Beom seok x female reader.
warns: coitus, oral female, receiving oral, jealousy, insecurity, mlw, sex on school, sex without condom (wrap it before you tap it!).
@elizdhm hope you love it<3
English isn't my first language!
It had been a stressful day since the start.
Beom-seok and you had been dating for a while now, long enough for you to get used to his little — and sometimes not so little — jealousy attacks. You understood him, at least most of the time. And despite everything, one thing was certain.
—Beom! We could study today at my house. — You smiled brightly as you walked beside him down the hallway toward your next class. — Oh, and don’t forget that—
Your voice trailed off. You turned your head to look at him properly.
Beom-seok was unusually quiet.
His gaze was fixed somewhere ahead, not really looking at anything. His jaw was tight, shoulders tense like he was holding something back.
—Hey… something wrong? — you asked softly.
He didn’t answer at first. Just a small nod.
The silence between you felt heavy, thick enough that you could almost hear it pressing against your ears.
—Beom… you know you can talk to me. —
—I’m okay. — he said simply.
Before you could say anything else, he stepped ahead and turned toward his classroom.
Leaving you standing there with a strange knot forming in your chest.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur. Your thoughts kept drifting back to him — the way he avoided your eyes, the way his jaw had clenched.
By the time class started, you were barely paying attention.
—Okay, everyone, — The teacher suddenly said, clapping their hands once. — We’ll be doing a project. In pairs. — A collective groan filled the classroom.
—I’ll choose the pairs. No complaints. —
More whining followed, quiet murmurs spreading around the room as names began to be called.
—Alright… __, you’ll work with him. —
The teacher pointed toward a male classmate sitting a few desks away. Someone you had barely spoken to before.
You hesitated for a second before standing and moving your chair closer.
—Hey, — you said with a small smile. — I kinda spaced out earlier. Did you catch what we’re supposed to do? —
—Yeah, it’s not too bad. — He pulled out his notebook, flipping it open. —Here, I wrote it down. —
You leaned slightly closer to see the page as he explained.
-So basically we split the work. You do this section — he pointed to the top of the page -and I’ll handle this one. Then we combine everything at the end.-
There were only five minutes left before the break. Beom-seok walked down the hallway with a small bag of food in his hand — something he knew you loved.
He had bought it on the way, thinking you might smile the way you always did when he surprised you.
But as he reached the classroom door, he stopped.
You were sitting across from your partner, the male classmate the teacher had paired you with earlier. The two of you were still talking about the project, papers spread between you.
Something inside Beom-seok snapped.
Jealousy. But also something heavier. Something closer to sadness.
Why was he the one making you laugh? Why him?
His fingers tightened around the paper bag as he stood there for a moment longer than he should have.
You looked so relaxed. So happy.
And all he could think was—
Why wasn’t it him? Your boyfriend.
The one who loved you so much.
As he entered the classroom, both of you turned to look at him.
—Hey, love. Can you give me a second? I'm almost done.
Beom-seok gave a small nod at your reply, standing quietly near the door. He waited while you finished writing something down and grabbed your phone from the desk.
—Alright. See you later. —you told your classmate with a small wave.
You stood up and walked toward Beom-seok, smiling as you reached him.
Your steps were soft as you waited for him to join you on your usual walk down the hallway — toward the empty classroom where the two of you often went during breaks to eat and talk in peace.
Beom walked beside you in silence for a moment, the paper bag still in his hand.
—He… seemed to flirt with you.
Beom adjusted his glasses as he spoke, the movement a little too stiff, a little too deliberate — like he needed something to do with his hands.
You frowned slightly, confused.
—Oh, just a classmate. I think his name was Ji-min… if I'm not wrong. I don’t really know him, Beom. Why?
Beom looked ahead at the hallway instead of at you.
But the way his fingers tightened around the bag made it clear that it did mind.
As the two of you sat down and began to eat, you kept talking about the new project from class, explaining the details and everything your partner had written down.
Meanwhile, Beom-seok barely touched his food.
He just pushed the rice around with his chopsticks, eyes lowered to the table.
You slowly stopped talking.
—You… sure you're okay, Beom? — you asked softly.
He didn’t answer. You leaned a little closer, your voice gentler this time.
—Beom. Don’t lie to me. You can trust me.
For a moment, he stayed quiet. Then he spoke.
—…I don’t like it when guys get close to you.
His voice was low, almost a whisper. There was a hint of anger in it — but it sounded restrained, like he was trying hard to keep it under control.
His fingers tightened slightly around the chopsticks.
—I don’t want you to… change me.
The words came out awkwardly, like he wasn’t sure how to say what he was really feeling.
Finally, he looked up at you.
And there it was. That familiar insecurity in his eyes.
His voice was quieter now.
You grab his hand softly. — Hey. Nobody is better than you, okay Beom? — As you hold his hand, you kiss his knuckles. Something he loved when you do it. Everytime.
—I love you. — He whisper, and you smiled.
—Me too. Okay? — You lean, kissing his cheek. But he felt his dick becoming hard.
Lately, he dreamt about making it in the empty classroom you two you usually ate. And it wasn't something that wasn't on his plan. At the end, he could make people forget it one way to another.
As the ring bell and everyone went to their classes, you two were the latest to end the break.
As you reached for the door, he grabbed your wrist.
—Don’t go, — he whispered, pulling you just a little closer.
Your heart skipped. There was heat in the way he held you, a desire you could feel pressing from him even without words.
—Just this once, — he interrupted, his voice soft, almost desperate. — I need you.
The air between you was charged, every glance, every touch, every inhale full of tension. You felt it too — the way your hearts raced, the way your closeness burned.
—Beom. We shouldn't. It's too.. risky. — You whisper as other student pass by the closed classroom. It was now in pure silence as they enter the classrooms they needed to attend.
—Please, __. You... always go to class. It's just this once. — Beom whispered, his hands coming down his own boxers as he let down his own uniform trousers.
He grabs his already dropping pre-cum dick, and using his hand, he whimpers against your ear, knowing it makes you crazy to hear him so needy.
Beom's free hand went to down your skirt, grabbing a bit your thigh.
—Fuck, Beom.. — You whimper, covering your mouth.
—You love it, __. Please. — His hand still using his pre-cum as a lubricant to pass his hand softly among his size.
—Just this once. — You whisper, your hand slowly grabbing down his dick with your hand, and doing a handjob for him. He moans and bites down on your neck, leaving a little love mark.
It wasn't the first time you had skipped classes. And not the last one. It was really risky? Yeah. You loved it? Yeah.
—Love... — You whisper, as your hand still did a handjob on him.
—Oh, that's it. — He whispers, and holding on to you. — I want to taste you, please.
As he got the yes, he got to bring you against a table, your body sitting on one, as he got to remove the annoying skirt out of the way. As he did, Beom kiss the inner thighs slowly.
—Oh fuck. — You whimper, and Beom took it as something good.
He became a bit bolder, and he got to move your panties to the side. Seeing how wet you're, and knowing how to please you, as a good sub, he will. His tongue, shyly but excited, got to lick the outside.
—You like it? — Beom asked, more as an approval. Seeing your non-reply and the way your eyes shut as he tasted you, he nodded to himself.
Beom let his tongue lick your inner fold and a bit of your warm clit. He moaned softly as he did so. Enjoying every lick.
—Beom, fuck. — You moan, holding his black hair. — Don't stop. — Your hips rocked against his nose, and he continue to lick you.
Like a damn thristy man for a good cunt.
It didn't take long for such pleasure to take you over to your climax. You moan and hold on tighter to his hair as he continued to please you.
Seeing how overstimulated you were, Beom took the chance. He put his hard dick rubbing it against your entrance. Like a torture. Not fast. Slowly. Enjoying every contact.
—Just do it. — You whisper, and he did as so.
He enters your walls, and you moan in sync.
He kissed you to shut you, and he pounded slowly on you.
Beom whimper, feeling how tight you were around his size.
Even though it was standard, it knew how to make you feel pleasure enough.
He whimpers on your neck as he caresses your sides.
Removing your shirt slowly, he kept pounding into you as he got to get out of the way, what was enjoying him the full view — Your bra.
He slowly removed it, and he enjoy the view of your chest.
—Oh, your chest is so pretty. — He whisper, licking your nipple softly, and holding the other one with his hand.
His dick was perfect. And the thought of being caught? He loved it. Beom loved the feeling of you so needy.
And even more knowing you were his.
—You're mine. — He whisper. Even though it seem romantic,
It was possessive, not romantic. More of a reminder of his woman.
Time passed quickly as the two were about to reach climax.
Beom pounds against you, already overstimulated, and tries to shut down because the two will be on a really big mess if someone...
Found you two on such way.
—I'm so close. — Beom whispers. — Please. Let me cum inside of you. — It was totally risky. It was.
—Beom... I don't know. — It was the only thing you could say, still close to the climax.
Seeing the doubt, Beom pulls it out, and his dick slowly throbs on your abdomen.
You helped, using your hand to take out the last of his cum out of his dick as he breathed hard but lowly, keeping an arm around you.
—Thank you. — He whispers, resting his forehead against yours. All sweaty. But it was worth it. Totally.
