#fem!beomgyu

[wolfytae-exe]

squirting, overstimulation, fem!beomgyu, dom beomgyu, bondage, sexual torture, vibrators

oh god mean femdom! beomgyu who looks so sweet but loves to tie you up and press a vibrator to your clit while you tremble, flail, cry, beg, and scream. watching the mess you turn into, cunt going sore so so fast n so messy with your arousal. ugh her giggling at you and asking if you like it in her sweet soft lisp, she wants you to squirt on your cute little rose vibrator, wants to see you go limp and dumb, slow mewls n sobs with the occasional jolt from the overstimulation.

it’s hot in here oh boy

#cici is being a freak again #just me thinking #txt hard hours #txt smut #cici is rambling again #txt #txt hard thoughts #smut requests #kpop smut #beomgyu smut #fem!txt #fem!beomgyu

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Jealousy, Jealousy... | Part 2

A/N: don't even have a summary for this. oc is in love with gyu and gyu is in love with another girl but both are virgin losers and gyu is a horndog who would let oc do what she wants to him just as long as he gets to cum.

Word count: 6.3

Genre: Smut, angst

Warnings: fem!reader, dry humping, degradation, dom!reader, sub!beomgyu, fleshlights, beomgyu being a perv and using oc's panties

You step into the apartment, hoping against hope that you won’t find Beomgyu in there. It’s been a few days since your fight, and you’ve been giving him the cold shoulder–ignoring his text messages, giving him one-word replies whenever he speaks to you, pretending you’re too busy to continue the marathon of whatever stupid show you were currently watching–and every time you do that, he’d look so heartbroken you have to fight for your life to not forgive him then and there. 

But fate hates you, or maybe it was by Beomgyu’s design, because as soon as you step into the living room, you see Beomgyu on the couch, fiddling with his guitar. He looks up when he hears you enter.  

You try to make a run for it, sight set on your bedroom door, but Beomgyu quickly springs up and calls your name. “Wait! I wanna talk to you.” 

“Well, I don't wanna talk to you.” You mutter, bee-lining towards your room, but Beomgyu is quicker. It only takes him a couple of large steps to put himself between you and your bedroom door. 

“Please!” He begs. “Just talk to me.” 

“I don’t want to talk right now.” You try to push past him but he won’t budge. 

“No, please, listen. I’m sorry for kissing you. I was just… I never got an A before. I didn’t think I could get an A. You know me. You know how everyone thinks that I’m so stupid. I know you think that I’m stupid. It just meant a lot to me. I was so excited to show you that I’m not always such a dumbass.” 

You sigh. "I know you're not a dumbass." 

“But I am. I’m such a dumbass and I’m so sorry for kissing you but please don’t leave me.” 

“Leave you?” You stare at him incredulously. “Beommie, I’m not going to leave you. What makes you think I would?”

“Well you haven’t been talking to me. I thought you were done with me.” He says glumly and you laugh. “No, silly. I was just giving you the silent treatment. Never heard of it?” 

"So we’re still friends?" He asks hopefully, tears in his eyes, looking like a kicked puppy. 

"Of course, we are. Don't be silly." You reach out to run a hand through his hair, and he happily leans into your touch. "Okay. Promise me we'll never stop being friends. I can't lose you."

You hesitate. This is why he can’t know you’re in love with him. It would ruin you. "I promise." . 

“Good.” He gives a big sigh of relief before he throws you a mischievous grin. “Are you going to come see me practice for the big gig today? I need my groupie.”

You smack his shoulder. “I’m not your groupie.” 

“You can be. Maybe we can sneak off and mess around backstage.” He pulls you by the hips and rests his forehead against yours but doesn't attempt to kiss you. 

"Beommie… I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why?” He whines like a brat, “I won’t try to kiss you again, I promise. I'll be your good boy." 

God, the things those simple words do to you. You could never have imagined the man you’ve thirsted after for years acting so needy for you, but you can’t let this go on any longer. It fucking killed you to have him kiss you, knowing it didn’t mean the same to him as it did to you. If you keep this up, you’ll only open yourself up for more hurt. You have to protect yourself. 

"I just don't want us to get mad at each other again."

"We won't." He tries to reassure you, but you put a hand to his chest and push him away. "No, gyu. It was fun but we can’t do this anymore.” 

He grabs your hand in his and brings it to his lips to press a kiss against your palm, making your heart flutter. "Then what's going to motivate me to do good?"

"Ice cream?" You suggest, taking your hand away, and he groans. “What’s rock and roll about that?” 

You snort. “Your band name is tomorrow by together. There is nothing rock and roll about you guys.”

“Okay, ouch. Groupie invitation revoked.” 

__________________

Watching Beomgyu play his guitar is like watching magic happen. Even when he messes up or is struggling–the way he’s just so immersed and serious about his craft is so inspiring and you feel so lucky to be able to witness it. 

It was a moment like this–seeing him so lost in the music–when you first realized you’re in love with him. And now, a few years later, that love has only grown stronger. 

“He really is an idiot.” You hear a familiar voice next to you and look to the side to see Yeonjun also looking at Beomgyu. 

“What do you mean?” 

“If I had a girl look at me the way you’re looking at him, I would never let her go.” He says so casually as if he hadn’t just exposed your entire guts out to the world. 

“What–-why would you–I–” You sputter, getting even more flustered at the amused look on his face. Damn him. You take a moment to recollect yourself. “Don’t be silly, Yeonjun. We’re just friends.” 

“Are you? Then how come you won’t go out with me?”

You roll your eyes. “Have you ever considered that you just might not be my type?” 

He raises an eyebrow at you, looking at you like he doesn’t believe it for a second. “Oh, please, I’m everyone’s type. What, you don’t like tall, handsome men? Lead singers? Really talented lovers?”

You suppress the blush his last comment intended to entice in you. “I already told you. I can’t go out with a guy who will flirt more with his fans than me.” 

“Aw, are you jealous, baby? You know I can clean my act up for you.” He moves to get closer to you, his hand reaching out to wrap around you, when suddenly Beomgyu steps in between you two. “Leave her alone, Yeonjun.”

“Why? She likes it.” Yeonjun grins, sending you a wink, and you stick your tongue out at him, making him laugh. Yeonjun tries to reach out to mess up your hair in revenge, but Beomgyu intercepts him. 

“No, she doesn’t. Now, leave.” 

“Alright. Alright. Chill. I’ll leave for now but if you’re not gonna snatch her up then don’t blame me for trying.” He sends you a wink, making you blush. “See you later, doll.” 

You bite your lip, staring at the ground to try to get your blush under control. You don’t like Yeonjun like that. Well, at least not near as much as you like Beomgyu, but you still can’t help the effect he has on you. He’s just so charming, and if you hadn’t been so absolutely in love with Beomgyu, you would’ve definitely been under him long ago. 

“You really shouldn’t encourage him.” Beomgyu says irritably, “You know he’s a manwhore.”

You shrug. “I know but it’s still nice to have a man’s attention.”

“Hey, you have my attention.” He protests, and you stay silent, giving him a cryptic look. 

“What?” He narrows his eyes at you, and you shake your head, dispelling any stupid thoughts of confessing your undying love for him. “Nothing. It’s just not the same. You’re my best friend. He could be something more.” 

“Oh.” Beomgyu steps back, frowning. “Um…okay. I understand that, but do you really need it from Yeonjun? I just… he’s my bandmate, you know?”

“I know.” You say, even though you really don’t. Why should that matter? “But he’s sweet and charming–”

Beomgyu groans, cutting you off. “Please. Anyone but Yeonjun.” 

“Beomgyu—”

“Please.” 

You roll your eyes. “Fine.”

You don’t know why it matters so much to him but you honestly don’t care. It’s not like you have your eyes on Yeonjun or anyone else but Beomgyu. You’re hopeless anyway. 

__________________

You and Beomgyu have easily settled back into your old routine, pre-hooking up. Like right now,  you’re cuddled up on his bed watching a movie as if nothing had ever happened–as if you’ve never touched him–as if just the feeling of his body wrapped around yours isn’t scorching your skin. 

“I can’t believe we’re watching this stupid movie again.” You groan, shoveling popcorn into your mouth. 

“Hey! I’ll have you know that Top Gun is one of the greatest pieces of cinema ever made.” He defends his favorite movie fiercely. 

“The greatest bore ever made you mean.” You grumble and he kicks your leg. “Shut up. I don’t insult your stupid horror movies when you make me watch them.” 

“You just did!” You retort, and he scoffs. “Well they’re stupid.” 

“Whatever. We’re watching The Shining after this.” 

“No we’re not!” He protests heatedly, and you answer back just as passionately. “Why not? We agreed we would watch one movie horribly picked by you, and another very superiorly picked by me.” 

He looks down at his hands, mumbling quietly. “You know those twins freak me out. I won’t be able to sleep for a week if we watch that.” 

“Aw, Beommie.” You coo, propping a finger under his chin to make him look up at you. “Well tough luck, wuss. We’re watching it.” 

“I hate you.” He whines, burying his face into your neck. 

Yup, all back to normal. You don’t want to cry because just the light brush of his breath against your skin sends your nervous system into overdrive. Nope. You’re all good. Just two friends watching a terrible movie. 

_______________________________

For a guy who just said he’s so afraid of The Shining, he won’t be able to sleep, he sure is sleeping very soundly right now. 

You glare down at him. He made you sit all through that stupid movie and he’s knocked out half-way through yours. You’d wake him up and give him a severe talking to if you weren’t so incredibly, wonderfully comfortable right now. You feel so warm and toasty with his long body wrapped around you like this, and the view you have–his face resting against your chest so close you can count his eyelashes… it was heaven for you. You suppose you’ll let him sleep for a bit more. 

Maybe you should get some shut-eye too. You’ve been so tired staying up all night studying for the test you took earlier this morning that you can’t help dozing off yourself, his embrace more comfortable than a bed of clouds to you. 

You were feeling so fucking peaceful, the weight of sleep helping to push down all your negative feelings that you don’t even pay much attention to Beomgyu’s repeated movements at first, just chalking them up to him shifting around to try to get comfortable like you. 

Sure, it was taking longer than was reasonable and he was pressing himself closer and closer to you each time, but it’s not like you were going to complain. The closer to Beomgyu, the better, right? It’s only when you feel something hard pushing up against your thigh that you realize what exactly is happening. 

"Beommie, what are you doing?" You mutter sleepily. 

He goes rigid and it takes him a while to respond. "...nothing."

You would have let it go if you didn’t still feel his hard cock against you. “Oh, really?” You challenge, moving your thigh up against him, ripping a deep groan from his throat. “Then what is this?” 

“Okay, okay, I really missed you.” He groans, wrapping his entire body around you. “And you just felt too good against me.” 

You scoff. “Have you no self control?” You ask even as you move your thigh against his cock. 

“No.” He admits, full on humping you. “Just need you.” 

“Beomgyu…” You pretend to hesitate, not wanting to let him off the hook quite so easily, not wanting him to see how much you need him too.

“Please, baby.” He begs, voice even deeper with sleep and all husky. That was your undoing. 

“Fine. You can keep going, fuck me.” You ‘finally’ relent, but the spoiled brat isn’t content with that. He tries to pull your shorts down. “Can I actually fuck you?” 

“No! I meant you can fuck my thigh.” You clarify, silencing his emerging protests with your finger in his mouth. “It’s bad enough that I’m letting you hump me like a rabid dog. You don’t get more.” 

“But this is so humiliating.” He whines through your finger before burying his face against your shoulder as he continues to vigorously dry hump you, miming fucking you the best he can. 

"I've seen you hump your body pillow before– More times than I would have liked– This is an upgrade for you, you pervert."

"You're so mean." He whines again and you snort. "I'm helping get your virgin ass off. How am I mean?"

“You’re just so mean.” He cries, grinding fervently against you. 

“And you’ve gone brain-dead again.” You laugh, “Come on, baby. Just focus on getting off. You’re almost there aren’t you?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Then come on. I want to feel you cumming against my thigh. It would be really fucking sexy.” You drawl, pulling his head back so he can look at you. 

“Y-yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You trace a finger over his perfect lips, resisting the urge to kiss them. Fuck, now that you’ve had a taste, it’s like you’ve developed a craving to them. This is why you should have never let him kiss you. “You’re so pretty, wanna see you lose control.” 

“Okay–okay… if you want it.” He stares at you deeply, and you nod.  

“I really do.” You murmur, “Want you to cum all over yourself for me.” 

“You’re so fucking dirty.” He growls, pushing your legs open and pressing himself between your them so he’s humping your pussy instead of your thigh. 

“Hey! Bad boy!” You screech, stuttering when his cock brushes against your clit. Your hand goes out to grab him by the hair. “Bad b-boy.” 

“Please, please, don’t make me let go.” He pants, his hips driving into yours roughly. “I’m almost there. Gonna cum for you, pretty.” 

You hesitate at the nickname, loosening your grip. 

"No, pull my hair harder. I like it when you’re rough with me."

"Now who's the dirty one?" 

"I can't help it." He sucks in a sharp breath, "You drive me crazy." 

Well, that makes two of you.

"Fuck, Beommie." You gasp, pulling on his hair and making him lose it. The way his cock is grinding against your clit making you reach the edge yourself. If he keeps this up, you might actually…

"Oh god, yes, yes, fuck!' He shudders and can tell by the warmth soaking his pants and the way he presses his hips snug against yours that he had orgasmed. 

Oh well, so much for that. 

"Did… did you cum?" He asks once he had caught his breath a bit. 

"No." You admit awkwardly, a little breathless yourself, and he looks disappointed. "It's okay, I'll take care of it."

"But I wanna do it." He whines. “Let me.” 

"No, Beomgyu." You refuse to let him feel how wet you are right now. He can’t know how much you want him. You can’t let him touch you because if he did, you don’t know if you would ever get enough.

"Why not?” He huffs, annoyed. “Why don't you want me to touch you? Do you find me so repulsive?"

"Don't be ridiculous.” You grit out. How very Beomgyu to be this oblivious. “You’re very handsome.” 

"You clearly don't think so. Otherwise you wouldn't freak out every time I try to touch you." He snaps, “Listen, I know I’m no Yeonjun, but you don’t have to make me feel so hideous.” 

“This has nothing to do with Yeonjun or you, you ass.” You lie through your teeth. "I'm just not ready to let anyone touch me yet, okay? Unlike you I’m not just looking to get my rocks off. This actually means something to me.”

“So it’s okay to meaninglessly get someone off but it’s not okay to let them get you off too?” He calls you out on your flawed logic.

“Yes.” You double down anyway, and he opens his mouth to argue but you beat him to it, realizing you need to end this discussion before you say something stupid. “See? This is exactly why I didn’t want us to hook up again. Maybe we should–”

“No, no! Fine, I’ll back off.” He puts his hands up in the air, literally backing off. “I won’t try to touch you or kiss you or do anything to you anymore. Only you can do what you want.”

“Beomgyu–”

“Please! I really don’t want this to end. It feels good being with you.” He pleads. God, he has no idea what he’s doing to you. It’s unfair that he has this much effect on you and he doesn’t even know it. 

You really shouldn’t say yes. This is only going to end in disaster, if you say yes. 

“Fine.” 

____________

“I can’t do this. I can’t. I’m just going to go home.” Beomgyu exclaims, freaking out in his small dressing room. He and his band have been invited to play at one of the most popular spots in town. It’s a huge opportunity for them, and so naturally it comes with a great deal of pressure, which Beomgyu is definitely feeling. 

“No! You can’t!” You intercept him, holding onto him tightly so he won’t escape. “You’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this for years! You can’t just go.” 

“But I am freaking out. I am going to make a fool of myself if I go on that stage. I know I will.” He cries, looking at you with pure panic in his eyes that is actually contagious. But you fight to keep in control of yourself. You have to be the rational one for him. 

“You are going to do great–”

“You don’t know that. They will hate me. They’re boo me. Oh, god, they’re going to throw things at me. I have to go. I have to–” 

You grab his face and kiss him, shutting him up, and even though this time you’re prepared for the kiss, the feel of his lips still takes you off guard. There is nothing in the world that could prepare you for the electricity you feel whenever your lips touch, and this time when you hold onto him, it’s to keep yourself from falling to the ground.

“You won’t.” You tell him once you bring yourself to pull away from the kiss. Or once you run out of oxygen that is. “You’re the most talented musician I know. I know you’re freaking out right now but once you’re out there, you’re going to put on the greatest show those people have ever seen. I know you will, because you’re that good!” 

“You kissed me.” He mumbles, confused. 

“Well, you wouldn’t shut up.” You mutter nervously. 

“Right.” He clears his throat, and it’s silent for a few seconds before he looks at you shyly. “You really think I’m the most talented musician, you know?” 

“I know you are.” You say truthfully. 

“Even more than Yeonjun?” He asks and you roll your eyes. “Even more than Yeonjun.”

He grins widely, triumphant. “Okay. I will go out there and show those fuckers how it’s done.” He says confidently, taking a step towards the stage before he quickly doubles back. “But before I go… another kiss for good luck?”

Oh god, you’re being put through hell and you have no one to blame but yourself. 

“Don’t get used to this.” You roll your eyes, pulling him into another kiss. 

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Beomgyu does amazing. Maybe it’s the stage lights, maybe it’s the sway of the music, maybe it’s the energy of the crowd, maybe it’s how happy he looks up there–but you’ve never been so in love with him. And so proud, and so amazed, and so bewitched. 

And it seems everyone around you thinks the same. The crowd absolutely went wild for him and his band. They cheered loudly after every song. They hooted and clapped whenever one of the boys interacted with them. They enthusiastically answered their questions and followed their requests. It all went so well, you just know this gig has secured them many more in the future, and you like to think that you helped in your own way, by keeping the lead guitarist from running away before the concert. 

Said guitarist grabs you and hauls you off the ground in a suffocating hug as soon as he sees you backstage. “Did you see that? Did you hear how loudly they cheered for us?” 

“So loudly I think one of my eardrums has ruptured actually.” You laugh, making a show of pulling at your ear. “You guys did so amazing, Beommie! The band absolutely blew everyone away!”

“Who cares about the band? I rocked!” He shakes you excitedly. 

“Yes, you did.” You easily give in to him fishing for compliments. He deserves it. “You were the star of the show. I heard so many people around me–”

“Oh my god.” Beomgyu gasps, staring at something behind you. 

“What?”

“It’s Haeun.”

You look back to see the devil herself. “Oh.” 

“Beommie!” She greets him enthusiastically, coming over. Beommie? That’s your nickname for him. You’re the only one who calls him that!

“You did really well.” She enthuses, making him puff his chest out like a goddamn rooster. “Y-you l-liked it?” 

“Of course, I did. I always knew you’re so talented.” 

You can’t help the snort that escapes you, and they both look at you, Beomgyu mortified and Haeun unimpressed. “Sorry, something was stuck in my throat.” You mutter, wishing the ground would swallow you up right about now.  

“Anyways,” She rolls her eyes at you then pins him with a flirty look so thick you think you could actually suffocate on it “What I was saying is that you looked really good up there.”

He gulps, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She coos, stepping closer to him and running her hand down his arm through his sleeveless shirt until she reaches his hand and pulls it up, playing with his fingers. “You really know how to finger those strings, huh? I wonder if the guitar is the only thing you can play?”

Once again, you can’t keep in the noise of disgust that came from deep within you, but this time neither Beomgyu nor her pay any attention to you. 

“Uh—well—I–” He stutters dumbly. Typical.

“Why don’t you and the band come to the party I am hosting Friday? Maybe you can show me those moves up close?” She winks at him. 

“Hell y-yeah. I’ll be there.” He chokes out and she smiles widely. “Great. See you then.” She leans in to press a kiss to his cheek and you almost reach out to scratch her eyes out but you contain yourself. 

She gives you one last snobby look before throwing her hair back and walking off. Beomgyu stares after her, dazed. "Am I crazy or did she just flirt with me?" 

“Come on, Beomgyu, apes are more subtle than her.” You grumble, the fire of jealousy consuming your insides. “Anyways, you know she’s only doing this because you’re becoming successful, right? She always treated you as a loser before, never giving you the time of day, but now suddenly that you gain a shred of popularity, she starts liking you?" 

"Oh." He pauses for a second, and you reach out to pat his back, wishing to comfort him, when he breaks into a huge grin. “So what you’re saying is that I’m popular and she likes me? Awesome!” 

“Ugh.” You storm away, followed behind by a confused Beomgyu.

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“Since I did really well today, don’t I deserve a reward?” Beomgyu grabs you as soon as you’re back at your apartment, pulling you flush against him and trying to kiss you.

Now, you would have loved to give in. That kiss you shared earlier still tingles at your lips, but not after what he did. The nerve of him after slobbering all over another woman in front of you!

“Wait until the party, maybe she’ll give you your reward.” You push him away, disgusted at the thought of it. But Beomgyu continues proving to you why he easily wins the title of least aware person in the entire universe. “But I want my reward now.” 

“God, Beomgyu, you really know how to turn a girl on.” You growl, shoving him out of your way. “Go to sleep.” 

"What's your problem?" You hear him ask before you slam the door shut. 

You rip your clothes off–band merch you wore to support the idiot–and put on a long shirt. Which as soon as you settle under the covers, you discover actually belongs to him, his scent all over it and drowning you in unwanted feelings. 

You don’t care that she came on to him. You don’t care that she invited him to her party. You don’t care that he’ll probably go and she’ll make a move on him and he’ll fall deeper in love with her and she’ll have him all wrapped around her finger and–

Okay, you care. You care too much. You can’t handle the thought of it any longer, but you can’t reveal your real feelings. It will be the end of you. No, you have to bottle it all down. 

‘You can’t let it show.’ You think to yourself as you curl into a ball, shutting out the outside world and even your own memories, trying to just be claimed by sleep. 

But the world isn’t that fair, and through your curled form you can hear the sound of Beomgyu moaning out. You can’t quite hear what he’s saying but you’ve heard him enough times to know exactly what he’s doing. 

You bet he’s thinking of her. You bet he’s imagining fingering her. You can’t allow that. Not while you’re lying here breaking over him.

You throw the covers off you and storm to his room, bursting the door open. 

“Hey!” He cries out, trying to cover his junk. 

You roll your eyes. “It’s just me. No need to freak out.” 

“What are you doing here?”

“I heard you from my room.” You say plainly. “You weren't exactly subtle. Now let me see.”

“But I thought you–”

“Do you want it or not?”

He only hesitates for a second, the whore, before he throws the blanket away.  You roll your eyes, getting onto the bed and grabbing his dick, pumping it in your hand. He immediately flops back, relaxing into your touch. “Oh god, I needed this.”

"Yeah? Got all horny from the way everyone was eyeing you up? You know you really gave Yeonjun a run for his money with how slutty you were acting." You mutter bitterly. Yes, you enjoyed the show, but it wasn’t only Haeun eyeing him up. 

Beomgyu glares at you. "Can we not talk about him while you're fisting my cock?" 

“Whatever.” You brush him off, focused on something else right now. "So, thinking of fucking any of your new fans?"

“Hmmm.” He mumbles, and you can see from the way his eyes have gone all glazed that he’s not paying attention. “You. I really wanna fuck you.” He thrusts into your hand, whining. 

"You wish." 

"I really do." He breathes out, and your own breath stutters. Man, this is dangerous but you can’t stop. You speed up your movement, making Beomgyu wince. 

“Wait, dry, dry, hurts.” Beomgyu whines at the chafing feeling, and you almost feel bad for him if it weren’t for his next words. “Why don’t you put it in your mouth to get it wet?” 

You snort, seeing right through him. “You’re not slick, gyu.”

“But it really is dry.” He pouts, making a show of expressing his pain as you continue to jerk him off, and you sigh, removing your hand. “Where is your lube?” 

“In your mouth.” He replies like a smartass and you pin him down with a glare. “I can always stop, you know?”

“Okay, okay, it’s in the drawer.” He gives up, pointing to his bedside cabinet, and you quickly look away from his adorable pout, knowing if you look at it too long you’d just give him everything he wants. 

“What the fuck is this?” You pause in your tracks once you open up the drawer.

“What?” He asks, a confused look on his face that quickly turns to horror once he sees what you’ve fished out of the drawer. 

You hold up a fleshlight and a pair of panties silently, waiting for him to explain. Panties that you know too well, your own fucking panties in fact. 

“I can explain.”

“Yes, please. Explain to me how you’re such a massive pervert who steals his best friend’s panties so he can jerk off with them.” 

“You’re not just my best friend.” He protests lamely and your stupid heart swells up against your best efforts, only for him to smash it to pieces again. “We mess around and you get me so horny, I can't help but imagine what you'd feel like. But I know you don't want that so I had to get creative."

Well, it’s still a compliment, right? He’s jerking off with your panties, not hers. Then again, you’re his roommate and he has easier access to your underwear. 

You throw the items at him. “Show me what you do with them.”

"But I don't wanna… I want you." He whimpers, leaning towards you and trying to kiss you. 

"Tough luck.” You hiss, pushing him away. “I want to see." 

He groans, grabbing the lube and squirting a generous amount onto the toy before pushing it in with his fingers… in and out, in and out. 

Okay, that bitch may have had a point about his fingers. 

"Get to it already." You snap, mouth dry. 

"I'm just getting it ready, sheesh." He mutters, finally lining the toy up with his cock before moving it down his length. 

"Oh…" He sighs, head falling back as the toy takes his cock. 

"Feels good?" You whisper, and he nods, pulling the toy off with a wet sound, taking a second to catch his breath before pushing it down again. 

"God, you're pathetic." You mutter, more to yourself than to him. You're so fucking turned on right now, you’re sure you’re more wet than that fucking toy. "Fucking a plastic pussy because you can't get laid?"

"You wanna volunteer to f-fuck me instead?" He grits out but it sounds more like a moan with how much he's struggling to not succumb to the pleasure. 

“Is that what you think about when you're fucking yourself?" You ask and he hesitates, the toy slipping off his cock. 

God, his cock looked so good–so hard and glistening and thick. You wanna throw that stupid toy away and take him instead… but you can't. So you grab the hand he has holding the toy and make him move it to his cock again. 

He gasps as you push it back down. “Ah…y-yeah. Think about fucking you all the time.” 

It takes everything in you not to put your hand between your legs and rub yourself off right now. “And what do you do with the panties?” 

He freezes, a deep blush dusting his cheeks. “I don’t wanna say.” 

Now that just makes you want to know all the more. “You know I can always leave?” You threaten and he groans, his hips bucking into the toy. “Stop saying that. It’s not fair.” 

“Show me.” You insist and he whimpers, not looking at you as he grabs the panties with his free hand and pulls them towards his face, taking a whiff off them. 

“Oh my god, you freak.” You gasp, your thighs pressing together at the obscene sight. 

“No, please–”

“I didn't say you could stop.” You snap when he drops his hand and stops fucking his fleshlight. 

He whimpers, bringing the cloth back to his face, his tongue peeking out to lick against the fabric. 

“Fuck, you’re disgusting.” 

He whines again, shaking his head. “Just wanna taste you.” 

You cock your head to the side curiously. “You wanna taste me?”

“Uh-huh.” He nods dumbly, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head at the thought of it. Well, who are you to deny him something he wants this badly?

You put your hand down your shorts, nearly making him choke as he watches you rub your soaking pussy a little bit to coat your fingers before bringing them out and holding them for him to see. You spread your fingers apart, showing him the strings of arousal between them. “You want this?” 

He drops the panties and sticks his tongue out like a dog begging for a treat, his hips never ceasing their rutting into his toy, the sticky sound of his cock pushing in and out ringing against your ears.  “Please…please…” 

“Okay, quit drooling.” You mutter in disgust at the saliva falling onto the sheets below, and move your hand towards him. As soon as your fingers are within reach, he takes them fully into his touch, moaning out at the taste. 

He sucks them off, his tongue licking up any juices in between your fingers until there is none left. Then he pants, “More…sit on my face.” 

You pull your hand away, your pussy quivering at the thought but you don’t let it show. “No way. You don’t deserve it.” 

“Why not? I’ve been good. Haven’t I been good?” 

‘Not when you’re thirsting over her.’ You think to yourself bitterly. 

“Please.” 

“I said no.” You shut him down, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun of your own.  Finally giving into the temptation, you slip a hand into your shorts as you watch him continue to fuck his toy.

Beomgyu groans out loud. “Oh, come on. Now you’re just teasing me.” 

“How am I teasing you?” You grin, rubbing your clit as you watch him lose it over you. Yeah, this is why you continue to do this. This will be your undoing. 

“You know how much I wanna touch you. Just come on up and sit on my face.”

“No.” 

“Please. I can make you feel better than your fingers can. Just give me a chance.” 

“Oh please, you’re a virgin, Beomgyu. I know you have no experience. I’m better off fucking myself.” You laugh at him. 

“Yes, I do. Look at this.” He leans forward, pressing his fleshlight against the bed and fucking into it. 

“Is that how you imagine fucking me?” 

“Yeah–you always take it so well.” 

Fuck, he really knows how to get you going. 

You shake your head. “Well I’m not a plastic toy for you to hammer your dick into. I need to feel pleasure too.”

“Then teach me.” He cries out desperately. “You can make me do whatever you want. I won’t say no.” 

“Are you whoring yourself out to me?” 

“Yes. I’m your whore.” He agrees, his dick thrusting wildly into his toy, and you in turn pushing your fingers into yourself and matching his pace, pretending he’s fucking you. “Just please do something. I’m going to burst.” 

“But I want you to burst, baby.” You lean closer to him, brushing your nose against his. “I like how pathetic you look cumming on yourself or in a pocket pussy. You’re such a fucking loser.” 

He’s nearly gasping at this point. “Come on, please. Wouldn’t having my cock inside you feel so much better than your fingers? Just pin me down and use me the way you like. I don’t mind.” 

He’s driving you fucking crazy. You’re one second away from breaking. And maybe you would have, if he hadn’t kept talking. 

“Just need to feel a real pussy.” 

How does he always do this? He always ruins it for himself, always reminds you that you’re just a pair of tits and a warm pussy for him. Not who he really wants, just what’s available. 

You sigh heavily, taking your fingers away from your pussy. “I’m getting bored. If you don’t blow your load now, then you can do it by yourself.” 

“No, no. I can do it. I’m a good boy.”

“Yeah? Are you a good, pretty slut who cums on command?” You mock him, but he doesn’t care. He wants it too bad. 

“Yeah. Just–just give me a kiss.” He pleads, and seeing your face, he quickly adds. “Just a kiss and I’ll empty my balls out for you.” 

Well, it’s not like this would be the most egregious mistake you’ve ever made. You’ve already kissed him. Might as well get this over with and go back to your bed so you can wallow in how you’re nothing but a warm body to him. 

“Fine.” You press your lips against his and he immediately opens his mouth, his tongue licking your lips, trying to push inside. You let him, wrapping your lips around his tongue and sucking on it before brushing against it with your own tongue. Meanwhile, you sneak your hand between you, taking control of the fleshlight and pumping it rapidly over his sensitive cock, not even giving him a chance.

“Do it then. Now.” You demand, your lips still connected together with a thick string of saliva. “Oh god, oh my god, cumming, cumming baby.” 

He kisses you again, muffling the noises of his climax against your mouth, and you take every bit of it like you can never get enough. 

But eventually he pulls back, his high over and not needing you anymore. 

“God, that was crazy.” He says at last. 

“Yeah. Learned a lot about you and what you like to do behind closed doors.” You mutter, and his eyes widen. 

“Listen, it’s not–”

“It’s not what I think, I know. You’re just a pervert who needed some help getting off. I get it. But next time you take one of my panties, I’m breaking your arms.” 

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A/N: well I think there is one more chapter or at most two left of this series. kind of a short one. what are we thinking so far? always open to hear ideas. i just thought of an ending but i'd love to hear from you guys. maybe i'll be inspired

Taglist: @wonwooz1 @yaorzu-blog @allylikesdabee @rkivezzs @malieno @leviathanlee26 @yomomas-stuff @kurisaiyunobara @girlwholovekpop

this was just a provisional taglist as i don't usually do one. it's just a few people have specifically asked to be tagged so there you go

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[ghstzzn]

summer, night | choi beomgyu

pairing: choi beomgyu x f!reader wc: 1.9k

summary: when your date ends up being crashed by a thunderstorm, you have no choice but to camp out in your boyfriends car. luckily, he knows just what to do to pass time.

warnings/tags: fluff, smut, unprotected sex, very soft - not so descriptive smut, fingering, pet names (baby, pretty) idk thats it

note: my last re-upload i think?? this is from my deleted account yunho-mp3, so if it seems familiar that's whyyyyhfiawghkrebk. i think ill die if i write another summary

“beomgyu,” you whine, ”i seriously can't do this!”

beomgyu comes to a slow stop on his skateboard, kicking the board up and holding it with one hand. he turns around and faces you, seeing that you were still about fifteen feet behind him, he grins widely. 

“baby, it's not as hard as you're making it out to be.”

“it is!” you reply, falling to a crouch dramatically. “it’s not fair, you are just a pro. i can’t even balance on the stupid thing without you holding me.”

beomgyu makes his way towards you, the grin on his face never falling. “do you want me to hold you then?”

you look up at him and scoff.

“stand up, pretty.” he takes you hand in his and balances you back onto the board. “you’re doing fine, you just keep freaking yourself out and it messes you up.”

he lets go of your hands, leaving you to balance by yourself. beomgyu crouches at your feet, softly moving your feet as you grab onto his shoulders for support. when he stands up again, you feel comfortable in your stance.

“does that feel better?” he asks you. you nod your head in reply and he turns to step back onto his board to demonstrate. “when you want to move, keep this foot planted on the board - make sure to keep your weight on it too.” 

you slowly copy his movements, flailing your arms in the process in fear that you’ll fall if you don't. 

“don’t do that either,” beomgyu catches your arm, setting it down by your side, “you’ll lose balance quicker and lose focus of the weight on your board. now watch, baby.”

beomgyu slowly gains speed on his skateboard, making sure to stay as slow as possible while demonstrating his movements clearly for you. “your turn. slowly.” 

he sits there as he waits for you to start moving, but you remain frozen, staring at the cement in front of you. you were beyond thankful it was later and beomgyu had brought you to a smaller, more quieter skatepark.

“can you just-” you pause, motioning your arms towards yourself. “please?” 

beomgyu lets out a faint sigh as he makes his way towards you once more. you smile to yourself when he places his hands on your waist, “ready?”

“yes!” 

beomgyu holds you upright as you start to press down onto the ground to move. you start slowly so you can gain balance and momentum (and so your boyfriend can keep right next to you) but after a minute, beomgyu has let go of you, unnoticed, and soon you were gliding smoothly around the park. 

“oh my god, babe!” you shout. beomgyu watches, smiling wide at the way you weren’t freaking out. “i’m doing it!”

“see! i knew you could do it.” he shouts back. “slow down a little, baby, i want to ride next to you.”

slowly but surely, even after a few accidents, you and beomgyu were side by side skating - holding hands at some points and laughing with each other when one of you (mostly you) would trip up and fall off the board. 

half an hour later, you and your boyfriend were sitting side by side along one of the ramps in the park, dangling your legs against the drop. the park had emptied out not long ago and you both became tired after skating for a few hours straight. 

beomgyu had many hobbies, from music to photography, and one of them was skating. it wasn’t something he did often but he had mentioned wanting to teach you on your first date together. now, fast forward almost 5 months later, he finally got to. 

“i can’t wait for you to get really good at this so we can skate in my favorite spots together,” he suddenly says, his breath showing in the cold air. “and so you can do sick tricks and i can totally film them then post them to show off how i totally got you to that point.”

“oh, you’re so romantic, beomgyu.” you know your shoulders against his. 

he lets chuckles quietly, muttering how he’s just that good of a teacher.

“but you’re right, it gets easier when i stop thinking about how i'm constantly going to fall.”

you fall deep into conversation, resting your head on his shoulders as you watch him fiddle with the digital camera in his hands. beomgyu brought it to record small parts of the date and take pictures of you both. it’s only been five months since he had asked you to officially be his girlfriend, but you were sure he would be the one you were to spend the rest of your days with. 

you flinch when you feel small droplets of water hit your hand, looking up, you can see the sky softly light up from lightning. 

“was it supposed to storm tonight?” you ask beomgyu.

he digs in his back pocket for his phone, pulling up the weather app when he retrieves it. 

“i could've sworn it was going to be clear skies tonight,” beomgyu replies, flashing his screen towards you, “look. It’s supposed to storm for the next few hours.”

you sit up and stretch your shoulders, rolling your head around to stretch your neck, “well, let’s get back before it starts here. movie at mine?”

“sure. i parked kind of far so we should go like… right now.” a loud thunderclap strikes when he finishes his sentence, making you and beomgyu both jump at the sound.

as you both make your way to beomgyu’s car, the wind picks up and rain falls harder, urging you to speed walk. not even seconds pass before puddles are forming and the rain is coming down harshly. you and beomgyu are practically running and screaming, spitting out profanities when you reach his car and it’s not immediately unlocking when he clicks his fob.

“it’s freezing!” you squeal out, reaching for the knobs inside to turn the heat on. you scream and hide your face in your hands when cold air blows out instead of hot, uncovering your face when the vents start warming up. 

“god, it’s fucking pouring.” beomgyu states.

“we probably shouldn’t drive right now.” you say, watching large puddles form in the parking lot. you turn in your seat to face beomgyu, who was already staring at you. “what?”

“you look really pretty tonight.”

you mess with the sleeve of your sweater, blushing at his sudden words. beomgyu taps at his phone, eventually finding a calming playlist to play, setting his phone down on the center console. you continue to observe beomgyu, your gaze catching onto his strong facial features. his long, fluffy hair that was slightly damp from running in the rain - it was your favorite physical attribute of his, you could lay for hours treading your fingers through his hair, the best part was that he’d always let you. 

“you too.” beomgyu shoots you a confused glance. 

“you also look really pretty tonight.” you whisper.

“i tried. took me all day to get my hair like this and took me three days to pick these.” he replies, motioning towards his ripped jeans. 

you giggle and swat beomgyu’s shoulder, “i should refrain from complimenting you.”

“wait baby, noo, compliment me more!” you shake your head no at his pleas, calling him egotistical. beomgyu leans closer to you, resting his elbows on the console in between you both. “tell me i’m pretty again.”

you place your hands on both of his cheeks, squeezing them softly. “you’re soo pretty, my love. the prettiest ever!”

he laughs loudly at your praises, “outsold. ate. face card never declining.. well, sometimes.”

“hey!” 

you giggle at his response.

“what do you mean sometimes?” beomgyu whines. “mean girl.”

you close the gap in between the two of you, gently laying a kiss on his soft lips. when you pull away, beomgyu goes in for more. “how should we pass time?” he asks in between kisses.

“i feel like you already have something in mind.” 

“we don’t have to, baby. we are in a parking lot so i understand.” he mutters against your lips.

“only if you don’t want to.”

beomgyu shakes his head, “get back there, cutie.”

you smile, climbing over the center console and yelping when beomgyu suddenly pinches your thigh with his nails. he follows you to the back seat, immediately landing his lips on yours before he even situates himself. you comb your fingers through his hair, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. beomgyu wastes no time sliding his hands up and under your flowy miniskirt, grabbing your hips from underneath the material and pulling you under him. 

you let out a quiet moan when beomgyu suddenly grinds into you, the material of his jeans creating more friction. beomgyu trails wet kisses down your neck, pulling the collar of your sweater down to reach your collarbones, sucking at your skin every so often. 

“was this your plan?” you breathe out, your boyfriend looking up and smirking at you. 

“do you mean the rain?” he asks, feigning innocence.

“the sex in the c-” your sentence coming to a stop when beomgyu suddenly lays the pads of his fingers under your panties, circling your clit.

“sorry? i didn’t quite get that, baby.” you roll your eyes and bring him back to your lips, passion burning through more than before as he continues to work you with his fingers.

despite not even being together for half a year, beomgyu knew how to work your body perfectly - even with just his hands he can have you falling apart. it’s no wonder why you found yourself falling head over heels for him so fast. the knot in your stomach grew tighter as beomgyu continued his pace, occasionally slipping his fingers in your warmth, stretching and curling them inside of you. 

“mh- beomgyu, almost.” you moan against his lips.

“go ahead, pretty.” you arch into him as your orgasm hits you, whining into beomgyu’s neck as he rides you through it.

“i don’t have a condom, baby. do you?” he asks.

you shake your head rapidly, whimpering and grabbing at his jeans, “don’t care, just need you please, gyu.”

soon enough, beomgyu is thrusting inside of you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you take his length. one hand lays under your sweater as the other is against the window to steady himself.

“so good, baby, you’re so good,” he groans, “so pretty and perfect for me.”

it’s not before long when you’re reaching your second high as beomgyu reaches his, falling into your neck as he cums inside of you, groaning and slowing his thrusts to a stop. you try to catch your breath as you run your fingers through his hair, tugging softly as a way to let him know not fall asleep despite the compromising position. he sits up, leaving a few more soft kisses on you.

“you look beautiful like this.” he said, rubbing your side softly. you chuckle and mutter a soft thank you, wincing when he suddenly pulls out to clean both you and himself up. 

the rain hadn’t stopped, but it had gotten way lighter. you laid against beomgyu, comparing his hand size to yours as you both watched the rain continue to hit the windshield.

“gyu?” you break the comforting silence.

“yeah?” 

“thank you for choosing me.”

your eyes meet each other, and you can almost see the genuine love he has for you within his. the way his gaze meets yours is nothing but soft and full of love and adoration for you.

“i should really be thanking you, my pretty girl.” beomgyu replies, voice barely above a whisper as he lays a kiss against your head. “i love you. let’s go watch that movie at your place, yeah?”

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[soobibabe]

sending them nudes during an argument

starring: yeonjun, soobin, beomgyu, taehyun, kai warnings: heavily suggestive, fluff

#tomorrow x together #yeonjun #soobin #beomgyu #taehyun #kai #txt #smau #soobibabe #kpop smau #fem reader #smut #fluff #txt smau #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #hueningkai #hyuka #kpop #txt x reader #soobin smut

[sunoooism]

› summary : what txt do when you're feeling sad ! (separately)

› fluff , comfort / wc: 691

› warnings : mentions of sadness, little bit of crying, a few kisses, hand holding, not proofread, gn!reader. muias writing comeback ?? 😓 literally praying this shows up in tags caused it's queued. ALSO, I WILL NOT HAVE ANY PORRIDGE SLANDER.

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choi yeonjun

→ cooks for you

you sniffle as yeonjun places a bowl of porridge in front of you, wiping your watery eyes with the ends of your knitted jumper. "thanks, 'jun."

"of course, pretty." he smiles, leaning down to dab at your damp cheeks. you let him do it for you, his touch so delicate, as though he thought you'd crack without it. he finished his ministrations with a tender kiss to your puffy cheek.

"'m gonna get some jam for your porridge."

your face lights up a little. "raspberry ?"

you can hear yeonjun chuckle as he rummages around your cupboards, fetching an unopened jar of jam before he makes his way back to you and your steaming bowl of oats.

"duh, what else." his lips quirk up as he let a dollop of the sweet spread melt into your food.

choi soobin

→ takes you on a walk

you let out a yawn, the chilly air filling your lungs as you continued strolling down the narrow road with your boyfriend. his gloved hand was tightly clutching yours, making sure to keep you on the inside of the pathway and away from moving cars.

"you look so cute, all bundled up like that." soobin chuckles, staring down at you with his scarf and earmuffs practically swallowing you whole. and a fluffy coat that fell past your knees just like he insisted.

"I really think you should have worn gloves like I said..."

"binnie, I'm fine, I promise." you smile lovingly, leaning against his side as he kept your hands warm in his. with him, you already felt better and your heart a little lighter.

choi beomgyu

→ tries to cheer you up with his jokes

"what ? you didn't think that one was funny ?"

he's grinning, and you're trying your absolute hardest not to as well. your hardest wasn't enough though, apparently.

as soon as Beomgyu sees your lips quirk up —even if it's the smallest smile to ever exist— he's wrapping you in his arms and squeezing tightly.

"ah, see ! you do think I'm funny !"

it's not even the joke itself that makes you laugh. his smile is contagious, and even if you wanted to stay sad and wallow in self pity some more you couldn't, he wouldn't let you.

"mmm, maybe a little..." your arms slip around his waist, squeezing him back as you sigh contently into his warmth.

kang taehyun

→ reads to you

you gazed up at taehyun as your head rested on his chest. just simply admiring him while he read to you. his voice was gentle and soft, adoring brown eyes flicking across the page. you had always loved when he'd read to you, especially when you were feeling down. he always managed to help.

he stole a quick glance at you, wondering if you'd maybe fallen asleep because of your stillness and silence. but when he caught you staring he let a small smile stretch out on his lips.

"do I have somethin' on my face ?" taehyun chuckles, placing a thumb in-between the pages of the book so as to not lose his place. you smile in return and brought a hand up to the hair which framed his face, tucking it away from his eyes and behind his ear.

"no. jus' wanted to look at you."

he grins, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose before continuing to read to you.

huening kai

→ doesn't let go of you

your room was blanketed with darkness, soft breaths and whispers of sweet nothings filled your head. the gentle scent of kai's cologne wafted around the cozy room. your boyfriend had you pressed against his chest, and he made sure to keep you close when he tangled his legs with yours.

"are you feeling a bit better ?" he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he let his thumb draw circles on your lower back. you hum at the soothing action, sighing contently into his chest.

"mhm, 'm feelin' a little better. thank you, hyuka."

kai smiles and presses a warm kiss to the top of your head, pulling you even closer until your nose was pressed into the juncture of his neck. the two of you lay there with one another in a comfortable silence, exchanging tender and chaste kisses as the melancholic feeling faded from your body.

©sunoooism

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[boba-beom]

model students | CHOI BEOMGYU NSFW MDNI

PAIRING. college students! beomgyu x fem!reader

GENRE. oneshot; smut, little fluff

WC. 1k

WARNINGS. oral (both rec.), making out, beomgyu’s filthy 🫠, college setting, petnames;(big boy, baby, pretty/good girl), car sex, kind of but nawt, subtle hair pulling, kind of academic rivals?, balls, cum swallowing, not cheating but reader was is seeing someone else :p not proofread and lmk if there's anything I've missed!

A/N. inspired by a scene in heartbreak high series s2 on netflix with a sprinkle of my own twists hehe the fact that I had a lot to drink this evening, I'm surprised my brain isn't so fried. or maybe it is idk lmao enjoy!

your legs found comfort—to some extent—over beomgyu’s broad shoulders. the heel of your shoes dirtying the white of his adidas jacket as you writhe under his hold. thankfully he brought that with him today otherwise your professors would have to ask about the subtle dirt stains along the middle of his back.

moans gradually pitching higher after every suck of his puffy lips on your clit or every flick of his tongue along your slit, a mess of slick of saliva combined dripping down your inner thighs to the leather of his seats.

your chest heaving and your eyes squeezing shut indicates how close you were to your release and you were closer than you thought. all it took was a couple more of beomgyu’s talented tongue lapping up at your core with his thumb rubbing small and quick circles on your nub.

“ah- oh fuck beomgyu, feels so good!” you borderline squeal, forgetting that the car door was open the whole time while he was kneeling on the ground.

“fucking hell baby, any louder and you’d get us both expelled.” he chuckles to himself, raising his head from between your quivering thighs with his glasses fogging up.

“oh shut up, don’t be so smug about it.” you let out an airy laugh, catching your breath from another one of your crazy good orgasms you get from the man before you.

beomgyu stands up fully, peering around to make sure no one else was in the parking lot apart from the both of you. you sit up and notice the bulge in his pants, your hands automatically attending to it and you almost moan at how hard he is.

“mmhm, lemme help you out, big boy.” you kiss him through his slacks, hands on his thighs as they tense under your hold.

“not gonna refuse that, let’s see what else that pretty mouth can do other than talk shit. model student my ass.” he scoffs, running his fingers through your hair and curling them to pull your head back, looking up at him and his shit eating grin.

“just admit you’re mad my team won that debate and you literally chat shit all the time, the fuck you mean.” you palm him harder, releasing his hold on your hair aggressively to unzip his pants.

“oh shut up and suck my dick- the only thing your mouth is good at.”

he pulls his boxers lower until his dick sprung out and you caught his tip in your mouth almost immediately. as much as you hated beomgyu talking shit, you loved watching him crumble from you sucking his girthy dick. he hisses when your tongue swirls around the head until you decided to take him in deeper, letting him lay his heavy dick on your tongue.

“mmphh, that’s it baby, such a good girl for me.” beomgyu looks down at you with hazy eyes, hands resting on the roof of the car while he tests out the movements in his hips.

at one point you stop lowering your mouth around his shaft and he takes it into his own hands to hold your head and fuck your throat until you were gargling spit on either side of your mouth.

if there was one thing beomgyu loved during a good head sesh, was that you have to be messy with him. make it super wet with your spit to push him closer to the edge. and at this point you knew he’d cum in no time.

and you needed that since you had around 5 minutes until your next class starts.

you fondle with his balls just the way he likes it—his staccato pace giving away he was about to cum. releasing him from your mouth your hands took over, maintaining that pace he had kept before.

“yeah? gonna give me all your load? c’mon, big boy, give it to me. only me right?” you look at him with wet doe eyes that pushes him over the edge; lips swollen, cheeks and chin wet.

he lets out the most sinful moan you’ve ever heard. and among all moans you’ve heard from him, that one has you rubbing your thighs, pussy fluttering over nothing.

beomgyu’s head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut with his hands back to gripping onto the edge of the roof of his car. you love the way his lips hang open, letting you hear just how down bad he is for you. moaning a string of “so good,” and “good girl,” as he cums on your tongue, some falling on the sides.

he pants, looking down at you milking the last few drops while you stare at each other, swallowing with no questions asked.

“wanna cum on your face next time, will you let me?” he whines, wanting to see your pretty face covered in his thick seed.

“gonna have to invite me over or something. can’t have your cum on my face during college hours.” you roll your eyes at him, cleaning up your clothes and around your mouth. “also, I swear down, don’t fucking tell anyone.”

“or else what?” beomgyu bites back, shoving his face in yours.

“or else you’ll have to go find some other pussy to eat, baby.” you whisper by his lips, tapping his cheek gently with your palm until you give him a hard kiss, parting with his bottom lip between your teeth as he groans. “yeah, thought so.”

you scoot out of his car, flattening out your skirt and throwing your bag over your shoulder. he watches you run up to someone. from afar all beomgyu could see was the guy had one dimple and grown out hair in almost a mullet.

“tyun!” you hug him and he keeps an arm around your waist as you walk to your next class together.

“how did debate go?”

“we won thanks to you, for helping me prepare for it, of course.” you smile up at him sweetly, and he notices a little glow on your cheeks. either from the good weather he thinks, or just because you’ve been glowing a lot recently.

“proud of you baby,” he kisses your temple twice before you both walk away.

jealousy sparks in beomgyu’s stomach after seeing the pda, but he ends up chuckling to himself as he changes out his jacket.

“you may kiss her forehead but she just sucked my dick,” he whispers, fully smug of himself.

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[ta3baee]

ಇ - 𝓶𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝓷𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

Pairing : Yeonjun x Chubby!Fem!Reader x Beomgyu

Warnings : Fingering on the couch, somewhat cockwarming, oc’s parents are oblivious to what is going on, you can imagine either Yeonjun or Beomgyu for this, I couldn’t decide between the two.

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Beomgyu/Yeonjun who joins you in a family movie night, sitting with you on the couch, blanket and snacks surrounding you both while your parents sit farther from you two.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who makes light convo with your parents when they ask his opinion about a scene in the movie.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who moves his hand to your upper thigh, simply smiling innocently at you when you look at him with a questioning glance.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who fiddles with the strings of your sweats, eventually pulling on it to loosen the waistband.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who takes notice of your parents dozing off just 30 minutes into the movie (quite boring in his opinion but don’t tell your parents that).

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who shushes you when you open your mouth to say something as his hand moves under your sweats, cupping your warm cunt through your underwear.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who stimulates you through your underwear, arousal drenching and ruining the fabric.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who has to slap his hand over your mouth to stop you from moaning as you cum.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who makes you lick his fingers clean before pulling you onto his lap, making it seem like you guys are just cuddling with a blanket over you incase your parents wake up.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who positions his dick between your thighs, slapping it against your cunt a few times.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who lifts you to position himself at your hole, almost moaning out loud himself when he finally penetrates you. If you listen close, you could already hear the lewd sounds coming from under the blanket.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who has to grip your tummy pouch to contain himself from fucking you raw, his nails leaving red little crescent marks.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who has to bite your shoulder to stop himself from moaning, your walls are so tight around him despite you cumming a few minutes ago.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun whose dick spasms as he cums deep in you and stays inside of you until your parents start waking up.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who makes sure not to let an ounce of his cum drop out of you once he pulls out, sliding your underwear up to replace his dick.

Beomgyu/Yeonjun who will be eating his cum out of you that same night.

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[junniieesbby]

🐻ིྀ PhotoBooth|Choi Beomgyu 🐻ིྀ

Pairing: Non Idol Beomgyu x F!reader

Genre: Established relationship! Smut, with fluff.

WC: 1K

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Summary: You are out with your boyfriend Beomgyu and come across a photo booth. You can’t help but drag him in there and make your fantasy a reality.

Warning: Public Sex, Oral (Male Receiving), Use of pet names. Creampie, breeding kink, biting. Let me know if I missed any.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Nothing mentioned in this fiction represents any of the characters.

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“Baby, look there is a photobooth, let's go please” You pouted while dragging your boyfriend to the booth. “Okay okay baby slow down” Your boyfriend chuckles at how eager you are.

Entering the photobooth you can't help but notice how tiny it really is. Beomgyu sat down first and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you down to sit on his lap. Sitting right on his crotch you couldn’t help but move to feel more comfortable earning a groan and a “behave” from Beomgyu.

“I was just getting situated silly!” you turn to face him, giving his cheek a peck. “Getting situated? Or trying to get fucked in a public?” Beomgyu remarks. “I would never turn down getting fucked in public, but you know what really wanna do right now?” You start to slightly grind on him. “What is it that you really wanna do?” He grips your hips to stop you. You can feel his hard on. You always loved making him feel this way just from a little friction.

“How about I show you.” You teasingly told him. Sliding down from his lap meeting with his covered crotch. You worked fast on unbuttoning his pants and pulling his dick out, giving it a few strokes. “I want a strip of photos where I’m sucking your cock baby” Beomgyu whimpers and nods.

You start giving his tip kitten licks while you stroked the rest of his dick. Teasing Beomgyu was your favorite thing to do. You would tease him and he would be a good boy and listen to you, but the moment you were done he would flip you over and fuck you like there was no tomorrow.

You started to take him in your mouth inch by inch until your nose met with his pelvis. You stayed there until you gagged. “Fuckkk baby your mouth is so warm and wet you're taking me so well” He reaches for your head and thrusts, making you gag on him once again.

You kept bobbing your head and making sure to pay attention to his balls as well massaging them or occasionally sucking on them. “Start the timer please I want my strip of photos with your cock in my mouth” Releasing one of his hands from your hair he started the timer for the photos. You couldn’t wait to see his face in all of the pictures.

You kept sucking him off and deep throating him to get the perfect pictures. “Princess if you keep going I’ll cum in your mouth and I need your pussy” He moans your name pulling you off. You grabbed the photos and looked at the faces he made. He had his mouth wide open with his eyes closed. In another he was biting his lip to stop from moaning too loud. You can see your own head and how he had his hands tangled in your head.They were so perfect exactly how you imagine.

“You got your strip of photos baby girl how bout you be a good girl and come hop on my cock so I can have my own set of photos with me inside that sweet pussy” Beomgyu says as he strokes his own dick. “Okay hot stuff and make sure you come in me please!” You tell him getting up and settling in his lap again. “My little whore needs my babies inside her I see.” He said aligning himself with your entrance allowing you to adjust to his size. “Yes very much so. I need you to breed me. I need your cum so bad” Beomgyu moans and smacks your ass at your dirty words.

“Ride my cock baby, use me to get us both off come on angel I know you got it in you.” At his words you start to ride and hop on his dick like you were a bunny in heat. “Just like that baby girl just like that. Let me lift your skirt up a little so the camera captures your cute ass” You were too fucked out to form any words and your walls started to clench around him. “Fuck your sweet cunt is going to squeeze all the cum out of me isn’t it?” He starts the timer knowing you are close and so was he wanting to capture the perfect moments.

“I'm so close baby please can I come?” You ask out of habit of always asking him before getting your release. “Go ahead baby i'm right there with you let me paint your walls white hmm” He reaches down and flicks your bud which makes you come leaning down biting his neck to stop your loud moan from escaping. He took over and started to thrust upwards until his thrusts were sloppy and you felt warm liquid paint your walls.

After you both catch your breaths you pull away from his neck smiling at him while he grabs the back of your neck to bring your face close to him. “That was perfect baby.” he said, kissing you deeply. He pulls out of you and readjusts your underwear so his cum doesn’t spill out while reaching forward to look at the photos. They were perfect in his mind. The picture consisted of you with your back arched. Him smacking your ass while biting down on your shoulder. His favorite one was when you had your orgasm and you had to bite his neck to suppress the moans.

“Wow I guess we both got the set of photos we wanted '' You tell him giggling. “Be honest with me baby is getting fucked in a photobooth on your list of places to get fucked in?” He already knew the answer to that but wanted you to admit it. “You know me so well handsome, Now I can check Photobooth off my list” You say getting out of his lap. “What am I going to do with you?” He shakes his head. “Love me and fuck me duh” You dragged your chuckiling boyfriend out of the booth. Spending the rest of the day outside and feeling his cum run down your legs, but you loved it and didn’t care if people took notice.

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[yournameloveskpop]

Rival Hearts

Paring: Beomgyu x Reader

Style: school AU, angst, fluff, romance, friendship

Warning: some abuse, some manipulation, a bit of violence, cold beomgyu

Word count: 14,030

Y/N hurried down the hallway, her heart racing with the excitement of the first day of high school. She rounded a corner at breakneck speed, only to crash into someone heading in the opposite direction. Papers and books flew everywhere.

"Watch it!" the boy snapped. He had a long wolf cut that almost covered his eyes, giving him a mysterious, almost brooding look.

"I'm so sorry!" Y/N exclaimed, her cheeks burning as she bent down to help gather the scattered items.

"Don't bother," he retorted, swatting her hand away. "Just watch where you're going next time."

Taken aback by his rudeness, Y/N straightened up, her apologetic demeanor shifting to defiance. "I said I was sorry. No need to be so mean about it!"

The boy, who Y/N now recognized as Beomgyu from the rumors about his sharp tongue, glared at her. "Mean? You're the one not looking where you're going."

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Y/N couldn't help but notice, despite his attitude, Beomgyu was really handsome. But then she remembered his words, and her annoyance flared up again.

Before they could continue their argument, a teacher's voice cut through the tension. "What's going on here? And why are you two not in class?"

"We were just—" Y/N started.

"Lost," Beomgyu finished for her, his voice losing some of its edge.

The teacher, understanding it was their first day, let it slide and instructed them to follow him to class. As they walked, Y/N and Beomgyu kept shooting glares at each other.

"It's clearly your fault we're late," Beomgyu muttered.

"My fault? You're the one who bumped into me!" Y/N retorted under her breath.

Entering the classroom, Beomgyu's demeanor changed slightly as he saw familiar faces from middle school. But his relief was short-lived when he realized Y/N was seated next to him.

"Great," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

Y/N, undeterred, whispered, "Looks like we're stuck with each other."

Beomgyu just sighed, a reluctant smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Despite their rocky start, there was an undeniable spark of intrigue between them. Class wasn't to bad as the two of them where to busy listening to the teachers lecture. As soon as the bell rang for next class y/n was up and already out of the room just so she didn't have to deal with him and focus on next class.

Beomgyu, still fuming from the earlier encounter, watched as Y/N made a beeline for the door the moment the bell rang.

He couldn't help the smirk that crept onto his face. "Well, that's one way to make an exit," he muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun, ever the instigator, elbowed Beomgyu playfully. "Hey, Beomgyu, did you give your new neighbor a welcome gift? Like, I don't know, a scowl and a cold shoulder?"

Beomgyu rolled his eyes. "Oh, shut up, Yeonjun. She's just... infuriating."

"Infuriatingly interesting?" Hueningkai teased, waggling his eyebrows.

"More like a walking disaster," Beomgyu retorted, though his friends noticed the faintest hint of amusement in his tone.

"Seems like fate has a sense of humor," Jeongin added with a laugh.

Meanwhile, Y/N, still simmering from the earlier encounter, recounted the tale to Chaeryeong and her friends, who listened with amusement. "And then he just brushed me off, like I was some sort of annoyance," Y/N huffed, crossing her arms.

Chaeryeong couldn't help but chuckle. "Mr. Grumpy, huh? That's a good one. Fits him perfectly."

As they were talking, Chaeryeong's sister, Chaeyeon, along with her friends Yuna, Yeji, Lia, and Ryujin, joined them. "What's this about Mr. Grumpy?" Chaeyeon asked with a grin.

Chaeryeong quickly filled them in on Y/N's collision with Beomgyu. The group erupted into laughter, with Yeji adding, "Oh, that's Beomgyu for you. Always walking around like he's got a cloud over his head."

"Don't let him get to you," Lia advised, patting Y/N's shoulder. "He's known for his... charming personality."

Just then, Beomgyu walked into the classroom, Yeonjun in tow. His gaze met Y/N's for a fleeting moment before he muttered something under his breath and looked away. Y/N, feeling the sting of his dismissive attitude, turned her head, focusing her attention back on her new friends.

"He's like a storm cloud on legs," Ryujin commented, noticing the exchange.

Yuna, always the optimist, chimed in, "Maybe he's just misunderstood?"

Y/N snorted. "More like misbehaving. I've never met someone so grumpy in my life."

The girls shared a knowing look, their laughter filling the room as Beomgyu and Yeonjun found their seats. Y/N couldn't help but feel a little better, surrounded by her new friends and their light-hearted banter, even with Mr. Grumpy in the same room. The day seemed to stretch on with Beomgyu and Y/N finding new ways to annoy each other, their bickering becoming a source of entertainment for their classmates. Every time they crossed paths, it was like watching a comedic showdown.

"Oops, sorry, didn't see you there, Mr. Grumpy," Y/N said sarcastically, as they narrowly avoided another collision in the hallway.

Beomgyu rolled his eyes. "Maybe try looking where you're going, Mrs. Clumsy," he retorted, his tone dripping with mock concern.

Their classmates whispered and giggled, watching the two with amusement. "Those two are like a live-action sitcom," one student remarked to another.

Lunchtime rolled around, and Y/N found herself welcomed into the lively group of girls. They laughed and chatted, Yuna cracking jokes that sent them all into fits of laughter.

At a nearby table, Beomgyu sat with Yeonjun, Soobin, Taehyun, and Hueningkai, trying to focus on their conversation. Hueningkai said something that made them all laugh, but Beomgyu's attention was unwittingly drawn to Y/N's laughter.

He glanced over, catching sight of Y/N smiling brightly, her eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed from laughing. She looked genuinely happy, and for a moment, Beomgyu found himself captivated.

He quickly snapped out of it, scolding himself mentally. "Ugh, why does she have to be so loud?" he muttered aloud, his annoyance clear.

Yeonjun, who had noticed Beomgyu's brief distraction, teased, "Loud? Or just hard to ignore?"

Beomgyu shot him a look. "Hard to ignore because she's loud," he clarified, trying to focus back on his friends.

As the weeks rolled by, the dynamic between Beomgyu and Y/N didn't improve. If anything, their constant bickering became a staple of the high school's daily drama. Despite their best efforts to steer clear of each other, fate – or perhaps their teachers' mischievous planning – always brought them back together, igniting yet another round of heated arguments.

In the middle of a particularly tense chemistry class, Y/N accidentally knocked over a beaker, causing a minor spill. Beomgyu, who was unfortunately her lab partner for the day, let out an exasperated sigh.

"Great, just great. Can't you do anything right, Mrs. Clumsy?" he groaned, grabbing some paper towels.

Y/N, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and irritation, shot back, "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Grumpy. Not all of us can be perfect like you."

Their classmates snickered, watching the familiar scene unfold. Mrs. Lee, their teacher, intervened with a stern look. "Enough, you two. This is a chemistry lab, not a battlefield."

Despite the teachers' frequent interventions, Beomgyu and Y/N continued to butt heads at every opportunity. Beomgyu's cold demeanor never seemed to thaw around Y/N, and she, in turn, bristled at his every word.

Outside the classroom, Y/N's popularity soared. Her easygoing nature and genuine kindness drew people to her, and she became known as the school's social butterfly. This only added to Beomgyu's growing annoyance.

One day, while hanging out in the cafeteria, Hueningkai couldn't help but gush about Y/N. "You should've seen her playing video games last weekend. She's insanely good!"

Beomgyu's ears perked up, his expression souring. "You hung out with Y/N?" he asked, trying to sound indifferent but failing miserably.

"Yeah, she's really cool and fun," Hueningkai replied, not noticing Beomgyu's growing irritation.

Yeonjun chimed in, his eyes gleaming with a hint of admiration. "And have you seen her dance? It's like she's born to be on stage. Plus, her fashion sense is off the charts."

Beomgyu scoffed, trying to mask his discomfort. "Dancing? Gaming? Fashion? What are we, a fan club?"

Yeonjun and Hueningkai exchanged glances, their brief looks hinting at their small crushes on Y/N. They quickly changed the subject, sensing Beomgyu's rising frustration.

As the months passed, Y/N's popularity continued to grow. She was admired for her authenticity and warmth, qualities that endeared her to both students and teachers alike. Beomgyu, on the other hand, found himself increasingly isolated, his gruff exterior and constant battles with Y/N setting him apart from his peers.

During a school assembly, Y/N was called up to receive an award for her contributions to the school community. The applause was thunderous, with students and teachers alike showing their appreciation for her.

Beomgyu, sitting in the back with a scowl, couldn't help but feel a twinge of something he couldn't quite place. "Why does she have to be so... likable?" he muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on Y/N as she graciously accepted the award.

Yeonjun, sitting beside him, nudged him gently. "Come on, Beomgyu, even you have to admit she's pretty amazing."

Beomgyu just huffed, turning his attention away. "I don't have to admit anything."

Despite his outward disdain, Beomgyu couldn't help but notice the way Y/N interacted with everyone around her. She was always surrounded by a group of friends, laughing and chatting animatedly. Her presence seemed to light up the room, a stark contrast to Beomgyu's more reserved and brooding nature.

In the hallways, whenever Beomgyu and Y/N crossed paths, their exchanges were always sharp and filled with sarcastic remarks. Yet, there was an undeniable energy between them, a tension that neither could ignore.

"Watch where you're going, Beomgyu," Y/N would say, her tone teasing yet edged with frustration.

"Right back at you, Y/N," Beomgyu would retort, his words dripping with sarcasm.

Their classmates often watched these exchanges with a mix of amusement and curiosity, wondering what the next chapter in the ongoing saga of Beomgyu and Y/N would bring. The two of them had become an enigma, a source of endless speculation and gossip.

Unbeknownst to them, their constant bickering and undeniable chemistry had started to draw more attention than either of them realized. Their classmates whispered and speculated, all of them eagerly anticipating the next encounter between the school's most unlikely duo.

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The weekend had finally arrived, and Y/N was determined to enjoy it. Her first task: completing all her homework early on Saturday morning. After several hours of diligent work, she completed her assignments, freeing up the rest of her weekend. Feeling accomplished, she decided to treat herself by visiting the local record store to buy Metallica's latest album, a treat she had been longing for.

Upon entering the store, Y/N's mood lightened instantly. She greeted Mr. Kim, the owner, with a cheerful "Good morning!" and headed straight for the metal/rock section. Her eyes quickly found the prize – the latest Metallica album. As she reached out to grab it, another hand landed on it simultaneously.

Looking up in surprise, Y/N's heart sank as she saw Beomgyu, his expression mirroring her own annoyance. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

"Buying an album, what does it look like?" Beomgyu retorted, not letting go of the album. "I got here first, let go."

"No way, I touched it first!" Y/N insisted, her grip firm on the album.

Their bickering escalated quickly, catching the attention of Mr. Kim, who rushed over to mediate. "Hey, hey, let's not turn my store into a battlefield. How about a fair game to decide who gets the album?"

Reluctantly, both Y/N and Beomgyu agreed, curious about what Mr. Kim had in mind.

"Alright," Mr. Kim began, "first question: Name Metallica's drummer."

"Easy, Lars Ulrich," Y/N answered confidently.

"Correct!" Mr. Kim said. "Now, Beomgyu, name the lead vocalist."

"James Hetfield," Beomgyu replied, a smug look on his face.

"Right again. Next question: What year was their album 'Master of Puppets' released?"

"1986," Beomgyu said quickly, beating Y/N to the answer.

Mr. Kim nodded, impressed. "Y/N, your turn. Name the song Metallica won their first Grammy for."

"'One'," Y/N answered, her eyes narrowing in concentration.

"Tied now. Final question: What's the name of Metallica's first live album?"

Beomgyu thought for a moment before replying, "'Live Shit: Binge & Purge'."

Mr. Kim raised his eyebrows. "Correct. Looks like Beomgyu wins."

Y/N's face fell as Beomgyu let out a triumphant cheer, snatching the album and holding it just out of her reach. "Looks like victory is mine, Mrs. Clumsy."

Frustrated and disappointed, Y/N left the store, muttering about Beomgyu's childishness.

Beomgyu approached the counter to purchase the album, but as he looked at the door through which Y/N had exited, his smile faded. A twinge of guilt nagged at him. He hadn't really cared much about the album initially, but the competitive spirit had taken over when he saw Y/N reaching for it.

Mr. Kim, noticing Beomgyu's conflicted expression, commented, "You know, sometimes winning the battle can feel a bit hollow."

Beomgyu sighed, looking down at the album in his hand. "I guess," he murmured, his thoughts drifting to Y/N's disappointed face.

As Beomgyu walked out of the record store, clutching the newly acquired Metallica album, his triumph was tinged with an odd sense of regret. He had won the album, yes, but at what cost? Their rivalry, always simmering, had just intensified. He pondered over this as he headed home, the album in his hand a symbol of a victory that felt increasingly hollow.

Come Monday, the school corridors were buzzing with the usual energy. Y/N, surrounded by her friends Felix, Seungmin, Yuna, Lia, and others, recounted her weekend misadventure at the record store.

Felix, leaning against a locker, asked curiously, "So, did you finally get that Metallica album you were raving about?"

Y/N's expression soured. "No, thanks to Mr. Grumpy. He snagged it in a quiz-off," she grumbled, still feeling the sting of defeat.

Seungmin, his eyebrows raised in surprise, chimed in, "Wait, you're into metal? That's unexpected... and cool!"

Yuna, with a playful smirk, added, "Looks like you and Beomgyu have more in common than just your love for arguing."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Please, the only thing we share is a music taste, unfortunately."

Their conversation continued, a mix of teasing and laughter, but Y/N couldn't shake off the irritation that Beomgyu had beaten her to the album.

Meanwhile, in another part of the school, Beomgyu was with Jeongin, Hueningkai, Yeonjun, and Heeseung, proudly showing off his Metallica album. The plastic wrap was still intact, untouched since he bought it.

Jeongin whistled appreciatively. "Nice win, man. But aren't you going to open it?"

Beomgyu shrugged nonchalantly. "Haven't got around to it yet."

Hueningkai, leaning over to get a better look, said, "You know, Y/N was after this album too. Funny how you both like the same stuff."

Beomgyu's expression hardened slightly at the mention of Y/N. "Yeah, a real riot," he muttered sarcastically.

Yeonjun, ever the observer, noted, "Seems like your battle with Y/N is more than just verbal sparring."

Heeseung, who had been quiet, suddenly spoke up. "Hey, why haven't you removed the plastic? Isn't that the best part about getting a new album?"

Beomgyu glanced at the album, his fingers tracing the sealed edges. "I guess I was more focused on winning than actually wanting it," he admitted, a rare moment of introspection showing on his face.

The group fell into an unusual silence, each pondering over Beomgyu's confession. The bell rang, signaling the end of their break, and they dispersed to their respective classes, the album still wrapped in its plastic, a silent testament to the complex dynamics of high school rivalries.

Throughout the day, whispers and glances were exchanged between the two factions. Y/N's friends teased her about her unexpected musical connection with Beomgyu, while his friends prodded him about the unopened album.

In the hallway, Y/N and Beomgyu's paths inevitably crossed. They exchanged a brief, tense glance, both acutely aware of the album incident.

"Enjoying your new album?" Y/N asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Absolutely," Beomgyu replied dryly. "It's sitting on my shelf, still in its plastic glory."

Y/N snorted. "Typical. Win a battle but lose sight of the war."

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow. "And what war would that be?"

"The war of actually enjoying things, not just winning them," Y/N shot back, before turning on her heel and walking away.

Just as Y/N pivoted to walk away from Beomgyu, she collided head-on with someone else. Strong hands reached out, steadying her before she could stumble. She looked up to find herself face-to-face with Jeongin, who was grinning at her.

"Wow, are you okay?" he asked, a chuckle escaping his lips.

Y/N, still a bit startled, managed a laugh in return. "Yeah, just my usual graceful self," she joked, trying to brush off the embarrassment.

Jeongin's smile widened, and he teasingly added, "Beomgyu was right about the whole 'clumsy' thing, huh? But it's kind of cute, in a way."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "Thanks, I guess. It's nice to know my clumsiness is appreciated."

His gaze briefly flickered past her to where Beomgyu stood, watching them. He then turned back to Y/N with a more serious expression. "Do you think you and Beomgyu will ever stop fighting?"

Y/N shrugged, her expression a mix of frustration and resignation. "I don't know. It's always him who starts it, and I'm not one to just let things slide. He'd have to stop first."

Their conversation was light, but it was clear that the ongoing feud with Beomgyu was a point of annoyance for Y/N. She didn't understand why he always seemed to target her, and it was exhausting to keep up the constant bickering.

Unbeknownst to her, Beomgyu's attention was fixed on their interaction. As he watched Jeongin and Y/N standing close together, chatting and laughing, a new, unfamiliar feeling simmered within him. He couldn't quite place it – it wasn't jealousy, surely. He didn't like Y/N, after all. But the sight of them together, so at ease, stirred something in him.

The bell rang, signaling the end of their break, and students began to scatter towards their classes. Y/N waved goodbye to Jeongin and made her way down the corridor, unaware of Beomgyu's eyes following her.

As she walked away, Beomgyu's gaze lingered on her retreating figure. The feeling inside him was unsettling, and he shook his head, trying to dispel it. He didn't like Y/N. That much was clear. So why did seeing her with Jeongin bother him so much?

The rest of the day was filled with the usual hustle and bustle of school life, but Beomgyu found himself distracted. The image of Y/N laughing with Jeongin kept replaying in his mind, accompanied by that strange, unsettling feeling.

After school, as he walked home with the Metallica album in his backpack, he couldn't help but think about Y/N's words from earlier. "The war of actually enjoying things, not just winning them." Her words echoed in his head, and he wondered if maybe, just maybe, there was more to their interactions than just mindless bickering.

As the school year drew to a close, the excitement for summer break was palpable. The students eagerly anticipated their well-deserved freedom, and none more so than Y/N and Beomgyu, who were ready for a respite from their constant bickering. Yet, there was a sense of curiosity in the air about what the new school year would bring for their ongoing rivalry.

During the break, Y/N kept busy with her close-knit circle of friends. She often met up with Yeonjun, Hueningkai, and others, making the most of the summer days. Beomgyu, though not particularly thrilled about Y/N's inclusion, found himself in these gatherings more often than not, thanks to their mutual friends.

One such day, Y/N and Beomgyu found themselves at a group hangout in the park, along with a large crowd of friends: Yeonjun, Hueningkai, Taehyun, Soobin, Jeongin, Wooyoung, Chanbin, Felix, Yuna, Lia, Chaeryeong, Chaeyeon, Ryujin, Yeji, and of course, Beomgyu.

Yeonjun, always the life of the party, was in high spirits. He turned to Y/N with a mischievous grin. "Hey Y/N, have you ever heard my rendition of Bon Jovi? I've been practicing just for you," he teased, strumming an air guitar.

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes. "Oh, please, spare us the torture, Yeonjun."

Beomgyu, who was sitting a little apart from the group, couldn't help but overhear. He watched, his expression souring as Yeonjun continued his playful serenade.

Hueningkai nudged Beomgyu, noticing his discomfort. "What's up with you? Jealous of Yeonjun's mad guitar skills?"

Beomgyu scowled. "Please, I could play circles around him."

"So, why don't you?" Hueningkai challenged with a smirk.

Beomgyu hesitated, then shook his head. "Not worth it. I'm not here to entertain Y/N."

Yeonjun, meanwhile, had grabbed Y/N's hand, twirling her around in an impromptu dance. Y/N was laughing, clearly enjoying the moment, but Beomgyu felt an irritating twinge in his chest at the sight.

"Looks like someone's enjoying the spotlight," Taehyun commented, watching the scene with amusement.

Beomgyu muttered under his breath, "More like hogging it."

The summer afternoon at the park was a mosaic of laughter, games, and shared stories, with Beomgyu sitting a bit apart, seemingly lost in thought. His friends were fully engaged in a spirited game of charades, but Beomgyu's attention was often drawn to Y/N, who was right in the thick of it.

"Man, you've been staring at Y/N the whole time. What's up?" Soobin teased, nudging Beomgyu.

"I'm not staring. Just... wondering how she manages to trip over nothing," Beomgyu replied, trying to sound indifferent.

"Sure, sure," Hueningkai chuckled. "Whatever you say, man."

Yeonjun, overhearing the exchange, joined in. "Come on, Beomgyu, admit it. You find her fascinating."

"Fascinatingly annoying," Beomgyu retorted, but his gaze unconsciously drifted back to Y/N.

As the afternoon wore on, they all took turns sharing funny and embarrassing stories. When it was Y/N's turn, she launched into a hilarious tale about a camping trip gone wrong, complete with wild gestures and comical expressions.

"...and then I walked straight into the tent pole!" Y/N concluded, sending everyone into fits of laughter.

Even Beomgyu couldn't help but chuckle, though he quickly masked it with a cough.

The sun began to lower in the sky, signaling the end of their day at the park. As everyone started saying their goodbyes, Beomgyu and Y/N found themselves awkwardly facing each other.

"So, uh, see you around, Y/N," Beomgyu muttered, not sure why he felt the need to say anything at all.

"Yeah, see you, Beomgyu. Try not to miss me too much," Y/N quipped with a teasing smile.

Beomgyu just huffed and turned away, but inside, her words left him feeling oddly unsettled.

As he walked home alone, Beomgyu replayed the day's events in his head. Y/N's infectious laugh, her storytelling, the way she had everyone captivated – it was all so irritatingly endearing.

"Why does she have to be like that? Why does it even matter to me?" he mumbled to himself, kicking at a stray stone on the sidewalk.

He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his thoughts about Y/N than mere annoyance. As he pondered this, the sun set, casting long shadows on the path before him.

The quiet streets echoed with the remnants of the day's laughter and conversations. Beomgyu couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension about the upcoming school year. His thoughts were a jumble of confusion and curiosity about his and Y/N's interactions. What did this all mean for their ongoing rivalry? And more importantly, why did it matter so much to him?

As the second half of the summer holidays unfolded, Y/N's presence in the group hangouts became increasingly scarce, leaving everyone, including Beomgyu, wondering why. Even Beomgyu, who would never admit it, found himself missing her usual lively banter and energy.

One day, when Y/N finally did show up, she was immediately surrounded by a flurry of questions.

"Where have you been hiding?" Yeonjun asked, his tone playful yet curious.

"Yeah, we've missed you at our epic video game battles," Hueningkai added, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

Y/N offered them a sheepish smile. "Just needed some me-time, you know? A bit of peace and quiet at home."

Her explanation seemed to satisfy most of the group, but there was a sense that she was holding something back. A few weeks later, Y/N had an announcement that piqued everyone's curiosity.

"I want you guys to meet someone special," she said, a mysterious smile on her lips.

The day of the introduction arrived, and the group eagerly awaited Y/N's arrival. She walked in, hand in hand with a guy none of them had seen before. The reactions were immediate and varied – gasps of surprise, amused smirks, and even playful jealousy from Yeonjun and Hueningkai.

"This is Hwan," Y/N said, beaming. "He's a year older and goes to a different school. Our moms are friends, so we've known each other for a while. But we only recently started dating."

Beomgyu, who had been quiet, felt a strange twist in his gut at the word 'boyfriend.' He eyed Hwan, his expression turning cold and dark. There was an inexplicable feeling of discomfort at seeing Y/N so close to someone else.

Hwan, oblivious to Beomgyu's reaction, greeted everyone warmly. "It's great to meet all of you. Y/N's told me a lot about her amazing friends."

The group chatted and asked Hwan questions, trying to get to know him better. Y/N looked genuinely happy, her laughter and smiles directed mostly at Hwan.

Beomgyu, however, couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling. He found himself disliking Hwan without even knowing him. "So, you've been ditching us for him?" he finally asked, his tone sharper than intended.

Y/N looked taken aback by his tone. "Well, Beomgyu, I didn't realize I needed your permission to have a life outside this group," she retorted, her tone matching his.

There was an awkward pause before Yeonjun stepped in, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, let's not start World War III here. We're just happy to meet Hwan, right, Beomgyu?"

Beomgyu's eyes narrowed as he watched Y/N and Hwan laughing together. His friends noticed his unusual silence and fixed gaze.

"Earth to Beomgyu," Taehyun said, waving a hand in front of him. "You've been staring at Y/N and what's-his-face all day."

Beomgyu grunted dismissively, "Just observing the new guy. He's... too nice."

Yeonjun chuckled, "Too nice? That's a new one. What's wrong with being nice?"

"Nothing," Beomgyu snapped. "It's just... it's not normal. No one's that perfect."

As Hwan tried to strike up a conversation with Beomgyu later, Beomgyu's responses were cold and brief. "So, I hear you're into rock music. What bands are you into?" Hwan asked, trying to find common ground.

"Various ones," Beomgyu replied curtly, not meeting Hwan's eyes.

Hueningkai, picking up on the tension, leaned in. "You know, you could try being a bit friendlier. He seems like a decent guy."

Beomgyu just shrugged, still watching Y/N and Hwan from the corner of his eye. He couldn't shake off the feeling of annoyance at seeing them together.

Later, as the group started to leave, Beomgyu's thoughts were still muddled. The sight of Y/N with someone else had irked him more than he wanted to admit.

The start of the second year at school brought with it the usual buzz and excitement, but for Y/N and Beomgyu, it also reignited their old rivalry. This year, however, there was an added layer of tension due to Y/N's new boyfriend, Hwan. Beomgyu's behavior towards Y/N had become more standoffish than ever.

As Y/N tried to focus on her friends and Hwan, Beomgyu's presence loomed larger, making it difficult for her to ignore him. His disdain for her new relationship was evident, his body language speaking volumes whenever she mentioned Hwan.

One day, their usual snide remarks escalated into a full-blown argument. As they crossed paths in the crowded hallway, Beomgyu couldn't resist a jab. "So, Y/N, still playing happy couples with Hwan?"

Y/N, already on edge, snapped back. "What's your problem, Beomgyu? Can't stand seeing someone else happy?"

Their voices rose, drawing the attention of their classmates. Beomgyu's expression was one of scorn. "Happy? Please, you're just blinded by his 'niceness'. It's all an act. Just because your moms are friends doesn't mean he's good for you."

Y/N stopped in her tracks, facing him squarely. "And what would you know about it? Why do you even care?"

"I don't care," Beomgyu retorted quickly. "It's just obvious he's not right for you."

Y/N's frustration boiled over. "That's not your decision to make. You're not my dad, Beomgyu."

Beomgyu scoffed. "Clearly, someone needs to be. You're not seeing the real picture here."

"What 'real picture'? That you can't stand the thought of me being with someone?" Y/N accused, her voice tinged with anger.

"That's not it," Beomgyu shot back. "He's just... too perfect. It's unnatural. You're falling for a facade."

Their argument attracted a small crowd, their classmates whispering and nudging each other. Hueningkai and Taehyun attempted to intervene.

"Guys, chill. This isn't the place," Heeseung said, trying to mediate.

"Yeah, you're causing a scene," Taehyun added, glancing nervously at the gathering students.

Y/N, ignoring them, continued, "Why do you even care? Why do you hate me so much, Beomgyu?"

"I don't hate you," Beomgyu replied, his voice lowering slightly. "I just... I don't like seeing you being fooled."

"Fooled?" Y/N echoed, her voice rising again. "By who, Hwan? Because he's been nothing but genuine."

Before Beomgyu could respond, a couple of teachers arrived, having been alerted by the noise. "What is going on here?" one of them demanded, making their way through the crowd.

Y/N and Beomgyu were both taken by surprise, their argument abruptly halted. "It's nothing, sir," Y/N tried to explain, but her voice was shaky.

"This doesn't look like 'nothing' to me," the teacher said sternly, looking at Beomgyu. "You two, come with me. Now."

As they were led away, Beomgyu glanced over his shoulder, calling out to Y/N, "Just watch, Y/N. Don't come crying to me when he turns out to be an asshole."

Y/N, her face a mix of anger and confusion, shot back, "I wasn't planning on it."

In the corridor, the group of friends stood in a tight circle, still reeling from the intensity of the argument between Y/N and Beomgyu. Yeonjun was the first to break the silence.

"Did you guys see Beomgyu's face? He looked like he was about to explode," he said, still processing the scene.

Lia nodded, her expression one of concern. "Yeah, and Y/N wasn't backing down either. I've never seen her that angry."

Yuna chimed in, "I think Beomgyu's been a bit too much lately. Ever since Y/N started dating Hwan, he's been acting weird."

"So you think he's jealous?" Taehyun asked, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"It's not just jealousy," Hueningkai interjected thoughtfully. "He's always been kind of harsh with Y/N, even before Hwan. It's like he's looking for her attention."

Jeongin agreed, "Yeah, it's like they've been in this weird dance since day one. He teases her, she snaps back. It's like they can't help themselves."

Soobin, who had been quiet, finally spoke. "I think Beomgyu might not even realize his feelings. He's always putting up this tough exterior, but with Y/N, it's different."

Yeonjun nodded. "Exactly. It's like he doesn't know how to express himself properly, so he ends up being mean or picking fights."

Lia sighed, "But that's no excuse for the way he's been acting. I mean, Y/N's in a relationship now. He needs to respect that."

Yuna added, "And Y/N's been trying to avoid conflict. She's been really happy with Hwan. Beomgyu needs to deal with his feelings in a healthier way."

Jeongin looked thoughtful. "You know, I wonder if Beomgyu even realizes how his actions affect Y/N. He's so caught up in his own feelings."

"Whatever it is, I hope they sort it out soon. It's affecting the whole group." Heeseung concluded.

As they continued discussing, trying to make sense of their friends' complex dynamic, it was clear that the situation had left them all feeling a mix of worry and frustration. Meanwhile, in separate classrooms, Y/N and Beomgyu were left to their thoughts. Y/N sat by the window, her mind racing. Despite Beomgyu's cold demeanor towards her, she couldn't deny the strange attraction she felt towards him. His presence always stirred a mix of emotions within her.

Then there was Hwan, kind and gentle, who had entered her life through their parents' connection. He was everything Beomgyu wasn't – understanding, patient, and warm. Yet, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was missing.

In another classroom, Beomgyu sat slumped at a desk, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He thought about Y/N and their constant bickering. Deep down, he knew his behavior towards her was more than just annoyance. The realization that someone else was making her happy, especially someone like Hwan, bothered him more than he wanted to admit.

"Anyone would be better than Hwan... even me," he muttered to himself, a frown etching his face. The thought surprised him, revealing a side of his feelings he hadn't fully acknowledged yet.

The school corridors buzzed with the usual end-of-day chatter, but for Y/N and Beomgyu, it was as if they were in a bubble of their own making. They moved through the crowd, deliberately avoiding each other, yet unable to stop the furtive glances that betrayed their mutual awareness.

Y/N walked with Lia and Yuna, her mind still replaying the argument. Lia, noticing Y/N's distraction, nudged her gently. "You okay? You seem miles away."

Y/N sighed, "Yeah, just thinking about the whole Beomgyu thing. I don't get why he's acting like this."

Yuna, always the more outspoken, chimed in, "Honestly, it's like watching a drama unfold. But you two need to figure things out. This tension is unbearable."

Across the hall, Beomgyu walked with Yeonjun and Hueningkai, his expression sullen. Yeonjun, glancing over at Y/N, then back at Beomgyu, said, "You know, you could just talk to her. Clear the air."

Beomgyu shook his head, "And say what? 'Sorry for being a jerk but I actually might like you?' That would go over well."

Hueningkai laughed, "It's better than this silent war you're both waging."

As the day wound down and they all walked their separate ways home, the air was thick with questions and uncertainties. The events of the day had only added to the complexity of Y/N and Beomgyu's relationship.

Y/N, walking home, couldn't shake off her mixed feelings. "He's so infuriating," she muttered to herself. "Why does he have to be so... so Beomgyu?"

Meanwhile, Beomgyu's thoughts were similarly conflicted. "What's wrong with me?" he pondered. "Why can't I just leave her alone?"

Their friends, meanwhile, continued to discuss the situation amongst themselves. "Something's got to give," Taehyun said. "They can't keep going like this."

Yeonjun nodded in agreement. "Yeah. It's like they're drawn to each other but too stubborn to admit it."

Lying in his room, Beomgyu stared at the ceiling, his mind clouded with thoughts of Y/N. Seeing her so happy with Hwan stirred a complex web of emotions within him. Turning to his side, his gaze fell on the still-sealed Metallica album on his desk, a tangible reminder of his and Y/N's tumultuous interactions.

Frustrated by the constant presence of Y/N in his thoughts, Beomgyu decided to visit the record store the next evening. He needed a distraction, something to focus on besides the confusing emotions swirling inside him.

As he rounded a corner in the store, Beomgyu's heart skipped a beat. There, in the midst of an argument, were Y/N and Hwan. Beomgyu's eyes narrowed as he noticed Hwan's grip on Y/N's wrist, subtle but firm.

The argument between Y/N and Hwan seemed to falter as Hwan spotted Beomgyu. His grip loosened, and Y/N quickly pulled her hand away, holding it close to her body. Beomgyu could see Y/N struggling to hold back tears, her expression a mix of anger and hurt.

Beomgyu, despite his complicated feelings towards Y/N, felt a surge of protectiveness. "Is everything okay here?" he asked, his voice betraying his concern.

Y/N, startled by his sudden appearance, wiped her eyes quickly. "It's nothing, Beomgyu. Just a small disagreement, that's all," she said, her voice slightly shaky.

Hwan, trying to regain composure, offered a forced smile. "Yeah, we're fine. Just discussing some... music preferences."

Beomgyu's gaze lingered on Y/N, sensing there was more to the story. "If you're sure," he said, though his tone suggested he wasn't entirely convinced.

Y/N nodded, avoiding Beomgyu's gaze. "Yeah, we're fine. Thanks."

Beomgyu, still concerned, lingered for a moment longer before turning to browse through the albums. His mind, however, was far from the music in front of him. The encounter with Y/N and Hwan had left him feeling uneasy.

After selecting the Alice Cooper album he had come for, Beomgyu glanced back at Y/N and Hwan. They seemed to have calmed down, but the tension was still palpable.

Beomgyu's walk home was filled with conflicting emotions. The image of Y/N trying to hold back tears at the record store lingered in his mind, unsettling him more than he wanted to admit. Once home, he impulsively dialed Jeongin's number, needing to share what he'd seen.

"Jeongin, I need to talk," Beomgyu began, the moment his friend picked up the call.

"Sure, Beomgyu, what's up?" Jeongin's voice came through, sounding concerned.

"I was at the record store, and I saw Y/N with Hwan. They were arguing, and Hwan... he had a tight grip on her wrist. It looked really possessive," Beomgyu explained, his voice a mixture of worry and confusion.

"That sounds pretty intense. Are you okay?" Jeongin's concern was evident.

"I don't know," Beomgyu admitted. "It's bothering me more than it should. She looked really upset, Jeongin."

Jeongin paused before replying, "It's good you're worried about her, Beomgyu. Maybe you should check if she's okay."

Beomgyu sighed, "I don't know if I should get involved. We're not exactly friends."

Jeongin encouraged, "Maybe this is a chance to change that. Just a friendly check-in to make sure she's alright."

Beomgyu ended the call with a lot to ponder. Jeongin's words resonated with him, suggesting a new perspective on his relationship with Y/N.

The next day at school, Y/N appeared distant and tired, her usual energy noticeably dimmed. Her friends immediately picked up on her changed demeanor.

"Y/N, you look exhausted. Is everything alright?" Lia asked with a concerned frown as they walked to class.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just didn't sleep well," Y/N replied, trying to brush off her friend's concern.

Yuna, not convinced, prodded further, "It's about Hwan, isn't it? You can talk to us, you know."

Y/N managed a weak smile. "It's nothing, really. Just a small argument. I don't want to talk about it."

The friends exchanged worried glances but decided not to push her further. "Okay, but we're here for you, whenever you're ready," Lia reassured her.

Beomgyu observed Y/N from across the schoolyard, her usual lively spirit noticeably dimmed. Jeongin's words about reaching out to her rang in his ears, stirring a conflict within him. He wanted to help, but their history of antagonism left him uncertain about her reception.

As the weeks went by, Y/N's condition seemed to worsen. She became increasingly quiet, her vibrant energy fading. One day, Beomgyu noticed a bruise on her neck, poorly concealed with makeup. His usual annoyance with her transformed into concern, and he found himself walking towards her before he could change his mind.

Yeonjun, who had been chatting with Beomgyu, was startled as he watched his friend abruptly walk away. "Hey, where's Beomgyu off to?" he muttered, his eyes following Beomgyu's determined stride.

Approaching Y/N, Beomgyu blocked her path and firmly but gently took her hand, leading her to a quieter area. Y/N protested, "Beomgyu, what are you doing? Let me go!"

Ignoring her protests, Beomgyu pressed her gently against a wall in a secluded part of the schoolyard.

His voice was a mix of harshness and concern as he carefully pulled down her collar, revealing the extent of the bruise. "You thought you could hide that? He did this to you, didn't he?"

Y/N, struggling to maintain her composure, snapped back, "It's none of your business, Beomgyu. Leave me alone."

Beomgyu's expression was a mix of anger and worry. "I can't just stand by and watch this happen. I told you he wasn't good for you, didn't I?"

Y/N tried to push past him, but Beomgyu's hands on the wall beside her head blocked her escape. "You don't know anything about us. Just stay out of it," she said, her voice betraying her weakness.

Beomgyu, towering over her, softened his tone, the concern in his eyes evident. "Y/N, look at me. This isn't right. You don't deserve to be treated like this."

Tears began to well up in Y/N's eyes, her façade crumbling. "I thought... I thought he cared about me."

Seeing her vulnerability, Beomgyu's demeanor shifted entirely. He gently wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a comforting hug as she began to cry. "It's okay, Y/N. You're not alone in this."

As Y/N leaned into Beomgyu's embrace, her defenses crumbling, she found a sense of solace she hadn't expected. Her tears flowed freely, a release of the pent-up emotions she had been holding back.

Beomgyu, feeling the intensity of the moment, whispered, "It's okay, Y/N. Let it all out. You don't have to hold back."

Y/N, her voice breaking, responded, "I didn't know where else to go. I never thought I'd find comfort in you, of all people."

Beomgyu gently adjusted her collar to cover the bruise. "I know we've had our differences, but I can't just stand by and watch you get hurt."

Y/N, gripping his shirt, looked up at him, her eyes searching his. "Why are you doing this, Beomgyu? After everything?"

Beomgyu sighed, his expression softening. "Because no matter what's happened between us, I can't ignore when someone's in pain. Especially you, Y/N."

As they stood there, lost in the moment, Yeonjun and the rest of their friends appeared in the distance, having been led there by Yeonjun's concern.

"There they are," Yeonjun said, relief evident in his voice. "I knew something was up when Beomgyu bolted like that."

The group approached cautiously, sensing the gravity of the moment. "Is everything okay?" Lia asked, her voice laced with concern.

Y/N, wiping away her tears, tried to compose herself. "Yeah, I'll be okay. Thanks, Beomgyu," she said, stepping back from the embrace.

Beomgyu nodded, his gaze still protective. "If you ever need to talk, I'm here. We all are," he said, gesturing to their friends.

As the group enveloped Y/N, offering their support, Beomgyu stepped back, watching the scene with a mixture of relief and contemplation. The encounter had changed something between him and Y/N, opening a door to a new understanding and perhaps, a new beginning.

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At their favorite spot in the schoolyard, Beomgyu, Jeongin, Hueningkai, Taehyun, Lia, Yuna, and Soobin gathered. The mood was unusually somber, their concern for Y/N palpable.

"Y/N's been really off these past few days," Lia started, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, she's not her usual self at all," Yuna added, frowning. "Her laugh, her smile... it's like they've just disappeared."

Beomgyu remained quiet, reflecting on his observations of Y/N. He had been keeping a close watch on her since learning about the issues with Hwan, though he hadn't shared this with the group. He couldn't help but miss the vibrancy Y/N usually brought to their group.

"I haven't seen her light up in weeks," Taehyun said, a hint of sadness in his voice. "Remember how she used to brighten up the entire place?"

"Yeah," Hueningkai agreed, "and now, there's no sparkle in her eyes anymore. She seems... different, more fragile."

Beomgyu felt a familiar pang of concern. He knew more than he let on, especially about Y/N's struggles with Hwan, but he chose to keep this to himself. He still remembered how Y/N had confided in him that she tried to break up with Hwan multiple times since that evening at the record store but found it difficult due to Hwan's abusive behavior.

Jeongin glanced at Beomgyu, recalling the call they had that night. He had a rough idea of what might be happening between Hwan and Y/N, but he kept his suspicions to himself, noticing how Beomgyu had subtly shifted from his usual annoyance to a more protective stance, albeit still maintaining his tsundere demeanor.

"It's just not like her to be this quiet," Soobin commented, looking genuinely concerned.

"Has anyone talked to her about this?" Jeongin asked, probing carefully, careful not to reveal his conversation with Beomgyu.

"Not really, she keeps to herself these days," Lia replied. "It's like she's building walls around her."

In the schoolyard, Beomgyu's thoughts were a mix of frustration and concern. He knew the group was worried about Y/N, but he couldn't fully disclose what he knew about her situation with Hwan. He decided to keep an eye on her and be there for her when she was ready to talk.

The conversation shifted as Chaeryeong's upcoming birthday pool party became the topic. Everyone was excited, but Y/N seemed hesitant. Chaeryeong, noticing her reluctance, persistently begged her to attend. "Come on, Y/N, it won't be the same without you," she urged, following Y/N around the school.

Finally, Y/N relented, "Alright, alright, I'll come. Just stop following me!"

That evening, Y/N prepared for the party. She dolled herself up, trying to bring some normalcy back into her life, but her efforts were interrupted when Hwan unexpectedly walked into her room.

Hwan's smile was charming, his aura seemingly kind. "Wow, you look amazing," he complimented her, closing the door behind him.

But as soon as the door clicked shut, his demeanor changed. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his tone darkening.

Y/N, attempting to maintain her newfound confidence, replied, "I'm going to Chaeryeong's birthday party."

"Really? And you didn't think to tell me beforehand?" Hwan snapped, his gaze turning menacing.

Y/N, though scared from his previous violent outbursts, stood her ground. "I didn't think I needed your permission. You're not my dad."

Hwan's anger flared as he grabbed her hair firmly. "Don't get smart with me, Y/N. Remember, I'm your boyfriend."

"So, it's okay for you to cheat on me, but I can't go to a friend's birthday party?" Y/N retorted, her fear mingling with defiance.

Hwan tightened his grip. "You can go, but I'm coming with you. And about the cheating – watch what you say about me."

Y/N felt a mixture of anger and fear. "Fine, come with me. But don't think you can control me," she said, her voice trembling.

Hwan released her hair, a smirk crossing his face. "We'll see about that. Let's go."

As they descended the stairs, Hwan's mother noticed them. Her eyes lit up at the sight of Y/N. "Look at you, all dressed up! Where are you two headed?"

Y/N opened her mouth to answer, but Hwan quickly interjected with a sweet voice, his arm around her waist. "We're going to Y/N's friend's birthday party."

His mother smiled, unaware of the tension between them. "That sounds lovely. Have a great time, you two."

Y/N, trying to maintain her composure despite Hwan's oppressive presence, managed a forced smile as they left for Chaeryeong and Chae-yeon's house. The prospect of being among friends at the party brought her a sense of relief, mixed with an undercurrent of dread due to Hwan's company.

Arriving at the house, Y/N rang the doorbell. Chae-yeon opened the door, her face lighting up upon seeing Y/N. She stepped forward and embraced Y/N warmly, then noticed Hwan. Her smile faltered slightly, a look of confusion crossing her face, but she didn't comment and welcomed them inside.

Inside, the atmosphere was lively. When Y/N entered the living room, everyone cheered, their faces brightening at her arrival. Chaeryeong, especially thrilled to see her, rushed over. "Y/N, you made it! Happy you're here!" she exclaimed, accepting Y/N's gift with a wide smile.

As Chaeryeong went to place the gift with the others, she offered drinks to her guests. Before Y/N could respond, Hwan interjected, "Y/N will have a soft drink, and I'll take a beer."

Chaeryeong gave Y/N a quick, puzzled look before heading to the kitchen to fetch the drinks.

Lia and Yuna approached Y/N, their presence bringing a semblance of comfort. "Hey, Y/N, glad you could come!" Lia said with a smile.

"Yeah, we've missed you around," Yuna added, her tone warm.

Yeonjun, Soobin, Taehyun, and Hueningkai joined in soon after, along with Jeongin, creating a small circle of friends around Y/N. She felt a bit more at ease, knowing Hwan wouldn't act out in front of everyone.

Beomgyu, meanwhile, watched from a distance, his protective instincts on high alert. The sight of Hwan next to Y/N stirred a mix of anger and concern within him.

When Chaeryeong returned with the drinks, she handed Hwan his beer and gave Y/N a 'soft' drink that was actually her favorite sweet alcoholic beverage, disguised as juice.

As the evening progressed, Y/N found an opportunity to slip away from Hwan, who was now engaged in conversation with a group of her friends. Seeking a moment of solitude, she wandered outside into the garden, where several people were enjoying the pool and the cool night air. Keeping her distance from the water, Y/N just wanted to breathe in the fresh air.

Soobin noticed Y/N by herself and walked over to join her. "Hey, Y/N, mind if I join you?" he asked gently, sitting beside her.

Y/N looked at Soobin, grateful for the company. "No, not at all. It's nice to get some air."

Soobin nodded, sensing her need for a calm moment. "You know, if you ever need to talk or anything, we're all here for you."

Y/N offered a small, thankful smile. "I know, and I really appreciate it. Tonight's been... a lot."

Soobin placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Just remember, you're not alone in this, okay?"

Y/N sighed softly, her gaze drifting to the night sky. "I'm just trying to figure things out. It's complicated."

Soobin sat alongside Y/N at Chaeryeong's birthday party, providing a comforting presence amidst the lively atmosphere. Their conversation flowed naturally, covering a range of topics.

"You know, we all really miss you hanging out with us," Soobin said gently. "It's not the same without your laugh and energy around."

Y/N offered a faint smile, her eyes distant. "I miss you guys too... with everyone."

"There's something else," Soobin added cautiously. "We've all noticed you don't seem as happy as before. You look... more tired, paler. Even Beomgyu's concerned, and he's usually so hard to read."

Y/N's thoughts drifted back to a recent encounter with Beomgyu. She remembered how he had found her alone, seen the bruises on her neck, and how he had offered her an unexpected moment of kindness and comfort. She longed to share her struggles with Hwan with her friends, but fear held her back. She was grateful, though, that Beomgyu had respected her wishes to keep it private until she was ready.

Their conversation was interrupted as Hwan emerged from the house, his voice falsely cheerful. "There you are," he said, lightly patting Y/N's head, causing her to flinch subtly.

Spotting the pool, Hwan's expression changed, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. "Hey, Y/N, how about a swim with me?" he suggested, trying to lure her away from Soobin.

Y/N hesitated, fear creeping into her voice. "I'd rather not, Hwan."

Hwan persisted, tightening his grip on her hand. "Oh, come on, it's a party! Swimming is fun, right?"

Soobin, noticing Y/N's discomfort, intervened. "She said she doesn't want to go in, man."

Hwan laughed it off. "It's just a dip," he assured, as he began to lift Y/N up.

Y/N's panic escalated; she cried out and struggled against Hwan's hold. "Please, put me down! I can't swim!"

Hwan disregarded her pleas, chuckling as if it were a joke. "You're just saying that. Come on, it'll be fun."

Several friends, aware of Y/N's fear of water, shouted for Hwan to stop, but he didn't listen. In a swift motion, he threw Y/N into the pool. The party fell silent as Y/N hit the water, gasping and flailing helplessly.

Beomgyu, watching from afar, felt a surge of fury. As Y/N struggled to surface, he rushed to the poolside, ready to act. Yeonjun was also prepared to dive in, but Beomgyu was quicker, plunging into the water. He reached the bottom of the deep end, where Y/N lay motionless, and swiftly brought her up to the surface.

Beomgyu gasped when he reached the surface but Y/N was unresponsive.

Yeonjun instructed everyone to back off, giving them space. Hwan, realizing the gravity of his actions, tried to approach, but Beomgyu's fierce glare and sharp command kept him at bay.

"Stay back!" Beomgyu yelled, his eyes blazing with anger.

Yeonjun, Hueningkai, and Taehyun formed a barrier, preventing Hwan from getting any closer. Meanwhile, Yuna and Chaeryeong rushed to find Chaeryeong's parents.

Chae-yeon confronted Hwan, her voice stern. "You need to leave my house. Now."

Hwan's expression darkened. "Leave? Seriously?"

"Yes," Chae-yeon insisted firmly. "Now."

Beomgyu carefully laid Y/N on the ground. Jeongin and Soobin hurried to fetch towels, while Lia went for dry clothes. Beomgyu checked Y/N's pulse and then, without hesitation, began administering CPR. He performed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, followed by chest compressions, his focus solely on reviving Y/N.

After a tense minute, Y/N coughed violently, expelling water as she gasped for air. She turned to her side, her eyes meeting Beomgyu's, and clung to him, her body trembling from the ordeal.

Beomgyu wrapped his arms around her, offering warmth and protection. "It's okay, i got you. You're safe now," he whispered, his voice a mixture of relief and concern.

The crowd around them remained stunned, witnessing the dramatic turn of events. Beomgyu's quick actions had saved Y/N, and in that moment, the depth of his concern for her became evident to everyone.

Y/N clung tightly to Beomgyu, her body shaking with sobs as she sought comfort in his embrace. Beomgyu, feeling a mix of protectiveness and anger, held her close, his eyes scanning the area for any further threats.

Hwan, his demeanor rapidly shifting from concern to frustration, announced he was leaving.

He pushed past Yeonjun and the others, his voice firm as he addressed Y/N. "We're going home, now," he demanded.

Y/N, still nestled in Beomgyu's arms, looked up at Hwan with a mix of fear and defiance. She shook her head vehemently, her voice barely a whisper as she said, "I'm not going anywhere with you."

Hwan's expression soured. His attempt at an apology came off as nothing more than a bitter retort. "I didn't know you couldn't actually swim," he muttered.

"Oh really? Her crying and begging wasn't enough," solving but bit ignored by Hwan.

As he reached out to grab Y/N, Beomgyu's protective instincts kicked in. He pulled her closer, his voice low and threatening, "Don't fucking touch her."

The intensity in Beomgyu's eyes sent a clear message to Hwan – he was aware of the truth, and he was firmly on Y/N's side.

Hwan, realizing the situation was turning against him, straightened up and began to leave, but not before rudely nudging Hueningkai and Yeonjun with his shoulder.

Chaeryeong and Chae-yeon's parents hurried out, followed by Chaeryeong and Yuna. Their father eyed Hwan with a stern look as Chae-yeon led him toward the front door.

Soobin and Jeongin returned, each holding a towel. Soobin handed one to Beomgyu. "Here, you both need to get dry," he said, his voice laced with concern.

Jeongin offered the other towel to Y/N. "Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes reflecting the worry that everyone felt.

Y/N, still trembling, managed to nod. "I... I think so," she replied, her voice barely audible over her sobs.

Beomgyu, his gaze softening as he looked at Y/N, reassured her, "It's going to be okay. You're safe now."

Taehyun approached them, admiration in his eyes. "Beomgyu, that was incredible. You didn't hesitate for a second."

Beomgyu brushed off the praise. "I just did what needed to be done... beat Yeonjun to it though."

Yeonjun let out a playful huff and crossed his arms. "Yeah well, I let you have your time to shine for a change."

As the group rallied around Y/N, offering comfort and support, Lia arrived with dry clothes for Y/N. "Let's get you changed," she said gently, helping Y/N to stand up.

The atmosphere at the party had shifted dramatically from celebration to concern. In the midst of it all, the friends showed their unity and care for one another, especially for Y/N.

In a quiet room away from the party, Lia, Yuna, Chaeryeong, and her parents provided a safe haven for Y/N. Tears streamed down Y/N's face as she apologized repeatedly for ruining Chaeryeong's birthday.

"Don't worry about the party, Y/N. I'm just glad you're safe. That's all that matters." Chaeryeong quickly reassured her.

Once the initial shock subsided, Y/N began to open up about Hwan's abusive behavior, both mental and physical. "I've been so distant because... because of him," she admitted, her voice breaking. "I didn't know how to tell anyone. I was scared."

Chaeryeong and the others listened in stunned silence, their hearts heavy with empathy for Y/N's plight. Chaeryeong's parents discreetly excused themselves, allowing the girls to have a moment of privacy.

After the revelation, Lia and Yuna helped Y/N dry off and change into fresh clothes. Chaeryeong's parents, deeply concerned, decided to call Y/N's mother and inform her about everything that had transpired.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Beomgyu faced a barrage of questions from the boys.

"So you knew about Hwan?" Felix asked, his tone a mix of surprise and concern.

Beomgyu nodded, his expression solemn. "Yes, I knew. After I saw the bruises... I couldn't just stand by and do nothing."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Taehyun inquired, trying to understand Beomgyu's silence.

"It wasn't my place to tell," Beomgyu replied. "Y/N needed to come forward in her own time. I just wanted to make sure she was safe until then."

Jeongin added, "I had a feeling something was up after the call I had with Beomgyu. The pieces just didn't fit."

Yeonjun looked thoughtful. "It's hard to believe all this was happening right under our noses."

Hueningkai chimed in, "We need to be there for Y/N. Now more than ever."

Beomgyu's thoughts were elsewhere, though. As they talked about Y/N, he realized his feelings for her ran deeper than he'd admitted to himself. His heart fluttered at the thought of being there for her, not just as a rival or a friend, but perhaps something more in the future.

After changing, Y/N, Lia, Yuna, and Chaeryeong rejoined the party downstairs. Y/N, though still shaken, felt a sense of relief having shared her burden. She approached Beomgyu, her actions speaking louder than words as she gently gripped his shirt, seeking his comforting presence.

Chaeryeong's mother gathered everyone for a speech. "Tonight's events have been a reminder of the importance of friendship and support," she began. "We're grateful that Y/N is safe, thanks to the quick actions of her friends, especially Beomgyu. Let this be a lesson to us all to never hesitate to reach out for help."

The mood lightened as they moved to celebrate Chaeryeong's birthday properly. The cake was brought out, candles were lit, and everyone sang 'Happy Birthday.' The focus shifted to opening gifts, but the sense of community and mutual support lingered in the air.

As the party wound down following the cake and gift opening, Y/N remained close to Beomgyu, finding solace in his reassuring presence. The atmosphere had gradually shifted back to one of celebration, though the events of the evening lingered in the back of everyone's minds.

Guests began to say their goodbyes, thanking Chaeryeong for a memorable evening, carefully avoiding any mention of the earlier incident at the pool. As they departed, many of them approached Y/N with hugs and words of encouragement.

"You take care of yourself, okay?" Lia said, giving Y/N a tight hug.

Yuna added with a gentle smile, "We're here for you, always remember that."

As the crowd thinned out, Beomgyu found a quiet moment to talk to Y/N. "Are you going to be okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Y/N nodded, a faint smile on her lips. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm staying here tonight, and my mom is picking me up in the morning."

Beomgyu, relieved yet still concerned, impulsively pressed his lips against her forehead in a tender gesture, surprising both himself and Y/N. He quickly stepped back, his face flushing with embarrassment.

Y/N's heart fluttered at the unexpected contact, her cheeks warming as she touched the spot where Beomgyu's lips had been.

As Beomgyu left the house, he was still processing his impulsive action, his face a bright shade of red. Outside, Yeonjun, Jeongin, and the others were waiting for him. They immediately noticed his flushed face.

"Whoa, Beomgyu, what's with the red face?" Jeongin teased, elbowing him playfully.

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow, a knowing look in his eyes. "Did something happen in there?"

Beomgyu, still embarrassed, tried to brush it off. "No, nothing... I just... said goodbye to Y/N."

"So, just a goodbye, huh?" Hueningkai chimed in, grinning.

Beomgyu cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Yeah, just a goodbye. Let's go home."

As Beomgyu and his friends walked away from Chaeryeong's house, the playful banter continued, with his friends teasing him about his obvious affection for Y/N.

"So, Beomgyu, since when did you become so tender-hearted?" Taehyun asked with a smirk.

Beomgyu rolled his eyes, trying to deflect. "It's not like that. I was just making sure she was okay."

"Sure, sure," Jeongin chimed in, winking. "Just being a good friend, right?"

Yeonjun laughed, patting Beomgyu on the back. "It's okay, man. We all saw how you jumped in to save her. It's pretty heroic, and, well, kind of romantic too."

Hueningkai nodded in agreement. "Exactly! You looked like a knight in shining armor."

Beomgyu, feeling slightly overwhelmed by their teasing, let out a sigh. "Can we just drop it? I did what anyone would do in that situation."

Back at Chaeryeong's house, Y/N stood in the doorway for a moment longer, her heart still racing from Beomgyu's gentle kiss on her forehead. The gesture had been simple yet profound, leaving her with a feeling of warmth and care that she hadn't experienced in a long time.

Chaeryeong, seizing the opportunity for a sleepover, excitedly dragged Y/N to her room. "You're staying over, right? We can have a proper girls' night," she suggested enthusiastically.

As they settled into Chaeryeong's room, sharing her bed, Chaeryeong noticed the lingering smile on Y/N's face. "So... Mr. Grumpy has a soft side, huh?" she teased gently.

Y/N blushed, nodding. "Yeah, I... I didn't expect that from him. But it was... nice."

Chaeryeong giggled. "I think it's sweet. He really cares about you, you know."

Y/N lay back, staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying the night's events. The fear, the support from her friends, and the unexpected tenderness from Beomgyu all swirled in her thoughts.

"Yeah," Y/N whispered, a smile playing on her lips. "Maybe he does."

The morning after the party, Y/N sat at the breakfast table with Chaeryeong and her family, still processing the events of the previous night. The atmosphere was light but tinged with the remnants of concern. When Y/N's mother arrived to pick her up, there was a palpable sense of relief.

Chaeryeong, Chae-Yeon, and their parents greeted Y/N's mother warmly, inviting her inside for a more detailed conversation about everything that had happened.

As soon as Y/N saw her mother, she rushed into her arms, the emotions of the past few days finally catching up to her. Her mother, visibly upset and worried, held her tightly. "I'm here now, it's going to be okay," she whispered, her own voice shaking.

Inside, Y/N's mother listened intently as Chaeryeong's parents recounted the events of the party and Y/N's troubling situation with Hwan. She nodded gravely, her expression a mix of concern and anger. "Thank you for taking care of her," she said, her voice laced with gratitude and worry.

Later that day, back at her own home, Y/N found solace in the quiet and familiarity of her surroundings. The calm, however, was interrupted when Hwan's mother paid a visit.

Upon entering, Hwan's mother was immediately apologetic, her face etched with guilt and regret. "I can't express how sorry I am," she began, her voice trembling. "I had no idea my son... I never imagined he could do such things."

Y/N's mother listened, her expression stern yet empathetic. "I appreciate you coming here, but I'm sure you understand my primary concern is for Y/N's well-being."

Hwan's mother nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. "Of course, I completely understand. I just wanted to apologize personally and let you know that I'll do whatever I can to help."

Y/N, who had been quietly listening from the doorway, felt a mix of emotions. She was relieved that Hwan wasn't with his mother, grateful for her understanding, but also deeply saddened by the turn her relationship had taken.

The visit ended with a promise from Hwan's mother to address the situation with her son and ensure that Y/N would no longer be troubled by him. Y/N's mother thanked her and gently ushered her out, her protective instincts fully engaged.

As the door closed, Y/N leaned against it, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. She knew the road to healing would be long, but with her mother's support and her friends standing by her, she felt a glimmer of hope for a future free from fear and pain.

.

Monday morning at school marked a new beginning for Y/N. As she walked through the gates, a wave of relief washed over her, seeing her friends gathered, ready to support her. Yeonjun, Hueningkai, Yuna, Lia, and Chaeryeong were all there, their faces showing a mix of concern and happiness to see her.

“Hey, Y/N! It’s so good to see you,” Yeonjun greeted her with a warm smile.

Hueningkai nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we've missed you around here.”

Y/N felt a rush of gratitude. “Thanks, guys. It means a lot to me,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

The group made a conscious effort not to dwell on the recent events. Instead, they focused on being there for Y/N, offering her the comfort and normalcy she needed.

Meanwhile, Hwan’s attempt to manipulate those around him by playing the good guy had fallen flat. Y/N’s friends and family saw through his facade and stood firmly by her side.

As they made their way through the school, the usual cacophony of Y/N and Beomgyu’s arguments was notably absent. The halls were quieter, but the silence was a welcome change.

Beomgyu, who had been keeping his distance, watched over Y/N discreetly, ensuring she was okay without intruding. His usual brash demeanor had softened, replaced by a quiet, protective presence.

Teachers, too, noticed the change. “It’s nice not to break up their fights for once,” one remarked to another.

Then, one day, as the Christmas break approached, Beomgyu decided to bridge the gap he had created. He walked over to Y/N’s locker with a gift bag in hand. Tapping her on the shoulder, he waited for her to turn around.

Y/N looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of him. “Beomgyu? What’s this?” she asked, curiosity piqued.

Beomgyu shifted on his feet, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “I... uh, got you something. For Christmas.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, not just from the gift, but from Beomgyu’s unexpected gesture of kindness. “You didn’t have to do that,” she said, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

Beomgyu shrugged, trying to maintain his composure. “I wanted to. Just... don’t make a big deal out of it,” he said, handing her the bag.

Y/N took the gift, her fingers brushing against his. “Thank you, Beomgyu,” she whispered, her eyes meeting his.

Beomgyu nodded, his heart racing. “Yeah, no problem,” he mumbled before walking away, leaving Y/N standing there with the gift.

As Beomgyu walked away, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of relief and longing. He glanced back once, seeing Y/N opening the gift.

Inside the bag, Y/N found the Metallica album, still in its plastic wrapping, along with a few pieces of band merchandise. Her fingers traced the album cover, a smile spreading across her face.

“This means a lot, Beomgyu,” she whispered to herself, feeling a warmth in her heart.

During the Christmas holiday, Y/N and her friends found warmth and camaraderie in each other's homes, gathering for video games and junk food, sheltered from the winter chill outside. However, Beomgyu’s absence at these hangouts was palpable, leaving a void in their usual dynamic.

Yeonjun, seeing Y/N’s concern, reassured her. “Don’t worry about Beomgyu. I’ve seen him a few times. He's just sorting through some things.”

As they were deep in their gaming session at Y/N's place, the doorbell's chime interrupted their laughter. Y/N paused the game and walked to the door, her friends' curious eyes following her.

Opening the door, Y/N was surprised to see Hwan standing there, his arms laden with flowers and chocolates. “Y/N, please, I need to talk to you. I’m sorry about everything,” Hwan implored, his voice laden with remorse.

Y/N, taken aback, was at a loss for words. She didn’t trust his sudden change of heart.

Just then, Y/N’s mother appeared, her expression a fusion of anger and protectiveness. Lia, sensing the situation, hurried to Y/N’s side and gently pulled her back.

“Hwan, you need to leave. Now,” Y/N’s mother stated firmly, her protective instincts in full force.

“But I just want to apologize to Y/N,” Hwan tried to explain, his voice tinged with desperation.

“There’s nothing you can say to fix what you’ve done. If you don’t leave, I will call the police,” Y/N’s mother threatened, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Hwan, realizing he had no choice, reluctantly stepped back and left, his head hung low.

Closing the door, Y/N turned to find her friends gathered around her, faces filled with concern.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Lia asked, her voice soft yet worried.

Y/N nodded, trying to mask her unease. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just didn’t expect him to turn up like that.”

Yeonjun put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Y/N. We’re all here for you, no matter what.”

The group tried to return to their earlier jovial mood, but the shadow of Hwan’s unexpected visit lingered. As the evening wore on, Y/N’s thoughts drifted to Beomgyu. She wondered how he would have reacted had he been there and found herself missing his presence more than she had anticipated.

Y/N's mother, noticing her daughter's distant look, sat beside her. “You know, it’s okay to feel upset about this. But remember, you’re not alone in this. We’re all with you.”

As the days leading up to Christmas dwindled, Y/N received an unexpected message from Beomgyu asking to meet up. After his noticeable absence during most of the Christmas break, this invitation was both exciting and nerve-wracking for her.

Arriving at the café Beomgyu had specified, Y/N was surprised to find it was just him waiting for her. She had expected a group hangout, but the prospect of spending time alone with Beomgyu stirred a mix of anticipation and anxiety within her.

Beomgyu, who spotted Y/N as she walked in, greeted her with a warm, genuine smile – a far cry from the sarcastic smirks she had grown accustomed to during their arguments at school. “Hey, Y/N, over here,” he called out, waving her over.

Y/N approached, her heart beating a little faster. “Hey, Beomgyu. I wasn’t expecting it to be just us,” she said, a hint of surprise in her voice.

“Yeah, I thought it’d be nice to catch up, just the two of us,” Beomgyu replied, his voice calm yet sincere.

They ordered their coffees and found a quiet corner table. The initial silence between them was filled with unspoken words and shared memories. Finally, Beomgyu broke the ice.

“So, I’ve been thinking a lot about how things have been between us,” he started, his eyes meeting hers. “From that first day we bumped into each other, it’s been… quite a journey, hasn’t it?”

Y/N nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, I never would have imagined we’d end up here, having coffee together, after all that arguing.”

Beomgyu chuckled softly. “I know, right? I guess we’ve both changed a lot since then. I’ve been doing some thinking… about how I acted, and I wanted to apologize for being so difficult at times.”

Y/N was taken aback by his candidness. “I… wasn’t expecting an apology. I mean, I wasn’t exactly easy to get along with either.”

Beomgyu shook his head, a slight smile on his face. “Maybe, but I think I owe you one. I realized I might have been a bit too harsh at times.”

As Y/N and Beomgyu sat in the café, illuminated by the soft Christmas lights, their conversation continued to unfold with an ease that surprised them both.

“Remember that time we got paired for that science project?” Y/N chuckled, recalling one of their less antagonistic school moments. “We were both so convinced our method was better.”

Beomgyu laughed. “Yeah, and in the end, we had to combine our ideas. Turned out pretty well, though.”

The reminiscing led to discussions about their future aspirations. “I’m actually thinking of majoring in graphic design,” Y/N shared, her eyes lighting up.

“That’s cool,” Beomgyu nodded. “I’ve always known you were creative. As for me, I’m leaning towards music production. It’s been a passion for a while.”

The conversation then shifted to the topic of the Metallica album he had given her. Y/N, curious, asked him about it. “So, why did you decide to give me the album? You won it fair and square that day at the record store.”

Beomgyu hesitated for a moment, then admitted, “Well, I realized I never really wanted the album. I just... I guess I wanted to win that day. But after everything, I thought you’d appreciate it more. It was your favorite band, after all.”

Y/N smiled warmly. “It meant a lot to me. Thank you, Beomgyu. It was a really thoughtful gift.”

As they continued to talk, the initial awkwardness they had felt was completely gone, replaced by a newfound appreciation for each other. They found humor in their past misunderstandings and recognized the growth they both had undergone.

Eventually, the conversation waned, and it was time to part ways. As they stood up to leave, Y/N felt a sense of reluctance. “This was nice, Beomgyu. We should hang out like this more often,” she suggested, hoping he felt the same.

Beomgyu nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I’d like that. It’s been... surprisingly nice.”

They walked out of the café together, the crisp winter air greeting them. As they said their goodbyes, there was a moment of comfortable silence.

“See you after the holidays, Y/N,” Beomgyu said, a genuine smile on his face.

“See you, Beomgyu. Have a great Christmas,” Y/N replied, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment.

Y/N's walk home was filled with reflections on the evening she'd spent with Beomgyu. It was a refreshing change from their usual interactions, one that left her feeling hopeful and content.

After the Christmas break, school resumed with its usual buzz and energy. The corridors were alive with students sharing their holiday experiences.

One morning, Lia, Yuna, Yeji, Chaeryeong, and Y/N gathered with the boys, excitedly discussing their Christmas gifts and New Year’s celebrations.

“I got this amazing art set from my parents,” Lia shared enthusiastically. “Spent almost all of New Year’s Eve drawing.”

Yuna chimed in with a laugh, “And I attempted to bake a cake for Christmas. Let’s just say it didn’t turn out as planned.”

Their laughter and chatter filled the air until they noticed Beomgyu approaching. He seemed different – his usual wolf cut was now a bit shorter, and his hair was a uniform light brown, framing his face in a way that accentuated his features.

“Whoa, Beomgyu, looking sharp!” Yeonjun exclaimed as he approached, a wide grin on his face. “New year, new look, huh?”

Beomgyu shrugged, a slight smile on his face. “Yeah, thought it was time for a change.”

Y/N couldn’t help but admire the change. “It looks really good on you, Beomgyu.”

Beomgyu met her eyes, his smile widening a bit. “Thanks, Y/N.”

The group continued their walk to class, now with Beomgyu in tow. The conversation shifted to plans for the upcoming year, with everyone sharing their goals and aspirations.

As they walked and talked, Y/N noticed a new dynamic in the group. Beomgyu seemed more engaged, often adding his thoughts and even joking around, which was a pleasant change from his usual aloof demeanor.

The bell rang, signaling the start of class, and they all headed to their respective rooms. Y/N felt a sense of warmth in her heart. The new term was off to a good start, and she couldn’t help but feel optimistic about what lay ahead.

Throughout the day, Y/N found herself thinking about Beomgyu and the changes he had undergone. It wasn’t just his appearance; his attitude seemed different too, more open and approachable.

Later, as they gathered for lunch, the group found themselves discussing a class project due in the coming weeks. Beomgyu, surprisingly, suggested they work on it together after school.

“Sounds like a plan,” Y/N agreed, looking forward to spending more time with the group, and secretly, with Beomgyu.

As the day drew to a close at school, Y/N felt an undeniable sense of excitement and a sense of belonging within her group of friends. Beomgyu's changes, both in his appearance and demeanor, had infused a new energy into their dynamics, and she found herself increasingly curious about the new version of him.

Weeks after their newfound friendship, Beomgyu stood nervously at his locker, clutching a small bunch of flowers and a box of chocolates. Today was the day he had decided to reveal his true feelings to Y/N. The thought alone set his heart racing.

Yeonjun, standing beside Jeongin and Soobin, couldn't help but tease him, “If you guys spent two years arguing, it's pretty obvious you're into each other.”

Beomgyu shot him a glare but couldn't hide the anxious anticipation in his eyes.

“Go on, Beomgyu. It’s now or never,” Soobin encouraged him with a supportive pat on the back.

With a deep breath, Beomgyu steeled his nerves and approached Y/N, who was standing a few steps away, engaged in conversation with Yuna and Lia.

“Hey, Y/N,” Beomgyu called out, his voice surprisingly steady despite his racing heart.

Y/N turned, her expression lighting up with surprise and curiosity. “Beomgyu? What’s all this about?” she inquired, noticing the flowers and chocolates.

Gathering his courage, Beomgyu looked into her eyes. “Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you. I like you, a lot more than I ever admitted. I’ve felt this way for a long time.”

Y/N's eyes widened, a mixture of astonishment and delight dancing in them. “Really? Mr. Grumpy, I never saw this coming,” she teased, her smile broadening.

“Yeah, well, Mrs. Clumsy, I guess it was about time I confessed,” Beomgyu replied, his voice tinged with a playful warmth.

The two shared a laugh, their old antagonistic nicknames now taking on a fond, affectionate tone.

Y/N took a step closer, her heart fluttering with excitement. “I like you too, Beomgyu. I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

In that moment, they both leaned in for a tender, heartfelt kiss. It was a kiss that encapsulated years of hidden feelings, a shared history of arguments and laughter.

Their friends watched from afar, cheering and clapping in support. Yuna and Lia shared a look of excitement, thrilled for their friend.

After the kiss, Beomgyu handed Y/N the flowers and chocolates. “For you, Mrs. Clumsy,” he said with a smile.

Y/N accepted them with a giggle. “Thank you, Mr. Grumpy. They’re beautiful.”

As they walked away together, hand in hand, a new chapter in their lives began. Their journey from rivals to friends had now blossomed into something more – a relationship built on understanding, laughter, and a deep connection.

The school hallways, once filled with their arguments, now echoed with their shared laughter and whispers of future plans. Beomgyu and Y/N, once known for their endless bickering, had found in each other a partner, a confidante, and a love that had grown from their unique bond.

Their story, which began with a collision on the first day of high school, had come full circle in the most unexpected and beautiful way. As they looked ahead, they knew whatever the future held, they would face it together, as a team, ready to navigate the joys and challenges of life side by side.

#tomorrow x together #txt #txt x reader #txt x y/n #txt x you #fanfic #fanfiction #txt beomgyu #choi beomgyu x you #beomgyu x female reader #beomgyu x you #beomgyu x y/n #choi beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu #beomgyu #txt x fem reader #txt scenarios

[fairyofjaeyun]

c b g ➳ hotel room ꕤ

[1:36] now playing: hotel - montell fish

[warning] femdaddy kink, light feminization (gyu wearing fishnets), filming, spanking, degrading, doll pet name, begging, rimming, fingering (male receiving), pegging, bulge kink, fake cum, breeding kink (male receiving), use of they/them pronouns for reader (once), pwp

2nd person // 1.7K words

requested 💟

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in the hotel room, beomgyu was propped up onto his elbows and knees, his ass facing the large ring light and camera. his tan skin was smooth; waxed to perfection. his spread, pink fishnet-cladded legs showed off his puckering brown hole, along with his wet tip that peeked below his balls.

you hit record and walk towards him, the bed dipping as you sit beside him. you lightly run your nails along his cheeks, experimentally, and beomgyu whimpers, his body shivering form your light scratching. “look at you, already so sensitive.” you giggle, making him pout. “I know, sweetie. don’t worry, daddy will take care of you.”

beomgyu peers at you over his shoulder, his lips still pouting. “daddy’s gonna fill me up with their cum, right?” he teases you by backing up towards you and wiggling his ass, only to jerk and yelp when his cheek is struck with your hand.

you chuckle, rubbing his irritated skin, “of course, my doll. and you’re gonna be a good slut and take what daddy gives you, right?”

he nods, his waved hair bouncing ever so slightly.

“right?” you repeat, squeezing his ass tight and letting your nails dig into his skin.

beomgyu cries out and hisses, letting his arms collapse beneath him, “yes, daddy! I can take it.”

you bend down and give him a kiss on the peak of his shoulder, your lip color printing on his skin. “there you go,” you say and go back to the lower half of his body. his back now deeply arched, practically presenting his ass to you.

you let your hands wander around his cheeks, groping and squeezing at every little flab of flesh you could find. beomgyu leaned into your touch, his body beginning to shiver as your hands traveled lower towards his poor dick that was so hard and contained by the pretty pink tights. he whines loudly when he feels your fingers run down his balls all to the way to his tip, his dick twitching and precum dripping beneath him.

“please, daddy, please…” he whines oh so softly, shifting his body as more precum comes out of his slit. he looks over his shoulder once he hears your laugh, watching your hands reattach themselves to his ass. then, while facing the camera, you bring your head next to him and slowly lick his ass cheek.

beomgyu gasps because it feels unexpectedly good, despite it just being you teasing him. your other hand is still squeezing him, your nails occasionally pressing into him. then suddenly your finger begins prodding at his hole through the fishnets, causing him to moan and bite his lip.

“such a needy little thing,” you start, almost in a trance as you watch his hole flutter beneath your finger, “so desperate to be filled.” gently, you start adding pressure, the tip of your finger slowly entering him. the raw stretch oddly making his stomach flare up.

without a second thought, you rip open his tights, now giving yourself full access to his hole. beomgyu couldn’t try to hold back his excitement as he moans and dips his head back down between his shoulders. “oh, you like that?” you turn towards him, “such a slutty little doll.” you spank him and he jerks, another lewd noise escaping his lips.

you move behind him, in between his legs, positioning yourself for the camera in front of the bed while gazing into the second one propped up beside the bed. you give a quick peck to his upper thigh, leaving another faint lipstick stain before licking his asshole. you could feel him melt from your tongue as he lets out a drawn “oh,” his hole puckering from the attention.

“yes, daddy! your tongue feels so good,” beomgyu groans as you lick him again, trying desperately not to wrap his hand around his cock. he was trying so hard to be good so you could fuck him how he wanted you to.

you continue to eat him out while running your hands up and down his legs. his skin feels so hot. you licked and fucked his hole with your tongue until he started squirming and loudly pleading to you, “please, daddy! I need you inside of me, please! I’ve been good, I’ve been good!”

you pull away from him with a smack of your lips and see the sheen of spit that now coating and dripping down his hole. he was more than ready now. “alright, baby. daddy will stretch you out now.”

you grab the lube that was on the corner of the bed as beomgyu repeated endless lines of “thank you”s. you flip open the cap and pour a generous amount on his asshole, which clenches from the cool temperature of the liquid, then coat your fingers with the same amount. you start with two fingers, letting them gradually be swallowed by his walls before pumping them in and out at a decent pace.

beomgyu is nothing but loud as you prep him and add a third finger that slides inside him with ease. “fuck, please,” he whimpers when you hit his prostate, feeling his orgasm building up as his whole body flushes.

you remove your fingers immediately, “no, you’re not cumming yet.” he whines in protest but doesn’t dare to open his mouth knowing that you were going to fuck him.

he had to look back and see you put on your strap. you attached the new dildo, just as he hoped. the big, veiny one (about 9 inches in length and over 2 inches in girth) that could squirt fake cum inside of him and will probably leave him sore for days. he clenches his asshole in excitement as he waits anxiously for it to be inside of him, and as soon as it’s secured around your hips, he takes both of his hands and spreads himself open for you.

“good doll, so eager to take daddy’s dick,” you said, admired by beomgyu’s slutty behavior. you line the head of the dildo to his hole, playfully rubbing it around his rim to get a desperate noise out of him.

“tell me how much you want it,” you ordered him, locking your fingers into his long hair. beomgyu whimpers from your nails scratching him and your fingering tugging on his scalp. he starts stammering, failed words turning into hushed gasps as you leaned your strap closer to his entrance; his mind corrupted with thoughts of you fucking him.

“I-I need it so bad, daddy. I wanna feel it stretching my tight little hole and my little tummy until they’re filled up with cum and it’s leaking out of me. please!” beomgyu ends his pleads with an empty sob as you finally push the tip inside of him. a smirk tugs your lips as you enter him in a painfully slow pace.

“that’s it,” you mutter as you watch him bottom out with ease, your core heating up at the fact that you’d be able to replay his hole stretching around you whenever you edit the video, however many times as you please.

he moans loudly when he feels the fake balls near his rim, instinctively arching back for more of you even though it was impossible for you to push even further. then he cries out, “oh!” his hand flies towards his belly, “I-I feel…” his brains practically melts to mush as he feels the bulge of his belly, whatever words he wanted to spit on completely evaporated from his consciousness.

“aww, you feel it stretching your tummy, baby? you feeling okay?” you check up on him, peering over his shoulder to look at his face. from what you could see beneath his long locks, he was already pretty fucked out—lips swollen, eyelids heavy, hair messy. you move a section of hair away from his eye and he looks at you with begging eyes.

“I’m okay. please keep going.”

and so you started thrusting into him. you start at slow but rough pace, letting him get used to the new length but not teasing him any longer. beomgyu didn’t hold back with his lewd noises, as always, giving you a wonderful variety of moans, groans, and whimpers as you picked up the pace.

“you’re such a good boy, gyu,” you said between your own moans, unable to resist them when the base of dildo rubs against your clit. you spank him hard, and he nearly screams as you both feel your skin sting and bloom an irritated red.

“o-only for you, d-daddy,” he slurs, eyes rolling back as his body heats up and his cock bobs between his legs, “c-can I…?”

“go ahead, doll,” you tell him as you grab his hips roughly, “cum for daddy.” and you quickly squeeze the balls of the dildo and faux cum shoots inside beomgyu alongside his own cum that spurts out of his cock onto the bed and the inside of his thighs with a pretty sob coming from his wet lips.

after letting him calm down from his orgasm you grab the camera beside the bed and hold it over his ass to capture you taking your strap out of him with your other hand spreading him open. fake cum instantly drips out of his ruined hole as you empty him, leaving him gaping and clenching around nothing as he whines.

“good boy,” you nearly whisper, then shut the camera off and crawl next to beomgyu. his eyes were shut and his breathes were long and deep in and out of his nose as he started to drift off. you attempted to fix his fluffy hair, but some strands stubbornly fell back into their unassigned part.

you then hear beomgyu mumble something beneath his breath, his volume and his pouting making you unable to comprehend it. “I’m sorry?”

“hold me,” he said gently. he was moments away from falling asleep.

“of course,” you whispered—how could you say no? you scooted next to him so you lay down, then lifted him into your arms, resting his head onto your chest. he moaned softly when he got comfortable and let his body rest against you, falling asleep almost immediately after you started rubbing his back with your fingers.

you yourself weren’t tired, but it didn’t matter. you just smiled to yourself at the thought of watching yourself trace figures on his soft back from the other camera.

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[wolfytae-exe]

mermaid fem!gyu + the little mermaid scenario

princess reader set on a ship back home after going to find herself a king, which has turned unsuccessful as all the men she encountered left her unsatisfied. Unfortunately the course of the ship is detoured into a storm which causes the ship to break apart and sink. Mermaid Beomgyu who watched this occur from the safety of the water, who had just been watching the people on the ship with curiosity, finds herself saving the princess who ends up drowning, and swims her to shore.

It’s not until she swims away that she realizes just how beautiful the human was, so delicate to water yet so pretty surrounded by it, the blue hue shining with the sun along her face enhancing her beauty. Beomgyu needed to see her again, she needed to see the sea witch and get her legs so she can let the princess know just who saved her life!

#cici is rambling again #this is too fluffy for me to make into a fic sorry yall #but it was thought i just got #fem!beomgyu #mermaid!txt #mermaid! beomgyu #princess!reader #the little mermaid #txt #beomgyu #beomgyu scenarios

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Jealousy, Jealousy... | Part 1

A/N: don't even have a summary for this. oc is in love with gyu and gyu is in love with another girl but both are virgin losers and gyu is a horndog who would let oc do what she wants to him just as long as he gets to cum.

Not proofread.

"Can I touch your cock?"

"What?" He chokes on his drink, some of it even coming out of his nose, and you pull a disgusted face. Really? Is this the guy you like? You need higher standards. 

Still, you like him, drink squirting and all. You shrug, looking down at your own drink and fiddling with it nervously. "Just wanna know what a cock feels like. It’s no big deal." You bluff, hiding behind your inexperience that he knows about all too well.

Beomgyu is quiet for a while, and you start manifesting for the couch you’re sitting on to devour you whole. But finally he speaks up.

"Okay.” He says, and your head snaps up to look at him in disbelief. “If I can touch your pussy too."

You sneer at him as if you hadn’t literally asked him the same thing. "What? No. Pervert!"

"But you just--"

"Forget it." Truth is you were self-conscious about what he’d think if he saw your body. You didn't look like those onlyfans girls you’ve caught him watching many times. What if he finds your pussy weird-looking? God, you would never live that down. 

"No, wait, okay, okay." He quickly backtracks, dropping his demand. His eagerness would be laughable if you weren’t just as eager yourself. “You can touch me.” 

“Woah, what are you doing?” You cover your eyes with your hands when you see him pull down on his pants. 

“Taking my cock out? You know, so you can touch me?” 

“Not so fast, idiot. Let’s take it slow.” 

He gives you a dumb look. “Slow how? Like kissing?” 

Your cheeks flush at the thought, having imagined exactly that too many times, just Beomgyu pulling you into a heated kiss and maybe confessing his undying love for you, and how he’s only been acting so clueless and stupid to hide his true feelings for you…

No, you definitely should not be kissing. 

“Forget it. Pull down your pants.” You tell him and he happily obliges, his cock springing out of his pants and smacking against his hoodie, leaving a tiny wet stain on it. 

“Well, don’t just stare at it.” He whines when you take too long to make a move, grabbing your hand and moving it to wrap around his cock, moaning out at his own movements. 

“Wow, it’s so soft.” You marvel as he moves your hand up and down his shaft, his skin gliding smoothly under your palm. 

"Mmm hmmm." He hums and you look up to see him staring straight at you. 

"Stop staring at me, you freak." You blush, feeling scrutinized. This was already so nerve-racking for you, you didn’t need him watching you like that. 

“Come on, jerk me off properly. I’m doing all the work here.” He whines, pressing down on your hand to make you grab him tighter. 

You roll your eyes. He’s such a brat. “Fine.” You smack his hand off and hold him firmly in your grip, trying to imitate the movements of your favorite internet dom and how she gets her sub to go crazy for her. And Beomgyu would be such a cute sub, and he’d make such pretty noises that you definitely didn’t spend your nights fantasizing about with your hand down your pants. 

But he’s exceeding even your filthiest fantasies with the moans he’s letting out. He’s so loud and whiny, it’s going straight to your pussy and drenching your underwear.  

In an effort to still come out the one in control, you tease him. “How are you so hard already?”

But it’s not effective on Beomgyu. Not when he never had any sense of shame to begin with. “Of course, I’m hard. You’re jerking me off. I’ve been dreaming about this since I was thirteen.” 

“You have?” Your pace falters. Is this it? Is this how he confesses to you? Sure, it’s not the most romantic setting but you’ll take it. 

“Of course. You know I’ve been trying to get any kind of action for years. Thank you so much. You’re the best.” He babbles, throwing his head back and thrusting up in your hand. You’re glad he did that so he wouldn’t see the absolutely heartbroken look on your face. You’re so stupid. He just wanted someone to touch his crusty dick. 

Okay, that’s a lie. He actually has a really pretty dick which is so unfair. You wish it was veiny and gross and standing weird. Maybe then you would’ve gotten over your apparently hopeless crush on him. 

"Fuck, you’re really touching my cock." He whimpers, staring at the way his cock is thrusting into your hand, too lost in the pleasure of it to notice your sour mood. “It feels so good.”

“I know. I can see the way you’ve gone all brain-dead just from a few strokes. I don’t even have to do much when you’re practically humping my hand. Are you that desperate?” You talk down to him, needing to release your bitterness somehow, but it only spurs Beomgyu on further. 

He nods, jaw hanging open and a little drool dribbling out of the corner of his mouth as he stares at you, heavy-lidded. “God, you’re so dirty and mean. I didn’t even know I’m into that.” He groans. 

No, what he’s into is cute, feminine girls dressed in skimpy little sundresses whimpering and crying as they get railed by big cocks. It’s why you’ve tried dressing all girly before he pointed out the change in your style and made fun of you for it. You know he didn’t mean it maliciously. It’s just what best friends do, make fun of each other over the stupidest things. But it sure guaranteed you’d never dress like that again. 

"Can I cum?" 

"Oh, you’re asking permission?" You laugh, happy to at least be having an effect on the man you're in love with, even if it’s just because he’s a desperate perv. "Guess whenever I need to put you in line I should just put my hand down your pants."

"Yes, please." 

You giggle. Well if you can’t have him, at least you’ll have this. 

“You can cum, gyu.” 

“Oh, thank you. Thank you!” He moans, and you point his cock towards his hoodie so he’d cum all over it. Just a little petty revenge on him. Not that he even cares, if the dopey smile on his face is any indication. 

“Thank you.” 

“You’ve said that already, idiot.” You wipe your hand on his hoodie, soiling it further. 

“I mean it.”He sits up from his slumped position and grabs your hand as you pull it away. “Let me make it up to you. Let me eat you out.” 

You frown at him and yank your hand away. “You just wanna know what pussy tastes like.” 

“So? It’s a win-win.” He scrambles to the ground and slots himself between your legs, resting his head on your thighs and peering up at you cutely. “Please.” 

You feel one of his thumb swipe under the leg of your shorts and you kick him away. “No!”

But he grabs your leg and whines. “Why?”

“I’m saving it for someone I love.” You admit shyly and he has the audacity to retort, “You know I love you.” 

“I know.” You sigh, “But not that way… right?” 

“Right.” He admits, finally letting you go and you just want to crawl into yourself and cease to exist. It all hurts too bad. You don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself when he clearly will never feel the same way about you. You really should forget all about this. It’s a mistake. A moment of weakness. That’s all it is.

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But you can’t hold on to your convictions when he’s drooling over her like that. 

“Seriously, Beomgyu, we’re in the middle of studying.” 

He snaps his open mouth shut. “What? I’m not doing anything.” He says defensively and you roll your eyes, reaching up to swipe the drool off the corner of his lips. 

“You’re staring at her as if you wanna take her right here inside the library.” You retort, hiding the pain from your voice well.

“So what if I do? She’s so sexy. I could just rip that tight, pink dress off her body. It’s barely even covering it. I can practically see her–oh!” His horny tirade cuts off into a gasp as you grab him through his pants. 

“What are you doing?” He looks at you, panicked, but his hips still buck up into your hand. He’s such a horndog. 

“Keeping you from jumping her in the middle of a public place.” You sneer, though in reality you just can’t bear him talking about her any longer. 

“What about you jerking me off in the middle of a public place?” He counters back and you flush at being called out, moving to pull your hand away but he stops you, his large hand encompassing yours and pressing it against his bulge just like he did that first time. 

“Did I mention that I’m totally fine with that?” He asks and you let out a sigh of relief. You can’t handle being rejected by him now. This is the only thing you have going for you–that you’re the only girl getting him off. If he doesn’t want it anymore then you’ve got nothing. 

Luckily though, getting his dick touched is still very effective at getting him to stop obsessing over her and just focus on you. 

“Go faster.” He prompts, but you don’t give him what he wants that easily. You gotta make him work for it so you don’t feel like you’re that easy. 

“I will if you can answer this question.” You point to the next question in the quiz you were solving and he groans. “Who cares? Just need you.” He whines, knowing how weak you are for his puppy dog eyes, but unbeknownst to him, you’re too wounded by his flagrant drooling over another woman for this to work now. 

“I care. So either you be good and answer or you don’t get to cum today.” 

“You’re so cruel.” He whines, but casts his eyes to the paper, making an effort to figure out the answer, his brows furrowing and his lips pulling in a pout as his pretty brain works overtime to answer the question you wanted. 

God, he’s so pretty. And you’re so screwed. 

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“Look, baby, look what I got!” Beomgyu yells, shoving a piece of paper into your face enthusiastically. The writing is swimming in front of your eyes and you’re finding it so hard to focus when he is calling you that–baby–something he’d gotten into the habit of saying since you began messing with him. 

Luckily, he’s kind enough to tell you what you’re looking at. “I got an A! I never thought I’d get an A in my life, and it’s all thanks to you!” He squeals, gathering you into his arms and smothering you with a passionate kiss that you’re too weak to resist, getting lost in his soft lips. His soft, sweet lips that you’ve been dreaming about for years–his pouty, full lips that you’ve had to hold yourself back from kissing every time he’d pout–his perfect lips that you promised yourself you’d never kiss because you knew it would be game over for you. 

Dam it, Beomgyu!

You shove him away. “I said no kissing!” You bark and he cowers like a scolded dog. “But I did so well. Thought I deserved a reward, and you’re just so kissable.” He tries to get another kiss but you’re prepared for him now. 

“Don’t say things like that.” You hiss way too sharply and he winces. “Why not?”

“I don’t like it.” You tell him and he frowns. “You’re not my boyfriend.”

He scoffs. “I know that.” 

“We’re just fuck buddies.” 

“Not even that.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you don’t even let me fuck you. How can we be fuck buddies if you’re freaking out over me just kissing you? You’re treating me like a glorified dildo. Why can’t I touch you too?” 

You can’t answer that truthfully or you’ll ruin everything, so you deflect. “If you don’t like it then we can stop. I don’t need this. I can easily find another guy to play with. One who wouldn’t whine about getting free handjobs.” 

He gives you a betrayed look, but quickly collects himself. “Fine. You do that. I don’t care.” 

“Fine.” 

“Fine!” He huffs, storming off and leaving his graded paper behind. You grab it, your chest filling with a sense of pride you can’t keep at bay. You did this. You helped him get an A. And he was so happy about it too. He was so happy he kissed you. It was everything you wanted, which is exactly why you had to stop it. 

Yes, it hurts now, but it would’ve hurt a million times more if you let yourself get carried away with it. It’s better to stop it now before it’s too late for you. 

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A/N: whoever has ideas for future scenes let me know, preferably non-smut scenes because at this point the story is entirely smut lmao

#txt smut #beomgyu smut #sub!idol #dom!reader #sub!beomgyu #sub!gyu #fem!reader

[wolfchankki]

I loved your Soobin fic 🤭 and I loved it so so much, and I thought I'd request smtn, idk about you but when I see Beomgyu I always think of him as a bratty bottom, so here's what I'm thinking:

・FemDom reader (Like femfem.. No one can tell she's the top.. I don't see enough of those type of doms iykwim)

The scenario would be that reader and Beomgyu are roommates, reader is more on the introverted side so she doesn't go out much unlike Beomgyu does, which makes him think “She's probably haven't sex before” so he'd tease her until one day reader is over it and puts him in his place!

For kinks I'd want to see some overstimulation, slight degradation (or praising degrades), pet names, maybe a mommy kink?, & toys (vibrators)

That's all from me for now 🤭

Hello babe, good? Thanks for the request! I’m sorry for taking so long to post, but today I finally had a day off, and I hope the little longer writing make up for my delay. You guys are going feral over bratty Beomgyu and I’m loving every moment of it so far JSHKSHKS, for sure I’ll try to engage a little of every kink you put here, and here we stand up for FemFemdoms!

Im sorry for any mistake, I’m writing it totally stressed out AND a little drunk

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Bratty!Beomgyu x FemDom!Reader

overstimulation, degradation, pet names, mommy kink, toys (bullet and wand vibrator), a single face slap, hairpulling, no piv sex

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“Sleepless” (aka my fav Dutch Melrose song)

Tired of him nagging your ears off for four hours straight, you put your headphones on, a chill Spotify playlist giving some peace for your overused hearing sense.

At least for fifteen minutes, before your roommate get bored and took them off of you.

Taking one heavy breath with closed eyes, you finally open them again, not fully ready for Beomgyu’s shit talking again.

“…But are you really still virgin?” Asked after straight four minutes of a monologue of “how people over 20 shouldn’t be virgins anymore”.

For fucks sake.

No, you’re not virgin, but what’s the problem if you were? You could be religious, or that could be just your choice. Why is he so bothered by the thought of you having or not sex?

“Not of your business, Choi, now let me sleep”.

“I can’t! I’m now sure that you’re a freaking virgin and you’re just ashamed to admit. How can you sleep knowing that you’re over 20 and still virgin?”

His logic just doesn’t make sense enough for you, so you just fix the hem of your purple dress with a huff. You put him after your bath since your pajamas are on the dryer.

“I know you’re tired, but listen: you never, never, hang out alone or with someone, you’re always occupied ever since I know you, so you can’t possibly had sex before. So, you’re virgin!”

“Yeah yeah, you figured out the biggest secret of my life, now let’s sleep, Beomgyu” your tired voice gave some chills to the boy’s spine, observing you undo the Dutch braid of your hair, your almost everyday hair style. You thought that just agree with him would save you a little mental sanity.

Oh girl, how wrong.

“Ha! You virgin!” he scoffed “Are you waiting for your prince?”

“Guess you want to be this prince, since you’re making it such a big deal” you answered, rolling your eyes.

“Maybe, it would be lovely to make such a damsel cry for my cock” even not looking at him, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

That was the last straw you needed.

Standing up in a hurry, you gave no time for him to make another joke before you slapped him across the face.

He looked at you, too shocked to speak, hand in his red cheek.

Your stinging hand runs to his hair, taking in a fistful of his overgrown locks.

“Listen to me, very very carefully, Beomgyu. Now, you’ll shut your dirty mouth and do exactly what I want, am I clear?”

At first, he was too shocked with the attitude to speak, so, as little reminder of his new position, you tighten the grip in his hair.

“Yes, ma’am!”

Surprised by his sudden politeness into calling you “ma’am”, you hum at his response. You forcefully make him lay on your own bed, leaving him there to make sure the door is locked.

He wanted to ask if you’re that desperate for losing your virginity as a tease, but he already knows better and kept his mouth shut for the first time.

“You’re unsufferable, Choi, I’m worn-out of it. You need to learn your place for now on, so, that’s how its going to work: first, I’m not going to have sex with you, bad dogs like you don’t deserve it, but you feel a little of what I could do with you if I really wanted to. If something gets too much, just say “red”, then I’ll stop, and if you’re feeling good to continue, say “green”. If you don’t say “red”, I’ll stop whenever I feel like it. Ill not tie you up for now, but if you fucking think about touching me, you’ll regret it.”

Dazed, Beomgyu just nods eagerly. Who’s desperate now?

“You’re just a dumb, desperate whore, Beomgyu, ill make it clear for you since you’re too stupid to realize it by yourself.”

He hated the way his cock throbbed in his pants.

“Sit properly” you demand, “and take off your clothes”.

A little troubled, he does what you want, wondering what you going to do.

While he takes his clothes off in no hurry, you went to your wardrobe and take some things from the last drawer. Beomgyu was shocked seeing the wand and the bullet vibrators in your hand.

“You…”

“It’s clean, don’t you worry about it.”

“I would ask if you… When you use it?” for the first time ever, you saw him blushing at his own question.

“You’re always not home, sometimes I need to relax” you answer as if it was nothing. He didn’t answer.

“Why ae you so quiet now, uh?” you tease “Not so cheeky anymore, Gyu?”

The simple nickname made shivers run down his spine. Good.

Is something hard to explain, the sensation of knowing that you’re the one in charge now, also acknowledging that the whole time, you’ll be fully clothed, while he’s all exposed to you. Is something powerful, this kind of dominance.

“Are you okay? Use your words, Beomgyu” is always good to check up on the subbing one, know if they’re mentally prepared to continue the scene, you know it well.

“Yes, ma’am”.

“You know why I am doing it?’’ you asked, walking towards his naked self, sat in the middle of the bed”

Beomgyu didn’t answered, looking away, making you chuckle.

“Soon you’ll know.”

You pretty dress moves with your body while you sit in bed next to him, exposing your tights a little more, drawing his attention towards them.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Very much, actually.”

Here’s the cheeky tone again.

“Lay on your back. I want you to lay your head on top of your hands, arms up.”

This time, he takes a little more time to react to your words, but you let him take his time without pushing too much further, knowing that everything of it is new to him.

He finally obeys, laying on the bed just the way you wanted, looking at the ceiling.

“Not so brave anymore, bitch?”

He huffs, you ignore.

Looking down, you could see his half hard member.

“Is my dumb whore enjoying it? Enjoying being called this dirty things, uh?”

Your fingertips run along his thigh softly and you observe him chilling and his cock twitching. He closed his eyes with a deep breath. You take advantage of it and take the wand vibrator in your hand, turning it on in the lowest setting at the base of his dick.

He let out a strangled, surprised moan, his hands already flying towards you arm for support, but he remembered your threat, putting his hands back to place.

The game was just starting.

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“Mo-mommy, please!”

His fucked-out expression made you hum, holding one of his trembling thighs in a heavy grip, your nails digging a little in his skin while the bullet made his way to his tip after his first orgasm.

“Mommy? What is it now, uh?” you chuckle “Didn’t new you like it, Beomgyu… But mommy will make you feel good again and again, wasn’t it what you wanted? Mommy’s attention, slut?”

That was when his sobbing started, already feeling overstimulated from just one orgasm. With your iron grip – that he was surprised that you even had the strength to hold him in place – didn’t let him close his leg, making the sensations stronger. He never stimulated himself after the orgasm, and the feeling hit him hard.

“Color, Beomgyu?”

He hated to admit, but the agonizing sensation was making he feel good in some way, and know that the moment he wasn’t feeling well you will stop, made it even more pleasurable for him.

“Green! Green, mommy, ma-make me cum, pleasepleaseple-ah! Please!” You chuckle at his hurry, caressing his thigh.

“Y’know, I shouldn’t let you, you were so, so bad earlier, pup… maybe I don’t let you cum again at all and just stop here…” Being unfair, you turned on again the wand vibrator in a little higher setting at the base of his dick, not taking off the bullet in his tip, making him squirm, moaning louder that you imagine that he would.

“M'sorry! Sorry, mommy, m’sorry!”

“Are you? Are you really sorry, or you’re just a desperate whore to cum?”

“M’really sorry, I-I swear, m’mmy!”

You could tell that he was using all his self-control to not cum without your permission, and fighting the urge to move his hands from their place he so obediently let them.

“Then you can cum, Choi.” You almost don’t finish your words when he came with a scream, barely nothing coming out, his body having strong goosebumps and spasms.

But you just took away the bullet.

He cried, and you straddled his thighs, not letting him move.

“Just one more and we’re done, can you do it for mommy, puppy?”

You observe the fat tears running down his pink cheeks, smiling to yourself, he was so pretty fucked out like this.

“What’s your color, Gyu? Speak to mommy”.

Taking away the vibrator to let him talk, he takes some deep breaths.

“I… I-I think I can, mommy… Green.”

“That’s a good boy! Let me know if gets too much”.

You put the vibrator almost in the highest setting, again finding its way to his dick.

He sobs and bucks his hips hardly but couldn’t do much since you’re pretty comfortable siting in his thighs. He could feel your soaked cunt through your panties in one of his thighs but couldn’t do anything about it with his hands below his head, trying to obey you. He tried to focus on your pretty hair contouring your face and the strap of your dress slipping off your shoulder, an image that he will never forget.

“I’ll ask again; why am I doing it, Beomgyu?”

“I-I was- humph! I was bad to you, mo-mommy!”

“Right! You were very bad and nosy, Gyu, but is okay, mommy will teach you how to behave properly. What do we say when someone does something good for us, Beomgyu?”

The buzz of the vibrator was inebriating both your senses.

“Thanks, thanks for making me le-learn, mommy, thank you, I’m sorry!”

“What a good boy, already learning! You can come when you’re ready, baby, so good for mommy…”

Not a moment after, Beomgyu came, nothing coming out his slit, just spasming uncontrollably below you, tears streaming nonstop from his closed eyes, sobs and hiccups coming out his beautiful shaped mouth. You turn off the tool immediately and get off his thighs, shushing him.

“There there, baby, you did so good for me, so good for your mommy, I’m proud of you, bae.”

You run your fingers in his damp hair, comforting him after what he would say later as the strongest orgasms he had ever had.

“M’sorry, mommy…”

He says after a while with you calming him down.

“I know baby, is okay, mommy is not mad anymore, you did so well for me.”

You smiled and kissed his forehead.

“Can I eat you out?”

He sounds so sudden and innocently shameless, that you had to laugh.

“Not today, baby, I’m good.”

“But, mommy, please-“ he was ready to whine about it, but you cut him off.

“No, Beomgyu. Want mommy to scold you again?” he pouted and shook his head “So, listen to me. I’m tired, and I can bet you’re exhausted. Maybe another time. Just a minute, babe” you rolled your eyes playfully when he whined again when you get out of the bed to take some wipes to clean him.

You clean his chest, lower belly and, of course, his cock. He hisses, but you were fast, so he didn’t complain a lot.

“I’ll get you some water, okay?”

He nods with a small smile while you walk away, looking you up and down. He loves this dress.

When you came back, he was already fast asleep in your bed with his mouth slightly open, drained out of energy. You chuckle to yourself. Maybe he never learns, but its alright, you’ll always remind him his place.

#sub!txt #txt #sub!idol #txt drabbles #sub!beomgyu #dom!reader #request #fem!reader #fanfic #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines

[dadddybangtan]

txt calling you mommy (m)

pairing: txt x fem!dom/switch! reader

synopsis: title hehe

cw: mommy k!nk obvi, pegging

word count: 0.3k

a/n: first txt drabble ever, requests open and encouraged

yeonjun,,,

you know junnie is a dominant force in the bedroom. he calls himself daddy and loves when you call him daddy as well. however, there are small windows of submission and you notice it when he moans in your kisses and melts beneath you. you take this as your chance to secure his submission. "i love when you make those noises for me. turns me on so much, baby."

"anything for you, mommy."

soobin,,,

this is something you've grown used to, but never tired of. in fact, you look forward to the desperate coos of your nickname. he usually starts mumbling that word when he's close to orgasm, when your riding him mercilessly. "you're about to cum, aren't you? cum for me."

"m-mommy… gonna cum for mommy... ah, ah, ahhhhh."

beomgyu,,,

this usually slips out of him when you’re pegging him. at his most vulnerable, bent over, ass gaping around your silicone cock, face in the pillows and gripping the sheets. his normally deep voice raises several octaves whenever you fuck him. he looks back at you lovingly, moaning sweetly to your thrusts. “you look so pretty when i fuck you.”

“fuck, i love when mommy fucks me.”

taehyun,,,

calling you mommy isn’t quite a sign of submission but rather a sign of adoration. he doesn’t like feeling like you have more power than him but he’s okay with having equal power. you call him daddy and he calls you mommy simultaneously.

“mommy looks so good riding daddy’s cock.”

huening kai,,,

he uses this term when he’s begging for your attention. when you’re in bed, reading to yourself, he snuggles up to you, pressing his crotch against your leg. a few minutes will go by and he’ll pretend to adjust himself just to rub himself on you again. y’know, just in case you didn’t catch his first cue. “need something, love?”

“just you, mommy. just need you to touch me.”

#dadddybangtan #txt x y/n #txt hard hours #txt x reader #txt smut #beomgyu #soobin #yeonjun #huening kai #fem reader #txt drabbles

[fairyofshampgyu]

Guys…even after hours I’m still here…if you think I’ll ever get over this GIRL BEOMGYU GIRL BEOMGYU GIRL BEOMGYSUSJDJDJJDJDHDHDHHDJ😭😭😭😭HJHGJj%*>>€ he is the epitome of beautiful

I NEED HIM SO BAD IM NEVER BEEN NORMAL BUT IM SO NOT NORMAL RN i need him as my gf omg

#I Just can’t believe hes real #I say this all the time #beomgyu is so beautiful #IVE BEEN WAITI BY FOR HIM TO HAVE SUPER LONG HAIR LIKE I KNEW HE’D LOOK EVEN MORE ETHEREAL #gender envy this man gives me #I Need him so bad #I CANT BELIEVE WE GOT FEM GYU BUT ITS LIKE LITERALLY REAL 😭😭😭 #HE WAS THE GHOST GIRL ALL ALONG #girl beomgyu Save me #okay but imagine boypussy beomgyu and eating him out omg #beomgyu !

[boba-beom]

bff!beomgyu NSFW

okay but beomgyu as your best friend since birth, who’s literally experienced everything you have because you went thru it together.

the whole kindergarten, elementary, high school and a shit prom where both your dates bailed on you so you thought you guys were so dumb for not just going with each other in the first place. after all, that’s what best friends do.

and then when it came to college, you moved away and he went to your city’s college. you only came back for the holidays and every time you came home, beomgyu would have inches added to his height, his features fitting his face, his jaw defining, shoulders broader every time you hugged him.

and then you come back after not visiting for so long, excited to see everyone. especially beomgyu. you eye the expanse of his large family house, and as soon as you knock on their door, an unfamiliar face opens it, followed by what you assume is beomgyu’s voice calling from inside. “babe, who’s at the door?”

and they stutter, their face contorting with confusion because they didn’t know your name. and when you tell them, they relay it to beomgyu, who’s now running to meet you, opening the door wider and his supposedly significant other was standing aside before walking back inside as he pulls you in for a deep hug, his face tucked into the side of your neck and his arms not wanting to let go of you.

a part of you didn’t want to hug him back because he never told his partner about you? not even a small slip or mention? your arms froze, not wrapping around him until he speaks.

“I’m so happy you’re home. I’ve missed you.” is what he mumbles against your skin, and because of that, his lips also move against your skin. you’re fighting back a shaky sigh, feeling the hairs on your arms stand. you missed him too.

you arrived just in time for dinner with his family, your family and another family, not so familiar with them but you assume it’s the family of beomgyu’s partner.

you’re seated beside beomgyu; he had already pulled out your chair for you before you could even choose. but you notice he didn’t do that to his partner sitting opposite him. you were all towards the end of the table so it wouldn’t be too much for him to go around, but you shrug off the thought.

after eating plenty of good food you decide to catch up with beomgyu’s brother and the rest of the guests. but you were mostly listening to their conversations instead. maybe also because beomgyu’s hand was placed high up on your thigh, fingers drawing shapes, but you realise they may be letters since you used to do that to each other’s backs when you were younger.

you blankly stare at no one in particular, your brain and your senses working hard to spell out each letter and you feel an ‘F’ followed by a ‘U’ and his ‘CK’ was joint, finishing with a question mark at the end. you were far from listening to anyone when all you could hear was your pulse drumming in your ears.

not wanting to attract attention to yourself, but you slowly turn your head towards beomgyu, noticing everyones talking to each other so you were able to freely to beomgyu thanks to their grand, rectangular dining table.

“beomgyu, we can’t do that.” you sort of whisper to him, your face blank. you wrap your hand around his wrist, stopping him from caressing your thigh.

“why not?” he whines, and you’ve heard him whine so many times in your 22 years of living, but this one made you throb somewhere only recent thoughts of beomgyu have made you throb.

“your partner is literally sitting in front of you beomgyu-”

“wait, gabe? gabe isn’t my partner, we just hang out a lot since they’re kinda new here and you didn’t come home last holiday.”

you bite the inside of your cheeks, cursing yourself for mishearing when he called their name earlier. yet beomgyu’s hand is deliciously trailing back up your thigh and you don’t stop him, he stops himself instead.

“excuse us, I’m just going to help bring yn’s things to her room.” and you hear beomgyu’s mom joking about how you know your way around and not like you’d walk into his room.

but that’s exactly what you did. what the both of you did. he placed your bags down on the side of his window, pushing his hair back before tackling you onto the bed, wrestling each other just like you used to a long time ago. you’re both panting and he lies on the bed, defeated, with you technically straddling over his growing erection.

the weight of your body over his strained dick has his head rewiring, and flipping you over so you were under him—your legs still spread and he does an experimental grind. he brings his thumb to your bottom lip, tugging it down until you capture it in your mouth, the wet muscle of your tongue flat against the pad of his thumb.

“fuck yn, didn’t know you were dirty like that.” he sighs from the friction, but what he’s seeing right in front of him was what turned him on even more.

you moan around his thumb, sucking it like it was his dick but beomgyu couldn’t take it anymore. “oh nah, I want my cock in your mouth.” is what he says as he pulls his thumb out your mouth, smearing your excess saliva over your clothed nipple.

he lies down beside you, propping himself up on his elbow and waiting for you to lay on your stomach between his thighs, helping yourself and pull his pants and boxers down. grey ck’s, part of the set you gifted him the past christmas.

it was your second time touching his bulge, the first being an accident from when you had to sleep in the same tent while camping, and you rolled over to reach for your phone which you stupidly didn’t put aside and instead felt beomgyu’s morning wood while he was asleep, sleeping on his side and facing you.

“damn beomgyu, when d’you get so big?” your hushed voice had his eyes flutter shut while he concentrated on the feeling of your hand wrapped around the girth of his dick, your thumb sweeping painfully slow over the head and spreading the clear bead around.

“shit yn, you’re killing me right now.” he says through gritted teeth before taking over and holding his shaft, slapping his tip against your bottom lip like it was your own lipstick. “suck me good, and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll sleep good tonight.”

“god your mouth is so filthy gyu, the fuck.” both your eyes seem hazy when you look at each other, not breaking contact even when you begin sucking on his tip. using your soft lips to stimulate him and his lower abdomen is already twitching.

a series of ‘mmh’s and curses leave beomgyu’s lips, enticing you to take him in deeper until his head hits the back of your throat. you thank your college away from home experience that taught you this. having a couple of fuck buddies before, you’ve never thirsted over a dick than beomgyu’s.

“baby come here, ride me.” his hand cups your cheek, making you lean up as he leans forward to capture your sweet lips with a hint of saltiness. he leans over to reach into his bedside drawer, securing a condom packet between his index and middle finger until you lick along his neck.

“wan’ you to fuck me raw, baby.” is all you say between kisses and he drops the condom, not even caring to close the drawer. and he’s back to attack behind your ear and descending down your neck with slow and wet kisses, sucking and licking on the marked areas, eliciting loud moans when he touches your sweet spot. “make me yours.”

you couldn’t resist the empty feeling inside you, throbbing around nothing, so you align his tip at your entrance. your spit and his precum has him all slicked up and ready to be devoured by your cunny.

sinking down on him did wonders to you, your nails were digging through the thin material of his shirt over his shoulder and his were under your ass, gradually letting you engulf him until your hips were flush.

you didn’t wait a minute to adjust, thinking that if you fuck yourself on his dick then it’ll just feel better that way. his dick was reaching so deep inside you; the build up was coming quicker than you’d hoped. moaning his name had his dick jumping inside of you, kissing your cervix each time you sunk down on him. but as soon as he thrusts his his up, it’s game over for you.

“beomgyu, fuck up into me.” you whine and he assists in holding you up, desperately snapping his hips up into you and watching the way his dick disappears into your pretty pussy.

“ynnn, ugh. quit clenching like that or you’re gonna make me cum.” he throws his head back, chasing his high and fucking into you faster and deeper.

the pitch of your cries grows higher, until beomgyu's ramming his cock leaving you to silently sob, mouth agape and legs beginning to shake, your cunny clenching harder than before and beomgyu follows soon after. his cum spurting out in millisecond intervals inside you until you sit back onto the bed, beomgyu's hands still holding your thighs apart so he can see his load ooze out and drip onto his fresh sheets. he wipes the leaked out cum with his thumb and up to your hole, almost like he was playing around with it.

"beomgyu, you're such a perv– oh–" and he's shoving two fingers inside you, his attempt at keeping his load in his new cum dump <3

"I wanna fuck you in every room in this house. god, I love you yn."

"if you do, we better wrap up next time because I need to finish this degree before having a mini you running around."

#beomgyu smut #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu x fem reader #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu scenarios #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt x fem reader #txt imagines #txt scenarios #mdni #smiles hard hours #something about best friend beomgyu who wants to fuck #I have so many more scenarios in my head