BAZ

Beomgyu's a stubborn fuck. Standing between you and the door when you have to leave soon, holding you by the waist and playing with the bottom of your shirt and just grinning into your neck instead of letting you pass. You're stuck in the bedroom, 5 minutes til you have to leave if you wanna meet your friend at the agreed time, with almost 6 ft of man keeping you from getting ready.

“Just a sec.” His hands slide just under your top to squeeze at the flesh above your hips while his tongue runs over your pulse area.

You sigh. ”Beom—”

“Nn-nn, baby. Here, just...” He's pushing you further back into the room, a few steps away from the door toward the bed.

“I have to go,” you say, breath catching when you feel his teeth on you, starting to leave marks. You muttered his name again.

“You'll be fine.” You could feel that stupid smirk of his against your skin. Trying fruitlessly to muster up some other meaningless denial, you were swiftly maneuvered onto the bed. You curse and lightly shove his arm with one hand.

The action only earns a raised eyebrow from Beomgyu as he's moving to hover over you. He doesn't say anything, only plays with the hem of your shorts with one hand while the other holds his weight, eyes skimming over you. If you didn't know better you might think he looked thoughtful.

“I'm serious,” you say, and you know before you finish that there's no shot it comes across as convincing. Not with the way you've been visibly forcing yourself but to lean into him the whole time. Beomgyu nods lazily, pushing your shirt up and shifting downward a little. Your eyes widen a little and you start to lean up, only to be easily pushed back onto the pillows. “Stay.”

“F-... five minutes.” You remind him quietly. Beomgyu's fingers are pulling your shorts off to toss them somewhere on the floor. Pushing your legs apart to move between them, he gives a glance back up to your face for what felt like the first time since he stopped you in the doorway. You realize you're biting your lip, and let it go, eyes shifting off him as you hope you're not too flushed. No matter how many times you do this you can't seem to hide your reactions.

Your knees end up over your boyfriend's shoulders, and you look back to watch him lean his face over your panties. His hands caress your thighs, the soft touch of those pretty hands give you goosebumps. Beomgyu's taking his time, open mouth making its way to softly kiss over the fabric. You can't help but squirm a little — flustered and a little nervous — and you notice him smirk softly again before going for it, leaving open, wet kisses over your clothed core.

“I'm gonna be all— all messy, can't just— fuck.” Your thighs tense around his head when he gives your clit a brief moment of attention through the fabric.

“Shh, it'll be quick, just wan’ a taste before ya leave me.”

You shake your head. “Not enough time, just gonna make me all bothered when I have t’ go.”

“Doubting me?” His dark eyes meet yours and suddenly you're unable to do anything but shut up and shake your head. “Didn't think so.” Beomgyu brings a hand to push your panties to the side, running a finger through your folds. “You're already wet ’n everything. You might even be able to take my cock already if I wanted to...” he teases.

Some part of you wants to reach down and whack him in the head, but most of you is entirely clouded by his long fingers gathering your wetness up to rub over your clit, drawing little gasps and sounds from you. Your fingers bunch up some of the blanket beneath you, shutting your eyes in attempt to keep your composure.

Beomgyu chuckles under his breath and plants a kiss to your thigh, nipping at it and soothing over the spot with his tongue before leaning further for a higher spot. His fingers working up and down your cunt just teasing your clit with each return while he sucks marks into your soft inner thigh, making you whine. Beomgyu hums, “Look at me,” he murmurs, resting his fingertips just over your waiting entrance until you meet his gaze. He smiles, pressing his lips to the mark he'd just left, and pushes his two fingers into you at once.

"Ah-!" You're given no time to gather yourself when he starts, he's immediately finding a quick rhythm, reaching just the right spots with ease, pulling loud whines from your mouth til your hand clamps over it. Beomgyu rolls his eyes, “Yeah?” his steady, deep voice drawls in contrast to the fast motion of his fingers. “Not gonna let me hear you?” When you don't let up, he adjusts his grip on your thigh to lean back in, holding eye contact as he presses his warm tongue between your inner lips, fingers curling into that spot inside you all the while. Both of your hands find their way to his messy dark hair when he glides over your sensitive clit.

You groan, pushing your hips up only for him to keep you in place with his free hand. He's all in now, eyes shut, pressing his tongue flat and tasting your wetness, fucking and pressing just right with his long fingers. It's sooner than you expect when you're arching off the bed, whining and tugging sharply at his hair, earning some soft groans from him in return. “Fuck- Beom—” He takes a glance up at you, “Mm, come on, baby,” he says. He presses his lips to your bundle of nerves and then takes it between them, sucking lightly and running his tongue over it.

You almost feel like you could pass out from the high when your climax washes over you, his pace unrelenting as he rides it out for you. You're panting, hands falling to rest on your stomach, thighs twitching and trembling in his hold when he kisses up from your core to your knee slowly while he eases the motions of his fingers in you.

When he pulls them out you can't hold back a little groan, looking up at him with hooded eyes. Beomgyu laughs, “What, you want it back or something?” He brings his hand up, watching your essence string between his fingers when he pulls them apart.

You look away. You'd roll your eyes if you weren't so blissed out right now.

“You gotta get ready quick, yeah?”

You blink. Right. You only nod, leaning up on your elbows as you catch your breath.

“Look,” Beomgyu says, tapping your chin with the other hand before bringing the wet one to your mouth. He quirks an eyebrow and you part your lips for his fingers, closing around them and sighing softly, ignoring the chuckle coming from Beomgyu when you do exactly what he wanted.