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Can I request Daryl Dixon fic from you?

Yes! currenly gonna work on a Leon Kennedy then Spencer Reid one, then I'll be right on it if it gets my gears turning hehe :)

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Masterlist - The Walking Dead Edition

DARYL DIXON "Uncomfortable" (short 'n sweet)

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Uncomfortable - Daryl Dixon

Summary: You and Daryl are safe in Alexandria, but he can't seem to get a good rest

CW: language, that's it :). also not proofread, sorry!

Words: .6 k (short 'n sweet)

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“Daryl, can you quit movin’ so much?” 

He let out a huff, squirming next to her. 

“Daryl, quit it,” she repeated, twisting her torso slightly so she could hit his shoulder, “I’m tryna sleep,” 

“ ‘s not comfortable,” 

That made her roll her eyes, “We’re used to sleeping on the ground. A bed isn’t comfortable anymore?” Not even just a bed, a bed in a big, comfortable home, with a few friends in the other rooms. In a comfortable home surrounded by tall walls to keep the walkers out. The most comfortable, safest place they could be. 

“No,” he shot back. 

She finally flopped to face him, a scowl on her own face. Daryl was the grumpy one, but without sleep, Y/N was a monster as well. “Daryl,” 

He immediately did the same, turning aggressively in her direction, “The hell you want?” 

“I want to sleep, babe,” 

“So do I,” His eyes fluttered shut once again, and Y/N watched with a raised brow as he squirmed again seconds later.

“Then why aren't you?”

“I ain't comfortable.” he repeated, one eye popping open to look at her. Giving her the usual Daryl look. 

Look, she was so in love with him. Saw past his tough exterior and fell for who he really was. But though he was secretly a sweetheart, he was still a pain in the ass. “We're in a comfortable bed.” She deadpanned.

“Don't mean none.” And now he was turning his back to her again, arms crossed dramatically. It took everything in her not to strangle him. 

Stubborn fucking man. 

Y/N stared lasers into the back of his head for a long moment, before an idea came to mind. He might chew her head off for it, but it was worth a shot considering how much sleep she was lacking already. 

And so she reached forward, arms going around his waist, shuffling closer to him till her chest was pressed against his back. 

That felt pretty fucking nice.

“...the hell ‘re you doin'?” He grumbled, but he didn't shove her off. Didn't grunt a stream of curses at her. Yes, Daryl was a grump, but never with her. Instead, he hesitantly placed a hand over hers. 

“Holding you,” she hummed out, kissing his shoulder. “You smell.”

“Let me just go take a nice warm shower real quick,” he shot back sarcastically, but there wasn't much bite to his words this time. He says that as if there aren’t working showers here. As if there aren’t working showers, when everyone in the group has used them but him. Like he thought they were too good to be true. He turned once again to face her, bottom lip between his teeth. He was in thought, brows furrowed, two lines appearing on his forehead. 

“Good idea, smelly,” Y/N teased, cupping his cheek, “I know there's a handsome boy under all that dirt,”

“Shut it,” he rolled his eyes, but his cheeks instantly darkened in color, making her giggle. Daryl never knew how to take compliments, he hardly ever got any growing up. 

Y/N cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing soothingly over his skin, right over the reddened area. “I think you're blushing. I can tell even with all the dirt.”

“Shut it, asshole.” He grunted, swatting her hand away. But then he paused, gripping her wrist and placing her hand back on his face. He hated touch, but actually, he loved hers. He was a big fucking liar. 

Knowing Daryl, she didn’t comment on the fact he obviously wanted her touch. She knew he’d chew her out. “Fine. Let’s go to sleep now, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Daryl grumbled, closing his eyes. His own arms snaked around her waist, and he pressed a lazy kiss to her forehead. “G’night, pretty,”

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The left image as a rug and the right image as a ceiling poster

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loved the silly!reader one shot you posted!! any chance at getting more of them?

Hihi bby if this is about my latest Spencer fic, reader is usually silly in all of them! I think the only serious one was "Leash". If you haven't read my "Smooth Criminal" series, you can try those! Reader is very silly in those lol

But yes, there will definitely be more!

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Masterlist - Criminal Minds Edition

SPENCER REID

"Smooth Criminal" (series) "Leash" (full fic)

Holiday/Seasonal Fics: "Costumes" (short fic)

"Late" (short fic)

"Night Shift" (full fic)

"Turkey" (full fic)(also part of "Smooth Criminal")

Full masterlist here

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"Smooth Criminal" - Spencer Reid Fic Series Masterlist

In which Spencer Reid dates a kleptomaniac <3

"Smooth Criminal" (full fic) "Home Run" (full fic) "Special Consult" (full fic) "Babysitting" (full fic) "Turkey" (full fic)(also seasonal) "Band-Aid" (full fic) "A Bit of Lunch and Thievery" (full fic) "Hospital Visit" (full fic) "Conversation With Agent Hotchner" (full fic) "False Positive" (full fic)

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before i bother hows the daryl dixon fanbase doing on here

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AH THANK YOU

Phone Call - Spencer Reid

REQUESTED!

The Request: Remembering the time spence gave a girl his number in morse code because "if she figures it out, shes worth it" SOSOSOSOOOOOOO spencer give his number and a few days later he gets a call from an unknown number and its us and we're like "is this dr. Reid? Ive already tried six other numbers and im kinda close to giving up" and its just xksifuwkxykwjsJDIAGISNSSAJ because he thought she wasnt interested and here she is racking her brain

CW: mention of a drug deal, language. also my memory is bad and i dont even remember that episode so I made up the scenario where he gives her his number in morse code lol

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Words: 2.2k

The music was so loud, a headache was beginning to form. 

Spencer was only in the club for a few minutes yet he felt his head pounding and his brain was seconds away from exploding. 

Being the youngest member of the BAU had its downsides. This was one of them. He was the one who had to “interact with the youngsters”, as Rossi called it. During investigations, if the team had to interrogate young adults in a way that didn’t scream “interrogation”, they sent in the member who would fit in the most with the young adults. 

“Fit in the most”. He was like a fish out of water right now. 

He was seated at the bar, fiddling with his drink. Running his index finger over the rim of the glass in circles, trying to not die. 

Dramatic, yeah. Whatever,

He decided to turn to the woman next to him first. “Hey,” he flashed her a smile, though the corner of his lip twitched in a way that probably revealed the agony he was in at the moment. “Do you go here a lot?” 

“Buzz off,” she scoffed, promptly leaving her seat. Well, damn. Maybe he smiled too much. 

They should have sent in Morgan. As if anyone would be able to resist the charms of a slightly older guy who had the gift of gab. 

Spencer then turned his head to the man sitting to the other side of him, a Spanish guy with a precisely done fade and a hooked nose. “Come here often?”

“Feels like most nights, brother,” the man sighed out, resting his chin on his palm, “I can’t ever catch a break. Heart broken, heart broken, heart broken,” 

Okay, he didn’t need to know all of that. 

“I’ve never been here before. Is it always like this? Or is it ever more… entertaining?” He was sure the loud music and (pretty decent) alcoholic drinks were entertaining enough, but he was hoping his wording would get the man to talk about anything out of the ordinary.

The man took a sip of his beer, thinking for a moment, “Yeah, two nights ago, I think there was a deal going on, y’know what I mean.” 

“Like, a drug deal?” Spencer asked.

The man shot him a glare, “Keep your voice down, man, you know how suspicious that sounds? Spanish guy talking about drug deals?” he rolled his eyes, “It was these white guys, actually. I don’t remember exactly what happened; I was honestly just stumbling around at that point in the night. But they were doing a drug deal, and the one who I think was the dealer was giving the other guy shit. Not enough money. Something like that. I don’t remember.”

“A drug dealer,” Reid repeated, “Did he seem aggressive?”

“Definitely. Fists balled up and everything. Even after the other guy coughed up all the money, he still seemed pissed. Probably got anger issues or somethin’,” the man took another swig of his beer, shrugging. “Anyway, that’s all I remember. I don’t think I’ve seen either of those guys at the club before that day. Then again, it was a Wednesday, and I don’t usually come on Wednesdays. Maybe they come weekly.” 

They spoke a bit more, until the man decided he had to head home, he had work in the morning. Spencer eyed the rest of the club, pondering who he should question next, when there was a tap on his shoulder. 

“Hey,” she said, looking at him almost expectantly. 

“Um, hello,” Spencer replied, “...you come here often?” he couldn’t help but eye her. Not even in a profiling way. No, not at all. His brain was short circuiting, looking at her beautiful hair to her eyes to her lips and he was too much of a gentleman to even comment on her body. Not like his brain was working well enough to form thoughts. 

“Not really,” she took a seat next to him, “Do you?”

“No, not at all.”

“I can tell,” she laughed, “I’m Y/N. And you are?”

“Spencer,” he said politely.

“...are you in a relationship, Spencer? Should I fuck off?”

His jaw dropped. Was he getting asked out? In the fucking club? Him? The one who looked the most out of place? Like a fucking idiot?

And he definitely looked like a fucking idiot right now, staring at her like she had three heads. Until he finally spoke: “No, I’m not in a relationship.”

“Oh,” Y/N sighed in relief, “Okay. Got nervous for a second,” she laughed awkwardly, “...you look a little out of place here,”

“Oh, that’s because I am,” he replied, “This isn’t exactly the kind of place I like to be.” 

“You look the type. What would you rather be doing?”

He thought for a moment, “Reading at my desk at home. Or playing Sodoku in bed,” Oh, how he yearned to be in bed with his nightly tea solving easy (well, easy to him) Sodoku puzzles. 

“Ah, so you’re the introverted type. You would rather be alone,”

“Sometimes,” he shrugged, looking at his hands on the bar table, “I like being with my friends a lot too. They’re like family,” 

“I get that,” Y/N nodded in agreement, “I love being with my friends. However, they are always late. I’m waiting for them right now,” she laughed, “We club a lot,” 

“I hardly go to clubs, unless one of my friends drags me to one,” Spencer said, referencing Morgan, “I prefer quieter places. Like dinner. Parks. Even a bar,”

“I think clubs are fun. I like to dance. Raves too.” 

Shit, the pretty woman already lost interest in him. Her eyes wandering around, tapping her fingers on the hardwood of the table. 

“Reid, head back. Garcia did some digging, we got a few matches,” JJ said in the earpiece carefully nestled in his ear, hidden by his hair. 

“I’d love to stay and chat, but I gotta head out.” Spencer said, beginning to stand up. He felt a tad bit disappointed. Part of him wanted to focus on catching the unsub, but the other part wanted to sit and stare at this woman like she was a model in a magazine. 

Obviously, catching the unsub was more important. 

“Wait!” she exclaimed, holding out both of her hands in an effort to keep him seated. He froze, looking at her in confusion as she awkwardly dropped her hands to the side. “Um… can I get your number?” 

Get his number? 

“Sure,” he didn’t see why she would want his number, considering how uninteresting he must be to her.  So, he decided to test how interesting she might be to him. Opening up his journal and scribbling, he tore out the corner (much to his dismay, it didn’t look neat at all), handing it to her, “Here you go,”

A big smile formed on her face as she bid his farewell, only looking down at the paper when he was gone, and to her confusion, seeing the scribbles on it. What the hell kind of handwriting is this? It didn’t even look like numbers!

“Fuck, he tricked me,” she huffed, crumbling up the paper. He must have just scribbled gibberish so it looked like he gave her his number so she’d leave him alone long enough for him to make his escape. 

She let the now crumbled up paper fall to the table as she ordered a drink, feeling a bit defeated. He was really cute! She was sure they’d find some things in common if they tried hard enough. But now she knew he didn’t want to bother. 

Was she too forward? Did she scare him off? Maybe she was just plain ugly?

A soft sigh left her lips as she took a sip of her drink. She looked down at the crumbled up paper, before slowly reaching out and picking it back up.

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“...you know, I was planning on spending my day off at home,” Spencer grumbled, following Garcia throughout the maze that was the local mall. She was already holding a hefty amount of bags despite them being there for only an hour, moving along quickly. 

They had just finished the case, coming to the conclusion this “dealer” was killing his clients, racking up a count of five (that they know of) before geting caught by the team. The jet landed back yesterday morning, and Garcia was already calling Reid up to hang out.

“Oh, stop complaining!” she waved him off, rolling her eyes playfully, “You need new shoes anyway. You always wear the same ones!”

Spencer took a moment to glance down at his beaten up black Converse. She wasn’t wrong there. He did wear the same shoes all the time. “You didn’t bring me to the mall just to get me to buy new shoes.”

“Nope,” she mused, “I’m in the mood for some chicken teriyaki as well,” 

“I suppose I am too,” his lips curled up into a small smile as he continued to follow behind her, “I also need a new sweater for fall.” 

“Oh, yes you do,” she nodded in agreement, which made him think that perhaps his sweaters were noticeably dingy or something of the sort. Damn. 

They walked a few steps further, until Spencer’s phone rang. If it were Hotch with a new case, he might just drown himself in the fountain. “One moment,” he muttered, fishing his phone out of his pocket. Flipping it open, he eyed the caller. Unknown ID. “...hello?”

“Um,” the person on the other line began, “Is this Spencer? The one nerdy looking guy att he club?”

“I…” his mouth went dry. She actually bothered to figure it out? She realized he didn’t just scribble on the piece of paper, but actually wrote his number in Morse code? 

“Who wrote their number in Morse code? I’ve already tried, like, six other numbers,” she continued to babble. Y/N then stopped herself. “Shit. Sorry. Um, so… is this Spencer?”

“...yes,” he breathed out, looking over at Garcia. She had a questioning look on her face, wondering who he could be talking to that could cause his face to become such a red color.

“Oh!” Y/N exclaimed, “I did it?! I did it! I found you! Oh, wow, hi there.”

Spencer bit his bottom lip, his genius brain melting within seconds as he tried to find the right words to say. “...hi there,” he echoed back, “I didn’t think you were actually interested in me,”

“What?!” she replied in shock, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I just assumed…” he paused, “I assumed you would find me quite boring,”

“I don’t think you’re boring at all, Spencer.”

His cheeks reddened even more. He must be a tomato at this point. “We didn’t even talk much,” he pointed out, “And in our short conversation, we just found we enjoy different things,”

“Well, it was a short conversation, like you said. I’m sure we have plenty of things in common. Do you like ramen?”

“I mean, it’s okay,” he answered, “I’ll eat it.”

“Good enough for me,”

The corners of his lips twitched up at her words, “You sound easily pleased,”

“I am! Do you like Italian food?”

“I sure do. One of my coworkers makes the best Italian cuisine.”

“Wonderful! Let us wed, then I could meet him,”

“I think you could meet him beforehand.” 

She dramatically sighed, “I suppose so. However, I would like the pleasure of meeting you a few times before I meet your lovely coworkers.” 

“You’re right. We should probably hop onto that first,”

“And you mentioned liking Sadoku, right?”

He was surprised she remembered, “Yes, I do.”

“Ah, you see, I bought a Sadoku book a few days ago, and God this game is so boring. And you do this all the time? For fun? This could be capitol punishment.” 

Spencer found himself laughing at that comment, “I think it’s relaxing,” 

“I think getting teeth pulled would be more relaxing. Y’know what I think is pretty relaxing? Watching Gossip Girl in bed.” 

“I’ve never seen it before,” 

“Good god, what is going on here?” She was definitely very dramatic, and honestly, Spencer was loving it. He loved her personality. “You have a mission now. You need to go watch Gossip Girl. Right now.” 

“I’m at the mall at the moment.”

“Damn. Oh shit, I’m like, literally bothering you right now,”

“No, you’re not,”

“Yes, I am! Shit! I’m sorry, go have fun. Buy a pretzel or something.” 

“I’m going to buy chicken teriyaki,” 

“Oh. Buy a pretzel too.” 

He laughed, “Okay. I’ll buy a pretzel too. I’ll call you later.”

“Joy, I must not have completely embarrassed myself if you’re willing to call me again later. Unless you actually plan on blocking me after you hang up.”

“No no, I like talking to you. I’m definitely going to call you later.” He assured her, glancing at Garcia again. Now she looked curious, shuffling closer to him. “I promise.”

“If you don’t, I’ll find you. I’m worse than Gossip Girl.” 

“I believe you.” She was silly, if he wasn’t in public, he’d probably be giggling and kicking his feet like a teen girl. He liked her silly. 

“You better. Okay, I’ll leave you alone now. Have fun. Get the pretzel.” 

“I’ll go get the pretzel,” 

“As you should,” she giggled out, “Goodbye, Spencer,”

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i so lied. here she is

spencer fic today, perhaps??

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Remembering the time spence gave a girl his number in morse code because "if she figures it out, shes worth it"

SOSOSOSOOOOOOO spencer give his number and a few days later he gets a call from an unknown number and its us and we're like "is this dr. Reid? Ive already tried six other numbers and im kinda close to giving up" and its just xksifuwkxykwjsJDIAGISNSSAJ because he thought she wasnt interested and here she is racking her brain

omg i finally did it! And she is here

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Phone Call - Spencer Reid

REQUESTED!

The Request: Remembering the time spence gave a girl his number in morse code because "if she figures it out, shes worth it" SOSOSOSOOOOOOO spencer give his number and a few days later he gets a call from an unknown number and its us and we're like "is this dr. Reid? Ive already tried six other numbers and im kinda close to giving up" and its just xksifuwkxykwjsJDIAGISNSSAJ because he thought she wasnt interested and here she is racking her brain

CW: mention of a drug deal, language. also my memory is bad and i dont even remember that episode so I made up the scenario where he gives her his number in morse code lol

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Words: 2.2k

The music was so loud, a headache was beginning to form. 

Spencer was only in the club for a few minutes yet he felt his head pounding and his brain was seconds away from exploding. 

Being the youngest member of the BAU had its downsides. This was one of them. He was the one who had to “interact with the youngsters”, as Rossi called it. During investigations, if the team had to interrogate young adults in a way that didn’t scream “interrogation”, they sent in the member who would fit in the most with the young adults. 

“Fit in the most”. He was like a fish out of water right now. 

He was seated at the bar, fiddling with his drink. Running his index finger over the rim of the glass in circles, trying to not die. 

Dramatic, yeah. Whatever,

He decided to turn to the woman next to him first. “Hey,” he flashed her a smile, though the corner of his lip twitched in a way that probably revealed the agony he was in at the moment. “Do you go here a lot?” 

“Buzz off,” she scoffed, promptly leaving her seat. Well, damn. Maybe he smiled too much. 

They should have sent in Morgan. As if anyone would be able to resist the charms of a slightly older guy who had the gift of gab. 

Spencer then turned his head to the man sitting to the other side of him, a Spanish guy with a precisely done fade and a hooked nose. “Come here often?”

“Feels like most nights, brother,” the man sighed out, resting his chin on his palm, “I can’t ever catch a break. Heart broken, heart broken, heart broken,” 

Okay, he didn’t need to know all of that. 

“I’ve never been here before. Is it always like this? Or is it ever more… entertaining?” He was sure the loud music and (pretty decent) alcoholic drinks were entertaining enough, but he was hoping his wording would get the man to talk about anything out of the ordinary.

The man took a sip of his beer, thinking for a moment, “Yeah, two nights ago, I think there was a deal going on, y’know what I mean.” 

“Like, a drug deal?” Spencer asked.

The man shot him a glare, “Keep your voice down, man, you know how suspicious that sounds? Spanish guy talking about drug deals?” he rolled his eyes, “It was these white guys, actually. I don’t remember exactly what happened; I was honestly just stumbling around at that point in the night. But they were doing a drug deal, and the one who I think was the dealer was giving the other guy shit. Not enough money. Something like that. I don’t remember.”

“A drug dealer,” Reid repeated, “Did he seem aggressive?”

“Definitely. Fists balled up and everything. Even after the other guy coughed up all the money, he still seemed pissed. Probably got anger issues or somethin’,” the man took another swig of his beer, shrugging. “Anyway, that’s all I remember. I don’t think I’ve seen either of those guys at the club before that day. Then again, it was a Wednesday, and I don’t usually come on Wednesdays. Maybe they come weekly.” 

They spoke a bit more, until the man decided he had to head home, he had work in the morning. Spencer eyed the rest of the club, pondering who he should question next, when there was a tap on his shoulder. 

“Hey,” she said, looking at him almost expectantly. 

“Um, hello,” Spencer replied, “...you come here often?” he couldn’t help but eye her. Not even in a profiling way. No, not at all. His brain was short circuiting, looking at her beautiful hair to her eyes to her lips and he was too much of a gentleman to even comment on her body. Not like his brain was working well enough to form thoughts. 

“Not really,” she took a seat next to him, “Do you?”

“No, not at all.”

“I can tell,” she laughed, “I’m Y/N. And you are?”

“Spencer,” he said politely.

“...are you in a relationship, Spencer? Should I fuck off?”

His jaw dropped. Was he getting asked out? In the fucking club? Him? The one who looked the most out of place? Like a fucking idiot?

And he definitely looked like a fucking idiot right now, staring at her like she had three heads. Until he finally spoke: “No, I’m not in a relationship.”

“Oh,” Y/N sighed in relief, “Okay. Got nervous for a second,” she laughed awkwardly, “...you look a little out of place here,”

“Oh, that’s because I am,” he replied, “This isn’t exactly the kind of place I like to be.” 

“You look the type. What would you rather be doing?”

He thought for a moment, “Reading at my desk at home. Or playing Sodoku in bed,” Oh, how he yearned to be in bed with his nightly tea solving easy (well, easy to him) Sodoku puzzles. 

“Ah, so you’re the introverted type. You would rather be alone,”

“Sometimes,” he shrugged, looking at his hands on the bar table, “I like being with my friends a lot too. They’re like family,” 

“I get that,” Y/N nodded in agreement, “I love being with my friends. However, they are always late. I’m waiting for them right now,” she laughed, “We club a lot,” 

“I hardly go to clubs, unless one of my friends drags me to one,” Spencer said, referencing Morgan, “I prefer quieter places. Like dinner. Parks. Even a bar,”

“I think clubs are fun. I like to dance. Raves too.” 

Shit, the pretty woman already lost interest in him. Her eyes wandering around, tapping her fingers on the hardwood of the table. 

“Reid, head back. Garcia did some digging, we got a few matches,” JJ said in the earpiece carefully nestled in his ear, hidden by his hair. 

“I’d love to stay and chat, but I gotta head out.” Spencer said, beginning to stand up. He felt a tad bit disappointed. Part of him wanted to focus on catching the unsub, but the other part wanted to sit and stare at this woman like she was a model in a magazine. 

Obviously, catching the unsub was more important. 

“Wait!” she exclaimed, holding out both of her hands in an effort to keep him seated. He froze, looking at her in confusion as she awkwardly dropped her hands to the side. “Um… can I get your number?” 

Get his number? 

“Sure,” he didn’t see why she would want his number, considering how uninteresting he must be to her.  So, he decided to test how interesting she might be to him. Opening up his journal and scribbling, he tore out the corner (much to his dismay, it didn’t look neat at all), handing it to her, “Here you go,”

A big smile formed on her face as she bid his farewell, only looking down at the paper when he was gone, and to her confusion, seeing the scribbles on it. What the hell kind of handwriting is this? It didn’t even look like numbers!

“Fuck, he tricked me,” she huffed, crumbling up the paper. He must have just scribbled gibberish so it looked like he gave her his number so she’d leave him alone long enough for him to make his escape. 

She let the now crumbled up paper fall to the table as she ordered a drink, feeling a bit defeated. He was really cute! She was sure they’d find some things in common if they tried hard enough. But now she knew he didn’t want to bother. 

Was she too forward? Did she scare him off? Maybe she was just plain ugly?

A soft sigh left her lips as she took a sip of her drink. She looked down at the crumbled up paper, before slowly reaching out and picking it back up.

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“...you know, I was planning on spending my day off at home,” Spencer grumbled, following Garcia throughout the maze that was the local mall. She was already holding a hefty amount of bags despite them being there for only an hour, moving along quickly. 

They had just finished the case, coming to the conclusion this “dealer” was killing his clients, racking up a count of five (that they know of) before geting caught by the team. The jet landed back yesterday morning, and Garcia was already calling Reid up to hang out.

“Oh, stop complaining!” she waved him off, rolling her eyes playfully, “You need new shoes anyway. You always wear the same ones!”

Spencer took a moment to glance down at his beaten up black Converse. She wasn’t wrong there. He did wear the same shoes all the time. “You didn’t bring me to the mall just to get me to buy new shoes.”

“Nope,” she mused, “I’m in the mood for some chicken teriyaki as well,” 

“I suppose I am too,” his lips curled up into a small smile as he continued to follow behind her, “I also need a new sweater for fall.” 

“Oh, yes you do,” she nodded in agreement, which made him think that perhaps his sweaters were noticeably dingy or something of the sort. Damn. 

They walked a few steps further, until Spencer’s phone rang. If it were Hotch with a new case, he might just drown himself in the fountain. “One moment,” he muttered, fishing his phone out of his pocket. Flipping it open, he eyed the caller. Unknown ID. “...hello?”

“Um,” the person on the other line began, “Is this Spencer? The one nerdy looking guy att he club?”

“I…” his mouth went dry. She actually bothered to figure it out? She realized he didn’t just scribble on the piece of paper, but actually wrote his number in Morse code? 

“Who wrote their number in Morse code? I’ve already tried, like, six other numbers,” she continued to babble. Y/N then stopped herself. “Shit. Sorry. Um, so… is this Spencer?”

“...yes,” he breathed out, looking over at Garcia. She had a questioning look on her face, wondering who he could be talking to that could cause his face to become such a red color.

“Oh!” Y/N exclaimed, “I did it?! I did it! I found you! Oh, wow, hi there.”

Spencer bit his bottom lip, his genius brain melting within seconds as he tried to find the right words to say. “...hi there,” he echoed back, “I didn’t think you were actually interested in me,”

“What?!” she replied in shock, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I just assumed…” he paused, “I assumed you would find me quite boring,”

“I don’t think you’re boring at all, Spencer.”

His cheeks reddened even more. He must be a tomato at this point. “We didn’t even talk much,” he pointed out, “And in our short conversation, we just found we enjoy different things,”

“Well, it was a short conversation, like you said. I’m sure we have plenty of things in common. Do you like ramen?”

“I mean, it’s okay,” he answered, “I’ll eat it.”

“Good enough for me,”

The corners of his lips twitched up at her words, “You sound easily pleased,”

“I am! Do you like Italian food?”

“I sure do. One of my coworkers makes the best Italian cuisine.”

“Wonderful! Let us wed, then I could meet him,”

“I think you could meet him beforehand.” 

She dramatically sighed, “I suppose so. However, I would like the pleasure of meeting you a few times before I meet your lovely coworkers.” 

“You’re right. We should probably hop onto that first,”

“And you mentioned liking Sadoku, right?”

He was surprised she remembered, “Yes, I do.”

“Ah, you see, I bought a Sadoku book a few days ago, and God this game is so boring. And you do this all the time? For fun? This could be capitol punishment.” 

Spencer found himself laughing at that comment, “I think it’s relaxing,” 

“I think getting teeth pulled would be more relaxing. Y’know what I think is pretty relaxing? Watching Gossip Girl in bed.” 

“I’ve never seen it before,” 

“Good god, what is going on here?” She was definitely very dramatic, and honestly, Spencer was loving it. He loved her personality. “You have a mission now. You need to go watch Gossip Girl. Right now.” 

“I’m at the mall at the moment.”

“Damn. Oh shit, I’m like, literally bothering you right now,”

“No, you’re not,”

“Yes, I am! Shit! I’m sorry, go have fun. Buy a pretzel or something.” 

“I’m going to buy chicken teriyaki,” 

“Oh. Buy a pretzel too.” 

He laughed, “Okay. I’ll buy a pretzel too. I’ll call you later.”

“Joy, I must not have completely embarrassed myself if you’re willing to call me again later. Unless you actually plan on blocking me after you hang up.”

“No no, I like talking to you. I’m definitely going to call you later.” He assured her, glancing at Garcia again. Now she looked curious, shuffling closer to him. “I promise.”

“If you don’t, I’ll find you. I’m worse than Gossip Girl.” 

“I believe you.” She was silly, if he wasn’t in public, he’d probably be giggling and kicking his feet like a teen girl. He liked her silly. 

“You better. Okay, I’ll leave you alone now. Have fun. Get the pretzel.” 

“I’ll go get the pretzel,” 

“As you should,” she giggled out, “Goodbye, Spencer,”

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ofc <3

☆ Newfound Discoveries !

Genre: smut, flatmate au, college au, fluff

Pairing: femdom ! nsfw content creator reader x sub ! flatmate beomgyu, feat. sub ! soobin

Warnings: dom reader, sub beomgyu, mentions of porn, solo masturbation, perv gyu, face sitting, choking on pussy, face slapping, spit kink, nipple play, filming sex, degrading, use of pet names ‘puppy’, riding, overstim, orgasm denial, premature ejaculation, reader is seen as ‘shy’

Synopysis: beomgyu didn’t think he’d ever be into femdom, that is, until he discovers his cute flatmate’s secret nsfw twitter account.

Word count: 6.6k

If beomgyu were to describe his flatmate, the adjectives that first come to mind would be timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate.

Both of you had a list of chores of who took care of what in the flat, stuck colour coded to the fridge, with beomgyu’s main responsibility to take out the bins and sometimes if he’d simply forget to, you’d quietly do it yourself and just send him a small message, 'You forgot the bins. But it's okay I took it out :) <3’ and he’d profusely apologise, 'I'M SOSORRY OMGG', genuinely guilt ridden and promising you he'd definitely remember next time.

You never got angry or irritated with him. In fact, Beomgyu can't even remember a time where he's genuinely seen you angry. Because, that was just the kind of person you were. And that was frankly insane since beomgyu knew how annoying he can be at times.

You had even taken care of him once when he’d returned stumbling back home, smashed from hitting all the clubs, the goofiest grin spread across his face as he’d nearly toppled into the coat rack trying to take his shoes off. You’d helped him into his bed even though you were asleep before hearing all the ruckus he’d made, beomgyu drunk but very aware of the warmth of your hands on him and the proximity of your body trying to keep him up steering him into his room.

Even that time when beomgyu was ill with a terrible, hellish sore throat and had skipped his lectures, laying in bed with a miserable pout and croaking like a dying frog, you’d knocked on his door, asking him if he was okay and even made your own concoction of honey and lemon juice hot water for him to drink, telling him it’d make him feel better. It did, and it also had made his heart flutter embarrassingly too much for someone who only received a homemade remedy from their flatmate. (He may or may not have nearly cried after you left but the gesture had gone straight to his heart and being sick always makes him really emotional and dramatic especially since he’d felt lonely the whole day, wallowing in self pity under the covers.)

And when beomgyu has stressful end of semester exams and stays for late hours cooped in the library, too tired and broke and thinking of just skipping dinner, you even leave some of your food you’d made for yourself for him when he comes back. He’d eat it all, finding he was actually extremely hungry, cheeks full and chest warming in gratitude, sending you a sleepy 'Thank you so much >_< !' before faceplanting into his pillow and dozing off.

Now, Beomgyu wasn’t a terrible flatmate himself, and actually, beomgyu prides himself in being pretty clean and organised. Nothing makes his eye twitch more than when the cupboards and fridge are all cluttered with food and filled with expired jars and he’s always the one to rearrange them, lining up items and jars and putting everything into different categories and shelves that make sense for them to be, shooting you a proud look when you notice, but sometimes, yes, at times he can just be a little forgetful. But he doesn’t mean to be.

Beomgyu does try to do things for you too and he likes doing it too like, making you a coffee when he sees you still up and studying, sending you encouraging messages in the morning when he knows you have exams telling you ‘you’ve got this ! Fighting !!’ with a string of silly emojis, asking if you need anything when he’s going out to do his weekly shop of necessities. And when he did his laundry, knocking on your door, asking you if you have your own clothes you wanted to toss for the wash because he really doesn’t mind also doing yours. So, he really hopes you don’t think he’s a terrible flatmate actually because he tries.

Were you guys close? He’d say you were partially pretty close. Close enough to watch things on the tv in the shared living room often together. You’d chat then too and he’d make you laugh with his commentary, trying to get you out your shell just a little more. Close enough to eat together sometimes and talk about random things. Close enough to swap playlists and exchange each of your favourite songs of the week. Close enough that you’d both grumble about your subjects together, complaining about assignments.

Sometimes, you even walked to campus in the mornings together when your lectures lined up, your steps matching his, both of you walking a bit too close, your bag bumping into his side every now and then as you chatted about whatever, dropping you off at your lecture hall before making it to his hurriedly. Those walks always felt too short.

All in all, beomgyu would say you were an amazing flatmate. He’s lucky to have been randomly selected you to share with. Some people got stuck with nightmare flatmates who stole food, that didn’t clean after themselves and who threw loud parties at 3am. You were more like the dream flatmate.

And beomgyu also won’t lie and say he hadn’t maybe, just maybe, developed the tiniest crush on you somewhere along the way. Because he may have. Really minuscule though, basically microscopic. Barely even there. Nothing to worry about at all. But what can he say, you were so cute and sweet and calming! Like a momentary gentle, blissful breeze in his chaotic world of tropical cyclones.

So, you can only imagine how Beomgyu reacts one night when he’s scrolling through his anonymous twitter account he uses solely for viewing porn, slightly horny and frustratedly crazed by now when he can’t find a good enough video to jerk off to. Everything he had bookmarked just wasn’t doing it for him, he’d watched them all so many times, countless times, it was just boring, uninspiring, so dull now.

He attempts to find new material, digging deeper, desperately looking through the accounts he follows for something decent, even clicking on the accounts that they’ve quote retweeted from and the accounts that they’ve retweeted from and so on, and so on. Come on, something, anything to get him off so he can finally go to sleep. But it’s all the same repetitive, bland shit, fake moans, overacting, terrible angles, somethings just downright concerning, beomgyu huffing as he swipes out of yet another video. And he’s about to surrender for the night, having totally given up when-

Beomgyu blinks and pauses, then squints, tilting his head.

He sees something. It’s a short clip, no longer than thirty seconds, shaky camera, pretty bad lighting and shit quality, but it catches his eye, a woman her back facing the camera, their pretty hand pumping a dude’s cock, but not nicely. Like, meanly ? The dude’s wrists were tied together too with a pink silk ribbon as he begs, thighs trembling and he was sobbing. Actually sobbing. The woman speaks saccharinely to him, voice low and commanding “Don’t you dare cum unless I say you can, ‘kay?”

Beomgyu’s stomach does a weird flip.

Huh.

He’s never seen something like this before. Now, he’s not a completely vanilla person, he admits, but he’s never thought of this. It’s not exactly his usual cup of tea, he thinks? Beomgyu’s thumb hovers contemplatively, then he presses the button to the username of the original account a little too swiftly.

He views the whole profile, it’s a ‘femdom’ account. He clicks curiously on the most recent video and beomgyu’s jaw completely drops in pure, utter, sheer bewilderment once it loads.

What. The. Living. Fuck.

“Owww! Fuck!-Ugh…” Beomgyu rubs his nose, scrunching his face in pain as, in his absolute shock, had accidentally smacked his phone right onto his face. Then he lifts his phone again just to check once more. He’s hallucinating, he’s sleep deprived, so horny he’s gone into some psychosis maybe-no, he’s right.

Beomgyu’s world has imploded.

The video had loaded and it was much clearer, the women’s face much more visible.

That—it almost looks like—you. His flatmate. It has to be you. It must be you. It looks exactly like you. It’s definitely you. And he’s so sure of it because the woman is also wearing the exact bracelet you never take off, the one you had told him was gifted by your grandmother.

His timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate flatmate. Except, you’re spitting filthy, dirty, commanding words beomgyu didn’t even think you’d have knowledge of, much less would ever say. And you’re domming the shit out of a dude. You. What is going on…?!

You’re calling the guy pathetic, telling him to beg harder, your hand relentless around him as he squirms, sobs, drools for you. The way you looked while pumping this guy’s dick, your demeanour, your voice, sweetly taunting, it was so far removed from the you beomgyu thought he knew that beomgyu genuinely thought he was in some kind of alternative universe.

What’s worse is that, the scandalous words you’re spewing to the other guy has beomgyu’s cheeks heating up extremely fast, a flush crawling all the way up to his ears, and what you’re doing makes beomgyu’s dick give a sharp, embarrassing eager twitch at the sight. Oh, fuck no. No. He couldn’t. No. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. This was you! But, everything you were doing, you were so terrifyingly hot. And beomgyu found himself weirdly hard as hell, aching and straining against his pyjama bottoms, considering every other porn clip he’d been going through hadn’t prior.

Beomgyu couldn’t help himself. He was trying for this the whole night. He was so needy and horny now and it was starting to hurt! He knows he’s going to hell for this, he knows he’s a pervert, a creep, the worst flatmate in the world right now, but, fuck it. He’ll condemn for his sins later, he’ll never do it again, he’ll never look at your account ever again, he’ll erase it from his memories after this, he just needs this so bad right now.

Beomgyu’s hand goes straight down his plaid pyjama bottoms with the most embarrassingly, disgusting desperation he’s ever felt, hurriedly wrapping his hand around his dick, jerking himself off frantically. He slaps his other hand over his mouth so he doesn’t make a noise, so you wouldn’t hear him jerking off to you in the next room as he watches you ruin another dude on his phone.

Beomgyu’s mind is screaming.

What are you doing, what are you doing, this is your flatmate, you’re going to hell, you’re insane!

But it just feels too good, his hips jerking up into his palm, eyes glued to the screen as you staunch off the other guy’s orgasm, slapping his balls and Beomgyu’s never been more turned on in his life. He’s moaning into his palm, muffled, shamefully as he fucks into his fist, and it’s so humiliating that this is what finally does it for him, of all things. It’s so, so wrong. But beomgyu is too far gone to care at this point, hips stuttering as he continues to move his hand over his cock, teeth biting down on his palm so hard and pressing it further to his mouth so you really can’t hear him whimpering.

Beomgyu cums pathetically fast. Mortifyingly fast. For some reason, the thought of him in that guy’s place, you saying those things to him instead, had made him cum even harder, spilling thick ropes of cum all over his fist. He pants, his bangs sweaty and sticking to his forehead, chest heaving and staring at his ceiling in stunned silence, he feels like he’s ascending, like he could go to heaven.

That is, until the post nut clarity hits, and- no, it’s definitely hell he’s going. He feels repulsive, guilty.

It was a one time thing, a slip up, a moment of weakness, it’d never happen again.

That’s what beomgyu had promised himself, but then the night came once again and he couldn’t find a good enough clip to get him off once more, the porn still unsurprisingly abysmal. He bit his lip, internally struggling with himself, angel and devil debating with each other on his shoulder, but alas he chose the devil’s side and quickly typed your username into the search bar.

And it started to become a regular occurrence. It was the only thing he could jerk off to anymore. He was addicted, obsessed.

He’d never really… looked at femdom stuff before, never thought he’d be into that. It felt too intense. Too embarrassing. Too emasculating. He was the one in charge, right? He liked being in control. Maybe he’s not even into it, maybe it’s just the absurdity of it all, the taboo-ness, the fact it’s just his cute flatmate he’s always had a crush on making porn, not the actual femdom aspect of it, no.

And yet, beomgyu, who said he’d never been into this kind of stuff, was still jerking off to every single one of your videos every night.

He feels guilty, he really does. Especially when you were still your sweet self, when you’d still do all these sweet things for him, when he’d see you cooking in the kitchen and the images of the videos he’d been watching and him moaning into his pillow came to mind. He still found it shocking that you were the same person. But technically, your videos are made for people to jerk off to it, you make your money off it, you profit off it, it’s not like he’s the only guy doing this, in fact, he’s increasing your view count, boosting your engagement. He’s helping you. Could even think of it as one of the many ways beomgyu tries to do things for you in return.

It makes sense now, how you had so much random expensive shit and collected things as a college student. He just always thought you had super rich parents or something.

You always filmed the videos with the same guy too and beomgyu recognised him as Choi Soobin, another student in your course and he’d frequent your room or you’d say you were going to his and studying with him but you were probably filming porn with him this whole time. He thought you guys were just friends. Were you dating? With the brief hi’s and small talk he’d have with soobin when he was at the flat, he’d always fucked with him, thought he was a pretty chill, cool guy. But now, every time, you’d say you were going to meet up with soobin, it filled him with this annoyance at the name. Fuck soobin, man. Why does soobin get to see that side of you? Why couldn’t it be beomgyu?

He wished you’d put him in his place, he was so jealous of soobin, he wants to know what it feels like in real life too. To have you saying that to him instead, have you touching him, you fucking him. He needs it. He fantasises about it all the time. Maybe if he keeps being an annoying flatmate, if he keeps on forgetting to do his chores, you’ll finally snap and get mad at him. Maybe you’d punish him, fuck him stupid? Maybe he should start doing that, turn into an insufferable flatmate. You’re always so calm, you never get angry at him. He wants you to get angry at him, wants you to yell at him, wants you to be mean to him.

Like routine, beomgyu was watching the latest clip you had posted, laying in his bed with his marshall headphones and his phone, a dim, sleepy amber glow over his room from his fairy lights as he fisted his cock with a mix of shame and arousal.

“You’ve been touching yourself without permission haven’t you? You tut at soobin onscreen. “What a pervert. So disappointing.”

It was as if you knew beomgyu was watching, and he could imagine you saying it to him instead which only made him move his hand over his dick faster, biting his lip as tries so hard not to whimper loudly.

“Touch your nipples for me too, baby.”

You instruct soobin and so beomgyu does it too, one of his hands reaching up to flick his nipple experimentally. Beomgyu gasps out at the sensitive feeling, continuing to flick his nipple with his finger again and again and then he cums with a startled loud yelp he hadn’t meant to let out. Beomgyu slaps a hand to his mouth instantly, praying that you’re fast asleep right now as he lets out pathetic shaky breaths, cum pooling on his tummy.

Beomgyu practically sprinted back from campus. You’d uploaded a new video whilst he was in his lecture he’d received the notification but he obviously couldn’t watch it there so he had to wait for all of his classes to be over, the day going by excruciatingly slow.

Beomgyu bursts into the flat and into his room with one singular goal. He jumps onto his bed, finds your twitter through his anonymous account, clicks on the recently uploaded excitedly, anticipating. Then he rummages through his bag next to him for his marshall headphones-oh shit. They’re not there. Where would he have put them? That’s when he remembers with a disappointed groan, he’d left them on the library desk when he’d taken a nap in between classes. It’s okay, he can just retrieve his precious headphones back from the library office. But is there time to go all the way back? He can watch it without headphones. You weren’t here, the flat was empty, you’d said you were going to hang out with soobin so you wouldn’t be back for a while. It’s fine. He doesn’t need them. What he does need is to watch the video though.

And so he does, he presses play.

You’re edging soobin again and beomgyu matches, trying to mimic your movements on soobin’s dick, trying to imagine you were edging him instead and he’s so immersed by now. His moans getting louder and needier, unabashed and shameless and it feels good to fuck himself, finally moan unrestricted without being scared you’d hear.

Beomgyu’s gasping now, trembling, edging himself just like you told Soobin to, whining out your name. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, please!” His eyes glassy, face scrunched up and sweaty and so into it, like you’re really there.

“You don’t deserve to cum today at all.” you spat in the video, stopping your movements on soobin’s dick.

“N-no, no, please! Don’t stop-ah, y/n…! I’ll be good.” Beomgyu babbles to no one, worriedly, furrowing his brow.

Beomgyu is completely engrossed in his fantasy, so engrossed, he doesn’t hear the front door open, doesn’t hear your footsteps over the squelching noises of his wet dick over his hand, over his loud as hell moans, over the video of your voice on full volume which is the only thing his ears are paying attention to.

He didn’t even realise his door wasn’t properly shut, hadn’t bothered to close it in his excitement when he came back, didn’t think it would be a problem at all.

The second you stepped in and heard your own voice from Beomgyu’s room, followed by his loud whimpers and moans of your name, you paused. Completely stunned. You pushed the door open slightly with one finger, peering in. This wasn’t disrespecting someone’s privacy if he was so shamelessly jerking off, if he was literally watching your videos. You had a right. And you were curious.

The idiot still doesn’t even notice that his door is open, that you’re watching him, too lost in pleasure, eyes squeezed tightly shut, mouth hanging open, his back arching, hips lifting slightly off his bed as he ruts into his hand. What the hell. You’d never expected beomgyu to be so dirty like this. He was just your silly, funny flatmate that made your heart flutter just a little sometimes. And he was jerking off to your account? How did he even find it? He looked gorgeous like this though and it was definitely doing something to him in this state. You’d never thought beomgyu woukd be into any of this, into your account.

You clear your throat.

“OH MY GOD-!” Beomgyu screams high pitched and his eyes widen in pure horror, scrambling to pull his underwear up and trying to cover his body with his sheets, throwing his phone away so fast, but then realises the video is still on and you can still hear your voice and soobin’s so he quickly reaches back for it, fumbling to try to pause it, body and whole face as red as the ripest strawberry. “Y-y/n-i-i-shit—I’m s-so sorry, I’m s-sorry, I w-wasn’t, I wasn’t—I mean I was, but not like that—I’ll move out—I’ve disrespected you—I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me—I-I’ll-I’ll move out tomorrow-”

Beomgyu was genuinely crying. Actual tears, bottom lip wobbly and hiccuping so cutely. It was endearing and also amusing. This was all work in your favour.

“Beomgyu,” you interrupt his panicked ramblings, crossing your arms. “Relax. I’m not mad. Don’t you want me to touch you?”

He stops. Mouth agape.

“I…what.”

“Don’t you want me to fuck you? Wanna know what it actually feels like?”

Beomgyu blinks, not believing these are words coming out of your mouth. “A-are you serious? What—what about Soobin? Aren’t you guys dating?”

“No we’re not dating, we’re just partners. We had a little fight and he backed out on filming today. I need someone else.” You look beomgyu up and down, satisfied. “You’ll do.”

Beomgyu’s jaw drops, “Me??!!”

“Unless you don’t want to. Then that’s fine.”

Beomgyu shakes his head vehemently, still in shock that any of this is happening. How have you not kicked him out of the flat?! “N-no! No! I want to! I really want to!”

Beomgyu has never subbed before.

This was all terrifyingly new. He feels like a virgin all over again. Nervous, embarrassed, not sure what to do. But the second you shove him flat on the bed, rubbing him through his calvin klein underwear and messily making out with him, he gives into you just so, so, so easily, instantly melting at your small touch and the neediest sounds he’s ever heard from himself before, that he tries so hard to suppress, but ultimately leave his mouth, humiliatingly high. He still can’t believe any of this is even real right now.

Beomgyu breaks from the kiss reluctantly, eyes half lidded and his lips swollen and sticky from your lip gloss, whole body heated up, whimpering as you still grind your palm on his clothed dick and he grasps tightly onto the fabric of your top, “Ah…don’t want you to go soft on me…” beomgyu looks into your eyes so sincerely, so earnestly, so serious with his big brown eyes, “Please…want you to be mean to me, want you to use me. I can take it all….Wanna be better than soobin. I can.”

You giggle at him, cocking an eyebrow, “You want me to be mean?”

Beomgyu nods quickly, “Please….”

“You think you can take it?”

“Yeah, yeah…I can.”

You lean in, pressing your lips just beside his ear, breath hot as he closes his eyes, nervously. “But you already look so gone, gyu.”

Beomgyu whimpers and shakes his head, skin prickling up at that. “No! I-I’m not. I swear.”

“Prove it to me then.” You challenge, grinning.

He watches as you grab your phone, propping it up and pressing record, then you slid your panties down, taking them off, hearing beomgyu’s breath catch audibly in his throat. You grin as you make your way to his body, hovering over beomgyu’s face. His pupils dilate so wide and then he stares up at your pretty pussy in awe, seemingly entranced, lips slightly parted and he just looks so incredibly dumb it’s cute.

You slowly lovee yourself onto his face, smothering him with your pussy and beomgyu wastes absolutely no time, gripping onto the plush of your thighs hard and already diving in, eagerly lapping at your pussy like a starved puppy, getting to work, concentrating so hard on eating you out, shuddering and shakily trying to keep it together but he’s falling apart already.

The sounds over the room are so obscene and nasty as beomgyu slurps and sucks and basically makes out with your pussy sloppily, his beautifully sculpted nose bumping against your clit and you have to admit, beomgyu is pretty damn good at this. Soobin is usually so careful, so shy and slow at eating you out but beomgyu is the complete opposite, licking at your pussy so fervently, so messy, so diligently as if it was his only purpose in life.

“Gosh, gyu.” You sigh out, running your fingers through his hair, “So you were getting off to my videos this whole time? You’re really the nastiest pervert I know.” Beomgyu just whines and cries out muffled pitifully beneath you, the sound vibrating straight to your core. “Stick your tongue out for me.”

He obeys instantly, sticking his tongue out for you like a panting dog and you begin to ride his face harshly. “You have such a ridable face, gyu. Should I ride your face all the time?” Beomgyu moans whorishly loud into your cunt in response to that, attempting to nod. You’re just completely using his face now, roughly gripping his hair and savagely grinding yourself on him, literally suffocating him with your pussy but beomgyu loves it, he loves that you’re finally roughing him up, loves that he finally gets to see this side of you too.

His poor dick is all leaky and flushed, throbbing as he humps the air desperately, wanting to feel some sort of friction to try and relieve himself just a little but he ruts into nothing, whining sorrowfully into your cunt.

He begins to choke slightly underneath you from the lack of air but he doesn’t try to get you off him at all, taking it all, just his shiny teary puppy eyes staring up at you.

“Yeah, that’s it. I’m cumming, gyu. Such a good boy for me.” You shudder, tugging on his hair harder, riding his face impossibly deeper and finally cumming all on his pretty face. Beomgyu splutters and chokes but at the sound of your praise, and you calling him a good boy, he blushes and malfunctions, brain short circuiting. A good boy…he’s spiralling. It sounds so good coming out of your mouth. He never knew he wanted to be called a good boy so bad. His hips jerk wildly, like the praise alone had nearly made him cum too.

When you finally lifted yourself off his face, beomgyu gasps out for air, breathing in and out and taking in deep shaky breaths. His swollen plump lips, chin, nose, the whole of his lower face completely drenched and soaked, glistening in your juices.

“Holy shit...” Beomgyu licks his lips and around his mouth, savouring the taste of you, looking so completely blissed out, dazedly smiling so stupid and dopey and so content with his life.

You can’t help but laugh and scoff at the ridiculous look on his face. You take your phone once again and move further down on his body, straddling his hips, pinning his wrists down beside his head on the pillow. You bring your phone to his face, angling the camera and filming him. He suddenly gets camera shy and embarrassed, self conscious, realising, really realising that this was all being filmed, that it’s his expression being filmed now and not soobin’s, that everyone can see him reduced to this state for you. Isn’t that embarrassing for a man?

He turns his face, trying to hide in the crook of his arm, cheeks red with shame. You giggle, amused. “Oh, so now you’re shy?” You coo and tug his arm away gently, exposing his face again. His blush impossibly deepens.

But he can’t seem to care at all once you start sliding on his wet dick and he takes a sharp intake, shivering and squirming at the feeling, eyes rolling, “s-sshit!” Beomgyu shuts his eyes in pleasure, eyelashes fluttering obnoxiously prettily. This is all so surreal still. You meanly laugh at the look on his face, shoving the phone more in his face, moving his cock against your folds up and down.

“Oh,” Beomgyu breathes out as you unceremoniously sink down on him in one go, “Oh, fuck—” His eyes literally go cross eyed at the feeling of being inside your pussy. You swivel your hips around him and he gasps for air, his back arching tensely and then you begin to ride him. He turns into even more of a melted puddle, brain completely slushed, in complete ecstasy. For a second, he attempts to suppress his moans again but then realises he’s doesn’t give a fuck at all and starts moaning out shamelessly so loud.

“Is this better than watching me online? Hm? Better than how you fantasised every night?” You bounce on his dick, unrelentingly.

"Mmmggh. ‘Sso good…pussy so good. Better than i everr ‘maginedd.” Beomgyu slurs, mouth hanging open and so fucked out, drooling all over himself.

You chuckle lowly, “Open your mouth.”

He does so, mindlessly, just looking up at you with his sparkly round eyes. You lean down, grabbing his jaw, tilting his face up and using your thumb to softly trace over his delicious bottom lip, wiping away some of the drool that was dribbling at the corner of his mouth. You bring yourself closer, spitting in his mouth and landing on his waiting tongue. He moans like he was being fed something divine, sticking his tongue back in, closing his mouth and pliantly swallowing, his sharp adam’s apple bobbing, then he sticks his tongue out like a slut again, asking for more. You shake your head and laugh breathlessly, aroused at how hot he looks. You spit into his mouth once again, kissing him roughly right after, swirling your tongue and sharing your spit and saliva messily with him. Beomgyu just moans into your mouth more, bucking his hips and meeting your movements needily, swallowing once you stop kissing him.

You fuck him frantically and unforgiving, throwing your phone off to the side so you can properly ride him, pinning both his wrists as his head lolls and moves with every violent bounce.

“Please…can I cum?” Beomgyu chokes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head, he’s surprised he’s even gotten this far without blowing his load.

You give him a disappointed look and tsk, “Already? But I thought you said you could take it or was that all just talk? The real thing too much for you?” You mock him, tilting your head down at him.

“Please, I c-can’t take it anymore.” He looks up at you with his pretty doe, puppy dog eyes, pouting at you in despair, long lashes fluttering to get you to give into to him, you get lost in those eyes and, for a split second, you almost do, but then you furrow your brows at him.

“Yes you can. You can hold it for longer.” You tell him sternly.

“A-at least slow down then, pleaseee!” Beomgyu pleads.

You scoff, “No.”

He whines but doesn’t do anything else, hands bunched into tight fists to try and staunch his orgasm off, fighting with his own body for you. He doesn’t want to make you disappointed even more, he’s being such a bad sub and he’s so upset at himself.

You just go faster in spite of him, even sadistically clenching tightly around his dick from time to time and he loses his mind, fearfully moaning like a bitch now, nearing his breaking point, his messy damp bangs falling into his eyes that he can’t see anything, just scrambling to keep himself from cumming and biting his lip so hard it hurts. He can be good he can be good he can be good he can be good-

You feel him twitching inside you and then he cums, whole body convulsing, spurting his load inside your pussy. It hits him so hard, that for a moment his mind goes blank. It feels too good, he forgets for a second, losing himself in the pleasure and going limp, eyes fluttering closed and sighing out as if he’s floating.

But then he remembers.

He jolts upright with, eyes flying open wide, face full of alarm. His breath catches and he stares at you in shock, wide eyed, as if only just realising now what he's done.

"Oh god. Oh god, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry!." Beomgyu freaks out, panicked and nervous, stuttering out apologies, just as surprised about his orgasm as you were. "I-i didn't mean to! I s-swear-" Beomgyu cries in humiliation. He swears he’s never prematurely came like that. He’s never came that fast before. It’s just because it’s you. He’s never felt anything like this before. It’s too much.

You slap him across his face and he gasps, bringing his hand to his now stinging, reddened cheek, looking up at you with shocked teary eyes. “Did you just cum in me?!” You say in disbelief and fury at him. But his dick twitches inside you again at the slap and the scolding. He can’t believe he actually just made you angry. He’s never seen you this angry, never seen you look at him this way and it’s so hot.

You expected him to look at you like a sad little puppy getting told off but he just looks so excited. “Did you seriously get turned on from me slapping you? You like this?” You slap him across his other cheek, his face turning to the side in the pillow and he looks so sexy. Then he nods happily, eagerly, lips parted around a soft moan that he doesn't even try to hide. “Wow. You’re not good for anything but being a pervert, aren’t you? So much for proving yourself better than soobin.” You slap him again.

That makes his expression fall, hurt splashing on his face. “No I can. Please cum on my dick. I-i can take it.” He looks like he’s about to cry because he disappointed you, and also because he hates soobin and so desperately wants to be the one you use. Hopefully you’ll use him more after this, and get rid of soobin for good.

“You couldnt even take it before.” You sneer.

He looks at you with his lips heavily downturned it’s comical. “No I can take it this time. Use me. Please. I’m your toy.” His eyes go half lidded just thinking about it, licking his lips, hips bucking involuntarily inside of you at the thought.

So you grab his shoulders, starting to move on his dick again and he winces from the overstimulation, you lift yourself off and slam back down, bouncing on him faster and faster as he writhes and you dig your nails into his shoulder hard, his doll lashes clumped together with tears.

You fuck the life out of him, hips slamming down without mercy, pace rough and so cruel, and all he can do is just emit the most garbled moans and sounds, throwing his head back, taking whatever you give him, so deliriously far gone by now. He loves this so much, loves you wrecking him, loves you fucking him, it feels so good to just let you do whatever with him.

You bring one of your hands to rub at your clit to get you to reach your high and bring your other hand to flick at beomgyu’s nipple. The reaction is instant, his whole body jerking. He’d already recently discovered how sensitive his nipples really are but for some reason you touching them made them 10x more sensitive and it just felt too good, his cries accelerating and elevating in pitch, strangled moans leaving him like a girl.

One last look at the fucked out boy underneath you and you cum around his poor cock, clenching down hard, squeezing every drop of sanity out of his poor body.

“You can cum, puppy.” You tell him sweetly, cupping his cheek, seeing how he was trying so hard not to for you, waiting for you to tell him, and with a sinful cry and hearing the pet name come out your mouth that flusters him greatly, beomgyu cums inside you once more, shooting copious amounts into you. His whole body lifts off the bed in one final arch, eyes rolling back completely, mouth slack, tears streaking down his cheeks, lips trembling as he moans your name over and over again.

You find your phone and make sure to film his gorgeous, ruined face as he orgasms hard. He lays there in a complete daze. Mind gone. Collapsing. Beomgyu thinks it’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever had in his life, feeling like he’s going to pass out, his vision swimming, feeling euphoric. And he needs a while to finally come back down to earth.

After the sex, you’re reverted back to your normal, how beomgyu would say it, ‘timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate’ self, saying so much praises to beomgyu, wiping him off, kissing him.

Beomgyu hugs you tightly, arms wrapping around your waist with the intention of not letting go any time soon. His head burrows into your neck, face flushed and sticky against your skin as you run your fingers through his hair.

“I never knew you were like this…” beomgyu mumbles into your skin, sleepily.

You giggle, “I never knew you were like this either.” You raise a brow at him and he blushes, embarrassed, hiding his face in your neck, making you laugh and he hits you playfully. “Why?” You tease, Do you like it more?”

“I like every part of you.” Beomgyu kisses your neck, smiling.

Soobin saw the notification whilst laying in bed, clicking on it. He watches the recently uploaded video, bitterly. It was beomgyu. His hands clench tightly, annoyed, pissed off, especially at seeing how many likes it got, more than usual, feeling his heart break into two, chest aching. You didn’t even ask him how he felt about it.

He’d backed out of filming that day, told you he didn’t feel like it, which was true but he obviously didn’t tell you the reason why. He’d been thinking about you all day and just felt if he filmed with you that day, he’d feel even more like shit, that his heart wouldn’t be able to take it. He didn’t think you’d go to him.

He’d always had this inkling about beomgyu, always something off about that dude. Too obvious. Soobin had picked up on it instantly. That barely concealed crush he tried to pass off as casual friendliness. He'd always felt slightly threatened by him. When you know someone could take something from you without even realising. But you’d said he was just your flatmate. Clearly that wasn’t it anymore.

He’d known from the start what this was. He told himself he was fine with it, in fact, he was the one who had suggested it, being used, being filmed, being close to you in some way, because at least it was something. And he liked being that. Liked that he got to see parts of you no one else did. It made him feel special.

But now beomgyu had that too. And he wasn’t sure whether he’d have to share you now, or if you’d totally discard him.

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☆ Newfound Discoveries !

Genre: smut, flatmate au, college au, fluff

Pairing: femdom ! nsfw content creator reader x sub ! flatmate beomgyu, feat. sub ! soobin

Warnings: dom reader, sub beomgyu, mentions of porn, solo masturbation, perv gyu, face sitting, choking on pussy, face slapping, spit kink, nipple play, filming sex, degrading, use of pet names ‘puppy’, riding, overstim, orgasm denial, premature ejaculation, reader is seen as ‘shy’

Synopysis: beomgyu didn’t think he’d ever be into femdom, that is, until he discovers his cute flatmate’s secret nsfw twitter account.

Word count: 6.6k

If beomgyu were to describe his flatmate, the adjectives that first come to mind would be timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate.

Both of you had a list of chores of who took care of what in the flat, stuck colour coded to the fridge, with beomgyu’s main responsibility to take out the bins and sometimes if he’d simply forget to, you’d quietly do it yourself and just send him a small message, 'You forgot the bins. But it's okay I took it out :) <3’ and he’d profusely apologise, 'I'M SOSORRY OMGG', genuinely guilt ridden and promising you he'd definitely remember next time.

You never got angry or irritated with him. In fact, Beomgyu can't even remember a time where he's genuinely seen you angry. Because, that was just the kind of person you were. And that was frankly insane since beomgyu knew how annoying he can be at times.

You had even taken care of him once when he’d returned stumbling back home, smashed from hitting all the clubs, the goofiest grin spread across his face as he’d nearly toppled into the coat rack trying to take his shoes off. You’d helped him into his bed even though you were asleep before hearing all the ruckus he’d made, beomgyu drunk but very aware of the warmth of your hands on him and the proximity of your body trying to keep him up steering him into his room.

Even that time when beomgyu was ill with a terrible, hellish sore throat and had skipped his lectures, laying in bed with a miserable pout and croaking like a dying frog, you’d knocked on his door, asking him if he was okay and even made your own concoction of honey and lemon juice hot water for him to drink, telling him it’d make him feel better. It did, and it also had made his heart flutter embarrassingly too much for someone who only received a homemade remedy from their flatmate. (He may or may not have nearly cried after you left but the gesture had gone straight to his heart and being sick always makes him really emotional and dramatic especially since he’d felt lonely the whole day, wallowing in self pity under the covers.)

And when beomgyu has stressful end of semester exams and stays for late hours cooped in the library, too tired and broke and thinking of just skipping dinner, you even leave some of your food you’d made for yourself for him when he comes back. He’d eat it all, finding he was actually extremely hungry, cheeks full and chest warming in gratitude, sending you a sleepy 'Thank you so much >_< !' before faceplanting into his pillow and dozing off.

Now, Beomgyu wasn’t a terrible flatmate himself, and actually, beomgyu prides himself in being pretty clean and organised. Nothing makes his eye twitch more than when the cupboards and fridge are all cluttered with food and filled with expired jars and he’s always the one to rearrange them, lining up items and jars and putting everything into different categories and shelves that make sense for them to be, shooting you a proud look when you notice, but sometimes, yes, at times he can just be a little forgetful. But he doesn’t mean to be.

Beomgyu does try to do things for you too and he likes doing it too like, making you a coffee when he sees you still up and studying, sending you encouraging messages in the morning when he knows you have exams telling you ‘you’ve got this ! Fighting !!’ with a string of silly emojis, asking if you need anything when he’s going out to do his weekly shop of necessities. And when he did his laundry, knocking on your door, asking you if you have your own clothes you wanted to toss for the wash because he really doesn’t mind also doing yours. So, he really hopes you don’t think he’s a terrible flatmate actually because he tries.

Were you guys close? He’d say you were partially pretty close. Close enough to watch things on the tv in the shared living room often together. You’d chat then too and he’d make you laugh with his commentary, trying to get you out your shell just a little more. Close enough to eat together sometimes and talk about random things. Close enough to swap playlists and exchange each of your favourite songs of the week. Close enough that you’d both grumble about your subjects together, complaining about assignments.

Sometimes, you even walked to campus in the mornings together when your lectures lined up, your steps matching his, both of you walking a bit too close, your bag bumping into his side every now and then as you chatted about whatever, dropping you off at your lecture hall before making it to his hurriedly. Those walks always felt too short.

All in all, beomgyu would say you were an amazing flatmate. He’s lucky to have been randomly selected you to share with. Some people got stuck with nightmare flatmates who stole food, that didn’t clean after themselves and who threw loud parties at 3am. You were more like the dream flatmate.

And beomgyu also won’t lie and say he hadn’t maybe, just maybe, developed the tiniest crush on you somewhere along the way. Because he may have. Really minuscule though, basically microscopic. Barely even there. Nothing to worry about at all. But what can he say, you were so cute and sweet and calming! Like a momentary gentle, blissful breeze in his chaotic world of tropical cyclones.

So, you can only imagine how Beomgyu reacts one night when he’s scrolling through his anonymous twitter account he uses solely for viewing porn, slightly horny and frustratedly crazed by now when he can’t find a good enough video to jerk off to. Everything he had bookmarked just wasn’t doing it for him, he’d watched them all so many times, countless times, it was just boring, uninspiring, so dull now.

He attempts to find new material, digging deeper, desperately looking through the accounts he follows for something decent, even clicking on the accounts that they’ve quote retweeted from and the accounts that they’ve retweeted from and so on, and so on. Come on, something, anything to get him off so he can finally go to sleep. But it’s all the same repetitive, bland shit, fake moans, overacting, terrible angles, somethings just downright concerning, beomgyu huffing as he swipes out of yet another video. And he’s about to surrender for the night, having totally given up when-

Beomgyu blinks and pauses, then squints, tilting his head.

He sees something. It’s a short clip, no longer than thirty seconds, shaky camera, pretty bad lighting and shit quality, but it catches his eye, a woman her back facing the camera, their pretty hand pumping a dude’s cock, but not nicely. Like, meanly ? The dude’s wrists were tied together too with a pink silk ribbon as he begs, thighs trembling and he was sobbing. Actually sobbing. The woman speaks saccharinely to him, voice low and commanding “Don’t you dare cum unless I say you can, ‘kay?”

Beomgyu’s stomach does a weird flip.

Huh.

He’s never seen something like this before. Now, he’s not a completely vanilla person, he admits, but he’s never thought of this. It’s not exactly his usual cup of tea, he thinks? Beomgyu’s thumb hovers contemplatively, then he presses the button to the username of the original account a little too swiftly.

He views the whole profile, it’s a ‘femdom’ account. He clicks curiously on the most recent video and beomgyu’s jaw completely drops in pure, utter, sheer bewilderment once it loads.

What. The. Living. Fuck.

“Owww! Fuck!-Ugh…” Beomgyu rubs his nose, scrunching his face in pain as, in his absolute shock, had accidentally smacked his phone right onto his face. Then he lifts his phone again just to check once more. He’s hallucinating, he’s sleep deprived, so horny he’s gone into some psychosis maybe-no, he’s right.

Beomgyu’s world has imploded.

The video had loaded and it was much clearer, the women’s face much more visible.

That—it almost looks like—you. His flatmate. It has to be you. It must be you. It looks exactly like you. It’s definitely you. And he’s so sure of it because the woman is also wearing the exact bracelet you never take off, the one you had told him was gifted by your grandmother.

His timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate flatmate. Except, you’re spitting filthy, dirty, commanding words beomgyu didn’t even think you’d have knowledge of, much less would ever say. And you’re domming the shit out of a dude. You. What is going on…?!

You’re calling the guy pathetic, telling him to beg harder, your hand relentless around him as he squirms, sobs, drools for you. The way you looked while pumping this guy’s dick, your demeanour, your voice, sweetly taunting, it was so far removed from the you beomgyu thought he knew that beomgyu genuinely thought he was in some kind of alternative universe.

What’s worse is that, the scandalous words you’re spewing to the other guy has beomgyu’s cheeks heating up extremely fast, a flush crawling all the way up to his ears, and what you’re doing makes beomgyu’s dick give a sharp, embarrassing eager twitch at the sight. Oh, fuck no. No. He couldn’t. No. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. This was you! But, everything you were doing, you were so terrifyingly hot. And beomgyu found himself weirdly hard as hell, aching and straining against his pyjama bottoms, considering every other porn clip he’d been going through hadn’t prior.

Beomgyu couldn’t help himself. He was trying for this the whole night. He was so needy and horny now and it was starting to hurt! He knows he’s going to hell for this, he knows he’s a pervert, a creep, the worst flatmate in the world right now, but, fuck it. He’ll condemn for his sins later, he’ll never do it again, he’ll never look at your account ever again, he’ll erase it from his memories after this, he just needs this so bad right now.

Beomgyu’s hand goes straight down his plaid pyjama bottoms with the most embarrassingly, disgusting desperation he’s ever felt, hurriedly wrapping his hand around his dick, jerking himself off frantically. He slaps his other hand over his mouth so he doesn’t make a noise, so you wouldn’t hear him jerking off to you in the next room as he watches you ruin another dude on his phone.

Beomgyu’s mind is screaming.

What are you doing, what are you doing, this is your flatmate, you’re going to hell, you’re insane!

But it just feels too good, his hips jerking up into his palm, eyes glued to the screen as you staunch off the other guy’s orgasm, slapping his balls and Beomgyu’s never been more turned on in his life. He’s moaning into his palm, muffled, shamefully as he fucks into his fist, and it’s so humiliating that this is what finally does it for him, of all things. It’s so, so wrong. But beomgyu is too far gone to care at this point, hips stuttering as he continues to move his hand over his cock, teeth biting down on his palm so hard and pressing it further to his mouth so you really can’t hear him whimpering.

Beomgyu cums pathetically fast. Mortifyingly fast. For some reason, the thought of him in that guy’s place, you saying those things to him instead, had made him cum even harder, spilling thick ropes of cum all over his fist. He pants, his bangs sweaty and sticking to his forehead, chest heaving and staring at his ceiling in stunned silence, he feels like he’s ascending, like he could go to heaven.

That is, until the post nut clarity hits, and- no, it’s definitely hell he’s going. He feels repulsive, guilty.

It was a one time thing, a slip up, a moment of weakness, it’d never happen again.

That’s what beomgyu had promised himself, but then the night came once again and he couldn’t find a good enough clip to get him off once more, the porn still unsurprisingly abysmal. He bit his lip, internally struggling with himself, angel and devil debating with each other on his shoulder, but alas he chose the devil’s side and quickly typed your username into the search bar.

And it started to become a regular occurrence. It was the only thing he could jerk off to anymore. He was addicted, obsessed.

He’d never really… looked at femdom stuff before, never thought he’d be into that. It felt too intense. Too embarrassing. Too emasculating. He was the one in charge, right? He liked being in control. Maybe he’s not even into it, maybe it’s just the absurdity of it all, the taboo-ness, the fact it’s just his cute flatmate he’s always had a crush on making porn, not the actual femdom aspect of it, no.

And yet, beomgyu, who said he’d never been into this kind of stuff, was still jerking off to every single one of your videos every night.

He feels guilty, he really does. Especially when you were still your sweet self, when you’d still do all these sweet things for him, when he’d see you cooking in the kitchen and the images of the videos he’d been watching and him moaning into his pillow came to mind. He still found it shocking that you were the same person. But technically, your videos are made for people to jerk off to it, you make your money off it, you profit off it, it’s not like he’s the only guy doing this, in fact, he’s increasing your view count, boosting your engagement. He’s helping you. Could even think of it as one of the many ways beomgyu tries to do things for you in return.

It makes sense now, how you had so much random expensive shit and collected things as a college student. He just always thought you had super rich parents or something.

You always filmed the videos with the same guy too and beomgyu recognised him as Choi Soobin, another student in your course and he’d frequent your room or you’d say you were going to his and studying with him but you were probably filming porn with him this whole time. He thought you guys were just friends. Were you dating? With the brief hi’s and small talk he’d have with soobin when he was at the flat, he’d always fucked with him, thought he was a pretty chill, cool guy. But now, every time, you’d say you were going to meet up with soobin, it filled him with this annoyance at the name. Fuck soobin, man. Why does soobin get to see that side of you? Why couldn’t it be beomgyu?

He wished you’d put him in his place, he was so jealous of soobin, he wants to know what it feels like in real life too. To have you saying that to him instead, have you touching him, you fucking him. He needs it. He fantasises about it all the time. Maybe if he keeps being an annoying flatmate, if he keeps on forgetting to do his chores, you’ll finally snap and get mad at him. Maybe you’d punish him, fuck him stupid? Maybe he should start doing that, turn into an insufferable flatmate. You’re always so calm, you never get angry at him. He wants you to get angry at him, wants you to yell at him, wants you to be mean to him.

Like routine, beomgyu was watching the latest clip you had posted, laying in his bed with his marshall headphones and his phone, a dim, sleepy amber glow over his room from his fairy lights as he fisted his cock with a mix of shame and arousal.

“You’ve been touching yourself without permission haven’t you? You tut at soobin onscreen. “What a pervert. So disappointing.”

It was as if you knew beomgyu was watching, and he could imagine you saying it to him instead which only made him move his hand over his dick faster, biting his lip as tries so hard not to whimper loudly.

“Touch your nipples for me too, baby.”

You instruct soobin and so beomgyu does it too, one of his hands reaching up to flick his nipple experimentally. Beomgyu gasps out at the sensitive feeling, continuing to flick his nipple with his finger again and again and then he cums with a startled loud yelp he hadn’t meant to let out. Beomgyu slaps a hand to his mouth instantly, praying that you’re fast asleep right now as he lets out pathetic shaky breaths, cum pooling on his tummy.

Beomgyu practically sprinted back from campus. You’d uploaded a new video whilst he was in his lecture he’d received the notification but he obviously couldn’t watch it there so he had to wait for all of his classes to be over, the day going by excruciatingly slow.

Beomgyu bursts into the flat and into his room with one singular goal. He jumps onto his bed, finds your twitter through his anonymous account, clicks on the recently uploaded excitedly, anticipating. Then he rummages through his bag next to him for his marshall headphones-oh shit. They’re not there. Where would he have put them? That’s when he remembers with a disappointed groan, he’d left them on the library desk when he’d taken a nap in between classes. It’s okay, he can just retrieve his precious headphones back from the library office. But is there time to go all the way back? He can watch it without headphones. You weren’t here, the flat was empty, you’d said you were going to hang out with soobin so you wouldn’t be back for a while. It’s fine. He doesn’t need them. What he does need is to watch the video though.

And so he does, he presses play.

You’re edging soobin again and beomgyu matches, trying to mimic your movements on soobin’s dick, trying to imagine you were edging him instead and he’s so immersed by now. His moans getting louder and needier, unabashed and shameless and it feels good to fuck himself, finally moan unrestricted without being scared you’d hear.

Beomgyu’s gasping now, trembling, edging himself just like you told Soobin to, whining out your name. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, please!” His eyes glassy, face scrunched up and sweaty and so into it, like you’re really there.

“You don’t deserve to cum today at all.” you spat in the video, stopping your movements on soobin’s dick.

“N-no, no, please! Don’t stop-ah, y/n…! I’ll be good.” Beomgyu babbles to no one, worriedly, furrowing his brow.

Beomgyu is completely engrossed in his fantasy, so engrossed, he doesn’t hear the front door open, doesn’t hear your footsteps over the squelching noises of his wet dick over his hand, over his loud as hell moans, over the video of your voice on full volume which is the only thing his ears are paying attention to.

He didn’t even realise his door wasn’t properly shut, hadn’t bothered to close it in his excitement when he came back, didn’t think it would be a problem at all.

The second you stepped in and heard your own voice from Beomgyu’s room, followed by his loud whimpers and moans of your name, you paused. Completely stunned. You pushed the door open slightly with one finger, peering in. This wasn’t disrespecting someone’s privacy if he was so shamelessly jerking off, if he was literally watching your videos. You had a right. And you were curious.

The idiot still doesn’t even notice that his door is open, that you’re watching him, too lost in pleasure, eyes squeezed tightly shut, mouth hanging open, his back arching, hips lifting slightly off his bed as he ruts into his hand. What the hell. You’d never expected beomgyu to be so dirty like this. He was just your silly, funny flatmate that made your heart flutter just a little sometimes. And he was jerking off to your account? How did he even find it? He looked gorgeous like this though and it was definitely doing something to him in this state. You’d never thought beomgyu woukd be into any of this, into your account.

You clear your throat.

“OH MY GOD-!” Beomgyu screams high pitched and his eyes widen in pure horror, scrambling to pull his underwear up and trying to cover his body with his sheets, throwing his phone away so fast, but then realises the video is still on and you can still hear your voice and soobin’s so he quickly reaches back for it, fumbling to try to pause it, body and whole face as red as the ripest strawberry. “Y-y/n-i-i-shit—I’m s-so sorry, I’m s-sorry, I w-wasn’t, I wasn’t—I mean I was, but not like that—I’ll move out—I’ve disrespected you—I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me—I-I’ll-I’ll move out tomorrow-”

Beomgyu was genuinely crying. Actual tears, bottom lip wobbly and hiccuping so cutely. It was endearing and also amusing. This was all work in your favour.

“Beomgyu,” you interrupt his panicked ramblings, crossing your arms. “Relax. I’m not mad. Don’t you want me to touch you?”

He stops. Mouth agape.

“I…what.”

“Don’t you want me to fuck you? Wanna know what it actually feels like?”

Beomgyu blinks, not believing these are words coming out of your mouth. “A-are you serious? What—what about Soobin? Aren’t you guys dating?”

“No we’re not dating, we’re just partners. We had a little fight and he backed out on filming today. I need someone else.” You look beomgyu up and down, satisfied. “You’ll do.”

Beomgyu’s jaw drops, “Me??!!”

“Unless you don’t want to. Then that’s fine.”

Beomgyu shakes his head vehemently, still in shock that any of this is happening. How have you not kicked him out of the flat?! “N-no! No! I want to! I really want to!”

Beomgyu has never subbed before.

This was all terrifyingly new. He feels like a virgin all over again. Nervous, embarrassed, not sure what to do. But the second you shove him flat on the bed, rubbing him through his calvin klein underwear and messily making out with him, he gives into you just so, so, so easily, instantly melting at your small touch and the neediest sounds he’s ever heard from himself before, that he tries so hard to suppress, but ultimately leave his mouth, humiliatingly high. He still can’t believe any of this is even real right now.

Beomgyu breaks from the kiss reluctantly, eyes half lidded and his lips swollen and sticky from your lip gloss, whole body heated up, whimpering as you still grind your palm on his clothed dick and he grasps tightly onto the fabric of your top, “Ah…don’t want you to go soft on me…” beomgyu looks into your eyes so sincerely, so earnestly, so serious with his big brown eyes, “Please…want you to be mean to me, want you to use me. I can take it all….Wanna be better than soobin. I can.”

You giggle at him, cocking an eyebrow, “You want me to be mean?”

Beomgyu nods quickly, “Please….”

“You think you can take it?”

“Yeah, yeah…I can.”

You lean in, pressing your lips just beside his ear, breath hot as he closes his eyes, nervously. “But you already look so gone, gyu.”

Beomgyu whimpers and shakes his head, skin prickling up at that. “No! I-I’m not. I swear.”

“Prove it to me then.” You challenge, grinning.

He watches as you grab your phone, propping it up and pressing record, then you slid your panties down, taking them off, hearing beomgyu’s breath catch audibly in his throat. You grin as you make your way to his body, hovering over beomgyu’s face. His pupils dilate so wide and then he stares up at your pretty pussy in awe, seemingly entranced, lips slightly parted and he just looks so incredibly dumb it’s cute.

You slowly lovee yourself onto his face, smothering him with your pussy and beomgyu wastes absolutely no time, gripping onto the plush of your thighs hard and already diving in, eagerly lapping at your pussy like a starved puppy, getting to work, concentrating so hard on eating you out, shuddering and shakily trying to keep it together but he’s falling apart already.

The sounds over the room are so obscene and nasty as beomgyu slurps and sucks and basically makes out with your pussy sloppily, his beautifully sculpted nose bumping against your clit and you have to admit, beomgyu is pretty damn good at this. Soobin is usually so careful, so shy and slow at eating you out but beomgyu is the complete opposite, licking at your pussy so fervently, so messy, so diligently as if it was his only purpose in life.

“Gosh, gyu.” You sigh out, running your fingers through his hair, “So you were getting off to my videos this whole time? You’re really the nastiest pervert I know.” Beomgyu just whines and cries out muffled pitifully beneath you, the sound vibrating straight to your core. “Stick your tongue out for me.”

He obeys instantly, sticking his tongue out for you like a panting dog and you begin to ride his face harshly. “You have such a ridable face, gyu. Should I ride your face all the time?” Beomgyu moans whorishly loud into your cunt in response to that, attempting to nod. You’re just completely using his face now, roughly gripping his hair and savagely grinding yourself on him, literally suffocating him with your pussy but beomgyu loves it, he loves that you’re finally roughing him up, loves that he finally gets to see this side of you too.

His poor dick is all leaky and flushed, throbbing as he humps the air desperately, wanting to feel some sort of friction to try and relieve himself just a little but he ruts into nothing, whining sorrowfully into your cunt.

He begins to choke slightly underneath you from the lack of air but he doesn’t try to get you off him at all, taking it all, just his shiny teary puppy eyes staring up at you.

“Yeah, that’s it. I’m cumming, gyu. Such a good boy for me.” You shudder, tugging on his hair harder, riding his face impossibly deeper and finally cumming all on his pretty face. Beomgyu splutters and chokes but at the sound of your praise, and you calling him a good boy, he blushes and malfunctions, brain short circuiting. A good boy…he’s spiralling. It sounds so good coming out of your mouth. He never knew he wanted to be called a good boy so bad. His hips jerk wildly, like the praise alone had nearly made him cum too.

When you finally lifted yourself off his face, beomgyu gasps out for air, breathing in and out and taking in deep shaky breaths. His swollen plump lips, chin, nose, the whole of his lower face completely drenched and soaked, glistening in your juices.

“Holy shit...” Beomgyu licks his lips and around his mouth, savouring the taste of you, looking so completely blissed out, dazedly smiling so stupid and dopey and so content with his life.

You can’t help but laugh and scoff at the ridiculous look on his face. You take your phone once again and move further down on his body, straddling his hips, pinning his wrists down beside his head on the pillow. You bring your phone to his face, angling the camera and filming him. He suddenly gets camera shy and embarrassed, self conscious, realising, really realising that this was all being filmed, that it’s his expression being filmed now and not soobin’s, that everyone can see him reduced to this state for you. Isn’t that embarrassing for a man?

He turns his face, trying to hide in the crook of his arm, cheeks red with shame. You giggle, amused. “Oh, so now you’re shy?” You coo and tug his arm away gently, exposing his face again. His blush impossibly deepens.

But he can’t seem to care at all once you start sliding on his wet dick and he takes a sharp intake, shivering and squirming at the feeling, eyes rolling, “s-sshit!” Beomgyu shuts his eyes in pleasure, eyelashes fluttering obnoxiously prettily. This is all so surreal still. You meanly laugh at the look on his face, shoving the phone more in his face, moving his cock against your folds up and down.

“Oh,” Beomgyu breathes out as you unceremoniously sink down on him in one go, “Oh, fuck—” His eyes literally go cross eyed at the feeling of being inside your pussy. You swivel your hips around him and he gasps for air, his back arching tensely and then you begin to ride him. He turns into even more of a melted puddle, brain completely slushed, in complete ecstasy. For a second, he attempts to suppress his moans again but then realises he’s doesn’t give a fuck at all and starts moaning out shamelessly so loud.

“Is this better than watching me online? Hm? Better than how you fantasised every night?” You bounce on his dick, unrelentingly.

"Mmmggh. ‘Sso good…pussy so good. Better than i everr ‘maginedd.” Beomgyu slurs, mouth hanging open and so fucked out, drooling all over himself.

You chuckle lowly, “Open your mouth.”

He does so, mindlessly, just looking up at you with his sparkly round eyes. You lean down, grabbing his jaw, tilting his face up and using your thumb to softly trace over his delicious bottom lip, wiping away some of the drool that was dribbling at the corner of his mouth. You bring yourself closer, spitting in his mouth and landing on his waiting tongue. He moans like he was being fed something divine, sticking his tongue back in, closing his mouth and pliantly swallowing, his sharp adam’s apple bobbing, then he sticks his tongue out like a slut again, asking for more. You shake your head and laugh breathlessly, aroused at how hot he looks. You spit into his mouth once again, kissing him roughly right after, swirling your tongue and sharing your spit and saliva messily with him. Beomgyu just moans into your mouth more, bucking his hips and meeting your movements needily, swallowing once you stop kissing him.

You fuck him frantically and unforgiving, throwing your phone off to the side so you can properly ride him, pinning both his wrists as his head lolls and moves with every violent bounce.

“Please…can I cum?” Beomgyu chokes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head, he’s surprised he’s even gotten this far without blowing his load.

You give him a disappointed look and tsk, “Already? But I thought you said you could take it or was that all just talk? The real thing too much for you?” You mock him, tilting your head down at him.

“Please, I c-can’t take it anymore.” He looks up at you with his pretty doe, puppy dog eyes, pouting at you in despair, long lashes fluttering to get you to give into to him, you get lost in those eyes and, for a split second, you almost do, but then you furrow your brows at him.

“Yes you can. You can hold it for longer.” You tell him sternly.

“A-at least slow down then, pleaseee!” Beomgyu pleads.

You scoff, “No.”

He whines but doesn’t do anything else, hands bunched into tight fists to try and staunch his orgasm off, fighting with his own body for you. He doesn’t want to make you disappointed even more, he’s being such a bad sub and he’s so upset at himself.

You just go faster in spite of him, even sadistically clenching tightly around his dick from time to time and he loses his mind, fearfully moaning like a bitch now, nearing his breaking point, his messy damp bangs falling into his eyes that he can’t see anything, just scrambling to keep himself from cumming and biting his lip so hard it hurts. He can be good he can be good he can be good he can be good-

You feel him twitching inside you and then he cums, whole body convulsing, spurting his load inside your pussy. It hits him so hard, that for a moment his mind goes blank. It feels too good, he forgets for a second, losing himself in the pleasure and going limp, eyes fluttering closed and sighing out as if he’s floating.

But then he remembers.

He jolts upright with, eyes flying open wide, face full of alarm. His breath catches and he stares at you in shock, wide eyed, as if only just realising now what he's done.

"Oh god. Oh god, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry!." Beomgyu freaks out, panicked and nervous, stuttering out apologies, just as surprised about his orgasm as you were. "I-i didn't mean to! I s-swear-" Beomgyu cries in humiliation. He swears he’s never prematurely came like that. He’s never came that fast before. It’s just because it’s you. He’s never felt anything like this before. It’s too much.

You slap him across his face and he gasps, bringing his hand to his now stinging, reddened cheek, looking up at you with shocked teary eyes. “Did you just cum in me?!” You say in disbelief and fury at him. But his dick twitches inside you again at the slap and the scolding. He can’t believe he actually just made you angry. He’s never seen you this angry, never seen you look at him this way and it’s so hot.

You expected him to look at you like a sad little puppy getting told off but he just looks so excited. “Did you seriously get turned on from me slapping you? You like this?” You slap him across his other cheek, his face turning to the side in the pillow and he looks so sexy. Then he nods happily, eagerly, lips parted around a soft moan that he doesn't even try to hide. “Wow. You’re not good for anything but being a pervert, aren’t you? So much for proving yourself better than soobin.” You slap him again.

That makes his expression fall, hurt splashing on his face. “No I can. Please cum on my dick. I-i can take it.” He looks like he’s about to cry because he disappointed you, and also because he hates soobin and so desperately wants to be the one you use. Hopefully you’ll use him more after this, and get rid of soobin for good.

“You couldnt even take it before.” You sneer.

He looks at you with his lips heavily downturned it’s comical. “No I can take it this time. Use me. Please. I’m your toy.” His eyes go half lidded just thinking about it, licking his lips, hips bucking involuntarily inside of you at the thought.

So you grab his shoulders, starting to move on his dick again and he winces from the overstimulation, you lift yourself off and slam back down, bouncing on him faster and faster as he writhes and you dig your nails into his shoulder hard, his doll lashes clumped together with tears.

You fuck the life out of him, hips slamming down without mercy, pace rough and so cruel, and all he can do is just emit the most garbled moans and sounds, throwing his head back, taking whatever you give him, so deliriously far gone by now. He loves this so much, loves you wrecking him, loves you fucking him, it feels so good to just let you do whatever with him.

You bring one of your hands to rub at your clit to get you to reach your high and bring your other hand to flick at beomgyu’s nipple. The reaction is instant, his whole body jerking. He’d already recently discovered how sensitive his nipples really are but for some reason you touching them made them 10x more sensitive and it just felt too good, his cries accelerating and elevating in pitch, strangled moans leaving him like a girl.

One last look at the fucked out boy underneath you and you cum around his poor cock, clenching down hard, squeezing every drop of sanity out of his poor body.

“You can cum, puppy.” You tell him sweetly, cupping his cheek, seeing how he was trying so hard not to for you, waiting for you to tell him, and with a sinful cry and hearing the pet name come out your mouth that flusters him greatly, beomgyu cums inside you once more, shooting copious amounts into you. His whole body lifts off the bed in one final arch, eyes rolling back completely, mouth slack, tears streaking down his cheeks, lips trembling as he moans your name over and over again.

You find your phone and make sure to film his gorgeous, ruined face as he orgasms hard. He lays there in a complete daze. Mind gone. Collapsing. Beomgyu thinks it’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever had in his life, feeling like he’s going to pass out, his vision swimming, feeling euphoric. And he needs a while to finally come back down to earth.

After the sex, you’re reverted back to your normal, how beomgyu would say it, ‘timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate’ self, saying so much praises to beomgyu, wiping him off, kissing him.

Beomgyu hugs you tightly, arms wrapping around your waist with the intention of not letting go any time soon. His head burrows into your neck, face flushed and sticky against your skin as you run your fingers through his hair.

“I never knew you were like this…” beomgyu mumbles into your skin, sleepily.

You giggle, “I never knew you were like this either.” You raise a brow at him and he blushes, embarrassed, hiding his face in your neck, making you laugh and he hits you playfully. “Why?” You tease, Do you like it more?”

“I like every part of you.” Beomgyu kisses your neck, smiling.

Soobin saw the notification whilst laying in bed, clicking on it. He watches the recently uploaded video, bitterly. It was beomgyu. His hands clench tightly, annoyed, pissed off, especially at seeing how many likes it got, more than usual, feeling his heart break into two, chest aching. You didn’t even ask him how he felt about it.

He’d backed out of filming that day, told you he didn’t feel like it, which was true but he obviously didn’t tell you the reason why. He’d been thinking about you all day and just felt if he filmed with you that day, he’d feel even more like shit, that his heart wouldn’t be able to take it. He didn’t think you’d go to him.

He’d always had this inkling about beomgyu, always something off about that dude. Too obvious. Soobin had picked up on it instantly. That barely concealed crush he tried to pass off as casual friendliness. He'd always felt slightly threatened by him. When you know someone could take something from you without even realising. But you’d said he was just your flatmate. Clearly that wasn’t it anymore.

He’d known from the start what this was. He told himself he was fine with it, in fact, he was the one who had suggested it, being used, being filmed, being close to you in some way, because at least it was something. And he liked being that. Liked that he got to see parts of you no one else did. It made him feel special.

But now beomgyu had that too. And he wasn’t sure whether he’d have to share you now, or if you’d totally discard him.

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