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boba-beom · 10 months ago

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evie my heart fell (for beomgyu) but also for your writing, it was written so prettily :(

from beomgyu indirectly saying it’s for his crush and then for you to hear it at the concert?! gosh that feeling of him looking your way as he sings it to so many people :’) it makes my heart flutter 🥰 and the way reader had to think abt having to share their beomgyu 😔🫶🏼

also peach eyes 😭 this is gonna be something I associate with the song whenever I listen to it! this is literally going to have my sobbing when I watch his wonder performance too. everything’s starting to remind me of beomgyu but I’m far from complaining 🥹

can I just say, my favourite parts were, “I owe you a date for making you cry.” and, “please let me keep writing for you.” “I’ll write for you forever if you let me.”

peach eyes *ੈ 🍑⸝⸝ ༘⋆ choi beomgyu

now playing 𝄞₊⊹ peach eyes - wave to earth

⋆ pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader

⋆ summary: beomgyu's love songs have always only had one muse, and he thinks it's high time you start getting credit for that

⋆ genre/themes/warnings: fluff, pining, gyu is in a band, f2l, public confession

⋆ word count: 1.3k

a/n: THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD LMAO i wrote this in like an hour or so bc i could not stop yapping about fanlive wonder beomgyu he can save me any day!!!! . and um well i was also thinking abt beomgyu being w2e coded so this is the result of my delusions (im insannenenne) ANYWAY ENJOY BC I DEFINITELY ENJOYED WRITING THIS

“oh, when’d you write this one, beomie?”

beomgyu has endless entries in his journal dedicated to you. he can't find the words to describe you normally, but as the muse to all his songs, only his lyrics can ever portray the beauty he sees in you.

you get the privilege of hearing his songs in their most raw. it’s his way of being completely vulnerable with you, sharing the pages of his journal that not even his band members have seen. secretly, he hopes you catch on and realize that these flowery words are not from his reimaginations of romance movies. no – they’re all about you.

that’s what’s happening right now. you’re sprawled out on his bed, flipping through his journal as if it wasn’t his most prized possession, while he sat on his desk trying to work through his audio files. your eyes scan through the page, titles scribbled all over until you find the one left untouched called ‘peach eyes.’

“just a week ago or something. i think the guys want to play it on our next gig,” his chair swivels towards you as he asks for your opinion. beomgyu appears nervous, even if it is just the two of you in his room – an occurrence that has become part of his weekends ever since you met. he’s trying to gauge your reaction, following the direction of your stare on his notebook. “what do you think?”

“hmm, well…” you turn to beomgyu, head tilted in thought. “i’d have to hear it for a full review, don’t you think?” your voice comes out teasing, accompanied by a grin that makes beomgyu want to whip out his guitar and play the song for you as many times as you want, any time of day. if you called at three in the morning, he would still say yes.

but choi beomgyu has bigger plans for this one particular song. so while it pains him to see your pouting, he surprisingly says no.

this is the first time beomgyu has ever refused to play a song for you in the time that you’ve become his songwriting confidant. you know he’s always valued your thoughts, which makes you wonder why he’s suddenly closed off about this one specific song. a love song, at that.

you audibly gasp, exaggerating your reaction to his rejection. “did you… maybe… get a crush, beomie?” he blinks repeatedly, taken aback by your question. “is that why you won’t play it for me? is it just for them?”

“you’re silly,” he laughs it off. “i’m saving it for the show.. but i guess, you’re not exactly wrong.”

“i guess i’ll have to come watch to hear it, huh?” you shut his notebook before sitting up. “my days as your first listener are over.” his laughter echoes throughout the room, and you can’t help but grin at how you make him brighten up. whoever he has his eyes on will definitely enjoy hearing not only the melodies he writes, but the ones that naturally flow when he speaks. beomgyu’s voice enchants you in every which way, even when he says something stupid.

or ominous. like how he smiles mischievously, shrugging and says, “whatever you think, babe.”

*ੈ 🍑⸝⸝ ༘⋆

today’s the day.

beomgyu’s band is playing at an outdoor festival today, and you made it a point to be in front-row of the crowd. you always joke about how you’ll have bragging rights for being one of his earliest fans when he starts hitting it big. for some reason, though, today, you’re scanning through people more often than usual. maybe you’ll meet ‘peach eyes’ in this show, and you’ll have to share your bragging rights (and your beomgyu) with someone else.

swallowing thickly, you try to shake that odd feeling off your chest. you see the staff cleaning up from the last set and taking out a stool to put in the middle of the stage. beomgyu’s band has performed a few songs already, and as far as you know, this next one must be one of their last in the setlist.

the sun has faded into the skyline; a mesh of purple and pink illuminates the stage as you see beomgyu come out. he looks disheveled from the intensity of the other songs, but in his white button-up, rolled up sleeves, and brown hair hovering over his eyes, you think it’s the most charming he’s ever looked.

you’re proven wrong once you see him prop himself on the stool and reach out for his electric guitar, donning a smile that knows he looks alluring to every person in the crowd. for beomgyu, he only hopes it works on you.

“how’s everyone tonight?” he speaks into the mic, cradling the guitar to his chest. “this next song is a new one. i haven’t played it for anyone yet, but there is someone tonight that i hope likes it more than anyone else..”

“mostly because this song is about them,” the crowd is oozing excitement and curiosity. beomgyu laughs and prepares himself for the performance, but not before he scans the crowd quickly and finds you. his eyes are looking straight into you as he speaks tenderly, an affection saved for you, “you’ll know who you are, right?”

you’re not foreign to the feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you hear beomgyu sing and play his guitar.

you shouldn’t be so flustered. not when he’s played for you in his bedroom, where your legs have rested on top of each other as he wrote lyrics; where he’s sat you on his lap and rested his hand on yours while trying to teach you the chords to your favorite song; where he’s sang you to sleep.

tonight, though, in the vast space of the field and grandeur of the stage, it feels like his bedroom again with the way he doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he sings into the mic. like you were the only two people there.

its on the moonlight how many songs i write you’ll be my sunlight how could i not rely on you peach eyes

hearing the lyrics with his voice changes the meaning of the song entirely to you. reading a love letter will always be different to hearing someone profess their love to you, and it seems like beomgyu is doing exactly that. the sunset makes him look otherworldly; like a prince has come to ask for your hand.

your eyes are watering as you recall all the other songs he’s played for you. more than that, you remember the loving gazes and gentle touches he’s saved for you each time you enter his room and hear a new world of romantic metaphors and thoughtful harmonies. all about you. all for you.

by the time beomgyu finishes his performance and sets his guitar back on the stand, your tears have gone down your face. beomgyu laughs affectionately, cooing from the stage. he takes the mic and looks your way again, “i owe you a date for making you cry, but i’m glad you liked the song.”

you don’t expect beomgyu to move away from the stage, but he’s coming down from the steps and making his way to your part of the crowd until he’s right in front of you. he could give less shits about the barricade between you as he takes you into a warm embrace, letting you bury your tear-stained face on his shoulder and gently caressing your hair.

he moves the mic away from his mouth and whispers to you, “please let me keep writing for you,” he pulls away and tucks a hair behind your ear. “i’ll write for you forever if you let me.”

how could you possibly say no to that?

#this was so pretty #this is all I want in life #but i’m the simp #and I’m most likely so play my guitar and write my future crush a song #evie ᡣ𐭩 #my313 ᡣ𐭩 #[ 🔖 ] — fic rec.#[ 🎐 ] — miss gyu q.#beomgyu fluff #finally got round to reading this

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taegimood · 5 months ago

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beomi has me tweakin lately so a slew of random thoughts:

first of all, beomgyu is fr the type to follow you into the bathroom after sex to sit in there w you while you pee 💀

bestfriend!perv!gyu who’s always shamelessly begging to let him finger you — “you know what they say about us guitar players 😏” “wtf gyu” “🫠” — and one day when you finally agree he’s just sat there like 👁️👄👁️ before quickly scrambling up to go sit at his desk and trim his nails until they’re perfectly short and won’t hurt you (you laugh at him but he ends up giving you the best fingering of your life) and the rest is history. from then on, it’s like a routine; watching a movie on the couch? beomgyu is there with his face buried between your legs. making something in the kitchen? he’s stood behind you with an arm around your front, knuckle-deep in your pussy. feeling tired and need to sit down? just sit on his face instead and kill 2 birds w one stone! <3

beomgyu who loves it messy, loves to eat your pussy like a starved man, wet and sloppy and shameless as he keeps his mischievous eyes locked on yours as you fall apart; loves holding you down on his face and using his hands on your ass to grind your dripping pussy all over his tongue, grinning up at you breathlessly when you have to literally pull his hair to hold his head away from you as you force him to come up for air. and gyu loooves when he gets you drooling all over his cock, deepthroating it until there’s strings of spit and cum dripping from your lips down his shaft, and when he fucks you he loves to cum on your tummy, your tits, your ass, your face, anywhere — if he’s feeling extra freaky, even cumming onto your pussy before diving down to eat you out with it 😩 nasty nasty boy..

also thinking abt bf!gyu with his injury lately, getting so tired and discouraged, you just wanna do all the work for him.. “just relax baby.. let me make you feel good, you deserve it.” riding him until he’s a whimpering mess, so subby as he lets go and allows you to take such good care of him <3

also sometimes tries to get away w being a brat and pulls the “you can’t be mean to me cuz i’m crippled 😇” card

all i’m saying is, yeonjun better be careful cuz beomgyu is out here wrecking my wrecker rn

#mj’s hard thoughts #txt #txt x reader #beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu smut #txt smut #beomgyu hard thoughts #taegimood

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biteyoubiteme · 2 months ago

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hehe i loved the beomjun!! meow ilysm for that. (yes same anon hiii)💫

so just like….what if…

taegyu thoughts.

(both nsfw and sfw:))

sfw/nsfw taegyu x reader thoughts

taehyun x reader x beomgyu

warnings: 🔞!!! throuple/poly, no mxm, oral (f!rec), choking (f!rec), fingering, prob forgot some sorry

wc: 0.4k

an: YAY i’m so glad you liked the beomjun x reader thoughts! and i’m so glad you came back to ask about taegyu bc their energy omg- I hope you like this one too!

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I think both of them lean into quality time and physical touch. The three of you could spend hours leaning back against the headboard of your bed, gyu strumming to his guitar, taehyun humming along. The two of them playing around with song ideas. The perfect soundtrack for your studying. beomgyu stealing your pens to show you how he can twirl them between his fingers. taehyun distracting you with a little magic trick, pen gone with the excuse of, “Well I guess you just have to do your work later,”

Both of them are heavy into napping and will curl up with you anywhere they can. taehyun wraps his whole body around yours, face always pressed into your neck. Beomgyu loves to fix your hair and will fall asleep petting/patting your head.

The three of you are having arm wrestling competitions to choose who gets to pick dinner. It's a very biased way to decide but fun nonetheless. Taehyun never lets beomgyu win, beomgyu never lets you win, taehyun always lets you win.

Lots of cheek kissing, if you give one of them a cheek kiss the other needs one. The second you pull away from taehyun, gyu is next to you with his finger pointing right where he wants you to place your lips. Linked arms with you in the middle when you're waiting in line for something. Both of them love to hold your hands. The three of you walking linked together when weaving through crowds.

And the hand holding never stops. The best time is when you're sitting on taehyuns face, your knees digging into the mattress while gyu holds your hands. Long fingers laced with yours, the grin on his face showing off his teeth as he chuckles at every little reaction you have to taehyun sucking your clit. Loves to watch the way your eyes roll back, arms trembling as your grip tightens on his hands. beomgyu will keep you seated even after cumming, fingers around your neck as you grind down on taehyuns mouth, his humming approval going straight up your spine.

“Going stupid over a little stimulation, I'm sure he's not even doing that well,” beomgyu will tease, “our whiny baby looks so pretty like this,”

Both of them will argue over the right way to finger you. Tae is strictly pointer and middle finger, beomgyu middle and ring. Will go back and forth forever with you spread on the bed. Beomgyu will tug taehyuns hand from your cunt just to replace it with his own, “See, same reaction, but this way I can do this,” the heel of his palm pressed to your clit as he proves his point. They switch often not caring that you've cum three times already only about who actually got you there. “Two for me and only one for you i guess we know the winner,”

“Fuck that, give me a second and she won't even be able to talk,”

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wildernessuntothemselves · 1 year ago

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Jealousy, Jealousy... | Part 2

A/N: don't even have a summary for this. oc is in love with gyu and gyu is in love with another girl but both are virgin losers and gyu is a horndog who would let oc do what she wants to him just as long as he gets to cum.

Word count: 6.3

Genre: Smut, angst

Warnings: fem!reader, dry humping, degradation, dom!reader, sub!beomgyu, fleshlights, beomgyu being a perv and using oc's panties

You step into the apartment, hoping against hope that you won’t find Beomgyu in there. It’s been a few days since your fight, and you’ve been giving him the cold shoulder–ignoring his text messages, giving him one-word replies whenever he speaks to you, pretending you’re too busy to continue the marathon of whatever stupid show you were currently watching–and every time you do that, he’d look so heartbroken you have to fight for your life to not forgive him then and there.

But fate hates you, or maybe it was by Beomgyu’s design, because as soon as you step into the living room, you see Beomgyu on the couch, fiddling with his guitar. He looks up when he hears you enter.

You try to make a run for it, sight set on your bedroom door, but Beomgyu quickly springs up and calls your name. “Wait! I wanna talk to you.”

“Well, I don't wanna talk to you.” You mutter, bee-lining towards your room, but Beomgyu is quicker. It only takes him a couple of large steps to put himself between you and your bedroom door.

“Please!” He begs. “Just talk to me.”

“I don’t want to talk right now.” You try to push past him but he won’t budge.

“No, please, listen. I’m sorry for kissing you. I was just… I never got an A before. I didn’t think I could get an A. You know me. You know how everyone thinks that I’m so stupid. I know you think that I’m stupid. It just meant a lot to me. I was so excited to show you that I’m not always such a dumbass.”

You sigh. "I know you're not a dumbass."

“But I am. I’m such a dumbass and I’m so sorry for kissing you but please don’t leave me.”

“Leave you?” You stare at him incredulously. “Beommie, I’m not going to leave you. What makes you think I would?”

“Well you haven’t been talking to me. I thought you were done with me.” He says glumly and you laugh. “No, silly. I was just giving you the silent treatment. Never heard of it?”

"So we’re still friends?" He asks hopefully, tears in his eyes, looking like a kicked puppy.

"Of course, we are. Don't be silly." You reach out to run a hand through his hair, and he happily leans into your touch. "Okay. Promise me we'll never stop being friends. I can't lose you."

You hesitate. This is why he can’t know you’re in love with him. It would ruin you. "I promise." .

“Good.” He gives a big sigh of relief before he throws you a mischievous grin. “Are you going to come see me practice for the big gig today? I need my groupie.”

You smack his shoulder. “I’m not your groupie.”

“You can be. Maybe we can sneak off and mess around backstage.” He pulls you by the hips and rests his forehead against yours but doesn't attempt to kiss you.

"Beommie… I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?” He whines like a brat, “I won’t try to kiss you again, I promise. I'll be your good boy."

God, the things those simple words do to you. You could never have imagined the man you’ve thirsted after for years acting so needy for you, but you can’t let this go on any longer. It fucking killed you to have him kiss you, knowing it didn’t mean the same to him as it did to you. If you keep this up, you’ll only open yourself up for more hurt. You have to protect yourself.

"I just don't want us to get mad at each other again."

"We won't." He tries to reassure you, but you put a hand to his chest and push him away. "No, gyu. It was fun but we can’t do this anymore.”

He grabs your hand in his and brings it to his lips to press a kiss against your palm, making your heart flutter. "Then what's going to motivate me to do good?"

"Ice cream?" You suggest, taking your hand away, and he groans. “What’s rock and roll about that?”

You snort. “Your band name is tomorrow by together. There is nothing rock and roll about you guys.”

“Okay, ouch. Groupie invitation revoked.”

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Watching Beomgyu play his guitar is like watching magic happen. Even when he messes up or is struggling–the way he’s just so immersed and serious about his craft is so inspiring and you feel so lucky to be able to witness it.

It was a moment like this–seeing him so lost in the music–when you first realized you’re in love with him. And now, a few years later, that love has only grown stronger.

“He really is an idiot.” You hear a familiar voice next to you and look to the side to see Yeonjun also looking at Beomgyu.

“What do you mean?”

“If I had a girl look at me the way you’re looking at him, I would never let her go.” He says so casually as if he hadn’t just exposed your entire guts out to the world.

“What–-why would you–I–” You sputter, getting even more flustered at the amused look on his face. Damn him. You take a moment to recollect yourself. “Don’t be silly, Yeonjun. We’re just friends.”

“Are you? Then how come you won’t go out with me?”

You roll your eyes. “Have you ever considered that you just might not be my type?”

He raises an eyebrow at you, looking at you like he doesn’t believe it for a second. “Oh, please, I’m everyone’s type. What, you don’t like tall, handsome men? Lead singers? Really talented lovers?”

You suppress the blush his last comment intended to entice in you. “I already told you. I can’t go out with a guy who will flirt more with his fans than me.”

“Aw, are you jealous, baby? You know I can clean my act up for you.” He moves to get closer to you, his hand reaching out to wrap around you, when suddenly Beomgyu steps in between you two. “Leave her alone, Yeonjun.”

“Why? She likes it.” Yeonjun grins, sending you a wink, and you stick your tongue out at him, making him laugh. Yeonjun tries to reach out to mess up your hair in revenge, but Beomgyu intercepts him.

“No, she doesn’t. Now, leave.”

“Alright. Alright. Chill. I’ll leave for now but if you’re not gonna snatch her up then don’t blame me for trying.” He sends you a wink, making you blush. “See you later, doll.”

You bite your lip, staring at the ground to try to get your blush under control. You don’t like Yeonjun like that. Well, at least not near as much as you like Beomgyu, but you still can’t help the effect he has on you. He’s just so charming, and if you hadn’t been so absolutely in love with Beomgyu, you would’ve definitely been under him long ago.

“You really shouldn’t encourage him.” Beomgyu says irritably, “You know he’s a manwhore.”

You shrug. “I know but it’s still nice to have a man’s attention.”

“Hey, you have my attention.” He protests, and you stay silent, giving him a cryptic look.

“What?” He narrows his eyes at you, and you shake your head, dispelling any stupid thoughts of confessing your undying love for him. “Nothing. It’s just not the same. You’re my best friend. He could be something more.”

“Oh.” Beomgyu steps back, frowning. “Um…okay. I understand that, but do you really need it from Yeonjun? I just… he’s my bandmate, you know?”

“I know.” You say, even though you really don’t. Why should that matter? “But he’s sweet and charming–”

Beomgyu groans, cutting you off. “Please. Anyone but Yeonjun.”

“Beomgyu—”

“Please.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine.”

You don’t know why it matters so much to him but you honestly don’t care. It’s not like you have your eyes on Yeonjun or anyone else but Beomgyu. You’re hopeless anyway.

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You and Beomgyu have easily settled back into your old routine, pre-hooking up. Like right now, you’re cuddled up on his bed watching a movie as if nothing had ever happened–as if you’ve never touched him–as if just the feeling of his body wrapped around yours isn’t scorching your skin.

“I can’t believe we’re watching this stupid movie again.” You groan, shoveling popcorn into your mouth.

“Hey! I’ll have you know that Top Gun is one of the greatest pieces of cinema ever made.” He defends his favorite movie fiercely.

“The greatest bore ever made you mean.” You grumble and he kicks your leg. “Shut up. I don’t insult your stupid horror movies when you make me watch them.”

“You just did!” You retort, and he scoffs. “Well they’re stupid.”

“Whatever. We’re watching The Shining after this.”

“No we’re not!” He protests heatedly, and you answer back just as passionately. “Why not? We agreed we would watch one movie horribly picked by you, and another very superiorly picked by me.”

He looks down at his hands, mumbling quietly. “You know those twins freak me out. I won’t be able to sleep for a week if we watch that.”

“Aw, Beommie.” You coo, propping a finger under his chin to make him look up at you. “Well tough luck, wuss. We’re watching it.”

“I hate you.” He whines, burying his face into your neck.

Yup, all back to normal. You don’t want to cry because just the light brush of his breath against your skin sends your nervous system into overdrive. Nope. You’re all good. Just two friends watching a terrible movie.

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For a guy who just said he’s so afraid of The Shining, he won’t be able to sleep, he sure is sleeping very soundly right now.

You glare down at him. He made you sit all through that stupid movie and he’s knocked out half-way through yours. You’d wake him up and give him a severe talking to if you weren’t so incredibly, wonderfully comfortable right now. You feel so warm and toasty with his long body wrapped around you like this, and the view you have–his face resting against your chest so close you can count his eyelashes… it was heaven for you. You suppose you’ll let him sleep for a bit more.

Maybe you should get some shut-eye too. You’ve been so tired staying up all night studying for the test you took earlier this morning that you can’t help dozing off yourself, his embrace more comfortable than a bed of clouds to you.

You were feeling so fucking peaceful, the weight of sleep helping to push down all your negative feelings that you don’t even pay much attention to Beomgyu’s repeated movements at first, just chalking them up to him shifting around to try to get comfortable like you.

Sure, it was taking longer than was reasonable and he was pressing himself closer and closer to you each time, but it’s not like you were going to complain. The closer to Beomgyu, the better, right? It’s only when you feel something hard pushing up against your thigh that you realize what exactly is happening.

"Beommie, what are you doing?" You mutter sleepily.

He goes rigid and it takes him a while to respond. "...nothing."

You would have let it go if you didn’t still feel his hard cock against you. “Oh, really?” You challenge, moving your thigh up against him, ripping a deep groan from his throat. “Then what is this?”

“Okay, okay, I really missed you.” He groans, wrapping his entire body around you. “And you just felt too good against me.”

You scoff. “Have you no self control?” You ask even as you move your thigh against his cock.

“No.” He admits, full on humping you. “Just need you.”

“Beomgyu…” You pretend to hesitate, not wanting to let him off the hook quite so easily, not wanting him to see how much you need him too.

“Please, baby.” He begs, voice even deeper with sleep and all husky. That was your undoing.

“Fine. You can keep going, fuck me.” You ‘finally’ relent, but the spoiled brat isn’t content with that. He tries to pull your shorts down. “Can I actually fuck you?”

“No! I meant you can fuck my thigh.” You clarify, silencing his emerging protests with your finger in his mouth. “It’s bad enough that I’m letting you hump me like a rabid dog. You don’t get more.”

“But this is so humiliating.” He whines through your finger before burying his face against your shoulder as he continues to vigorously dry hump you, miming fucking you the best he can.

"I've seen you hump your body pillow before– More times than I would have liked– This is an upgrade for you, you pervert."

"You're so mean." He whines again and you snort. "I'm helping get your virgin ass off. How am I mean?"

“You’re just so mean.” He cries, grinding fervently against you.

“And you’ve gone brain-dead again.” You laugh, “Come on, baby. Just focus on getting off. You’re almost there aren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then come on. I want to feel you cumming against my thigh. It would be really fucking sexy.” You drawl, pulling his head back so he can look at you.

“Y-yeah?”

“Yeah.” You trace a finger over his perfect lips, resisting the urge to kiss them. Fuck, now that you’ve had a taste, it’s like you’ve developed a craving to them. This is why you should have never let him kiss you. “You’re so pretty, wanna see you lose control.”

“Okay–okay… if you want it.” He stares at you deeply, and you nod.

“I really do.” You murmur, “Want you to cum all over yourself for me.”

“You’re so fucking dirty.” He growls, pushing your legs open and pressing himself between your them so he’s humping your pussy instead of your thigh.

“Hey! Bad boy!” You screech, stuttering when his cock brushes against your clit. Your hand goes out to grab him by the hair. “Bad b-boy.”

“Please, please, don’t make me let go.” He pants, his hips driving into yours roughly. “I’m almost there. Gonna cum for you, pretty.”

You hesitate at the nickname, loosening your grip.

"No, pull my hair harder. I like it when you’re rough with me."

"Now who's the dirty one?"

"I can't help it." He sucks in a sharp breath, "You drive me crazy."

Well, that makes two of you.

"Fuck, Beommie." You gasp, pulling on his hair and making him lose it. The way his cock is grinding against your clit making you reach the edge yourself. If he keeps this up, you might actually…

"Oh god, yes, yes, fuck!' He shudders and can tell by the warmth soaking his pants and the way he presses his hips snug against yours that he had orgasmed.

Oh well, so much for that.

"Did… did you cum?" He asks once he had caught his breath a bit.

"No." You admit awkwardly, a little breathless yourself, and he looks disappointed. "It's okay, I'll take care of it."

"But I wanna do it." He whines. “Let me.”

"No, Beomgyu." You refuse to let him feel how wet you are right now. He can’t know how much you want him. You can’t let him touch you because if he did, you don’t know if you would ever get enough.

"Why not?” He huffs, annoyed. “Why don't you want me to touch you? Do you find me so repulsive?"

"Don't be ridiculous.” You grit out. How very Beomgyu to be this oblivious. “You’re very handsome.”

"You clearly don't think so. Otherwise you wouldn't freak out every time I try to touch you." He snaps, “Listen, I know I’m no Yeonjun, but you don’t have to make me feel so hideous.”

“This has nothing to do with Yeonjun or you, you ass.” You lie through your teeth. "I'm just not ready to let anyone touch me yet, okay? Unlike you I’m not just looking to get my rocks off. This actually means something to me.”

“So it’s okay to meaninglessly get someone off but it’s not okay to let them get you off too?” He calls you out on your flawed logic.

“Yes.” You double down anyway, and he opens his mouth to argue but you beat him to it, realizing you need to end this discussion before you say something stupid. “See? This is exactly why I didn’t want us to hook up again. Maybe we should–”

“No, no! Fine, I’ll back off.” He puts his hands up in the air, literally backing off. “I won’t try to touch you or kiss you or do anything to you anymore. Only you can do what you want.”

“Beomgyu–”

“Please! I really don’t want this to end. It feels good being with you.” He pleads. God, he has no idea what he’s doing to you. It’s unfair that he has this much effect on you and he doesn’t even know it.

You really shouldn’t say yes. This is only going to end in disaster, if you say yes.

“Fine.”

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“I can’t do this. I can’t. I’m just going to go home.” Beomgyu exclaims, freaking out in his small dressing room. He and his band have been invited to play at one of the most popular spots in town. It’s a huge opportunity for them, and so naturally it comes with a great deal of pressure, which Beomgyu is definitely feeling.

“No! You can’t!” You intercept him, holding onto him tightly so he won’t escape. “You’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this for years! You can’t just go.”

“But I am freaking out. I am going to make a fool of myself if I go on that stage. I know I will.” He cries, looking at you with pure panic in his eyes that is actually contagious. But you fight to keep in control of yourself. You have to be the rational one for him.

“You are going to do great–”

“You don’t know that. They will hate me. They’re boo me. Oh, god, they’re going to throw things at me. I have to go. I have to–”

You grab his face and kiss him, shutting him up, and even though this time you’re prepared for the kiss, the feel of his lips still takes you off guard. There is nothing in the world that could prepare you for the electricity you feel whenever your lips touch, and this time when you hold onto him, it’s to keep yourself from falling to the ground.

“You won’t.” You tell him once you bring yourself to pull away from the kiss. Or once you run out of oxygen that is. “You’re the most talented musician I know. I know you’re freaking out right now but once you’re out there, you’re going to put on the greatest show those people have ever seen. I know you will, because you’re that good!”

“You kissed me.” He mumbles, confused.

“Well, you wouldn’t shut up.” You mutter nervously.

“Right.” He clears his throat, and it’s silent for a few seconds before he looks at you shyly. “You really think I’m the most talented musician, you know?”

“I know you are.” You say truthfully.

“Even more than Yeonjun?” He asks and you roll your eyes. “Even more than Yeonjun.”

He grins widely, triumphant. “Okay. I will go out there and show those fuckers how it’s done.” He says confidently, taking a step towards the stage before he quickly doubles back. “But before I go… another kiss for good luck?”

Oh god, you’re being put through hell and you have no one to blame but yourself.

“Don’t get used to this.” You roll your eyes, pulling him into another kiss.

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Beomgyu does amazing. Maybe it’s the stage lights, maybe it’s the sway of the music, maybe it’s the energy of the crowd, maybe it’s how happy he looks up there–but you’ve never been so in love with him. And so proud, and so amazed, and so bewitched.

And it seems everyone around you thinks the same. The crowd absolutely went wild for him and his band. They cheered loudly after every song. They hooted and clapped whenever one of the boys interacted with them. They enthusiastically answered their questions and followed their requests. It all went so well, you just know this gig has secured them many more in the future, and you like to think that you helped in your own way, by keeping the lead guitarist from running away before the concert.

Said guitarist grabs you and hauls you off the ground in a suffocating hug as soon as he sees you backstage. “Did you see that? Did you hear how loudly they cheered for us?”

“So loudly I think one of my eardrums has ruptured actually.” You laugh, making a show of pulling at your ear. “You guys did so amazing, Beommie! The band absolutely blew everyone away!”

“Who cares about the band? I rocked!” He shakes you excitedly.

“Yes, you did.” You easily give in to him fishing for compliments. He deserves it. “You were the star of the show. I heard so many people around me–”

“Oh my god.” Beomgyu gasps, staring at something behind you.

“What?”

“It’s Haeun.”

You look back to see the devil herself. “Oh.”

“Beommie!” She greets him enthusiastically, coming over. Beommie? That’s your nickname for him. You’re the only one who calls him that!

“You did really well.” She enthuses, making him puff his chest out like a goddamn rooster. “Y-you l-liked it?”

“Of course, I did. I always knew you’re so talented.”

You can’t help the snort that escapes you, and they both look at you, Beomgyu mortified and Haeun unimpressed. “Sorry, something was stuck in my throat.” You mutter, wishing the ground would swallow you up right about now.

“Anyways,” She rolls her eyes at you then pins him with a flirty look so thick you think you could actually suffocate on it “What I was saying is that you looked really good up there.”

He gulps, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She coos, stepping closer to him and running her hand down his arm through his sleeveless shirt until she reaches his hand and pulls it up, playing with his fingers. “You really know how to finger those strings, huh? I wonder if the guitar is the only thing you can play?”

Once again, you can’t keep in the noise of disgust that came from deep within you, but this time neither Beomgyu nor her pay any attention to you.

“Uh—well—I–” He stutters dumbly. Typical.

“Why don’t you and the band come to the party I am hosting Friday? Maybe you can show me those moves up close?” She winks at him.

“Hell y-yeah. I’ll be there.” He chokes out and she smiles widely. “Great. See you then.” She leans in to press a kiss to his cheek and you almost reach out to scratch her eyes out but you contain yourself.

She gives you one last snobby look before throwing her hair back and walking off. Beomgyu stares after her, dazed. "Am I crazy or did she just flirt with me?"

“Come on, Beomgyu, apes are more subtle than her.” You grumble, the fire of jealousy consuming your insides. “Anyways, you know she’s only doing this because you’re becoming successful, right? She always treated you as a loser before, never giving you the time of day, but now suddenly that you gain a shred of popularity, she starts liking you?"

"Oh." He pauses for a second, and you reach out to pat his back, wishing to comfort him, when he breaks into a huge grin. “So what you’re saying is that I’m popular and she likes me? Awesome!”

“Ugh.” You storm away, followed behind by a confused Beomgyu.

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“Since I did really well today, don’t I deserve a reward?” Beomgyu grabs you as soon as you’re back at your apartment, pulling you flush against him and trying to kiss you.

Now, you would have loved to give in. That kiss you shared earlier still tingles at your lips, but not after what he did. The nerve of him after slobbering all over another woman in front of you!

“Wait until the party, maybe she’ll give you your reward.” You push him away, disgusted at the thought of it. But Beomgyu continues proving to you why he easily wins the title of least aware person in the entire universe. “But I want my reward now.”

“God, Beomgyu, you really know how to turn a girl on.” You growl, shoving him out of your way. “Go to sleep.”

"What's your problem?" You hear him ask before you slam the door shut.

You rip your clothes off–band merch you wore to support the idiot–and put on a long shirt. Which as soon as you settle under the covers, you discover actually belongs to him, his scent all over it and drowning you in unwanted feelings.

You don’t care that she came on to him. You don’t care that she invited him to her party. You don’t care that he’ll probably go and she’ll make a move on him and he’ll fall deeper in love with her and she’ll have him all wrapped around her finger and–

Okay, you care. You care too much. You can’t handle the thought of it any longer, but you can’t reveal your real feelings. It will be the end of you. No, you have to bottle it all down.

‘You can’t let it show.’ You think to yourself as you curl into a ball, shutting out the outside world and even your own memories, trying to just be claimed by sleep.

But the world isn’t that fair, and through your curled form you can hear the sound of Beomgyu moaning out. You can’t quite hear what he’s saying but you’ve heard him enough times to know exactly what he’s doing.

You bet he’s thinking of her. You bet he’s imagining fingering her. You can’t allow that. Not while you’re lying here breaking over him.

You throw the covers off you and storm to his room, bursting the door open.

“Hey!” He cries out, trying to cover his junk.

You roll your eyes. “It’s just me. No need to freak out.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I heard you from my room.” You say plainly. “You weren't exactly subtle. Now let me see.”

“But I thought you–”

“Do you want it or not?”

He only hesitates for a second, the whore, before he throws the blanket away. You roll your eyes, getting onto the bed and grabbing his dick, pumping it in your hand. He immediately flops back, relaxing into your touch. “Oh god, I needed this.”

"Yeah? Got all horny from the way everyone was eyeing you up? You know you really gave Yeonjun a run for his money with how slutty you were acting." You mutter bitterly. Yes, you enjoyed the show, but it wasn’t only Haeun eyeing him up.

Beomgyu glares at you. "Can we not talk about him while you're fisting my cock?"

“Whatever.” You brush him off, focused on something else right now. "So, thinking of fucking any of your new fans?"

“Hmmm.” He mumbles, and you can see from the way his eyes have gone all glazed that he’s not paying attention. “You. I really wanna fuck you.” He thrusts into your hand, whining.

"You wish."

"I really do." He breathes out, and your own breath stutters. Man, this is dangerous but you can’t stop. You speed up your movement, making Beomgyu wince.

“Wait, dry, dry, hurts.” Beomgyu whines at the chafing feeling, and you almost feel bad for him if it weren’t for his next words. “Why don’t you put it in your mouth to get it wet?”

You snort, seeing right through him. “You’re not slick, gyu.”

“But it really is dry.” He pouts, making a show of expressing his pain as you continue to jerk him off, and you sigh, removing your hand. “Where is your lube?”

“In your mouth.” He replies like a smartass and you pin him down with a glare. “I can always stop, you know?”

“Okay, okay, it’s in the drawer.” He gives up, pointing to his bedside cabinet, and you quickly look away from his adorable pout, knowing if you look at it too long you’d just give him everything he wants.

“What the fuck is this?” You pause in your tracks once you open up the drawer.

“What?” He asks, a confused look on his face that quickly turns to horror once he sees what you’ve fished out of the drawer.

You hold up a fleshlight and a pair of panties silently, waiting for him to explain. Panties that you know too well, your own fucking panties in fact.

“I can explain.”

“Yes, please. Explain to me how you’re such a massive pervert who steals his best friend’s panties so he can jerk off with them.”

“You’re not just my best friend.” He protests lamely and your stupid heart swells up against your best efforts, only for him to smash it to pieces again. “We mess around and you get me so horny, I can't help but imagine what you'd feel like. But I know you don't want that so I had to get creative."

Well, it’s still a compliment, right? He’s jerking off with your panties, not hers. Then again, you’re his roommate and he has easier access to your underwear.

You throw the items at him. “Show me what you do with them.”

"But I don't wanna… I want you." He whimpers, leaning towards you and trying to kiss you.

"Tough luck.” You hiss, pushing him away. “I want to see."

He groans, grabbing the lube and squirting a generous amount onto the toy before pushing it in with his fingers… in and out, in and out.

Okay, that bitch may have had a point about his fingers.

"Get to it already." You snap, mouth dry.

"I'm just getting it ready, sheesh." He mutters, finally lining the toy up with his cock before moving it down his length.

"Oh…" He sighs, head falling back as the toy takes his cock.

"Feels good?" You whisper, and he nods, pulling the toy off with a wet sound, taking a second to catch his breath before pushing it down again.

"God, you're pathetic." You mutter, more to yourself than to him. You're so fucking turned on right now, you’re sure you’re more wet than that fucking toy. "Fucking a plastic pussy because you can't get laid?"

"You wanna volunteer to f-fuck me instead?" He grits out but it sounds more like a moan with how much he's struggling to not succumb to the pleasure.

“Is that what you think about when you're fucking yourself?" You ask and he hesitates, the toy slipping off his cock.

God, his cock looked so good–so hard and glistening and thick. You wanna throw that stupid toy away and take him instead… but you can't. So you grab the hand he has holding the toy and make him move it to his cock again.

He gasps as you push it back down. “Ah…y-yeah. Think about fucking you all the time.”

It takes everything in you not to put your hand between your legs and rub yourself off right now. “And what do you do with the panties?”

He freezes, a deep blush dusting his cheeks. “I don’t wanna say.”

Now that just makes you want to know all the more. “You know I can always leave?” You threaten and he groans, his hips bucking into the toy. “Stop saying that. It’s not fair.”

“Show me.” You insist and he whimpers, not looking at you as he grabs the panties with his free hand and pulls them towards his face, taking a whiff off them.

“Oh my god, you freak.” You gasp, your thighs pressing together at the obscene sight.

“No, please–”

“I didn't say you could stop.” You snap when he drops his hand and stops fucking his fleshlight.

He whimpers, bringing the cloth back to his face, his tongue peeking out to lick against the fabric.

“Fuck, you’re disgusting.”

He whines again, shaking his head. “Just wanna taste you.”

You cock your head to the side curiously. “You wanna taste me?”

“Uh-huh.” He nods dumbly, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head at the thought of it. Well, who are you to deny him something he wants this badly?

You put your hand down your shorts, nearly making him choke as he watches you rub your soaking pussy a little bit to coat your fingers before bringing them out and holding them for him to see. You spread your fingers apart, showing him the strings of arousal between them. “You want this?”

He drops the panties and sticks his tongue out like a dog begging for a treat, his hips never ceasing their rutting into his toy, the sticky sound of his cock pushing in and out ringing against your ears. “Please…please…”

“Okay, quit drooling.” You mutter in disgust at the saliva falling onto the sheets below, and move your hand towards him. As soon as your fingers are within reach, he takes them fully into his touch, moaning out at the taste.

He sucks them off, his tongue licking up any juices in between your fingers until there is none left. Then he pants, “More…sit on my face.”

You pull your hand away, your pussy quivering at the thought but you don’t let it show. “No way. You don’t deserve it.”

“Why not? I’ve been good. Haven’t I been good?”

‘Not when you’re thirsting over her.’ You think to yourself bitterly.

“Please.”

“I said no.” You shut him down, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun of your own. Finally giving into the temptation, you slip a hand into your shorts as you watch him continue to fuck his toy.

Beomgyu groans out loud. “Oh, come on. Now you’re just teasing me.”

“How am I teasing you?” You grin, rubbing your clit as you watch him lose it over you. Yeah, this is why you continue to do this. This will be your undoing.

“You know how much I wanna touch you. Just come on up and sit on my face.”

“No.”

“Please. I can make you feel better than your fingers can. Just give me a chance.”

“Oh please, you’re a virgin, Beomgyu. I know you have no experience. I’m better off fucking myself.” You laugh at him.

“Yes, I do. Look at this.” He leans forward, pressing his fleshlight against the bed and fucking into it.

“Is that how you imagine fucking me?”

“Yeah–you always take it so well.”

Fuck, he really knows how to get you going.

You shake your head. “Well I’m not a plastic toy for you to hammer your dick into. I need to feel pleasure too.”

“Then teach me.” He cries out desperately. “You can make me do whatever you want. I won’t say no.”

“Are you whoring yourself out to me?”

“Yes. I’m your whore.” He agrees, his dick thrusting wildly into his toy, and you in turn pushing your fingers into yourself and matching his pace, pretending he’s fucking you. “Just please do something. I’m going to burst.”

“But I want you to burst, baby.” You lean closer to him, brushing your nose against his. “I like how pathetic you look cumming on yourself or in a pocket pussy. You’re such a fucking loser.”

He’s nearly gasping at this point. “Come on, please. Wouldn’t having my cock inside you feel so much better than your fingers? Just pin me down and use me the way you like. I don’t mind.”

He’s driving you fucking crazy. You’re one second away from breaking. And maybe you would have, if he hadn’t kept talking.

“Just need to feel a real pussy.”

How does he always do this? He always ruins it for himself, always reminds you that you’re just a pair of tits and a warm pussy for him. Not who he really wants, just what’s available.

You sigh heavily, taking your fingers away from your pussy. “I’m getting bored. If you don’t blow your load now, then you can do it by yourself.”

“No, no. I can do it. I’m a good boy.”

“Yeah? Are you a good, pretty slut who cums on command?” You mock him, but he doesn’t care. He wants it too bad.

“Yeah. Just–just give me a kiss.” He pleads, and seeing your face, he quickly adds. “Just a kiss and I’ll empty my balls out for you.”

Well, it’s not like this would be the most egregious mistake you’ve ever made. You’ve already kissed him. Might as well get this over with and go back to your bed so you can wallow in how you’re nothing but a warm body to him.

“Fine.” You press your lips against his and he immediately opens his mouth, his tongue licking your lips, trying to push inside. You let him, wrapping your lips around his tongue and sucking on it before brushing against it with your own tongue. Meanwhile, you sneak your hand between you, taking control of the fleshlight and pumping it rapidly over his sensitive cock, not even giving him a chance.

“Do it then. Now.” You demand, your lips still connected together with a thick string of saliva. “Oh god, oh my god, cumming, cumming baby.”

He kisses you again, muffling the noises of his climax against your mouth, and you take every bit of it like you can never get enough.

But eventually he pulls back, his high over and not needing you anymore.

“God, that was crazy.” He says at last.

“Yeah. Learned a lot about you and what you like to do behind closed doors.” You mutter, and his eyes widen.

“Listen, it’s not–”

“It’s not what I think, I know. You’re just a pervert who needed some help getting off. I get it. But next time you take one of my panties, I’m breaking your arms.”

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A/N: well I think there is one more chapter or at most two left of this series. kind of a short one. what are we thinking so far? always open to hear ideas. i just thought of an ending but i'd love to hear from you guys. maybe i'll be inspired

Taglist: @wonwooz1 @yaorzu-blog @allylikesdabee @rkivezzs @malieno @leviathanlee26 @yomomas-stuff @kurisaiyunobara @girlwholovekpop

this was just a provisional taglist as i don't usually do one. it's just a few people have specifically asked to be tagged so there you go

#txt smut #beomgyu smut #dom!reader #sub!idol #tomorrow x together smut #fem!reader

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bee-the-loser-recs · 6 months ago

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~~☼ My Beomgyu One-shot Fic Recs ☼~~

𖤓 I know I love you By @universecorp 6.2k, non-idol au, shitty family situations, kind of running away, fluff, smut, angst, friends to lovers, stoner Beomgyu, physical & verbal abuse

𖤓 Lyrically bound By @beomgyucoded 17.3k, Rockstar!Beomgyu, songwriter!reader, university au, rare soulmates au, fluff, multiple soulmate links, suggestive, strangers to lovers, dream links

𖤓 Let me teach you By @beomgyucoded 2k, established relationship, being taught the guitar, fluff, slight suggestiveness, making out, teasing

𖤓 Totally unlabelled kisses By @heart2beom Friends to lovers, mutual pining, teetering the line between friendship and lovers, fluff, comedy, denial of feelings

𖤓 Call you later By @heart2beom 3k, best friends to lovers, silly bets, trying to pick up numbers, Soobin being Beomgyu's friend, slight mentions of Soobin x reader, fluff, jealousy

𖤓 Soft launching with Beomgyu By @enluv SMAU, posting couple pictures to soft launch their relationship, fluff, reader is friends with Chae & Jisung, Beomgyu is friends with Heeseung and IN, relationship reveals, flirting

𖤓 Every time you're near me, my heart begins to race By @wonustars 4.1k, college au, enemies to lovers, cat and dog dynamic, being in denial about feelings, smut, slight fluff, teasing

𖤓 Lazy Kitty!reader x Energetic Puppy!Beomgyu By @wildernessuntothemselves Hybrid au, smut, cat reader, dog Beomgyu, slight fluff, discussions of another hybrid, heat mentions

𖤓 She was an angel, he did video games By @blue-jisungs 618, established relationship, fluff, Beomgyu & TXT playing video games, being asked to quiet down, cuddles, struggling to sleep

𖤓 Nap of a star By @blue-jisungs Drabble, taking a nap on your "friends" lap, fluff, everyone can see it, towing the line between friends and lovers, talking about confessions

𖤓 Sweet By @wave2tyun 557, established relationship, cute, really soft, fluffy, saying I love you to one another, Gyu is whipped for reader

𖤓 In the dark By @acidsoju 3.8k, roommates au, smut, slight fluff, the lights going out, Beomgyu is scared of the dark, comforting one another, mentions of mutual friend Kai, feelings

𖤓 Festival By @acidsoju 7.7k, college au, slice of life, romance, fluff, guitarist!Beomgyu, college festival, working at a bar/cafe, slight suggestiveness

𖤓 Kids' Café By @acidsoju 1.6k, Idol Beomgyu, day-care owner reader, strangers to lovers, romance, fluff, reader interacts with kids a lot, kissing

𖤓 Kai exposes y/n’s ‘crush’ on Beomgyu in the groupchat By @wooyukh SMAU, secret relationship, 'exposing' of feelings, meddling friends, teasing, fluff, group chats

𖤓 Taehyun exposes Beomgyu’s crush on y/n in the groupchat By @wooyukh SMAU, confessions, exposing friend's crushes, meddling friends, pining, down bad Beomgyu, fluff, group chats

𖤓 While I fuck you straight By @hyewka 5.1k, unspecified au, friends with benefits, getting over a break up, smut, slight fluff, kind of fuck boy Beomgyu, best friends

𖤓 Fetish By @hyewka 4.9k, Yeonjun x reader x Beomgyu, friends to ???, slight drunk hooking up, college au, childhood friends, implied reader & Yeonjun have feelings for one another

𖤓 Hey Emo Boy! By @koqabear 9.4k, opposites attract trope, kind of friends to lovers, fluff, smut, reader dresses like a Bimbo & works at Claire's, Beomgyu works at Spencer's & is in a rock band, piercings

𖤓 Addicted to you By @koqabear 4.7k, Taehyun x reader x Beomgyu, unspecified au, poly situation, established relationship, V dynamic (reader dates both, they aren't dating one another), smut, slight fluff, returning from a trip abroad

𖤓 Attention By @koqabear 5.8k, rockstar au, Yeonjun x reader x Beomgyu, established relationship between Yeonjun and reader, smut, pwp

#bee's recs #bee's navigation #txt fic recs #txt fics #txt x reader #txt imagines #txt fluff #txt smut #tomorrow x together imagines #choi beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu imagines #choi beomgyu fluff #choi beomgyu smut #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu smut #beomgyu imagines

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facefullofsadness · 10 months ago

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The world needs guitarist winter!! 🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥 (i die a little each time i see her with a guitar)

AGREE!!! everyday that has passed since 230225 winter playing guitar at synk hyper line in seoul for the first time has just been me trying to recover and seek guidance bc damn, she ruined my life and it's all I've been able to think about

content - rockstar guitarist!winter, best friend's sister!winter, dom!winter, includes txt members (beomgyu and yeonjun) and giselle, song references, smut (messy and wild sex, slight degradation, fingering, cunnilingus, strap-on usage, choking, breeding kink, quickies, squirting, vibrator usage, semi-public sex/voyeurism)

wc - 3122

a/n - a loaded one since it's been a while. I had sm fun writing this in general, but especially a certain part (I think u'll be able to tell when u get there), I was laughing my ass off so fking hard. also I just got a haircut that's very wolf-cut-y so it helped a whole bunch to get into writing this lol, committed to the bit!

winter's a damn good guitarist.

she's fuckinggg hotttt too when she plays and she knows it. watched a vid of her recently doing her guitar solo during girls and after the final riff she smirked at the camera and I LITERALLY COMBUSTED DEAR LORD.

anyway, I imagine her in a rock band, one with beomgyu, and they're both just the hot, wolf-cut, dark emo guitarists. you're the lead singer and front man of the band and were the reason the band formed in the first place. you were besties with beomgyu and you two wrote and composed music from time to time, always having the idea of a band as a passion project at the back of your minds.

eventually, gyu recruited his sister, minjeong. the three of you worked together diligently, recruiting yeonjun as a drummer who knew and dragged along aeri as a bassist. it was truly a dream come true, getting to pursue what you're passionate about the most with your best friend and a group of people just as enthusiastic as you were.

though, it was hard to focus with such a pretty girl like kim minjeong breathing down your neck at all times. you, beomgyu, and minjeong would primarily work together on music, usually going from the afternoon until after midnight hours. while minjeong was only a few months older than your best friend, she'd boss him around and push him to go home, saying it was late and that their mom needed to see at least one of them to know they were okay. he'd groan and complain about it, especially since you and him were the main collaborators for songs and were the best when you were together, but she'd always promise to take good care of you, whatever that meant (huehuehue).

beomgyu cares more about you as a little sister than he does his own sister so when he gets confirmation that she'll take care of you, he accepts it and goes home early, leaving you and minjeong in the studio alone. you bite your lip as you watch the door close, your friend leaving you behind with her.

"just you and me now, huh pretty?" the girl leans into you on the couch.

you shift uncomfortably at the close proximity and try to subtly scooch away, "uh yeah, I guess so... we should try to finish this arrangement before we get out of here."

you try your best to compose yourself and act professional, hearing minjeong's deep chuckle next to you, "alright then."

actually getting work done and writing some lyrics alongside figuring out the instrumental arrangement with minjeong since she's the other guitarist, besides beomgyu (also bc he left). you tell her that you get frustrated with the fact you're not that good at playing, her having asked why you don't just make the arrangements yourself. and so, she decides to teach you! well, "teach you."

placing her acoustic Silvertone on your lap and crawling up slowly behind you, her warm body pressed up against your back, the brush of her lips against your ear making you shiver. she brings her arms over and places her hands over yours, guiding them around the strings and assisting with the chords.

she whispers deep and raspy into your ear various instructions, "if you cover this entire fret and press down on these strings, you'll get the F Barre chord. it's a little difficult but nothing you can't manage, right princess?"

"the placement kinda hurts..." you complain, feeling the burn of the metal strings against your skin.

"it'll be a little painful when you start, but with practice you'll get better. you have to press down harder than that though," her pressing your fingers down harder against the nylon strings.

whining softly at the pain, making her lips come closer to your ear, "come on baby, you can do it, a little pain goes a long way. I know you can handle it."

a chill runs down your spine at her words, proceeding to repeatedly attempt to strum the chord correctly until the sound was full.

"good girl, it wasn't that bad right?" you turn to face her, her lips just centimeters away from yours.

your breath picks up at her proximity and a smirk tugs at her lips, moving her face into your neck and hotly sighing against it.

"how badly do you want it, hm? how badly do you want me to fuck you like a rockstar?"

your grip on her guitar tightens as her mouth trails around your neck, gasping when you feel her tongue drag across slowly.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"nothing you don't want me to already, sweetheart."

you lean into her touch, moving your hand away from the body of the guitar to lace your fingers through her soft wolf-cut hair, pulling her head in further into your neck, now placing wet kisses against the skin.

you suddenly shoot your eyes open at the realization of what you two are doing and stutter, "I-I don't think we should be doing th-this... we need to finish the arrangement... and also, y-your brother, what will h-he think?"

you stumble over your words as minjeong just hums in response to, continuing to leave sloppy marks across your neck, feeling her make hickeys on parts of your skin that wouldn't be noticeable.

"we have all the time in the world to finish the song. but what about gyu? did you want him instead then?" she asks, almost threateningly, challenging you to say yes.

in response, you whimper and pull her head in further towards your neck, practically begging her not to go away.

"don't you feel ashamed letting your best friend's sister do this to you? or are you just a slut?"

you don't answer, only shut your eyes and bite your lip. minjeong doesn't like that, resulting in her hand to pull you by the hair backwards, head facing the ceiling. your eyes shot open at the contact and you see her blown pupils staring into yours.

her voice comes out low and dark, "answer me whore. tell me what you are, I wanna hear you say it."

you gulp down a lump in your throat, debating if you should listen to her or to your morals. all sense jumps out the window when she sexily raises her eyebrow at you, an expectant expression sitting on her aroused face.

fuck it whatever, she's too fucking hot, "I'm your slut, minjeong, all yours."

finishing the arrangement? what a joke! she has your legs spread wide open on the soundboard, skillful fingers pumping in and out of your squelching cunt, your head thrown back, moaning into the hot air of the studio. her one hand plunging deep into your pussy while the other one is wrapped around your waist, holding you close, keeping your thighs propped open with her body. and she's just watching you, her mouth slightly open and lips a deep dark plump red, her messy hair tousled, bangs sticking to her sweaty forehead. she loves watching how your face contorts in response to her digits curling to hit that delicious spot in your hole, hitting it repeatedly, her palm slapping against your clit with every quick thrust of her hand. the sounds of your croaky moans, wet and clenching pussy, and her heavy breathing fill the sound-proof room, the thought of productivity not even grazing either of your minds.

the pleasure built so much, you felt that knot in your stomach tighten. minjeong quickened her pace as she felt your legs start to shake around her, sensing how close you were to cumming. it was all too much and you suddenly orgasmed, crying out moans with every wave of delight that surged through your body, thighs trembling, eyes rolled back and mouth hung open, your hands gripping her shoulders for dear life. she intently watched with a lustful stare at every expression your face made while you came, memorizing how good you looked when she fucked you. pulling her fingers out and collecting every drop of cum you leaked onto her hand and wrist, licking it clean until a thin sheet of her saliva remained.

"open your fucking mouth and stick your tongue out," she demanded with a deep voice.

you obeyed and gagged, feeling her tongue shove itself down your throat, forcefully swallowing her saliva and your cum. drool seeped out the sides of your lips as she continued her onslaught in your mouth, feeling her clothed hips grind against your sensitive clit, moans slipping out of your throat in the form of gags.

she'd pull away suddenly, tongue exiting your mouth with a wet slurping noise, making you cough. "you. are. mine. remember that."

she'd remind you, running her damp fingers through her hair.

these late night escapades continued to occur with every single long session held in the studio (she definitely recorded some audios of you guys fucking for sureeee). the creative part of you wanted beomgyu to stay and help with the music, but the sinful part of you so desperately wanted him to leave as soon as possible to have his sister all to yourself. your best friend never caught on to you and minjeong, but oh, yeonjun and aeri caught on like THAT. the tension between you two was so palpable, the two older members would side eye you during practices and giggle to each other, watching the two of you eye fuck from across the room.

eventually, the band's popularity would build and proceed to skyrocket, leading to your guys' first tour. tour meant performing together, traveling together, being with each other, and ultimately, tour meant being with minjeong. and so when management would get 3 hotel rooms for you all, 1 for the boys, 1 for the girls, and well, 1 for aeri being the sleeping beauty she is, rooming with minjeong meant a few things. practicing together, writing and composing together, and sleeping together (for the girls in the back, SEX).

throwing you onto the bed as soon as you reach your hotel room, tearing your clothes off and pinning you down, sloppily kissing each other. she'd prep you by eating you out, sticking her wet muscle inside of your leaking core, caressing your walls and flicking against your g-spot. you bit down hard on the pillow, muffling your moans as her thumb covered in her saliva rubbed against your throbbing clit. her pulling away right before you came and putting on a strap-on she brought on tour (for you of course!), wasting no time in thrusting it into you.

the pillow probably did nothing to silence your screams as she mercilessly fucked you into the mattress, hand pressing down on your lower stomach to feel her cock pumping in and out of you, the tip of her dick hitting your cervix again and again, her thumb still stimulating your clit. minjeong had your back arching, your hands flew everywhere, trying to grip onto anything to ground yourself, but nothing was enough, even as you screamed and bit down on your pillow. your eyes watered and your vision blurred as she rammed into you, the dark-haired girl moving her hands to wrap around your neck, choking you, gradually adding pressure with every rough thrust. her pants eventually became moans too, loving the feeling of the side of her strap hitting that delicious spot inside of her too, slapping her clit against yours as she bottomed out in you.

"I'm gonna fucking cum in you y/n, I'm gonna knock you up, fill you up until you're leaking both of us," minjeong growls above you, lowering her face to level with yours.

you feel tears fall down the sides of your face and your throat sore from another scream ripped out of you as well as her hands around your neck as she throws the pillow in your mouth onto the floor, attaching her mouth to yours instead. you cry onto her tongue as you orgasm against her strap, toes curling and legs wrapped around her waist, nails digging into minjeong's shoulders, cum gushing out of you as you feel her cock shoot fake ropes of white liquid into you, filling you up. you feel her shake in your arms too as she cums, her pleasure leaking out onto your thighs, soaking the bedsheets. she collapses on top of you, both of you desperately gasping for air, her dick still inside of you, keeping the fake cum from leaking out.

"good thing we have another bed."

of course being on tour also meant fucking in the green room before a performance. having done interviews all morning, having a concert for the tour tonight, minjeong was so mean! she had you wear a vibrator the entire day! it would be on the lowest setting up until the interviewer would ask you a question. she would turn up the intensity and you would squirm as you tried to answer, gripping your ripped jeans, almost causing another tear. and so when you two were left alone in the green room for just a minute, she took you right then and there, your legs wide open on the sofa, her mouth stimulating your clit while she increased the vibrator's setting to max, thrusting it in and out of you.

you were screaming in pleasure, all the built up tension in your stomach finally being relieved with each pump of the sex toy in your pussy. you clutched onto her leather jacket for dear life as you came all over her face, squirting everywhere. she licked as much as she could and you both worked quickly to clean before anyone came back. your members, staff, and the fans would notice you limping around on stage that night, winter with an especially evil smirk resting on her face.

being on tour also meant getting fingered in the bathroom backstage. it's literally 10 minutes to showtime, but minjeong NEEDED to fuck you now! her calloused fingers pumping in and out of you while you reciprocated fingering her too. both of your skirts hiked up and panties pushed to the side (no safety shorts? idk this is fiction, ignore it!), moaning desperately into each others mouths as you messily and sloppily made out against the bathroom stall door. curling your fingers at the same time, biting down on her lip while her fingernails dug into your thigh at the feeling. rolling your hips against her palm to stimulate your clit, her repeating the motion and pinning you harder to the door so that your bodies were flush against one another.

screaming into each other's mouths as you came at the same time, cum dripping down your wrist. quickly cleaning one another up (with your tongues, yup) and running to your places since there was literally THIRTY SECONDS to showtime! beomgyu confusedly looking at you two in frustration, asking where you guys had been, yeonjun and aeri rolling their eyes laughing, still lowkey irritated that you guys were LITERALLY FUCKING instead of getting ready to perform smh. everyone definitely noticed the redness in both of your cheeks. winter had fingered you with her calloused hand, the dampness making it more difficult to play the chords during that show, the band noticing the change in effectivity too (how technical!).

at some point, the fans would notice the tension between you two. who wouldn't ship the lead singer with the guitarist in a band anyway right? especially when it's the hot dark wolf-cut emo guitarist winter and the stunning pretty charismatic lead singer. but of course that wasn't the only reason, you guys were soooo obvious. you're singing the flirty and seductive lyrics towards her, minjeong returning a smirk back at you and sticking her tongue out while she fingerpicks her guitar, raising her eyebrows when she does. trailing your fingertips over her bare skin in skimpy outfits they'd put her in onstage, singing the lyrics into her ears.

or literally just flat out fucking saying it. like having those soundcheck Q&As where fans would ask you questions like "if you were to date one of the members, who would you date?"

answering each other's names at the same time, causing everyone to laugh in the audience, beomgyu gagging, and yeonjun and aeri holding back laughter. minjeong following up by saying something like "I mean, it's not like it hasn't happened before." LIKE WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?

or when you and winter are in an interview and they ask what the inspiration was behind a particular song, let's say a more sexy song, and she responds first, "well, every song that we've written has influences from our own personal experiences."

the interviewer would be like, "so then is it true when you sing quote 'I might fuck your friend, I made my mind up'?"

you blush profusely and winter just dies laughing, "I'll let you guys decide that one."

"y/n, you wrote "we go for hours and it's still good" correct?" the interviewer continues.

"yes yes but the details don't really matter do they?" you nervously laugh while minjeong drills holes into the side of your head, staring at you with a playful and sinister smirk on the side.

my favorite headcanon to think about is online discourse regarding you and minjeong. your guys' new mv dropped for your latest single and there are a bunch of scenes with you and winter acting like an angsty couple in the rain, making up in the end by having an alluded to sex scene (lmao, wild if this actually would ever happen).

I just imagine twt going INSANEEE.

slut4winter: DID Y/N AND WINTER FUCK AT THE END OF THE VIDEO?!?!?

y/nonechancepls: i literally cannot defend minjeong and y/n anymore...

beomgyuswolfcut: bro, winter fr cucked her brother from y/n 😭😭

aerifuckinguchinaga: win-y/n's chemistry is a lil too real yall 💀

drumjunyeonjun: not them saying it was their fav scene to film, the closet is made out of AIR, IM SICK OF U F WORDS !!!

and of course, despite all of this, your dear bestie and minjeong's brother doesn't catch on. at times, beomgyu will be all what the fuck is going on when you two say something that has double entendre or has some sort of underlying meaning.

yeonjun usually just pats him on the back while laughing, "oh my friend, never change, never change."

aeri being such a nosy friend LOVES hearing you rant about it, chin propped up on her fist, leaning forward against the table, a cheeky grin on her face. with every spicy detail, she's always just like, "girllll, you're insane and wild, but good for you!"

a/n - like rq, through a guitarist pov, winter is so attractively good at guitar it pisses me off. also headcanon songs this band would make are like wdywfm by the neighbourhood, sex by the 1975, do I wanna know by arctic monkeys, and slow down by chase atlantic. incredibly self indulgent hc and WHAT ABOUT IT!!

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sophvilla · 8 months ago

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Little Menace ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 🧸^᪲᪲᪲

⋅˚₊‧ OT5 X Reader Series ‧₊˚ ⋅

Pairing: Husband! Beomgyu X PregnantWife Fem!reader Warning: General Fluff, Tooth-roting fluff, Written au, Pregnancy, Husband x Wife Genre: When Their Baby kicks for the First time

CHOI BEOMGYU | 범규

Beomgyu gets a little busy at times, but he does do his best to make time for you, especially when your pregnant with his first born.

Whenever He’s at home he brings in your weird cravings and stuffs you need even though he calls out your weird combination of cucumber and mayo, He still is there for you whenever you have a hormonal breakdown you keep having throughout the whole pregnancy.

While you blame on your husband that it’s his fault that your body is changing and getting fat, to which he clearly he refers,

“ Yes baby it's my fault that your body is transforming into a healthy safe place for our little buddy and turning you into a goddess but don’t you dare call yourself fat!! You look absolutely breathtaking as everyday passby and look I also have a baby belly”

In addition to that, He loves hanging out with you together with his group of friends as it kind of puts him at ease, knowing that you're accompanied by those people you’re comfortable to be with.

Today, He was doing some of his usual works in the studio while working on some guitar strings? Chords ? Anyways.

While you sat at lounge chatting and laughing with the other guys right outside of studio when suddenly you felt a kick at your lower abdomen causing you to gasp and telling huening kai to call Beomgyu right now.

No fiber of his being expected his youngest friend to burst into the room, grin filling his face, as he urgently call him, "Beomgyu hurry !! you have to see what just happened!"

With no hesitation, he abandons the followers and quickly follows the boy. he asks him, voice laced with concern, "is y/n okay? did something happen?"

His ‘ stupid friend ’ just giggle as they finally near your room. Kai speak up, "she is okay! but something important really did happen!"

Somehow, it sends Beomgyu more into panic, because just what happened and why is it so important to the point they had to call him?

As soon as , they are finally there, and Beomgyu wastes no time in sitting by your side, hands and eyes inspecting your body for an injury.

You giggle, "calm down, Gyu," you take his hand and guide it to your stomach, "can you feel it?"

"feel it? what do you mean-" he pauses upon the little kick against his palm. he smiles, actually grins, quietly before looking you in the eyes.

You nod with a smile of your own, while he leans down to kiss your stomach then your hand.

He rests his head against your stomach, "how are you, little buddy?"

You husband chuckles softly, "better not cause trouble for your pretty mom," his eyes lock with yours, "I hate to see her in pain or discomfort."

You roll your eyes before patting your husband's head, "you're quite the charmer, aren't you?"

"I would rather only charm you, y'know," he chuckles.

The both of you completely interrupted from your talk from the noise of gagging coming from the oldest friend of Beomgyu, Yeonjun, as He dramatically continue to gag at both of you as well as the pair of guys standing at the door way shook Their head at the oldest acting this way,

Only for Kai to pull out a camera and starts snapping a bunch of photos of the moment in front you saying he'd show this to your baby when he grows up.

Beomgyu snickers a little before teasing, “ Yeonjun Hyung, I’m starting to worry about your age these days, like seriously by the time I officially become a Dad you’d reach the age of a Grandpa, right ?"

As the oldest quirks an eyebrow at Gyu and turns towards you before saying

“ Y/n I Pray to God these days that the your child wouldn’t inherit his father traits, like I swear I can’t handle one Beomgyu already, I’m sure second one would be the death of me .”

With a soft sigh and a giggle, Beomgyu goes back to admiring you, hand rubbing circles on your stomach.

“ He’ll be just like his parents, The second Handsomest Little guy in the World, ofcourse after me !!” Beomgyu replies before receiving a smack from you and his friends.

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aprildream · 4 months ago

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well, my boyfriend's in a band

genre: smut ✰ wc: 579

tags: band au, guitarist mingyu, established relationship, accidental exhibitionism, unprotected sex, mentioned spanking

a/n: this was first inspired by red hair gyu, then revived by long hair gyu, and then revived again by glastonbury gyu. now it's finally being posted. enjoy

Dating your band-mate had its perks. One of them was the media attention.

What will happen to the band if the two of you break up?

"We'll think about it when and if it happens," you'd say whenever the interviewers asked that particular question.

The flirting, the teasing, the sexual tension - the fans loved it, ate it up, and so did you. It could be said that both you and Mingyu had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, getting off on the way the crowd went wild when Mingyu slapped your ass on stage, or when you came up behind him and lifted his shirt to expose his abs, or kissed him all filthy, or when the two of you got just a little too close during a song. It was intoxicating. The other members joked that one day you would just fuck right there on stage, and they weren't that far off.

You certainly thought about it often. Ripping Mingyu's clothes off, him bending you over an amp and just railing you, right there in front of everyone-

The familiar intro to your opening song snapped you out of your daydream and you caught Mingyu's knowing look. He winked at you with a smirk.

That was the other perk of dating a band-mate. When you were high on adrenaline after a show, you didn't have to go searching for someone to help you get rid of it, because he was already there.

The second the show ended and you were backstage, Mingyu threw you on the nearest flat surface, crashing your lips together in a heated kiss. You responded in earnest, grabbing at every part of him, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him against you, moaning when his hard-on pressed against the throbbing heat between your legs. He had lost his jacket midway through the show, giving you a chance to grope and admire his toned arms.

"Someone's really worked up," Mingyu teased.

"I want you so bad," you whispered, fisting your hands into his white shirt, damp with sweat. It had been a great show, and Mingyu had been at the top of his performance, as always. Just watching his skilled fingers play with the strings of his guitar made you needy, wishing they were playing with your pussy instead.

Now, he was so close, leaning over you, but you wanted him closer, wanted him inside.

"Yeah?" he drawled in a low voice that shot straight down to your core.

"Want you to fuck me," you went on, "want you inside."

That got him moving, reaching down to undo his pants and pulling them down enough to get his cock out. The rush of the show had gotten to him, too, because he was already hard and straining against his boxers. He only had to lift up your skirt and pull your panties to the side to expose you to him. His fingers tested your entrance and came away slick.

"Fuck, you're soaked."

"So put it in," you snapped. Watching Mingyu perform for two hours had gotten you so worked up that you had no patience for foreplay.

Your breath caught when he pushed inside in one go, walls clenching and fluttering around him. You had gotten used to his size over time, but god, he was still big. "Fuck."

There was just one thing you had forgotten about in your rush to get in each other's pants.

"Uh, guys?" Seokmin's voice came through your in-ear. You both froze, sharing a look of confusion. "Your mics are still on."

Shit.

Pop Base ✔️ @PopBase

Members of popular alternative band shock their audience with a scandalous background performance

— © aprildream. do not repost

#im not completely satisfied with this but im closing my eyes and posting it anyway #mingyu x reader #mingyu smut

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silvergyus · 1 year ago

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Bro doggy style with beomgyu would be so sexy like- imagine him taking pics of u from behind or damn recording it. I literally need a fic dedicated to it.

take a photo

pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader

summary: beomgyu likes to record when he fucks you from behind

warnings: kind of dom!beomgyu, beomgyu (consensually) photographs & records during sex, creampie, reader has a vulva, pussy slapping, mention of y/n's hair being long enough to pull, hair pulling (y/n receiving), use of "baby/ babe/ pretty girl/ good girl" for y/n

word count: 1,100+

author’s note: not sure if this is what you were looking for anon lol please enjoy my first time writing this kind of dynamic

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊

Beomgyu fucking you from behind with deep strokes, relishing in the way your pussy sucks him in. He’s big and in this position you can feel him all in your belly. He has a grip on your hip, lazily pulling you back onto his cock, hips still as he moves you back and forth. You let out a long, low moan at the feeling of being filled completely.

You can hear his smirk even before you turn to look at him chuckling quietly. His bangs fall in his face, shadowing his eyes as he looks down at you. He caresses your side and ass, still slowly pulling you back onto him. His guitar-calloused fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You whine at the sensation, your skin electric under his touch as he moves you along his hard cock once again, his personal toy to use and play with.

“Pretty girl, already so fucked out,” he says, kneading the flesh of your ass, “and I haven’t even done anything yet.” You can hear the edge in his voice as his hands push you forward until just the fat tip of his cock remains inside you. “How are you gonna act when I fuck you for real?” he taunts, hips finally moving, pushing all the way in with a sharp thrust. His hand wraps in your hair as you moan again, burying your face in the crumpled sheets to muffle the loud sounds of your pleasure. Beomgyu tugs your hair, pulling your head back and making you arch your spine. You hear the click of a shutter and see a bright flash as he snaps a photo.

He moans as the photo displays on the small screen. His hips pick up the pace, spurred on by the permanent image captured in pixels. The digital chip in this old Nikon is filled with photos just like this one.

“Gyu!” you cry out, “hnngh- it’s too much.”

“Shhh,” he shushes you, “you can take it baby; I know you can.” He continues his quick, punishing pace, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping skin and your wet cunt sucking him in.

You moan again from his words, hands gripping the sheets tightly. Beomgyu’s hand is still in your hair and he pulls it once again. His other hand moves from your hip, supporting you as he pulls you up, back pressing to his chest as he continues to fuck into you. You see the camera as he raises it high, fitting both of your bodies in frame. “Smile for the camera baby,” he says right before the flash goes off.

The image that develops is your sweat-soaked skin, hair plastered to your face- Beomgyu in a similar state as the hand that isn’t holding the camera cups your breast, holding you in place as you’re impaled on his length.

Beomgyu groans when he sees the photo in the tiny, pixelated display. He presses a wet kiss to your cheek, moaning into your ear- “so pretty baby, always so pretty for me when you're taking my cock.” His words draw a high-pitched whine from your throat and he allows you to flop back onto the bed. His hands are rough as they position your legs further apart to give him better access to your pussy. Once you’re exactly as he wants you, he snakes a hand up to again paw at your chest.

He drops the camera onto the bed, moving the hand that was holding it to your chin. “Look how pretty you are.” He turns your head towards the camcorder filming from the nightstand. You can see yourself in the grainy display. You moan loudly at the sight of you being groped and filled. Beomgyu laughs again, placing a kiss to your shoulder as he continues to pump into you.

“Can you cum for me baby? Want to see it in the movie.” He makes eye contact with you through the pixels on the screen. You nod, shivering with anticipation and the knowledge that he’ll watch you cumming over and over again.

“Good girl. Let me hear you when you cum, okay?” His hand finds your clit, neglected up until this point. You squirm when his rough fingers tease the bud. “Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes! Yes Gyu- so good!” Your voice is high and wobbly as he continues to rub your clit, his fingers dipping into your wet folds, coating them in your essence before returning to where you need him most.

His hips continue to pump into you as he chases his own high, his grunts and moans loud behind you. The dual sensations of his cock filling you completely with each thrust and his fingers finally playing with your needy clit cause you to cry out a series of broken whimpers and moans. The incoherent babbling of just your boyfriend’s name again and again as all other thoughts are driven from your mind. You can feel your high approaching rapidly, the tension building in your tummy as you race towards release.

Your cries are broken by a swift slap to your pussy- Beomgyu’s fingers landing perfectly on your clit, sending bolts of electricity through your body. Your orgasm hits you like a truck and you shake in his grasp, moaning loudly as you come undone.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Cum for me baby, right on my cock.” He moans, feeling you clench around him as your orgasm washes over you.

“Please!” you beg, “cum in me!”

Beomgyu’s rhythm falters as he cums. Burying himself to the hilt as he collapses against your back, the two of you moan in unison as he paints your walls with his hot cum. You can feel his hips stutter against your ass, chasing his pleasure for as long as possible. You clench around him and earn a low moan in your ear. Your skin is hot and sticky everywhere his body touches yours.

You lay like that for a moment as the two of you catch your breath. Your knees burn, suddenly able to feel them as you come down from your high. You wriggle your hips, signaling to your boyfriend that it’s time for him to pull out.

He pulls out of you, marveling at the white, sticky mess dripping from your swollen pussy. “You’re so hot, baby.” You hum in content, face resting against the tangled sheets.

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Later, after you're both all cleaned up, you find Beomgyu sitting at the edge of the bed, watching the video play on the tiny screen of the camcorder, the shitty speakers distorting your broken moans. You catch him smiling as he watches the video, eyes wide and extremely focused, tent obvious in his shorts.

"Hey babe?" he asks, "would you want to go again?"

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

#txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu smut #ari writes #ari's mailbox 📬#txt: beomgyu

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my313 · 10 months ago

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in beomgyu's room 🧸

now playing 𝄞₊⊹ bad - wave to earth & best friend - laufey

⋆ pairing: bestfriend!beomgyu x f!reader

⋆ summary: a reel of your most precious memories in beomgyu’s room(s), and the one time it’s also yours.

⋆ genre/themes/warnings: fluff, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, non-idol au, mention of mommy kink (sorry they have weird inside jokes)

⋆ word count: 3.6k

a/n: this isnt proofread n i dont think its my best writing, i wanted to focus on dialogue a lot more :0 but i just wanted to put out a lil something for gyu's bday <3 our talented pretty boy 🥹 anyways, i hope u enjoy reading this!

2009

beomgyu’s room at eight years old is directly opposite from your window. you recently watched taylor swift’s you belong with me music video, and your unassuming neighbor who just recently moved in has become the center of the romantic production running in your little mind.

when his family invites you over for dinner, you’re giddy to put a name to the pretty boy that’s been in your sights; only ever seeing him with a guitar strapped to his back when he walks by your house as you sit on the porch with a book.

“hi,” he’s the one opening the door, greeting you enthusiastically. you assumed he would have been a shy boy, especially with the way he walked with his head down and never without an mp3 player and wired earphones. that was just one of the many surprises beomgyu had in store for you and your serendipitous friendship.

beomgyu smiles politely at your parents before pulling the door back and letting you all inside. your mother’s ushering you to the boy, hurriedly greeting his parents and leaving you in beomgyu’s care.

you turn to him, shy and unsure of what to do, but beomgyu’s there to pull you out of your daydreams. he slightly tugs the sleeve of your shirt, chin tilted to the direction of the stairs. “wanna play mario kart in my room?”

you’re scanning the room to look for your parents, silently asking permission with your eyes when you catch your dad looking back at you. when he nods, you’re quick to relay it to beomgyu, who returns the biggest smile you’ve seen. boys are usually rough around the edges, either boisterous or freakishly hyper-aware of cooties, but beomgyu is different. he’s just loud enough to have you laughing until your tummy hurts, but he’s also a good listener.

your feet dangle from the height of his bed while he sets up his wii. it only takes a few minutes of tinkering and confused grumbles before beomgyu joins you, sitting close and handing over the controller.

“i’ve never played this game before!” your voice chimes with the game’s background music, fiddling with the buttons on your controller and accidentally pressing something that makes beomgyu laugh.

“that’s okay,” he navigates through the buttons on the screen to take you back to the starting screen. “i’ll go easy on you.”

you may have gotten beomgyu all wrong, because as you inch closer to stealing his first place spot on your eighth round of playing, he throws a green shell at you, putting you off-course.

“that’s so not fair, beomgyu!” you grumble frustratedly, shoulders slumped. beomgyu has a mischievous smile on his face; a different charm to the friendly one you encountered at his doorway, or the re-assuring one when he asked to play mario kart.

“i didn’t even know you could do that.” you whine, twisting your body left and right as if it would take away from your loss.

beomgyu’s mouth opens, but instead of hearing his squeaky voice, you both hear your mom’s.

“yn, time to go home!”

you both tear your eyes away from the doorframe to look at one another.

“teach me next time?” you plead, eyes shiny and hopeful that you’ve got a new friend to play with. someone who would always be next to you.

beomgyu feels similarly. he lets it show by nodding enthusiastically, his rectangular glasses pressed onto his rising cheeks, swelling from all the smiling he’s done tonight.

2017

“choi beomgyu!” you yell from the bottom of the staircase, leaning on the creaky railing despite beomgyu’s constant warnings of “you’re gonna fall off one day, y’know.”

you’re both sixteen years old, and tonight is prom. unlike the books you read, you were not serenaded by the most beautiful (subjective) boy in school; but like the disney movies, you’re at your best friend’s house and going as each other’s dates.

the idea was initially disgusting to both you and beomgyu, suggested by menacingly blunt choi soobin during one of your escapades to the internet cafe. when prom started to come closer and closer, you and beomgyu would briefly text about it in jokes. the final straw was probably the fact that soobin actually got a date before either of you. so, with only three days to prom and a whole lot of spite, you and beomgyu hunted down matching corsages and sealed the deal.

you glance at the clock on the wall, ticking seven. sick of waiting on your bare feet, you lift the trailing end of your dress and make your way up to beomgyu’s room.

you don’t bother to knock, having seen the worst of beomgyu and his room already. the sight that greets you is anything but what you expect.

you expected heaps of clothes on the floor from his panicked frenzy of not knowing what to put on under his blazer; maybe some mismatched socks, and shoes tossed to every corner out of indecision.

instead, you see beomgyu clad in a neat, black suit, with a navy blue dress shirt. his black hair, usually falling over his eyelashes, is tucked away to show off the face that many come to your classroom to see. just like how he was at eight, you know beomgyu is different; he’s delicate, never gruff, even when he picks you up from your doorstep with bedhead.

beomgyu has always been pretty, but tonight, he’s charming. he’s handsome. just thinking it makes you want to regurgitate your words and flush them down the toilet. it brings upon this weird pit in your stomach that was never there when you were wiping your cheeto-dust fingers on beomgyu’s shirt as some petty form of teasing. that weird feeling you only got when someone cute walked your way, or someone flustered you to the point of developing a crush. you hope it’s nothing too serious.

“woah!”

“what.” beomgyu deadpans, unamused by your exaggerated gasp. in reality, the pink on his cheeks already has you guessing that he’s shy. your beomgyu has always been one for compliments and sweet gestures, recalling how his eyes brightened every time your smaller hands patted his head when you were younger.

“no need to get sassy, jeez,” you roll your eyes playfully, the smile on your face never leaving. “you look good. handsome.”

“thanks,” he smiles sheepishly. it’s silent for a bit, until beomgyu says, “keep ‘em coming…”

“dipshit!” you smack his forearm. “you’ll hear more from everyone tonight, i bet.”

“i guess so,” he shrugs, looking at himself on the full-length mirror, trying to fold his necktie like the way his dad taught him. you move closer, your dress trailing behind you when you drop the sides in favor of helping beomgyu out with his tie. you’re so close; the kind of close you and beomgyu haven’t been ever before, except when you were ten and you fell off your bike, crashing onto him.

you’re in front of him now, looping the fabric and not really looking at him. you can’t tell that he’s staring down at your concentrated face, smiling softly at how your tongue peeks out of your mouth in concentration.

he hasn’t gotten the chance to compliment you back, but he’s noticed how beautiful you looked the minute you stepped into his room. his thoughts only get confirmed further now that you’re just a few breaths apart; your lip gloss has a sheen that’s tempting to swipe off with his own lips, and your eyelashes flutter in the way that beomgyu pictures in a few years time, where you’re waking up next to him every morning.

“not from anyone that matters though.”

your fingers stop working, peering up at your best friend. you don’t really know what to make of how his eyes glisten; how they look fondly at you, so you revert to the only thing you and beomgyu know will fix anything — fooling around, saying something stupid.

“are you saying if soobin complimented you, you wouldn’t give a fuck?”

“you make it sound like i’m in love with him.” you shrug, lips pursed as you continue the final touches of his tie. he bumps his forehead onto yours, making you curse. “what? bros can seek validation from one another!”

“so can i seek it from you, bro?”

you shake your head, amused by his unfamiliar use of the nickname. “whatever. are you done now?”

“no.” you groan. beomgyu pulls away from you first, going to his bedside drawer and fishing out a box.

he come back to your side, this time, with the corsage you both overpaid for. beomgyu wraps it around your wrist and prompts you to turn your hand over, tying it up for you. you watch him intently.

unconsciously, your hands extend to caress his head, gently patting his styled hair. the moment your fingers graze his scalp, he freezes up for a few seconds before resuming, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in his chest.

“i forgot to say earlier,” beomgyu returns to his full height, but his hand is still holding yours. he squeezes three times with his dimples peeking out as he smiles, a semblance of a confession that you fail to pick up on. “you look beautiful tonight, too.”

2021

it’s nearly midnight when you and beomgyu decide that the best activity to do when both of you are jobless on a friday night (saturday morning now) is to dye each other’s hair.

you left an hour ago for a random supermarket run, and you return with a bottle of bleach, developer and a bunch of dyes that were on sale. possibly also a whole new stock of instant ramen. tonight was one of the nights you’re relieved your best friend has a car.

you’re both twenty now, in college and far away from home for a while. still, home doesn’t feel too far away when beomgyu’s still waiting for you outside the girls’ dorm building with disheveled hair. from your freshman year to now, beomgyu’s still been the same beomgyu that you love. you can admit that to yourself now, finally catching the culprit of that odd feeling in your stomach from prom night. though you’re unsure when you can gather the courage to tell him all that.

you’re pushing the door open to beomgyu’s dorm room, seeing his roommate taehyun slipping his shoes on with a backpack.

“are you running away?” you question, half-joking. “beomgyu can’t be that bad of a roommate. he’s like a pet goldfish sometimes.”

beomgyu’s shutting the door behind you when he walks into your odd conversation with taehyun. “that’s the meanest thing you’ve ever said about me.”

“goldfish are so cute though!” you reason with him, your tone higher in pitch as your silly charade continues. taehyun’s joining along too, laughing at the banter between you and beomgyu. “did you know the guy who created goldfish crackers made them because his wife was a pisces?”

“i’m a pisces,” beomgyu proudly states, chest puffed out with the bags of your pointless mission weighing down his shoulders. “would you make me a fish-inspired snack, yn? answer carefully, our relationship depends on it.”

you try to ignore the fact that he says relationship, not friendship. details, details. but beomgyu’s all about details. he didn’t say anything for just no reason, so you can’t help but let the thought fester. for now, you keep up with the jokes.

“you don’t even like seafood, gyu.”

“okay kids,” taehyun interrupts, heading towards the door. “i’m going to the gym. don’t burn the place up, please…”

“i think i’m gonna burn something else.” you snark, looking up at beomgyu’s perfectly smooth hair. he catches your stare and consciously guards his head.

taehyun leaves in the next few minutes, and it’s just you and beomgyu again.

beomgyu’s eyebrows wiggle comically, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you to the bathroom. “w-wait, wait!”

“what? backing out?” he challenges you, shaking you by the shoulders. “yn, you can’t!” his whining is convincing, but mostly because beomgyu has this pout that he doesn’t know you succumb to every single time he pulls it out — which is nearly everyday.

“n-no..! just..”

beomgyu’s face softens. he takes your face between his right hand, squishing your cheeks repeatedly. he huffs mockingly, “fine, you can do mine first.”

in the next hour, beomgyu’s desk chair is situated between the bathroom door and the carpeted floor of the bedroom, holding it open to let the stench of the bleach disperse. you’re sitting on said chair with a towel on your lap, while beomgyu sits on the bathroom floor, legs folded to his chest. his back is leaning against the middle of the chair, but he’s essentially sitting between your legs as you clumsily paint bleach over random sections of his hair.

“sorry if this turns to shit, beoms.” you snicker, layering more product on the strand between your fingers. you’re startled by beomgyu’s movements, his head tilting upwards slightly to look at you before looking back down. “you owe me free food for the rest of our lives if i end up looking like a dalmatian.”

“that’s fine,” you giggle, tapping his shoulder to motion for him to turn around and face you, trying to get the sections with his bangs. “at least i know we’ll be best friends forever.”

beomgyu fights the urge to say something stupid; something that might end the nights of you sleeping over and snuggling close to his chest — the things that pop up in his head range from “you’re so cute, i wanna kiss you.” to “i think i’ve been in love with you for years, so yeah, anyway.”

he still says something rather silly, but he thinks it’s just slightly less off-putting than telling your best friend who you grew up with that you’re in love with her.

“technically, you’d be my sugar mommy.”

you raise a brow, “outing your mommy kink?”

“yes, and?”

fits of laughter fill the air, you have to place the brush back on the sink in case you smack beomgyu’s face from how you throw your whole body around when you laugh. he’s just the same, nearly snorting when he sees how red your face has become.

at some point, you’re still trying to recover from giggling so hard, taking the brush back into your hands and picking out sections of beomgyu’s bangs. he chooses to perch his chin on one of your thighs with his head tilted up, as if admiring you deeply from the ground. beomgyu can ignore the prickly sensation settling on his scalp and the cold tiles of his bathroom floor freezing his butt off if he can see you from this view more often. it reminds him of when you used to let him rest his head on your lap that one time your families went on a road trip, and you both were stuck in the back. or the other times in his childhood bedroom where he’d fall asleep and wake up with your fingers tangled in his hair, head over a pillow on your lap.

beomgyu thinks he fell for you then, that he’d decided that he’d kneel on the ground forever if you asked him to. he thinks he’d probably do much worse if the requests were coming from your pretty lips.

you stop painting over his hair, signaling that beomgyu’s done. you think beomgyu’s going to get up from the floor, his legs crossed and obviously sleeping from how long you’ve had him sitting down there, but he’s still in-between your legs that it stops you from moving too. you’re about to joke around and tell him to get up, but you finally catch onto the fact that he’s looking up at you like he’s stargazing, or watching the prettiest sunset in the summer.

“gyu, what’s up?”

it takes a while for him to respond. beomgyu feels his mind drifting to places he doesn’t know he’s allowed to be in; thinking about how he’s thought of waking up next to you since he was sixteen, and it might have sounded like trying to snatch the sun from the sky back then, but he feels an inkling that it’s not too impossible right now, at twenty, in his room and at your disposal.

“do you remember when we went to prom together?”

you snort, reminded of your trembling hands when your parents asked you and beomgyu to take pictures and pose together, feeling his hand on your waist. “yeah, we looked pretty good.”

“yeah,” beomgyu draws circles and random patterns on your clothed thighs. “we did look pretty good together.”

“what?”

“what did you say, gyu?” your voice comes out in a whisper, even when you try to be firm and persistent.

“you heard me,” he mumbles, finally looking away from you with the pink dusting his cheeks.

“no, i think i have to hear it again.” you tease, flicking his forehead to turn his attention back on you. “come on, say it.”

beomgyu bounces back, eyes trained on you as his lips move faster than any other time you’ve listened to him babble. he’s never even spoken this fast when he’s raging on his matches with soobin.

“jeez, yn, you wanna hear me say i’m in love with my best friend who i have also imagined living together with for the rest of my life?”

he blinks, realizing what he just said. “well… i mean, you got it.”

you press your lips together, trying to hold in the laugh that was threatening to burst out on beomgyu’s deer-in-the-headlights face. you’d feel terrible if you ruined this moment for both of you, so you try and keep it to giggles and a pleased grin.

“you sure you wanna live with me for the rest of your life, beomie?” you tease, bending down and bringing your face close to his. you enjoy the feeling of making beomgyu shy, and you know his guilty pleasure is when you’re rendered flustered and defensive.

“that’s all you got from what i said?” he pouts.

“aw, baby,” cooing at him. if his hair wasn’t slicked with bleach, you would have fluffed it and patted it the way he always liked. “d’you wanna start apartment hunting and writing down our kids’ names?”

he blinks up at you, briefly taking his phone out of his pocket and turning it over to show his notes app. “yeah, go ahead.”

“beomgyu.” you stare at him, slightly bewildered and freaked out, but also endeared.

“i’m just joking!” he puts his hands up defensively.

he taps your thigh again once his arms let up. “...you still haven’t said anything.”

“if it wasn’t obvious enough, choi beomgyu,” you start, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “i’m also in love with you. and i would love to be by your side forever.”

2024

it’s almost been three years since the night beomgyu and you confessed to each other.

everything seems to come full-circle, because you’re twenty three and sitting on beomgyu’s lap while playing mario kart. you have vivid memories of being eight years old and telling beomgyu off for not going easy on a first-timer, but you’ve had years and years of payback for that moment by now.

beomgyu doesn’t need to go easy on you anymore, occasionally yelling in your ear when you sabotage him, only to trail kisses from your earlobe to your neck as an apology.

as you finish up your last game as promised, you turn your head and press a chaste kiss on beomgyu’s cheek. sometimes, you still can’t believe your best friend has graduated from being just that, to being your boyfriend. beomgyu chases after your face as soon as you detach from him, his lips quickly pecking yours.

it took a while until you and beomgyu could live together, only finding a place you could both attest to earlier this year. but since then, you’ve made plenty of memories in every nook and cranny.

you keep old habits like mario kart, and beomgyu purposely makes mistakes with his necktie just so you can tug on it, kiss him and fix it instead. but your life with beomgyu has new bits and pieces that flourished since sharing your love for one another. your shared baths that consist of gossip that beomgyu is overly enthusiastic of; taking selfies every night when you put on sheet masks for each other; and instead of picking you up with bedhead, you have the privilege of seeing beomgyu in a dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up, picking you up from work and waiting for you to fill the passenger seat of his car.

it makes you think not only about all the lovely moments you’ve had with beomgyu, but the ugly parts that only you both know of each other.

“i really hope this is a forever thing, gyu.” you blurt out.

“playing mario kart with me?” beomgyu knows what you mean; he can tell you’re floating in your head when you ask him. still, he lightens the mood.

“yeah,” you chuckle. you suppose he isn’t wrong, you wouldn’t mind this at all.

“baby,” he tucks a hair behind your ear. “look at me, hm?”

“i love you today,” beomgyu kisses your lips, moves to either side of your cheeks. “i love you tomorrow,” now he’s pressing one on your nose. “the day after,” the last one on your forehead. “until we’re old and wrinkly, i love you.”

your smile in the midst of all his kisses is as wide as it was when you first met beomgyu. you cradle his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheekbones then bumping your noses together briefly. it makes beomgyu laugh, the sound still as pretty as when he stumbled over his words trying to confess to you. “there’s no one else i would have fallen in love with other than you, gyu,”

“my best friend in the world.”

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Bike ride (10:06pm)

Warnings! Sub!beomgyu, virgin!beomgyu, big dick!beomgyu, dom!reader, nipple play (gyu rec), strangers to ???, mentions of abusive parents, cuts nd bruises (injuries not sh), making out, pet names (pretty boy, mommy, baby, good boy, beomie, gyu) mommy kink, dick sucking? And unprotected sex (please use protection!)

word count: 1391

summary: Beomgyu snuck out his house to go on a bike ride and ends up falling off! :( but luckily you helped him..

smut under the cut!! MDNI‼️

You left your house about 20 minutes ago and decide to walk to the beachside a few minutes away from your apartment. As you were walking this boy kept riding past you until he fell off! You quickly run over to him and crouch next to him.

“Oh my god are you okay?” You asked him even though he now had cuts and bruises on his body

“Yeah im fine” he tried to move his bike off him “could you please help?”

You nod your head and move his bike off him and help him up

“Hey im y/n i live a few blocks from here so i can help clean you up if obviously you wanted?”

He looked at you and smiled “really?”

“Yes”

“Your not gonna hurt me for like annoying your walk that was meant to be peaceful?”

“What? Of course not! I just wanna help you and then you can go home” you explained to him now having a bit of suspension on why he thought you were gonna hurt him so you decide to ask him as you two start walking back to your apartment.

“Hey i was wondering why you thought i was gonna hurt you? If anything is going on at home with whoever you live with you can talk to me or anything.. but you dont have to if you dont want to”

The boy looked at you and nods his head to say he listened and appreciated your words

“Uhm i come out on my bike quite often at night when my family is asleep and i sneak out and come here often..”

“Ohh so like its an escape for you then?”

“Yeah i uh guess?”

Soon enough you get to your apartment complex and you open the door and let him in first and then you walk towards the elevator and press floor 8.

“Sorry you couldnt bring your bike in here.. but don’t worry the receptionist will keep it safe!”

The boy laughs a little as the elevator dings signalling your at floor 8. You walk out the elevator and the boy follows behind you as you walk to your apartment

“My apartment is kinda big and theres a spare bedroom incase you cant get home..”

“Thank you y/n you dont know how much this means to me..” He says just above a whisper. You make you way to your bedroom and grab your first aid kit

“Hey i never got your name..?”

“Beomgyu”

“Thats a pretty name for a pretty boy. Anyway sit down here” You pat a chair next to you and Beomgyu sits down with light blush covering his face from your complement. You open the kit and take out a antibiotic wipe and gently clean his cuts while he hisses in pain.

“Shit.. ouch” He mumbles

“Sorry..”

You finish cleaning his cuts and bruises and bandage them up

“Its 11pm and i dont want you riding home alone and my car is broke.. would your family mind if you slept here just for tonight?” You asked him

“Mm no they wouldnt mind..”

You nod your head

“You can sleep in the spare bedroom but if you need me or anything you can come in my room”

Beomgyu smiles down at you on your knees and thanks you before asking another question…

“Could i sit on your bed uhm with you and we can just talk?”

“Yeah if you wanted i dont mind!”

“Really?” He asked surprised you didnt shout at him for wanting to be in your bed. You get off your knees and put the bloody tissues in the bin and put away the first aid kit and get on your bed and pt the space next to you. Beomgyu stands up and sits on your bed

“Y/n?”

“Yesss?”

“Can i tell you something?”

“Yes”

“I was on my bike earlier cuz i wanted to escape from my family.. i can’t remember if i told you.. but i wanted to escape from them because they uh abuse me.. so some of the bruises you saw were from my dad as he doesn’t support what i do..”

“Oh well what do you do?”

“I play the guitar and livestream it and he doesn’t support me playing music.. it’s because he doesnt want me to make more money than him since he gets really bad pay days like he doesnt get alot of money and my mom she pays for the bills and my dad uses her but my mom also abuses me but she does it mentally.. and earlier today my dad smashed my guitar while i was livestreaming…”

You nod your head and listen to him carefully..

“Im so sorry thats happened to you Beomgyu and im thankful you trust me to tell me considering we met a few hours ago..”

He smiles and nods his head.

A few hours go by and you dont know how you got onto the topics of your sex like but you did and beomgyu kept a pillow on his lap.. you knew why but didnt say anything until the question came around..

“Are you a virgin?” You asked him and he shuffled slightly as he face went a crimson red as he slowly nodded and soon enough you found yourself on his lap heavily making out with him as you slowly grinded down on his lap.. He whimpered.

“Holy shit..” you thought growing wetter at his moans and noises.

You run your fingers through his long oreo hair and pull away from the kiss

“Are you sure you want this? I mean your a virgin and we dont know eachother super well..”

He eagerly nodded his head

“Okay Gyu if its what you want” you shrug as you sit between his legs and pull his jeans and boxers down to his knees and his thick long veiny cock hit his stomach.

“Jeez baby your huge” you say as you watch the pre-cum drip down his shaft.

“Ready pretty boy?”

“P-please!”

You took that as a yes and kitten licked his tip before taking little by little in your mouth slowly bobbing your head up and down while jerking the rest you couldnt fit in your mouth

“Y-y/n! Fuck fuck fuck!” He whined loudly as he gripped onto your hair

“‘m gonna c-cum.. please let me mommy” his whimpers bounced off the walls of your bedroom as your hands reach up and rub his nipples as he chanted your name like it was a ritual as he came in your mouth and of course! You swallowed.. you dont want his cum going to waste did you?

“M-mommy want your p-pussy..”

“What do we say when we want something baby?”

“P-please”

“Good boy”

You get of the bed and shimmy your pj pants off and let Beomgyu tale your panties off

“Go on take them off for mommy”

His hands slowly took your panties off and he threw them on the floor as you hovered above his cock

“Ready?”

He nodded once again as you slowly sank down on him. You stopped halfway to try get used to him stretching you out and a few seconds later you took him all in your gummy walls.

“Hnng.. f-feels so good..” He moans as you start bouncing on his thick girthy cock

“Doing so well for me Beomie.. so pretty.. fuckkk!” You praised as he hit your sweet spot

At this point the only noises were skin slapping and both of your moans and whimpers

“G-gonna cum” Beomgyu whimpers as he bucks his hips to meet yours

“Cum for me baby” you whisper in his eat as you kiss his neck and leave nasty dark purple splotches on his neck and collarbones. He bucks his hips up to meet yours one last time before he releases his hot load into you and soon after you cream on him and collapse on top of him

“Did so well for me.. im surprised your a virgin with that cock” i laugh and he laughs back

“Ill get towels then you can shower and we can go bed” you say as you get off his cream covered dick and go get warm towels to clean the both of you up..

After your both are cleaned up and in comfy clothes you two fall asleep cuddling….

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