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babymochibear · 5 days

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𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘕𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘔𝘦, 𝘔𝘺 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘛𝘰 𝘙𝘢𝘤𝘦

Part 2. | Soobin Vers. | Yeonjun Vers.

Summary:

You and Beomgyu never got along, if anything, you would call each other your number-one arch-nemesis. You two were known for being rivals, your reputations preceding the both of you regardless of how large your University is. One faithful day you're paired for a lab in your Intro to Biology class. Out of nowhere, Beomgyu’s relentless bickering has turned into flirting. You wonder why he’s acting this way all of a sudden, always gravitating toward you. It’s as if he’s being controlled by a Voodoo Doll.

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c.bg. x reader, enemies to lovers, mean!gyu, mean!reader, wolfcut!gyu, nonidol!au, beomgyu and reader are like cat and dog (hehe), reader is in denial af, reader is a tease and doesn't know it

smut mdni

warnings: bigdick!gyu, dom!gyu, sub!reader, edging, pet names, unprotected sex, cream pie, choking, cum eating, fingering, thigh riding, spanking (f. receiving), semi-public sex, they have sex in a lab????. (if I’ve missed anything let me know).

Wordcount: 3701+ (I was proofreading and ended up adding more lol so now it's 4181 words 🤭)

Note:

This is my first time publishing original work on this account. I haven’t written smut for a very long time, so let’s be kind :]!!! Reblogs are very much appreciated! As a fellow 5sos stan to Moa, I hope you guys enjoy <3 Please don’t translate, copy, or post my work to other social media platforms.

“Well look who we have here.” Your ears perk up as a familiar voice enters your hearing range. Naturally, your eyes roll in annoyance, already able to identify who is walking up from behind you.

“Beomgyu…” You turn around, your teeth gritting as you say his name. He grins from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat. His eyes shift to your left, seeing that there was an open seat next to you. He slides into the seat, giddy with excitement knowing that he has a full two hours' worth of time to annoy you. You groan as your hands run through your hair, realizing that this so-called GPA booster of a class is now going to be the hardest one you’ll be taking this semester. Knowing Beomgyu, he was going to one-up you in every single thing related to this class, your rivalry never seemed to take a break, not for anyone. Especially not for the two of you.

“What do you want now Beomgyu? You don’t even need to take this class.” His smug grin still hasn’t left his face as he turns to face you.

“I don’t know…-” He ponders, “just thought it would be fun, you know how much I love science, especially biology.” Beomgyu’s eyebrows wiggle and you roll your eyes for what feels like the umpteenth time since he has arrived. Defeated, you sighed, forwarding your attention to the professor who was ready to start the class.

𖧷. ﾟ⊹ 。𖧷. ﾟ⊹ 。i don’t know how you kept me up all night

The next day you walk into class already dreading what’s to come. Beomgyu already sitting cheerfully in the same spot as yesterday. You take this opportunity to change seats, mentally celebrating seeing an open spot closer to the front. You rejoice at your new-found desk and somehow, as if on queue you hear the scrape of a chair loudly behind you. You feel the presence of someone taking a seat beside you. You close your eyes more infuriated than ever, you already know who decided to switch from their original spot. Your eyes are still closed, trying not to send hellfire Beomgyu’s way, then you feel his breath suddenly tickle your ear.

“Thought you could escape me, y/n?” Leaning forward, whispering in your ear only for you to hear. A shiver runs down your spine, and your ears turn red, from anger or embarrassment. At this moment you couldn’t tell. There was a foreign feeling brewing inside you that you did not want to acknowledge. Instead, you decided to finally answer Beomgyu.

“Beomgyu, for the love of god, when are you going to let me have an ounce of peace?” Sighing defeatedly, staring straight at the board, not wanting to look at him.

“What? Is it a crime that I want to sit beside you in this class?” He asks, faux innocence painting his face. You turn to him, seething with annoyance. If you weren’t in public you would smack the cocky smirk right off his face. The way his long hair perfectly fell, framing his face beautifully always pissed you off. The white highlights contrast his pitch-black hair and his broad shoulders turning to you. If Beomgyu wasn’t your number one arch-nemesis, you wouldn’t disagree with the fact that he's attractive. His large hands spun the pencil he was holding, still looking at you like he had won the argument.

“Yes, actually it is a crime. So go back to where you were before.” You tell him, not wanting to play into his game of cat and mouse. Trying to cut the conversation short, you start pulling out your notebook ready to start class. Beomgyu doesn’t seem to budge though, mimicking your actions. You decided once again to just ignore his presence, knowing that this class is your gateway to getting a 4.0 GPA.

Students trickled in little by little and it was too early for you to lose any more brain cells talking to the menace beside you. Your professor begins to drone on about your next lab, highlighting that you will be put in sets of partners for a presentation on god knows what. Concentration wavers as Beomgyu decides to annoy you even further by pushing his eraser bits onto your side of the desk. In an attempt to retaliate, you mimic his actions pushing his eraser bits back to his side. Then if things couldn’t have gotten worse, as if satan was personally out to get you, your professor announces how the partners are determined.

“Please if everyone could partner up with their desk mate, it would be a perfect way to get to know each other this semester!” You halt your mission of giving back Beomgyu's stupid eraser bits and turn to him with fury behind your eyes. He turns to you simultaneously, throwing his head back, laughing in your face. He knows what he’s doing and you can’t help but naively fall into his trap every single time.

“You better not drag me down in this class, I swear to god Beomgyu.” The fire in your eyes intensifies and Beomgyu fakes a scared expression on his face. His face moves closer to taunt you.

“Or what y/n? Are you gonna tell on me?” His eyes raking your face, his goofy smile long gone, matching your expression.

“Don’t be so rigid, you know I care about my grades too.” Beomgyu fights back, his eyes rolling as he turns to scribble more notes on this paper. You observe him for a second longer than usual before turning back to the notes. Huffing with irritation accepting the fact that Beomgyu won once again.

Beomgyu: 1, Y/n: 0.

The class had felt like an eternity finally came to an end. The sun shone high through the large windows indicating that its almost noon. You begin to hurriedly pack up your things, wanting to leave as soon as possible. A large hand pauses your actions and you look up at Beomgyu with confusion. His face is unreadable as he towers over you. He always knew how to make you feel small next to him.

“Meet me here later so we can get started on our project. ten p.m.” That is all he says before he walks away, not bothering to look back. You heave a heavy sigh, not being able to keep up with Beomgyu’s random waves of hot and cold behaviour. ten p.m. is such a random time to start on a project, you thought, but you didn’t want to protest knowing this may be the only way that this project would come out decent.

𖧷. ﾟ⊹ 。𖧷. ﾟ⊹ 。 i don’t even like you, why’d you want to go and make me feel this way?

Ten p.m. rolls around faster than you anticipated and now you're sitting outside the lecture hall waiting for Beomgyu’s arrival. Footsteps start to faintly echo the hallway, getting louder as they approach you. You look up from your phone seeing Beomgyu walk towards you with his skateboard in one hand and a book bag across his shoulder. His baggy clothes somehow suited him perfectly, and the moonlight shining through the window causes him to look more handsome than usual. For the first time, your heart races at the sight of him, and you mentally shake yourself out of your trance.

“Sorry I’m late, the guys convinced me to head to the skate park with them for a bit.” He scratched the back of his neck, genuinely feeling sorry for making you wait. Your eyes widen trying to think back to the last time you heard Beomgyu apologize. You stand up and shrug, dusting yourself off before heading inside the classroom. He eyes you up and down taking notice of your outfit change. The tight crop top hugs your every curve and your skirt giving a full display of your plush thighs. Beomgyu gulps but not loud enough for you to notice. He checks you out silently as you turn your back toward him.

“It’s fine, let’s just get this project over and done with, I have like a million other things that I need to catch up on.” You respond nonchalantly, taking a seat at a random desk and preparing to pull out your laptop.

“Why did you want to meet me for our project so late anyway?” You continue, asking him out of curiosity. He sits next to you and shrugs his shoulders, not paying attention to you. Or trying hard not to pay attention to you? You wouldn’t know, of course.

“Dunno, I had a bunch of other shit I needed to get done first, this was the only time that worked,” Beomgyu concludes, not wanting to further elaborate.

“Ok, how about we just start then? The faster we finish the sooner we can get home.” You huff, annoyed that for once he isn’t his usual light-hearted annoying self. This is the first time you’ve seen Beomgyu not instigate an argument between you two. Maybe he was serious about getting a good grade on this project, you thought. Whatever it was, you decided to ignore it and finally start on the damned thing.

Finally, Beomgyu decides to break the silence. His body turns in his chair, facing towards you, eyes piercing. You turn to do the same and notice the way he begins to look you up and down slowly. What has gotten into him? You thought. Unconsciously you shuffle a bit in your chair and your skirt unintentionally hikes up your bare thighs. Beomgyus's eyes drift down to your legs seeing the way the skirt lamely attempted to cover you.

“Yknow y/n, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you wore that skirt on purpose.” His voice drops an octave lower and your eye widen. You shook your head in protest, your mouth feeling like a ball of cotton. Beomgyu chuckles, his gaze still firmly on you. Your hands break into a sweat, and now you’re thoroughly confused. What the hell is up with him, you wonder.

“I don’t even like you y/n and yet you’re making me feel this way.” He leans in, your faces aren’t more than a few inches apart. You can feel his breath graze over you. Mentally you scream at yourself. Why aren’t you pushing him away? Why aren’t you telling him that he’s wrong and being weird? Instead here you are drinking in all his features. This is the first time you’ve seen Beomgyu so up close and holy shit he’s so attractive.

Before you could even recognize your actions, you feel yourself lean in closer. His eyes fall to your lips and back up at you. It felt like time had slowed and the only people that existed on this earth were you and your stupid arch-nemesis.

“Beomgyu…” you trail off, not knowing how you were going to finish your sentence. Your eyes copy Beomgyu’s and they look down at his soft lips. They looked so pink and delectable at that moment.

“Y/n just shut up for one second.” He says, grunting as he grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss. You whimper, the sudden action of him kissing you harshly catches you off guard. Before you know it your melting into the kiss letting his hands move down to your waist…then underneath your top. His touch feels like electricity and he holds your bare waist. Catching your breath you pull away from the kiss, heaving you notice the way he’s looking at you. His eyes half-lidded and adorned with lust, he takes your hand and pulls you onto his lap. You lean back in to kiss him again. Your thighs straddle his lap as his hands slowly find their way under your skirt. He groans into the kiss as he realizes you aren't wearing anything underneath. He massages your ass as you continue to make out with him.

“Fuck you y/n. Why aren’t you wearing anything underneath?” he pulls away looking at you. All you can do is giggle and lean back in for more. The kiss seems to deepen the more time goes on and his tongue is tangling with yours. He takes the opportunity to slap your ass, you jolt at the burning sensation but moan into the kiss, wiggling your hips onto him as you feel him growing harder underneath you. Beomgyu’s grip on your thighs tighten as he pressed your now soaking core against his clothed length. You begin to move your hips even more, wanting to increase the friction.

“You’re being very bad y/n…” Beomgyu whispers in your ear as you hide your face in the crook of his neck while continuing to rock your hips. You moan in response. The euphoric feeling is gone abruptly and you look up at him and pout at the sudden loss of sensation. He has a tight grip on your hips once again making sure you aren’t able to grind yourself against him.

“Why’d you stop me?” You look at him with lust and desperation, a pout settling onto your lips. His smirk finally makes an appearance as he drinks in the flush on your cheeks as well as the cute pout your lips formed. He slaps your ass sharply once again causing you to yelp.

“Because you’re being a bad girl. Teasing me with your short skirt and not even wearing anything underneath. You’re secretly a little slut, aren’t you y/n?” He spits, staring at you waiting for you to answer. You nod slowly, feeling the wetness pooling at your core.

“Answer me properly or I’ll leave you here all hot and bothered.” He threatens, leaning back, removing his hands from your body making you whimper at the loss of contact.

“Yes, I am,” you say shyly, averting his gaze. His hand roughly takes your face into his hand, pinching your cheeks between his thumb and fingers. Your eyebrows scrunch at his harsh grip but it still leaves you more turned on than ever.

“Say it properly, love, or I’m not giving you what you want,” he pressures, your face still in his hands as he moves your face back and forth.

“Yes Gyu, I’m a slut. Please let me keep going, please.” You whine and beg, your hips attempting to wiggle against him. Your cunt clenching around nothing, trying to find a source of relief.

“Good girl.” His smug smirk still stuck on his face. He moves you over to his thigh, your bare pussy rubbing against his rough jeans. He moves his leg up and down as you grind against him. He pulls you back into a heated kiss, not being able to get enough of the way you taste against his tongue. He gets even harder thinking of what you would taste like if he were to eat you out. Your breathing becomes erratic and you speed up your movements already starting to feel yourself getting closer to release.

“G-gyu I’m gonna-” you stutter, trying harder to chase your high. In a blink of an eye, it’s gone. Beomgyu pulls you off his lap and you whine, feeling unsatisfied.

“Don't worry love, you’ll get to cum soon.” he chuckles, relishing in how needy you’re getting. He lifts you onto the desk and places himself in between your thighs, connecting your lips with his once again. You moan into his lips as you feel him move past your skirt once again, his fingers gather your wetness before plunging in. You pull away from his lips to moan, a string of saliva still connecting the both of you. His fingers curl inside your warmth hitting the spongy spot inside you. It causes you to lean into his chest, your moans and the sound of his fingers squelching inside are the only things to be heard inside the room.

“You wanna cum so badly don’t you princess?” Beomgyu chides, thoroughly enjoying how obedient you get when he's pleasuring you. You moan in response, nodding your head. The feeling of his fingers hitting that perfect spot left you speechless.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you.” He demands. “Or I’m taking my fingers out.” he threatens as you feel him slowly starting to pull out.

“Y-yes, I wanna cum so bad, please I need it. I need you Beomgyu.” You lift your head, biting your lips and he groans at the fucked out expression that adorns your cute face.

“What do you need love?” He pushes in further, trying to get a certain response out of you. You whine again, moving your hips to try and imitate the feeling of how Beomgyu's fingers were thrusting into you moments ago. He tsks, removing his hand from your sopping cunt. You give up on whatever shred of dignity you had left. The urge to cum was starting to get harder to ignore after Beomgyu had edged you twice already.

“Need your cock gyu, please. I want you inside me.” You beg, finally answering him properly.

“That's all you needed to tell me, love. I’m all yours.” the smug look on his face never left. He kisses you again, not being able to get enough of the way your lips feel on his. The way your chest brushes against his. His dick feels like it was about to explode, this very scenario being something he thought would only happen in his wildest dreams. He wanted to take his time and feel every crevice of your body instead of admiring from afar. His lips slowly make their way down your neck and you move to give him better access. A content sigh leaves your lips as his hands trail down to the end of your top. You pull away to remove it and he's left to look at how good you look shirtless. He dives back into kissing your neck, his hands moving to grab a handful of your breasts. Beomgyu happily kneads them, thankful that you’re not wearing a bra. You let a moan as he plays with your nipples, continuing to leave marks on your neck and over your breasts.

As if it's been an eternity later he allows you to take off his shirt and unbutton his jeans. They pool to his ankles along with his boxers. You look down and a tiny gasp leaves your lips as you realize how big he is. Now you’re left wondering how he’s going to fit all of that inside you.

“Don't worry love, I can make it fit,” he says not so reassuringly. You nod, gulping in response knowing you probably aren’t going to be able to walk the next day. He leans you back on the desk, and your back hits the cold wood. He roughly yanks your legs, causing you to yelp. Your lower half is now flush with his, your thighs locked in his iron grip. You can feel his dick against your pussy, bumping into your folds slightly but not enough to satisfy you. You try to move your hips to indicate you want him inside you. Beomgyu shakes his head, the smirk dancing across his lips once again.

“What did I tell you about patience?” he scolds you. Finally, he rubs himself up and down your slit lubricating himself, his cock painfully hard. He pushes past your entrances, and you both moan in relief finally able to feel each other. His cock splits you in half and it stings almost immediately. Your vision blurs from the pain mixed with pleasure. Beomgyu doesn’t give you time to adjust to the newfound sensation, he begins to thrust into you steadily. His head falls back not being able to get enough of your plush walls. Your moaning not being able to drown out the lewd sounds of Beomgyu's cock fucking you in the most perfect way. You clench around him and Beomgyu looks down to watch himself slide in and out of you. It's like he's in a trance, drunk off the feeling of your pussy swallowing him whole. You can't help but tighten your legs around his waist pulling him in as close as you can.

“Holy fuck you're so tight baby, this is just for me, isn’t it? I’m the only one who can get you this wet?” Beomgyu groans, his thrusts starting to speed up. All you can do is moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the tip of his dick hits you at the perfect angle. His cock kisses your cervix with every thrust and you can feel his balls slap against you. You're a moaning mess under him, attempting and then failing to meet the ruthless snap of his hips. This is the first time you've been able to actually enjoy sex, even though the person who is currently fucking you is practically your enemy. If you had been told yesterday that you would experience the best sex of your life with Beomgyu, you would've doubled over in laughter. But now, you can't help but get excited thinking about the next time you'll be able to get under him like this.

“Y-yes Gyu! All for you, you fuck me so good. I-I’m so full.” you practically scream as he fills your cunt up to the hilt. His hands move your legs around his waist as he leans over slightly to wrap his hands around your neck. His thrusts somehow pick up even more speed and your eyesight starts to go splotchy. His cock is fucking you so deliciously and your head feels light with the way his hands are tightening around your neck. You feel like you’re about to ascend to heaven with the way he's fucking you right now. The years of bickering and frustration were all taken out with this one single fuck. And oh, does it feel good to let out all your frustrations.

Your hands are gripping his arms and you can feel yourself falling over the edge once again. The familiar sensation building up in your stomach. Beomgyus is groaning above you, savouring your tight cunt with every single thrust he’s taking.

“Beomgyu I’m gonna cum.” you manage to squeak out, his hands leaving your neck and are placed at your thighs.

“Cum for me darling. Fuck. I love your tight pussy. This is all for me. No one is going to be able to fuck you the way I do.” Beomgyu leans forward to whisper in your ear and all you can do is simply moan. Your head nods, not able to agree verbally. He brings his hand down to your clit thumbing circles into it, sending your climax into overdrive. Your vision turns white with pleasure. If you didn't know any better you would have thought you were experiencing some sort of wet dream. At last, you feel yourself finally let go and cum. The pleasure washes over you as you clench down on Beomgyu’s cock. He grunts, his thrusts starting to get sloppier as time passes. Finally, he lets out a whine, his cum filling you till it leaks past your entrance. This doesn’t stop him as he slowly starts sliding into you again, fucking his cum back up into you. You squirm under him feeling overstimulated after your orgasm. He stops and pulls out, looking down at you the lust still blazing in his eyes. You sit up slightly, your elbows holding you up. Beomgyu stares at you intensely drinking in the view of you laying in front of him. Your legs are slightly ajar, a full display of his cum running down your pussy and pooling onto the desk. The sight of you under him like this has the possibility of making him hard once again. He could fuck you for days if he was able to, your heat becoming his new favourite drug.

He takes his hand and shoves his fingers into your leaking cunt, collecting the mix of liquids still spilling from your hole. Removing them, he brings his fingers up to your mouth while parting your lips, shoving past them. You look up at him through your eyelashes, feigning innocence as you suck the cum off his fingers. He can't help but release a groan, his dick twitching eagerly once again. Now that he's had a taste of you, he's not going to let you go so easily.

You release his fingers with a pop, smiling up at him. Who knew the Choi Beomgyu would be the one to give you mind-blowing sex for the first time in your life.

“You’ve got to have a Voodoo doll or something because I just had the best fuck of my life.” He sighs before leaning back into you for another kiss.

Pulling away, he smirks at you.

“What am I going to do with you now y/n...” he chuckles. You look up at him once more, trying not to smile too hard. This seems to be just the beginning of your new arrangement with Beomgyu.

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babymochibear · 5 days

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𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧

Part 1. | Soobin Vers. | Yeonjun Vers.

Summary: After an eventful study session with Beomgyu, you thought things between you would turn out well. Instead he’s not to be seen for two weeks. Leaving you confused and feeling rejected.

Reposts are always appreciated/encouraged!! Tumblr works on reblogs not likes, Thank you for your support :)

Tags: enemies to lovers, jealous!beomgyu, jealous!reader, wolfcut!gyu, nonidol!au, university au, skater!gyu, fluff, angst, lots of arguing. (if i missed any warnings let me know)

Warnings: smut mdni! bigdick!gyu, dom!gyu, sub!reader, pet names, unprotected sex, cream pie, choking, oral (f.receiving), fingering, spanking (f. receiving), cockwarming, multiple orgasms, praising and degrading.

Wordcount: 5876

It’s been exactly two weeks since you had last seen Beomgyu. After the eventful study session for your project, he had seemed to have fallen off the face of the Earth. He hadn’t even been spotted at the local skate park. And one thing about Beomgyu was that he was always there. Always. Loitering and fooling around with his other skater friends. A part of you felt a twang of disappointment. Did he regret sleeping with you that one time? Even though there was a consensus that you both had enjoyed it?

You’re reading your textbook, each line blurring into a jumble of nonsense. It has been hard to focus because of the confusion Beomgyu seems to have caused. You’ve been silently searching for him around campus hoping that he would randomly turn up. He hasn’t even been attending your shared biology class. Not that he even needed to, Beomgyu was naturally smart, infuriatingly enough.

You groan in annoyance, all these thoughts about your last hook-up with the person you thought you hated have become a nuisance. You haven’t been able to think straight since then, especially knowing that you have no clue how Beomgyu had felt after everything happened. Your textbook is now propped up on the table, covering you as you run your hands through your hair. A small habit that seemed to have intensified these last few weeks.

Deciding to finally give up on your lousy attempt to finish your homework, you get up to put back the textbook into its rightful place. Mentally cursing Beomgyu for causing you to not be able to think properly.

Your chair lightly scrapes the floor as you stand up to head to the bookshelves. The library has been your new designated study area. Not only is it quiet enough to keep you busy, but it is also the only spot on campus that doesn’t remind you of him. The smell of all the old books gave you a sense of comfort and there was enough natural light to keep you from going crazy. You especially enjoyed the way the rain would hit the windows, leaving a pitter-patter sound that lulled you into a perfect rhythm to study.

As you walk to the biology section of the library a flash of black and white hair catches your attention. You stop in your tracks and your heart plummets to the floor in mere seconds. You turn to look and low and behold it's the last person you had expected to see in your little sanctuary. He’s currently pressed up against a random girl, caging her between his tall frame and the bookshelf. Their faces connected, obnoxiously making out in a secluded corner. His long hair was still the same as you remembered. Long, soft and perfectly framing his face. You couldn’t help but stand there partly in shock and partly in disappointment. He’s been here this whole time? Maybe he was ignoring you. You never wanted to admit it to yourself because of the feeling it gave you, but now it seems like the only reasonable explanation.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, they stop their makeout session and Beomgyu turns and sees you staring at the two of them. He looks shocked, almost as if he’s been caught. Your eyes widen, and a cold sweat runs down the back of your neck. He pulls himself out of her grasp and is in the process of shouting your name. Before he could advance any further you quickly turn around abandoning your textbook onto the closest shelf. Your mind running a million miles an hour, and your body responding before you could think properly. At this point, you’re practically sprinting out of the library, and your speed causes a few students to turn their heads to look at you. You couldn’t care less, you just want to get out of there.

Beomgyu must’ve lost track of you because he’s nowhere to be seen at this point. Your hands are on your knees, trying your best to catch your breath. Your daily study session at the library has now made an unexpected turn. Thinking back to what you witnessed makes your heart ache with confusion and a little bit of jealousy. Even though Beomgyu isn't yours and he can fuck anybody he wanted, you still feel a bit of sorrow. You presumed something had changed between you two after that day, but you didn’t expect it to be a negative one.

Sighing in defeat you decide that this would be the last time that you were going to think about the stupid boy and his stupid highlights. Whatever, he can do whatever the fuck he wants, you thought. Wanting to exchange the feelings of rejection for anger, you stomp back to your apartment not wanting to continue reliving the dreadful scene in your head

᭝ ܰ ៳ׄ 𓄳 ̤ “The picture burning in my brain, kissing in the rain.”

The following day you headed to your biology class as usual, except this time the usually empty seat next to yours is filled. The back of Beomgyu’s head burns into your vision. Instead of picking somewhere else to sit you decide to stop being a little bitch and sit in your usual spot. Taking a seat, you don’t even bother to glance at the boy sitting next to you. Instead, you focus all your attention on the front of the class, shifting uncomfortably in your seat every so often. Beomgyu doesn’t seem to be saying a word either, for the past hour he’s been jotting down notes seriously. In most cases, this would be a relief but because of the amount of tension between you, this produces more anger in you rather than content. Before you know it the class ends and you're left to pick up your things and head to the dining hall to get some lunch. That is until your ears perk up at someone calling your name from across the room.

“Hey Y/n! Wait up for me?” Someone running behind you asks. You turn to see that Soobin is taking long strides toward you, trying to get your attention. At the same time from the corner of your eye, you can see Beomgyu turn his head in curiosity.

You stop in your tracks to face Soobin, a sweet smile spreads across your face.

“Hi Soobin! To what do I owe the pleasure of speaking to you today?” You ask, genuinely curious.

This isn’t the first time you’ve interacted with the man, but it's rare. Rare enough that you are always shocked by how tall he is every time you have the chance to talk to him. His blond hair is slightly covering his eyes; you can’t help but notice how cute he looks in a pair of glasses.

“There's something that I wanted to ask you actually..” He scratches the back of his neck feeling nervous. You raise your eyebrows as you look at him, now you’re even more curious. What you don’t notice is Beomgyu trying to listen in on your conversation.

“Okay, what is it?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to the cafe across campus with me tonight?” He blurts out, a hue of red growing on his cheeks, the tips of his ears also a shade of pink in embarrassment. You let out a small laugh because of how endearing you find him.

“Sure! I’d love to, I'll meet you there at 7?” Finalizing your plans with him, and you finally feel good about yourself for the first time in two weeks.

You leave the lecture hall, failing to notice Beomgyu’s figure still standing by your shared desks. Too caught up in talking to Soobin to detect the energy of anger radiating off Beomgyu’s body. He can’t help but wonder if you had feelings for Soobin. What if you preferred Soobin over him? At this point you probably did, after all that he’s done. Even then, Beomgyu still felt like Soobin didn’t deserve your attention, not even a date to the cafe.

᭝ ܰ ៳ׄ 𓄳 ̤

Right at seven p.m. you enter the small cafe located across your campus. You felt excited to go on this date considering it's been a while since you entertained the thought of seeing someone romantically. Thoughts of Beomgyu slowly melted away whilst Soobin started to occupy a new spot in your mind. It gave you relief, constantly wondering about Beomgyu gave you an abnormal amount of stress. Tonight isn’t about him though, it’s about you and your time with Soobin.

The cafe was adorable. Decorations are carefully placed around the venue leaving a cute and comfortable vibe. Spotting Soobin sitting in a booth by the window, you call out his name and he looks up and smiles at you; showing off his dimples.

“Hey! Should we go and order our drinks?” Soobin asks you, he stands up to greet you with a hug. You lean into the hug and his warmth envelopes you. A sigh is drawn out of you, not being able to remember the last time you received such soft affection. You could get used to this, you thought. Soobin was homely, and he would never confuse you the way Beomgyu does.

“Yeah let’s go.” You smile, taking his hand and walking with him to the counter.

The both of you order your drinks taking a seat at the booth Soobin was previously sitting at before. A bell rings throughout the cafe, causing you to turn to see who walks in. Unfortunately, it's none other than Choi Beomgyu, who always seems to rain on your parade. You attempt to take your eyes off him but it’s like he's got you in a trance.

Beomgyu takes a brief look around the quiet cafe before he eventually ends up spotting you and Soobin sitting in the corner. A smirk already appears on his face, the mischievous look in his eyes emphasizes as he walks towards you two. Whatever he had planned, you already know it wasn’t going to be something you would enjoy.

“Soobin! Y/n! Fancy seeing you guys here” He feigns surprise already sitting into the seat beside you, lodging himself in the middle of your date.

“Hey Beomgyu!” Poor, kind, and naive Soobin greets him, not knowing Beomgyu’s plan just yet.

“What are you two doing here?” Beomgyu asks.

“Beomgyu. Soobin and I are on a date.” You finally speak up, not having the patience to deal with him. Rolling your eyes, you silently hope that this will cause Beomgyu to leave the two of you alone. The cafe was practically empty other than the worker behind the counter. This makes things even more awkward but Beomgyu doesn’t seem to have plans to leave any time soon. It’s almost as if he’s been cemented to the seat. Soobin looks at you confused, his eyebrows scrunching together cutely. You can't help but give him an apologetic smile.

“A date… Wow, Soobin I didn’t know you have a thing for little y/n over here.” Beomgyu laughs.

“Yeah, actually I do have a thing for her Beomgyu, and I would like to be on this date with her alone,” Soobin emphasizes.

Beomgyu’s mischievous smile only grows wider with Soobin's words. You feel dizzy as this conversation seemingly takes a negative turn.

“Oh my bad man, but I don’t think y/n feels the same way.”

“Why do you say that?” Soobin’s eyebrows quirk up wanting to know what Beomgyu has to say.

No No No No, you thought, you could already tell where this was going. Knowing Beomgyu he always has something up his sleeve. He always knew how to get under people's skin, especially yours. His way of manipulating the situation in his favour was something he was always good at. Why was he even doing all this now? You can’t help but wonder why he isn’t with the girl he was kissing yesterday. The fact that he could be doing anything else at this moment, but instead, he is ruining your date with Soobin. It's giving you whiplash, his actions never line up with one another. One day he was not speaking to you, not even anywhere to be seen on campus. Today he thinks he can ruin a perfectly fine date with someone who communicates interest in you.

“Beomgyu. Please leave.” You’re practically begging. You turn to him, the desperation in your eyes could be seen from miles away but Beomgyu just chooses to ignore it.

“Oh nothing important, just thought you should know y/n and I ended u-” Beomgyu was about to finish his sentence but you were quick to cut him off. You knew how that sentence was about to end but you didn’t want Soobin to judge you or see you in a negative light. Beomgyu is starting to get on your nerves now and your patience has always been on the thinner side.

“Don't listen to him..... I’m so sorry Soob but I’m going to have to cut this date short, but I’ll text you ok? I think I need to have a conversation with Beomgyu over here.” You’re rambling now, but you need to get Beomgyu away from Soobin as soon as possible. Soobin doesn’t seem to protest, still confused. You leave your date dumbfounded as you drag Beomgyu out of the cafe, fully prepared to give him hell for his actions.

Once you’re outside of the building and away from prying ears or eyes you begin your rant.

“Choi Beomgyu what the fuck were you thinking following me just to ruin my date? You leave for two weeks with no explanation. No call or text, you don't even show up to class for fucks sake!” Yelling at the top of your lungs, finally able to let out all the anger that's been pent up inside you these past few weeks.

“I’m sorry y/n but I can just sit here and watch you go on a date with him. He’s not right for you.”

“He's not right for me? Oh, that's rich coming from you, Beomgyu. If anything you’re not right for me. You fuck me, leave for 2 fucking weeks, and the next time I see you, you have your tongue shoved down someone else’s throat. But yeah, Soobin isn’t the right one for me. OK then.” You roll your eyes, sick of Beomgyus shit now, and not wanting to listen anymore.

You walk away from him, too tired to carry on with the argument. You already feel the tears starting to well up but you try your best not to let them fall. Beomgyu wasn’t worth your tears. If you didn’t know any better you would fully believe that he only exists to make you miserable. The cold air causes you to hug yourself as you walk away.

Out of nowhere, Beomgyu attempts to stop you, his large frame towering over you once again.

“Beomgyu I have nothing else to say to you so please let me leave,” You speak, gritting through your teeth; and not wanting to make eye contact with him. Your eyes are looking down at your feet.

“No,” Beomgyu states firmly.

“No?” Now you’re pissed and you look at him like you’re about to commit a serious offence.

“No y/n I’m not letting you go, so let me explain.” He’s pleading now, asking you to hear him out just this once.

You roll your eyes, the cold is nipping at your skin now. You’re starting to shiver and mentally cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket. You stay silent, not feeling up for a fight with him anymore. You gesture for him to go on and an expression of relief washes over his face. He takes a step closer to you with an expression ridden with guilt. You feel confused, this is probably the first time you’ve seen him look so sorrowful. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re still angry with him for barging in on you and Soobin's peaceful date. If you were smart enough you would turn around and go back inside the cafe. But you weren’t smart enough, your feet are firmly planted on the sidewalk. Beomgyu has always had a knack for suppressing your common sense.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you y/n. I don’t regret anything that happened that night, I just-” He stops mid-sentence, groaning with frustration. His cheeks are an obvious shade of pink and he can’t help but put his face in his hands.

Beomgyu was never one to be able to express his emotions; even just standing here in front of you has him jumbling up all his words. He can’t help but feel nervous when you’re looking up at him so innocently. Your eyes catching the light of the moon and your nose a soft hue of pink from the cold. You’re not even aware of the effect you have on him and it only intensified after he was able to get a taste of you. You mesmerize him in every way, your soft lips, the sounds of your moans while he's inside you. It’s too much for him.

“Go on..” You urge him to continue, getting more impatient by the minute.

“Y/n, I’m sorry I really am. I don't know what's gotten into me. I know I’ve been gone but I just couldn’t stop thinking about you after that night. I did everything to try and forget you. I even tried to hook up with someone else, but you’ve ruined me. You’ve ruined me for everyone else and I don’t want anyone else.” Beomgyus rambling, his eyes searching for a reaction but to him your expression is unreadable.

His words have your heart racing and you have no idea how to feel. I’ve ruined him? You thought to yourself. You couldn’t believe the words that are coming out of his mouth right now, and you feel the annoyance starting to trickle back in.

“Beomgyu, that still doesn’t give you the right to ignore me and try to ruin my date with Soobin.”

“I know, I know y/n, I just couldn’t help myself, the way he looks at you pisses me off so much and he doesn’t deserve you. No one does, you’re too good for anyone. Too good for me. But I want you, I want you and I can’t stand the thought of someone like Soobin being the one to fuck you every night. It should be me, not him.” His words are vulgar. You’re in shock now but you can feel the heat go straight to your legs. He’s staring at you with so much intensity that your resolve is starting to crumble. It’s too damn cold to be standing out here arguing with him. So you do what no sane person would think to do at this moment. You lean in and push your lips against his.

Beomgyu lets out a sound of surprise but ultimately reciprocates the kiss almost immediately. Soft lips move against his fluidly while you take the opportunity to comb your fingers through his hair. You loved his long hair and how soft it feels between your fingers. You can’t help but tug at it lightly, eliciting a groan to leave Beomgyu’s mouth. His hands are holding onto your waist so tight. The hold is suffocating in the most intoxicating way. His lips, the way he tastes against your tongue is addictive. This is what you’ve been missing these past few weeks and you want to make up for lost time.

“Beomgyu.” You’re pulling away from him, not missing the disappointed look on his face. He looks so angelic for someone who made you go through fifty different emotions in the span of an hour. He's looking at you with bedroom eyes, his hands raking up and down your waist, not wanting to let you go. The movement of his hands are causing your shirt to lift up slightly, teasingly brushing against your bare skin. “Take me home.”

᭝ ܰ ៳ׄ 𓄳 ̤ “when the lights go out, she’s all i ever think about”

The tension during the car ride is thick; while the music murmurs softly as Beomgyu drives towards your apartment. He is holding your thigh, running his hands up and down trying to soothe you. But it only arouses you even more, you’re practically counting down the seconds till you reach your place. You felt nervous even though this isn’t your first time being intimate with him, but these two weeks apart felt like an eternity.

Finally after the longest 10 minute drive of your life, you reach your destination. The street lights are dim and your neighbourhood is practically deserted. The only disturbance was the sound of the music playing from the car’s speakers, as well as the loud thumping of your own heartbeat. The moon is still high in the evening sky illuminating all that's below it. You’re starting to get antsy, your thoughts running a million miles per hour. All you can think about is wanting to feel Beomgyu inside you again.

Beomgyu gets out of the car walking over to the passenger side; he opens the door for you, taking your hand to guide you. This is probably the first time you’ve seen Beomgyu act so sweet. You mumble a thank you and smile softly to yourself. You could get used to this, you thought, hoping that this thing between you and Beomgyu is more than another hook-up.

He takes a hold of your hand without saying another word, his fingers interlocking with your own. You squeeze his hand lightly signalling that you like it. He looks at you and with a meek smile, he looks shy, probably anticipating what's going to happen next. You both find your way to the elevator and your hands are still intertwined, he doesn’t want to let you go ever again. If the car ride here felt like forever, the elevator ride up was tenfold. You squirm while the elevator takes its time going up each floor. Your heart still feels like it's about to explode; until you hear that fateful ding indicating you’ve made it to your floor.

Beomgyu is still holding your hand as you lead him to the front door of your apartment. You bend down slightly to put your code in, your stomach flips as you feel Beomgyu’s presence behind you. His breath fanning over the back of your neck; the proximity allows you to be engulfed in his scent. He smells sweet in the best way possible, it was intoxicating. You would want to be buried in his scent for as long as time allows.

The door opens with a click, the two of you still holding hands; you pull him past the doorway and kiss him with more passion and vigour than the last time. His hands fly to your waist taking off your coat. Rapidly both your shoes and Beomgyu’s jacket come off in the process of making your way to your room.

Your hand in his hair once again, tugging it just to hear the soft noises he makes as you do so. Suddenly, he has you against the door, his lips never leaving your skin. He's pressing hot kisses onto your neck making sure to leave marks where everyone could see. You let out soft sighs relishing in the feeling of him against you once again. Your hands are holding onto his biceps firmly, you know if you let go your legs would give out and you would fall to the floor. While you grip onto him his hands start to leave your waist moving towards the button on your jeans.

“I can’t get enough of you y/n.” Beomgyu whispers in your ear as he unbuttons your jeans. You can only keep kissing down his neck in response, nipping at his skin. Your pants fall to the floor and you're left in your lacy underwear. Beomgyu leaves your touch to take a good look at you, his eyes darkening with want. The prominent dick print on his jeans showing you how hard he is for you right now. The wetness between your legs is starting to become uncomfortable, now you're rubbing your thighs together to feel some sort of relief.

You can’t help but look down to take a peek at the bulge in Beomgyu’s pants. Feeling excited, you turn towards the bed while taking his hand. You lead him to the bed, pushing on his chest lightly so he falls back onto the mattress. He takes off the rest of his clothes, patting his lap motioning for you to come and take a seat. You do as he says and sit on him, straddling him between your legs. He leans on his elbows enjoying the view. He sucks in a breath as he watches you take off your shirt, not wearing a bra underneath.

Beomgyu’s head is dizzy with thoughts of you, his imagination causing his dick to pulse within his boxers. Seemingly he’s had enough of your little show, ready to pound you till you cry. He brings you in for a kiss once again, loving the feeling of your hands on him. He doesn’t want this to be the last time he gets to touch you. He wants you to be his forever if it was possible.

Your hand reaches down past his boxers and strokes his hard cock, rubbing the precum against his length to lubricate him. His grip on your waist tightens to the point that it will leave bruises, you don't care though. You love seeing how weak he gets when he is in your hands. He moans into the kiss, rutting his hips to stimulate the feeling even more. You keep kissing his face, his neck, anywhere you have access to. Your hand is still rubbing him up and down, he was so big that your hands looked tiny in comparison.

Beomgyu’s had enough with your teasing, he flips you so your back is laying flat on the bed, ripping your underwear off with ease. His actions elicit a moan to escape your lips. His kisses start at your face and he slowly lowers himself down your body. Stopping at your breasts, massaging one while his mouth is wrapped around the other. You're moaning at the feeling, gasping as he grazes his teeth lightly against your sensitive nipples. You're writhing beneath him and he's barely even touched you. Your head is spinning and Beomgyu doesn’t have any plans to stop pleasuring you.

Feeling satisfied with his work on your chest he finally situates himself between your legs. “Look at you, all wet already and I’ve barely even started.” He laughs into the heat of your glistening folds. You're whining at this point, gripping on to his hair again trying to get him to finally touch you. He immediately shuts you up by giving you a quick slap on your core. You yelp and he's laughing again, looking up at you from between your thighs. Glaring at him with your cheeks fully flushed.

“Beomgyu I swear to god if you-oh.” Your sentence is cut short because Beomgyu lays a flat long strip against your cunt. He's licking up all your juices, groaning at the sweet taste of you.

“Ah shit baby you taste so good” His groans are sending vibrations to you, leaving you moaning with your eyes squeezed shut with pleasure. He continues his ministrations licking you all up as if he's been starved for days. His nose is bumping into your clit and your hips are moving against his head trying to stimulate it even more. One of his hands is holding your hip down as the other is slithering its way to prod your entrance. You begin to see stars, the pleasure starting to become too much for you to handle. He inserts his long finger into your weeping pussy and the squelches of your wetness bounce off the walls alongside your moans. Your legs shake as they clench around Beomgyu’s head. Without a second thought he begins to suck your clit as his fingers are pumping in and out of you.

“Don't stop please baby, I'm about to cum.” You say breathlessly and Beomgyu takes this as a sign to work harder. His fingers go in and out of you faster; his tongue giving your clit kitten licks all at the same time. You feel a rush come over your whole body, you're lightheaded and deciding to finally let go. Your moaning his name over and over, he continues to finger you diligently letting you ride out your high.

“You’re so wet for me every single time, you only get like this for me don't you darling?” Beomgyu’s looking at you, all the while you're still trying to catch your breath from your orgasm. Beomgyu quickly shifts into a position where you and him are face to face, your legs now around his hips. You whine still feeling sensitive and he grabs you by the neck pushing your face closer to his. “Answer me properly y/n.”

“Yes its only for y-you, please Beomgyu I want you to fuck me.” You’re begging him and he laughs at you.

“Look at you. You’re crying ‘cause you want my cock that bad?” the grip tightens around your neck and you start to feel that familiar fuzzy feeling.

“Yes please please please, I want it so bad. I want your cock inside me please.” Your gasping, trying hard to speak properly with his hand still clasped around your neck.

“Good. No ones going to fuck you like I do. Not even Soobin.” He removes his hands from your neck letting one settle on your thigh, holding it up to wrap around his waist. Beomgyu’s actions are excruciatingly slow as he grabs his cock, lining it up with the entrance of your soaking cunt. A frustrated whine leaves your mouth and you're moving your hips to try and feel some sort of stimulation. Beomgyu slaps your thigh hard in response, leaving a red mark which rightfully shuts you up. His length is now rubbing up and down your folds, bumping into your clit ever so slightly.

Grabbing onto his biceps, your head lolls back. There's a moan bubbling up your throat and it's cut off abruptly by the feeling of Beomgyu shoving his entire cock inside you. Your soft moan has now turned into a high pitched scream. You can’t seem to get enough of his cock. The way it fills your walls deliciously; his dick kissing your cervix with every thrust so easily. You stare at him, your mouth agape. “Faster please Gyu, feels so good.”

Beomgyu doesn’t have to be told twice, his thrusts gaining speeds as he fucks you like he hasn’t felt your touch for a million years. The headboard is banging against the wall and the sound of skin slapping echoes around your room. He can’t help but admire the way you look underneath him. He thinks you look so pretty when you’re taking his cock so well. Happily thrusting into you, knowing that he’s here fucking you dumb instead of that loser Soobin. Beomgyu whole-heartedly believes that your pussy feels like it was made only for him, the tightness of your gummy walls sending him into overdrive.

The moans that leave your mouth as he slides in and out of you is like music to his ears. He slows his thrusts, moving your legs to place them against his shoulders, fucking you in a new angle. The new position has you moaning louder than before. Thrusting faster now-Beomgyu is hitting that angle inside you that drives you crazy. The wet sounds coming from him fucking you increases in volume, the feeling leaving you drooling and a hot mess under his touch.

“Gyu I’m gonna cum again please keep going.” breathlessly you can't help but beg for more. If it was possible you would ask Beomgyu to fuck you all night long.

You’re heat is clenching around him tighter with each long thrust that he takes. He loves to stare down in between you two, seeing him slide in out of you so easily. The white ring of your cum covering the hilt of his cock. It drives him absolutely insane. You drive him absolutely insane, and he knows for sure that he can’t let you leave.

“Your pussy is so fucking good baby, I wanna be inside you forever.” Beomgyu says, pushing your legs till they're folded against your chest. The position burns but the feeling of his cock inside you mixes with the pain. If you died tomorrow you would die a happy girl. You were practically in heaven with the way Beomgyu was fucking you right now. If it was possible you wouldn’t need anything else but his cock. “‘M gonna cum, lemme cum inside you please.”

You nod, looking at him with desperate eyes, not being able to speak. The pleasure is overtaking your senses and Beomgyu’s thrusts turn erratic. You clench around his cock, cumming for the second time tonight, and your own orgasm sends Beomgyu into his own. His hot seed fills you up till it starts to leak out of you. You love the feeling of his dick twitching inside you, and the way his cum makes you feel full. Beomgyu doesn’t remove himself from you, instead he kisses your forehead, his dick resting peacefully in your heat.

“You’re such a good little slut aren't you. Always taking me so well.” He mumbles, your legs now around his waist, his face buried into the side of your neck. He gives you kisses while running his hands up and down your thighs soothing you.

“I only want you Gyu, no one else. Not Soobin. You.” You’re reassuring him, jealous Beomgyu filling your mind now. Although you find it hot when he’s jealous, it was also scary to see how much he's capable of.

“Good. I only want you too.”

Your hands run through his hair, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head. He looks up at you, completely mesmerized by how beautiful you look after he fucked you so good. Beomgyu wants to be able to see you in this light more than just once, forever, if possible. The after sex glow and lightly flushed cheeks has his dick twitching inside you. Giggling, you clench around him to show that you’re up for another round.

“Dont you dare do that again, or im fucking you till you cant take any more of me.” He warns, his voice is low and his eyes are filled with the same aforementioned lust. You laugh at him and repeat the action. This is going to be a long night, you think to yourself. Fed up with your teasing, Beomgyu flips you over onto your stomach. Harshly inserting himself in you again, giving your ass a sharp slap.

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babymochibear · 5 days

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warnings. switch!beomgyu, idol!au, brief mention of choking

cant stop thinking about trainee!reader and idol!beomgyu, where gyu first introduces a fuck buddy relationship after sleeping with you one time, not aware that alone would be the sole reason his obsession and attachment manifests. just imagine dom gyu whos used to fucking with no strings attached due to the nature of his occupation and who thinks itll be the same with you until he feels bored enough to leave your messages on delivered. but idol!beomgyu who one day lets out his frustrations, too roughly and mean that when hes done and sees the hurt, the less than normal distance, gets some clarity to immediately melt into apologies, inspecting every inch of your body to be sure you’re okay.

beomgyu who for once, lets someone sleep in with him after sex all because of what he assumed was really bad guilty conscience. awkward as he attempts to scoot for some room, letting you cover your body under his blanket, just completely rigid as he stares at the ceiling with his hands to his sides like some soldier.

then…he does it again, he lets you sleep in, this time its because he’s tired and he can feel your exhaustion radiating off you. he’ll feel bad letting you walk all the way to your flat. but due to how frequent you get together, his arms feel more comfortable wrapping around your figure as you drift to sleep.

when he lets it happen the third time, it’s a problem.

you didn’t fuck, not even a quickie or a makeout session, just him, for whatever reason, asking you to cuddle. cuddle. “i’m stressed, with the comeback and all.” he mumbles lamely, biting down slightly on his lip, trying to convince himself as well.

“when you’re stressed… we fuck.” you say slowly, and skeptically.

just when hes about to backtrack and take it back you jump in his bed anyway, “whatever i’m not gonna refuse a good mattress.”

and then when you sleep with your face turned towards him, he feels like hes been sucked in, looking at every detail as if hes trying to have a picture in his head forever.

beomgyu who gets attached way too fast and way too quick that after the fourth time you‘ve fucked around and sees you flirting it up with soobin he absolutely loses it.

“i just got him a gift to congragulate him for landing the mc gig..why’re you acting like i murdered your entire bloodline?”

because thats what it feels like.

he inexplicably presses harder on your throat, shutting you up more by pressing his lips on yours, kissing and kissing till your lips were swollen, his brows furrowed deeply as you pathetically attempt to roll your hips into his. fucking you against the wall in a random artists’ green room, five minutes before a pre recording…hes fucking lost his mind.

god, he’s addicted.

imagine when your dynamic slowly flips, none of you are aware until you realize how often he follows you around like a puppy fan—you don’t think he was ever this clingy. beomgyu being the one who tries to meet up any chance available even paying you a visit secretly in the practice room at midnight, sneaking in snacks.

then its the sex— he’s more vocal, more sensitive when you touch him, moaning so loud you would have to clasp a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. his eyes glaze over at times when you praise him and holy shit what the fuck was up with choi beomgyu.

the beomgyu you met that one day, fucked at a random hotel, and quite literally introduced hard kinks almost immedietely nows in front of you, crumbling down to his knees with his glossy eyes peering up at you like you were a god, begging you to use his face to get off. ruin his makeup. ruin him, please.

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babymochibear · 5 days

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Just Friends

pairing: beomgyu x reader

summary: Just friends, just friends. That's all there is, all there's ever been but have you really ever been just friends?

warnings: gn reader, dom reader, sub beomgyu, thigh riding, handjob, lots of groping, car sex, mentions of masturbation, possibly more that i forgot

word count: 2.2k

a/n: writer's block is so real, i literal pulled this out of a sleep-deprived haze at 4 in the morning so feedback would be appreciated<3

Just friends. He tells himself over and over again.

Just friends. You tell yourself over and over again.

But friends don't do things like this on rainy nights in the back of your car. With your windows fogging up and the only light coming from a lone streetlight from the corner of the parking lot.

Friends don't clutch his hips, grinding him down against your thigh. Friends don't pant heavily at the feeling of his fingernails digging deep into the skin of your shoulders almost hard enough to draw blood.

At least they shouldn't.

But maybe you and Beomgyu have never really been 'just friends'.

"God," but it's never gone this far before. "Don't stop, please, don't stop!"

Sure there's been teasing touches and lingering looks, meaningful conversations that maybe meant more than either of you had wanted to admit.

But you hadn't expected it to go this far.

To have him clinging to you. To have his lips all over your neck and your hands all in his hair.

To have his pants discarded somewhere in the back along with his boxers in your haste...

To have his dick rubbing against the rough material of your jeans. To have him sobbing into your ear to not stop, to never stop, that he'll die without your touch.

You suppose your best friend has always been a touch dramatic.

If you could even call him that anymore-your best friend.

"Don't worry baby," every nerve ending in his body feels like it's on fire. His ears feel like they're ringing, replaying your words over and over like a broken record. "I won't."

It feels so good, it hurts so bad.

Tears stream down his face from both-from everything. From you calling him baby like he's yours. With so much affection and adoration, like he's the most important thing in the world to you right now.

Like he isn't shaking against you, crying out like some kind of wounded animal (in heat), thinking or maybe even muttering how he can't get enough, how it'll never be enough, how he wants you so bad, how he'll die before he lets you go.

Your hand guides his lips to yours, soft and sweet and hungry. Devouring every one of his whines up and replying with your own want for more, kissing him like your life depends on it. You'd always thought that he'd sound pretty, but not this pretty, not this pathetic or needy.

"Fuck, Beomgyu."

Your mouth clashes against his over and over, saliva dripping down his chin as he tries and fails in trying not to drool. You're too preoccupied in nipping at his lips that you're faintly aware of his hands slipping under your shirt until they're on your chest, squeezing and exploring everything he's only fantasized of.

He hasn't felt this good before. Ever. Not from past partners or from his own hand. Toys feel like nothing compared to this, the unforgiving bite of denim somehow lightyears better than vibrators and dildos and whatever else he's used to replicate your touch.

The friction makes him feel like he's burning but his hips just rut faster. He wishes it was your skin, soft and comfortable and you-but he doesn't think he can be patient enough. Doesn't think he can find it in himself to let go of you long enough for you to take your pants off. He has his nose in your hair and the taste of you on his tongue, and he can't stop now.

He can't stop. Not when he's wanted this for so, so long.

Okay, so maybe you've never truly been 'just friends'.

Well, maybe before that first time you were out at a party together and a friend of a friend approached Beomgyu, trying to talk him up while you stood right next to him.

Before you'd watched, something ugly simmering in the pit of your stomach that you couldn't fully decipher-that you weren't sure you wanted to decipher.

It was only until Beomgyu shot you a pleading look that you were able to keep your cool and then you'd very kindly told that friend of a friend to back the fuck off and leave the two of you alone.

And maybe, just maybe Beomgyu had gone home that night and let his hand wander past his waistband to wrap around his aching cock.

Jesus christ.

With each stroke of his hand he conjured your image in his mind. It was you looking at him, watching him-touching him. Talking to him in that same cold, mean voice you had talked to that friend of a friend.

Hating him and loving him all in one, rough and cruel but soft and caring. He wanted all of it, all of you.

And then afterwards it was basking in an afterglow of remembering the way that your eyes softened once again when they landed on him and your hand touched his shoulder and you asked if he was okay.

Friends do this...right? He'd thought, not ready yet to admit that maybe it was something more.

Just friends that brought you to his apartment a few weeks later, slightly ashamed and very drunk and looking for some kind of comfort after you'd been out drinking for better part of the night.

Just friends that had your hands all over his body and your lips all over his throat, sloppy wet kisses making his head spin and his body heat up. That'd had you shoving him down onto the couch and climbing on top of him, pushing your knee between his legs as your cold hands slithered up his shirt in search of warm, smooth skin to lay claim on as yours.

Just friends with the way that you promptly passed out on top of him and conveniently remembered nothing of the night before. Of groping your best friend, of telling him how pretty he was, of whispering that he was a good boy.

'I want you.'

'You're so pretty.'

'Perfect.'

'My good boy.'

'Mine.'

Friends don't know the way his moans sound. Or the way his skin feels against yours.

Like tonight,

A movie. That was all it was supposed to be.

Platonic. Friends. Just going to see a movie together, get dinner after. Nothing more.

"Touch me! G-od, please touch me!" His hand flies up, fingers dig into your wrist as he pulls it down between his legs, his dick throbbing and needy.

It feels so much better-your hand-your skin, your fingers loosely wrapping around him, teasingly rubbing at the tip. "And why should I baby? Have you been good? Have you been a good boy?"

He doesn't know.

He doesn't knowHe doesn't knowHe doesn't know.

All he knows is you.

Just friends shouldn't let things get to this point.

...Oh well.

A movie. A quiet theatre. Darkness and eyes all too often glancing at the profile of the other.

A tension palpable in the air as fingers brushed against each other to grab popcorn. Hands aching, itching to hold each other. An agonizing one hundred and twenty minutes.

Nothing though.

Only getting into the car afterwards and driving off.

"What do you want to eat?" He only shrugs in reply and you roll your eyes. "Helpful."

"Well I dunno," he thinks, "the usual? I can place an order to your place and we should get back before it gets there."

You hum in reply. "It's late though, you planning to stay over for the night?"

"...Sure."

Hesitation. He can only think of the last time you stayed the night. So long ago now, he'd avoided either of you spending the night at the others ever since. From fear? From preservation? Or from hoping that your frustration would break the dam first.

'I want you.'

'Mine.'

Words that flash through his mind unbridled. Sounds and touches that flood his brain

'My good boy.'

He swallows, trying to keep his eyes on the screen of the phone. Trying to hope the darkness blankets how red his face has turned.

"Hey could you pull over here?"

"Sure?" You'd glanced over at him and the question on your face evident.

He didn't elaborate though and you didn't ask.

You'd pulled into a mostly empty parking lot. Only a few cars left in front of a grey, drab building. Parked beside a flickering streetlight that continued for a few minutes before doing out completely. Certainly the furthest thing from being romantic by any means.

Nothing specific broke the tension, the unspoken rules.

But the next thing the either of you know is he's on your lap clawing at you aimlessly, pure desire fuelling him to do such pathetic things. Like telling you how horny he is and how bad he needs you.

You don't seem to have any problem with his confession though.

Responding in turn rather appropriately you'd think. And then your lips are against his and you're tugging at his clothes and touching his body like he's your last lifeline.

And then you're in the backseat of the car, his pants and boxers discarded into the back, your lips curled into a smirk against his skin.

And then you're here.

Doing things that friends certainly should not be doing.

"M' a good boy, promise! Please, I'll be your good boy!"

You'd imagined how his face would look all fucked out all but a million times in the dead of night, thinking about things you certainly should not have been thinking about.

But you'd never know that your imagination would do absolutely no justice to the real thing.

To his lips slick with your spit and his skin glowing with a sheen of sweat. Eyes fluttering like he's fighting to merely keep them open with every sensation he's feeling.

"Pretty~" you mutter.

Bite marks and hickeys all over his neck and collarbone-good thing it's nearly scarf season. Or bad thing, you're not sure you want him to hide these or if you want him to parade them around, show off your claim to him to everyone.

"So fucking pretty it's not fair-" a high, needy whine climbs up his throat and he lets it, because you don't even have to say it, he knows how much you love hearing how good you make him feel.

His eyebrows tug together as if in concentration. Concentration to stay sane while you let him fuck into your hand.

You trail a finger over his cheekbone, collecting a tear while everything within him tries not to let this end, because it can't be over yet, he doesn't want it to be over yet and he's not sure he can go again until later-if there is a later.

You lick the tear off your finger and his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head. "Not fucking fair to make me wait this long. Such a tease, such a whore."

Fingers press against his lips and he opens with zero hesitation. This is what you want, this is what he wants-more than anything.

You pull them out all too soon and replace your fingers with your tongue, letting him suck it into his mouth with a moan.

Your grip tightens, your hand moves faster and faster and his toes curl. Too much, too much-he can't...it can't, he doesn't want this to be over-

"No!"

His head falls into your neck with a strangled scream as he cums into your hand, staining your jeans and his shirt. You stroke him still to prolong the pleasure, milking him dry of everything he has before he lets out the first whine of protest and you stop.

"Please,"

His breath comes out in rushed pants, his head a jumbled mess of "more, please more-" followed by incoherent babbles and then, finally, "I can go again, wanna...wanna go again. Just...use me, use me however you want." as his hips work still, even if it only works against what he really wants, releasing pained whimpers all the while from the self-inflicted overstimulation.

You smile and he can practically hear it before he's flipped into his back, spread out and pinned against the slightly uncomfortable seats of your car as you press apart his legs, eyes roving over him before beginning to undo your pants.

"Use you, huh baby?"

Yes.

However you want. Use him however you want. That's all he wants. All he's wanted for so long.

The pads of your fingers press against his thigh, too close and he squirms with oversensitivity.

"We'll still be friends after this though right?"

He lets out a noise between a cry and an affirmation, eyes sliding shut as your body presses against his.

"Friends!" He gasps.

Your fingers lace together. You smile.

"But not just friends now are we...?"

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Stay for me..? C.bg x you

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🔞!! toxic!gyu, obsessive!gyu, gyu masturbates infront of reader twice. Pillow humping, panty sniffing. Yknow, all the shit in a stalker fic! Theres hardly an ending to this but its been in my drafts so long that I just needed to get it out, prolly will make a part two just say the word! 😉😉

Beomgyu didnt understand how you could just ignore him.

At first, the calls were normal. He’d call during your lunch break to make sure you ate, text if you ended up when working long nights to say goodnight and encourage you to get your work completed.

A few months into the relationship there was a sudden change. Beomgyu couldn’t stop messaging you constantly, calling you, and berating you about who you were with, how long you would be there..When you’d come back to him..

He’s just showing you that he loves you, why would you get mad at that?

But are you even mad? He’s not sure, he’s just assumed that since you haven’t texted him or called him back, you’re mad. God, he wants to hear your voice again.

His calls are one after another. Why won’t you answer him? Did you find someone better? You can’t leave him..He loves you so much, and you love him! So why are you doing this to him?..

“baby?..Why didn’t you answer my calls? I’ve been texting you all night, are you okay? Did something happen?” His voice is laced with worry.

You glance at the phone and start to respond, watching the traffic light turn to green.

“I’ve been busy at work, Gyu..I’m sorry I couldn’t answer, I was jus-“

“You’re on your way home right? I want to see you so bad, I was so worried..” He says, the worry in his voice not even slightly gone. You grip the wheel tighter and sigh quietly.

“Yea, Gyu..I’m on my way…” You say gently. You wish he would calm down a bit, he’s making it seem like you’ve been gone for days.

He speaks again, his voice softer this time.

“Are you mad at me?..” Even though he decided to ask, his guts twist at the suspense of what you’ll say. What if you are mad at him? He just wants to be good for you, he wants to be yours and he wants you to be his!

“No..Gyu, baby I’m not mad..” You say, looking at the time and then glancing ahead at the road.

“Yeah you are..” He says gently

“I-I just want you here, I need you..I really need you..” As the words fall from Beomgyu’s mouth, you can hear how slurred they are. And you figure that he’s worked himself up so much that he can barely speak coherently.

“Gyu, I’m almost home. We can talk about this, yeah? I have to hang up but, im not m-“

“You don’t even wanna talk to me?…What did I do? Did I say something wrong? I-im just worried about you and that..that guy, Yeonjun or whatever..You’re always with him and then..you come home, like you’re angry at me..”

You don’t respond, trying not to fuel his anger anymore. When you hear his sniffles and hear shuffling, you decide to hang up.

He calls back immediately, spamming you with text messages and begging for you to call him back. To stay, to be with him for just a bit longer. He needs you, that’s what he always says.

The car ride lasted about 5 more minutes, and when you reached for keys to the front door Beomgyu had already opened it.

“Baby! I missed yo-“

“Gyu..I need to talk to you…”

Beomgyu still doesn’t understand. A break? Why would you want to take a break from him?..You love him, so why would you ask for a break?

“No..no, no you can’t do that..” He moves closer to you quickly. Trying to grab your hands.

“Gyu, I love you. You know that, but all of this is overwhelming..” You say, kissing his hands gently.

He shakes his head, searching for your gaze with his own teary eyes.

“But I NEED you..” He whispers.

After moments of silence, there’s a soft rustling sound and frantic movements made by Beomgyu. When you look up, you see him removing his clothes. He wipes his tears and sniffles as he grabs your hands again.

“Let me show you! I can be good, I’m worth it I promise.. I’m-..I…” He stops once he sees your worried expression. Not frightened, at least not visibly.

“I’m leaving for now..I need time to think…”

Beomgyu watches you leave, wanting his tears to stop you somehow. When he sees that you’re actually leaving, he’s already trying to find a way to make you come back to him..

You were pleasantly surprised by how distant you two were becoming. No more constant calls from Beomgyu, or text messages.

Until one day.

When you received a video from Beomgyu titled “come back :((?” You were beyond confused. He hadn’t texted you in days, never called, and it was refreshing.

Opening the file, you didn’t expect much. But as Beomgyu came into screen and fixed the camera, you were utterly confused.

“I miss you baby…I know you miss me too..” He says softly, His hand moving away from the camera as he gets comfortable on the bed. He pouts softly as he looks into the camera.

“I know you’ll come back, you always do..” He says softly as his fingers come up to rub his nipples.

You always loved how sensitive they were, and how his body would react. Beomgyu let out soft moans and tilted his head slowly, moving his hand down his body gently.

You want to turn it off, to tell him that he’s gone too far this time. But..

He looks so pretty, and you know it just for you. His legs are spread perfectly infront of the camera, his hair falling onto from his forehead. Just slightly covering his pretty eyes.

Beomgyu grabs something from off of screen, a pair of your panties. He gently takes them and brings them up to his nose, taking a gentle whiff.

You should be disgusted, really..Hes jerking off infront of you, using your panties to get off.

But you aren’t disgusted..in fact, you’re turned on.

Beomgyu pants gently, sniffing the panties as he jerks off.

“I love you..I love you, i just want you to come back..I-I need y..” He can hardly continue to speak, stroking his cock faster and faster.

His hips thrust up constantly, and he grinds against his palm. “Please, want you to come back..just want you-“

Beomgyu whines in frustration, every attempt at trying to get off comes to no avail..Because its not you..Its not you stroking his cock, its not you silencing his moans because hes always a bit too loud.

Tears brim in his eyes as he pulls his hand away from his cock. He whimpers and reaches for your pillow behind him, slowly shifting and straddling the pillow.

As you watch, your gaze falls onto the way his hips thrust, desperate and needy. Normally, you’d be there to soothe him. But now, all you can do is watch.

“Y-y/n..” He whines gently, thrusting onto your pillow. Beomgyu tilts his head back, finally finding some relief after all these tries to cum.

And for some reason, you turn off the video there…

You immediately open up your text messages and stare at his contact, attempting to find something to say.

But, you leave it at that. Turning off your phone and sliding it to the side. Of course Beomgyu wouldn’t let this break happen…

Guess the break’s ending already, hm?

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