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the bet ── beomgyu

💌 parings: rival!beomgyu x male!reader 💌 genre: smut, rivals to lovers 💌 contains: top!gyu, bottom!reader, softdom!gyu, virgin!reader, beomgyu is a little shit, beomgyu has a long-time crush on reader, strong language, vaping (please don't vape) petnames (baby boy, baby, prince), safe sex (wrap it before you do it), drunk consensual sex, oral (reader receiving), praising, i have a thing for soft gyu so here it is, our favourite party guy & wingman jackson wang, brief mention of enhypen's heeseung. 💌 word count: 2.7k words

➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

Second place. Again.

You glared at the announcement in front of you, your hands curled into a ball of fist. Your eyes traveled over to the name on top of yours and you bit your lower lip, frustrated.

Choi fucking Beomgyu.

From young, that little fucker has always been in first place in every little and big contests or examinations the both of you attended.

Every. Single. Darn. Time.

Choi Beomgyu takes the throne.

To make matters worst, Beomgyu knows that it irritates you. You are a very, very competitive person from young, and Beomgyu knows. He knows.

"Look who it is! L/n!" A hand clapped on your back as Beomgyu put his arm around your shoulder, his voice gleeful. "Why the long face, huh?"

"Fuck off, Choi." You hissed, swatting his arm off you and turning to face him. That jerk had a smug smirk on his face, one that you would do anything to wipe it off. He whined dramatically, holding his hand that you just hit. "Ouch! It hurts, L/n! C'mon, don't be such a sour grape. It's just a little test, don't let that get to your fragile little ego."

It took almost all of your will to not punch that asshole in the face. You gave him a nasty expression, bumping into his shoulder as you walked back to the lecture hall. But who is Choi Beomgyu? A smug and devious asshole who wouldn't leave you alone.

The both of you didn’t start like this. You vaguely remember being best friends with Beomgyu in elementary school, but it all changed during middle school.

Beomgyu changed.

He caught up with you pretty quickly, walking alongside you. "Do you want to make a bet with me?" He asked, tilting his head towards the side as he did so. You paused, looking at him with a suspicious expression. "No. Now fuck off and leave me alone."

"I'll do whatever you want if you win." Beomgyu said quickly. You raised a brow at him, not believing a word that comes out of his mouth. "I'm serious."

"What kind of bet?" Fine. You were convinced. You begin to think about what you want Beomgyu to do after winning. Should you ask him to buy you breakfast from that really popular waffle store for a month? Or maybe you'll have him record a silly video that you can blackmail him for the future.

On second thought, Beomgyu might be too thick-skinned for that.

"You know Lee Heeseung? The guy from computer science? His senior Jackson Wang is hosting a party and invited the entire course this Saturday. Since Biology is just next door he invited us too." Beomgyu jabbed his hand towards the building right beside. You nodded, frowning. "What do you want me to do?"

"Attend the party and beat me in a game." The smug smile reappeared on Beomgyu's face. You scowled at him. "What's the catch?" You questioned. Beomgyu widened his eyes. "Catch? There's no catch. Just win me and I'll do whatever you want. But if I win..." He paused slightly, another smirk creeping onto his face. "You'll do whatever I ask of you."

You licked your lips nervously. Should you trust Beomgyu?

"I understand that you might be scared, L/n. " Beomgyu sighed mockingly. "Well, it seems like you can never beat me-" "I'll go." You cut him off through gritted teeth. Beomgyu clapped his hands together, grinning. "Good. See you at the party than, baby boy. Don't be late!" He winked, walking off.

You stood rooted at your ground in shock. Blush crept to your face as you realised what Beomgyu had called you. To make matters worst, your heart actually fluttered at his words. You slapped your face lightly, attempting to wake yourself up.

Fucking Choi Beomgyu. You thought.

The weekend arrived pretty soon.

The house was loud. You weaved through the crowd of talking people, holding a cup of punch in your hand (that someone stuffed it to your hand while you walked by). Everyone looks unfamiliar to you, but somehow, they all seem to know you.

"M/n L/n!" You hear your name being called. Turning around, you saw a male with blond hair walking towards you. You took a once-over at him: split blond hair, shades on top of his head, black outfit and a pair of sweat pants.

Nope, you have never seen this guy in your life before.

"Hi, I'm Jackson Wang." The male hold out his hand and flashed you a winning smile. Ah, this guy is the host of this party, you thought as you shook his hand. "I'm M/n L/n... But I guess you already know that."

Jackson grinned. "Of course! You're famous, don't you know that?" He said. You blinked in confusion and Jackson let out a short laugh. "Well, everyone in the campus know about you." He shrugged.

"Oh." That's all you could say.

Jackson tutted. "I'm a little surprise when they told me you were here... I thought Beomgyu was pulling my leg when he told me you were coming. Guess shit isn't the only thing that comes out of his mouth everytime." He shrugged, sending you a knowing grin. Your eyes flashed at the mention of Beomgyu and your grip on your cup of punch tightened. "Where is he?"

"Come with me." Jackson beckoned. You followed him up the stairs and into the first room. Beomgyu was sitting in there, a vape to his mouth. Your heart skips a beat at how attractive he looks, but your mind was rational. "Choi."

"Oh! You really came, baby boy." Your face heats up again at that petname. "Don't call me that!" You hissed, failing to notice that Jackson had already sneaked out of the room and locked the door behind him. Beomgyu inhaled the vape, his lips curled into a lazy smirk. "Okay okay, relax, L/n. Just hoping to ease the tension."

"What are we betting on?" You observed your surroundings. A black, queen-sized bed set in the middle of the room, a silk canopy hanging over it. A red armchair sat next to the bed, while Beomgyu occupies the other. There was also a large TV mounted on the wall opposite the bed. Beomgyu pointed to the gaming console beneath it.

"Rocket League. Ten games. If you lose, you drink half a bottle of soju." He pointed over to the corner where 10 bottles of soju stood waiting. You raised your chin. "Bets on."

It didn't take long until you two reached the seventh game, where you had already drank 2 bottles and a half of soju. You let out a groan of fustration as Beomgyu's racing car passed the finish line on the screen, and your hand reached for the bottle of soju that you've finished.

"Wait, L/n." Beomgyu stopped you, but you shook his hand off. "I lose, Choi, let me drink." You said stubbornly, putting the mouth of the bottle to your lips. You let the alcohol burn your throat as Beomgyu watched from beside you. "I lost. "

"You did." Beomgyu's voice was strangely quiet. One empty bottle stood beside him. You coughed, putting the bottle down. Your head was spinning slightly as you looked at Beomgyu. "What do you want from me?"

Since when was he this close to you? You vaguely remembered Beomgyu was two pillows away from you, but now he was right beside you. You stared blankly at him as he leaned closer to your face, and you could smell the sweet artificial scent of the vape he used earlier. "What do I want from you... That is a good question..."

Your eyes travelled from him eyes, his nose, and to his plump lips. You licked your own dry ones, your voice small. "Yah, Choi Beomgyu-"

He didn't let you finish. Crashing his lips onto yours, one of Beomgyu's hands went to the back of your head, while the other pulled your waist closer to him. You feel him biting your lower lip, asking for permission. In your fuzzy state of mind, you allowed him to enter, exploring your mouth.

Beomgyu taste like strawberries. He was sweet, his tongue dancing with yours as his other hand slowly went up to grip your chin. You closed your eyes, allowing him to do as he pleased.

When he pulled away, you were panting. Beomgyu straddled you, his pretty face flushed. You lay beneath him, watching his adams apple bobbed nervously. "You..."

"I want you, pretty boy." Beomgyu's fingers trailed down your chest, his eyes darkening as lewd thoughts form in his mind. "I want you, L/n." His hand reached your abdomen, twirling circles through your thin shirt. "I want to make you mine, L/n." Your breath hitched at the possessiveness of his voice. "Will you let me?"

Your head was empty. Even though you dislike Beomgyu, you couldn't deny the fact that you thought he was attractive.

A part of you still like him. A part of you still misses that cheerful boy who played with you in elementary school.

"What if I say no?" You whispered. Something flashed past Beomgyu’s eyes. Was it anger? Or was it sadness? You don't know. His voice was hoarse and throaty as he spoke. "Then I will let you out of this room. Call me petty, M/n, but I will beat you in every single competition or exam you sign up for. I will always be the first place."

Your heart ran wildly at his words. Beomgyu leaned downwards, his lips barely above yours. He grabbed your hand, pressing it to his lips gently. "It's the only way you could notice me, M/n..." He confessed, pressing his lips gently on yours once more.

Your arms moved on their own accord, reaching up to cup his face. Compared to the kiss just now, this one was gentler, softer. When the both of you parted, your answer was barely above a whisper. "Okay."

With your permission, Beomgyu's lips moved down to your neck, biting and suckling the skin on there. His other hand cupped your arousal, gently palming it through your pants. You let out a breathy groan, muttering his name. "Gyu..."

"I haven't heard that name from you in so long..." Beomgyu sighed, pressing light kissing across your skin as he moved down. "I really like the way my name comes out of your mouth, baby boy." He said, the cool tip of his fingers brushing past your nipple. You squeaked in surprise, your arm moving up to cover your face as he rolled the bud in between his fingers. "Ughh...Mhmm..."

"You're cute, prince." Even though you could not see his face, you know that Beomgyu is smiling. He removed your pants swiftly, pressing a kiss on your erection through your underwear. You twitched at his actions, letting out a suppressed sob. "Dont... P-please..."

"I know, prince." He slowly tug the fabric down, revealing your cock. You whimpered as he pressed a kiss on your tip, sticking a little of his tongue to lick at the slit. "Mhmm... You taste good, prince..."

You bit your lip, looking down at Beomgyu. He was kneeling betweem your legs, his hands now holding either of your thighs apart. No, one of them has wrapped around the base of your balls, gently massaging them. You look away in embarrassment, but Beomgyu patted your thigh with his other hand. "Look at me, baby." He said. You removed your arm from your eyes, following his instructions.

Seeing that you followed his instructions, the tips of Beomgyu's lips curled upwards. You watch him sank his head on your cock, and you threw your head back, moaning. "G-gyu, slow d-down!"

Beomgyu wasn't listening. He was sucking and licking on your cock like a lollipop, desperately bobbing his head up and down. With one of his fingers testingly circling your rim, Beomgyu hummed, the vibrations of his throat stimulating your cock.

Tears sprang to your eyes. "Gy-gyu, please! I need... I need t-" You babbled, your other hand gripping the carpet on the floor. Beomgyu removed his mouth from your cock, now jerking you off with his hands. "Go on, prince. Be a good boy and cum for me."

With his encouraging words, you came with a cry. White spurts of cum landed on your stomach, some spilling onto Beomgyu's jeans. Beomgyu crawled over you, pushing your shirt up and lapping on your nipples while you recover. Your fingers find his hair, tugging on them when you feel his teeth grazing your bud. "G-gyu..."

"Hmm?" He answered, looking up at you lazily. You look away from his eyes, biting the insides of your cheek. "If you w-want to... Want to take it to the n-next level..."

Beomgyu stared at you. "You're okay with that?" He asked. You nodded, closing your eyes. "But I've never done that before..."

Without warning, Beomgyu carried you up from under your arms and placed you onto the bed. You yelped in surprise as Beomgyu placed either of his knees on your sides. He took off the sweater he was wearing, throwing it to the floor where your pants and underwear are.

You propped yourself on your elbows, your eyes tracing the outline of his abs. Beomgyu grinned at your reaction. "Like what you see, prince?" He teased, reaching behind you. You hear him opening a drawer as his other hand grabbed your ankle. "Prop yourself with some pillows, prince."

You quickly followed his instructions, grabbing the nearest pillow and putting them below your neck. With a pop, Beomgyu poured lube over his fingers and your rim. You hissed at the coolness, tensing up.

"Now, I want you to choose a word. If you feel any discomfort, say the word and I'll stop immediately." Beomgyu said. You bit your lower lip. "Thursday." You whisper, and Beomgyu nodded in adknowledgment.

"Relax, prince." You feel Beomgyu's finger gently inserting into your hole. You arched your back, gasping as he pushed his finger in, massaging the muscles within. It feels weird, but with his muttered praises, a second finger is quickly added.

"Mhmm...." Your jaw went slack when he hit a particular spot. Noticing this, Beomgyu let out a low chuckle, pressing on the spot again. Your back arched as his other hand wrapped around your cock. "It's here, isn't it, M/n?" He asked, as you babbled incoherent phrases back to him. Stretching you, Beomgyu added a third finger, and you let out a sob as response.

Once he deemed that you were prepped enough for him, Beomgyu removed his own garments. You hear a package opening, knowing that he is putting on a condom. You feel his tip poking around your rim and you whined, turning your face away. Beomgyu leaned down, one of his hand interlocked with your fingers as he pushed in. You moaned in discomfort, but he had a strong hold over your hips. When Beomgyu bottomed out, the both of you let out a moan.

"Tell me w-when you're ready, prince." He kissed your earlobe. You relaxed, giving him the green light as soon as you were ready. He begin to thrust lightly and you moaned in return.

"You feel good, prince? You're so tight and warm.... Squeezing me so tightly... I love you, I love you so much..." Beomgyu's words filled your ears as the pace begin to quicken. His lips had found their way back to your sensitive and hard nipples, suckling on them as he pushed in and out with force. You let out strangled cries of pleasure as a bubble start to form in your stomach. "Gonna... Not gonna las-last..."

"It's okay, I'm close... Together?" He found your lips and kissed you again. With his words, fireworks seem to explode in your eyes as you came. "Gyu..!" You cried. Beomgyu nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, his thrusts becoming sloppy and slower, until he finally stopped and pulled out.

Rolling the condom off him and throwing it into the bin not far away, Beomgyu collasped next to you, spooning you as he pressed his lips to your temple. You laid in his embrace, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"So..." Your voice was hoarse. "This was what you want from winning the bet?"

"No." Beomgyu replied. He removed a pillow from under your neck and placed it under his own, his voice sleepy.

"You're the one I want from the start."

IDUBILU ON REPEAT WHILE I WROTE THIS!!!! yeah my first x male reader smut. sorry if it isn't the best, i'm trying to figure out how to describe those scenes (i've been reading a lot of other fics to try gain some experience but welp) but maybe i'll do better next time?

this was supposed to be joshua or jeonghan or soobin but i came across beomgyu's pics so its him hehe.

i really have a thing for soft vanilla smut BUT of course i wouldn't write that all the time... just let me read more and i'll write better next time (:

if i see any minors liking or reblogging this post I WILL BLOCK YOU. A friendly warning.

And also, happy early DK and Vernon Day, Happy belated Taehyun Day... And I finally got this out of my drafts yay~

P.S. PLS MORE X MALE READER FICS BLESS

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loversmore · 4 months

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“i believe in you so what’s left is for you to believe in yourself.” – han

for @hyunsung ♡

#stray kids #han jisung #bystay #staysource #ultkpopnetwork #boo :( you know i’m a little not normal about dates and traditions etc etc but today it’s the 6th of december and #i’ve been making a silly little set for you for three years now (ue) so :( here’s year fourth (!!!!) edition of dec 6th mini digital gift :#i know this is a bit too orangish (?) (sigh) but he’s also -> ☁️ and i hope it can still make you a little happy happy :(#also can you believe the fourth gif is the only han x snow content? doesn’t he know his red thread bro is polar bear???? (wayes @ me)#143x8 ❤️‍🩹!#bha 🐿️🌨️#emsigifs #for m 🍃#*mine #*kpop #p.s. no tags pinky promise or i will never make gemi (nanon + fourth) set! (and no doctor romantic either)

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sunniewr · 12 days

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€723⠀⠀𑂁⠀⠀࿁ׄ⠀⠀🧾 ᪲᪲⠀⠀🅗⠀⠀𝄃𝄃⠀⠀𝗍𝗁ִꪱ𝗇k⠀⠀𝃭⠀󠀫ּ⠀󠀫ֺ

諾꯭ּ凜꯭⠀󠀫꯭𝇁ׅ𝅛𝇃꯭⠀󠀫꯭ּ🌸⠀󠀫꯭▂꯭⠀⠀⍺݀֔ᵇ𝗈ֹ𝗎𝗍⠀⠀●꯭ּ𝆯⃨⠀󠀫⠀⠀󠀫ֹ.⠀⠀.⠀⠀𝗒𝗈ֹ𝗎

🧸⠀⃘̻ ᪲᪲⠀⠀⠀໋̻⠀⠀⠀̻⠀⠀𝗁ִ⍺݀֔ᥱ᪾ꭐ𝗈ֹ𝗇⠀⠀۪⠀᮫⠀⠀𝗅𝗈ֹ᥎ᥱ᪾𝗅𝗒⠀⠀. . .

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lizstwllar · 2 months

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✉️⠀⠀كره⠀⠀💨⠀⠀𝖻𝗈꯭𝖒⠀⠀#⠀⠀𝚍𝚒__𝚊⠀⠀...⠀𝟹𝟵

⬮⠀𝗉𝗋᪾𝚒ᥢ𝖼𝖾𝚜𝚊⠀⠀𝗉𝖿𝗏᪾𝗋᪾⠀⠀𝘴𝖾ᥢ𝗍𝖾⠀⠀ᥢ𝚊⠀⠀𝗚𝗅𝗈꯭𝙲𝗄 .

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muruffin · 1 year

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୨ 🫶🏻 ୧ - ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა - 𝟸𝟶 : 𝟸𝟶

﹙ 🖖🏻 ﹚ - ꒰ ɑ𝗇𝗀ᧉ𝗅Ꭵ𝖼 ♡

⪩ 🌸ㅤ⸺ㅤꔫ

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tata-kitty · 1 month

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⭒𑵅𑵅 ✉꯭ ꞗꪱꞗꪱ 𝄄𝇈˚ׅ

࣪ ۪ ۫ ❀ ˚ ᥬ ̵ֵ٢ּׂ᥆⃘ּ𝅥ᥖׂ ﹟𐑕ᨵᥣꪱ︪︩۫ꮪᥬ͠ɑ 𝙺𝗵𝗵 יִ

• inspiration : @sichengs-world @sunniewr @d-aezs @charlieweb @luvietcon @renee-stuff @harumi-web @paper-heartt e @julieheartt .

★ ao usar dê os devidos créditos ᥣᝒᥝᥣᝒᥝ-ƙꪱํᥣ᳢ᥣ᳢ꪩ.

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tasteleeknow · 1 year

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thinking about taking it slow w chan in terms of being intimate, but one day ur making out (or something similar) n he just loses it n cums in his pants & is a lil embarrassed n cute ab it SIGHHH

also love ur works!! if it’s not too much could i be ☁️ anon? tysm & have a beautiful day/night, you deserve it!!

thank you so much ❤︎ of course you can, hope this makes your day/night a little nicer! enjoy!

pairing: chan x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff. content: 18+ minors dni. warnings below cut. word count: 1k

afab!reader. grinding. profanity.

“Come swimming with me,” you whine, arms wrapped around your boyfriend's neck. You move your head as he tries to look over your shoulder at his computer monitor, blocking his view. You’d only moved in with him a week ago, very much ready to take the next step in your relationship. Or at least, a step. Whether you were doing the steps in the right order was a matter of personal opinion.

When he’d confessed his feelings for you he’d given you a whole speech about how serious he was; how he was determined to do this right. He took you on dates, bought you small gifts, pressed gentle kisses to your forehead. It was only because your lease was up and your roommate was moving overseas that he agreed you should move in. It made sense, he’d said.

“I’ve gotta finish this, baby,” he says in response to your begging, lips curved into a small smile. “Maybe tomorrow?”

You readjust yourself in his lap, pressing your chest firmly against him. “But it’s so hot today... please?” You press a brief, soft kiss to his lips.

“I—I shouldn’t.”

“But you want to?”

His eyes drop to your lips. “Yeah, baby. I want to.”

“I won’t tell,” you whisper.

“This is due at midnight,” he says, distracted—eyes still fixed on your lips.

“Alright,” you sigh, climbing off his lap. “I’ll just go alone today.” You press a kiss to the top of his head. “Good luck with your work.”

You turn to look back at him just before you leave the room. He’s sitting back in his chair, hands gripping the arm rests. You smile, a fun idea popping into your head.

You dig through one of your moving boxes, searching through the clothes you didn’t use often enough to have bothered unpacking yet. “Yes!” You pull out a red one piece you hadn’t used since last summer, before you met Chan.

You rush to the bathroom to squeeze it on, satisfied with the way it pushes your breasts up your chest—cleavage tastefully peeking out the top. You grab a towel and your keys, sneaking out to find your boyfriend engrossed back in his work. You drop your belongings onto the kitchen counter, alerting him to your presence. He doesn’t turn from his screen, merely raising his voice enough to call across the apartment to you. “Enjoy your swim!”

You wander over to him, tapping him on the shoulder. He looks up, then down—eyes trailing down your body, halting for a noticeable moment at your chest. His eyes snap back to yours, looking guilty.

“Is that new?” he asks.

“This?” you tug at the elastic red fabric. “No, I just couldn’t find my other one. Must be packed up still.” You feel a twinge of guilt at lying to him, the first time you’d done so. You’d tell him later, after you’d had your fun.

His eyes drop to your chest again, so quickly you almost miss it. “Can I have a hug before I go?” you ask sweetly. He pulls his headphones from around his neck, dropping them on his desk so he can stand. You place your hand on his shoulder, stopping him. “Don’t get up.”

You throw one leg over his lap so you can lower yourself onto him again. He looks like you’ve just trapped him in a cage of lions. You can’t help huffing out a small laugh at his expression. You press yourself against him, arms around his neck. When you press a soft kiss to his cheek his arms slowly wrap around you in return. “Do you think you’ll finish in time?”

“Mm, think so.”

“Do you have time to kiss me?”

“Always.”

You press your lips to his, gentle at first, then—when he makes no effort to pull away—you slip your tongue into his mouth. He hums, arms wrapping tighter around you. You’d had a few close calls, a few moments where your more intense make out sessions had nearly slipped into something more. He’d always pull away, gently reminding you how he wanted to do it right—to show you he wanted you for real, not just for sex.

He was sweet. You loved him for it. But god you wanted him, especially since you’d been sharing a bed with him for the past week. He wouldn’t put it off much longer, there was no way either of you could last. He moans into your mouth when you roll your hips against him. Usually this was when he’d pull away, brows pulled together in concentration. Not this time. His hips lift up a little to grind up into you, the chair squeaking with his movements.

He pulls away from your mouth and his hand moves under your ass, each of his hands grasping a handful of you and kneading firmly. You’re a little taken aback. The last week must have gotten under his skin more than you’d realised. You pull away from his lips, leaning back to attempt to get a clear look at his face. He follows you, leaning forward to chase your lips.

“Channie,” you whisper, hands tangling in his hair to hold him back. His eyes meet yours, a little glazed over. You roll your hips hard, grinding down against his now very obviously hard cock. He groans, hand grasping at your waist to pull you down against him. “Fuck,” he groans. Then his mouth drops open and you’re in awe, taking in his blissed out expression. His hips stutter against you, then his face drops to your shoulder—his hot breath warming your skin. You take in what just happened, a warmth soaking into you where your cunt presses against his cock.

You pull his head up, fingers still tangled in his hair. “Did you just…?” you take in his expression, his cheeks are bright red.

“I—I’m—I’m sor—”

You press your lips to his, cutting off his embarrassed stuttering. He drags it out, pulling you closer each time you try to pull your lips away. When he finally pulls back he hooks his finger into your neckline—pulling the fabric away from your skin enough to get an eyeful of your breasts. “Don’t wanna wait anymore,” he mutters.

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douceur · 15 days

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⠀ 🌴⠀ 𝅄⠀࿙࿚ 海には思い出がある ࿙࿚ 𝅄 🫧

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fairymiese · 1 year

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🦢 ๋ 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗈꯭𝗈𝗆 ﹏

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peachesyeo · 13 days

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Treasure - MATZ preview

THIS SERIES IS MATURE! MINORS DNI!

⊹ 0.6k words ⊹ alpha!seonghwa x beta!male!reader x packomega!hongjoong.

✧a/n: hello, darlings. so yeah, my second attempt at writing smut. sorry if it's x male reader, but there's just so less of them that i feel that i needed to contribute more. this story is inspired by @holybibly (oh i feel so nervous for tagging you ma'am, but i hope you know you inspired me through your work) and strawberry_luna on AO3 (i can't seem to find her tumblr account). this is only a small preview, it would be released on 14th April, a birthday gift from me to all readers (:

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⊂ content: not your traditional a/b/o dynamic, daddy/mommy kink, mommy!hwa supremacy, powerbottom!hongjoong, dom!seonghwa, sub!switch!reader (for this chapter). :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

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Being a beta means a lot of things.

In a pack, a beta serves as somewhat of a mediator. Their role is to ease tensions between alphas or to soothe nervous omegas. In terms of sexual dynamics, betas are there to assist alphas with their rut when no omegas are available, and to mate with pregnant omegas, as unlike alphas, they do not possess knots, therefore could safely grant an omega's sexual needs while pregnant.

A beta cannot impregnate someone, nor can they become pregnant. While some see this as a limitation, others relish in the fact. Slowly, betas became objects designed to satisfy an alpha or an omega's sexual pleasure, and soon, most betas have become pets.

Some betas took pride in becoming a pet. Some entered training school, ready to be spoiled by their future masters or mistresses. Some were forced to become one, picking up skills along the way as their masters or mistresses fucked them into submission.

The world is ran by alphas and omegas, after all.

Some betas were not so fortunate. Abusive alphas and omegas were common, reveling in their status at the top of the hierarchy while subjecting their beta pets to torture. Sadly, not all betas survived such treatment, while those who did continued to endure suffering.

The lucky ones were spoiled. Their loving owners would do anything in their power to satisfy them. Be it big, fat dildos with rare gems as decorations to plug up their nice, hungry holes, or thick, jeweled collars or leashes tied around their neck to show off their ownership.

That's what Hongjoong desired when he first saw the little beta curled up in the corner of the cage: the image of your neck wrapped in a pretty, diamond-studded collar to match his own favorite set of white, lacy lingerie drives him into a frenzy.

His.

"I want him, Hwa," he whispered to the elegant alpha beside him, his lips grazing against his earlobe. "I like him. Buy him for me." He nuzzled closer, burying his nose in the alpha's neck, inhaling the rich scent of champagne that enveloped him. Seonghwa stroked Hongjoong's head lovingly, intertwining their fingers and pressing a tender kiss against his hand. "Anything for my Luna," he replied softly, his gaze drifting toward you. The scent of roses, Hongjoong's scent, grew stronger, a subtle indicator of his contentment.

"Any bidders?" The auctioneer called out, as the flashlight fell upon you. You were dressed in a tight, black crop top and a short mini skirt that shows off your caged cock and plug. Your face and body was covered in shimmering dust, your slightly long hair falling messily on your thin shoulders. "Starting from ten-thousand-"

"A hundred-thousand." A deep voice echoed through the room, momentarily halting all conversation. From your cage on the main stage, you caught the gaze of the speaker seated on the second floor. He looked like an alpha, with slicked-back black hair and a confident smirk playing on his lips. Murmurs spread through the crowd as you began to recognize him.

Or more correctly, recognize the omega on his lap.

His fiery red hair peeked out from beneath a furry black beanie, adding a splash of color to his ensemble. Dressed in an expansive mink fur coat, he exuded an air of opulence. As he met your gaze, a possessive glint flickered in his eyes, sending a shiver down your spine.

Kim Hongjoong. The famous Pack Luna of one of the top packs in this city.

"A hundred-thousand!" The bidder's voice echoed, attempting to elicit further bids, but the room remained eerily silent. No one dared to challenge the offer. With a decisive nod, the auctioneer lifted the bidder's hammer, bringing it down with a resounding thud, signaling the close of the deal.

"Sold!"

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