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warnings: nsfw audio, minors do not interact

extra: not ai, pls don’t ask if it is.

beomgyu knows exactly what his deep voice does to you, the way it melts straight between your thighs before his hands even touch you.

and when he gets close— his words start slipping into satoori, thick on his tongue because his brain can’t hold onto anything else anymore except you. never mind that you barely understand him; you can’t comprehend a single thing anyway with him buried so deep inside you.

all you know is the sound of his voice, low and rough in your ear, asking you something in that dialect, and you nod yes every single time. when you finally open your eyes, he’s already staring:

“do you know what you just agreed to?”

trans: hey, don’t zoom in!