#tomorrow by together smut

[starrihan]

Little Black Dress (Beomgyu Fic)

-> Pairing: Beomgyu x afab! Reader

-> Plot: You don’t have a crush on Choi Beomgyu… so why are you getting ready to see him at a party?

-> Genre: smut, college student! Beomgyu x college student! Reader, dom! Beomgyu, sub! Reader, fingering, piv sex, doggy, no protection (wrap it up), both reader and beomgyu are drunk,

-> Ft. Belle from Kiss of Life and Soobin (he catches some strays, sorry)

-> Warnings: none

-> Word Count: 2,709

-> Notes: I just wanna thank you guys again for getting my leehan fic to 35 notes in 3 days like that’s actually crazy to me! I hope you enjoy this little fic! Also I did not proofread this but I wanted to get it out today please excuse any mistakes in spelling thank you!

-> Fun fact: Beomgyu is my ult bias and TXT is my ult group

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It was embarrassing enough that you wanted his attention. It was even more embarrassing the lengths you’d go to get that attention. When it boiled down to it, Choi Beomgyu was the root of all your problems. If it wasn’t for Choi Beomgyu, you would’ve won the 7th grade science fair. If it wasn’t for Choi Beomgyu, you would’ve been valedictorian of your high school. If it wasn’t for Choi Beomgyu, you wouldn’t be scrambling to get ready for this party right now.

It was the last party you would attend before finals week and you knew Beomgyu would be there. You curse yourself for letting it get to this point. Beomgyu was always better than you, always one step ahead of you.

You don’t know what you were trying to achieve by dressing up and looking hot at this party, but you didn’t care. You just wanted Beomgyu to think of you as anything other than a nerd who wasn’t even as smart as him. With your makeup done, you turn to find an outfit.

“Which dress do you think looks better?”

You turn to your roommate, Belle. Holding up a short, silky, dark blue dress in the left hand and a long sleeved, short, strappy black dress in the right.

“The blue one looks cute and comfortable. But if you want Beomgyu to fuck you, I say go with the black one.”

“I do not want Beomgyu to fuck me”

You said, rolling your eyes at her, but still going with the black dress anyways. You didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that you did, ever so slightly, have a crush on Beomgyu. You knew for a while, since high school, when he started dressing better and grew into his face more. It became lustful when you got to college as he grew taller than you had expected and he was very lean, his long black wolf cut and blonde highlights the subject of many sleepless nights for you. You shook your head at the thought and put on the black dress, while Belle took the blue one you didn’t choose to wear. After pregaming with 2 shots, you felt good enough to start walking over to the party. Being a lightweight, 2 shots was enough to have you feeling buzzed. You quickly grabbed your things, keys, purse, phone, and headed out.

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Upon arriving at the party, you see your friends Kai and Taehyun. You go over with Belle to greet them. When they notice you guys coming up to them, they pull you into hugs.

“Hey guys! Finally you’re here!” Kai says, laughing.

“I was ready, it was Y/N that took her time.”

“It’s the last party of the semester, forgive me for wanting to look nice.” you retort.

“Alright, alright, enough with this. Wanna grab a drink? Me and Kai just finished our cups”

Taehyun says, breaking up your little argument. You both nod and follow them to the kitchen that the drinks were in. After taking another shot, you decided to just chill with your little group for now, saying hello to some other friends here and there.

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A little while later, 5 shots in, you start feeling a little drunk, and decide to drag Belle and your friends to the little group of people dancing in the middle of the living room. It’s as you’re dancing with Belle that you catch a glimpse of Beomgyu, who was looking straight at you. A smirk finds its way onto his face, knowing he’s been caught looking at you, but he doesn’t look away. It’s then that you notice your cheeks feeling hot, though you don’t know if it’s from the alcohol or if it was because you were blushing under his gaze.

Beomgyu always had a little crush on you. Ever since elementary school where he first saw you. He was always too shy to say anything to you though, always opting to hang out with his friends rather than go up and talk to you. When he got that first grade back that was better than yours, he saw how you sulked and felt bad. He wanted to apologize but it seemed that you had gotten over it rather quickly, so he didn’t feel the need to do so. As the years went by, he could tell that the better he got, the more furious it made you. He liked the attention it brought to him from you, always telling him how you’d do better than him on the next test, even though you never did. He felt that, even though you hated him– or so he thought– that the negative attention it brought him was better than potentially getting rejected by you, so he opted for teasing you about his better grades instead, always making it a point to study harder than you to get those good grades. And the way you were shying away from his stare right now had his chest swelling with pride.

“I have to use the bathroom,”

He ripped his eyes away from you, glaring at his best friend, Soobin, for having the bladder of a hamster.

“You’ve only had 3 drinks dude.”

“I can’t help it! The bathroom door doesn’t lock, I need you to stand outside and make sure no one comes in while I pee!”

He groaned at the taller male, ultimately following him to the bathroom and waiting outside the door for him. Beomgyu was only slightly drunk, but he could feel the effects of the 4 drinks he had starting to kick in. A couple minutes later, Soobin came stumbling out of the bathroom.

“Damn dude are you alright?” Beomgyu asked, concerned for his best friend.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Do you need to go? I’ll wait for you out here.”

Beomgyu nodded, taking the opportunity to use the bathroom before Soobin got too drunk. The time this happened, he had to carry Soobin home on his shoulders while holding his pee in. He did not want to go through that again. As he was washing his hands, he didn’t expect you to come stumbling into the bathroom.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were in here, I’m sorry,” you said, your words slightly slurred, about to leave before his next comment made your ears perk up. He scoffed,

“Dumber than me and no common courtesy? I should’ve figured”

“Excuse me?”

You turned around on your heel, hoping he didn’t actually say what you had heard. Figuring that Soobin probably forgot that he was supposed to stand outside the door and decided to walk off, he looks up at you.

“Who walks into the bathroom without knocking? The door was closed.”

“Why didn’t you lock the door then?”

“Locks broken. I had Soobin waiting outside for me but I guess he left.”

“He probably couldn’t stand your insufferable ass anyways.”

He looks at you with an amused expression on his face. He walks closer to you, kicking the door close behind you in the process. He leans into your ear,

“I’m insufferable?”

He lets out a small chuckle, the close proximity of his mouth to your ear sending shivers down your spine.

“Y-yes. Yes, Choi Beomgyu, you’re insufferable.”

“God, I love it when you say my full name.”

All while he’s breathing into your ear. He smirks as your stutter, knowing that his stance is getting to you. You can’t help the arousal that’s pooling between your thighs right now, the way he’s talking into your ear has you rubbing them together slowly.

“Can you get out? I want to use the bathroom,”

You say, trying to move away from him. Unfortunately, the small bathroom didn’t provide much room for you to move, trapped between the door and the sink, and Beomgyu of course.

“Admit that you want me, and I’ll leave.”

This time, he moved his face away from your ear and looked at you face-to-face, his mere inches apart from yours.

“I’m not gonna admit something that isn’t true. Now move.”

You try your hardest to sound as commanding as possible, but to no avail. Your voice comes out broken, the effect of the alcohol in your system on display.

“Oh yeah? Then why are you rubbing your thighs together like you need me?”

You didn’t know what to say and instead avoided his gaze. He takes his hand and holds your jaw lightly, having you face him.

“Say you don’t want me right now and I’ll get out. I promise.”

But you don’t say anything. You don’t want to admit that you want him but the ache in your core is telling you otherwise. Your eyes are pleading with him, hoping that he won’t force you to say it and will just fuck you instead. He gets the memo, releasing your jaw from his hold, moving both his hands down to your waist to pull you in for a kiss. Your arms instantly wrap around his neck.

The kiss is hungry, your moans coming out immediately at the contact. He takes this opportunity to gently slide his tongue into your mouth. You slightly tug on his long hair, causing him to bite your lip as he pulls away.

“I like when you pull my hair.”

He says to you, attaching his lips to your neck. He’s a little harsh, biting down on you like a chew toy, but you love it, continuing to pull his hair. He moves his hands around your body, stopping at your ass and giving it a good squeeze.

“You look so sexy in this little black dress.”

“I’m glad you like it, I wore it for you.”

“Did you now? I knew you wanted me. ”

His tone is cocky, but you love it. You only moan as a response, wanting him to touch you where you needed it the most.

“Please touch me, Beomgyu. I need it.”

“Fuck, normally I’d have you beg more but I can’t wait.”

He hikes your dress up before slipping his fingers into your wet slit.

“And no panties either? I didn’t know you were such a slut.”

The comments came rolling off of his tongue, only making you want him more.

“Shut up,”

You basically mewled back at him as he was working his fingers along your slit. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. His hard dick sprung out, finally free from its confines. You looked down at it. It was a lot bigger than you thought. He looked at your expression and laughed before inserting two fingers into your arousal. You let out a loud gasp as the intrusion, not expecting him to put them in right away.

“I know it’s big honey, you’re drooling. I’d have you on your knees for me, but I need to be in you now,”

He says. He thrusts his fingers in a few more times, making sure you’re prepped and ready for him. He makes you face the mirror, going in from behind.

“Watch yourself as I ruin you on my cock,”

He says before sliding in. He lets out a long sigh, waiting for you to adjust before moving.

“M-move,”

Is all you can say, knowing you’ll start slurring if you say anything more. The room is spinning, partly due to the alcohol, but mostly because of the way Beomgyu starts slamming his hips into you. He grips your waist tight, moving you back and forth to meet his thrusts. Eventually, you start rocking yourself back onto him, wanting more. The way he has you chasing his thrusts only makes his smirk grow wider.

“You’re so eager for my cock baby, keep fucking yourself onto me.”

You can’t respond as you start to move yourself on him faster. His hand snakes around your neck, pulling you into a sloppy kiss, taking over again as his other hand holds you in place, thrusting into you faster and deeper than before. You can’t keep the kiss going as your moans grow uncontrollable, your walls fluttering around his dick.

“I’m s-so clo-ose Beomgyu, please…”

“You’re so fucking sexy when you beg for my dick”

Your whining and begging has him speeding up, not knowing how much longer he can last with you around him.

“Do it, come for me Y/N.”

His words are all it takes before you’re coming hard all around him, dripping down onto his cock. He pulls out and pulls your dress up higher before finishing on your ass. He gives it a good slap, to which you yelp, before grabbing some toilet paper to clean you off. You’re both panting really hard, silently trying to catch your breath and stop the room from spinning as much.

“Wow, you came a lot! It even dripped onto the floor a bit!”

“That’s your cum, dumbass.”

“Oh”

You stand up, pulling your dress down before stretching, the way you were arching your back earlier making you feel stiff.

“Now will you admit that you wanted me?”

“No. But I can’t lie, you were really good.”

He pulls you into a hug, which confused you.

“If you couldn’t tell, I like you Y/N. And I know you like me too. But if you aren’t ready to admit your feelings for me yet, it's okay. I’ll wait. But you have number, let me know if you want to do this again when we’re not drunk.”

He gives you one last, slow kiss before letting go, walking out of the bathroom and leaving you to yourself. You smile, using the bathroom and fixing yourself before heading out. Feeling a lot more sober now, you approach your friends.

“Finally you’re back! You were gone for like 20 minutes. Is everything okay?”

Belle asks, shouting through the loud music. You just smile and nod, think about the events that just transpired. The party dies down after a bit, you and Belle agreeing that now is a good time to leave. As you leave, you catch Beomgyu’s eyes again, but this time he winks at you. Smiling back at him, you walk back to your dorm.

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“Okay so can you tell me what happened and why you took 20 minutes in the bathroom?”

You sigh. Of course she would ask the moment you got back in the dorm. You’re surprised she didn’t ask you on the way back.

“You were right. I did want Beomgyu to fuck me. And he did…”

“WHAT?!” WHY WOULDN’T YOU TELL ME BEFORE!”

You cover your ears dramatically, signaling her to quiet down as it was quiet hours at the dorms.

“First of all, stop shouting. Second, it was too loud at the party. Plus I like keeping you in suspense. But yeah he basically confessed that he likes me and he told me that he knew I liked him but said he’d wait for me to tell him myself.”

“Wow, I didn’t think he was so mature. But finally you admit that you like him. I was going crazy”

She says as she plops onto her bed.

“When you guys do eventually get together, please don’t fuck him while I’m here. I don’t wanna hear you moaning for him.”

“Fuck you”

[jeongin-lvr]

𓂂. ✉️ יִ sextape, c. beomgyu

꒰ 🗯️ ꒱ 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍，𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄! 𝗀𝗒𝗎，𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌 + 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌，𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗑 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾，𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄，𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄，𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄！EDITED. originally wrote this for eunseok from riize...

[ 𝟣．𝟫𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 ] ☆ [ 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 ] ☆ [ 𝗆．𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ]

"𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 camera, pretty," Beomgyu held the little camera up to your face, the soft light it illuminated making you squint; meanwhile, his other hand held your jaw tight, squishing your cheeks together and making your lips pout. He chuckled when you whined at him, jostling your head around lightly as he held the camera still. Long enough to capture your expression. The look of pure bliss, damp eyes and messy spit dribbling down your jaw. It was disgusting— he absolutely needed to record it all. "Aw, look at you. You putting on a show for the camera, doll? Babbling like a slut?"

You whined once again, something that sounded like an attempt at words only to be drawn out in a puddle of vowels. Seeing you a wreck just from his fingers was a joy for him; Beomgyu's damp pointer and middle finger, slick with your pre, spread across your lips. It seemed he was making an even bigger mess of you for the film. You parted your lips for him obediently, his little coos easing you on.

"Suck on them for me, darling," Beomgyu demanded in a tone so sweet yet threatening. His eyes wide yet his irises dark as he stared at you from beneath the curtain of his lashes. It was like being stared down by a predator, his eye sharp like knives in your warm flesh. You did as you were told, taking his fingers in your jaw and licking them clean; the taste of saltiness wrapping across your tongue, "That's my good girl."

He finally pulled the camera back, grinning ear to ear as he propped it on your bedside table. Clattering against the wood as he adjusted it against a half-empty water bottle.

Beomgyu looked back down at you with a clearly excited glint in his eyes. Sliding his fingers out of your mouth and opting to get a taste of them himself, sucking briefly on his own supple flesh.

You mewled, attempting to clamp your aching thighs shut only to be stopped by the brunt of his knees forcing them wide. He chuckled softly when you responded to his actions with a whimper. He let go of his fingers with a pop, gripping your wiggling hip with the same hand.

"Was' the matter, baby? Relax," Beomgyu bent to your ear, breath so hot it felt suffocating as he spoke slow enough for your fucked-out brain to comprehend, "You're on camera... let's behave now." Though it was just a whisper, it felt like a slap across your own face. Making everything all the better, heightened senses running wild.

"Now... my fingers or my dick?"

Your eyes widened, and for the first time that night you actually spoke coherently, "W-what?"

He clicked his tongue, eyes flickering from the digital camera beside the two of you to your watery eyes, "My fingers or my fucking dick, baby, hurry up. I'm feeling nice so tell me what you want." His tight grip on your waist only grew tighter as his eyes shades darker.

"I—" Beomgyu pressed his erection right on your bare cunt, grinding into you with the same hard stare. You faltered, feeling the cold clasp of his jeans rubbing slowly against your puffy clit. You moaned out a sigh, your hand clasping around his wrist, "I— I want your d...dick. Please..."

"Good job, you used your words," Beomgyu sneered, rocking his hips with an extra force that made you squeak, "Wasn't hard was it?"

You shook your head and let out an unexpected sob, suddenly feeling all the emotions at once. This sound only made Beomgyu grin as he worked his jeans down slowly, wanting to tease you even more than he already had.

His eyes kept finding the recording, making sure the angle was right in the viewfinder.

Once he worked his thick cock out he pumped it once, a thick glob of pre sliding down his tip to the rest of his length by the palms of his hand. You gaped at him as excitement pooled in your tummy; forgetting to breathe as you took in the sight as best as you could.

"Keep these legs spread for me, doll," Beomgyu tapped your thigh, making you spread them as wide as possible; showcasing your gaping wet hole for him like an art piece. He aligned his dick on your puffy clit, the sudden heat of his length making you jolt as it rubbed slowly in a circular motion around your clit. You moaned with fluttering lashes, suddenly damp with tears, "Oh, fuck, you're so good baby... that's a good girl for me."

Beomgyu, as much as he wanted to play with you a little more, knew his camera only had a limited storage so he hurried himself up. Gliding his cock down your folds toward your enticing hole. He sighed when he pressed his tip into you, already satisfied with the way your eyes rolled back. He made sure to watch your face, suddenly reaching for the camera again to get a permanent rendition of your expression as he forced himself to fit into you. He held the camera in your face; you would've hid your expression if only you had the mind to care. He sunk into you slowly just to be able to catch every minor change in your face. From the crease in your brows to the twitch of your lips as they hung wide, it was all immortalized on this digital camera.

"Little pussy is practically sucking me in," Beomgyu sighed when he finally bottomed out, lightly tapping your tear-dampened cheek with enough force to make you whimper, "Fucking beautiful, baby."

He tossed the camera back down on the table, groaning as you clenched around him. Beomgyu swore the camera only made his senses heightened and he already felt like he was gonna cum; it was ruthless the way you clamped down on him. It felt like you were choking his cock. It seems knowing the camera was recording had the same effect on you. You whimpered his name, mewls of please and yes falling from your lips deliciously smooth.

Beomgyu nodded as if he understood; his eyebrows creasing as he intricately raised your hands up with one of his own, tightly secured your wrists above your head with the strength of his own hands. He chuckled when you whined again, this time your back arching. He didn't even have to properly fuck you for you to get off on his dick.

It was pathetically beautiful to him.

"Let me help you, darling," Beomgyu cooed, pulling his hips back only to snap them into you again. The harsh clap of skin on skin making you recoil back into the sheets. You called out his name as if he'd be able to help you despite being the one bringing you such immersible, overwhelming pleasure, "That's it, baby, yeah. Look how good you swallow me up... fuck, seeing you take my dick makes me want to knock you up..."

You whined at this, more salty droplets cascading down your face like a waterfall, lining your jaw and pooling in your collarbone. His grip on your wrists tightened the quicker his thrusts became. No longer was he cooing at you, not pretending to be the gentleman in bed. Now he was practically growling; properly fucking you with little care for your protests and half-baked whimpers. Beomgyu thrived on the pure ecstasy on your face, the contortion of your lips as drool and tears danced across your heated skin.

"This cunt is mine," Beomgyu groaned the loudest he had all night.

His head falling back briefly only for him to snap it back toward you, his eyes in slender almonds. Beomgyu was addicted to the wet sounds of your cunt taking his entire length, hoping the camera caught all of them; he was enamored by the sight of his cock going in dry and coming out soaked in pre from your slick, tight pussy. He groaned again when he saw your tummy bulge, chuckling as he raised his other hand from your hip and pressed it gently against your cute tummy.

"Oh, look at this," Beomgyu almost cheered, "Dick too big for this pretty little body of yours... you can see the imprint of my dick as I fuck you." He pressed against your belly harder and you yelped, the intense pleasure overwhelming. You sobbed into his arm as he bent down to you, fingers wriggling in his vice grip that felt impenetrable, "Gotta let me knock you up, doll, you'd look so fucking gorgeous with my baby."

You shook your head although your cunt clenched around him dangerously tight; so tight Beomgyu’s big brown eyes rolled back briefly.

"No— can't, Beomie," You whined his name for the hundredth time, "Too much— oh, oh, m' gonna cu-" Fresh tears spilled down your face and into the confines of your wet hair, drying from your own tears.

"Why fucking not?" Beomgyu groaned, "C'mon, baby, let's get a video of me fucking a baby into you... I know you want to."

You did want to— the thought practically had you slipping into a space in your head you've never been to before. You moaned his name, the sound fading into a crisp whine. He smirked, persisting with his words because he knew how wet it was making you. There was no hiding anything from him, besides, he could hear it all just from how he fucked you.

"Look so gorgeous all round with my kid," Beomgyu was close himself, starting to see stars cross his vision, "I'll cum so fucking deep inside of you you'll stay warm all night. F-fuck, I'll make you a mommy, baby. Want to be a daddy, will you let me?"

This time you were quick to nod, gasping between a sob as your back arched off the comfort of the mattress.

"Beomgyu!! Please!" Beomgyu pushed himself into you one, two more times and then that's all it took for you to be pushed over the edge. You collapsed into your orgasm so hard; your thighs shaking hard as sweat clung to your skin and your mouth grew wide with loud burst of moans filling the sex-filled air.

"Good girl, good girl," Beomgyu gasped this time, excited to pump you full. His hips driving into yours, overstimulating you enough to scream, "So close, m' close, fuck. I'm gonna cum inside you— take it, darling!"

Beomgyu's hips didn't falter, his orgasm washing over his like a wave of salt water and hot air. He only whispered your name with stuttering baby's. His grip on your wrists finally loosened as his body unintentionally sunk into yours. His cum was warm as it spread into your womb, thick enough to feel and deep enough to make you dizzy. Beomgyu groaned when his hips finally stuttered and he stopped moving; only your shared hot breaths filling the air now.

Beomgyu glanced over at the camera, grinning ear to ear when he saw the little red light still recording. He reached over to it and made sure to pan the fixture over your face one last time, capturing your final fucked out expression. He tucked your messy, sweaty strands of hair behind your ear and laughed, "That's my good girl. Smile for the camera one last time, bubs. That's it."

[goldeunoias]

Men who help you reach your special spots <3

Men who think your small hands are cute because it means only they can reach their baby's special spots. Who's fingers are nice and long, or thick and calloused and cause you to squirm every time they slide a digit in, or two.

"Kitten, what's wrong, do you need help reaching your special spots?" He whispered in your ear, watching as you lay next to him. You were knuckle-deep in your core trying to make yourself feel good, but to no avail.

He tsked at you, rubbing the hand that was in your core before sliding a digit past your walls, a shaky "wait" leaving you.

"Don't worry kitten, my fingers will fit. No wonder you can't feel your special spot kitten, your fingers don't reach," he cooed at you, pressing down on your hand to inch your fingers closer to where it felt best. You whined out as you felt his digit press the spot along with yours, your legs closed around his hand as he forced his index finger inside of you as well.

"Look at the juices your cunt is producing for me, you're gonna end up soaking my sheets," he remarked in awe, using his other hand to force your leg back open.

"Does it feel good?" he whispered in your ear, licking the shell of it as he sped his and your fingers up. You nodded and felt the knot get tighter in your lower belly, rutting your hips into the sensation with an increased desperation.

"Such a good girl f'me, make me proud yeah?"

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Minho,BANGCHAN, mingi, yunho, wooyoung, san, seonghwa, all of atz pretty much, scoups, jun, woozi, ALL OF TXT OKAY, heeseung, sunghoon, jaehyun, jaemin, yuta, johnny, sangyeon, sunwoo, eric

[bandgie]

Before Class

virgin!hueningkai x fem!reader

synopsis: You were Kai's lifelong bully, and you weren't planning on stopping your harassment towards him. As you have got older though, you've had to change your strategies. Now that you're both in college, there been quite a few tips you've learned on how to humiliate Kai.

warnings: MDNI 18+, DUBIOUS, college au, public oral (m receiving), handjob, bully reader, kai is sensitive (he doesn't have a backbone), cum eating, degrading, genital degradation (m receiving), begging, dom!reader, sub!Kai, mentions of Yeonjun, idk

2.6k words

Getting to class early was a must, parking was horrible after a certain time. You sat on the second floor of the library pretending to work on your assignments. Instead, you were observing his large frame hunched over a desk. Kai hadn't seen you when he walked in, and you're grateful for that. Not because you were nervous or embarrassed for what you did to him just a few days ago, but because it left you room to plan. 

Making Huening Kai cry was always a goal of yours. It was so easy when you were in elementary school. All you had to do was pull on his hair, throw some sand in his eyes and the waterworks would begin. As you've gotten older though, it wasn't as simple. You resorted to cursing him out, getting other kids to join in on you, but he was a tough cookie. 

There was just something about his tears that excited you. How red his nose got, the quiver in his bottom lip. Like art honestly, he was beautiful in his rawest form. There was something wrong with you for sure, maybe you needed to see someone for your obsession with Kai. How could you though, when he made it so effortless for you to keep harassing him?

You briefly thought of letting him go today, but your resolve was quickly dissipated when someone approached him. She was cheery, seemingly happy looking at Kai. He stood up quickly and awkwardly smiled at her. You assumed she must be a classmate talking about work, but when she made him laugh, your chest tightened. 

They had to be more than classmates, it wasn’t like it was often someone would approach you outside of class either.  Friends maybe? But with how pink Kai's cheeks had gotten, you think there might be a little crush going on. You hastily pack your papers, shove your notebook and folder into your backpack and standup from your table. 

Jealousy is probably the right word to use, but there was no way you would admit that. You just can’t stand seeing Kai smiling, hate how his lips curl and his teeth shine in the artificial light. He would look  much better sobbing, and you are planning on making that happen sooner rather than later.

Your wedges click on the ground as you approach the two. You can feel your blood rising hearing Kai's soft responses. You don't even need to speak to announce your arrival, you can see Kai's eyes widen in fear. 

Good.

"Oh Kai! I just wanted to pop in and say hi," you smile sweetly at both of them. She spins to see you, returning a friendly smile. She opens her mouth to speak, mostly likely to introduce herself, but you don't think you can fake your persona much longer. "I just needed to steal him from you if you don't mind." You reach for Kai's sleeve and pull him towards you. 

He hesitantly trudges to you, his eyes begging at his friend to save him. "Oh when were you going to be done? We had to work on-" You spare her a glance to interrupt her, "Actually, I think it'll take a while. Isn't that right Hyuka?" 

Kai stiffens at the sound of his nickname, one he hadn't heard in years. His terrified eyes dart to your own before turning back to his friend. "Y-Yeah," his voice is shaky. "I'm sorry, it'll just be a- a moment. I'll catch you after class." The girl eyes you warily, her gaze landing on your grip on Kai's sleeve. Rather than voicing her concern, she nods, "Sure. See ya soon then.”

You turn on your heels and pull Kai along with you. Kai can easily keep up thanks to his long legs, but he's trying to subtly slow his steps so he can delay his bad treatment. He has no idea what you have in store for him, and to be honest, neither do you. All you can think about is how easily he spoke to her, how eager he seemed. Kai has grown into an attractive man, that much you can admit. You just hate knowing he's beginning to catch the eyes of others. 

It's selfish, but you want him to think about only you. Whether it's from fear, anxiety, hatred, you need him to think about you as often as you think about him. After all, it isn't fair that you're the only one obsessed.

You spot the all-gender restroom and quickly take cover there. There’s nobody inside, it’s still early in the morning. You shove Kai into a stall and squeeze/crowd in yourself before locking the door. 

Being this close to him is nothing new, but being in such a confined space is definitely something you hadn't done before. Kai's figure towers over you, he could easily overpower you and leave. Instead, he keeps his hand by his sides and nervously eyes you. He's expecting you to berate him, to remind him of what a loser he is and how no one could ever stand the thought of him.

Instead, you drop to your knees. Kai's eyes widen in disbelief. You grab his belt, quickly loosening it. He moves to block you, gently pulling your hands away. "What are you doing!? Wait! Don't-" You look up at him and sneer, "Don't fucking tell me what to do. Move your hands."

For the first time in ages, Kai disobeys. He shakes his head and locks his arms over his crotch. "You can't," his voice is pleading. "I have to go to class, an-and I haven't... no one’s really..." He trails off. The redness in his face says it all. "Oh I get it," you smirk. "Are you a little virgin?"

At first Kai doesn't answer, but the pinch of your nails on his hands make him yelp. "Y-Yes..." his voice is small, weak. It sends shivers down your spine. You peel his hands away and leave them at his sides. He lets you, too petrified from his confession to really care anymore. 

"I shouldn't be surprised," you start. "You're probably too busy jerking off, watching porn like a loser. I bet you don't even have feeling in your dick anymore." You unloop his belt from the holes and slowly unbutton his pants. Kai clenches and unclenches his fists. You can hear him breathing heavily above you, and as pathetic as it is, it turns you on.

You pull his pants all the way down to his ankles and face his navy blue boxers. Experimentally, you let your hand rub over his crotch. You grip and rub over his limp dick, hearing him inhale sharply. "You're liking this huh? Hah, telling me to stop when you wanted it the whole time." Rather than answering, Kai bucks his hips to you.

You laugh at him, still making sure to apply pressure to his groin. "Fucking slut, bet you'd let anyone touch your cock. That lonely huh?" You grab the waistband of his boxers with your other hand. He stops you before you can pull them down. "Please," he begs. You look up at his glossy eyes, his sweaty forehead, the hair sticking so prettily  to it. 

Growing irritated with his refusals, you give a soft flick to his cock. Kai jolts at the sensation, even whimpers from pain. "Ask me that again, I'll bite it off," you threaten. This time he doesn’t fight when you pull his dick out. The space between your legs throb at the sight, and you lick your lips eagerly. 

His cock is twitching from stimulation, a flushed pink at the tip. There are a few blue veins that pop out from the paleness, a stark contrast to the dark pubes above it. At least he trims, you think. You didn't want pubic hair stuck in your teeth once you were finished with him.

Kai's legs tremble in anticipation, and you run your hands up and down his thighs. You carefully take his tip in first, letting the salty precum cover your tastebuds. The warmth of your mouth has Kai jolt, the feeling completely foreign to him. You steady yourself on his upper thighs as you start taking him deeper. The back of your throat opens for more room, and it doesn't take long to feel him stretch it out. 

Your movements are slow as you drag your lips down Kai's length. His cock feels smooth in your mouth, and you place your tongue on the underside of him. He groans when you deep throat him, and his hips slightly thrust upwards to chase your mouth. A surprised gasp tumbles out of your mouth from the force, making you pull away completely.

You angrily look up at Kai's flushed face, "Did I say you could move?" Kai lets out a soft sob and shakes his head, "No! I'm sorry. Oh fuck I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." You can see the tears in his eyes, the blush on his face. It's tempting to keep making him feel bad, to get those salty tears down his face, but you take pity on him. Your hand reaches for his dick and gives it a few pumps. 

He twitches and moans, still apologizing for his behavior. "I'll let it go this time since you're a virgin or whatever," you start. "But do that again and I'll leave you with your small dick like this, and no one will help you out like I am." Kai nods absentmindedly, his focus completely on your fingers. 

It's hard to admit, but you really like hearing Kai moan. His breathless whimpers, his choked sobs, the way he says your name like he's begging you to stop and keep going. There was no way, after years of bullying Kai, that you would willingly place yourself between his legs. Yet here you are, knees bruising up from the hard tile and your pussy throbbing from neglect. 

A wet sound comes out  when you place his cock back where it was in your mouth. It's lewd, but the noise is easily drained out by Kai's groans of appreciation. You can tell he's focusing on remaining still with the way his hands are bunching up his shirt. A smile finds your lips when a harsh suck makes his cries echo in the bathroom. 

"You're lucky no one's in here," you say when you briefly pull away. One hand strokes him and the other plays with his balls simultaneously. "Imagine if that bitch saw you now? You think she'd still like you after seeing what a whore you are?" Kai shakes his head at your questions. "N-No."

You hum in satisfaction with his admission, placing kisses on his cock. Before you have the chance to take him back in your mouth, you hear the door to the restroom open. Footsteps echo through the previously empty room, and Kai looks like he's seen a ghost. He looks down at you, a small desperate shake in his head. Don't.

You only grin in response, eagerly forcing his cock down your throat. Kai jolts and his mouth flies open in a silent moan. Your movements are much faster now, magnifying the pornographic noises coming from your mouth. You push even further. You unhinge your jaw and take him deep, bruising the back of your throat. 

Kai's pubes tickle your nose when you hit his pelvis, and you gag around his girth. Spit dribbles down your chin, landing on your thighs and the floor. You feel nothing but arousal when you realize the unsuspecting witness has stopped moving, attentively listening to the lewd sounds echoing from your stall.. Kai notices too and shakes his head aggressively. He can’t control the tears collecting at the corner of his eyes anymore, sending waves of pleasure to your core. 

"If you're gonna fuck, can you do it somewhere else? People are tryna piss," the bystander finally calls out. You recognize the voice immediately, and so does Kai. Yeonjun sounds rather irritated, not bothering to wait for a reply as he leaves. Kai slumps in relief when he hears the restroom door swing shut again, only managing to let out a groan when he tries to speak.

Even without the extra audience you still put your best show on for Kai. Your fingernails are gripping his thighs, drool hanging off your bottom lip as you keep throatfucking yourself on Kai's dick. Kai bites his lower lip so harshly he thinks it'll bleed, but that pain is nothing compared to the pleasure you're giving him.

You can feel your arousal seep through your underwear, down the inner parts of your thighs. You think about fucking him, how good his cock would feel stretching you out. He probably wouldn't even know how to fuck you right. You might have to bounce on his cock while he sits on the toilet. As dirty as that thought is, there's more pleasure in watching Kai writhe above you.

His length twitches in your mouth. You use your hand to stroke the parts your mouth can't reach, and you maintain a steady rhythm. Kai's whines get more and more out of control and without thinking, he brushes the hair out of your face. There's a delicate moment when he locks eyes with you, making sure to get a good look at your face as he cums in your mouth. 

The hot spurts make you gag, but you force your mouth to stay on his cock so as to not waste a single drop. Kai looks like bliss with his eyes slanted and mouth open in a long moan. He’s still looking at you, almost as if he actually wants to see you.  The thought makes your stomach flip. 

You purposely take a long time pulling your mouth off his cock, his cum still settling in your mouth. Your knees scream in protest as you stand to face Kai. You wrap your hand at the back on his neck and drag him down to your height. Your other hand finds his mouth and pulls it open as you purse your lips. 

"Say ahh..."

Kai's cum leaks from your mouth in thick globs, landing on his tongue. He grimaces at the taste but keeps still. His lips are so close to your own, and for a second you debate kissing him. But then you’d miss how he swallows his own cum, how he would cough as the thick substance slides down his throat. 

You spit the remaining cum into his mouth before licking your own lips. Kai covers his mouth and squeezes his eyes as he tries to swallow it all without gagging, tears sliding down his face. Your thumb wipes one away and you bring it to your mouth, adding to the salty taste. 

"It tasted good huh, Hyuka?" 

He opens his eyes and shakes his head pitifully, making you laugh. You do the honors of pulling Kai's pants and boxers back up and adjusting his belt. You tap his clothed cock a few times just to see him flinch from the sensitivity. 

Your cunt is still sopping wet, crying to be touched. You might have to ignore it for now, but you know this won't be the last time you play with Kai. Kai silently watches as you pull your makeup out of your bag, fascinated by how quickly you make yourself look normal again despite being wrecked on his cock mere moments ago. 

You snap your mirror closed and open the stall door, sauntering away without a second look. "Better get to class then Hyuka. You don’t wanna be late.”

a/n: I love huening kai and I feel like there's not enough writings about him!! I'm planning on making this a little series, so stay tuned for that!

proofreader/editor: @then-make-me (thank you!!)

update!: second part here

update 2: third part here

[purrplegyuu]

Let me tell you a lil secret. I have a bunch of dark ideas to write about (from the darkest to the lightest):

1. Biological reader’s brother Soobin x reader (i have like two different plots involving this partner)

2. Stepbro Beomgyu x reader step sis (also two in mind, one of them being Cold cuz i dont want to forget about my first tumblr work)

3. Professor Zhanghao x student reader (might not sound so dark, but the plot is, because on the beginning, reader is excited about having a relationship w him, but she falls out of love as time passes, and she decides to end the relationship, but Zhanghao doesn’t like it, so he starts treating reader so mean during classes. Ohohoh this one gots me so excited fr)

4. Classmate Soobin x classmate reader x classmate Beomgyu, but also procurer reader.

5. Half brother Junghwan x half sister reader

6. Girlfriend’s big brother —either— Haruto or Sunghoon x reader

7. Best friend Yeonjun x high reader

8. Mean dom Beomgyu x sub reader, soft dom Taehyun x sub reader (but both taehyun and reader do what beomgyu says cuz he’s the leader, and beomgyu just sees, never does)

9. Sister’s ex boyfriend Beomgyu x reader, dealer Yeonjun x low key addict reader, classmate Kai x reader (the darkest part about this one is the ‘dealer Yeonjun x addict reader, the rest is almost pure angst)

10. Jihoon older reader’s sister’s best friend x reader (this one is not dark at all just really angsty, but like the feeling might get dark at some point)

11. Perfect guy Hanbin x lier reader (put this on last one place because even if it’s kinda dark, I don’t want it to contain any kind of smut, so it makes it a lil lighter? Anyways, is not actually dark, but reader lies a lot to hanbin, and the lie end up drowning her so… yeah kind of)

LET ME KNOW GUYS WHAT DO YOU THINK! ALSO LET ME KNOW WHICH ONE’S YOU FAVORITE. LUV YALL🫶😘

I promise i will publish at least three of these, just lemmie take my time because i’m not pretty comfortable w my writing yet.

[thotsofintrusion]

can we just,,, talk about cockwarming for a minute?

like,, not soft non-sexual cockwarming. nonononono i’m talking about fully sexual, fully torturous cockwarming, where he just won’t let you off his cock, but he won’t move either. personally, i see this best with beomjun, (separately but together is also an interesting thot) two men who take way too much pleasure in seeing you lose your mind on their cocks.

beomgyu, he loves watching you suffer and squirm and beg him to help you until there are tears in your eyes. so on nights where he games, oftentimes before he starts he’ll work you up a little. he’ll strip you bare in his lap and kiss you breathless. he’ll pull and suck on your cute little nipples until they’re hot and hard to the touch. he’ll pinch your clit and tease your entrance until you’re dripping and begging for more. and then he’ll finally sink you down on his cock and log on to his game. while he’s logging in and getting ready he’ll let you bounce on him, he’ll even let you cum if you can get yourself there. but right before the first round starts, he stops you. he holds you down on his lap and reminds you of the rules for the night: 1. you are not to grind bounce or move on his cock in any way, 2. you are not to make any sounds - if you need something you use a safe signal and 3. you don’t cum without his permission. this last rule is one that had to be established after your first couple sessions. we all know beomgyu likes to run his mouth, and that doesn’t change when you’re on his cock. the first couple of times he played this game with you, he ran his mouth so much and got you so worked up that you managed to make yourself cum just by clenching on his cock and listening to him degrade you. and while he thought it was absolutely amazing that he turns you on that much, it’s not exactly what he has in mind for these nights. no, on these nights beomgyu wants you crying and desperate and begging him to touch you even just a little. on these nights, gyu wants to watch you break down while he denies you any pleasure until he’s satisfied. and it’s going to take at least a few hours and denied orgasms to satisfy him.

with yeonjun, it happens after a round or two, on a night where he’s spent the day worked up and needs to let it out on you, but still wants a bit of a break during. it happens on nights where he’s not done with you yet, but he wants to let you catch your breath and come back up to the surface a bit so he can push you right back down. he always makes sure he has you in missionary for this, because he loves being able to just lay right down on you after he fills you up, so you can’t get away from him while you keep him warm. he cums deep inside you and just flops right down on top of you and tells you that you’re going to keep him and his cum warm until he’s ready to go again. you can feel that even though he softened up a little, jun is still very much hard inside of you, and this sends you reeling. you’ve already cum at least three times and his size, even partially soft, is enough to make you feel nice and full, and when you try to wiggle your hips to feel something other than him filling you up, yeonjun just smacks your thigh and tells you not to complain. he tells you to use your safe word if you don’t want this, but he knows you won’t. he knows you love when he keeps you at his mercy for as long as he sees fit. and he knows being impaled on his cock is one of your favorite pastimes. so he’s going to keep you there for as long as he wants.

[lilykatelyn-blog]

Hello! I read your storys and they're so good 😭 idk what your guidelines are but, if your comfortable with it, would you mind writing cockwarming with txt? Thanks in advance if you decide to write it! Also im not certain what anons are, but if positions are open could I be 🍰 anon?

Cockwarming w/ TXT

pairing: txt x Gn!reader

genre: smut

warnings: cockwarming, taehyuns a lil shit.

notes: Yeah ofc! (Idk if you meant you didn’t know what anons were or what anons I had so I’m just gonna explain, anons are like labels so I can identify each anonymous user that messages or send me asks <3) sorry this took so long 😭

❤︎Yeonjun❤︎

Would be so into it, and he would be a menace. Constantly asking you “what’s wrong baby? I thought you asked for this, now you’re complaining?” And tsking, constantly telling you that you brought it upon yourself and you need to deal with it, even when he was the one who brought it up. He’d have you cockwarm him while he was practicing lines or responding to some work emails. It always ended with him giving you the best fuck of your life. He’d have you on his lap purposely taking long to respond or practice a single part, but he was done, it would be so pleasurable. One hand stimulating your clit (or cock) while fucked into you from behind. Cock sliding in effortlessly from the amount of precum/arousal fluid you had produced. All while he whispered how good you were doing for him in your ear.

❤︎Soobin❤︎

Never thought he’s be into it tbh. But the moment you brought it up, he felt himself get hard. You’d sit on his lap while he’d work or something, and once he finished he’d be so whiny, asking you to ride him. You’d make him wait a while, pretending to be busy on your phone while he whined. Accidentally bucking up into you, earning a slap on the thigh from you. He’s be kissing your neck, trying not to fuck up into you. When you clenched he’d see stars and he’d accidentally fuck up into you. Once you decided enough teasing was enough, you’d let him fuck you or you’d ride him, whatever he wanted. He was your sweet binnie after all.

❤︎Beomgyu❤︎

honestly I don’t see him being a big fan, but once you sat on his dick, he’s immediately have to hold himself back. Use this as a punishment if he intentionally makes you jealous or acts bratty. He also uses this as a punishment for you when you act bratty and he just makes you sit there while he games, ‘accidentally’ bouncing his thigh every once in a while, making you go crazy. When he’s had his fun and made you frustrated, he’ll stop and carry you to the bed, not pulling out. Then he’d fuck you into oblivion, telling you to never do that again. I think he’d be more into it if you were the one being punished tbh, not if he was. He finds it frustrating, but he loves feeling your arousal fluid (or precum) seep down to his thighs because of how turned on you are at him punishing you.

❤︎Taehyun❤︎

until you mentioned it, he thought he’d hate it. But when you finally sat on his dick, he had to bite your shoulder to stop from moaning. Whenever you would shift he’d hold your waist and tell you not to. But after a while, he’s get comfortable and start teasing you. He’d purposefully shift, or bounce his thigh, or buck up, claiming he was just adjusting his position. He kiss your neck, grope your chest and your ass. When you’d clench he’d chuckled and buck up slightly to make you clench more. If he’d feel you pulse around his dock, he’d stop teasing and switch your positions. Having you on the bottom and him on the top, finally fucking you as you’d both wanted. He’d fuck you hard, until you were seeing literal stars. Then when you would be finished and ready to doze off, he’d whisper in your ear “let’s do that again Jagi, good night.” Then go and sleep.

❤︎Hurning Kai❤︎

He’d be even more whiny than Soobin. He’d whine about how he wants to fuck you, how he can’t handle just staying still. But he’ll comply and stay still because he doesn’t want ti face the consequences of disobeying you. Now if this wasn’t a punishment and he was the one leaning towards dom this time, he’s be chill, working on something or listening to music, or actually paying attention to the movie while you were the one whining in his ear about how you needed him and needed him to fuck you. He’d eventually agree and fuck you. But not before playing with your clit/cock and almost making you cum then ducking you hard on the couch, not even bothering to turn off the tv, just laying you down and fucking you right then and there, without a care in the word for your neighbors.

[innocentvenus]

ཐི♡ཋྀ Kinktober Day 5

contents - female reader! breeding kink heavily, multiple cream pies,

It had been at least four hours since Soobin began his rut. He’s came at least seven times, all inside of you because his instincts don’t allow him to pull out.

“I need to breed you, need to fill you up with my babies and stake my claim over you.” He whimpers out while grinding his cock as deep as possible.

You whimper back as he makes you cum once more, making a new total of nine. “Fuck I know you want it as much as I do. The way your body is just begging for it.” He groans out, while reaching his orgasm.

While he rides his out, he just gently rocks against your body. When he’s finished, he pulls out of your pussy, watching as the cum leaks down. “Fuck baby, you can’t leak anything. Gotta make sure it’ll stick.” He takes his fingers and plugs the cum back into your pussy.

“There we go, now we just wait until it sticks.”

[the-name-chapter-ella]

Arcade Love- Choi Beomgyu

Pairing: Beomgyu x Afab reader

Genre: smut, fluff, MDNI, 18+!

CW: NSFW, smut, mature language, public setting (arcade photo booth), fingering & head (f!receiving), unprotected sex (use protection guys)

Synopsis: You go to an arcade with your boyfriend Beomgyu. You have some innocent fun playing a few games and taking a few photos, before the tension becomes too much and you decide to have a different kind of fun...

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The lights of the arcade glistened around you, flickering in time with the music that could barely be heard underneath the noise of the crowd. You stood with Beomgyu at the entrance, his expression unable to mask the childlike excitement he was feeling. Seeing the arcade lights reflect in his eyes seemed to match his excited smile so well. You let your thumb run across the hand you were holding while you admired him softly.

Before you could comment on how cute you thought he was, Gyu's excitement shot into action as he gripped your hand tighter and bolted toward the center of the arcade, practically dragging you. He dropped your hand momentarily to motion to the Dance Dance Revolution platform that stood in front of the two of you. With how proudly he held his arms up toward it, you'd think the game was created by Choi Beomgyu himself.

"I hope you came prepared to lose today," Beomgyu declared with loud confidence, lowering one arm to rest on the bar handle while the other swiped his long black hair away from his face. His sweet smile became a playful smirk as he subconsciously raised an eyebrow at you. You only had time to chuckle at him before he practically jumped over to be directly in front of you. He widened his eyes as large as he could make them and instantly put his face closer to yours. His hair jumped along with him as he hopped up and down slightly, keeping the distance between your faces minimal. "Not going to say anything? Are you scared to challenge me?" He taunted you.

You chuckled at the sheer energy that was so closely bound with everything he said. "Gyu... I'm not scared to challenge you because there's no doubt who's winning". You calmly stated this as a fact, deeply contrasting his rapid enthusiasm.

If you shook Beomgyu's confidence at all, he didn't let it show. The smirk he had plastered on his face earlier still remained as his brown eyes flickered down for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "If you say so," he shrugged before sending a quick wink your way. It was subtle, but still felt dramatic coming from him. You rolled your eyes at his attempt to distract you.

He couldn't even keep himself focused on his own tactics, because within a second he was already focused on choosing the perfect song to dance to. In Beomgyu's concentrated state, you found yourself admiring him again. His eyebrows were furrowed as he squinted his eyes ever so slightly, and his tongue was poking out of the corner of his mouth. He looked so serious, and it attracted you to him more than you already were. A loving sigh escaped your mouth and, like a switch had been flipped, he whipped his head around and donned his most innocent expression. His face had instantly softened and his mouth was now slightly agape. You were always amazed at how quickly his entire demeanor could change.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, concern filling his voice. You shook your head and smiled as a way to tell him not to worry. His posture softened, revealing how tense he had been when he had mistaken your sigh for one of discomfort. "Good. I just get worried when I think you could be upset about anything".

Before you could thank Beomgyu for caring about you, he quickly changed the subject and blurted, "But now its time for me to kick your ass!"

He pulled you to the platform by your arm and gave you no time to prepare. You quickly tried to get lost in the music, beginning to get perfect scores on each step, when Beomgyu noticed how well you were doing. He immediately came up with a plan of action.

Your perfect scores were interrupted by two familar hands pushing you off the short platform. You stumbled and glared at Gyu with a look of betrayal as he glanced at you briefly to make sure you weren’t hurt. "Looks like you need to work on your coordination!" He erupted with laugher. Despite his amusement, he didn't let his focus shift away from beating you.

When the song came to an end, Beomgyu looked at you with a prideful smile. "I beat you without even trying," He panted, chuckling in between heavy breaths. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and hopped off of the platform.

"You're evil, you know that?" You mumbled, giving him a playful punch to the shoulder. "Its what I do," he grinned, already prepared to move on to the next thing. You shook your head and laughed silently as you wondered what he would drag you toward next.

Beomgyu's eyes lit up once again and turned to you with the excitement of a small puppy. "Y/n!! You know we have to...."

You followed his gaze and noticed a photo booth in the back of the arcade. Your eyes lit up to match the enthusiasm that were in his; Gyu always loved taking photos with you. He always felt the need to display them in his wallet, in his car, in frames at home...

Your thoughts were interrupted by a gentle tug on your arm, and you looked down to see Beomgyu holding onto it with both hands. You looked up to meet his soft eyes, giving him a nod to satisfy that questioning gaze.

He took the gesture as approval to race toward the booth, keeping his grasp on your arm. He was a few steps ahead of you so you couldn’t see his face, but you knew that the biggest smile was plastered across his lips. Beomgyu was practically skipping across the arcade at this point, and his happiness was radiant.

He pulled you behind the curtain, eager to start taking photos. You sat down next to him as he excitedly suggests, “I think it would be cute if we made a heart!” He held up half of one, waiting for you to complete it. You couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. He was so cute, so eager to make memories with you. You put your heart-shaped hand next to his and smiled.

After the flash went off, he quickly moved on the next pose he could think of. He held up a peace sign with his left hand, as the other made its way around your back to rest gently on your waist. You put up a peace sign to match his, trying not to pay attention to his hand placement. He was being cute and sentimental, just wanting to take photos with you. Surely it’s not the time to think about how commanding his delicate fingers were on your body. Especially not in a public place like this.

Noticing you tense up under his touch, he glanced over at you for a moment. It made his sweet smile lose its innocence for a fraction of a second, although he didn’t want you to notice.

The flash of the photo booth distracted Beomgyu from his fleeting thoughts about you. It startled him slightly, causing him to involuntarily tighten his grip on your waist. You inhaled sharply at the sudden movement. Usually he would have asked you if you were okay, but his mind was preoccupied. Even though he was silent, the look in his eyes gave him away.

Neither of you could say anything as you sat there, both trying to ignore the heavy air around you. You almost felt frozen until you let out a deep exhale from the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. The sound of your breathing made Gyu close his eyes in an automatic response, changing the pressure of his hand on your waist. It’s like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to let go, or grip you tighter.

He brought himself to meet your gaze again, giving away the desperation that had settled in his eyes. His held his lower lip in his teeth ever so subtly as he fought the urge to break eye contact. You fought this urge as well, knowing his lips were practically inviting you.

Maybe the photos were over at this point, maybe they weren’t. All you knew was that time was stopped and you two were alone. You shifted in your seat, your movement breaking the trance Beomgyu was in as he freed your waist from his grip. You looked at the ground to distract yourself from the things you were thinking about him. The relief you felt was short lived, because when you met his eyes once more, he cautiously moved his hand to your thigh instead.

His fingers ghosted over the skin on your thighs, making your breathing unsteady. He maintained eye contact with you during this, with brief moments of his gaze flickering down to his own hands. He couldn’t help but think about what he could do with them as he lingered around the hem of your skirt.

When he looked back up, you were greeted once again by his lustful expression. You opened your mouth to break the silence that neither of you could bear anymore.

“Beomgyu…” was all you could mutter through your shaky breathing. He was barely touching you, but it was sending lightning waves up your spine. He put his finger to his lips to signal you to whisper, you had forgotten you were in public. It was an innocent gesture. Despite that, it made you shift in your seat once more as you focused on it.

Without thinking, you took the finger away from his mouth and guided it to your own face, gently tracing it along your pouted lips. You kept eye contact with him as you put it in your mouth. His eyes widened. He loved when you did this, although usually it was behind closed doors. He wondered whether the curtain they were sitting behind could provide the same privacy. A heavy exhale left Beomgyu’s lips as he removed his finger from your mouth to place it on your waist again. This time it didn’t stay there. He moved his hand down your side until it met the end of your skirt. He made sure you were looking at him as he trailed his fingers delicately along your panties, driving you crazy with the gentle touch. He liked watching you react to his movements, knowing you were squirming at the thought of him. You were so pretty in this vulnerable state, and he liked to be reminded that you were his.

You were painfully aware of how his fingers were barely touching you, teasing you with every gentle movement. Beomgyu must have been waiting for a verbal cue, or any kind of approval, as he looked up at you with a soft and questioning expression. He was unsure whether or not to take the risk. Only having the curtain to separate you from the crowd of the arcade made it even more of a rush to you, and soon you couldn't take the anticipation.

"Please... I'll be quiet." You swallowed. You hadn't noticed that you were practically drooling over the thought of him. Beomgyu exhaled with what seemed to be a sigh of relief as he impatiently moved your panties to the side. The sudden rush of cool air on your now exposed area caused you to breathe in, almost in surprise. He popped his fingers into his mouth and then traced them where your panties used to be, the warmth giving you another feeling of shock and pleasure. He then brought his lips to your neck and kissed you softly, swirling his tongue on the tender skin. You shivered at the feeling, needing him more and more every moment.

When he pulled his lips away from your neck, you pouted at him. He responded with a soft smirk. Keeping eye contact with you, Beomgyu lowered himself to the ground in front of you, his wet fingers still moving along your clit. He broke eye contact with you to swiftly replace his fingers with his tongue, and you held your breath as a wave of pleasure flooded your body. You nestled your hands in his hair and pressed your lips together as he pushed two fingers into you, curving them upwards to hit the spot he knew you liked.

As you felt his fingers move in and out of you, you squirmed and thought of how desperately you wanted all of him inside of you. He slowed down his pace and lifted his head to look at you with a loving expression that was full of craving. He always teased you like this before you had sex, and today you were more needy for him than usual.

You started getting impatient. You gave Beomgyu a pleading look, to which he answered by trailing his now wet fingers back up to your waist. Before you knew it he was back in the seat next to you, almost effortlessly lifting you to his lap.

As he sat you down to straddle him, and you gasped softly at his erection that pressed firmly against you. Instinctively you sat up higher, and Beomgyu responded by bucking his hips upwards to meet your body once again. The corner of his upper lip raised slightly when he did this, a breathy groan leaving his mouth. You were getting wetter by the second, surely leaving a mark on his pants already.

“Are you sure we should-“ you began to mutter, before being interrupted by a passionate kiss. You immediately melted into it, starting to slowly move your hips back and forth against him. The grip he had on your waist fell to your hips as he guided your movements. You bit his lower lip, letting a soft moan slip into his mouth. You knew this drove him crazy.

He pulled away from your kiss briefly to let out heavy breaths, unable to close his mouth. He looked down at your hips grinding against him. His hands tightened on your body, clinging onto you in desperation.

You stopped moving, causing Gyu’s gaze to quickly flicker back up to meet yours. He waited for you to say something, but instead you lifted yourself off of his lap. You stood up in front of him and kneeled down to hook your fingers in the waistband of his pants. His breath caught in his chest as he watched you pull both layers down, exposing himself entirely to you.

Despite seeing his dick many times before, your eyes still widened at what was in front of you. Beomgyu smirked softly at your reaction. He shook his head slightly to get his messy hair out of his face, so he could better admire you.

“You better be quiet, okay?” He spoke softly. You nodded, unable to speak. He placed his hand on your chin to lift you up to eye level, so he could look at you as he ran his hand up your skirt. He slipped your panties off gracefully and lifted you to sit on him once again.

Now you were sitting slightly above him as Beomgyu lined himself up with you, not breaking eye contact. He traced his dick back and forth along your wet center as you shuddered in response. You sunk down slowly and you let out a gasp as he entered you. Beomgyu let out a quiet groan. You matched each others rhythm as you bounced. Your breathing quickened, gasping every time you felt his dick fully inside of you. Beomgyu’s hands roamed your body desperately until one of his hands settled on your waist while the other nestled in your hair. You pressed your lips to his with a hunger, sucking on his lower lip.

He pulled away and used the hand on your waist to stop you from bouncing. "Just sit on it. Don't move." He teased through gritted teeth. Your body ached for movement, you ached for him. “Beomgyu… please-“

He interrupted your pleading by breathing into your ear, biting down on your earlobe and moaning softly. He couldn’t help himself but to buck his hips ever so slightly, the stillness killing him even more than it was killing you. He moved from your ear to trail kisses down your neck, gently sucking on the tender skin. A moan escaped your lips, and he tightened his grip on your waist to tell you to be quiet.

At this point you were squirming on top of him, unable to stay still. Beomgyu gave in and held you firmly with both hands digging into your hips as he bucked into you. His pace quickly increased. The feeling was like fireworks in your stomach when he took over, it was almost impossible to stay quiet. You brought your face next to his ear so you could let quiet moans escape your lips, you wanted to let him know how he made you feel. You needed to make some sort of sound, even if it was restrained.

Beomgyu let out a low groan in response to your noises. He bit his lip to stop from making another sound, and tightened his grip on your body. You winced at the pressure change, and Gyu adjusted his hands to be more gentle. “Is that okay baby?” He panted, sweat dripping from his forehead. He didn’t stop his motions to ask you this.

All you could do was nod as he thrusted into you with more pressure. You were unable to close your mouth and let out a few more soft moans, squeezing your eyes shut. He kept thrusting in and out of you quickly, his mouth open as he moaned silently. He was penetrating you so hard that you could feel the buildup of excitement in your lower abdomen. “B-beom…” you whined. You placed a hand on his chest, signaling him to stop so you could take over. You werent ready to cum just yet. He panted as he came to a stop, where you picked back up almost immediately by bouncing on him. You lifted your shirt, exposing your bra-less chest. Beomgyu immediately placed his hands on your boobs, making sure he touched every inch of them. He then started toying with your nipples. He squeezed them, causing you to let out a gasp of pleasure.

“Quiet, or I’ll stop” he said between heavy breaths, his eyes full of lust. You closed your mouth immediately and shut your eyes, shuddering slightly at the pleasure that was flooding your body. You let out another unexpected gasp as you felt his tongue wrap around one of your nipples, Beomgyu's puffy lips sucking on it generously. He swirled his tongue around your nipple, as you lowered your bounce to start grinding on him instead. His teeth grazed you as he bit you softly. You couldn't help but let out a breathy moan, which caused Gyu to remove his mouth from your nipple so he could tell you to be quiet.

"Since you can't keep it down, I'll at least have to muffle the noises you make." Beomgyu pressed his needy lips to yours, and you took the opportunity to start bouncing on his dick again. This time it was Gyu who let a moan slip into your mouth as he gripped your hips. His grasp became commanding as he guided your movements, picking up the speed. You exhaled heavily onto his tongue, lightning waves striking every inch of your body as you felt the buildup in your stomach come back.

You let a soft "Yes" escape your lips. "Like that?" Beomgyu panted. Your only response was a moan, one that was a little bit louder than before.

He broke away from the kiss to throw his head back in pleasure, thrusting into you with more power. His sweaty state caused his hair to look wet now, making him look even sexier to you than he normally does.

The fire in your lower abdomen grew the harder he thrusted, and you moaned softly as you tried to fight it. "Beom.... Im.. Im close" you tried to whisper, but it came out like more of a whine. He replied with a desperate "mm-hmm," signaling that he was ready too. His thrusts got messier as he lifted his head back up to look at you with a flushed face. His eyebrows furrowed as he let out a restrained groan, and his fingers dug into your skin.

Your climax was coming to a high, the electric feeling becoming unbearable. You pressed your lips together and shut your eyes as you focused on each thrust into you, the pressure creating a feeling that felt like an ice cube and a fire were on your center simultaneously. You gasped as you reached your peak, throwing your face into Beomgyu's neck to muffle your moans.

As you did this, he bucked his hips into you one last time with power, hearing a groan of relief fill your ears. You twitched slightly at the warmth that flooded your insides from Beomgyu's pleasure.

You both relaxed and softened your posture, letting go of the tension in your bodies. The only thing you could hear was the pounding of your heartbeats in between your heavy exhales.

You lifted your head back to face him, admiring his sweaty hair and bright puffy lips. You smiled at his messy features, and he planted a soft kiss on your lips.

"You know I love you right?" He whispered in between heavy breaths, chuckling slightly as he moved some hair out of your face.

"I love you too." You grinned. You took another look at the state of him and giggled. "But maybe we should fix you up before we get out of here." He gave you a playful punch to the shoulder, "Hey now, it's your fault isn't it?"

You rolled your eyes with a smile and started to adjust your hair and clothes, giving Beomgyu a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Maybe. But next time, I wont take the blame."

You gave him a loving sigh and grasped his hand, hoping nobody was waiting for their turn outside of the photo booth.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

You Are My Queen Now | Part 10

Word Count: 15.8k

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Summary: Growing up as a child of a minor lord, you had it instilled in you since a young age that you needed to find yourself a rich and affluent husband that would not only provide a comfortable life for you, but would also help further your family’s position in the court. So it was of the utmost importance that you remain a virgin in order to land such a coveted husband.

The problem lies when the man you secretly love, Prince Beomgyu, suddenly and unabashedly propositions you.

Warnings: extremely unhealthy relationship dynamics, manipulative characters, mentions of and justifications of rape and blaming someone for their own rape, mentions of miscarriages, period inaccurate lingerie, spanking, cheating, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, orgasm denial, cumming on face, idk what else.

You quickly fall into a comfortable routine at the castle as the weeks pass by. Breakfast first before heading to court then archery and sparring practice, followed by lunch and some lessons with Wonyoung, then dinner and maybe a walk in the garden with Beomgyu before heading to bed.  

Today is no different. You wake up before he does, warm and safe in his arms as if nothing in the world could touch you here. You take advantage of the moment and sit there and watch him, getting tangled in his long lashes that kiss his sculpted cheeks, sliding down the slope of his elegant nose, circling the plump curves of his irresistible lips… You could sit here all day and content yourself with the view but you know you have to wake him up. The servants are already knocking on your door. 

Reluctantly, as if you're reaching out for an invaluable piece of art, you brush his shaggy hair out of his face, making him stir. “Baby… wake up.” 

He has a smile on his face before he even opens his eyes and a smile of your own tugs on your lips as you watch him stretch like a cat, his loose shirt exposing his tummy and nearly falling over his shoulder as he raises his arms up, before they come down around your body and pull you flush against him, finally opening his eyes as he nuzzles your nose with his. 

“Beomgyu–” You whine, knowing what he’s up to. Ever since you came back, he’s been a menace to get out of bed. He would pout and whine like a little baby, clinging onto you and burying his face in your neck or your hair or your breasts and beg you to let him hold you just a few moments longer. 

But it’s never just a few moments. When you used to indulge him, those moments would stretch to minutes and then hours and before long you would have Wonyoung pounding on the door, demanding you ‘lazy lovebirds’ get up before she kicks your ass. And so after a few close calls, you had to start denying him. 

“Just a few more moments, love.” He still tries, attempting to burrow his face in your neck but you keep him at bay. It’s not like you don’t want it too–you’d spend the rest of the day in bed with him if you could, but you know he has responsibilities. He’s the king now, and he can’t just spend all his time with you like he used to do, no matter how badly you both wish that was the case.

“Nuh-uh, I’m not falling for that again and you know it.” You admonish him and he pouts. “Fine then, give me a kiss.” 

The way he puckers his lips at you makes you think that it will be a sweet little kiss so you gullibly give in, but as soon as your lips meet his, he’s opening his mouth and deepening it, coaxing you into reciprocating and allowing him to slip his tongue inside. 

“Beomgyu…” You whine half-heartedly as his lips detach from your mouth and travel down your neck, leaving a wet trail on your tingling skin while his hand nudges itself between your legs, finding your wetness from last night.

Beomgyu had taken to tormenting and teasing you every night, riling you up to just before your breaking point then stopping and snuggling you to sleep, your wetness covering your thighs and his fingers. It’s part of his plan to drive you crazy and get revenge on you until you’ve proven that you’re not pregnant so he can finally fuck you, and you have to say that it's working all too well.

"If you're not going to make me cum then don't be an asshole and get up." You berate him but he just chuckles against your neck, teasing your pussy with his long fingers. 

“Maybe I will this time.” He whispers tantalizingly, pressing a slender finger inside you easily. It’s too little, too slow, too teasing, and yet you cling to the elusive hope, driven by the accumulating desire he’s built over the last few nights. You don’t need much, just a little more…

But then he suddenly stops, taking his hand away from you and you groan loudly. 

He shushes you with a sweet little kiss but it doesn’t fool you. You can see the wicked smile on his face. “You said we have to get up now, don’t we, princess?”

You scowl at him. “I hate you.” 

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Following an otherwise pleasant breakfast, you head to court. You still stand on the sidelines, of course, just watching him handle the various disputes and petitions in admiration. 

He looks so respectable and in control when he’s up on that throne, speaking with a confidence you never saw from him before in such official proceedings. He was always timid and unsure at those situations under the unimpressed gaze of his father. So seeing the way he's flourishing now almost brings you to tears. You’re so proud of him, and yet a nagging feeling of melancholy swirls around at the pit of your stomach at not having been there to see his development. 

But the one thing that brings you comfort is that when everyone leaves and he turns to you, he’s your little puppy again. 

“What do you think? Did I do a good job?” He teases, but you can hear the unspoken need for reaffirmation in his voice. Beomgyu is still looking to you for reassurance at every chance. Despite everything he has accomplished, he still craves your approval and you are more than happy to give it to him. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t tease him back a bit first. 

“You were alright.” You feign nonchalance. 

He must know you’re kidding but his smile still falls. “Oh, okay.”

“No, baby. I was just teasing. You did great.” You drop your act right away, wrapping your arms around him and trying to make it up to him when he suddenly breaks into a grin and starts tickling you. 

That brat, he was just messing with you. 

“Stop, stop.” You scream breathlessly but he doesn’t relent. Only when your lungs are empty of air and your sides hurt from laughing does he let up, nuzzling into your neck and asking you one more time, “How did I really do?” 

“Amazing.” You pet his hair fondly, making him melt into your touch. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”

Some of the stars in his eyes have returned. You notice more and more of them everyday and you hope someday you'll be able to see his constellations again. You just have to protect him until then.

“Hey, Beomgyu…” You start hesitantly. 

“Uh-oh, I don’t like that face.” He jokes when he notices your serious expression but you can tell that he’s worried.

“About the new project you’re doing, you know, with the peasants.” 

He smiles widely. “You like it?” He asks, but then doubt quickly replaces his happiness. “No, you don’t. Otherwise you wouldn’t look like that.”

“No, no, I do. I love it. You’re wonderful as always.” You reassure him, which just confuses him more. “Then what’s wrong, princess?” 

“I can see that the nobles aren’t happy about sharing their jobs with the peasants.”

“Ah.” His face dawns in realization and you hurry to explain yourself before he misunderstands you. “I personally think it’s great but I’m just worried about you. I’m worried that they might turn on you.” 

His expression turns into a thoughtful frown. “What are you getting at, princess?”

“I have an idea. Why not restrict the posts the regular people can take to the non-royal and rural positions?” You suggest, “That way the nobles can keep their elite posts in the city while the common people can still work jobs that are higher than what they’d usually get.”

“Wouldn’t that just be disingenuous?” 

“No. The common people would still get a better education and better jobs, but this way you’ll keep the nobles happy too.” You can see the doubt on his face and you sigh, cupping his cheek. “I know it’s not ideal, but I don’t want you to get hurt. And maybe in the future, we can expand on it even more when people are more ready for it.” 

He ponders about it for a few moments but the way his face sags helplessly lets you know that he’ll give in before he even opens his mouth.

“Alright, princess. If that’s what you want.” 

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Beomgyu lets you practice archery alongside him these days. You’re not as good as he is but he and the archery master are genuinely helping you now. 

"I was a fool for not letting you do this earlier." Beomgyu speaks out as your arrow hits the target. 

"Hmm and why is that?" You ask absently, reloading your crossbow.

"I don't know but seeing my princess so concentrated, so skillfully handling something so deadly…" He trails off, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "Is kind of hot."

“Beomgyu…” You whine in protest as he kisses your neck. 

The nobles living in the castle, Beomgyu’s entourage, and the most trusted servants are certainly aware of the true nature of your relationship but everyone keeps their mouths shut. You’re the king’s, and that’s that. Like Beomgyu once told you, all kings have concubines. It doesn’t matter much if that concubine is another man’s wife. Taehyun wasn’t liked enough for it to matter.

But you still feel uncomfortable letting him feel you up in public, and you hazard a glance at the archery master who in turn tries his best to pretend he’s oblivious to what his king is doing.

"If you like seeing me handling a deadly weapon…” You start, turning around in his arms and smoothly putting some distance between you. “Why don't you give me back my dagger?" 

“No.” His smile falls and so does your face, and he hurries to try to salvage the moment.  "I'll give you another one. I'll make you one made of gold and studded with diamonds."

You shake your head. "I don’t want that. I just want my dagger back."

“You mean his?” He snaps, scowling, before he lets his frustration out in a sigh. “You know I hate saying no to you so just drop it.” 

He says it like it’s inconvenient that he has to turn you down, like it hurts him more to deny you than it hurts you to lose something so valuable to you. 

You scoff and turn your back to him. “Whatever.”

But he grabs you, wrapping his arms around you, his hot breath tickling your ear as he scolds you, “You’re being a brat again. You don’t even need it but I offered to replace it with a better one.” 

“But I want it. It means something to me.” 

His hold gets tighter on you and you know you really pissed him off now. “It shouldn’t mean something to you. I am here. Why are you holding onto something of his?” 

You turn around in his arms to confront him. “He was a part of my life. He meant something to me. You have me now but you can’t erase him. You don’t get to have me back as your whore while also erasing the memory of a man who gave me the one thing you couldn’t.” 

His eyes gleam dangerously and he tries to gulp down his anger. “Then you wouldn’t mind if I held onto her because she could give me the one thing you can’t–a legitimate heir?” 

You slap him but he’s not the least bit upset by it. In fact, he’s smiling smugly. “I thought so.” He murmurs, kissing you. You kiss him back fiercely. He knows just how to rile you up. 

Irritated and possessive, your mouth leaves his lips to suck and bite at his neck, no longer caring about who could see. In fact, you wish they would see so they would know just who he belongs to. 

You leave angry marks in your wake and he lets you–throwing his head back and moaning shamelessly as you mark him up. 

When you’re done, he has a hazy look in his eyes but the smug smile is still on his face. “Fuck, baby, how am I supposed to go to the sparring session like this.” He groans hoarsely as he pushes his hard cock against your stomach. 

But you have absolutely no sympathy for his predicament. “Not my problem.” 

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Yes, the people in the palace knew to keep their mouths shut. Or maybe they just like Beomgyu and would support him anyway over Taehyun. After all, why wouldn’t they like him? He’s generous and easy-going. Even if they don’t agree with his recent socialist campaign, he’s still much better for them than Taehyun. 

But not all of them are so smart. Or perhaps some just think they’re above consequences. 

One of those people is Heejin–one of your fellow ladies in waiting who never liked you and always had something passive-aggressive to say to you. She was one of your primary tormentors all your life–the people who never let you forget how much below them you are and how you’ll never be one of them. And it seems like she just couldn’t keep quiet following your return and seeing how you're being treated even better now. 

So during one of your tea parties with the ladies, she used the opportunity of Wonyoung stepping to the side to arrange something with the servants to let out a snide remark towards you. 

“Everyone is so happy you came back.” She starts, her greasy smirk prominent on her face, and you can just tell that there is something behind it. “Our king especially. He is so stressed with all his duties and obligations but I hear you know how to make him very happy. Maybe if poor Ryujin had learned a thing or two from you she would still be out here with us.” 

The reactions around the table vary–some keep their faces neutral, some look uncomfortable, but quite a few let out a snicker. Normally, you’d just keep your head down and take it. You weren’t powerful or important enough to fight back or even object. But you’re different now. Taehyun taught you to stand up for yourself and you’re not about to let this bitch treat you like this anymore.

So you give her a smile and with a steady and pleasant voice, you say, “I would suggest you keep your ugly horse mouth shut before I knock your buck teeth out, my dear lady.” 

Everyone around the table freezes in shock and Heejin’s face goes red and she starts sputtering so much you think she might’ve choked. 

“You–what–how could–how dare you talk to me that way, you whore?” She shrieks, drawing the attention of Wonyoung whose head snaps towards the table before she quickly rushes back. 

“What is going on?”

“The whore just threatened me!” Heejin shouts, her voice going higher than you thought humanly possible. She looked like she’s about to explode right in front of your eyes. 

But Wonyoung doesn’t make it any better. “Don’t talk about her that way.” She says, her voice low but serious. 

“You’re taking her side?” 

“I’m not taking anyone’s side. I’m merely telling you that that is no way to address a lady.”

“A lady?” Heejin squawks like a wild animal. “You and your brother have gone mad. I’ve tolerated this long enough but I will not stay here a second longer if you insist on dressing up the whore and masquerading her around as one of us.” 

At this point, you’re on your feet and ready to make good on your promise. God, that bitch would look so good with her teeth busted in. 

But Wonyoung puts a hand out to stop you and says to Heejin calmly. “Then leave. I will not allow you to stay anyway.” 

She makes an unintelligible, indignant sound before finally storming off. But Wonyoung doesn’t mind her, and she turns back to the table. “Anyone else have a problem?” 

They all keep quiet. “Good.” 

The rest of the tea party is passed by tensely, only you and Wonyoung really talking, with the others putting in a word or two here and there, but you don’t care. You’ve taken their abuse long enough. 

To your surprise though, the lady next to you–Chaeyoung, who is also of a less wealthy background than Heejin but not near as low as you–leans in at one point to whisper to you, “Good job. I always hated that bitch.” 

You look at her in shock and she sends you a subtle wink, before grabbing her cup and sipping on it daintily. 

You smile to yourself as you do the same. 

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When it comes time for lunch, you’re surprised that Beomgyu had called you for a private meal next to the lake. You guess this had something to do with your outburst earlier and you nervously chew on your lip as you’re escorted to the familiar lake. 

But Beomgyu doesn’t look mad as you take your seat next to him on the picnic blanket he had laid out on the soft grass. 

“I heard you called Heejin a horse-faced bitch.” He says nonchalantly and you huff, already prepared to snottily protest whatever admonishment he had for you.  “So what? Are you going to chastise me for not being ladylike?” 

“No, you’re right. Her face is remarkably horse-like.” He says simply and you look at him in shock.

You’re met with a blank, innocent look from him that lasts a couple of seconds before the both of you burst out laughing. 

“You’re not mad at me?” You ask when the laughter dies down, your sides hurting from the outburst but your wounded heart already feeling soothed at his unexpected reaction. 

“No.” 

“Where is this new attitude coming from?”

“My father is dead. I don’t have to listen to his bullshit anymore.” He smiles at you and beckons you closer. “And my princess can do whatever she wants.” When you’re within reach, he pulls you onto his lap and wraps his arms around your waist. “She will be gone in the morning. You can be sure of that.” 

"But won't that create a problem with her family?” Your shock is back, along with worry. You fucked things up. Couldn’t you have just shut up? “They're very influential."

"They are but no one is more important than my princess."

Maybe it’s silly for you to be so surprised at this when he has done much crazier things for you, but to have this girl who tormented you for so long kicked out of the palace just because she insulted you, someone she considered so inferior to her, is really touching. Things have really turned around over here, haven't they? He’s creating a new life in the palace just to make you more comfortable. 

It reminds you of how when you were kids, Beomgyu would fiercely defend you, going after anyone who dared to cross you, even his own brother, until his father forced him to stop. He never really changed, did he? He’s still your little protector. 

“Thank you.” You mumble quietly, burying your face in his neck as you let your body fall against his and he holds you. “You don’t have to thank me, princess. I promised you that I would give you the life you’ve always wanted.” He pulls your head up gently and looks deeply into your eyes. “You just have to let me. Okay?” 

You nuzzle your nose against his. “Okay.” You say, giving him a kiss. 

“Let’s eat. I had them make you your favorite.” He gestures to the duck and your mouth waters at how delicious it looked. 

Beomgyu hand feeds you like has become the ritual when you two eat alone–each bite followed of course by a peck on the lips to help it go down. 

It's so easy to let him take care of you. It's easy in the way that comes with familiarity. And you convince yourself that it's okay to enjoy this now because you were doing this for a good reason. You could stop struggling and trying to prove that you’re worthy–to him, you already are worthy. 

You don’t really talk much, just content to eat together quietly. The presence of each other was enough to fill out your entire universe. 

It’s only when the servants clear out the food and there is nothing left but the wine, does Beomgyu break the silence. “I think this is my favorite place.”

“Really?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Even more than the beach?”

“Even more than the beach. Those memories have soured a bit now.” He explains and you look to escape his eyes at the reminder of what you did to him the last time you went there. Mercifully, Beomgyu doesn’t linger on it long. “No, this is my favorite because it was here that I realized I love you.” 

You cock your head to the side in rapt attention, urging him to continue. 

“Remember? It was the first time we got drunk, properly drunk. I had snuck off a bottle of wine from the palace cellars, just like the one we're drinking now." He swirls the liquid in his cup a bit and you feel the blood-red liquid color your faint memories and give them more vibrance. "We came here after the whole palace had gone to sleep, and we took turns chugging it. We couldn’t really stand the taste much but we were young and I guess we had egged each other on and competed on who could drink more. Needless to say, we got very drunk, very quickly."

You chuckle as you start to remember that night more and more as he recalls it. It was your first real taste of alcohol. Yes, you’ve had a couple cups of wine here and there during feasts, but that night you drank that whole bottle by yourselves. It tasted terrible but after a certain point you couldn’t even taste it at all, only the pleasant buzz of the alcohol and Beomgyu’s closeness swirling in your mouth. 

“Before that night, you were already my closest friend and secret desire, but there was always this distance between us. You were always careful not to get too close because of our backgrounds.”

Yes, you remember that time. You were still unsure about how deeply and sincerely the prince felt for you. You were prepared for him to get sick of you at any moment and discard you for better-bred companions. 

“But that night, the liquor burned down our throats and lit its way through our veins, melting away all our reservations until it was only me and you, the lake and the stars. That night was the first time I held you in my arms. It was the first time I realized I loved you… I was in love with you.” He recalls in wonder and looks at you like he’s just having that same realization once more. “I worried that you could hear the erratic beating of my heart as you lay your head down on my chest and dozed off, that you would find out my secret and pull away from me, but you stayed. The whole night you laid in my arms, the gentle breeze wafting the smell of your hair towards me. You smelled lovelier than the flowers in the garden, looked more radiant than the moon. How could I not fall for you?”

You look at him with fondness bursting out of your heart. How did you even hold back for so long? What spectacular power did you possess to not throw yourself at his feet earlier? 

You set your drink down and all but lunge at him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He smiles and does the same, continuing his story in a much more hushed and tender voice than before, as if he intends for nothing else to hear it but you–not even the universe itself. 

“You went back to acting reserved around me in the morning, but I knew your true self. Something formed between us that night that no one could take away from us.” 

“I love you, Beomgyu.” You breathe out, not knowing what else to say to him that wouldn’t sound so lackluster in comparison. All you could do is reaffirm your unending love for him and hope he can feel it pouring out your body and into his. 

“I love you too, princess.” 

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You used to accompany Wonyoung to her lessons and sit there while she learns and you mindlessly sketch the faces of the students in class and the various herbs and plants they used. It's not that you didn’t admire what they're doing but you just had no interest in medicine. 

But lately it’s been different. You had asked Beomgyu to provide you with art classes–something you can actually actively enjoy– and he said he can arrange some lessons for you with his mother as she's quite the gifted artist herself. He doesn’t say that he chose her because he wants to have a member of the family around you at all times but you know that’s why. 

You were a bit reluctant at the idea at first. You never really spent time alone with his mother before and despite her apparent welcoming of your return, you didn’t know what she really thinks about you. But Beomgyu reassured you that she loves you and that you have nothing to worry about. 

You were still antsy during the first couple of lessons, but true to his words, it was a surprisingly pleasant affair. His mother is just as charming as her children and she seamlessly pulls you into a nice, aimless conversation as you pass the afternoons painting. She’s a wonderful artist and she has a lot of tips and tricks to teach you that she learned from the most esteemed artists in the world. 

Today was no different. Everything was going marvelously well and you were enjoying yourself quite a lot even as you struggled to apply a technique she just taught you, when she said something that stopped you in your tracks. 

"I've always liked you, you know?” She speaks up, seemingly harmless at first, but then she continues, “I was the one who convinced my husband to keep you. He could never see what Beomgyu saw in you but I did. You made our boy happy.”

The way she talks about you is just like her son does–as if you’re something to be kept, and you realize she must be why Beomgyu turned out this way. She must be the reason why Beomgyu feels entitled to you. 

You know you shouldn’t antagonize the literal queen but you can’t help yourself. Her words triggered a long-held insecurity in you. “You talk about me as if I’m a pet for Beomgyu to keep him entertained.” 

“You could see it this way.” She shrugs, “The way I see it is that every mother wants to make sure their son is happy, and you make him happy so of course I would want to keep you around.” 

You grit your teeth. If it wasn’t for her, none of this would’ve happened to you. Beomgyu would never have been able to control your life the way he did and you might’ve gotten an actual say in anything that happened to you. Maybe if you hadn’t grown up at the palace, surrounded by people who always looked down on you for having less means than them, you wouldn’t have turned out so insecure. Maybe if other men were allowed to express their interest in you, you wouldn’t have sold yourself to Beomgyu. Maybe you could’ve found a nice man with a modest background similar to your own and been content with a life with him because you never would’ve felt the need to compete with people you could never hope to reach the level of. 

Or maybe your father would’ve sold you to someone else less generous and more cruel. 

Whatever the case is, this is your life now and she's the reason why you're here. She is the one who allowed Beomgyu to own you, and for that you want to simultaneously hug her and stab her in the heart. 

“But you’re not just that, are you?” She leans in closer to you, oblivious to the dark cloud swirling around you. “You’re hungry, greedy, cunning…” 

You open your mouth to defend yourself from the apparent accusations but she cuts you off. “I like it. Truth be told, I'm a lot like you. I've always had ambitions of ruling but my husband never let me. And I just wasn’t brave enough to do anything about it until I saw what you did. The way you tamed that savage man and had him wrapped around your finger… It was inspirational.” 

“I didn’t tame Taehyun.” You shake your head vehemently, uncomfortable with the way she’s talking about him like he’s a beast. It seems like, to her, you’re nothing more than animals–you a pet to be kept and trained, and Taehyun a feral dog to be tamed or put down. “He acted on his own will.” 

“Then how come he only changed after you stepped into his life.” She challenges. 

“I just helped him–”

But she doesn’t care to listen, and her next words completely shift your focus anyway. “You’re much more worthy of being my son’s wife than that treacherous foreigner. You know she planned to have him killed?”

The brush drops from your hand as you gape at her. “What?” 

“She used you abandoning him to slither her way into his life and then his bed. She pretended to be his confidant and the stupid idiot let her.” The queen rolls her eyes and you feel vindicated at her reaction. She too thinks Beomgyu shouldn’t have done that.

“Then she figured out that he was behind my husband and son’s deaths when Beomgyu told her he's planning to get a divorce and set her free. She knew he did it to get you back and she pretended to be happy with the new arrangement and the prospect of going back to her home, but secretly she was plotting something of her own. She didn't want to go back to her kingdom as a divorced princess. It would bring shame to her and her family, especially when the rumors about you inevitably spread and people realize he chose you over her. No, she wanted the power she was promised so she continued seducing my son, trying to get him to impregnate her so she’d secure her position as the queen and he wouldn’t be able to dissolve the marriage. And, the idiot that he was, he fell into it because he was jealous you were sleeping with another man." You blush when she says that even though you had no reason to. The man you were sleeping with was your husband. You had every right to do so, but you’re also aware that, here you were, mad at Beomgyu for doing the same. 

"Still, he was careful about not giving her a child so that he would be able to dissolve the marriage, which of course put a wrench in her plans, but not for long. One night she got him black out drunk using some kind of hypnotic substance and used him while he was unaware, making him cum inside her. She’d gotten herself a baby without him even knowing.” 

You feel nauseous listening to the queen informing you of what happened. She took him against his will–took something from him that he wasn’t willing to give. It reminds you of what happened to you. How ironic is that? Did he feel the same way you did after? Was he as broken and violated? 

You want to feel sympathy for him and you do but mostly you just feel rage. Beomgyu took your virginity from you against your will because you belonged to him. It’s only fair that he belongs to you too and she was going to take what’s yours. 

“She was going to wait until the child was born before exposing the whole family for what happened and therefore getting us executed and securing herself the throne as the mother of his heir, but luckily, she ended up miscarrying. That’s why she’s been confined to her chambers all this time. She really is sick but she’s also under arrest for her treason.” 

You don’t say anything even long after she concludes her story, the weight of the realization paralyzing your tongue. Ryujin would've taken Beomgyu from you. He would've died while you were away from him. You would’ve never gotten to see him again. He would’ve been gone from this earth and you wouldn’t have even known until later.

“Oh, darling. Look how pale you’ve gotten.” You feel your hand being enveloped by her own and you look up to see her regarding you with a pitying look. “You really love him, don’t you?” 

You try to speak but there is no saliva in your mouth and your voice comes out faint and hoarse and unrecognizable so you just shut it again and nod.  

“This is why I like you. So what if you aren’t of a noble enough birth? You love him and would never hurt him and that’s what matters.”

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That night at dinner, you were so preoccupied with the information you had learned from the queen that Beomgyu had to nudge you several times to get you to eat. Throughout dinner, he was throwing concerned glances at you but you couldn’t explain your strange mood to him. You both had to wait until you were alone in your bedroom before you could talk, and when you are, you waste no time confronting him about Ryujin.  

You tell him exactly what his mother had told you and ask him why he didn’t tell you about it. A sheepish look overtakes his face as he explains to you. 

“I felt pathetic.” He starts, head slumped and shoulder sagging. “I barely slept with her when you were here and when you left I stopped sleeping with her entirely. But then you got married and I was inconsolable. I was angry and hurt and she took advantage of it. She incited me to do something to get back at you and at the time that was the only thing I could do–that was before I killed my father. Then after I killed him, I still slept with her because I knew that I was getting you back and I wanted to be ready for you. So many of our experiences before had been about me and I worried you wouldn’t want to be intimate with me because you didn’t enjoy our time together so I wanted to make sure that I’d be good for you. But then she did what she did and I felt like such a dumb asshole. I was so stupid and heartbroken over you that I almost got myself killed. How pathetic is that? I didn’t want you to know the truth because I was embarrassed about what I did. I am an idiot, aren’t I?” 

He looks at you with the eyes of a kicked puppy, seeking reassurance that you’re not mad at him but you are. You know you have no right to be but you are. “You are an idiot.” You tell him, making him deflate even more. “What are you going to do with her?” 

“I have a plan for her. Don’t worry about it, princess.” He wraps his arms around you and attempts to kiss you but you hold him at bay.  "How can I not worry? She wanted to take you away from me. You were going to let her. You were going to give her your heir and then she was going to kill you."

"I wasn't.” He shakes his head vehemently. “She drugged me. I didn’t want it.”

Again, you want to feel sorry for him. You’ve been through the same thing with him, being taken against your will, but that’s exactly why you don’t have any sympathy. He did it to himself both times. He took you against your will and then he put himself in the situation where he had the same thing happen to him. Why should you feel sorry for him? No, you’re just angry that he ruined your potential new life and forced you to come back when he was sleeping with Ryujin all this time. You’re also angry that he almost got himself killed because of his stupidity. 

“But you let her get close to you. You gave her the chance to do this.” You hiss at him and he flinches but keeps his hold on you tight. “I’m sorry. I will never let anyone separate us again, not even the gods themselves." He promises earnestly, trying to kiss you again but you pull away entirely, yanking his hands that try to clutch onto you off. 

“Baby, please–”

“Close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you.” You command and he furrows his eyebrows at the strange request. “Why?”

“Just do it.” You snap at him. “I got a surprise for you.” 

He’s visibly uneasy about following through with your demand, and you half-expect him not to do it. After all, you’ve betrayed him a couple of times before. How can he be sure that you’re not up to anything funny now? 

Eventually though, he gives in. You guess he doesn’t want to make you more mad at him right now. Sometimes he really is putty in your hands. 

You go to the closet and pick out the outfit that you had stashed at the back. You quickly discard your clothes and put it on, struggling a little with the flimsy but intricate material. Once it’s on, you check yourself in the mirror one last time to make sure everything is where it should be before walking back up to the restless Beomgyu.

“Open your eyes.” 

“Alright, what is… the big surprise…” His voice trails off as he opens his eyes, his breath catching in his throat at the scandalous little thing you’re wearing. Automatically, his hands raise to play with the lacy and silky material as if hypnotized, and his eyes darken. “Where did you get this?” 

“Do you like it?” You bite your lip and twirl around for him to show off. The outfit you’re wearing isn’t common among the people. It’s too risque, too lewd, only worn by those who provide sexual favors to men. 

“You’re filthy.” He sucks in a sharp breath, grabbing you by the waist to pull you flush against him, and you shudder at the lust in his eyes. 

“Did she dress like this for you?” You can’t help but take the jab, your jealousy still twisting at your insides.

“You know she didn’t, you brat." He grits out at your clear provocation but you have no interest in backing down. "Of course she didn't. Because she's the queen and I'm the whore. She doesn’t need to wear this to get you to fuck her."

"Don't speak like that. You know how much you mean to me. You know how much I want to fuck you." As if to emphasize his words, his hands go down to grab your ass and press you against his hardening cock. “She’ll never compare to you.”

You love this. You love seeing the effect you have on him and you seek to drive him more crazy. If he’s going to mess with you then you’re going to mess with him too. 

“Tell me, when you were letting her seduce you, was she able to make you so hard that you were leaking through your pants like I could?” You challenge, cupping his bulge pointedly, making him hiss in pleasure. Unfortunately, he has gained more control over himself in your absence and he grabs your hands and holds them behind your back. “If you keep running your mouth like that princess, you’re just asking for it.” 

“Asking for what?” You continue to challenge him, hoping you’d strike gold somehow. “You to make it up to me that you let her fuck you and get pregnant by you?” 

“That’s it.” 

He pulls you to the bed with him, and for a moment you feel triumphant, thinking that you’d finally gotten him to snap out of his control. But unfortunately for you, you hit the wrong nerve, and instead of pushing you on the bed and fucking you, he sits down and drapes your body over his knees. “What are–” Your protest is cut off when he smacks your ass, making you yelp. 

“So fucking entitled, getting so mad at me for fucking my wife when you used to beg that bastard to fuck you every night. And now, here you are, dressing up like a little slut to try to provoke me so I’d fuck you.” He smacks your ass again. 

Like a little slut. 

The word gives you pause. It’s what you’ve always dreaded being, and yet now that you’ve accepted your role in his life, in this moment… it thrills you somehow. Yes, you’re his slut. But better being the slut that has his heart than the wife who is locked up. He’d do anything for you. He’s crazy for you. 

“And to think I was begging you for this before you left. I guess I should thank that poor bastard for setting my princess straight.” 

At the mention of Taehyun, you get angry. He has no right to talk badly about him. Taehyun only wanted the best for you. He may have gone about it the wrong way but he allowed you to be something you could never be under Beomgyu. 

That was his mistake. 

“Fuck you, Beomgyu.” You snarl at him and he smacks you two times in succession. “No, baby. You’re not getting fucked. You’re not getting your way.” 

He keeps smacking your ass despite your snarls and curses–not soft, little slaps but full on open-handed strikes that sting and burn– and your voice gradually loses its ferocity and turns into pathetic mewls with every slap. 

“What is it, princess? Can’t mouth off anymore?” Beomgyu only lets up then, kneading your hot and undoubtedly red cheeks. 

“I hate you.” You mumble against the sheets and Beomgyu spanks your ass again, making you cry as you clutch the sheets under you. “Puppy, stop!” 

“Puppy? Now I’m puppy? Where did all your bite go, princess?” He coaxes, going back to kneading your ass, but you stay quiet, biting your lips and trembling as you try not to cry. But Beomgyu is a crafty motherfucker, and he tears a pitiful moan out of you by prodding his fingers at your wet pussy. 

“Would you look at that? Princess likes to be put in her place?” Beomgyu sucks in a harsh breath and his fingers start rubbing your pussy from behind. You whine, shaking your head and fighting to keep yourself from arching into his soft touch that was a stark difference from the harshness of before. But Beomgyu doesn’t pay attention to your weak denial. “If I knew that’s all I needed to do to get my brat in line, your ass would’ve been red every day until you learned to behave.” 

“Beomgyu…” You protest the humiliating proposal. The idea of him taking over his knees and spanking you every time you acted out is both mortifying and deeply arousing. But you can’t let him know that last part. He’s already not taking you seriously. He’s being an entitled asshole again. He’s–

“Beomgyu!” You cry out when he pushes two fingers into you suddenly, but your pussy easily accommodates them, and you finally let go and arch into his touch, seeking more pleasure, but to your dismay, he keeps them still and you whine. “More. Give me more.”

Another hit lands on your ass at the demand. “Ask nicely, brat.”

You should feel mortified, draped over his knees with your red and sore ass arched in the air like this, but you’re beyond caring right now, not when you can feel your wetness dripping down your thighs and his hard length poking at your tummy.  

"Please, baby." You turn your head back to look at him prettily and shake your ass a bit. 

You fight to keep the smirk off your face when you feel his cock jump and his fingers immediately start moving inside you. 

"Good girl." He grunts, working his fingers in and out of your wet pussy as his other hand palms your asscheeks and spreads them apart so he can watch his fingers disappear inside you. 

You know he must be having the time of his life seeing you positioned so lewdly for him. The horny pervert must've only imagined this in his dreams. You can feel just how hard his cock is right now and you can hear his little intakes of breath and feel the way the fingers of his free hand are digging into the flesh of your ass… he must be going crazy right now and you can’t believe how he's still holding back. 

Whatever. If he doesn't want you to pleasure him then that's fine… Well, it isn't but still. You just hope he lets you cum this time. You can't handle another denied orgasm or you'll melt into a puddle of wet heat. 

"Puppy, your fingers feel so good inside my pussy. I’m so wet for you." You start your obscene appeal. "Wanna cream around your pretty fingers, baby. You’ll make me cum, won’t you?" 

"Now that your orgasm is on the line, you want to play nice?" He asks haughtily, seeing right through you.

"Yes, please… my king." You try again and he chuckles. 

"Baby likes calling me that, huh? You like knowing you’re getting fucked by the king?" He stills his fingers and opts instead to curl them inside you, messing with your sensitive spot and making you see stars at the corner of your vision. "You never begged this much for me when I was a prince. I guess just being a prince isn't good enough for my spoiled baby." 

He might be teasing you but as they say there is always a truth to every joke and you know Beomgyu is still bitter about you rejecting his proposal to step down before. Maybe he even thinks that you’re only acting like this now because he’s the king, which isn’t true at all. 

Yes, it’s fucking vindictive to have the actual king want you so bad after years of others treating you like you’re not worth the dirt under their shoes, but it's not fair for Beomgyu to insinuate that you’re only acting this way because of his status. You never incited him to become the king. You never asked him to kill his father and brother. He did that out of his own accord. 

"How can you say that when a lord was enough for me?" You shoot back breathlessly, knowing it will anger him but you just couldn’t hold it in. You needed to defend yourself.

Beomgyu curses lowly, smacking your ass again and again, his large, slender fingers no doubt leaving overlapping angry marks on your sensitive skin. This time, he doesn’t let up for even a second, not giving you a break until you burst out into sobs and finally surrender. “Beomgyu, fuck… fuck, stop, stop. I’m sorry. I'm sorry, puppy, please. It hurts.” 

He gives you a couple more smacks for good measure before he pulls you up to sit you on his lap. “Shhh, stop crying.” He half admonishes-half consoles you as he wipes your tears. “You know you deserved it, riling me up like that. You're such a brat sometimes. You drive me crazy.” He coos ever so softly and you whimper pathetically, letting him coddle you after his harsh treatment just seconds ago. “I know you're jealous and upset about what happened but that doesn't give you the right to behave this way. Isn’t that right, princess?"

“No, you’re just mean.” You huff and cross your arms, but in doing so, you draw his eyes to your breasts that are almost spilling out of your top and he immediately gets distracted from the topic at hand. 

He pulls on your arms, uncrossing them and bringing you closer until your noses are almost touching. “Give me a kiss.” 

You shake your head and sniffle, pouting at him and pushing at his shoulder, still finding it in you to be insolent, but luckily for you, your pouted lips look way too enticing for him to ignore the way they’ve plumped up and turned red from you biting them.

“Come on, princess. You know I only punished you because you were being bad. So be good for me and I’ll be nice.” His husky promise makes you shiver and stay still as he leans in and presses a peck to your lips. His pretty puppy eyes flit up to see your reaction, and he murmurs a ‘good girl’ when you lean in for another kiss. He indulges you, kissing you again and again, each time the kisses grow longer and firmer until he presses your chin down with his thumb to open your mouth and slide his tongue into yours. The feel of his hot tongue blazes a fire inside you already, your body getting conditioned to expect what's coming by now. 

You want to cling onto him needily, to touch him, but you know he'll just put your hands down. This is his game, his revenge. You’re not allowed to reciprocate or touch him. You can only sit and simmer in your need. 

You don’t know how long you spend like that–exchanging hot, open mouthed, dirty kisses that leave you squirming, but eventually your mind gets hazy and you try to control the pace of the kiss, but you immediately feel his long, slender fingers around your throat, not pressing down tightly, just a reminder of ownership over you, like a flesh collar and you quickly back down. 

"Who do you belong to?" He murmurs huskily. 

"You." You whimper, and he takes your lips again. 

His hand slides from your neck to cup one of your breasts and you let out a shaky gasp and arch into his touch, wordlessly pleading with him to give you more. 

But for a while he just swallows your shuddered breaths, feeding him as he continues to drive you insane with the muted touches over your clothes. 

Until finally, finally, he pulls the neckline down. He doesn’t touch your bare breasts right away though. He brings his thumb back to your mouth and pushes it inside. He watches you intently as you suck on it and you do your best to mimic another similar, lewder action, hoping he’d break and let you suck his dick.

No luck. He takes the wet finger out eventually and uses it to rub around your nipples, making you whine again at the inordinate amount of teasing. He keeps it up until you’re just about to explode, but he can read you too well and just before you do, his thumb finally flicks over your sensitive bud. 

"Beomgyu, please." You moan needily and he complies, bending his head down to take the other nipple in his mouth. 

"Always loved these tits." He moans against your skin. "You always wore those dresses that made them almost spill out and I knew that if I just slipped my finger in and pushed down slightly, they'd pop right out of the bust. My cock kept urging me to do it. The thought would fester in my brain and I'd grow dumb and distracted with it. To just do it so I could play with these…” He takes that moment to jiggle your breasts obscenely and you make a noise of protest, embarrassed at his perverted confessions and actions. “You were such a tease. Made me wait so long, only to act so needy when the tables are turned on you."

He goes back to sucking on your tits, eager in his ministrations as if he is making up for all the times he wished he could do that but held back. The feeling of his tongue flicking your nipple while he plays with the other with his fingers shoots straight to your pussy and has you rubbing yourself on his thigh to quench some of the flame building there. 

You were so naive when you were younger. You had no idea that your sweet little prince was thinking of you so lewdly. You were so hopelessly in love with him that you didn't even see all the things he got up to behind your back just so he could keep you to himself. You could not have predicted how you'd end up today–the both of you married to other people yet you’re seated on his lap, his cock poking at your heat while your tits are in his mouth. 

But it's not enough. You need more. You need his fingers in you, his mouth on your pussy, anything other than this maddening teasing. "Puppy, please. I need more."

When he pulls back to look at you, you blush at his swollen lips and the various bruises scattered all over your tits that he now kneads in both his hands so as not to give you any moment of reprieve. "Don't be greedy, princess. Let me enjoy you like I've always dreamt of."

"But I can't take much more, puppy." You plead with him. 

"You're going to have to, princess." He purrs, going back to mouthing at your chest, but you can't take it anymore. You're practically leaking on his thigh. 

Desperately, you reach your hand out to palm his cock, trying to rile him up. He falters for a moment, moaning against your chest as you cup his heated member, but then he pulls away from your wet nipples and wraps his hand around your neck again. 

"No. Be good." 

"Please." You try again and he sighs. "You never could've survived what you put me through." 

You suppose you wouldn't have. 

He pushes you to lie down on the bed and looms over your body like a beast ready to devour his prey. “Look at this scandalous little thing you’re wearing.” He derides, tugging at the frilly material. “You really will do anything to get fucked, won’t you, princess?” 

“Puppy–” You pout, flushing, but he spanks your sore ass and you quickly abandon your demure act.  

"Don't act shy now." 

You take a deep breath and confess. "Yes, Beomgyu. I want to be fucked." 

“But this is only for me, right?” He asks sharply, palming your thighs possessively. “Did you dress like that for him?” 

You shake your head. 

“Did you act like such a slut?” The insecurity is apparent in his question. He knows you begged Taehyun to fuck you and it clearly is messing with him to imagine you being like this with another man. 

But you were never like this with Taehyun. You could never let your guard down and behave so pitifully for anyone else. “No, puppy. Only you.”

He seems to accept this for now but you know it's not the last you’ll hear of this. "Spread your legs for me, princess." 

You comply right away, his obedient little slut. 

"Good girl." He trails his hand up your body slowly, more slowly than necessary just to rile you up so you're squirming for him before it finally reaches its destination between your legs to rub your pussy.

"Please." You prod and he cocks his head to the side innocently. "Need something inside you, princess?"

You nod and spread your legs wider for him, displaying your pussy to him as if it was his. Because it is. 

"My pretty princess can’t go a day without getting her needy pussy filled up." He coos, fingers sliding embarrassingly easily along your soaked pussy but you’re beyond caring now. "Is that why you left him? Because he wasn't giving it to you?" 

He didn’t give you the time to consider protesting before he slams his fingers inside you and starts pumping them in and out right away, making you scream out at the sudden blinding pleasure. 

"You're so pretty. My pretty little princess, only mine. Only I can satisfy you. Only I know what you really need. You just want to be taken care of, don't know you, princess?" His praises are self-assuring and his question is rhetorical as he pumps his fingers in and out so fast they make a wet slapping sound every time his hand hits your pussy. "I love you so much, my princess. Do you love me too?" 

"Yes." 

"Say it." He demands. 

"I love you, Beomgyu.” You cry out, eager to please him so he’ll keep going. “Please, please don't stop."

But you shouldn't have said that. You alerted him to how close you are. Not that it matters. He would’ve known anyway. He knows you all too well and he stops, taking his fingers out and tearing a cry of despair out of you as you close your legs and attempt to rub your thighs together to salvage your orgasm. But Beomgyu quickly holds them down.

"Hush, baby." He soothes you, going back to giving you sweet pecks on the lips. "I know it hurts but you need to be punished. Don't you agree?" 

He looks at you so sweetly, like he’s doing this for your own benefit, that you can’t help but nod pitifully. 

He likes that, smiling radiantly at you in response. "Since you're being so good. I will reward you." 

Your heart rate picks up at the promise of a reward, and it beats even faster when he grabs your thighs and spreads them wide, almost splitting you apart so his eyes can feast on your glistening pussy. 

"Fuck, baby.” He curses, licking his lips. “Your body is downright sinful. You were made by the gods to be fucked."

“So fuck me.” You manage to whisper and he smirks, leaning his face down towards your pussy instead and giving it a sloppy kiss, making your walls clench and a gush of arousal leak out of you as the pleasure returns back too quickly. 

But like today and all the days before, his movements are intentionally designed to tease and not deliver, to build you up slowly until you’re creeping right at the edge, your high so close you can taste it, only to take it away from you. 

This is not a reward and you know it. He’s punishing you even more. It's only a reward for him. He does this to you every day to the point that you're perpetually on edge now and feel like you could just cry from it all. 

Is that what you've made him feel all this time? Was he this strung out for you? How did he even manage to survive it when you feel like you could combust any second now. 

“Beomgyu… please… please, baby. My king, my love, please let me cum.” You babble, the fever getting to your brain and turning it into mush until the only thing you can register is his tongue inside you and the sticky sounds bouncing around the room. 

But right before you snap, he pulls his face away and uses his harsh grip on your thighs to keep the violent shudders of another ruined orgasm under control. 

You’re so out of it, mind so foggy and eyes so bleary that you don’t realize he has taken his cock out and started touching himself until he glides it between your pussy lips to lubricate it. 

“Beomgyu—hah—p-please, fuck me.” You plead weakly, unable to feel your limbs anymore but the sparks of pleasure the slide of his dick illicit still shooting to your fingertips and toes. “You know I'm not pregnant. I never even let him cum inside me."

That last part grabs his attention and he stops. You whine, too dumb to realize the significance of what you said, but Beomgyu hangs onto it. 

"And he just agreed to that? What a fucking cuckold." Beomgyu snorts, but you can tell even through your hazy vision how happy he is with the information. As a form of reward, he sinks his fingers back inside you as he resumes pumping his cock, his chest puffed out in pride. "I guess you always knew you were going back to me, princess. So what is it then? You just like to drive me insane? Make me prove to you how crazy I am over you? How far I'm willing to go for you? Was this all a test?"

"N-no, puppy…ahhh… I swear." You slur in denial but Beomgyu doesn’t believe you. 

“It’s okay, princess.” He grunts, his hands smacking against your pussy in his vigor once again. “I’ll show you how far I’ll go for you.” 

That promise should’ve probably alarmed you but you didn’t have the brain function left to question it. All you could think of was how full you’d feel if he’d just push his cock inside you, and that’s exactly what you tell him. 

“Show me.” You cry wantonly. “Stuff me with your big cock, my king. Fuck me. Cum inside me. Ruin me. Take what’s yours.” 

You can see how much you’re getting to him and his next words prove it. “I love hearing your moans, princess. So don't make me gag you like last time." 

At the reminder, you recall how he stuffed your oversized hair bow inside your mouth to stop you from seducing him last time, but you still don’t shut up, hoping this time you can convince him. 

“At least let me touch you, baby. Don’t you miss my touch?” 

“You barely touched me, princess, acted like you’re too good for me. At least I’m nice enough to finger you, eat you out… you made me rut against you like a dog and now you want my cock in your hand, your pretty cunt?” 

He raises his fingers to your mouth, making good on his threat as he moves it in and out the same way he’s doing to your pussy. Still, you don’t take heed and, frustrated, you slur through his fingers, “And you say he didn’t satisfy me.” 

No sooner had you said that than his fingers were thrust into your mouth deeply, shutting you up finally.

“You really want me to go crazy, huh?” His fingers hit the back of your throat, making you gag, but he doesn’t immediately pull them back. 

He does look crazed and for a moment, you feel terror lick at your spine. Is he going to hurt you again? 

You liked it, didn’t you? 

But then he pulls his fingers out, a trail of spit following them before he grabs your neck. “You’re definitely not going to cum now.”

He takes his hand away from your pussy, ignoring your wretched cry, and climbing up your body until he’s straddling your chest. “You know what to do, princess.” He murmurs, stroking his cock over your face. 

“Baby, please…” You whimper, knowing that this will signal the end of the night and you’ll be left unsatisfied yet again. 

“Do you want another spanking? I’m not sure if your pretty ass can handle more.” He grunts, a bead of precum leaking out of his cock and landing on your lips at that, and you know he’d be more than happy to deliver on his promise. 

You finally give in, opening your mouth wide open and pushing your tongue out, partly to avoid the punishment and partly to lick up that drop that dribbled onto your lips. 

You’ve been doing this for a while. At first you thought you were getting close to having Beomgyu give in, but after a few nights you quickly realized that he just really likes cumming on your tongue and face. He loves seeing you look all filthy and fucked out for him. You can’t blame him. You’d do the same to him if you were in his shoes. So for now you just content yourself with watching as his hand blurs over his cock and his gaze locks onto yours, his eyes filling up with the desire he’s been holding back. 

He looks so ethereal, even from this angle, even doing something so vulgar, even sweaty and red faced with his dick in your face… he looks like an angel, and you’ll be damned if you don’t give him his salvation. 

You can’t speak with your tongue out like this so you just settle for a short, lustful moan, encouraging him to let go as your own saliva drips messily down your chin. 

It doesn’t take long after that for his cum to join it, the first spurt landing in a thick rope in the middle of your face, but each subsequent one coming out a little weaker until a good portion of his seed is pooled on your tongue and running down your chin. 

You know you must look downright obscene right now, your tongue still out with white, hot cum painted on your face, dressed in your slutty outfit and waiting for his cue to swallow down his seed. But he doesn’t give it right away. He takes a moment to memorize how you look, just like he does every night as if it’s the first and last time he’ll ever get to see you like this. You guess that’s what years of waiting and yearning will do to someone.  

“You’ve never looked more beautiful, princess.” He pants, “Covered in my seed and all mine.” 

You whimper, wanting to speak up but can’t, and he finally allows you to swallow. You do but that only removes what’s in your mouth, the salty taste not entirely pleasant to your refined palate but you’ll take whatever he gives you. 

Beomgyu oh-so-helpfully scoops up the rest of his cum and feeds it to you bit by bit until there is no more left on your face. "You did so good for me, princess." He praises you, leaning down and taking your lips in his. 

But he doesn’t let the kiss linger for long, knowing it will only heat you up more in your current state and you honestly can’t take anymore. 

Getting off you, he cups your face in one of his hands. “Do you want me to call the servants in to prepare you a bath?” 

You shake your head, not wanting to bother them at this late hour. Besides, you just want to go to bed to sleep your lust off. 

“I just want to sleep.” You mumble weakly and he nods. “Okay, princess. Just let me wipe you off.” 

He disappears for a bit and comes back with a wet rag, wiping off your face first then your neck where some of the cum had dribbled then lastly cleaning between your legs. You fuss a bit when he gets to the last part, the remaining kindles of pleasure still smoldering beneath the surface getting ignited a bit by his ministrations but he shushes you gently and encourages you to calm down. 

“I know, baby. You’ll get what you want soon, I promise.” 

After he’s done, he gets rid of the rag and slips into bed with you, plucking you into his arms and nuzzling his face into your neck, breathing you in deeply before saying, “You won’t have to wait for much longer, princess. I will make it all up to you soon.” 

You know he’s telling the truth. It’s already been around two months since you got back… two menses that you’ve been through. You only have one more to go before your wait is over. You’ve already proven to him that you’re not pregnant. You just have to prove it to the world. 

_________________________

It takes a couple more weeks for Beomgyu to do anything about Ryujin, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what he did. 

Beomgyu announces to the kingdom that his wife, Ryujin, is being accused of treason after he received some very confidential information recently, and that she is to be put through a trial to ascertain the veracity of those claims. 

When you first came back, you thought you’d be okay with Beomgyu’s tight watch over you–that you’d be able to handle not having contact with the world outside the castle, or even much inside it. But now you don’t think you can take it. You need to know how the kingdom is reacting to such shocking news, but Beomgyu won’t tell you much. It’s only after you had begged and begged, did he reluctantly inform you that Ryujin’s father was naturally outraged at the claims against his daughter and is demanding that she be released from her captivity immediately. 

That of course worried you. If Ryujin’s father turned on Beomgyu, he could very well join up with Taehyun like your husband had suggested, and together they might have enough power to launch an attack on the crown, thereby igniting the war you’d come back to prevent. 

You relay your concerns to Beomgyu but he reassures you that he has thought everything through and to not worry. But how could you not? 

“Relax, baby. I’ve got everything under control. Besides, didn’t you want her to be punished for what she did? She was going to take what’s yours.” 

Beomgyu knew just what to say to get to you. 

And so the preparations for the trial go along as planned. You gather that Beomgyu has an airtight case against her and honestly, she deserves what’s coming for her. Still, you can’t help but feel guilty. If this trial proves her guilt, she would be executed, and you’d be the cause of it. 

Yes, she’s responsible for her own actions and according to Beomgyu, he had been willing to just dissolve their marriage and let her go before she did what she did. But still, if it weren’t for you, they could’ve had an amicable marriage. The only reason it didn’t work out was because Beomgyu just couldn’t let you go. 

So to ease your guilt, you needed to at least make sure that she actually did what Beomgyu claimed she did. What if Beomgyu had set her up? What if he hasn’t been telling you the whole truth?

You know you probably should just let it be and listen to him for once, but you can’t just stay still. You need to see her and confirm it for yourself. 

Predictably, Beomgyu was completely against you visiting Ryujin, telling you that nothing good can come of it and that you’ll only upset yourself, but that just makes you want to see her more. Yes, he could be saying that to protect you from any negative feelings the meeting might spawn, but he could also be saying it to prevent you from knowing the truth. 

So you quickly came up with a lie to tell him, saying that you want to see your rival one last time before her trial. To look her in the eyes and confront her about what she did and what she almost took from you. 

He eventually relented and said he’d take you to her but you turned him down, asking for Wonyoung to accompany you instead, once again lying and saying that it’s because you can’t bear the thought of him being in her presence after what she did, that you’d feel more at ease if he wasn’t there. 

He was even more reluctant to agree to that but eventually he did again, and you and Wonyoung were on your way to the royal quarters where Ryujin was being confined. 

But before you both were to go in, you turned to Wonyoung with a final request. “Let me talk to her alone, Wonnie.” 

“No, Beomgyu will flip out–”

“Please. I need to confront her alone. She’s the woman who stole my life, took my lover as her husband, and was going to destroy it all. I need to face her alone.” Wonyoung still seemed hesitant so you reach out and clasp her hands in yours, peering into her eyes pleadingly. “You’d want the same if you were me, wouldn’t you?” 

She sighs. “Okay but if you take too long I’m busting in there to make sure she didn’t get to you.” 

You laugh, giving her hand one last squeeze and mustering up enough genuine confidence to smile at her. “Don’t worry. You know what I am capable of.” 

When you step into the room, you find it engulfed in darkness that only deepens when the door is closed behind you. It takes you a few seconds to find Ryujin but you see her sitting on a chair near the window, looking out into the world outside. You can only see the side of her face but a strange hint of kinship is evoked in you at her lonely, confined state. You’re both captive women, your lives having been dictated by your families and by Beomgyu, but your choices took you on wildly different routes that eventually led you to this moment. 

You wonder if she noticed your presence yet, but you can’t even call out to her for ignorance on what to address her–princess? queen? lady?

Luckily, she speaks up first. “Why are you here?” She asks without even turning to you. “To gloat? To humiliate me? To act innocent?”

You shake your head at her accusations but quickly realize she can’t see you. “No. I just wanted to know if you really did it? Did you try to kill him?”

She lets out a noise that is half-laugh, half-scoff. “Of course I did. It was either me or him.”

"He would have let you go." You counter heatedly and this time her laugh is loud and haughty, echoing around the room and getting thrown back at you. "Just like he's letting Taehyun go?" She finally turns her head towards you and you see how gaunt and sickly she appears. She looks like she’s about to crumble into a pile of bones and skin. 

You clamp up at her insinuation. What does she mean by that? Is Beomgyu hurting Taehyun still? 

"Oh, don't act so shocked. You know what you're doing. You don't care. You’re just like him.” She spits out with all her dwindling might, contempt and hatred tinging her heavy words with black venom. “You’re both monsters but at least he's honest about it."

"That's not true." You shake your head weakly. You’re not like that. You came back to save everyone. You’re here to make sure she’s not being punished unfairly. You’re trying your best.

She snorts derisively. "You're the cause of my death. At least have the decency to not lie to my face." 

“I–” 

“Get out. I don’t want to see you anymore. You’re going to have him all to yourself soon. You better hope the gods have some mercy on your soul then.” 

_____________________

You rush back to Beomgyu, needing to seek assurance from him that you’re not a monster, that he won’t hurt Taehyun. But as soon as you get back to your shared room, you stop in your tracks, finding Beomgyu next to the fireplace with a large, heavy chest beside him filled with papers that he would skim over before throwing into the fire.

Feeling your hair raise at the strange action, you approach carefully. “What are you doing, baby? What are those?” 

Beomgyu throws another paper into the flames before he turns to you. “They’re all the letters I didn't send you. Can’t let these fall into the wrong hands.” He explains, then asks, “You got rid of the ones you got, right?"

You nod dazedly, reaching forward to grab one from the open chest, reading it.

I dreamt of the knock on your bedroom door again last night. Every fucking night I hear that knock, every night I leap from your bed hoping it’s you, returned to me. You aren’t coming back, are you? Why hasn’t this foolish hope died? Why? Why did you leave me? I can’t move on, you are my life, the blood in my veins and the air in my lungs. You mean the world to me, yet I mean so little to you. You abandoned me, and I would forgive that and the world if only you’d come home. 

Am I as pathetic as my father said? Am I nothing but a joke to you? A passing fancy? A means to an end? Did you use me, as you now use that murderer? Why do I dwell on you when you clearly don’t care? I poured my heart into you, and you turned your back on me. Why do I still love you? Why do I want nothing more than to have you again? If I disappear, will you look for me? Shed a tear for me? As I will do even if you already hate me, even if I have to end this world I will come looking for you

You think of Beomgyu’s state of mind when he was writing this–desolate, heartbroken, alone, not knowing if you’ll ever come back, wondering if you had really just used him. You know you’re with him now and most of these worries have been assuaged but the mere idea of him ever having those thoughts at some point in time just kills you. How could you have done this to him? Betrayed him so badly that he started actually doubting your love for him, the one thing no one can ever call into question?

Every day I am told that you are gone and it is time to get over you. And every damned night I hear that soft knock on your door. Every time I think my tears have dried, I hear your laugh whisper through my mind, see the ghost of your face, and discover that there are still tears to be shed.

Why haven’t you written back? Why are you fucking ignoring me? I know you get my letters. I want to go to that fucking castle, to shake you, to beat you, to get some reaction from you other than cold indifference. I want to hate you for making me feel so insignificant. But what I want most of all is for you to come home to me. I truly am pathetic. And I can accept that, if only I have you. I can accept your anger. I can accept your tears. What I cannot accept is this apathy towards me. This silence. Just how long are you going to torture me love, keep me yearning for you? Will you at least tell me that you're doing fine? Does it please you to know I’m suffering? 

Even when he doubted your very loyalty and devotion, he still wanted you back. He still wanted to forgive you. You know that Beomgyu could take almost anything from you but silence, and during that one year you were gone, he had nothing but that deafening, defeating silence. It must’ve suffocated him, strangled him. 

Did you only pretend to care for me? How could you walk out of my life so completely otherwise? No. I know you love me, as I love you. We were fated, our love scripted by the divine, who are often fickle and tricky, but they gave you to me and I to you. I know you love me. So then why do I sit now in your empty room, sleep in your empty bed, wishing to see you one more time?

That night I lost you, I lost myself too. I lost everything.

Do not blame me for what you made me.”

Still, he knew deep down that your love for him was true, just as you knew his was. That must be what had kept him going. 

He’s right. You were fated to be together, that’s the only explanation that makes sense. A love this intense and consuming can be nothing less than divine. So why do the god’s delight in torturing you so? It’s like they created you to love and yearn for each other so badly, only so they can put obstacles in your pass and laugh as you struggle to overcome them. 

The last sentence of Beomgyu’s letter strikes you with uneasiness however. “What you’ve made me?” What does that mean? 

You throw the letter in the fire once you’re done with it–as if the flames could burn that last eerie sentence from your brain–and grab a new one.

“I’m sorry, princess, I’m so so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you that way. I just wanted to keep you. You were slipping away from me. Do you know how that made me feel? I went mad with the fear of losing you, and I did the unthinkable. I had waited for so long to not scare you away. I always took such good care of you, didn’t I? I did my best to protect you from the world that sought to use and ruin you, but in my moment of pain and anger, I became your monster. I betrayed your trust, my princess. Is this your punishment for me? 

If so, I deserve it. I just wish you’d be more merciful than me. Does this punishment have an end? Or will you torment me like this for the rest of my short life? For surely, I can’t go on without you for long. My soul yearns for you more than it yearns for my own body. I may have to release it back home to you. It’s yours after all.  I'm sorry. I'm a monster. I love you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

This letter confirms the worst fears you’ve held when you were back at Taehyun’s castle. Beomgyu was on the verge of hurting himself because of you. You were lying in another man’s arms while he was sleeping in your room and dreaming of going back to you in any way, even if it meant killing himself. 

Your heart beats fitfully against your chest, the thought–even past and over–still horrifies it. How could you?--it throws itself against your ribcage in penance, bruising itself against the bones. 

You quickly discard the letter into the flames, picking another one in the hopes that it would calm you down. But it only gets worse.

“You’re gonna die in that castle, you know? 

You’re not suited to be in there. You may lie to him. You may lie to yourself, but you can never lie to me, princess. You’re not the strong, capable woman you fancy yourself as. You’re my delicate princess who has always dreamt of being cloaked in the finest silks and adorned in precious gems, my princess who just wants to be taken care of.”

It’s a short letter, right to the point, straight through the heart. 

He’s right, isn’t he? You’ve thought too highly of yourself. You duped yourself into thinking you were up to the challenge when you weren’t. You imagined that living as a lord’s wife would come with riches and easy power–akin to what you saw Wonyoung have. But even Wonyoung didn’t have much individual power after all, and you found out that you had to fight tooth and nail to make your own. But that’s not what you wanted. You didn’t want bloody dresses and dirty nails. You want a life of comfort and leisure. 

You’re not the woman you thought you were. You’re not the woman Taehyun thought you were. Only Beomgyu knew you for who you truly are. 

You throw the letter into the fire and grab another one. 

I can’t believe you did this to me. No matter how much we hurt each other, I stayed and you left. I would’ve torn myself apart for you. I have killed for you. And yet you just left me like this?

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. 

How could you leave me? Am I that disposable to you? Once I couldn’t give you what you wanted, once someone you thought was better came along, you abandoned me? You used me! So why do you act like you’re better than me? 

You know what, I don’t care anymore. Go be a whore and let him fuck you, let everyone in that damn castle fuck you. Just don’t come crying to me when you realize they only want you for your body. That’s all you will ever be good for. My father was right all along. You’re nothing but a whore, you’ll spread your legs to any man who’ll give it. God knows who else is having their turn with you other than that bastard. I should've fucked you a long time ago and showed you your place.

Fuck you, you fucking bitch. I hate you. 

Maybe if I say it enough I will believe it. Maybe if I say it enough my heart will stop hemorrhaging from the wound that is my love for you.”

You can’t take anymore. You can’t read anymore. 

You break out into sobs, not even having the strength to throw the letter you’re holding into the fire. 

Quickly, Beomgyu abandons his own letters and stands up to take a look at what you’re reading. Once his eyes skim over the words, he quickly takes you into his arms, ripping the letter from your hand and throwing it into the fire with force. 

“No. No, princess. I was hurt and angry when I wrote that. I didn’t mean it, I swear. I love you. You know I didn’t mean it.” He effuses, his words coming out in quick succession, hoping one of them would succeed in calming you down. 

“I know you love me. I know that only you could love me.” You acknowledge at length, wailing. 

He’s right about everything. He’s always been right. That’s exactly why you’re so wretched. You don’t deserve anyone else’s love. You don’t deserve better. Look at what you did to Taehyun and Kai and Jaeyun. Look at what's happening to Ryujin. Anyone who crosses your path gets hurt. Only Beomgyu could deal with someone like you. Only he could love you.

Suddenly, hot pain stabs at your stomach and you cry out, frightening him. He immediately circles around so he’s face to face with you, concern jumping off his face at your sudden exclamation. ”What is it?

You huff as you feel your insides squeeze painfully, and wrap your arms around your belly, hunching over a bit in pain, which makes Beomgyu’s concern reach an all-time high. “Princess, what the fuck is happening? Did she hurt you?” 

Rage drips from his words but you shake your head, feeling something drip down your leg, you tell him breathlessly. “I’m menstruating.” 

Suddenly, his expression changes, a large grin covering his face. 

You’re on your period. It’s the third month. You’ve proven you’re not pregnant. 

He quickly puts you down in the big seat next to the fireplace, “Wait here.” 

He dumps the rest of the letter into the open fire without even giving them a glance, and you watch them go up in flame with relief, as if the act would erase them from existence entirely, erase them from even your brain.

When he’s done, he calls onto some of the maids to bring your menstruation rag so you wouldn’t bleed all over yourself. Once it’s on, he puts a little vial to your lips and encourages you to drink what’s in it. 

“Wonyoung made this. It’s supposed to take some of the pain away.” He tells you as you swallow down the milky substance. “It will take a while to take effect but she says it’s really helpful.” 

You can’t really listen to him well through the ringing in your ears. This is a monumental moment for the both of you. You’re together. His wife is on trial for treason. You’ve proven you’re not carrying Taehyun’s child… He would be able to claim you soon enough. 

Suddenly, you feel like the large room is much too stuffy, and when he tries leading you towards the bed to lie down, you shake your head. “Can we stay out on the balcony for a while? I want some fresh air.” 

He hesitates for a second, worried that you'd catch a cold. But at your insistence, he grabs a big blanket and ushers you out. “Sure, princess.” 

He sits you on his lap on the large chair outside, making sure to wrap the both of you in a cocoon with the blanket, your body heat mingling together and getting trapped under the heavy blanket, leaving you toasty warm even in the chilly night air. Adding to that the fact that the medicine is slowly kicking in, allows your body to start relaxing. 

“You won’t have to go through this for a while if you just say the word.” Beomgyu tells you, hinting once again at his desire to impregnate you. 

“Beomgyu, I can’t have a bastard child.” You remind him. 

“I know, just… dream with me. For a moment, let’s just imagine what it would be like for us to have a family. What would our children be like? Don’t you think about those things?” He looks at you with his big, puppy eyes, the life seeming to return to them in bursts of light that dance at the thought of your children, and you can’t begrudge him a little fantasy. 

“Of course I do.” You say, looking at the sky as you gather your thoughts, but you can still see Beomgyu’s excited face from the corner of your eyes. “You do? What do you imagine them to be like?” 

You sigh, giving in to Beomgyu’s infectious and endearing enthusiasm. “Well, we would have a son first then a little girl so she’d always have her big brother there to protect her, just like you’re protecting Wonyoung.” 

He blushes and nuzzles his face into your shoulder. “What would they be like?” 

“He’d be strong but kind. He would be smart too. He’d read all the books in the library and demand more.” You say confidently, “And she’d be beautiful but strong. She’d know how to handle herself but she’d still have her big brother to fall back onto when she needs him.” 

“Would she practice archery?” He giggles, and you grin. “Yes. They both would. They would be so competitive about it too, sometimes getting so heated they jokingly threaten to shoot each other.” 

“Oh no.” Beomgyu feigns concern. “Which one of us would have to step in and stop them from hurting each other?” 

“You would. You would be the authoritative parent so that the kids would like me more.” You shrug and he protests. “Hey! I want them to like me too!”

“Tough luck.” You stick your tongue out, but then soften when he pouts. “They would adore you, baby. Just like I do. They’d look up to you so much. You won’t be like those fathers whose kids are scared and resentful of. They’d respect you and trust you because they’d know that no matter what, you’d always be there for them.” 

He smiles dreamily. “Tell me more.”  

You spend the rest of the night talking about your imaginary kids–what they’d look like, what their hobbies and interests would be, which one of you would be their favorite. You learn that Beomgyu wants a big family, so big in fact that you had to negotiate on just having four or five kids. 

You have so much fun imagining your big family, and it all seems so real under the magic of the starlight. But when the sun starts coming up, touching the world with its sobering light, your awakening is particularly unkind. 

Beomgyu notices your smile fall. “What is it, baby?” 

“I just… want it to be real so bad.” You confess quietly as if you’re hiding from the sun. 

“Do you?” He asks seriously. 

“Of course.” 

“I want it too. I can make it happen.” He proclaims and you sigh. Not this again.  "I told you I don't want a bastard." 

“Not a bastard.” 

“How? We’re both married.” Well, Ryujin doesn’t seem to be long for this life. But there is still Taehyun. Beomgyu wouldn’t hurt him, would he? 

“Are you going to kill Taehyun?” You carefully ask the question you’ve been afraid to ask ever since your talk with Ryujin.

“I won’t have to if he backs down.” He tells you and you turn around to face him. 

“If he backs down? What is going on, Beomgyu? Are you going to war with Taehyun?” 

"He's going to war with me."

“What?” You breathe unevenly, “How?” 

“He’s teaming up with Ryujin’s father.” 

“Oh my god…” The world swims around you. This can’t be happening. “I thought you said there won’t be a war if I came back!” 

“And I’m doing my best to prevent it.” He tells you, vexingly calm. 

“How? How are you preventing it?” You need to know what is going on. You can’t handle this ignorance much longer while the world is apparently going to shit around you. 

“I’ll tell you everything when the time comes.”

“Why can’t you tell me now?” You shout, frustrated. What is with this crypticness? 

“Because I can’t trust you yet.” He says quietly, devastatingly. 

“Oh.”

You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised by that but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. You’ve really done some lasting damage to your relationship, huh? You both did. You used to only trust each other in this world and now you’re keeping things from each other, lying to each other, betraying each other. What have you come to? And will you ever be able to overcome it?

You hear Beomgyu sigh and wrap his arms tighter around you. “I know this hurts you, princess. It hurts me too but I need you to trust that I’m doing this for you, for us. Can you do that?”

How ironic is it for him to ask for your trust when he just told you that he doesn’t trust you? 

"Okay." You tell him, because what else could you say now? You’re not sure either of you believes it though.

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A/N: I worked so hard to get you this chapter out this week and before my shift (it's 1 am now and i have a 48h shift tomorrow lmao) so i'd love to hear what you guys think of the chapter

it's not my proudest work as i don't have enough time to write anymore but i hope you like it anyway.

[fairly-fairy-shampoo]

“ In Every Universe ”

🌙Summary: Everything about your situationship with Yeonjun seemed perfect. There were no rules, no romantic feelings, and you stayed friends. But when jealousy leads to a falling out between the two of you, Yeonjun is forced to look inward and reevaluate his feeling for you as well was what kind of relationship he wants with you. The question is, are his feeling more powerful then fate?

genre: NSFW, FLUFF, ANGST

pairing: yeonjun × fem!reader × Soobin

Warnings: talks of sex and possibly Virginity

Chapter 5

“I…um I really appreciate you meeting me here.” You and Soobin sat next to each other a small distance apart. Your crossbody bag being the only thing separating you.

“Yeah of course, no problem.” He gave a soft smile, meeting your eyes for a second and then looked away at something, anything probably. This was more awkward than you anticipated. It's not that you haven't met Soobin before. You've interacted with him plenty of times. But you would mostly have small conversions in passing at the dorms. Or at an event. Now that you think of it, the two states he’s seen you in are drastically different from one another. On the one hand, in a professional setting, your hair done up perfectly, dresses and outfits chosen for you by a stylist whether you like them or not, make-up done meticulously. Compared to you at the dorms in casual clothes, casual hair and make-up. Or on the off chance you pass each in the wee hours of the morning. Him with bed head and glasses and you in one of Yeonjun’s shirts and no pants, skin flushed and sweaty with fresh bruises and hickeys adorning your skin, depending on the direction the night took you. Now looking back, it's a bit embarrassing he saw you in such a state. Not to mention the times he’d probably heard you! Even going as far to tell you two to keep it down! The embarrassing memories come flooding back and you release a slight gasp in real time, catching his attention as your hands fly and cover your mouth. His head whips around to look at you.

“Oh did you say something?” He said voice was a bit muffled with the black mask covering his face.

“Huh.. oh no i was just …breathing.” he nodded his head. It was so evident he was hoping you'd speak first. But with thoughts bouncing around your mind you don't know if you could face him without blushing and feeling uncomfortable. Like Jesus, were you really so comfortable and oblivious to the way you pranced around that dorm with the knowledge that other people live there? Other MEN no less. And how uncomfortable you probably made them. Should you apologize or would that be–

“So do you like this park?” Soobin finally asked not to face you directly. You blanked for a moment, and turned to look at him, shocked that he started up the conversation. His eyes avoided looking at you.

“Yeah. It's my favorite one… the way the trees are set up with the playground it just reminds me so much of home. Plus the leaves changing makes it even better. I don't love the cold but if it means I can sit here and see the leaves change I'm happy, ya know.” You turned to see he was already looking at you, listening attentively. “I'm really sorry for asking you here. You’re so busy and you took time to meet up with me and– If I'm being honest I don't even know what to ask or where to start. I think I am just.” you inhale deeply through your nose. “I just want to know what he's thinking and what's going through his mind. Because you think you know someone but then you fight and it feels like all the words you want to say are unproductive, and petty, and hurtful. And suddenly the person you trusted most is just… I don't know. Not them anymore.” You exhale again seeing Soobin listening in your peripheral. You straighten up to speak again. “And yeah here we are. Sitting in a park I’ve selfishly asked you to meet me at for some hope to better understand a relationship that was kinda doomed from the start I'm realizing…” there's a small moment of silence between you like words are just hanging there.

“You know he really does care for you. He’s said so many times. Whether that was in a friendship way or more then… I mean I've never had– or I guess I should say been with someone in that way.” Your head quickly turns to his, eyes wide at the admission of him possibly being a virgin. The words don't hit right away but when they sink his eyes go big– finally full facing you, waving his largest hands in such a cute way it makes you giggle a bit.

“NO NO NO I only meant that I've never liked... I haven’t ever had a girlfriend… I had… Or I mean I– I’ve been like with like– I'm not like, you know I–” It was pretty adorable seeing this 6’1 man panic like this. Trying your hardest to hold back a chuckle.

“Soobin it's fine you don't have to explain yourself. I believe you.” You chuckle a little more. “I mean, you're the leader of a famous Boy Group. You're tall and handsome. You probably have people falling at your feet.” Your laughter starts to die out as you think back to what he said. Meanwhile Soobin’s neck and ears are red. He’s barely focused both from the embarrassment and the compliments “But that's just it we weren’t dating. We're just sleeping together… and I thought he had an understanding about that and then he blows up at me getting all jealous and possessive. And if it had been me doing something like that… and the things we said to each other… and the way he reacted…” You both jump at the feeling of a phone ringing.

Soobin quickly realized it was his and rushed to find it.

“I'm so sorry I just gotta take this.”

“No, of course.” he stood up and walked a few steps aways. After a minute or two he came back.

“I'm so sorry, I have to go, I didn't even realize the time.” he started to collect his stuff and you stood up as well.

“No, no it's fine, I'm sorry for taking up so much of your time.” he stopped rummaging around and turned to look at you.

“You really didn’t and I think we should meet again and talk. This will give me time to think and stuff… I– I really do want to help if I can.” he gave a soft smile.

~Previous- Master list -Next ~

[jeongin-lvr]

cw. fingering, tutor/smart girl reader, fuckboy yeonjun who’s kinda mean

FUCKBOY YEONJUN and his sudden and very apparent obsession with you; the girl who always looks so pretty during lectures and in the halls around campus. he can’t help but find an intrigue in the way you walked, the way you answered questions in class with a little bit of a know-it-all tone, even how you swiped lip gloss across your lips. he’s sworn he’s never been this hot and bothered about someone before. so what else is he to do than pursue you? he wastes no time approaching you within a few days of noticing you, almost embarrassing himself as he attempts to fluster you— earn some kind of approval yet all he got was a simple stare and then a nod. like he was crazy, like he was the weird one. oh, and that hurt his precious ego a bit too hard.

so maybe he’ll approach you again but this time he’s asking for some tutoring lessons— something to boost his grade in the class, all the while you stare at him with those absent eyes, jaw widened in an almost “are you done” quirk upward. Yeonjun barely gets his proposition out before you’re questioning him, why suddenly? tutoring sessions in the middle of the semester? “are you gonna help me or not, sweetheart?” he watches the way your eyebrows scrunch and it almost sets him off again. but Yeonjun has a little more composure than he thought and simply waited for a response. “okay, fine,” he grinned, brain already twisting with the thoughts and ideas of what he wanted to do. he’s already got you in his clutches, he just needs to find some sort of bait to keep you inside.

He’s sitting beside you in the library, bored out of his mind as you try to teach him something about something, he doesn’t care much to focus. When you agreed to tutoring him he assumed it was because you were interested— little did he know you took things very literally, especially college. So he watched with vacant eyes as your pretty, well-manicured nails dragged along the paper, underlining every word he needed to know, every vocabulary he should have memorized by now. His mind playing the nastiest scenarios of you; thinking of ways he could get you, all the scenarios playing out in his mind like a movie. Until your fingers snap in front of his eyes, snapping him out of those lewd thoughts. Your eyes are stern and its like you know exactly what he’s thinking; the glare you hold almost having Yeonjun act up, he almost grabs your thigh, he realizes he could just proposition these thoughts, it’s on the tip of his tongue. “Pay attention, stupid.” Your words make him run his tongue along his teeth; really? Stupid?

So you go back to instructing him, acting all better and smarter than him, you wouldn’t mind if he ran his fingers up your thigh, right? His touch jolts you out of focus, so suddenly that you stammer over your words; that’s the first time he’s ever heard you stutter like that. Were you suddenly nervous? Yeonjun watched your expression, a once serious stare was now replaced with pink cheeks and scrunched eyebrows, trying to keep up that nonchalant attitude. But he could almost see your composure crack. The feigning sound of your authorstive voice melt into a soft mutter. His fingertips wandered even further, half-expecting you to push him off, but you never did. He abused this, flicking the hem of your skirt up to he could feel the plush fat of your thighs under his palms. “I’m paying very good attention, sweetheart.” Yeonjun’s voice is full of malice, his smirk apparent on his plush lips. It’s a whisper but this whisper is cocky and you hate it. “Keep reading.”

Keep reading? Keep reading— is he serious? He asked for your help and he’s demanding shit from you? How dare— you let out a swift, unstoppable whimper as his fingers push against your clothed pussy hard. He chuckles as he feels you tense up; drawing his fingers in circles around your entrance, stopped only by the cotton fabric of your pink panties. You turn your head to him and see that smirk on his face, it’s sick but only because you hate the smugness of it. He’s prideful that he finally got the girl who showed little to know interest in him. Did he really though? You remained as steady as you could but slowly your composure cracked… every word you spoke every line, every stupid paragraph you read caused your demeanor to slip.

“You’re stuttering a lot,” Yeonjun observed aloud, “You nervous?” The pads of his fingers grazed your clit, then again, “You’re not as smart as you think, babe.” You want to turn and tell him to back off but then feeling of his touch was too good to pass up. The rumors you’d heard about him— the rumors of him being a flirt, a playboy, a no good tramp. Those were all true. You’d sworn off any advances he’d ever made on you, and the intensity of it has boiled over the edge. He’s getting what he wanted and you weren’t inclined to stop him at this point. Besides, what’s the harm in a little fun?

“Read it again,” Yeonjun grits his teeth as he bends you over the table, skirt flipped up. The library was closed way beyond its usual hours. It’s dark and the only light is from the stupid little lamp at the table, illuminating over your features for only Yeonjun to see. “Again.” He stuffs himself into you so well it’s almost surreal. You shook your head and cried, “Can’t— Yeonjun, p-please!” He simply clicks his tongue and groans, holding your hips steady as he pulls himself back again, painfully slow. His cock fit so tightly into you it was almost choking him; you wailed into the wet, tear stained paper of his textbook, annotated with notes that you had no care to show him again. “Mmm, you can. I need to memorize it don’t I? So read it for me. Hurry up.” Yeonjun snaps his hips into you again, harsh slap of his skin meeting yours making you shiver. Your eyes glaze over the dumb algebraic equation, the words highlighted in neon yellow, blurry in your vision. You squinted your eyes and in a whiny, dumb voice you read out loud.

“There ya go,” He patted your butt, chuckling at the way you shook from his touch, “M’ learning so much…”

[starrihan]

Tomorrow by Together Masterlist

starrihan's txt masterlist:

fluff (f), angst (a), suggestive (s), smut/ mature (m), reactions (r), most to least (mtl), drabbles/ short posts (d), hard hours (hh), soft hours (sh)

Choi Yeonjun (C. YJ)

-> nothing yet

Choi Soobin (C. SB)

-> nothing yet

Choi Beomgyu (C. BG)

-> Little Black Dress (s) ~2.7k words

Kang Taehyun (K. TH)

-> nothing yet

Huening Kai (H. K)

-> nothing yet

[purrplegyuu]

hi Issa!!!

Is this a request? lol. I just wanted to know what kind of content would you write for the rest of txt??

Luv yaa!!

-🪷

Hiiiii 🪷 anonnie! I didn't really understand what where you asking for, sorryyy T.T

But here it is. I'm not saying this is what I will be writting next btw. Love you too!! ❤️

What kind of themes I think fit them the most (SMUT EDITION) + fictional warnings

Choi Soobin

You have always been too shiny and charming around him −pretty smile on your lips while talking to HIS friends, shamelessly flirting with them in front of him just because you want HIS attention. Until you finally have had fucked all of them, and he thinks he finally got rid of you. However, there you are, once again shining over his fucking apartament like it’s all about you. The moment he sees you on his couch, slapping his ex girlfriend’s face yelling that she was never enough for him… that’s when he gets really pissed off because fuck, you have just ruined his plan to get her back, lying also about having laid with him. So, that’s what you want? Then that’s what he will give you.

−Hate sex

−Strong kink

−Overstimulation

Choi Yeonjun

So you’re bad boy!Yeonjun's neighbor since you were born, and you have always been secretly in love with him; always too innocent and dumb to notice he’s also waiting for the day he could finally confess to you because doesn’t want to make you feel scared of him because of the age gap between you both.

−Age gap

−Corruption kink

−Mean dom!yeonjun

−Innocent!reader

Choi Beomgyu

Step brother!Beomgyu who didn’t actually want you to move on into his house because he never really liked to have someone bursting into his life like you would (like you did). Anyways, his mother didn’t listen to him when he said that to her —then, expect him to look at you with killer eyes everytime your dad and his mom are not there. Alway too mean and cold around you, and when he fucks you, you see nothing in his eyes but hate. He wants to ruin you so so much.

−Stepcest

−Hate sex

−Mean dom!beomgyu

Kang Taehyun

Everything on school is gray and cold, home is not very different, dad is barely at home and mom is always so mean to you. Everything is pure angst. He knows that. He also knows he is your only comfort, and I swear he really tried to show you how much you mean to him —it’s just really hard for him, and you constantly feel like he doesn’t love you the way you do, like the only time he loves you is when he is fucking you the way he wants to, so thats your favourite part of the day… even if it hurts you.

−Angst

−Free use

−Comfort(?)

Huening Kai

He is big and cute and soft and pretty. That’s what you liked at first sight. Some years younger than you, always too shy to make any move. You didn’t really wait for him to do it anyways —you knew it was always gonna be you approaching him because everything he needed was a mommy who teaches him how to love, how to feel great and how to make her feel great.

−Mommy kink

−Reader older

−Soft dom!reader

[thotsofintrusion]

i know the beomgyu fic is taking too long to come out, but i am working on it i promise. here’s a little sneak peek to hold you over

[lilykatelyn-blog]

i need a spiderman beomgyu, he really fits as spiderman🤭

Ngl he does- coming your way!

Spider-love

SEND IN A REQUEST

pairing: Spider-Man!Beomgyu x reader

genre: smut

warnings: unprotected sex, oral (m,f receiving), 69, fingering, handjob, blowjob, thigh kink, Beomgyu muscles being a huge turn on, grinding.

You watched the live broadcast of your boyfriend fighting in panic, very nervous that he was going to get really badly hurt. Luckily, he got away with a few scratches and his identity still secret. You watched the tv as he swung away, unaware he was coming towards your apartment. You turned the tv off, headed to the kitchen for some water, but you were startled at the sound of your window being knocked on.

Rushing over, you went and opened it, letting him in. “What happened Gyu? Are you hurt? Are you okay? Are you..” you rambled on, not realizing he had taken off his mask and gave you a kiss on the lips. “Can you patch me up? Please?” How could you resist when he asked so sweetly. You led him to the couch, sitting right on his lap and using the first aid kit that you kept under the couch in case of instances like this. He had taken off the suit and was just in some pants he found while you were trying to fish it out. As soon as you saw him without his shirt and just his abs and muscles, you knew you weren’t going to last. “Hey babe, the scratches are up here on my face.” He teased, snickering at your staring.

You looked up at his face, flustered and got out the cotton, band aids, and disinfectant. You got to work on patching him up, at one point you managed to get super close to him chest to chest, crotch to crotch.. but you didn’t notice and just kept on disinfecting his wounds. You kept squirming around to clean the wounds on his neck, awakening his big friend. He put his hands on your hips, stopping your movement. “Jagi.. stop..” he groaned softly, throwing his head back. “Gyu I have to clean- oh.” You stopped what you were saying as you felt it. He just chuckled, pushing you down on his crotch. You gasped, surprised at the action, your hands instinctively going to his shoulders. “Seems like you’re also a bit needy, huh?” He whispered into your ears. “Gyu please!” You begged as he started kissing down your neck.

He picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist, your clit rubbing perfectly against his abs through your panties (you were wearing a skirt). He started making out with you on the way to your bedroom, laying you down on your bed when you got inside. “Can I take this off darling?” He asked, tugging your top. You just nodded, breathing deep. “And your skirt?” He asked, not expecting you to say that he could take everything off. He took off your skirt, licking your pussy through the panties, sucking your clit hard. You moaned loudly as he did, tugging his hair. He took your panties off, licking your pussy as if it was a feast. “Mm, wait wait wait-“ he said, pulling away. You whined, trying to pull him back, he just chuckled at that. He turned around, so that his dock was in your face, after he took off his boxers and your bra of course. You immediately took him in your mouth, making him moan loud. The vibrations on your cunt making you moan loudly on his dick. He inserted his fingers in you, scissoring you open and he also moaned at the vibrations of your moaning since his comic was so deep in your throat he felt it tenfold than usual. He moaned right on your clit and not that long after you came on his face, hard.

he also came down your throat hard, you both spasmed really violently. He didn’t even bother moving you, he just moved back to where he was between your knees and started fucking you, not giving you any time to adjust. “Fuck- doing so good- ugh-“ he grunted, fucking you past overstimulation. (Bitch I suck at smut, I’m so sorry 😭 I’ll work on it).

he lied down next to you, panting hard as you hugged at his expression, you both got under the covers and drifted off. (I also wrote this in the worst condition I’m so sorry it’s like 1am here, please dm me if you want me to rewrite it.)