#not proofread I don’t have time for allat ❌

[jeongin-lvr]

Deeeee! Hard thoughts of a bet with boyfriend Gyu: whoevers eyes roll back first while fucking loses

and if I said I’ve been marinating on this for a week and all I can think is of how competitive this man is…

Beomgyu isn’t gonna let you win— he never does. That means he’s doing everything in his power— taking advantage of all your weaknesses —to get you just where he wanted you. When you propositioned this little idea to him he immediately laughed because he knew he’d win. You were confident though, and who is he to deny you what you so deeply want? He’ll let you have your blind faith. It was honestly funny seeing you confidently straddle him like that— with his shirt on your body, sloping off your shoulder, dripping off your hips onto your plush thighs. He obviously enjoyed the sight more than anything; however, he wanted to win. He pinched your thighs, “What do I get when I win, baby?”

“When?” You cocked a brow, brushing your lips over his, hips flushed down on his, purposely dragging yourself over his body to elicit small groans from his lips. Beomgyu placed a firm grip on your waist now, tutting slightly as he does so. “When.” He repeats.

You know he’s competitive— annoyingly so. But you were just as bad. So you held his wrists at your waist, circling your hips on his prominent erection now. “If you win… I’ll let you use that gag on me…” Oh. The gag. The gag he bough months ago for you to try that you refused, ever stubborn. If he had no plans of winning he sure as shit did now. His mind immediately plagued with the images of you with the gag in your mouth, drool spilling from your jaw, eyelashes wet with tears… he needed that. Suddenly, he was turning, flipping you onto your back with a quick gasp from your lips. His eyes narrowed as he laughed at your wide eyed expression. Beomgyu’s deep blond strands fell past his jaw while his hands cupped your clothed chest, squeezing hard enough to leave indent of his fingertips in your skin. “And you?” His voice a raspy groan, moving his hands underneath your shirt and finding your hard buds, quickly tugging and abusing them. Pinching hard enough to make you whine. You cocked a brow at him, “Me what?”

“What do you get if you win,” Beomgyu hesitates before smirking and saying, “You won’t but I’m curious..”

“Hah, you’re funny,” You winced when he pinched your nipple extra hard. His hips now rolling into yours, making sure he was making you feel all of him through his thin basketball shorts, “You’re getting tied up. You into that?”

Beomgyu licked his lips, grasping your wrists now and using one hand to keep them above your head, though with much struggle due to you fighting with him. But he won, pinning your hands tightly above your head with a triumphant grin, “Can’t wait to use that gag on your smart ass mouth, baby.”

He was practically ripping your clothes off now, struggling with one hand but somehow managing. His honey locks covering his vision, his slender yet fit frame over yours making you impossibly wet. Beomgyu looked up at you, noticing the slight falter in your once confident expression; now boring a shit-eating grin he asked, “You nervous?”

An hour later, your nails raking deep red streaks up and down his back; his short “oh’s” and “ah’s” slipping out his mouth and directly into your ear. You refused to give into his particular tactics, though they were almost impossible to resist. His digits working tirelessly between your breasts, your overworked clit, and cupping the fat of your ass and thighs. He was honestly surprised you’d lasted this long, his knees dug into the mattress, thrusts erratic as he drilled them into you, the back of your legs adorned with deep strawberry colored marks.

“F-fuck, you’re serious about this, huh?” He asked with a slight laugh, “You wanna see me tied up?”

You nodded, choked moans escaping your throat almost forgetting to breathe as you did so. You blinked, eyes watering as the head of his cock rammed deep into you. You could feel him in your stomach— you could feel him hit your cervix cruelly. Beomgyu looked down at where your two bodies connected, wet sloshing sounds emitting from your spent pussy, leaking load after load, tummy so full of him he could see the slight imprint of his dick in your belly. He hastily brought his hand down to push hard on the bulge— eliciting the most nasty sounds from deep in your gut. Your hands clawed at his neck, whispering his name in an almost astonished tone. “Fuck, baby, I’m so fucking deep in this pussy… feel me all the way here…” he pushed harder at the end of his sentence, emphasizing his statement. He watched your eyes, but miraculously they remained wide, a little hazy but refusing to give into his evil behavior. Beomgyu watched as droplets of his sweat fell down his nose and chin onto your chest and throat…

Your throat, his tongue darted over his lower lip. The pace of his hips drilling into you sped up, hitting hard and quicker. It was almost impossible to keep up with. You whimpered like a dog, clutching his shoulders. Just as you were about to taunt him for not yet winning, his hand clasped over the base of your throat. You gasped sharply, eyes wide. Beomgyu looked prideful, smirking as his grip tightened at the sides of your neck. His words came out like a prayer, he was willing you to fall apart for him. To absolute fail at this challenge you’d propose yourself— how embarrassing.

“Oh, what’s that? Know you’re close again… you gonna show me the pretty whites of your eyes now? C’mon…” Beomgyu panted, “It’s just a silly bet anyway, love… let loose.” You were tempted, so tempted. Your clutches came around his wrist on your throat, panting alongside his little groan.

“Gyu… fuck, you’re so m-mean…” You sighed, your thighs wrapped around his waist, keeping him still for barely a minute, making him sit through all of the convulsions of your pussy, his head twisting with resistance. He shook his head, breathing hard with focus to not cum quite yet. He was sure if he came yet again his eyes would be out of his control. He forced his eyes wide, boring into yours with an almost cruel glare. Your watery as your final orgasm of the night coursed through you, pleading to be released. “Hah, easy win…” Beomgyu’s hand clasped harder over your throat, his other hand finding your sensitive clit, ripping a scream out of your chest. He knew then it was over— he’d won.

Beomgyu watched as your eyes slipped tears down your cheeks, and watched them roll into the back of your head, the whites of your eyes lidded by your eyelids. He was practically bursting with pure smug pride. Beomgyu’s hips stilled as his own orgasm burst through him, thick ropes of cum filling your fluttering cunt, pressed so deep into you you’re sure he not a single drop would slip out.

The room was still dark… until you realized it was just your eyes still rolled back into your head. When you finally came down from your heavenly high, you let out the deepest sigh, eyebrows furrowed. There was a ringing in your ear, but alongside that was Beomgyu’s evil laugh of joy, “So…” He came to lay at your side, sticky mess of cum and sweat in a sheer shine over his body, “Where’d I put that gag, hm?”