned him. you’re about to call an uber, but you can’t move your arm from behind, finding beomgyu latching onto you. it’s enough strength to have you stumble back into his chest, and he’s quick to turn you around.

“wait, wait, again.” he’s a few inches away from your face as he speaks in a hushed tone. at first, his hands were stationary, laid by his side. once you start stuttering, looking away from him and mumbling a bunch of ums and nos, he holds your face, caressing your cheek delicately and making sure you have no escape from his eyes. “look at me when you say it. please, again, for me..?” he pleads, weaponizing those damn puppy eyes he knows always work their charm on you. in fact, he has many weapons up his sleeve to the point you believe you just have a soft spot (everywhere, basically) for this boy.

“you’re such a brat, gyu.” you joke around, rolling your eyes.

he shakes his head, eyes unwavering and holding your own captive. he looks like he could cry; the kind of cry you love to see when he gets too drunk on you. “no, i just want you to give me the chance to say it back. properly. i’ve been waiting for ages,” 

“can you please let me?” 

you’re folding immediately. you can’t even process the fact that he basically already confessed back to you in the same breath. beomgyu really knows when to use the right words and how to use them against you. “i– i like you,” you admit, bashful for the second time. “more than a friend. or whatever it is we are.” 

“and i like you too,” beomgyu smiles fondly, rubbing his thumb over your lip and toying with the flesh. he doesn’t think of how that makes your pulse quicken, or how it makes your knees buckle just a little but not enough for him to notice. “too much. maybe more than you do, actually…” 

hearing him say it out loud brings some of your liveliness back. just enough to return the favor and push his buttons, taking in his thumb and sucking on it briefly, letting it go with a popping sound. “you can’t confess back to me without making it a competition, huh?” your teasing breaks beomgyu out of his lovesick gaze, something a tad darker looming over his features.

“don’t be so cocky. you were just hugging my leg and crying like a baby half an hour ago.” he retaliates, eyes clouded with arrogance. beomgyu closes the distance between you two and takes the liberty of lifting his thumb from your lip to place it on your cheekbones. he chuckles at the way your face follows his hand from the withdrawal, only to relax into his touch again. you’re about to whine at him for removing his finger. instead, you feel his lips on yours, light and airy as your hands find their way back to his nape. it’s been so long since you kissed him, an odd sense of relief fills your senses when you can taste his strawberry lip balm – the same one he stole from you ages ago and seemingly can’t stop using. you don’t know it’s because he always misses the way you taste; your strawberry lip balm just a stand-in for when your lips are too busy to press against his.

it doesn’t take long for beomgyu to go in for the kill; the airiness of your kiss dissipating as quick as it came. instead, your kiss turns sloppy and both his hands engulf your face as if you’re going to run away if he doesn’t hold you tight enough. his grip on your jaw allows him to pull your face closer, deepening the kiss. your hands go to the place they’re most familiar with, tangled in his hair. when you feel him playfully take your bottom lip between his teeth, you whimper at the sensation and tug at his hair, trying to pull away but beomgyu isn’t one to let you go so easily. 

the two of you are stumbling backwards until beomgyu hits his back against the brick wall again. he can’t pull himself away from you, settling his thigh between your legs and letting you grind against his jeans while pushing your head deeper. it takes a moment for him to recollect himself and disconnect from you, a string of saliva forming as you part. when he glances back up at you, chest heaving up and down, he admires the way you look dizzy and utterly overtaken by want. even when you try to look up at him as you circle your arms around his neck again, your eyes are unfocused. 

beomgyu isn’t any better, though. he looks at you like he wants to devour every last bit of your body; his hands act faster than his mind can think and roughly pulls you by the hair. with your head pulled back and neck exposed for the taking, beomgyu latches his lips onto you hungrily, leaving marks as he goes. he catches the way you swallow when he moves his lips; the way you whimper and hitch your breath while dumbly rutting onto his jeans. 

your lips curve into a frown when you feel the cold air on your neck, incoherent noises making it hard for beomgyu, who’s pulling away, to keep his dwindling composure. 

“wanna prove if you really like me more than i like you?” he challenges. you’re in no state to disagree; wanting something – anything, to happen. beomgyu already knows that, so when you eagerly nod, he has the same arrogant half-smile on his face as he does when you meet at this alley.

he retracts from between your legs and pulls at your hair again, “you know where i like you best, right?” 

that’s all it takes for you to drop down to your knees, beomgyu’s grasp on your head easing as you take your position beneath him. you peer up at him as your fingers work the zipper of his jeans, like a pet waiting for permission to go further. beomgyu silently nods, prompting you to undo his jeans fully and pull them down to his thighs. you’re salivating before you even pull his heavy cock out of his underwear, tempted to tease and kiss through the fabric, but beomgyu’s seething grip on your head and impatient stare has you shuffling fast. his cock is finally exposed to the chilly air – only for a few seconds though; he’s quick to use his hands in your hair to push your face closer. 

you spit on his cock, licking the underside before pressing kisses on the tip. slowly, you take him into your mouth, eyes looking up at him and being met with an approving nod. beomgyu has his own eyes fixed on your every move; the tight hold he had on your hair traded in for gentle caresses and pats on your head as you familiarize yourself with his thickness. 

“so pretty for me, baby.” he murmurs, relishing in your glossy eyes and smudged makeup. “keep going, i know you can do it. how are you gonna prove me wrong, hm?” beomgyu’s asking too many teasing questions, especially when he wants to coax you into his hold; the softness of his hands on your head a sharp contrast from the pace he’s thrusting into your mouth, eager to watch you gag. 

your brows knit together from his hot-and-cold teasing, determined to take his cock down your throat and prove yourself right, even if deep down, you know it’s pointless to take on his challenges. you grumble as you take more of his length in and he’s breathless above you, lowly groaning and instinctively shoving your head onto him without warning. “f-fuck,” his roughness makes you squeak, the vibrations in your throat has him fucking into your mouth violently. you nearly topple over, hands tightly gripping his thighs to balance yourself. 

beomgyu’s hands grip any strands of your hair he can touch, his hips doing most of the work. “fuck– take it, t-take it..! such a good fuckhole for me.” his eyes are still open, albeit half-lidded and dazed, simply to watch how you go from drunk and whiny, to drooling and crying on his dick. his pace has gotten much less controlled and more so messy, feeling his cock twitch on your tongue has you whimpering through it all.

“hah–” beomgyu’s hold on your head pushes you against his pelvis as he stills, stomach buckling when he feels the back of your throat. “love your throat, made for me to use, baby..!” he’s obsessed with how your throat tightens and gargles nastily, wanting to jerk away but unable to, firm grip on your head; pliant and unmoving like a toy at his disposal, save for the way your doe-eyed gaze has succumbed to closing as tears crease the makeup on your cheeks. 

beomgyu doesn’t take it lightly that you take your eyes off of him, so he pulls himself out of your mouth. the loss of him has you snapping your eyes wide open, coughing and whining. he responds with his wet cock slapping your face, your saliva smearing across your visage. he does it once. twice. you anticipate the familiar impact on your tear-stained cheek for a third time, but you feel something much harsher.

his palm pitilessly strikes your cheek before taking your face between his hands and squishing your cheeks together, lips forced into a pout. he takes the chance to tap the tip of his cock on your lips, mixing your drool and his pre-cum over your patchy lipstick, a sinister laugh echoing in the eerie quiet of the alley. “i don’t remember saying you could look away, slut.” 

“m’sorry–” he doesn’t let you finish. beomgyu strokes himself as if you’re not right below his cock, mocking you. “that’s okay baby,” his head cocked to the side, staring down at you underneath his length almost condescendingly. the power trip it gives him is a complete disparity to his doting stare; he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in his life but cradles your face like you’re a mere puppet. you’re confused by the deceptive gentleness in his voice, especially when he looked like he was about to fuck your throat wide open out of spite just a few moments ago.

you really shouldn’t let your guard down when beomgyu’s feeling insatiable.

“get up and show me that perfect pussy, yeah?”

you’ve given beomgyu head plenty of times outside the confines of your rooms, but you’ve never had sex anywhere else, especially since you both tend to like staying in. “everything okay, baby?” he lets go of your face, your cheeks imprinted with red marks where his fingers just were. you look back up at him, snapping out of your daze when he checks in on you. you nod back immediately, “mhm, i’m good.”

“we can always go back home if you’re not comfy here.” he helps you up, grabbing onto one of the hands resting on his thigh to balance you, wobbling as you rise from your knees. you look at him and smile softly at beomgyu’s thoughtfulness, “baby, i’m fine.” you pull your hand away from him to unbutton your jean shorts, letting the article of clothing fall to the ground and stepping out of it. you take one of beomgyu’s hands and guide it to your clothed cunt, letting his fingers stroke the wetness as a sign of your consent. “gonna touch me more?” you taunt him, slightly bucking against the hand cupping your pussy. 

he doesn’t respond, heavy breaths as he retracts his hand and switches your positions; your chest is pressed against the wall while beomgyu crouches down, face-to-face with your ass. his eyes flicker up at you, a menacing grin is proudly on display as you turn your head to look back at his antics. “gyu–” you’re cut off by a loud smack on your ass, squealing from the impact. “mhmf–! keep touching me, please.” 

beomgyu hastily pulls your panties down in response, fingers gathering your slick and fondling your clit with a light-hand. he makes an effort to pull away when your hips move on their own, chasing his feathery touches for even an inkling of friction. you turn back sharply, scowling at the shit-eating smirk that you’ve fallen victim to countless times. “if the slut has something to say, say it, baby.” you whine at him in protest, “m’not a slut–”  he stands back to his full height, leaking cock touching the bare skin of your backside. “aren’t you though?” he circles around your folds to let you hear the wetness, “so drenched from having my cock down your throat. only dumb sluts get off to that shit. did you miss my cock that much?” 

the hand teasing your clit suddenly slaps your pussy, and he doesn’t miss how you clench around nothing, thighs tensing from the sharp sensation. he’s amused, doing it a few more times when he realizes how sensitive you are to every spank. each time his palm firmly meets your cunt, you sound even more fucked out. he grows a fixation on the little noises that involuntarily come out of you, admiring how sublime you look with your mouth agape and lids threatening to shut at every touch. he presses himself against you, chin on your shoulder and teeth nipping at your ear. “come on, pretty girl, where’d you go? haven’t gotten to use this sweet pussy yet.” 

he moves away from your clit and finally inserts two fingers into your leaking hole, indulging in the hushed moan that follows as he moves expertly. beomgyu knows every crevice of your body like he’s studied it from a textbook day and night, taking him less than a few minutes to find the spot that serves as a dumbed out button every time he fucks you with his slender fingers. when his digits curl into your walls, terrorizing you as he repeatedly thrusts his fingers, your whimpers progressively turn into loud bawling. your body practically melts back into him, back flat on his chest and head thrown back on his shoulder.

he knows he’s got you where he wants; brainless and amounting to nothing but a doll. he can’t help but coo at your helpless state, suckling a trail of kisses on your jaw. “so fucking cute, fuck–can never get enough of you, baby. want you like this all the time, just for me. all mine, right? you’d let me have you forever?” you know he’s just as gone as you are, his rambles giving it away. still, you nod frantically. “just for you, gyu. only for you to use and keep. forever.” he can’t help but let out a satisfied groan at how quick you agree, trying to find purchase from mindlessly rutting between your thighs. 

the music from the club is faint, practically background noise to your wails, beomgyu’s grunts, and the popping wetness each time he plugs in and out of your hole. one particular thrust has you clenching, alerting beomgyu even in his desperation. he takes this as a cue to speed up, drawing out a pitchy squeal from you, “i-i’m cumming– fuck, beomgyu–”

you’re out of this world tonight, beomgyu concludes; his mind numbing from being so turned on from the way you chant thank yous like a prayer to the way your eyes deliciously roll to the back of your head while you ride out your high, hips moving wildly on his fingers. when you’re nearing the end of your orgasm, beomgyu pulls his fingers out, sucking off the remnants of your release. you’re too distracted from the feeling that you don’t realize beomgyu crouching down, spreading your cheeks to peek at your swollen cunt. “w-what are you doing, gyu?” you get your answer in the form of his tongue prodding at your hole, lapping at your cum heartily. “w-wait, too much! too much!” 

beomgyu is never one to listen, especially in this foggy state of doing anything he can to see you fall apart over and over. knowing only he can do this eggs him on even more. his tongue continues to fuck into your hole, meeting him in the middle by unconsciously grinding into his mouth. beomgyu’s raspy grunts have been traded in for mindless moans, deep from his adam’s apple as he eats you out until you’re cumming a second time. your frame visibly shivers, as if a current of electricity is shocking your every limb. he detaches his face from you, lips gleaming with your slick, the most loopy smile on his face – like he’d just come back from the candy store or won the lottery (he thinks he has with you, anyway). 

sobering up from your orgasm has you seeing red at beomgyu’s devilish smirk. you turn around, facing beomgyu scornfully. this time, your hands reach out for his hair and yank him up. “you’ve been such a fucking brat.” you hiss at him, unimpressed by how there’s not a sliver of regret or fear on his face; rather, he appears to be basking in the glory of making your knees buckle even whilst scolding him. you pull at his hair again, “i could leave you right here without making you cum. would you want that, baby?” 

“i don’t think your stupid cock agrees, hm?” you let go of his head, but you don’t give him a break. beomgyu shivers at your hand wrapping around his cock, thumb toying with the angry tip. it takes everything in him not to buck into your fist, knowing damn well he’s going to make a mess the minute he feels even a shred of friction. “the stupid cock that made you fall in love with me?” he masks his weakness with typical jabs, even with his bare cock out and your cum dripping down your thighs. 

you won’t let him fluster you, convincing yourself the heat rising in your cheeks is from the chill and not from how he echoes your affection for him. “shut up, fuckin’ manwhore.” your hands tighten around his length, jerking him off faster than you were a few moments ago. “bet you said that to all your other bitches. you’re so..!” your brows are furrowed in frustration, not really knowing where this underlying jealousy is coming from, or how it’s fueling your drive. 

it gives beomgyu whiplash – you’re never usually this mean to him when you try to dom, but he’s not complaining. he’s getting off on how upset you seem to be, letting himself thrust into your hands, disgustingly wet noises filling the air. “am i right?” you probe, tone laced in half-spite and half-anxiety. he throws his head back with a groan, unable to answer clearly, “n-no, it was always you. just for you. you’re the only one baby, fuck–” hearing the first half of his sentence has you squeezing his shaft again, drinking up beomgyu’s wanton moans. “promise?” he nods feverishly, eager to run after the hand stroking his shaft. to his dismay, you retract your hand. “don’t– why’d you stop?” 

“thought you wanted to use me, beomie?” you smile coyly. beomgyu swears the world stops after you utter the hottest thing possible; even more than your attempt at catty scowls and mean words. he leaps at the chance you’ve generously given him, instantly taking your head between his hands to crash into your lips, a passionately silent thank you in beomgyu language.

there’s no prelude to beomgyu’s actions. even if he initially wanted to take his time and zap your brain back to mush, he physically can’t deny how much he needed to bury himself inside you. your giggles chime like an all too familiar melody once beomgyu’s tip sinks into your folds, slippery and lost from his impulse-driven desperation. a whine escapes his lips, eyes watering from the hint of euphoria he experiences when being enveloped by you. you caress his head gently, purring praises, “it’s okay, sweet boy. c’mon, been waiting for your cock all night.” 

“w-wait, just take this.” he slips his jacket off his shoulders and pushes it towards you. even under a teary daze, beomgyu thinks about how your back might hurt from pressing against the roughness of the brick walls. you smile gratefully, taking his jacket and pulling through the sleeves.

beomgyu returns to his original stance, lightly tapping your thighs, signaling you to wrap your legs around his waist. you comply, complete with your arms hooked behind his neck, forehead pressed against his and eyes scanning his weeping face like you’re trying to photograph how he looks at this very moment. this is the same face that has plagued your mind for the past year; the face that has a smile that brings the sun to shame; the face of the boy that has somehow managed to squeeze himself into your life unexpectedly. 

“so pretty. my pretty boy.” you whisper to beomgyu, letting your thoughts express themselves through a chaste kiss, just shy of his lips. 

beomgyu takes this chance to calm his swelling heart, shutting his eyes as your lips feather against his. the only things his mind can process is the way your voice dips lovingly as you call him pretty; how you peer up at him with blown out pupils when you do. despite having you countless times, some in places more dignified than now, he thinks he’ll remember this as the start of a new beginning with you – even if he’s fucking you in some dingy alley. at least he can call it your dingy alley. he finally pushes the tip into your cunt with a breathy whine, “you’re so warm, fuck, m’going insane.” after a week of no beomgyu and being too sad about your lack of beomgyu, your pussy takes a bit more time to adjust to his girth, shuddering from both the stretch and the pleasure of having him stuff you again. 

“k-keep going, doing so good for me,” he heeds your request, pushing into you until he’s sure you’ve taken in all of his cock. “missed you so much, gyu, you don’t even know.” beomgyu pulls out then snaps himself back into your walls, picking up his pace slowly, different from the rush he felt earlier. “m-missed you too, hah..” his palms are leaving marks on your body as he pulls you into him, wanting to hit into you even deeper. the bulge that forms in your stomach doesn’t go unnoticed since your bodies are mushed too close to one another. beomgyu’s stomach feels it first, driving his thrusts to quicken and mouth to start a never-ending string of babbles. “mine, mine, mine. this pussy’s mine, right? gonna let your pretty boy fill you up?” 

“mhm!” you appease his mindless rambling by nodding along, head thrown back on the wall. “wanna see it drip off me later. can you do that for me, gyu?” that definitely eggs beomgyu on, because you feel his dick twitch inside you. he has this determined look on his face as he shoves into you, face scrunched up and bottom lip caught between his teeth, making you arch your back off the wall. you’re still sensitive from the two orgasms he brought you to prior, making your core tighten at beomgyu’s inhumane tempo.

“thank you, thank you, thank you–” he’s chanting, much like how you were when you were bent over, being finger fucked. you think beomgyu looks much prettier, though; his eyes glisten under the flickering streetlight, lips parted with his tongue peeking out, unable to ignore how his breathing has become so uneven. you laugh, “baby’s so close? you sound like a bitch in heat.” beomgyu cranes his neck downward, leaning his sweat-slicked forehead on your shoulder. “m’not..! just– you feel too good.” 

“yeah? how good?” you move your head closer, warm breath tickling his neck while you nuzzle into his shoulder as he did to you. beomgyu doesn’t say anything; his sobs speak for themselves. “i asked you something, baby. where’s my sweet boy?” he whimpers at your calling, like a pet being whistled at by their owner. “h-here. so hot, you’re so hot, just wanna cum inside you so bad, baby. i’m– i’m so close! gonna cum!” 

the knot in your stomach pulses even more with beomgyu’s mouthy tendencies. you may never admit to him just how much his voice and senseless chatter account to your orgasms, pushing you to the edge every single time he starts to get close. that’s when his lips loosen the most, blabbing about anything he can think of. much like right now; listening to every dip, note, and curve of his faltering voice has your legs shaking, finally falling apart on beomgyu’s cock.

when his hips stutter from your tightening walls, the only words he can say are “l-love you so much, y/n. i love you so so bad.” his sloppy movements have stilled, burying his nose into your neck, breathing in a mix of your sweat as his cum spills inside. you’re both panting, a broken gasp escaping your throat in the midst of beomgyu’s crazed humping, concentrated on fucking as much of his cum back into you. he only stops when you tug on his hair and make him look up at you.

“we need to go home at some point, gyu.” you deadpan, still lifted against the wall and enveloped in his sweaty embrace. despite the frosty air nipping at every bit of your exposed skin, you want to shrug off his jacket from how stuffy it’s become; your face heating up from a culmination of beomgyu’s i love you and his warmth sticking to your skin.

beomgyu takes a few more minutes to snap out of it, eventually pulling out and watching white drip down your inner thighs. you unlock yourself from his body, wobbly on your feet as you pick up your shorts on the floor and dress yourself, beomgyu mirroring your actions. 

“you didn’t say it back yet.” lips pouted in a sulky tone, completely different from the beomgyu you carelessly pulled away from his friends, and much more akin to the one panting out of urgency. 

“did you mean it?” genuine curiosity weaved in the way you ask him. a part of you, unsure and horrified of this being a vivid fantasy, still can’t believe it. “i– i don’t mean to doubt you, or question you-” beomgyu cuts you off with a peck on your lips, another on your tear-stained cheek, and a final kiss on your forehead. “i meant it, and i meant it when i said there’s only you.”

he averts your eyes when he says this, bashful even if it’s not the most outrageous thing he’s said tonight. “to be honest, i stopped seeing other people a few months after we started fucking.”

“what? since when?” you gape. “you were always bragging about your roster! what the fuck?” although you sound upset, your cheeky smile screamed how overjoyed and satisfied you were. “when you came over and played a league match on my pc..” his head is low, forehead flush against your collarbone. 

“damn,” his embarrassment has you cackling. through the fits of laughter, you feel beomgyu’s shy smile against your collarbone, voice small as he defends himself. “stop… just to humble you, you were really bad. i just thought about how i would die happy if i saw you on my desk chair everyday.”  

beomgyu finally lifts his head to look at you dead in the eyes. “you’re so romantic, beoms. i didn’t know you had it in you!” you tease, overcome with some form of cuteness aggression that has you pulling at his cheek. your fingers stay there, toying with the flesh. “i love you too.”

“i know,” he replies confidently, tongue peeking out of his mouth. you pull at his cheek harder, his face moving along to the side with a yelp. beomgyu places his own hand over your own, bringing your hand down between you both. he tightly clasps your hands together, locked between the gaps of your fingers like puzzle pieces. he looks like a fool in love (he is); goofy smile making his cheeks swell up that his normally wide eyes turn into crescents. “should we go home then, girlfriend?”

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