i’m a loser in this game

you only became sure of it when you ran into the living room, like you always did, and threw yourself into the embrace he opened for you without even thinking twice —almost stumbling before you got there. there, with your face buried against him, breathing in deeply, that the feeling settled completely.

you weren’t just imagining things. there really was another scent there.

you didn’t react right away, not in any obvious way. but your body showed it —the way you grew more restless, how quiet you were being and the way your hands gripped his clothes just a bit tighter than usual. a strange unease building in your chest, and you didn’t really know what to do with it.

and beomgyu, of course, noticed. enough to make him knit his brows slightly, looking at you with curiosity, trying to understand what had changed so suddenly.

he asked once. you said it was nothing.

it didn’t sound like nothing. so he asked again, in that calm tone that always managed to pull things out of you even when you didn’t mean to say it. until you ended up giving in, a little pouty, a little hurt, quietly admitting that he had a smell that you didn’t like.

a smell that wasn’t yours.

your owner understood immediately. a simple “oh” like it was the most obvious thing in the world, before explaining that he had stopped by a pet shop after work, that a puppy had clung to him for a while. nothing serious.

and deep down, it really wasn’t.

but that didn’t stop the irrational way it kept bothering you. nor the way you grew a little quieter after that, still close to him, still clinging, like you needed to make up for it somehow.

and that was probably why, after a while, he let out a soft sigh, his hand moving along your back in a slow, gentle stroke, like he already understood everything without you needing to say it.

he said he was going to take a shower, change his clothes, and that afterwards, you could go to the couch and stay all cuddled up together, nice and close.

long enough for you to ‘fix’ it your own way.

long enough to leave your scent on him again, as much as you wanted.

by the time you were finally curled up together on the couch, surrounded by blankets and pillows while some movie played absentmindedly on the tv, it was already getting dark outside.

beomgyu had changed into something more comfortable —a dark sleeveless shirt that left his arms on display, and a pair of sweatpants. you were ready for the night too, in your light little pajama top and shorts that left space for your tail, which still flicked calmly every now and then.

it was him who gently pulled you closer, encouraging you to climb onto his lap. a suggestion you accepted with small hesitation before settling there, facing him, legs wrapping around his waist.

it had been a few days since the last time you’d been like this: just together, no interruptions. and that, mixed with the lingering discomfort from earlier, made everything feel a little more intense for you.

“how was your day, hm?” his voice came out calm and low, his hands sliding up to rest on your waist over your shirt, firm, but relaxed.

you answered with a distracted murmur, already starting to lean closer to him.

“hmm. i watched tv today, played on the computer a little… and took a nap.” your attention, though, wasn’t really on the conversation.

almost without noticing, you started by rubbing your cheek against his, slow at first, a shy sort of motion, like you were testing it. it was subtle, leaving your scent there, mixing it with his own.

beomgyu let out a quiet hum, like he’d noticed, but didn’t say anything. he just let you, his fingers tracing a light touch along the side of your waist.

“sounds like a good day” he murmured. “better than mine, at least.”

that drew a small sound from you, something between a pout and a soft laugh, your face still pressed against his. you rubbed your cheek again, a little firmer this time, more confident, feeling his scent a little more clean and familiar now, blend with yours.

“was yours boring?” you asked, your voice low, almost muffled by how close you were.

“a little” he replied with a small shrug. “a lot of work, people being annoying…”

you made a quiet sound of disapproval, like that bothered you too, and turned your head just enough to press the other side of your cheek against him, repeating the motion. this time, your tail gave a more noticeable sway behind you.

without stopping your soft chatter, you started to pick up a bit more rhythm. your face slid slightly, and your fluffy ears ended up brushing lightly against the side of his face too, in a quick movement you barely noticed. beomgyu let out a soft, breathy laugh through his nose.

“you’re in a good mood now, huh?” he commented, tilting his face slightly toward yours.

you didn’t answer right away, just hummed a distracted ‘mmhm’, already moving again.

this time, your nose brushed closer to his neck. you breathed in slowly, deeply.

better. much better.

almost without thinking, you kept your face there for another second. that earlier discomfort was being replaced by something warmer. your body relaxed more and more as beomgyu started to smell more like you again.

“what about you, sweetheart?” he asked. “missed me that much?”

that made your tail thump a little harder against the couch.

“mmhm” you murmured, your voice softer now, hidden against his skin.

beomgyu chuckled quietly, one of his hands sliding a little higher up your back.

“i’m here now. all yours.”

and that’s when you started to push it a little.

your nose brushed against his neck again, slower this time, and before you could think much about it, you let the tip of your tongue touch there too. a light, absentminded lick, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

beomgyu let out a soft chuckle mixed with a sigh.

you froze for a second.

your whole body going still, alert, like you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to, even if he hadn’t said anything. even if there was probably nothing wrong with it.

your ears twitched slightly, hesitant. but he didn’t call you out.

you dared a shy glance up at him, still close to the curve of his neck.

your owner looked calm, relaxed. his expression soft, his eyes half-lidded, like he was more absorbed in the moment than anything else. his hand kept stroking your back slowly, steady, while the other had slipped a little lower, now resting on your hip.

something inside you melted completely at that. 

so, feeling safer to continue, you leaned back in, slow.

your nose brushed lightly against his skin again, more confident this time. you took a deep breath, taking in his scent —now almost completely clean, almost completely yours— and let out a small, quiet sound of satisfaction.

your tail wagged again behind you, a little more eager now.

“puppy” he murmured, his voice low, his hand on your hip tracing a slow motion with his thumb, up and down. you stopped everything immediately, your attention snapping up to him. “did you remember to clean the toy i gave you today?”

and then you froze.

“…w-what?”

“the toy, princess” he repeated, looking into your eyes, not stopping the gentle touch even as your body grew more tense.

“yesterday you left it all sticky and messy on top of my bed…” he went on patiently, the hand that had been on your back moving to pet behind your drooping ears. “i don’t mind cleaning it for you, sweetheart. but you need to learn to take proper care of your things too, and not forget them lying around, hm?”

you were completely still. you didn’t even know how to react.

“i-i’m so sorry, gyu… i…” you could feel your cheeks burning like never before. “i co-completely forgot it, it was right when you got home…”

it had been a week since beomgyu helped you with your pre-heat problems. and you still thought your owner was probably the best owner in the world for that. it would be impossible for anyone to take care of you as well as beomgyu did.

the problem was —just like he had expected— it had only been a temporary solution.

since then, you’d been a bit more restless. more needy. you tried to hide it, afraid of worrying him or bothering him.

but beomgyu had noticed. and because of that, he had an idea.

a good part of the day, he was out of the house, and he didn’t want to see you struggling because of that, not being able to help you. and with your heat getting closer and closer, he figured he needed a solution that would help both of you.

that’s why your owner bought you a vibrator.

a custom one. his size, his thickness —though he didn’t tell you that— and with a knot. so you could start getting used to it, little by little. so it could satisfy you, at least a bit, when he couldn’t be there.

so that when your heat finally came, he could help you more easily. so your tight pussy would already be able to open enough for his cock to slide in and out. after all, that was all he wanted, to help his sweet puppy. no selfish reason behind it.

at least, that’s what he’d been trying to convince himself lately.

beomgyu gave you the little box at the beginning of the week, one morning before leaving for work, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he asked you to wait until the weekend so he could properly teach you how to use it, since he’d have more time for you. but that, if you really needed it and missed the way he touched you, you could use the vibrating function on that sensitive spot he played with last time.

but judging by the surprise he had yesterday, when he walked into his room exhausted after a long day of work, his puppy didn’t seem to be planning on taking things slow and careful.

and judging by your expressions and behavior over the past few days, beomgyu didn’t think you were having much success with it either.

and he was right.

“it’s ok, love” he was quick to soothe you, noticing your nervousness and embarrassment. “don’t worry about it.”

he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling you closer into his lap, his arms wrapping around you.

“you didn’t hurt yourself or anything, did you?” beomgyu asked, gently lifting your face toward him with his fingers under your chin, studying your expression.

“hmm…” your eyes gave you away immediately, darting off to some random corner of the room.

“…you did hurt yourself??” beomgyu’s eyes widened slightly, his voice more unsteady, a bit worried now.

“no!” you rushed to fix the impression, lifting your hands quickly. “it’s just that, i-i tried to do it on my own. but not the way you said i could…” you swallowed, trying to keep your eyes on him now, even if they still slipped away sometimes. “but it hurt a lot, i don’t know why. i’m sorry, gyu. i-i should’ve been more patient like you told me and just waited”

beomgyu clicked his tongue softly in disapproval. but soon a small, almost imperceptible smile slipped onto his lips. he couldn’t be harsh with you for long. but then again, it wasn’t like you weren’t already a good girl for him most of the time.

you shifted slightly where you sat, suddenly very aware of your position as you felt something hard pressing from the inside of your thigh up to your entrance through the fabric of your shorts, nudging you faintly.

“you don’t have to rush to make it fit right away, princess” beomgyu said, in that soft tone that always made your head a little dizzy. “you have to take it slow, hm? don’t be impatient.” the hand that wasn’t on your hip slid absentmindedly from your face, down your torso, until it stopped on your lower belly, exposed by your slightly cropped top, just above your shorts. he rested his palm there, still looking into your eyes, and pressed lightly.

“i’m not going to fuck you while your little pussy can’t even open for the vibrator yet, okay? and for that, you can’t be so eager.”

you opened your mouth to say something. to defend yourself, maybe? or to beg for anything, as long as it was him? you’d never know, because you couldn’t even form a single syllable, closing your mouth again shortly after.

you could feel your cheeks burning, your arms tingling lightly, and your pussy —so close to beomgyu— pulsing with anticipation for anything at all. you didn’t know what to do with yourself. it was embarrassing.

your tail swayed slowly, lazily, from side to side. your ears were still drooped over your hair.

“besides…” beomgyu continued “you’re probably just not doing it right, pretty.” he pressed a calm kiss to your cheek before gripping your waist and starting to lift you. “it shouldn’t be that hard to put it in.” he carefully laid you down beneath him on the couch.

the hand that had been resting on your belly slid down just a few centimeters, stopping at the waistband of your underwear peeking out from under your pajama shorts.

“can i see it?” he asked, one finger toying with the little bow at the edge of your underwear while another already brushed lightly against the skin beneath the fabric.

you felt your stomach twist with anticipation, your entire body heating up, your pussy responding involuntarily to anything even slightly suggestive that left beomgyu’s lips.

you nodded quickly.

“thank you.” he smiled at you. it was still that same reassuring smile as always —just with a hint of something else behind it now, as he slid your shorts and underwear down your legs, leaving little wet spots along your thighs where the damp fabric brushed against your skin.

beomgyu let the clothes fall to the floor before moving back closer to you, leaning in to gently squeeze your cheek before grabbing a pillow from beside you. he asked you to lift your hips for him, placing it underneath to adjust the height for himself, his face already close as he positioned his hands on the inner sides of your thighs.

“i’m gonna spread you open a bit now, baby, just to check. ok?”

you nodded, feeling your heart race in your chest.

“no need to feel embarrassed” he reassured you, and then his hands were already moving, gently spreading your legs open for him.

you quickly realized that this position felt much more embarrassing and vulnerable than the way he’d done it last time.

“beomgyu…” you whined, turning your head to the side, wanting to hide your face in the pillow next to you.

“relax, puppy…” he soothed.

he touched you like the tips of his fingers were leaving soft kisses wherever they passed. his index finger traced along your folds delicately, his middle finger soon joining it, starting to stroke and rub along that same path.

from between your legs, your owner could hear your breathing growing heavier. he could also feel the way you shifted slightly, seeking more contact, silently asking for more.

“juuust checking. no need to get jittery…”

without warning, beomgyu pressed his thumb against your clit, making your hips jolt and a small sound slip from your lips. a faint smile tugged at his mouth as he slowly slid his thumb down from that sensitive spot to your wet entrance, rubbing there in a way that pulled another soft, breathy sigh from you. your legs relaxed more and more around his shoulders.

“gonna open it now, ok puppy?” he said, positioning his index and middle fingers on either side of your little entrance.

“mhmm…” you answered with some difficulty, your needy brain already starting to short-circuit because of beomgyu.

and then beomgyu started to stretch his fingers slowly, testing your small hole to see how far it would go, his attentive eyes exploring your entrance, searching for your hymen inside. he couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight.

“you won’t stop gushing, princess” he looked up from where he was, straight into your eyes, his gaze dark. “really can’t hold back for a little while?”

you looked away, embarrassed.

“i’m sorry, gyu… it has been so hard… this week without you, i mean” you said, meekly.

his expression softened.

“forgive me for that, sweetheart” he tilted his head slightly, pressing one or two wet kisses to the inside of your trembling thigh. “took such good care of you and then left you to figure things out on your own…”

“i’ll make up for it, i promise.”

your eyes snapped back to him at his choice of words, anticipation pooling low in your stomach.

beomgyu leaned in closer to your center. he parted his lips, blowing a warm breath over your clit that made your whole body tense immediately, drawing a satisfied little chuckle from him.

so sensitive.

“you can pull on my hair if you want, puppy” he suggested, and then parted his lips again, bringing his drooling tongue straight to your clit.

a soft, startled cry slipped from you. you didn’t understand, and it was so embarrassing having your owner there, his mouth buried between your thighs.

but then you did. you understood completely.

beomgyu sucked that sensitive bud between his plump lips, swirling his tongue around it in a way that made the lower half of your body go numb and the upper half feel like it was floating.

you could feel the warmth of his saliva mixing with your slick, dripping down and gathering at your entrance. the sounds he made while sucking, combined with the low vibrations of the occasional grunts against you, were making your head spin.

“o-oh my- gyu…” you tried to say, though it came out so quiet you weren’t even sure he heard.

he started flicking the tip of his tongue quickly against your clit, holding you in place with one arm over your hip when you began to squirm too much, your whines growing softer and needier.

“hmm…” he murmured. “too sweet for me” he said, muffled against you.

“pleasepleaseplease” you started to beg almost unconsciously, your mind already too far gone.

“please what, sweet thing?” he asked, before flattening his tongue against your clit, sliding against it slowly, watching your desperate reactions, your trembling fingers finally finding something to hold onto in beomgyu’s dark locks.

“p-please, gyu…” you couldn’t do anything but beg, not even sure what you were asking for anymore.

“dumb baby…” beomgyu chuckled against your pussy, giving your thigh a light slap that made you jolt a little. “doesn’t even know what she’s asking for” he said in a tone of mock sympathy that made your head spin. “but that’s fine. i do.”

he gripped your thighs more firmly now, keeping them spread for him as he started sucking on your bundle of nerves again, making your little moans falter and your hips grow restless under the overstimulation. still, he held you in place, not letting you move away.

“i know, pretty… it’ll feel even better when you cum on my tongue” he murmured, pulling away from your pussy now and then just to speak and tease you in the process. “hm? what’s that? wanna give it to me?”

you started nodding desperately, babbling incoherently, something that only made him laugh when he couldn’t understand a single word.

“okay, pretty girl. come for me then.”

he said it, and finally stopped teasing you. going back to sucking at your needy clit like it was the last thing he’d ever do. and then you, with a slightly stronger tug on beomgyu’s hair followed by a shaky moan that matched the tremble of your thighs, came on your owner’s tongue. him taking everything you had to give, collecting all of your release with his tongue before swallowing, letting out a satisfied hum.

“good girl, best girl…” he said softly, lifting his head slowly after pressing one last kiss to your thigh. he licked his lips clean, wiping the dampness from his chin with the back of his hand as he moved closer to you —breathless, still coming back to yourself, sunk into the cushions.

you reached your arms out, trying to pull him closer, and he understood immediately, bringing his body nearer to yours.

one of your hands reached his face, your trembling fingers brushing over his cheek, while the other rested on his warm shoulder, exposed by the tank top he was wearing.

“gyu, can i ask for something…” you started softly, a little hesitant.

“don’t worry, love. i’ll still show you how to use the vibrator. i was just-”

“n-no, it’s not that.” you interrupted him, feeling your cheeks burn again. your gaze dropping from his blown wide pupils down to the floor.

“i was going to ask for a kiss” you whispered. this time, he heard you. “i-if you don’t mind, of course” you added quickly, your voice a little louder.

beomgyu blinked in slight surprise, and then his face softened, an affectionate smile forming on his lips.

“you can always ask me that, you know?” he murmured, his voice low, almost too sweet. “though i wouldn’t mind stealing a kiss from such a pretty thing like you, looking at me with those big, pretty eyes.”

your breath caught.

gently, he took your wrists and guided them to either side of your face, pressing them lightly into the pillow beneath you as he leaned closer. his gaze dropped to your lips for just a moment before returning to your eyes.

then he leaned in.

the kiss was slow, soft, almost shy at first. his lips meeting yours with a gentleness that made your heart race, like he cared more about feeling you than rushing anything. and little by little, you relaxed into him.

your fingers curled slightly against the pillow, limited by the way he still held your wrists. he responded by tilting his head more carefully, deepening the kiss just enough to draw a quiet sigh from you against his mouth.

it was warm, but more than anything, it was gentle. the kind that made you want to stay there a little longer, wrapped up in him, forgetting everything else.

and the better it felt, the more you wanted beomgyu.

maybe that’s why your hips were already lifting, shyly rubbing against his covered thigh.

beomgyu smirked against your lips when he felt something warm and damp seeping through the fabric of his sweats. soon, you both pulled apart, a thin string of saliva still connecting you for a second.

“got you needy, sweet thing?” he leaned in to whisper hotly into your ear, still not letting go of your wrists.

“hm, a little…” you replied meekly.

“my bad…” you felt him let go of your wrists and straighten up, now towering over you again. “it was totally my intention though.”

you shivered at that.

“care to tell gyu where your needy ass left the poor vibrator this time?” he asked, a bit firmer now, his gaze distracted as the tip of his index finger traced small shapes over the sensitive skin of your stomach, where he’d pushed your top up a little. “is it slick with your pussy on my bed again? or did you get more creative today?”

then he lifted his eyes to yours.

you felt your heart skip a beat, your face impossibly warm as you remembered where you’d left the gift your owner had given you, after another failed attempt at making it fit earlier that day.

you reached a hand under the pillow your head was resting on, avoiding beomgyu’s gaze with everything you had as you pulled the phallic object from underneath.

you looked at the vibrator in your hand, then back up at him shyly. he still hadn’t shown any clear reaction, until a quiet breathy laugh slipped from him.

“in the living room, love?”

“i-i swear i remembered to clean it this time…” you rushed to explain, even though he hadn’t asked that specifically.

“hmm…” he murmured, raising a brow in mild suspicion. then he held out his hand in a silent request for you to give it to him.

you hesitated for half a second, anxiety creeping in, but handed it over anyway.

there’s no way he can know… right?

technically, no.

but you didn’t expect the way beomgyu brought the toy up to his face, taking in its scent from base to tip before parting his lips and, without much ceremony, dragging his tongue along the head, taking a good part of its length into his mouth. he sucked on it for awhile, tasting it, before letting it slip out with a soft ‘pop’ —all while never taking his eyes off you.

you, on the other hand, were completely frozen.

“…you really don’t know how to lie, pretty” he said, giving you a disapproving look as he settled himself back between your legs. “besides, i don’t need to lick your toys clean every time to know my puppy girl gets fucking irrational when she’s needy. even cleaning a vibe is too much for her to remember.”

“now, let’s start, hm?”

beomgyu lowered himself back down to the level of your hips over the pillow again, this time with the vibrator in one hand while the other held your left thigh open for him.

“beomgyu, are you sure it’s really going to fit?” you asked, worried. he leaned in briefly, pressing a light, warm kiss to your lips.

“i am, princess” he reassured you, looking into your eyes as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “it’s a little big, and your pussy is really tight, so it might take some work for us. but if we go slow, and you’re very good for me, i’ll make it fit. okay?”

you nodded, trusting him, even if you were still a bit hesitant after all your failed attempts before.

he pulled back, settling again between your legs.

“now i just need you to relax for me, ok?” he asked in that deep, gentle voice, pressing the small button to turn the vibrator on, the soft buzzing filling the room.

you nodded again, looking at him as he brought the toy closer, pressing it lightly against you. testing, watching your reactions.

you instinctively tensed at the feeling of that pleasant vibration against your folds. beomgyu moved the vibrator slowly, gathering the slick at your entrance and spreading it along you, brushing over your clit every now and then just to hear your soft, surprised sounds.

“so good, gyu…” you sighed dreamily, melting into the pillows.

“glad you liked the gift, princess” he murmured, almost mesmerized by the way you responded to him. “i’ve been dreaming of using it on you all week, you know…” he admitted, pressing it more deliberately against your clit now, pulling a needy moan from you and a soft roll of your hips against the toy.

the vibration slowly trailed down until it reached your entrance, where beomgyu turned it off.

“it might feel weird at first” he said, collecting a bit more of your slick with the tip of the toy, gently massaging your entrance with it. “but don’t worry. i’ll make it feel good soon, promise.”

“o-ok…” you replied, trying not to get nervous. you just wanted it to work, wanted to stay as calm and relaxed as possible for him.

“gonna put it in, ok baby?” you nodded, looking for something steady to hold onto with your hands.

beomgyu started to push in, carefully. you were very wet, but even so, he felt a slight resistance that almost made his eyes roll back. god, he could barely wait to replace that stupid plastic toy with his own cock. it felt unfair.

“you okay?” he asked gently, looking up at you.

“m-mhm…” you murmured back, half lying. you were so tense it almost felt unfair, and you didn’t know how to make your body relax.

he kept trying —waiting, pushing little by little— but your body seemed to resist him completely, like it was actively pushing him out.

“gyu, i-i don’t think it’s going to go in” you said, your voice coming out a little shaky, almost teary, your hands restless around you.

beomgyu stopped, lifting his gaze to you, watching your expression and the way you reacted.

“i never managed to get it inside before…” your eyes started to water, turning red. “it probably won’t now either, right”

beomgyu cast one last glance at your pussy, completely soaked, with only half of the toy’s tip inside, and then moved closer to you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to your lips that were still pouting sadly. then he whispered, just between the two of you:

“princess. do you want to spend your whole heat just soaking your panties and grinding against my pillow just to feel a little better…?”

you held your breath.

“or are you going to turn that little head off like a good girl and fuck the vibrator like i’m telling you to, so you can climb onto my bed and bounce on my cock whenever you want, hm?”

your ears perked up immediately. you blinked a few times, staring at him.

“i-i will!” you answered, a bit clumsy, but with a hint of excitement in your voice. “i won’t think about anything else, i promise, gyu.”

“good” beomgyu replied, satisfied with your reaction.

if he had a treat, he would’ve given it to you right away. but since the closest thing to a reward for an obedient puppy in his hands was a vibrator, he was going to make good use of that instead.

“now, my obedient little girl will only pay attention to my hands and the nice things they're about to do to her, right?”

“yes!” you said softly, nodding quickly.

“good girl” beomgyu praised, turning his attention back to your pussy and the toy. “let’s get back to it then.”

you seemed more determined now, but beomgyu, being the good owner he was, decided to help a little more too. he removed his hand from your thigh, replacing it with his own thighs to keep you spread open, and brought that hand up to your clit instead. his thumb starting to rub slow, circular motions that nearly made you drool combined with the gentle push of the toy into your pussy.

“that’s it, sweet baby…” he guided you through it. pushing was still difficult because of your inexperience, but now he was finally making some real progress.

by now, he’d managed to get about half of the toy inside you. all while rubbing your little bundle of nerves and calling you sweet names. praising you for every inch you managed to take.

“am i doing good, gyu?” you asked between soft sighs and whines, seeking his approval. “you… you think i’d be able to take you too?”

beomgyu bit the corner of his lower lip, holding back a wicked smile.

“baby, wanna know a little secret?” he whispered, barely hiding his excitement.

you nodded, visibly trembling, since he clearly had no intention of giving your poor clit a break.

“you know that toy that’s almost all the way inside you right now…?”

you nodded again between quiet moans, glancing down briefly as his fingers pushed it a little deeper inside you.

“it’s exactly the same size... and same girth as my cock” his tone dropped, lower, heavier. “it’s a custom copy i got, just to train your little pussy for me.”

the words hit you all at once. your whole body reacted, a warm shock running up your spine, making your breath hitch.

“r-really?” it came out soft, quiet, but full of realization.

“yeah, love” beomgyu murmured, voice low and steady, pushing the toy a centimeter deeper into you.

“see?” he murmured, leaning his face closer to yours, his gaze dropping for a moment before returning to your eyes. “it’s just like mine…”

his lips nearly brushed yours when he added, softer:

“and you’re taking it so well.”

and then, without warning, he pushed in a little more.

a breath slipped out of you instantly, your body reacting before you could even think, your fingers curling tightly into the cushions beneath you. beomgyu let his gaze fall for a moment, attentive, watching the way you reacted, the way your body adjusted, opened, got used to it.

“there you go…” he murmured, low, like he was guiding you. and in a way, he was.

another small movement, controlled, patient. and then he stopped.

“all in” he said slowly, looking back up at you, his voice softer now. “good job, princess.”

you barely had time to process the praise —and the fact that you’d actually managed to get it all in it— before he leaned in a little closer, his eyes still locked on yours.

“we’ll leave it like this for a little while now” he murmured, his voice low, almost too gentle for the way his eyes still lingered on you. his thumb was already back to tracing slow, absentminded circles over your clit. “gotta stretch you out properly.”

“no, gyu…” you pleaded, your voice slightly strained from how overwhelmed you felt with all those new sensations. “…you can try to move, please.”

“but it’ll hurt a little if i move now, puppy,” he explained carefully, like he was trying to soothe you at the same time.

“it won’t” you said, a little clumsy, without a hint of certainty in your own words. “i really, really need to feel it” you whined. “…want to pretend that it’s you” you admitted softly, looking anywhere but at his dark eyes that felt like they were burning holes into your skin.

beomgyu let out a quiet chuckle, his cock twitching and leaking even more inside the tight confinement of his boxers at your innocent little confession.

“okay then, sweet thing…” he said, gripping the base of the vibrator inside you a little more firmly. “tell me if you need a break, alright?”

you nodded meekly, curling into the pillows as you braced yourself, both excited and nervous for his next move.

he gave a small experimental twist as he slowly pulled the toy out of you, hearing your breath hitch, his attention never leaving your pussy.

once he’d pulled a good portion out, he lifted his eyes back to your face, watching every little expression as he pushed it back in again, slow and steady —his thumb never stopping its moves on your clit.

“doing so good for me” he praised, his voice drawn out, heavy with want. the way your mouth fell open and your body writhed as he pulled out and pushed back in, going impossibly deep each time, was making him start to imagine things himself now —that you were taking him instead. he couldn’t wait to show you what a real, warm and heavy cock felt like. 

as he noticed the little signs of pain and discomfort fading from your face, beomgyu gradually began to pick up the pace of his thrusts with the toy.

“liking it so far?” he asked, already starting to doubt your ability to answer properly at this point. the way you already seemed completely cockdrunk on a vibrator was driving him feral.

“gyu, i-i’m- hmmm”

he smirked, speeding up a little more, along with his finger on your clit. the wet, constant sounds filling the room.

“you enjoying getting fucked on my cock, pretty?” he asked again —alowing himself to be a little delusional with his choice of words—, more to tease you than to actually check. all he got back was a drawn out, needy moan from you.

“y-yeah… please, gyu, soso good…” you managed to get out, your body trembling all over.

“so happy to hear that, princess” he said, tilting the toy upward on a particular thrust inside you, his eyes locked on your reaction.

“o-oh, my god…” you practically whispered, without the strength to say it aloud. your lips red and bitten, falling open.

“what, baby? does it feel good here?” he played dumb, angling the toy again on the next push, rubbing the tip against that sensitive spot experimentally.

you whined louder now, babbling nonsense as you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer. the sound of his voice, the way he spoke to you, everything only scrambled your senses more.

“gyuuuu, hmm-” you couldn’t even finish a single sentence. you would’ve been embarrassed if you had any self awareness left.

“gonna cum on my cock, puppy?” he murmured, his voice low, almost brushing against the skin of your thigh. “show me how good you can be for me?”

you didn’t really answer, just a soft, broken sound slipping from your lips as your head tipped back slightly. your whole body was trembling now, every breath short and uneven, like you were always one step behind the feeling building inside you.

“give it to me, pretty girl” he said, spitting a thick glob of saliva right onto your clit as his thumb sped up, messier now, paired with deep thrusts into your pussy that echoed through the room. something tightened low in your stomach at that.

your eyes shut immediately, your fingers clenching as a broken sound slipped from your mouth. the sensation rushed through you completely, making your body arch slightly, your breath catching so hard you almost choked on it.

your legs trembled, losing all strength as you came apart completely like that.

“gyugyugyugyu…” it was all you could do, repeating his name dumbly as you melted into it.

“that’s it…” he whispered, more to himself than to you, like he was taking in every detail of your reaction.

and even when that hazy state started to fade, your body was still trembling, sensitive, heavy, still trying to come back to itself. when you finally managed to look at him again, beomgyu was already watching you. attentive, quiet. entranced by you.

he cleaned his thumb with his tongue, and then his hand moved up slowly along your waist, over your torso. soothing you, grounding you little by little, until it reached your face.

“breathe” he murmured, his thumb brushing your skin in a slow rhythm, completely different from before. “did so well for me, love.”

a shaky breath slipped from your lips, followed by another, smaller one, your body still reacting in little aftershocks, too sensitive for anything but that gentle touch.

“so well that i think…” he sighed, leaning in closer, his gaze dropping to your lips. “that we’ll do it properly next time.”

you felt his covered cock —hard, warm, and pulsing— brush lightly along the curve of your inner thigh, way too close to your pussy.

“sounds good?”

     YOU WERE FOR SURE going to flunk chemistry. Throughout the whole year, while your professor went on and on about complex formulas and reactions, you spent your time doodling. Class went by faster when you were drawing, numbers and letters flew over your head— it saved you the headache, plus, you didn’t even have to worry about homework! for most part throughout the year, you were copying things from your friends. CHOI BEOMGYU was your savior, to put it simply. He was always paying attention next to you, and you weren’t really sure how he did it.

Either way, you always found him weirdly attractive when he was focused. From the way his brows pinched together to the way he poked his tongue against his cheek when working on equations. He wasn’t talkative by nature, more of a listener. But despite the fact you couldn’t engage in conversation with him, you never complained. Sometimes you even plastered his face onto your paper.. which hopefully, he never noticed.

Throughout the year, you also grew very familiar with the outline of his face. And seeing him everywhere in your sketchbook. The sharp angle of his jaw, the high bridge of his nose, the curve of his lips.. maybe this shouldn’t be the behavior of someone who’s just best friends with someone else— but Beomgyu never noticed. And if he didn’t know, why would you tell him? Despite the fact you’ve been close friends since freshman year of college, you’ve always noticed the little things about him no one ever would. But as far as you were concerned, and as far as you wanted to keep it, it was just friendship. Nothing more or less.

The classroom was a burst of groans, mingling with yours, at least you weren’t alone in this. Beomgyu was sitting there like usual, glass sliding down the bridge of his nose and lingering right at the tip of it like he couldn’t be bothered to push it back up anymore. Through the window, the sun filtered through and reflected on his eyes that were cast down, lashes casting shadows over the pink tint of his cheeks. Beomgyu was easily breathtaking, it was no wonder you heard so many girls gush about him now and then. He was smart, and even if a little slow and soft spoken, no one really seemed to mind.

You really, really wished you could blame Beomgyu for your predicament. But honestly, you really shouldn’t have spent half of your classes drawing him.

"I’m going to fail." Your groan broke the peaceful silence you two had established, at least on your shared desk.. everyone around was already packing up and rising in chatter. "Seriously, how do you even understand this?"

"Maybe you would understand if you paid attention to class." Beomgyu hummed out, lingering more than the already leaving students. It was a routine, one you two hadn’t established but followed either way. Everyone would for most part, leave the classroom once the lessons were wrapped up. Beomgyu would linger in some formulas, you’d stay and talk about your day or plans. Somehow, he always listened and remembered everything you said. 

You really wondered how great at multitasking he could be.

"That’s so boring though! I mean, why would I want to know how to reverse a compound to another? Doesn’t it, I don’t know— confuse you?" You whined out a complaint, resting your face against the desk with a pout as you kept staring at him.

Weirdly focused, but always present. The focus in his face shouldn’t make you think about if he made that same face in bed— he was your best friend, right?

You did anyways. There was no harm in fantasizing if you didn’t say anything, or at least you thought so.

"No. Once you get the hang of it, it just gets easier." Beomgyu mumbled, the soft sound of the pen rolling against the paper in clean, neat lines of his handwriting becoming comforting to you. After a beat of comfortable silence, his brow twitched. Confusion, perhaps.

Why weren’t you rambling like usual?

His head finally lifted up from the set of notes he had been focusing on for the past few minutes to look at you— only to find you staring right at him. Lips drawn into a pout, a pleading look in your eyes. He knew exactly what it meant. "Absolutely not."

"I didn’t even say anything!" You exclaimed, sounding almost incredulous. But Choi Beomgyu knew you better than anyone else, he didn’t need you to speak in order to know you were going to ask for a favor.

"You have that look in your eyes, and you’re pouting. Whenever you try to look like a kicked puppy it means you want something from me." Beomgyu stated simply, forcing his eyes towards his notebook again. "I’m not helping you study."

"But I’m going to fail! You know it!" Sadly, it wasn’t quite his fault and you knew it.

"You should’ve studied. I already do a lot by giving you my homework every time." Beomgyu shrugged, but you couldn’t miss the slightest quirk of his lip. He was messing with you— sometimes he just really liked to see your frustrated face. "Why don’t you get a tutor?"

"You are my tutor. You’re the only person that can explain whatever Professor Park says to a kid and make it understandable. Seriously, I promise if you do I’ll stop bothering you with homework. I’ll pay for your lunch, is that what you want?" You offered, seriously hoping to any god above or divine entity he’d say yes. Honestly— you weren’t stupid. A normal tutor other than Beomgyu would work, but you just wanted to stay close to him. "I’ll do anything, Gyu. Please."

And he knew it. It was why he was enjoying seeing you beg, though.

"Okay, you can stop begging now." Beomgyu laughed, a honeyed, contagious sound that made your heart stutter in your chest. "I’m joking, of course I’ll do it. Keep your money and spend it on something for yourself, I don’t need it."

"You’re so mean. Do you just enjoy seeing me lose my mind over failing my finals? After keeping good grades all year long?" Your pout morphs into a frown, but it’s short lived— at least he agreed to tutor you.

"Tell me why you managed to keep your grades up again?" His eyebrow quirked up, clearly enjoying this. "Plus, don’t call me mean when I’m going to tutor you for free. Better stop frowning before I change my mind." He joked, finally snapping his notebook shut.

You straightened up quickly, all of a sudden smiling until it reached your eyes. "Yes, Professor Choi." You jokingly teased back, had his head not been looking down, you probably would’ve caught the way his lip got caught between his teeth before letting go.

"Anyway. Where and when do you want to meet up?" He cleared his throat, slowly packing away his stuff as he crossed his legs. 

"We could meet up at my dorm, can you come by tomorrow after classes?" You chirped, already swinging the straps of your backpack around your shoulders. "Or during the weekend, if you’re free. We’re going to study a lot to cover the material, right?"

"Yeah— yeah. You’re right." He paused, zipping up his bag and leaving the rest of his sentence lingering in the air until he stood. "I can do tomorrow at maybe what? six or seven in the evening? And then eleven in the morning on the weekends, assuming you go out a lot."

"That’s perfect." You smiled, falling into step next to him as you two left the classroom together only to turn to opposite sides to part ways. "I’ll see you tomorrow then, Gyu! Don’t forget!"

"You’re more likely to forget than I am." He snorted out, mixed with a chuckle. Nevertheless, he nodded. Silhouette soon disappearing as he rounded a corner.

FOR SOME REASON, the air inside your apartment felt heavy. The scent of your plug in air freshener, soft jasmines with an undertone of lingering linen, mixed with the slight anxiety building up in your gut. Obviously, you and Beomgyu had hung out before. Ice cream parlors, parks, libraries, sometimes even amusement parks when you managed to convince him to come along. But never inside your dorm— or his. Your room was almost like a little personal sanctuary, the idea of having Beomgyu in here didn’t feel wrong, but it felt foreign. Laced with a promise of something more though you couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly.

You adjusted your bedsheets for the millionth time, for whatever reason. You really didn’t want him to think you were untidy, but then again, did he really care? You two had been friends for years now. Which is why it made it even worse. Years on years of friendship, and you two haven’t been alone in one of your rooms not even once. Maybe that explained the butterflies building and sloshing inside your stomach.

Yeah, that was why. It had to be.

A minute passed, one minute until the clock would strike seven. Did he forget? Did he.. give up on tutoring you? He wouldn’t, right? Beomgyu had never tapped out on you, but still, maybe he got tired of you being an academic burden to him—

The soft sound of knuckles meeting wood reached your ears in a way it made you practically leap from the bed, followed by the sound of his voice calling your name. The clock on the nightstand full of scattered notebooks full of halfway done notes that you never bothered to catch up on gleamed with the time marking 7:00. One of the things about Beomgyu was the fact he was really responsible, which included punctual. Maybe a little bit too punctual.

You smoothed down your clothes, a simple pair of pajama pants adorned with the design of bows on the beige, fuzzy fabric and an old shirt— simple, not too much. You eyed the array of plushies sitting pretty on your bed, the ones you spent at least ten minutes arranging, which was more than usual for you. You considered yourself clean and organized already, but gosh—

Why did you even care so much on his opinion about what your room looked like?

Whatever.

Another wave of his knuckles ramming against the door and his voice calling out your name again finally snapped your eyes away from the mirror, faint but audible from your bedroom. "Y/N? It’s Beomgyu."

"Okay, okay. He’s here." You announced to the plushies who looked straight back at you with their little stitched on smiles, and without spending too much time worrying about anything else, you finally sped walked towards the door. You didn’t want to keep him waiting anymore. "Hey! Sorry, I couldn’t uh—find my Chemistry notebook."

A flimsy lie. Beomgyu knew you hated Chemistry, but not this much. 

He went along with it anyway. Trying to keep his collective, gentle calm as he stepped inside your dorm carrying his bag. "It’s fine, don’t worry—I take it your roommate isn’t here?"

"He isn’t, I’m pretty sure he went out." You shut the door behind you, biting your lip as you closed the door and forcing yourself to relax. Really, what could possibly happen in the span of a few hours? Obviously, just studying. You didn’t need to be nervous. "It’s just us for a bit."

"At least we can see which one between the two of you don’t care about their grades. Isn’t he also in a rough spot?" Beomgyu tutted, following after you towards your bedroom. The sight left him with his mouth slightly agape— your room was neat, extremely well decorated. Plastic warped and blended alongside the upper corner of your walls against the ceiling, you didn’t have a ‘big light’, per se. Your source of lights came from the LED twisted around the vines and neatly arranged through your room. Books, definitely not about any particular subject but romance, filled your shelves. They were neatly arranged by shape and size, pleasing. You were definitely very serious about keeping your room clean.

Only if he knew how long you had stayed just organizing your room for him.

"Well, yes." You agreed, pulling out a chair next to your desk with scattered notebooks and a simple pencil case, already reaching for a pen. "He just gave up at this point, especially with tutoring, y’know? Said isn’t really his thing and most tutors don’t have enough patience."

"Huh. I wonder who has been tutoring him." Beomgyu shrugged, finding a seat next to you as he pulled his own chair with a soft scrape against the floor before it settled above the plush of your carpet. "Well, this isn’t about him. We better get started if we want to cover and get some of the basics into your head. We have to make time work in our favor if we want you to pass."

"Okay— okay. Alright." You nodded.

And for the first few minutes, you listened. But not for too long.

You sat there, with your knees pressed up against Beomgyu’s. The initial touch made a tingle rise up your spine as you leaned against your palm. His voice was clear and soft, always pausing to make sure you were understanding what he was saying. You weren’t sure when the lines of understanding and listening blurred to admiring how pretty his voice was. Warm— sounding like the calmest of waves crashing against the shore during the morning of a summer day. The husky tone made your eyes slowly trail from the paper to how his lips moved, and eventually, you weren’t even paying attention to Chemistry anymore. You were more invested in him.

His lisp.. you never quite paid too much attention to it, but coming to think about it, it made him adorable. He was always so patient with you, always making sure you did your best or that he could offer you the best. It was really cute of him, it made your chest flutter and beat harder every time even though it shouldn’t do any of these things.

His hands flexed around the pen he was using despite the fact he told you to not use one yourself because ‘he was already used to these formulas and concepts and wouldn’t mess up.’ Meanwhile, you apparently would make a lot of mistakes while practicing at hand. You didn’t question it because you knew he was right. But.. Now staring at how his fingers wrapped around the pen and moved deliberately, you found your lips gaping unprompted.

The more he said, the less you understood. The words felt like they were being spoken underwater as your brain tuned them out, simply focusing on how nice his voice sounded.

The veins in his hand were definitely more prominent whenever he was writing, you never noticed how attractive the rest of him really was. His polished posture, his hands, the curve of his back every time he subconsciously told himself to sit straight every time he slumped. 

"And just a slight review, a chemical compound—" Beomgyu stopped all of a sudden, though you didn’t seem to really notice. You clearly weren’t present at the moment. His eyes flickered towards your face for the first time in what was probably twenty five minutes, you weren’t even nodding along anymore.

Your eyes were fixed on his hands.

He swallowed hard, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he forced himself to clear his throat. Measured, almost as if he was trying to hold something in. "Are you even paying attention?"

That seemed to snap you out of your trance, a heat flushed up your cheeks as you sat up straight almost like, if not more, than Beomgyu was. "Shit—I’m sorry, I probably zoned out, where were we again?"

You were just wasting his time. He probably knew it, too. And yet, he didn’t seem annoyed. As a matter of fact, you couldn’t quite read what was behind his eyes. Something measured and controlled— but begging to be broken out.

It made your thighs subtly press together, the realization you were getting wet for your best friend while he was trying to help you making it way worse than this needed to be. 

"This is why you know little to nothing about Chemistry, you know?"

"I— what?" You swallowed dry, hands breaking in a sweat.

"You think I didn’t notice?" Beomgyu’s head tilted to the side, tongue pressing against his cheek in the familiar way he did whenever trying to unravel a particularly hard problem. Only that, you weren’t a scientific problem. So he was doing this because of something else entirely. "You sit right next to me, come on. Did you really think your pencil case would cover your notebook when I can easily see past it?"

His gaze dropped to where your hands rested atop of your thighs, but only for a split moment. His eyes snapped back to yours just as quickly as they dropped. 

"Oh. Oh, shit." You really, really wanted to dig a hole into the ground. Maybe disappear and not come back out. Throughout the whole year, you’ve been drawing Beomgyu 95% of the time. It became some sort of.. addiction. "I’m sorry—is that weird? Shit, why am I even asking? It’s super weird. Listen, I can throw it away, all of them away, just forget about—"

"I don’t want to forget." Beomgyu cut off your rambling as he finally let go of his pen, moving hesitantly. "It’s not weird, but maybe you should draw me when you’re not in Chemistry. There’s a reason you think you’ll completely flunk it."

He took a long pause, as if contemplating whether he should keep going or not. Maybe it was the way your thighs pressed together just a bit tighter, or how slightly humiliated you probably felt. But he really, really wanted to say a ‘fuck you’ to the friendship you’ve two had.

You both clearly have been way past that for a long time, anyway.

"You’re not going to pass the Chemistry final by staring at my hands when I’m trying to help you study." 

For a long, tense moment that could be cut through like a knife, you stared at each other. Both unsure whether to cross the line between friendship and.. whatever this is.

He broke first.

He was trying to be gentle as he pressed his lips against yours, but the kiss was more sloppy than it was gentle. Eventually, he gave up on it. Strong hands shaky as they tried to find out a place to be, one of them settled on your knee, while the other gripped the back of your head.

He sucked onto yours bottom lip before softly biting it, enough pressure to make you gasp, not to hurt. Your hands gripped his shoulders firmly as his tongue finally slid into your mouth, tangling with yours. You weren’t far behind, if anything, you were just as eager as he was. It was not clear who was trying to eat the other whole— in fact, anyone could say you two were trying to do so.

The kiss broke due to lack of air, foreheads pressed together. "I’ve wanted to do this since forever." He finally murmured, collecting himself as both of his hands settled on your hips.

You chewed on your bottom lip, squirming at the intensity in his eyes. "Yeah?" You asked breathlessly, chest heaving. "What else have you been wanting to do that you haven’t yet?"

"A lot, but—" his eyes flickered away, uncertainty coloring his face. "Forget it."

"Beomgyu." Your hand tugged on the collar of the button up shirt he wore religiously, never have you ever been so glad to see him wearing it. 

"You don’t have to play along if you don’t want to."

Your eyebrows rose in surprise— play along? Did he seriously think you were playing along or playing with his feelings? Your fingers curled a bit tighter on the fabric you were gripping, eyes hardening with determination but never quite diminishing in desire. Was Beomgyu seriously unaware of just how attractive he truly is?

You were sure he was carved out of marble. Plus, his lips were so soft and plush— his eyes were the epitome beauty, in your opinion. Beomgyu looked like a dream and a very desirable reality all at once. "Don’t piss me off."

You didn’t give him time to react, nor to breathe as you clashed your lips against him. Your other hand moved from his shoulder to the back of his head, tangling into the strands of his hair with need. His lips trembled against yours, but he kissed back with the same intensity. Your nerves were set alight, heart beating so fast you swore it would burst out of your chest.

You grew bolder, grabbing his hand that was resting on your knee to past the waistband of your pajama pants, letting his hand feel how wet you were through your underwear. His breath hitched against yours lips, pulling back to look at you with those stupidly big brown eyes of his. Eyes that were always so gentle now clouded with lust, want, and slight hesitation all at once.

"Feel this?" You panted close to his lips, fingers wrapped against his wrist. "You make me wet, Gyu—I’ve been wanting you so bad."

He choked on his words for once, which was rare for Beomgyu who always seemed to have an answer for everything ready at the tip of his tongue. "Yeah?"

You nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah."

The next time your lips met, he was more sure. You freely let go of his wrist as he experimentally pressed his thumb to your clit, pausing to feel you breathe in relief into the kiss. You like that, he realized, so he did it again. Slowly massaging the nerves that seemed to send little sparks throughout your body.

A moan left you, muffled by the kiss before he pulled away, trailing his kisses down to your jaw, then to your neck. He lavished his attention over there, tongue lolling over your skin before he sucked lightly into it. 

"Beomgyu—" you whimpered, suddenly wanting more than the pressure of his thumb massaging your clit. "More, please."

He hummed against your skin, before you could even complain about his ministrations on your clit stopping, he pushed the soaked fabric of your panties to the side. His breath shuddered, warm and heavy against your neck as he ran two fingers up and down your slit, smearing them in your wetness and across your cunt.

"You’re so fucking wet—fucking hell." He groaned, voice raspier. You nearly pressed your thighs together around his hand, something about Beomgyu cursing in that lust-aided voice made you feel a new rush of slick drip out of you. He didn’t curse often, not as far as you knew. But something about him sounding just like this made something funny twist in your gut. "All this for me?"

You nodded frantically, words cut short before you even started speaking as two of his fingers circled your entrance before slowly pushing in. Long, slightly calloused fingers that reached way deeper than yours ever could.

You were going to go insane, that was for sure.

"I want you so bad, please—" you whined, desperation coating your voice as your head tipped back further. His wet kisses on your neck didn’t do much to your sanity that was hanging on by a thread, a spark slowly forming in knots in your core. Your eyes fluttered shut when his thumb met your clit once again, all of the initial slow and sweet movements he aimed for melting every time your lips parted on a cry of his name.

"Fuck, you’re so pretty—you know that? You feel so good," He whined, almost as if he was the one getting fingered. Only then did you really realize the extent of how much he has been wanting you back through the fuzziness of your brain. His fingers picked up the pace, your hips unsure whether they wanted to move towards or away from the almost overwhelming sensation that wanted to drown you. "Come on, shit—cum for me, please."

Pleasure flashed hot and white behind your eyelids, thighs clamping around his wrist as your whole body jerked with the force of your orgasm. It was probably the quickest orgasm you ever had in your whole entire life, and while it was good, it was almost as if your whole body was on fire.

Maybe part of it was because it was Beomgyu who was making you cum.

The same Beomgyu you touched yourself to whenever you were staring at the ceiling in many sleepless nights.

Your back arched towards him, pressing your chest to his as his lips met yours again. Strings of moans and whines leaving your lips as you gushed around his fingers. They slid off with a soft ‘pop’, but the pressure on your clit gentled to help you ride the waves of your orgasm rather than leaving completely. "Holy shit, that was probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had." You panted as Beomgyu finally slipped his hand out of your pants.

His lips wrapped around his wet fingers, soaked with your juices as he moaned around them like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. Beomgyu always had a way of making you feel like you were the best part of everything he experienced. "You taste so fucking good."

He wiped his saliva against the fabric of your pants, arms hoisting you up as he held you from the underside of your thighs. Out of instinct, almost as if it came naturally, your arms wrapped around his neck. Like this was meant to be true a long time ago.

"I want to ride you." You blurted out before he could throw you onto the expanse of your bed, against your plushies. "Please, can I?"

"You can never make me say no, you know that?" He mumbled, it was now his turn to acquire a shade of pink to his cheeks. Nevertheless, he sat on your bed and allowed you to straddle him. His hands immediately wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer  as his hips ground up against yours. 

A moan tore out of you as you felt the hard outline of his bulge press against your slightly sensitive cunt through the layers of clothing, you rolled down your hips experimentally, fingers reaching for the hem of his shirt to strip him of it.

Layer by layer, pieces of clothing from your upper body were discarded across your room. Beomgyu’s hands never ceased shaking slightly as he reached behind your back to unhook your bra, tossing it on the floor. 

His eyes went wide at the sight of your boobs, perky, flushed and already pebbled in front of him. He couldn’t help wrapping one of his plush and plump lips around one of them, moaning against your skin as his tongue swirled around your nipple, sucking softly.

"Beomgyu—oh, fuck—" you gasped, hips bucking down against his with more intent. Your hands gripped his hair tight, pressing his head further against your chest before he broke away to lavish your other neglected nipple with the same affection.

"You’re so perfect." He whined, rutting against your clothed cunt. He was practically reeking of desperation, want vibrating within him. "So fucking perfect, how are you real?" 

His glasses were all fogged up, crooked on his face. You always thought he looked good with glasses, but he looked better with them when he was wrecked and practically begging for you.

"Says you." You huffed out, tugging his head back by his hair as you met his lips in a messy kiss, hands sliding inside his boxers to wrap around his cock. It was already so hard— his tip already leaking as you smeared it with your thumb, a groan left his lips muffled around your nipple, hips twitching beneath yours. “Stop teasing.”

Beomgyu pulled away from your nipple with a wet sound, eyes wide and wanting locked onto yours— wild, desperate as if he had been depraved. “Please, I need to be inside you, I’ll actually die if I’m not.”

While you would probably have made fun of him for his choice of words had the circumstances been any different, you weren’t any better. “Don’t say shit like that—” you pressed your lips together in a hiss, when in reality, the idea of him being so desperate and wanting beneath you made the room feel warmer. Made you feel desired and wanted.

Choi Beomgyu was for sure about to be the death of you, not Chemistry.

Messily, now pushing past the stage of foreplay— neither of you having patience for it, you both wriggled out of the last pieces of clothing, the pieces piling together across your room just like they did whenever you tried to pick your outfit for the day. Completely scattered.

Without ceremonies or reverence, your hands wrapped around his dick, slowly aligning yourself before you sank down onto it. The moment his tip breached your entrance, a mix of a strangled moan from his side and a mewl from yours filled the air. His hands gripped your hips so tightly you were sure they would bruise, he filled you so painfully well you swore you could cry. And Beomgyu wasn’t far behind, either. His pretty lips were parted in a chorus of breathy moans, head tipped backwards as his eyes screwed shut like he didn’t know how else to process the intensity of it all.

By the time your thighs met his, fully sat on his cock, you were both a wreck. He was breathing hard— your chest was thundering in your ears. 

“You’re so warm, oh my god—fucking hell,” Beomgyu gasped out, trying to catch his breath, which was futile, you were already moving your hips in experimental roles, punching air out of his lungs. “I died and this is heaven.”

You somehow managed to laugh, trying to keep your elevated breath under control, it turned out to be equally just as futile as Beomgyu trying to catch his. “Good?”

“Please.”

The whiny plea that rasped from his throat snapped something inside you, your hips moving to their own accord as you ignored the burn in your thighs. Bouncing up and down his cock in quick, deep grinds that made the two of you grow louder by the second.

Beomgyu looked completely wrecked. His jaw hung open like he couldn’t pick it open, noises— sweet, breathy and raspy ones spilling from his lips nonstop like he couldn’t help it. A layer of sheen sweat clung to his forehead, his eyes were half lidded, staring right into yours with an intensity that made your chest stutter.

You clenched around him, hands bracing on his shoulders. “You look so pretty like this,” you whimpered, not in a much better predicament. “So good—filling me up so good, making me feel so, so good, Gyu.”

“Say that again—please, oh, fuck!—” his voice cracked, uneven in places as his hips bucked up to meet yours.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” You grunted, eyes nearly rolling back. “Making me feel better than— shit— anyone could.”

Your movements slowed down, the burn in your thighs slowly taking over. Beomgyu seemed to notice, looking into your eyes for a semblance of a quiet question. With the approval written on your face, he flipped you onto your back beneath him, hands gripping the back of your thighs and pushing them back as further as they could go against your chest.

He was so fucking deep. You could feel him all the way in your guts, filling you impossibly more.

A cry tore from your throat as he settled for a quicker pace, already chasing his orgasm. The room was thick with the smell of sex, the sound of skin against skin and wet smacks filled the air, it spoke of sheer desperation and yearning. You’ve been pining over each other for god knows how long. “Can I cum inside you?”

He pleaded, eyes wide and pleading. You choked on a sob, overstimulation slowly ebbing itself into your nerves as you felt your second orgasm near. But the idea made you flutter around him, head jerking in a pitiful attempt of a nod. “Please— Gyu, I need you.”

“Oh, god—” Beomgyu gasped, biting his bottom lip hard enough he could feel the slight metallical taste of blood coating his tongue.

Your brain felt like complete mush, like it had melted and drained out through your ears, which, speaking of which, were ringing by now. Every muscle in your body was taut, and then his fingers were on your clit again.

You felt like you died for a second.

Your orgasm was dizzying, your vision blurring as sobs and mewls of his name left your lips like a prayer. Your legs shook with the force of your orgasm, gushing around him and squeezing Beomgyu’s dick impossibly tight.

He didn’t take long to reach his orgasm, either.

With one final, deepening thrust, his eyes squeezed shut as a whimper left him. He was blabbering nonsense, things you couldn’t quite pick up.

I love you.

You thought maybe you were delirious, maybe still too high on your own orgasm as you felt his cum spurt into you. Warm and slowly leaking as his hips stuttered to a stop. Neither of you spoke during the moment, you just tried to collect yourselves and your breaths.

Beomgyu was already sliding out of you with a wince, letting go of your legs that fell limp against the bedding that was already completely messy— so much for trying to keep it perfect.

He cleaned himself up first, and then came back with a wet cloth to wipe the mess between your thighs. Your hips jerked away, still sensitive from your orgasm. “I know, I’m sorry. Let me just clean you up.”

His body thudded next to yours on the bed the second after he was done, folding his glasses neatly on the nightstand as he brought you closer to him. Your mind was still foggy, coming down from the intensity of your orgasm, but you could still make him out.

His eyes were soft, almost sleepy. But they had something else in them— affection, perhaps. Your heart skipped a beat. Messy and clingy post sex fit Beomgyu more than you’d like to admit. His bangs fell over his eyes ever so slightly, a lazy smile spreading on his lips like he had nothing else better to ask for. Then his lips met your forehead in a warm kiss.

“I love you.”

You weren’t delirious, Beomgyu truly said he loved you. He wasn’t just here for a quick fuck, or here to ruin your friendship.

“I love you too.”

The last kiss you both exchanged for the night was now sweet, the kind of kiss that spoke more than words or poetry ever could. His body, warm and solid and real against yours slowly bringing your heart to a normal pace.

“You’ll still tutor me, right?” You asked in a quiet voice once you two broke apart, a grin plastered on your lips despite the fact you were half asleep.

“If you actually pay attention and stop staring so much at my hands, I’ll make sure you pass with flying colors.”

͟✿֔ ͟ຼ ꯭ ░ ׄ treating me like you’re supposed to do

──── ၇͜ᩘ 𔒌 ﹔ a little late, but happy valentine’s day everyone!! is anyone else a big fan of the idea of nerd!gyu aside from me?.. i hope so. anyway, i hope you enjoy this:) alsooo the mdni header credits goes to @strangergraphics!!

No papers, no deadlines—just a spontaneous decision, with you and your eyeshadow-adorned eyes.

The air is filled with perfume, alcohol, and the distant haze of cigarette smoke. The place is packed with strangers, faces you don’t recognise, voices blending with music. The bass from the speakers pulses through the floor, a song you don’t recognise thrumming in the background. You clutch your purse a little tighter, a subconscious habit, as you remind yourself why you're here.

"One cocktail, please. Something light," you say to the bartender, slipping onto a barstool. The drink appears in front of you within minutes, a delicate swirl of color in the dim lighting. You take a sip, the cool liquid smoothing down your throath. A small, satisfied hum escapes your lips.

Maybe this was a good idea after all.

You cross your legs, the sparkle of your heels catching in the overhead lights as your eyes scan the room. Most people are on the dance floor, lost in the music, making out in the corner, moving without care.

Then, the space beside you shifts. The scent of expensive cologne, deep, musky, and intoxicating wraps around you before you even turn your head. The bar is nearly empty, yet they choose the seat right next to you.

Dark, deep brown eyes lock onto yours when you turned your head to check. He looks young, mid-twenties, his sharp jawline and the tall tip of his nose. His hair, a rich chestnut with hints of auburn, falls messily across his forehead, as if styled by pure accident. It’s longer than most men wear it, brushing past his ears and barely settling on his shoulders. The color is striking, almost too perfect, as if painted by careful hands, enhancing the sharp angles of his face.

Your gaze drifts lower. He wears leather worn yet fitted, paired with dark pants that cling just right. Chains glint at his throat, rings catch the light on his fingers, each piece adding to the effortless allure he carries.

The curiousity of his stare makes your throat go dry. You quickly turn away, pretending to focus on your drink, hoping the heat creeping up your neck isn’t obvious. You swallow hard, quickly looking away, pretending to focus on the last sip of your drink.

The moment your glass is empty, you lift it slightly, signaling the bartender. “Uh, could I get one more—”

“Make it two,” a smooth voice cuts in beside you. A sleek black card slides across the counter. “Her drinks are on me tonight.”

You blink, turning to him. "You don’t have to—"

"I insist," he interrupts, his gaze locking onto yours again. You notice the pink of his lips. This time, it sends a slow, shiver down your spine.

He’s unfairly handsome.

A smirk tugs at his lips. "Besides, I want to taste your drink." His eyes flicker to your empty glass, the faint imprint of your lipstick staining the rim, before trailing up, slowly to your lips. He doesn’t even try to hide it.

"My eyes are up here." you say, tilting your head slightly.

His smirk deepens as he finally meets your eyes, amusement dancing in them. "Yes, ma'am," he teases, throwing in a wink for good measure.

The bartender slides your drink in front of you, and as you bring it to your lips, you can feel his eyes still on you, watching.

"What’s your name?" he asks, effortless.

"Y/N," you reply, setting your glass down.

He repeats it, dragging out each syllable like he’s testing how it feels on his tongue. "Y/N… It suits you." His lips curve slightly before he leans in just a fraction. "Tell me, Y/N, your boyfriend let you out in that dress tonight?"

You arch a brow, meeting his gaze without hesitation. "Even if I had a boyfriend," you say, voice steady, "he wouldn’t get a say in what I wear. It’s my body, right?"

The teasing fades, just for a moment, and instead of another smirk, his lips tug at the corners. A small smile you almost missed it.

"That’s right," he murmurs.

You swirl your glass lightly before looking up at him again. "Since you know my name, I should get yours, don’t you think? I mean, you are buying my drinks."

He leans back slightly, studying you like he’s debating whether to give it up so easily. Then, with a playful tilt of his head, he finally says, "Beomgyu."

Beomgyu, who stuck with you throughout the night.

He's there, when you were pulled into a group of random people for drinks. His hands on the small of your back. His eyes never leaving your form for too long. He comes with you whenever you need to take the restroom. True to his words, he bought each drink that you had.

"I mean, it's just so funny that I was crying!" Yuna, a stranger to you an hour ago says, the laughter of people circled around passed. You are now seated in a long VIP black couch, full of people you just met.

Beomgyu immediately notices your shifting beside him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, this one is... too bitter." You scrunch your face, trying to swallow the last sip, the taste lingering unpleasantly.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Beomgyu watching you closely. His gaze flickers to your lips, and without thinking, he wets his own with the tip of his tongue.

"I'm getting you some water," he murmurs, voice low as he leans in, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin. A light touch grazes the small of your back before he stands. "Wait for me here, yeah?"

He returns within a minute or two, a cold water bottle in his hands. A small smile tugs at his lips as he offers it to you. “It’s completely sealed.”

“Thank you.” You take it as he twists the cap open for you, making sure you hear the pop of the water bottle, the cool plastic brushing against your fingertips. Around you, laughter erupts, Yeonjun’s voice carrying over the noise, no doubt cracking another joke at Kai’s expense.

“So, why are you alone tonight?” Beomgyu's voice pulls your attention back to him. His head tilts slightly as his fingers brush your face, his touch featherlight.

“Can’t I be alone for a night? You know… to de-stress.”

He chuckles at that, and for a moment, the serious, composed Beomgyu fades away, replaced by something softer, something boyish. The sight of it sends warmth rushing to your cheeks.

“Okay, baby.”

Your breath hitches. The casual way he says it, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, has you scrambling for composure. You clear your throat. “What about you? Why are you alone?”

He shrugs, leaning back slightly. “Had big plans tonight. Get drunk, party alone. But then—”

“Hey, girly!” Yuna’s voice cuts through the conversation. Your gaze snaps to her just as she singsongs, “It’s you.”

It takes a second for you to register what she means, until you follow her gaze to the bottle lying in the center of the circle, its cap pointing directly at you.

Oh. Right.

You were playing Seven Minutes in Heaven.

After a nod, you watched as they spun the bottle again, maybe to find you another partner because that’s how the game worked, right? You chewed on your lip, the weight of your own impulsiveness settling in.

It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision to join this crowd, just like it had been a spur-of-the-moment decision to come to the club alone tonight. You hadn’t even considered the possibility of being chosen. There were so many people here, what were the odds?

The bottle slowed, your pulse hitching as it nearly landed on someone whose name you vaguely recalled Sunghoon. He was already smirking, leaning forward slightly as if he knew it was going to be him.

But just before it could stop completely, a hand—slender fingers, reached out and nudged it off course.

"Oops, my bad." Beomgyu says, voice light as he tilts his head. "Looks like it’s me."

The room erupts; cheers, whistles, knowing laughter and teases, all directed at the boy who had made no effort to hide just how much he’d stuck by your side tonight.

Beomgyu's gaze flickers to Sunghoon, who meets it head-on. "Any complaints?"

Sunghoon chuckles, raising his hands in surrender. "Nah, man. All yours. We get it."

Beomgyu doesn’t bother acknowledging him. Instead, he turns to you, unfazed by the stares, the amused whispers buzzing around the room. You, on the other hand, feel bare under their scrutiny, exposed.

Then, a hand appears in front of you.

When your fingers found his, the space did not feel so vast, nor the moment so daunting than you thought it would be.

You were led into a cramped, closet-like space at the back of the room, the air thick with anticipation. Chae-won, the mastermind behind this whole setup, turned to face you both, her smirk widening as her gaze flickered down to your still-linked hands.

The truth was, neither of you seemed eager to let go. His hand was warm, larger than yours, fingers loosely curled around yours like he was holding on without even realizing it.

“Seven minutes,” Chae-won announced, her voice dripping with amusement. “I’ll knock when time’s up. And no funny business once I opened it, got it?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Beomgyu answered quickly, but you barely heard him, too busy avoiding Chae-won’s exaggerated eyebrow wiggle, which only made your pulse race even more.

Beomgyu gestured for you to step in first, and you did, he followed, closing the door behind him. The darkness wrapped around you both, forcing your other senses to take over. The space was small, so small you could smell his cologne. You could hear his breathing, steady yet close, feel the warmth radiating from him.

And if there had been even the slightest bit of light, you were sure he would’ve seen how red your face had turned.

“We really don’t have to do anything, you know,” he whispers, his voice soft, almost careful.

You smile at that. You don’t know why, but you trust him, trust him in a way that feels strange yet effortless, like you’ve known him far longer than you actually have.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

A beat of silence. Then, quieter—“You don’t want anything from me at all?”

You hear him swallow, as if your question catches him off guard. “…Maybe a kiss?”

A laugh escapes you, light and breathless, and in the darkness, you feel his hand find yours. Even without seeing, you can picture his face; the shape of his lips, the way his long lashes must be brushing against his cheeks, the way he must be looking at you right now.

God. The heavens must have taken their time sculpting this man.

“A kiss?”

“Hm.” He squeezes your hands gently, and even in the dim light, you can see the teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “Think of it as… a birthday gift.”

“What?” Your eyes widen. “You know I’d still kiss you without that excuse, right?”

He chuckles, the sound warm and effortless. “That’s probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” His dimples appear, small but unmistakable, and for a second, you forget to breathe. “I wish I was kidding, though, about the birthday part. It’d be nice to say you kissed me just because, not because it’s some excuse.”

You pull your hands away, blinking. “Wait. It’s actually your birthday? What are you doing here alone? Why are you alone? And why—”

Before you can finish, he leans in, silencing your rambling with the lightest brush of his lips against yours. It’s barely a kiss, just a fleeting press, but it’s enough to make your breath hitch, enough to make the world shrink down to just this, just him.

When he pulls back, his voice is quieter, almost careful. "Family’s nowhere near. Friends are busy tonight. No girlfriend." A small pause, his thumb ghosting over your knuckles. "I was just planning to get drunk until I saw your pretty face."

You can't speak. Birthdays are sacred to you, more than just a day on the calendar, they’re a celebration of survival... of everything you’ve endured and overcome. A moment to pause, to appreciate yourself, to recognize the strength it took to make it through another year.

And yet, here he is, spending his alone.

You meet his gaze, and he holds it, there’s no urgency, no expectation in his eyes. He’s done nothing but be kind to you tonight, you were safe with him.

His hand moves slowly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The pad ofhis thumb brushes the curve of your cheek, it’s so soft it almost breaks you. It was as if he’s memorizing the shape of you. “You’re beautiful—”

You don’t let him finish. Instead, you reach up, arms looping around his shoulders, and pull him in. Your lips crash against his, and he responds instantly, kissing you back with a eagerness. His tongue grazes your bottom lip, asking—no, demanding—entrance, and the moment you grant it, he deepens the kiss, tasting you, savouring you.

You press yourself closer, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, the way his hands grip your waist, possessive. One of them slides up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers threading into your hair and pressing all of him into you.

When you finally break away, gasping for breath, he chases your lips, desperate to claim them again. But you stop him with a peck. You rest your forehead against his, letting him know what you're about to do.

“Let me make you happy tonight.”

After whispering those words, you can't help but smile back at his ridiculously pretty, beaming face.

It's safe to say that ever since your encounter in that cramped closet, Choi Beomgyu hasn't been able to keep his hands off you. He's bolder now, fingers brushing the small of your back, resting absentmindedly on your knee. So, when he whispers, just 30 minutes later, that he wants to take you home—

You let him.

Because tonight, more than anything, you can’t let him be alone.

And now, your legs are wide open sitting on his bed, moaning his name as his fingers move in and out of your sopping wet cunt. Your nose was filled by his scent.

He was all around.

“Beomgyu…” You moaned, watching his fingers diddle with your clit for a few seconds before being shoved back in again. He already made you squirt and it hasn’t even been 30 minutes since you’ve entered this apartment.

“Feels good?” He commented, smirking up at you as he places a kiss on it. 

“Oh my gosh…” You panted, leaning on your elbows, not wanting to miss a movement. Tongue darting out, he traced the sides of your cunt, moaning as he took it all in his mouth. The vibrations almost sent you to the edge again as you tried to press his face closer to you.

Taking his fingers out, you can feel Beomgyu harden his tongue on your clit before he drags it down to your hole. “Ah!” You pouted at him, hissing at the feeling of his wet muscles exploring your insides.

The way he moves it around makes you circle your hips, grinding your clit on his nose and making him growl. “I knew you would taste this good.” You blushed, thinking about how he kept looking at you, as if wanting to see every reaction you have.

Kissing your clit one more time, he moved up to your lips, “How can your lips taste so sweet?” He moaned, pressing your cheek as he coaxed you to open your mouth. You let him slip his tongue inside you, panting as he allowed you to suck on it before tapping your cheek lightly as he pulled away “Such a good girl,” He tapped your tit before pulling your chest to him, skillful tongue circling your sensitive nipples as his fingers played with the other one. 

“Yeah….” You moaned, pushing his hair back and exposing his forehead as he licked your nipples with the tip of his tongue. His eyes stared up at you before you felt his finger caressing your slit again. He indulged in the way your brows bumped together when he sucked your nipples hard, pulling before letting go with a pop. 

Your hand found purchase on his still-clothed cock, painfully wanting to be let out of its confinement. “You wanna taste? Go on. It’s been waiting for you.” He chuckled as you slowly pulled his sweatpants down. “Go on, baby.” The way he said ‘baby’ made your pussy clench as you squatted in front of him, naked cunt exposed to the air as you kissed the tip of his dick. 

“Yeah, spread those legs as you suck my dick. That's what you get for looking so fucking beautiful tonight.” You moaned, tongue sticking out as you licked his shaft, hand cupping his balls before you took it all in your moan. Beomgyu grunted at the move, cursing at how you escalated things quickly from kitten licks to deep-throating him in an instant. “Shit, you weren't really kidding when you said you'll make me happy, huh?” He chuckled.

You eagerly took it back in your mouth, letting your tongue trace the vein under his length. You whimpered as you felt him reach over to tweak your nipple with his fingers. “You have such pretty lips for my dick, yeah?” He hissed as you bobbed your head up and down, pulling your lips back to prevent your teeth from touching his skin.

Not long after, you can feel Beomgyu's thighs tensing under your touch and he was already pulling you away from him.

“Not yet.” He whispered, pushing you back on the bed. You instantly opened your legs, staring at him with lust and hunger in your eyes as you licked your lip. Beomgyu watched as you spread your plump lips, showing him your entrance as if silently begging him to ram his heavy dick into you. He would’ve taken his time to stare at how beautiful you are if only his knees weren’t going weak from holding back.

“You just can’t wait, huh?” He rubbed the tip at the tender flesh of your core making you whimper, grinding your hips as you pleaded repeatedly. He cooed at your state, putting a hand behind your head before capturing your lips and shoving his erection inside your waiting cunt. You moaned in the kiss, feeling the pleasurable burn as he stretched you with his girth. He slowly moved in and out of you, groaning at the tightness before breaking the kiss only to urge you to watch as your heat took his length.

“Look at that, doll. Look how perfectly it fits inside you.” He moans, mocking your whimpers as he gradually went faster until he was slamming into you. His strong hands push your knees to your shoulder, squeezing your bouncing tits. You shamelessly called out his name, not caring if anyone can hear you.

“Yeah, wanna let everyone know I can’t hold myself around you, huh?” He growled, sweat dripping down his face as he parted your folds with his fingers. “Is that why you’re being so loud?” You can feel his long tip nudge your g-spot, making you scream as you explode.

“Oh gosh, G-gyu—” You chanted, feeling his cock slip out, or rather get pushed out as you squirted on him, making him chuckle as he rubbed your clit quickly before pulling your hand and switching positions. 

“Messy baby.” He teased you, watching your body twitch as he laid down, placing you on top of him and you found yourself mindlessly rubbing yourself on his cock before swiftly sliding it in with a soft cry. “That’s it, fuck yourself on me. Show me how much you want my cum? That will really make my birthday.” He reached for your tits, rubbing the pebbled flesh as you rolled your hips on top of him, hands caressing his glistening skin as you breathed out his name. 

Seeing your mouth open, and your glazed eyes as your body bounces on top of him got him staring at you in amazement. Beomgyu's hand slid down your body to your swollen nub, drawing figures with his thumb as he shallowly thrust up to you, restraining himself from letting go and fully ravishing your body. 

It was when you leaned back, arching your body as you parted your legs wider that he lost control, ramming up to you like a madman as a rumble erupted from his throat. “You’re really asking for it, baby.” He put his hand on your hips for support as he fucks himself up in you, chuckling as you hit those high notes, and breathing harder as he hit the exact spot inside you. 

“Beomgyu.. keep doing that.” You whimpered, throwing your head back as you let him use your body as he pleases. Desperate for release, Beomgyu sat up and laid you down again without taking his pulsating length out of you. You can tell how much he’s trying to stop himself from coming, enjoying how you squeeze his throbbing cock every time he shoves himself in you. 

Yelping as he folds you in a mating press, Beomgyu couldn’t even afford to let you breathe as he hammered his dick into you. “Oh fuck!” You cried, feeling him reach deeper into the new position. His face contorted like he was in pain as he repeatedly buried himself inside you, bullying your cunt as put half his weight on you.

“Gonna cum inside you, doll.” He panted, pressing his forehead against yours and smiling when you nodded frantically with teary eyes. “Gonna fill you up so good, you’re going to be asking for it more later.” The sound of your skin slapping against each other echoed around the room.

Feeling his hips stutter, you pouted up at him, “Give it to me, please, Beomgyu. Pretty please.” You breathed against his lips. 

As his thrusts went shallow, you could feel his tip rub the sweet spot inside you, making you cry out in pleasure as you cum hard around him. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure and your thighs trembled. The feeling of your walls spasming and contracting around him sent Beomgyu to the edge. He managed one powerful thrust, hissing as he spilled all his release deep inside you. You whimpered at the feeling of his warm liquid flooding and painting your insides. 

“So fucking good,” He rasped out before capturing your lips. Panting hard, he savored the feeling of your tight pussy clenching around him. You stayed in that position for a couple of seconds, hearing each other’s shattered breaths before he pulled out, eyes fixated on your hole. He licked his lips, smirking as you whined desperately at him. Your hip’s starting to hurt but you can’t bring yourself to care, enjoying the way his eyes glimmer at the sight of his cum leaking out of you.

"Happy now?" you chuckled, breath still unsteady. Beomgyu met your gaze, a boyish smile tugging at his lips. "I was close to breaking most of the time, Choi Beomgyu,"

He let out a soft laugh, warmth flickering in his eyes as he finished cleaning himself. Then, without hesitation, he turned his attention to you, his touch impossibly gentle as he wiped you down. "You are a wonder, love," he murmured, almost in awe.

You rolled your eyes, though the warmth in your chest betrayed you. Pulling the blanket closer, you watched as Beomgyu stood, opening the bedside drawer.

"So… no girlfriend, huh?"

"I don’t have one."

You scoffed, grabbing the nearest pillow and tossing it at him before sinking deeper under the covers. "You—"

Beomgyu easily dodged with a chuckle, taking your worked up form and sliding onto the bed beside you. His hand found yours, warm and sure, as he gently slipped your familiar ring back onto your finger. The same one he wore, a perfect match. His gaze softened, "You're not just a girlfriend. What are you on about?"

"Tell me why I agreed to this roleplay again?"

not even half a day has passed since you last saw each other, but these thoughts swirl within your brain nonetheless. busy mixing with pretentious elites and the potential suitors your mother demanded that you meet throughout the day, you hadn't found time to sneak away and meet with him despite your aching desire to. you just barely avoided your mother's watchful gaze to escape out here and finally be able to breathe.

as naïve as it may sound, you feel as though you've known the charming man your entire life. strangers with a divine connection — you ponder if you must have known beomgyu in a past life, fell for him just as you do now. your typically rational mind supplies you with grandiose ideas of running away, of fleeing this suffocating, predetermined path that you were born into. he is a breath of fresh air after all of the men that you have met who only wish to marry and mold you into a submissive, obedient housewife that they can then neglect. unlike those men — no, you think, those insolent boys, he is not hungry to further his wealth, to fasten his name to yours for the sake of status. he doesn't expect you to change yourself. rather, he takes you as you are, with all your sharp edges and imperfections, and worships you down to the marrow of your bones.

the longing to wander the entire ship until you find him strikes you square in the chest like a sack of flour, knocking the breath from your lungs. your heart aches. you want to see him. you must see him.

“i should’ve known i’d find you out here.” 

it's quite strange, how the hand of fate plays its cards. you whip your head around, and there he is, with his sun-kissed skin and wind-tousled hair, as if he had somehow heard your thoughts and rushed to meet you. the upward quirk of his lips conveys both fondness and mischief while he moves closer to you, gentle hands wrapping around your waist. you mirror his expression, relief flooding your system at his well-timed arrival. sliding your hands over his shoulders, you link your fingers together around the nape of his neck.

“gyu,” you whisper while you surge forward to embrace him, pressing your face into the junction between his neck and shoulder. he nearly stumbles, but quickly regains his balance, returning the hug. “i missed you.”

“we saw each other this morning,” he chuckles, but the way his arms tighten around you betray his true emotions. 

you deliver a light pinch to his neck in jest, mumbling against his neck, “you’re impossible.”

this simply makes him laugh harder, his chest shuddering against your own. he curls a hand under your chin to remove your face from his neck, and his chestnut-colored eyes find yours. “and you love it.”

“unfortunately, yes,” you admit with a sigh. he smiles wider at that.

a peaceful silence fills the air between you. only the sounds of the ship cutting through the sea fills your ears. turning in his hold until his back presses against your chest, you look back out to the horizon. the pink sky has faded into a muted indigo, the sun barely a semicircle along the horizon. the air has grown colder now, but the warmth that beomgyu exudes wards off the chill that runs deep beneath your skin. your place one hand atop the ones looped around your stomach, the other reaching up to play with the ends of his soft hair.

“where’d you disappear off to today?” beomgyu breaks the quiet first. he feels the way you stiffen within his hold, how your fingers stop toying with his hair, the deep breath you exhale. you can that he immediately regrets asking.

“my mother,” you begin to explain, a bitter, sour note in your voice. “she dragged me from party to party today. they weren’t even parties, really, just excuses to flaunt wealth and peacock about. it was absolutely ridiculous.”

you hear the small giggle he allows at your choice of words, and your lips turn up again. teasing, you say, “i’m glad my misery amuses you.”

“no, never,” he hastily says, oddly serious. your fingers rubbing soothing circles against his scalp is a silent confirmation that you know. a few beats of silence pass once more, your eyes trained on how the sun continues its descent below the horizon.

the ocean's maw has fully consumed the sun when he pulls you back against him, his warm breath caressing the shell of your war and causing you to shiver. the quintessentially impish lilt of his voice returns, a smirk rich on his lips.

“wanna go to a real party?”

and to a real party he takes you. a gathering on a lower deck, the tunes played by the instrument-wielding passengers brash and loud. others sing, some dance, many drink. it's as if you are walking into a brand new world, seeing colors you have never seen before. it is so disorienting yet exhilarating at the same time.

your hand enveloped in his, beomgyu guides you into the sea of noise and moving bodies with confidence towards two men who cheer his name at the sight of him. they each hold a glass of amber ale, eyes glazed over as they spot you behind their friend.

“you finally made it! thought you weren’t comin’,” the slightly taller of the two calls, his words slurred. his fox like eyes meet yours again, and he grins. “you must be the girl he’s been ravin’ about! y/n, right?”

you offer a shy nod and a polite smile, nerves apparent in the way your eyes dart across the room. next to you, beomgyu grows a bit red in the face, but holds you closer to him. how easily he picks up on your emotional state is beyond you, but appreciated.

beomgyu moves to introduce the two men, and you learn the taller one is named yeonjun. the shorter man, his eyes as round as a doe's, is named taehyun. he is far more reserved compared to the other two, but welcoming nonetheless. you converse with them for a considerable amount of time, growing more comfortable the longer you stand with them. none of them seem to care that you come from a wildly opposite walk of life as them; they treat you as a friend all the same.

the conversation soon turns to their history and how exactly they came to know beomgyu. they happened to meet while in paris, yeonjun explains, bonding over their shared heritage and quickly developing a close friendship.

“it’s a miracle we even got on this ship!” yeonjun laughs before he takes another swig of his drink. “gyu won a game of cards back at the port just before she set sail. lucky guy, ain’t he?”

“yeah,” beomgyu responds before you are able to utter a word, looking down at you with fondness coloring his gaze. “i really am.”

the two men soon depart on a search for more alcohol, leaving you and beomgyu alone. he does not take long in snatching your hand to drag you towards the makeshift dance floor.

“beomgyu, wait, i can’t—”

“c’mon!” he exclaims. “dance with me!”

he pulls you close to him as soon as you reach the space. chest to chest, hand in hand. your eyes widen, frantic.

with haste, your voice strained in order to be heard over the music, you say, “beomgyu i don’t, i don’t know this dance, i can’t do this!”

“sure you can!” he jovially yells. “just follow my lead!”

the music surges around your bodies as you begin to skip about the room. with beomgyu guiding you along to the fast-paced tempo, your apprehension melts away. you do not have to be in control, you can simply feel and allow yourself to flow along with him. you squeal as your unsuitably formal dress flutters around your legs and your heeled shoes click against the floor rhythmically. both of you laugh unabashedly, growing drunk on the excitement of it all. your heart beats erratically against your ribcage, your cheeks beginning to hurt from how wide you beam.

you feel more alive in this moment than you have in your entire life.

he spins you around and around until you grow dizzy. then, you are off once again, eventually joining a line of people holding hands and snaking about the room. you skip along with one hand held by a woman who speaks to you in rapid french and the other still taken by beomgyu, who attempts to translate her words, albeit poorly.

out of breath, you squeeze his hand, and he takes your hint; you break away from the line. others easily fill the void that you leave.

you stumble, giggling, and beomgyu catches you. harebrained and giddy and every cell of your body positively surging with joy, you are unable to even think your actions through before you are cupping his face in your hands and crashing your lips against his.

whoops and hollers sound around you, but the sole thing that permeates your senses is beomgyu's soft lips melding with your own. the grip of his hands upon your waist fortifies, but only enough to hold you to ensure your unchanging propinquity. hurried, ravenous, you devour each other in the middle of the crowd until you grow desperate for oxygen. pulling away, you draw a breath deep into your lungs, mouth agape just as the full force of what you did crashes into you, a strike of lightning straight to your chest.

and rather than fret, your lips split and their corners rise, and you laugh. you laugh and laugh and laugh until you collapse against beomgyu's chest. he gathers you up to his chest before you crash to the floor, holding you by your cheeks while he comprehends your wild eyes and glowing mien.

“are you alright?” he queries.

i think i may be in love with you, is what you wish could say, but you bite the words back before they escape.

instead, you ask, “come with me, please?”

he nods and allows you to pull him towards the stairs that you first entered from. mistakenly, you briefly meet eyes with yeonjun, who stands across the room with a suggestive smirk, eyebrows wiggling in your direction. though your cheeks grow warm, you continue to push forward, weaving your fingers through those of the man following close behind.

the trek to your private chambers takes far longer than expected. both of you are guilty of pulling each other into dark corners and giggling into each other's mouths at nearly every turn. the situation becomes dire once you reach the upper decks, dodging acquaintances of your mother through roundabout hallways. after what seems like hours, you reach the door of your room, swiftly unlocking it and pulling beomgyu inside.

without delay, he presses you up against the door, forearms caging you in, and crashes his lips to yours once more. gone is the nonsensical laughter and teasing touches — now all that remains is a carnal hunger, a bone-deep desperation to feel and to devour one another whole. his sly tongue sneaks into your mouth, dancing with your own before it retracts and his teeth graze your lower lip. you exhale a breathy whine, hands pawing at the rough linen of his shirt.

he pulls away to momentarily catch his breath before he blazes forward to kiss you once more. your finger pressed to his lips, however, halts his movements. questions dance in his pupils.

“take me to bed,” you whisper. 

biting your lip, you watch as the gears within his brain churn as he processes your words, how his eyes grow impossibly darker once he does. the short journey to your bed is a blur in your mind. hands tug at clothes and undergarments until you lay bare beneath his own naked torso, his trousers low on his waist, though unable to hide the aching erection that strains the fabric.

he reaches up to tweak your nipple, causing you to inhale sharply. he finds great delight in how sensitive you are, his lips ravaging your neck until he locates the weak spot just beneath your ear. he bites down lightly. a shock of bliss jolts down your spine, and you squeal his name — god, how he would give away what little money he has to his name to hear that sound every day.

the combination of his lips gliding down your neck and his thumb circling your nipple renders you speechless, merely able to moan and grip the soft sheets below you as he brings you pleasure that you have never felt before. though his calloused hands against your skin feel much rougher than those of the men that your mother forces you to mingle with, he treats you gentler than any of your desperate suitors ever could. almost as if your body is made of glass, he does not press hard enough to inflict pain, nor does he force you to your knees to take him. no man you have lied with before has treated you in such a manner, putting your needs before his own. your heart pounds at the realization. you pray that he cannot hear it.

deprived of warning, his lips and fingers disappear from your skin. you whine at the sudden confiscation of pleasure.

“why did you stop?” you pant, breathless, trying to reach up to touch him. he captures your hands and links his fingers between your own. he presses your arms back against the sheet before he lets go. 

he stares down at you for a moment, eyes trailing from your heaving chest to the swollen pout upon your lips. with a ghost of a smirk, he leans down to press a chaste peck to the corner of your mouth, his forehead now pressed against yours. eyes hooded, he breathes, “patience, beautiful. i’m gonna make you feel good, i promise.” 

“hurry, then,” you plead. you feel as if you are going insane without his touch. addictive, akin to opium; you want more, you crave it.

“ah, so demanding,” he jokes, though he gives in. he allows you no time to respond as he kisses you again, leaning over you with forearm pressed into the mattress next to your head. a hand slides down your side — drawing goosebumps to your skin — to your thigh, spreading you wider for him. you inhale sharply through your nose when you feel fingers press against your soaking center, one slim, rough-skinned finger sliding slowly past your entrance. the groan he emits rumbles against your own chest. he raises his head no more than a millimeter, shuddering at the wet heat that coats his skin as he begins to thrust the digit in and out. 

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he curses, unable to help himself. clinging to him, you bite your lip at his ministrations, nearly drawing blood when he slips a second finger in, stretching your walls. his thumb finds the aching bud just above to ease the sting.

“g-gyu,” you whimper, the sound singing in his ears like wind chimes, urging him to move faster, curl his fingers against the spongy patch inside you, watching how your face contorts beneath him. he fixates on the spot. your hips involuntarily buck up into his thrusts in response, the cord within your stomach tightening. your gaze meets his, desperate, pleading. “gyu, i need, ‘m going to—”

“let go, beautiful,” he groans, grinding his cock into the crease of your thigh for relief. “you can do it, c’mon. let go for me.”

his deep-voiced encouragement sends you over the edge, warmth flooding your veins as your thighs quake around him, nails digging into his tanned skin. your eyes screw shut.

“that’s it,” he coos as you float back down to earth. he rubs soothing circles against the skin of your cheek. “my lovely girl.” 

“want you, gyu,” you beg, stomach warm from the praise. “want you inside.” 

he freezes, eyes wide. “are...are you sure?”

“i’ve never been more sure in my life,” you say. thus, his grin returns. he moves to unbutton his trousers, and you help him, grazing the hard imprint in his underwear. he hisses at the sensation, then stands from the bed to remove his remaining clothing. your mouth dries at the sight, and you gulp. he is quite well-endowed, his cock standing tall against his soft abdomen, the tip an angry crimson, the color fading as your eyes travel down the shaft. you squirm at the thought of it being inside you, stretching your walls beyond belief, pressing into every spot within you with every roll of his hips.

he settles between your thighs once again, guiding his cock against your wet folds. your poorly-veiled apprehension is not lost on him.

“i’ll go slow,” he promises, guiding the head of his cock to your awaiting entrance. “don’t wanna hurt you...you ready?”

with a deep breath, you hum in confirmation. he murmurs out a quiet “okay,” directed more towards himself than you, and shifts his hips forward. the first press brings with it a small ache. you wince, and he slows, inquiring if you are okay. 

you nod. “go slow, please.”

“of course, love,” he whispers, distracting your mind from the pain with his lips. inch by inch, he sinks deeper into your walls, soon bottoming out deep inside of you with a strained moan. he stills to allow you to adjust. as soon as you do, you’re urging him to move. he obeys, thrusts slow-paced and tender until you beg for him to quicken them. 

“yeah?” he coos. “y’want more? you, fuck — you have all of me already, s-so greedy.”

the roll of his hips sharpens, canting upward — faster, harder, deeper. all you can think to do is moan, the thoughts ricocheting in your mind now too jumbled for you to decipher and voice. a fire has ignited in your stomach, growing hotter and brighter when swings your legs over his shoulders. the angle of his thrusts causes the head of his cock to brush against a spot deep inside you, a place that has never been explored prior. a sound that is foreign to your ears tears itself from your chest, loud and unabashed.

above you, beomgyu groans. his head is thrown back, mouth agape, his hair a tousled mess atop his head. a few strands stick to his sweat-drenched forehead. a flush has traveled down and stained his chest, his abdomen flexing in exertion as he loses himself completely. his head drops down again, his eyes meeting yours, half-lidded and brimming with heady lust. you attempt to hide your face in the sheets, growing shy at the intensity of it all, but he reaches down to grip your chin, holding your gaze steady.

“watch me,” he orders. in a daze, you obey, glassy eyes barely able to comprehend the bombardment to your senses. his free hand locates your slick clit, rubbing quick circles, breath shaky as your walls flutter and tighten around him. “so good. so good for me, beautiful. no one can make you feel as good as i do, hm?”

“o-only you!” you manage to agree through your cries. he slips his thumb past your lips, and you immediately begin to suck on the digit.

“so pretty, such a good girl,” he mumbles out, half delirious. “will never get enough of you.” 

your high slams into you in a flash, your entire body quivering around him. beomgyu rapidly pulls out, ropes of his release spilling across your abdomen as he jerks himself, gasping at how your empty hole flutters around nothing. your legs drop from his shoulders, as weak as a newborn fawn's. he collapses next to you, mopping up his release with the handkerchief sitting upon your nightstand, before he pulls you to his chest, holding you like you are about to disappear into the air. he cups your cheek gently, kissing you slowly, savoring every second. when you pull away, there lies an urgency in his expression.

“run away with me,” he whispers, searching your face for something, anything. “once this ship docks in new york, run away with me.”

your chest tightens. he feels the same — oh, he feels the same. you battle back the tears beginning to form on your waterline and hold him close, reaching up to envelop the hands on your cheeks with your own and kissing him breathless.

your forehead presses to his as you respond, a watery smile painting your lips, “where would we go?”

“anywhere you’d like,” he breathes. tears form in his own eyes — hope, unbridled joy. “just say the word.”

your blooming love is not star-crossed, but auspicious, you realize while standing on the deck of the carpathia.

you had been separated from beomgyu in the sinking of the titanic that night, in the frantic crowds shoving towards the life boats and the gunshots ringing out to maintain a semblance of order. your mother had found and pushed you onto one, lowered into the sea before you were able to leap out, to search for him. you sobbed into your palms the entire night, unknowing whether he survived the sinking or not.

but now, he is across the deck before you, alive. his clothes and hair are drenched in seawater, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders — but he's alive, so very alive. he has not spotted you, his eyes pointed out to the sea where the so-called "unsinkable" ship met its watery grave. your hands begin to shake. warm, breathing, alive.

you croak out his name, tearing away from your mother in order to sprint over to him, ignoring the weakness of your limbs and the frantic protests from your mother behind you. your calls of his name amplify in volume. he spins around, and his face melts into disbelief. he races across the remaining distance between you, feet thumping against the wooden deck. arms wrap around you as the two of you meet — two souls colliding, winding and weaving around each other like threads on a loom. tears are not lost upon either of you, streaming down both of your faces as you hold each other, skin against skin as you ensure this is not a dream, or mirage.

“i love you,” you sob. “i can’t, i didn’t know if—”

he shushes you, tucking your face into his chest. “i know, love. i know. i love you, too. we’re here now, we’re together. alive.”

you choke back a whimper, crying until you can no longer. as you shift back to look at him, you find that he's smiling. a thought hits you suddenly.

“where is yeonjun? taehyun?” you ask. he squeezes you once, pointing somewhere across the deck. following his finger, you find them: beaten down, weary, but breathing. you have never been a particularly religious person, but you think that something must be watching from above, providing you such unfair luck. they wave. you wave right back.

“we floated on top of furniture until a rescue boat found us,” he explains. “we were lucky. i was half dead when we were found.”

the thought punctures your chest, but he doesn’t let your thoughts run astray for long. “it’s okay, love. you couldn’t have done anything.”

“i know, but—”

“but nothing.” a gentle smile plays on his lips. “we’re here now, aren’t we?”

“yes,” you say, your expression reflecting his. “shall we still plan to flee?”

he grins something tired yet enthusiastic. “of course, beautiful. there's no one else i'd like to see the world with more than you.”

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When people imagined dating Choi Beomgyu, they always painted it in sunshine and soft laughter—rainbows strung between inside jokes, a boy who smiled too easily and laughed even easier.

And they weren’t wrong. Not really.

Beomgyu was warmth in human form. A walking spark of chaos who somehow managed to charm everyone he crossed paths with—members, staff, camera operators, even other idols unlucky enough to share a hallway with him during music show promotions.

He had a habit of popping into frames he didn’t belong in, pointing fingers dramatically, talking absolute nonsense until someone snapped and chased him away.

He lived for it. The reactions, the eye rolls, the screaming of his name echoing behind him as he sprinted off laughing like he’d just won something.

That no-nonsense, ‘I’ll-do-what-I-want’ attitude was what made him so endearing.

And as a boyfriend—he was sweet in ways that felt unfair.

Remembering the little things. Leaving notes where you’d find them hours later. Pulling you into hugs when he thought no one was looking—then doing it anyway even when they were.

Choi Beomgyu loved loudly. Easily. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And that was exactly why people imagined him as all sunshine and rainbows. They imagined laughter-filled apartments, soft kisses in passing, warmth that never dimmed.

Until it wasn’t.

Until the clock crept past midnight and the apartment felt too quiet for a place meant to be lived in by two people.

You sat on one end of the couch, legs tucked beneath you, arms crossed tightly over your chest—not because you were cold, but because you were annoyed. Irritated. Stewing.

The couch stretched wide between you and the empty space beside you, almost mockingly so. Something you and Beomgyu had splurged on years ago when you first moved in together, laughing about how dramatic it looked, how it would be perfect for lazy days and movie nights.

The TV in front of you played your shared favorite show, characters animated and expressive, mouths moving in silent laughter. You vaguely remembered muting it hours ago—at some point between checking your phone for the fifth time and realizing you were too irritated to care what was happening on screen.

Your gaze flicked upward.

12:26 AM.

You clicked your tongue, jaw tightening as your head tipped back against the couch.

“Seriously?” you muttered under your breath.

Another car passed by outside, headlights briefly flooding the living room with white light before disappearing down the street. You rolled your eyes, sinking deeper into the cushions, arms hugging yourself tighter.

Every sound had your attention snapping up. Every engine. Every shift of light through the window.

And every time, it wasn’t him.

You stared at the clock like it had personally betrayed you, counting each passing minute as if it owed you an explanation. Your phone lay face-down on the coffee table—untouched, because checking it again would only make things worse.

You exhaled slowly, eyes squeezing shut.

“You said you wouldn’t be late,” you whispered to the empty room, voice barely louder than the hum of the apartment.

The looming hour of the night only made the pressure behind your eyes worse. It had started as a dull throb sometime around eleven, but now it sat heavy at your temples, tightening with every passing minute.

The silence didn’t help either—too loud in its own way—broken only by the steady ticking of the oven timer you’d nearly forgotten about.

Your eyes snapped open.

“Oh—shit,” you muttered, pushing yourself off the couch.

You’d left the test batch in there.

The thought hit you all at once—the half-scrolled recipe pulled up on your phone, Beomgyu’s excited voice earlier that evening saying We should try this, it looks easy, the way he’d promised to help. Meaning he’d hover around the kitchen, steal pieces when he thought you weren’t looking, and proudly declare himself the taste tester.

The memory made your frown deepen.

You padded down the hallway connecting the living room to the kitchen, bare feet brushing softly against the wooden floor. The lights were dim, only the warm glow from the kitchen spilling into the space as you rounded the corner.

You grabbed the oven mitts off the counter—carelessly tossed over the still-warm stovetop earlier—and tugged one on hastily, shoving it down your wrist without much care.

The oven door creaked as you pulled it open.

Heat rushed out, blooming against your face. “Oh, thank God,” you sighed, shoulders sagging in relief.

They weren’t burnt. Slightly cracked on top, maybe, but still intact—rows of small, colorful macarons sitting neatly on the tray. You carefully pulled them out, setting the tray down on the counter with a soft clink. For a brief moment, a small smile tugged at your lips.

They were perfectly baked. Soft-looking. The kind Beomgyu would absolutely brag about to anyone who’d listen, even though he hadn’t been here for a second of it.

Your smile faded just as quickly as it came. Because right then—right on cue—you heard the engine of a familiar car slowing outside. Then dying down completely.

You let out a huff, tugging the oven mitt off and tossing it onto the counter. “Of course,” you muttered. “Of course you’d come home now.”

You dragged a hand through your hair, fingers catching on strands you didn’t bother fixing. You didn’t even straighten the hem of your shirt as you stepped away from the counter, the faint warmth of the kitchen following you back into the hallway.

Your sleep shorts hung loosely on your hips, fabric soft and worn-in, but you barely registered it. You didn’t care how you looked. Not tonight.

Beomgyu needed a scolding.

And he needed it bad—if he wanted to stay in your good graces.

Your footsteps were quiet as you crossed the living room again, heart already thudding a little harder than before. The front door unlocked moments later, followed by the familiar clatter of keys and the sound of shoes being kicked off without much thought.

Then you heard laughter. Faint, muffled through the thick wood of the door. A laugh you’d memorized by heart by now.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as the sound carried through the hallway. “Deep breaths,” you muttered under your breath. “Deep breaths, (Y/N).”

You loved him. He loved you.

You forced a smile onto your face, even though it felt tight, unnatural. Reaching over the back of the loveseat, you grabbed the silk robe that had been discarded there earlier—probably yours, forgotten in the middle of the day—and slipped it on loosely as you made your way down the short hallway toward the door.

You didn’t bother peeking through the opaque glass panel beside it.

Instead, you opened the drawer by the entryway, fingers brushing past spare keys until you found the keycard. You pressed it against the sensor, the mechanical beep humming softly before you pushed down on the handle.

The door swung open—and the smell of alcohol hit you almost immediately.

Your nose scrunched instinctively, eyes narrowing at the sight in front of you.

Soobin stood there, looking far too sober for the situation, Beomgyu’s arm slung loosely around his shoulders as he struggled to keep your boyfriend upright. Beomgyu himself was swaying just slightly, cheeks flushed, hair a mess, a lazy grin plastered across his face like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Behind them, Yeonjun leaned against the van, waving sheepishly.

“Sorry, (Y/N)!” Yeonjun called out.

You smiled—but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. Your gaze shifted back to Soobin, one brow lifting slowly.

“…Uh,” Soobin chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “What happened was—”

“What happened now?” you corrected calmly.

Soobin swallowed, then laughed again—smaller this time, nerves creeping into the sound. “Well… we won the music show.”

You just stood there, arms loosely crossed, gaze fixed on him with an expression that was unreadable at best. The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable, settling heavily on Soobin’s shoulders.

He winced.

“…Surprise?” he added, hopeful, voice lifting like he was testing thin ice.

Your eyebrow lifted higher.

“…No?” Soobin tried, already backpedaling. “Okay—yeah, we won, and your boyfriend here—” he shifted his grip as Beomgyu sagged further against him, “—might’ve had a little too much to drink.”

“Hey, baby,” Beomgyu chimed in warmly, voice soft and loose, a grin tugging at his lips like this was all one big joke.

You felt it then—the irritation curling tighter in your chest.

You didn’t look at him. Not even a glance. Your jaw set, fingers tightening slightly against your arm as you kept your eyes on Soobin instead, refusing to acknowledge Beomgyu’s presence until you were ready.

“What else?” you asked flatly.

Soobin straightened immediately. “Well—uh—we drove here. Not us. Obviously. Our manager,” he rushed out. “Because we both know drunk driving is illegal, right? I mean—”

“Yes, Soobin,” you cut in calmly, already stepping forward. “I get it. Thank you. I’ll take him from here.”

Soobin blinked, caught off guard by how composed you sounded. “Are you sure? I mean, I can help you escort him inside—”

You stepped back just enough to make space, expression tight but controlled. “Beomgyu’s just exaggerating.”

“I am,” Beomgyu snickered, trying to straighten. “I can walk. Let go of me.”

Soobin rolled his eyes and pushed Beomgyu’s arm off his shoulder. “Sure you can.”

You hummed softly, the sound more tired than amused. “Thank you for bringing him home alive. At least.”

Beomgyu opened his mouth, clearly about to protest—but one look from you had him snapping it shut. Your gaze cut to him briefly then—sharp, warning, unimpressed.

You turned back to Soobin, your expression easing just enough to be polite. “Thank you, Soobin. Please give Yeonjun my thanks too.”

Soobin nodded, already looking apologetic. “Good luck,” he muttered under his breath before stepping away.

You didn’t wait for goodbyes.

The moment Beomgyu stumbled inside, you stepped aside, hand already gripping the handle. You shut the door behind him with a firm click, locking it without hesitation.

Beomgyu turned toward you, still smiling like he hadn’t just walked straight into trouble.

You rolled your eyes, exhaling slowly through your nose. “Oh,” you muttered quietly, “this is going to be fun.”

You turned to face Beomgyu just as he started walking toward you. And honestly—you were almost impressed.

He was steady on his feet, posture loose but not stumbling, eyes bright in that tipsy, annoyingly charming way he got when he thought he was getting away with something.

Almost.

You didn’t acknowledge him. Not even a glance.

Instead, you turned on your heel and headed straight for the kitchen, bare feet padding against the wooden floor. “Stupid Choi Beomgyu,” you muttered under your breath. “And your stupid empty promises.”

He trailed after you immediately, pout already clear in his tone. “Hey—hey, why are you walking away?”

You moved behind the counter, grabbing the flat spatula from where you’d left it earlier—the one you used to gently pop the macarons off the baking sheet. You slid it under the first shell, careful, precise, like he hadn’t just walked in smelling like soju and bad decisions.

“Baby,” Beomgyu whined, leaning his elbows onto the counter across from you. “I missed you.”

You stayed silent, refusing to look up.

You continued working, sliding the spatula under each colorful macaron, lifting them one by one and setting them neatly aside. Like he wasn’t there. Like his presence wasn’t filling the kitchen, crowding the air, making it harder to breathe.

The smell of alcohol hit you again—stronger now. Soju clinging to him, sharp and unmistakable. His jacket from earlier was gone, probably abandoned somewhere by the door.

Beomgyu tilted his head, studying you. “(Y/N),” he said softly, dragging your name out. “Your boyfriend is home. You know that, right?”

You raised a brow, eyes still fixed on the macarons.

“The last time I checked,” you said sharply, finally looking at him, “I didn’t have a boyfriend who forgot he had a girlfriend waiting at home.”

Beomgyu blinked—once, twice. “…What?”

“No?” you continued, voice tight, controlled. “Does that not ring a bell? Or did the alcohol wipe that out too?”

He straightened slightly, caught off guard. The lazy smile faded, confusion flashing across his face as he processed your tone. His posture shifted—suddenly more aware, more present. The kitchen lights flickered for a brief second, casting his shadow taller against the wall.

You ignored it.

You tugged the robe tighter around yourself with one hand, muttering, “Such a fucking bother,” before carelessly tossing it aside onto the empty counter. You transferred the already-set macarons onto a clean tray laid out in front of you, movements a little sharper now, less patient.

Beomgyu hummed, trying to sound casual. “I did tell you I was going to be late.”

Your grip tightened around the spatula. You physically had to stop yourself from throwing it at him as you inhaled deeply.

“You said late,” you said slowly, every word clipped. “Not drunk, Choi Beomgyu. There’s a difference, you fucking idiot.”

You felt his eyes on you—felt them tracking every movement as you kept your head down, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing your face just yet. The kitchen felt too small, the air thick, heavy with the tension you were barely containing.

You muttered under your breath as you worked, but you didn’t bother lowering your voice. You wanted him to hear.

You sorted through the macarons with rougher movements now, separating the cracked, uneven ones from the perfect shells. The soft clack of them against the tray sounded louder than it should’ve.

“You said we were going to make these together,” you said, voice trembling just slightly. “You said you actually wanted to try.”

You turned, grabbing a plate from the rack, the ceramic clinking sharply as you set it down.

“And instead,” you continued, harsh and bitter, “I look like some lovesick idiot waiting up for her apparently drunk boyfriend to come home from work.”

Your chest tightened.

“Me,” you scoffed. “I’m the stupid idiot.”

“Did I want this life?” you whispered bitterly. “No. I didn’t.”

You moved toward the fridge, stopping just short of the handle. Your hand hovered there, fingers trembling slightly as you stared at it, thoughts racing—about fillings, about ruining them, about whether you even had the energy to finish what you started.

About whether you had the energy for him.

With a sharp exhale, you decided against it.

You yanked the fridge open instead, the cold air hitting your face as you grabbed a can of soda. The chill bit into your palm as you hissed softly, slamming the door shut behind you.

Only then did you turn around.

Beomgyu stood there, expression no longer playful, no longer smug. Just quiet. Watching. His posture had straightened, shoulders tense as he followed you with his eyes while you paced the kitchen, movements sharp, restless.

You gestured vaguely with the can. “You could’ve called me, Beomgyu.”

He shifted then—finally moving—rounding the counter slowly, until he stopped right in front of you. He leaned back against the marble countertop, arms braced behind him like he was settling in, not cornered. Like he wasn’t standing on thin ice.

You squinted at him.

He tilted his head slightly, gaze steady, almost expectant. Like he was urging you to keep going.

That alone made your irritation spike.

You rolled your eyes, setting the soda can down on the counter behind you with a sharp clink. “I’m waiting,” you said flatly. “For you to defend yourself. Do something. Literally anything to protect the remaining good image I have of you in my head.”

Your laugh was short, humorless. “Or are you just going to stand there and stare at me?”

Beomgyu sighed, head tipping back for a second. “What do you want me to say?”

He raised a brow, posture still relaxed—but he still towered over you, presence heavy, unavoidable.

“I’m sorry, okay?” he said, softer now. “Baby, I truly am. I don’t know what to say to you, so I’m here apologizing.”

You stared at him. Then you stepped closer—just one step—closing the space between you as you pointed a finger at his chest.

“Why do you sound like you have no idea what you just did?”

That made him huff, irritation flickering across his face. He pushed off the counter, standing fully upright now, removing any trace of casualness.

“Look, (Y/N),” he said, voice tightening, “I’m trying to apologize. And if you don’t want my apology—”

You ground your teeth together, hands curling into fists at your sides as you cut him off, voice low but shaking with restraint.

“Oh my fucking God, Beomgyu,” you hissed. “I don’t need you to apologize. I need you to own up to your fucking mistakes.”

You took another breath, chest rising sharply.

“Who comes home drunk and acts like he doesn’t have someone waiting for him at home?” you demanded. “Who does that?”

The frown came quick, deepening between Beomgyu’s brows. “That wasn’t my intention,” he said, running a hand down his face. “I was already tired. I was snappy.”

He exhaled, frustration bleeding into his tone. “I just worked twelve hours straight. I had to rerecord half my lines because I kept messing up, and the staff insisted we unwind. I couldn’t exactly say no to that.”

All you heard were excuses.

You rolled your eyes again, the motion sharp enough that Beomgyu noticed.

“You couldn’t have told me?” you shot back.

He scoffed under his breath. “We’re going around in circles.”

You bit back the tears burning at the corners of your eyes, refusing to let them fall. “I don’t even ask for much, Beomgyu,” you said, voice cracking despite yourself. “I just want you to know that you have me to call when you’re going through shit.”

You pressed a hand to your chest, breath unsteady. “I’m here for a damn reason.”

Beomgyu stepped forward abruptly, closing the distance completely. “Maybe I didn’t call you,” he snapped, “because I didn’t want to burden you even more.”

His voice was louder now, sharper. “Is that so hard to understand?”

You took a step back.

The heel of your foot caught against the tile, breath stuttering as your brows furrowed. Your chest felt too tight, like every inhale scraped your lungs raw. You didn’t even lower your voice. Didn’t care if the neighbors heard, if someone knocked tomorrow with a complaint—you were already past the point of embarrassment.

“Yes,” you hissed, jaw clenched, eyes blazing. “Because right now, you’re nothing but a jerk.”

The word left your mouth sharp and ugly, and once it was out, everything else followed.

“For the past weeks,” you continued, hands curling into fists at your sides, nails biting into your palms, “all you’ve been saying is that you want to make it up to me.”

Your laugh was humorless, brittle.

“And yet all you’ve been doing is coming home late—”

Your voice faltered. You turned your head just slightly, swallowing hard as a lump rose in your throat, burning. You hated that your body betrayed you like this.

When you looked back at him, Beomgyu was staring down at you—eyes dark and intense.

It only made the anger surge harder.

“Stop acting like nobody cares about you, goddammit,” you snapped, stepping forward this time, finger twitching like you wanted to point it straight into his chest. “You’re already a hard worker. You don’t need to keep killing yourself to prove your worth to anyone—”

Your chest rose and fell rapidly now, breaths shallow and uneven. The words were tumbling out faster, anger bleeding into hurt you’d been holding back for far too long.

“I feel like I’m being used,” you said, quieter—but it landed heavier than anything you’d shouted.

Beomgyu’s shoulders stiffened. His jaw tightened.

“You come home drunk,” you went on, voice shaking, eyes stinging, “to a clean house and a cold dinner because you never bother showing up anymore.”

Your hands clenched again, knuckles white. “I wait,” you snapped. “I wait, and I wait, and I tell myself you’re just busy—”

Your voice cracked, and that was what finally pushed you over the edge.

“All you do is come home to get fucked,” you spat, the words ugly and raw as they tore out of you. “And it’s fucking pissing me off.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

It slammed into the room, thick and suffocating. The hum of the fridge suddenly sounded too loud. Your ears rang.

Beomgyu’s eyes widened—just for a split second—before his expression hardened completely. His mouth pressed into a thin line as he straightened to his full height, towering over you without even trying.

“I come home to get fucked?” he repeated slowly, disbelief dripping from every syllable.

He scoffed, running a hand through his hair, fingers curling at the roots like he was holding himself back.

“Do you even hear yourself right now?” he shot back, voice tight, offended—hurt in a way that made your stomach twist painfully.

He stepped closer again, closing the already minimal space between you. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension thick enough to choke on.

“You think that’s all this is?” he demanded, eyes flashing. “You think I come home just to—what—use you?”

He laughed, short and bitter, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “That’s what you think of me?” he said, quieter now—but somehow sharper. “After everything?”

You sneer up at him, anger coming off you in waves as you tilt your head in mockery. “Yes,” you spit, the word sharp and jagged. “Because you’ve been treating your own girlfriend like shit for the past months, and I’m fucking tired of it, Choi Beomgyu.”

His name hangs in the air, a final, damning blow. For a split second, his face is a mask of pure shock, the flashing anger in his eyes extinguished by a sudden, cold dawning.

Then, a sound rips from his throat—a laugh, but it’s completely devoid of humor. It’s bitter, dry, and utterly chilling. He leans down, not close enough to make you stumble back, but just enough to invade your space, to make you feel trapped.

A slow, predatory smile engulfs his face, twisting his handsome features into something menacing. “Or,” he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, “is that what you need, you fucking brat?”

You blink, the sudden shift in the atmosphere catching you completely off guard. “What the fuck are you talking about?” you demand, your voice losing some of its fire in your confusion.

He sneers down at you, the expression a perfect, cruel mirror of your own from moments before. He tried to be understanding, he really did. The thought is a bitter pill in his own mind, a justification he’s been chewing on for weeks.

Because despite him coming home late and drunk, he surprised you the next day with your favorite flowers. His gaze flicks towards the living room, and he watches your eyes follow his, seeing the bouquet on the coffee table as if for the first time.

And he was pretty sure the ones he got you three days ago were sitting snugly in one of the glass vases inside your shared bedroom. He watches the shame creep up your neck, the faint blush that betrays your anger, and a cold satisfaction settles in his gut.

Just last week, he got you that bag you were eyeing when he and Taehyun stopped by Dior. And he was pretty sure that was on top of your vanity mirror a few days ago.

He takes another step, crowding you against the wall, and he feels the faint tremor that runs through your body. You weren’t mad at him for being late and drunk. Well, a little, maybe, he concedes internally, a dark part of him reveling in your conflict. But you needed somebody to put you back in your place.

He’s so close now he can see the flecks of brown in your dark eyes, can smell the faint, sharp scent of whiskey mixed with the sweet vanilla of your perfume.

And a little fucking discipline is what Beomgyu’s good at. A cruel smirk plays on his lips. Or really, memorizing your body more than you do.

He leans down, his lips brushing against yours in a ghost of a touch that’s more of a threat than a kiss. He mockingly smiles, his mouth hovering just over yours.

“What?” he purrs, the vibration of his voice sending a jolt straight through you. “Now you’re shutting up? Weren’t you berating me just now?” He pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression one of smug, triumphant amusement. “Cat got your tongue?”

You could feel your ears ringing as the heat on your face beat at you, a traitorous blush that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with his suffocating presence.

You stutter out a response, the words catching in your throat. “Th-this is what I mean when you act all high and mighty—”

But Beomgyu was quick to shut you up. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping firmly around your jaw, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh of your cheek.

His other arm snaked around your waist, yanking you flush against him until there was no space left, not even for air. A shit-eating grin spread across his face as he leaned in, pressing a singular, infuriatingly soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Let fucking go of me,” you muttered, your voice muffled by his hold. “You’re drunk, Beomgyu.”

He pouts, the mocking expression never leaving his face as he says, “What happened to calling me ‘baby,’ huh?” He leans closer, and you flinch at the strong smell of soju in every breath he takes, the sharp, alcoholic fumes mixing with the faint sweetness of the yogurt they probably mixed it with.

He whispers, his voice a low, conspiratorial taunt, “I may be drunk, but I’m never too drunk to know if my girl misses me being inside her.”

You open your mouth to protest, a fresh wave of indignation rising, only for him to press his mouth against yours. The taste of soju, sharp and acidic, mixed with the faint, creamy tang of yogurt, overtook your senses as Beomgyu kissed you, deeply.

It wasn’t a kiss of passion but of punishment, his lips moving against yours with a bruising force. You tried to push him away, your hands flattening against his firm chest, but he was an immovable wall.

Just as you were about to give in, he let go, pulling back with a wet sound. He pressed a chaste, almost gentle kiss to your forehead, a stark contrast to the assault on your lips.

He smiles down at you, his eyes dark and glinting. “There, all better now?”

You sneer at him, the furious flush on your cheeks betraying the venom in your expression. “I’m not kissing and fucking you when you’re drunk, Beomgyu. Get your hands off of me.”

He hums, a low, thoughtful sound that vibrates through his chest and into yours. “I don’t think so.” His grip on your waist tightens. “You’ve been nothing but a whiny brat the moment I got home.”

You try to step back, but he only pulls you closer, making your frown deepen into a look of pure, unadulterated anger. “For the hundredth fucking time,” you seethe, “this is what I mean! All you do is come home and expect me to be ready and have my legs spread for you—”

Only for him to pull you closer by your face, your cheeks squishing in his hold. He looks down at you with a single, unimpressed raised brow.

“Excuse me?” he says, his voice dripping with condescending sweetness. “Did I say you could stop kissing me and start talking? Because I don’t recall giving you that option.”

He was quick to spin you around, so your front was pressed against the cold marble of the counter. The sudden shock of the chilled surface against your bare skin made you yelp, a sharp, indignant sound that was swallowed by the cavernous kitchen.

Beomgyu’s hands clamped down on your waist, his grip like iron, keeping you pinned in place as you squirmed.

“Choi Beomgyu, let me go this instant!” you huffed, trying to push yourself up, but his body weight was an unmovable force behind you.

He simply chuckled, a low, dark sound that vibrated through his chest and into your back. In one fluid motion, he gathered both of your wrists and held them firmly behind you with one of his large hands, rendering you helpless.

He leaned forward, the heat of his breath fanning over the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold counter. “I don’t think you deserve to be listened to right now, baby,” he murmured, his voice a silken threat.

Beomgyu hummed, his lips brushing against your earlobe. “Because you wouldn’t let me apologize, no?”

You opened your mouth to retort, to tell him exactly where he could shove his half-assed apology, but he chose that exact moment to tug at the waistband, letting the elastic snap back against your skin with a sharp sting. You squeaked, the sound pathetic and utterly betraying your defiant posture.

A smirk was evident in his voice as he said, “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already acting like a bitch in heat.”

You groaned in pure, unadulterated annoyance, your cheek pressed against the unforgiving marble. “I didn’t even ask for this, you asshole!”

Beomgyu raised a brow, a gesture you couldn’t see but could feel in the shift of his weight. His hand abandoned your waistband, traveling with agonizing slowness to cup your clothed pussy.

You instinctively tried to keep his hand away by shutting your legs together, clamping your thighs tight, but that only fueled him.

The pressure of his palm was a constant, maddening presence as his fingers began to trace the seam of your shorts, following the lines of your folds through the fabric with a precision that made your breath hitch.

He clicked his tongue, a sound of condescending disappointment. “Oh really?” he drawled, his voice thick with sarcasm.

“Your body seems to be telling a very different story. It’s practically begging for it, isn’t it? All this resistance… it’s just for show, isn’t it, baby? You love this.”

You tried to push yourself away, but the movement was clumsy and desperate. It only served to arch your back, pressing your ass more firmly against the hard line of his cock straining against his jeans.

Beomgyu released a sound that was a mix of intrigue and approval, a low, satisfied hum that vibrated through you.

“See what I mean?” he murmured, his lips ghosting over the nape of your neck. “For being such a whore for me?”

The crude word made you gasp, a sharp intake of air that was cut short as he suddenly hooked his thumbs into your shorts and yanked them down. They didn’t fall to the floor, instead bunching up around your mid-thighs, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. The cool air of the kitchen kissed your heated skin.

“This is what I mean!” you cried out, your voice trembling with a mixture of rage and unwanted arousal. “You only see me as some sort of fucktoy and not as your girlf—”

Before you could even finish the word, Beomgyu’s hands were on you, cupping the soft flesh of your ass. His fingers were cold, a stark contrast to the heat blooming under your skin, and the sensation made you flinch. He traced the curve of your ass, his touch possessive.

“And I need you to stop talking,” he commanded, his voice losing its playful edge and hardening with authority.

He leaned closer, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the skin of your exposed shoulder. He wasn’t gentle; he sucked and nipped, leaving a trail of dark, possessive hickies in his wake.

You tried to hold back the moans that were threatening to spill from your lips, pressing them into a thin, defiant line, but the pleasure was a potent drug.

Beomgyu hummed against your skin, the sound a deep rumble. “Still not gonna say anything?” he teased. As if to answer his own question, his fingers found your slick folds, caressing the heated, sensitive skin with an expertise that made your knees weak.

He chuckled, the sound dark and triumphant. “Bold of you to push me away while you’re this wet for me.”

You hissed out a strangled, “F-fuck you.”

A teasingly cruel smile spread across his face. “That’s what I’m trying to do here, baby,” he whispered, and slowly, he let one finger sink into you. You moaned aloud at the intrusion, the sound raw and unrestrained.

“Now shut up and let me talk,” he said, his voice deceptively calm as he suddenly pushed a second finger in, stretching you. You instinctively leaned forward, your elbows hitting the cold marble of the counter for support as your body trembled.

“You’re accusing me of being a bad boyfriend,” he stated, curling his fingers just right, stroking that sensitive spot inside you that made you see stars. You moaned out a broken, “Ngh—you are!”

Beomgyu clicked his tongue, a sound of sharp disapproval. He removed his hold on your wrists, letting you support yourself, but your freedom was short-lived.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back and pulling you flush against his chest. You whined at the sharp, pleasurable pain of the pull.

He snarled against your ear, “I’m such a bad boyfriend that I’m fingering you right now, huh?” He began to pump his fingers in and out of you in a relentless, punishing rhythm that made you shudder and clench around him.

“I’m such a bad boyfriend for letting you wait up on me while I’m stuck in the studio, making money to keep a roof over our heads,” he continued, his voice dripping with venom. “And a pretty damn big one at that.”

He scissored his fingers inside you, stretching you wider, making you moan out in pure, unadulterated pleasure. “Ah, fuck,” you cried out, the fight completely draining out of you, replaced by the overwhelming need for release.

The sound of your surrender seemed to be the only thing he’d been waiting for.

Beomgyu’s grip on your hair loosened, but only so his hand could slide down to grip your jaw, turning your head just enough to capture your mouth in a bruising, possessive kiss. It was all teeth and tongue—claiming you, swallowing your moans as his fingers continued their relentless assault between your legs.

“Look at you,” he rasped against your lips, his voice thick with lust and a dark satisfaction. “All that fight… and it all melts away the second I touch you. You’re so easy, baby. So fucking easy for me.”

His words were meant to humiliate, but they only stoked the fire building in your core. He was right. You hated that he was right. With a final, deliberate curl of his fingers against that sensitive spot, the coil in your stomach snapped.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice a low, triumphant rumble against your ear. “I can practically feel you squeezing my fingers. Lie to me again, baby. Tell me you don’t want this when you’re cumming all over my fingers.”

Your orgasm crashed over you with the force of a tidal wave, a silent scream tearing from your throat as your body convulsed, your inner walls clamping down around his fingers.

Your vision went white, and for a moment, the only things that existed were the cold marble beneath your hands and the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through you.

He didn’t stop, drawing out your climax until you were a trembling, whimpering mess, completely boneless against the counter.

Only then did he slowly withdraw his fingers, leaving you feeling achingly empty. He brought them to his lips, his eyes locked on yours as he cleaned your arousal from them with a slow swipe of his tongue.

“See?” he murmured, his voice a low, triumphant purr. “I’m not such a bad boyfriend after all, am I? I always give you what you need.”

Beomgyu’s grip on your hair tightened suddenly, yanking harder until your scalp burned with the sharp pull, forcing your back to arch sharply against his chest.

The cool air hit your exposed skin, contrasting the heat radiating from his body as he molded himself to you, his free hand sliding possessively over your hip. You gasped, the lingering waves of your orgasm making every sensation feel amplified, your body still quivering uncontrollably.

“Now,” he drawled, his voice twisting back into that sickeningly sweet condescension, like honey laced with venom, “are you ready to listen to my apology?”

He held you there, waiting, his breath hot against your ear.

But all that escaped your lips were small, ragged pants as you struggled to catch your breath, your chest heaving, mind foggy from the intensity. The words wouldn’t form—couldn’t form—your throat tight and raw from the cries you’d already let out.

Beomgyu cooed mockingly, the sound dripping with false sympathy. “Aww, what’s the matter, sweetheart? Did I just fuck the fight right out of you?”

His free hand moved with slowness, fingers deftly popping the button of his jeans. The zipper rasped down, and he shoved the fabric along with his boxers past his hips in one fluid motion, freeing his throbbing cock. It sprang heavy and hot against your ass, the length of it pressing insistently as he moved closer.

He leaned in, lips brushing feather-light kisses along the side of your neck, trailing up to your jaw. Each press of his mouth sent shivers racing down your spine, a mix of tenderness and control that made your knees weaken further.

“I can take any insult you throw at me, (Y/N),” he whispered, his tone laced with that condescending edge, deliberately omitting the sweet nicknames he usually peppered in—like ‘baby’ or ‘darling’—the absence hitting you like a chill, making your body shiver involuntarily against him.

“But calling me a bad boyfriend? Accusing me of just using you for this tight little body?” He chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. “That’s just absurd.”

The leaking tip of his aching cock nudged against your dripping folds, slick with your release, rubbing teasingly along the sensitive slit. You whimpered at the contact, hips twitching forward instinctively, but he held you firm with that iron grip in your hair.

A hiss escaped his lips as he coated himself in your wetness, the heat of him making your core clench around nothing. “Don’t fucking say words you don’t mean,” he growled, voice roughening with restrained hunger.

“Might I remind you who was there for me when I was still worth nothing?”

Your response dissolved into a deep, throaty moan the instant the swollen head of his cock breached your entrance, stretching your aching walls as it pushed past your folds and sank into your cunt.

The burn of the intrusion mixed with the fullness you craved, your body yielding to him despite the emotional storm raging inside.

“Who takes care of me when I’m sick and can’t even talk shit, huh?” He pushed in another inch, deliberate and slow, savoring the way your inner muscles fluttered around him.

The added pressure drew a sharp moan from you—“Beomgyu—!”—your voice breaking on his name, hands scrabbling against the marble for purchase.

He hummed in response, a smug vibration rumbling from his throat as he nuzzled into your neck, teeth grazing your skin. “Hmm? Or who talked to my mom for hours on end, just because you wanted to keep me well-fed and happy on my birthdays?”

Without warning, he surged forward, slamming the rest of his length deep inside you in one brutal thrust. Every thick vein and rigid ridge dragged against your sensitive walls, seating him perfectly, filling you to the hilt until you felt him in your gut.

A broken “Hah—fuck!” tore from your throat, followed by a choked moan as tears pricked at your eyes from the overwhelming stretch.

Your body arched further under his hold, pussy clenching greedily around his cock, milking him as if begging for more despite the ache.

Beomgyu tugged your hair just the slightest bit more, tilting your head back so he could whisper directly into your ear, his hips grinding in a slow circle to emphasize his point.

“Not gonna fight back?” He smirked to himself when all he heard in return were your small moans and whimpers, no trace of the earlier defiance.

“Mhmm, because you know I’m right,” he purred, voice smug as he began to move—shallow thrusts at first, each one pulling a fresh gasp from your lips.

His hand on your hip dug in, bruising fingers guiding your body to meet him, while the one in your hair kept you arched and exposed, utterly at his mercy.

A low chuckle rumbled from Beomgyu’s chest, vibrating against your ear as his lips ghosted over the sensitive shell. His fingers twisted tighter in your strands, the pull sending fresh sparks of pain-laced pleasure shooting down your spine, keeping you locked in that vulnerable bow.

He peppered open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of your neck, teeth nipping at the tender skin just enough to mark without breaking, his breath hot and ragged as he maintained his relentless rhythm.

Each thrust into your soaked pussy was powerful—like he hadn’t downed at least twenty shots of soju alone earlier that night—his hips snapping forward with a force that jolted your entire body against the counter’s edge, the marble biting into your palms.

“You really are such a funny girl, baby,” he hissed through clenched teeth, the words laced with that mocking affection as his cock dragged deep inside you, stretching your walls with every plunge.

The slick sounds of skin slapping skin filled the kitchen, mingling with your shared gasps, the air thick with the musky scent of sex and spilled alcohol from the nearby bottles.

“Makes me want to knock you up—fill this greedy cunt until you’re leaking me for days.”

The crude promise twisted something deep in your core, heat flooding your veins as his tip battered against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

“Gyu—fuck, right there!” you moaned, the plea spilling out unbidden, your voice hoarse and desperate, body betraying any lingering resistance as you pushed back to meet him.

He obliged without mercy, his pace quickening into a brutal one, hips pistoning faster as sweat beaded on his brow, dripping onto your shoulder. The friction built an inferno inside you, his thick shaft splitting you open with each drive, veins pulsing against your clenching heat.

Beomgyu hummed approvingly, the sound vibrating through his teeth as he latched onto your neck again, sucking a fresh bruise into the flesh. “Or maybe you are right, you know,” he murmured against your skin, voice dropping to a taunting drawl between grunts.

“All talk until you get dicked down. Maybe deep inside, you do know you’re just a little slut for me, aren’t you?”

Your response came as a breathless moan, hand flying to his arm where his fingers clamped like a vice around your waist, nails digging into his skin in a futile bid for leverage. The pressure coiled tighter in your belly, a familiar ache blooming hot and insistent as his words sank in, stoking the fire.

“Fuck—yes—” you cried out, the admission fracturing into a whine, your thighs trembling as you teetered on the edge, every nerve alight with the building ecstasy.

Beomgyu hummed again, a satisfied rumble as he bit down on your neck, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make you arch further, the sharp sting blending seamlessly with the pleasure radiating from your core.

His grip on your hair eased just a fraction, loosening enough to let you crane your head to the side even more, offering him better access to your throat without the burn crossing into true pain.

The shift allowed a sliver of relief, your neck muscles sighing in gratitude even as he continued to pound into you, his balls slapping rhythmically against your clit with each forceful entry.

“Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he muttered, voice strained and wrecked, his forehead dropping to rest heavily against your shoulder.

The warmth of his skin seeped into yours, his breaths coming in sharp bursts as he felt your walls flutter erratically around his length. “Are you close?”

You tried to nod, the tug on your hair limiting the motion to a jerky tilt, but the affirmation dissolved into another moan, high and keening, as his cock hit that devastating angle again.

The coil in your stomach wound unbearably tight, threatening to snap at any second, your vision blurring at the edges with the intensity.

Beomgyu hissed through his teeth, his thrusts growing erratic, hips stuttering as he chased his own release.

“Cum with me,” he commanded, the words a rough growl against your skin, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple sharply, twisting just enough to shove you over.

As if on command, your body obeyed, spasming wildly around his cock in a vice-like grip. Waves of pleasure crashed through you, your pussy gushing hot juices that flowed down his length, soaking his thighs and dripping onto the floor below.

The orgasm ripped a scream from your throat, muffled only by the way your face pressed into your arm, every muscle seizing as ecstasy pulsed through your veins. Beomgyu followed seconds later, a guttural groan tearing from him as he buried himself to the hilt one final time.

Thick ropes of cum painted the inside of your walls white and hot, flooding your depths until you felt deliciously full, the warmth spreading like liquid fire. He shuddered against you, cock twitching with aftershocks as he emptied himself completely, marking you from the inside out.

With a gentle push, he guided your head forward, releasing the last of his hold on your hair so you could support yourself fully on your arms against the cool marble.

Your elbows buckled slightly under the weight, but you managed, pants escaping in heavy waves as your chest heaved, lungs burning from the exertion. The counter’s chill seeped into your flushed skin, grounding you as the high ebbed, leaving you boneless and spent.

Beomgyu’s hand finally loosened completely from your hair, both palms now gripping your hips in a softer hold, thumbs stroking soothing circles over the bruises he’d left.

He panted against your back, his own breaths ragged and uneven, sweat-slicked chest rising and falling in time with yours. “Fuck, baby, you did so well,” he rasped, voice thick with lingering lust and a hint of genuine awe, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder blade.

Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled out, the wet slide of his softening cock leaving you achingly empty once more.

He watched, transfixed, as your mixed juices spilled out from your abused pussy with ease—creamy white strands of his cum mingling with your clear arousal, trickling down your inner thighs in obscene rivulets.

The sight drew a low hum of approval from him, his fingers tracing lightly over the mess, smearing it further before he caught himself.

He leaned over you then, his body draping warmly as one arm wrapped around your waist to steady you, lips brushing your temple. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, the words tumbling out in a soft, exhausted whisper, guilt flickering through the post-orgasm haze as reality crept back in.

Beomgyu grinned from ear to ear, the expression quickly masking the soft contentment in his eyes with his usual shit-eating smirk, all cocky charm and zero remorse.

“I know,” he said simply, the two words dripping with smug satisfaction as he nuzzled into your hair, inhaling your scent like it was his favorite drug.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, a weak huff escaping despite the way your body still hummed from him, too drained to muster real irritation. The audacity of him—turning your apology into his victory lap—made your lips twitch, even as affection warmed your chest.

Shifting slightly, Beomgyu reached past you to the drawer beside the sink, pulling out a clean towel with efficient movements. He unfolded it gently, kneeling a bit to carefully wipe over the wetness dripping down your thighs, the soft fabric absorbing the evidence of your union with tender strokes.

You hissed at the initial contact, oversensitive nerves firing in protest, your legs twitching involuntarily.

“Sorry, baby,” he murmured sheepishly, his smile turning boyish and apologetic as he lightened his touch, focusing on cleaning you up without causing more discomfort.

His free hand rubbed slow, soothing patterns on your lower back, easing the lingering tremors in your muscles. He stood up, his movements fluid as he pulled his own boxers up to hide his softening cock.

Then, with surprising gentleness, he tugged your shorts back up over your hips, the fabric feeling soft and familiar against your sensitive skin. He pressed a trail of soft kisses along your shoulder, a stark contrast to the possessive marks he’d left there just moments before.

“I’m gonna clean you up properly once we get to bed, okay?” he whispered, his voice warm and sincere.

You only grumbled in response, a small pout forming on your lips as you buried your face in your arms. “Gyu… the macarons…”

Beomgyu blinked at you, his expression shifting from apologetic to one of pure, incredulous disbelief. He slowly turned you around to face him, his hands resting on your hips as he stared down at you.

“I literally just fucked you stupid against the kitchen counter,” he said, his voice flat with astonishment. “And you’re worrying about some stupid macarons?”

You huffed, pushing his chest lightly. “You’re the one who wanted them!”

The sheer absurdity of it all broke the tension, and he laughed, a soft, genuine sound that made your heart flutter despite your annoyance. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ll clean that up, and then we can finish them up tomorrow, okay?”

You tilted your head slightly, still pouting as you mumbled, “But you have a shoot tomorrow…”

Beomgyu just shrugged, placing a hand on your lower back as he urged you softly to get out of the kitchen, guiding you along with him. “I took the week off.”

You blinked up at him, truly surprised this time. “What—”

He pinched your nose lightly, making you squint your eyes at him in scrutiny. “That’s what I was about to say, until you closed the door on me and started nagging at me the second I walked in.”

You rolled your eyes, letting him guide you towards the stairs. “Who comes home drunk and uttering absolute nonsense—”

He placed a finger over your lips, effectively silencing your rant. “We’re already past this, baby. Now come on and let me pamper you.”

You grumbled in reluctant agreement, making him smile as he guided you up the stairs, his arm a warm presence around your waist.

It was a really good idea, he thought, that he’d gone ring shopping before getting wasted with the rest of the members.

Otherwise, you’d probably kill him for proposing with a Ring Pop instead of the four-carat diamond he had tucked away in the pocket of his jacket, which was currently thrown haphazardly on the kitchen floor.

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The bar was dark enough to keep the bruised necks and wrists of the occasional lost traveler hidden. Spots of blood dripped onto crisp white shirts scenting the air in coppery sweetness. It was a sickening smell to those who didn't need to feed, the alcohol keeping the rest of the occupants held over enough to ignore the twinge. 

You didn't come to places like this often, the back room filled with half-drunk vampires and humans, desperately grasping at each other as they took from one another. Even the drinks didn't call to you, not when he wasn't standing there behind the bar passing them to you, constantly working his eyes up your body like a desperate plea to have even a taste. He hadn't been turned then, not when you first met. The pull towards you always accounted for the fact you were tainted with blood lust. A moth to a flame, he felt that pull, your hunger enough to send him right into the fire without even glancing at him. 

It wasn't often that a human found themselves offering their bodies up to vampires. Most of them felt the hair rise on the back of their necks, the prickling of fear telling them that whoever was standing just round the corner was a wolf in perfectly tailored sheeps clothing, how tight that human look held onto you after your change. The uncanny glow seeping that poisonous warning off in waves, a trap waiting for the truly reckless to trip. 

The ones who wandered closer instead of away always found themselves in the back of bars like this, bruised and hazy eyed laying in beds done up in silk and candlelight. Beomgyu, although working behind the bar for years knew never to offer himself up to the ones who sunk his stomach, that warning to run ringing in his ears as he slid a drink across the hardwood. But you, the second the door had pushed open and your skin washed in that low down glow, tripped him up; your waiting trap snapping shut around him like a rib cage around fluttering lungs. Even the echo of fading hoof beats on stone sounded so close to the beating of his heart that he couldn't tell the difference between flight and flush. 

But that had been years ago, so many that you couldn't even remember the shade of his irises. You remember they were brown, staring up at ceilings casing empty houses trying and failing to conger up the image. Well over a century's worth of time to hate yourself for forgetting the one thing that drew you in at first glance. But it wasn't as if you didn't try to work your way through the fading memories of him, all flickering by like the passing pages of a notebook you forgot you wrote and held so dearly. All you could see was that empty bed, the sugary taste of his blood still on your tongue, your breast still tender from where he bit you over your heart, so hard the soft outline of his teeth, like a stain you desperately wanted to rid yourself of. 

You had come here, back to this bar only three times after he had left to check in. That night with tears in your eyes, heart crumbling, the second taehyun had confessed that beomgyu was gone, packed up with only a shrugged goodbye. “He said he doesn't know when he will be back,” 

You had waited ten years to return the next time, so little time when you counted decades like snowflakes, not the glass shattering hail you assumed beomgyu would have still thought of as a recently turned fledgling. But no one had seen him, heard from him, hardly even thought of him. But he plagued you, ran around your head until you could taste the blood coming from overworked joints. 

The third time was no better, not when you entered and Taehyun shook his head, apologizing for a friend he wouldn't recognize anymore. 

You had given up, moved away, and swore to never think about beomgyu and his puppy stare. That follow you everywhere look that seeped into your bones and begged you to never turn away from him. Only now you were back, sitting in the far corner you fell in love, sinking into the leather seat wishing you could have that first glance back. 

Taehyun felt pity when he saw you, knew that you had been locked away in some house countries away, only sending in orders for blood long since cold. He poured you a glass, the same drink you asked for with tears in your eyes that first night back alone, chugging so many of them back he's sure your blood tasted of fire, too sour, burning all the way down one's throat. 

“Thank you,” neither of you wanted to bring Beomgyu up but he was the first thing on both of your minds. 

“He hasn't-” 

“I don't care,” you tossed back your drink, the ripples of mixed in blood making your fangs tingle, ready to push through soft gums and piece flesh not yet provided. It's why you came. Tired of the empty flavored pints of blood brought to you by Soobin and his sorry eyes. You hadn't put your mouth on anyone since that night, not even when it felt as if you had been scooped out with a spoon, carved open, and laid bare from hunger. If it wasn't him you would have nobody. 

But that declaration was a century ago, so many cold cups later it was tiring to swallow another. “I want a girl, preferably quiet, business only,” Taehyun nodded to your order, already knowing the best pick. 

“Room 615, she can be brought back in about thirty minutes,” there was no room for judgment, not after the years of working behind this counter, sneaking into those beds just like everyone else had. But he knew what it took from someone who hated to drink from a vein, it's why they had the services, those who couldn't go out and find someone or someones to keep up a constant full belly. 

But human blood wasn't the same as drinking from a vampire, humans went out too quickly, blinking back their faintness, never able to take more than a few deep pulls before they were at capacity. Feeding from vampires was anything but a rush, that first mouthful was a wash of exhilaration. It made one dependent on each other, one taste and it was never the same. Taehyun could tell Beomgyu and you drank from each other. Could see it in the years after, the way you turned your nose up even at the bitter drink in your glass. 

You would never feel full again unless you had him back. 

Thirty minutes was enough time to go home and call soobin for a late night order. But your hunger was clawing up your throat, nails on a chalkboard begging for anything else. Having the time to think, sitting here, filled your mouth with the memory of him. Not just the taste of his blood but the faint drum of his turned heartbeat. You still remember the sound his human heart made. The way it pattered at the sight of you, that irregular beat speeding up every time you sat down in front of him, entered through the cherrywood door. 

How even after you had turned him his heart still acted as if it was tied to your presence, fluttering weakly even if it was all it could muster. 

It was that sound that made you turn, conjured up from memory only now to show up right behind you. Taehyun was frozen, face pale at the sight of his lost friend. He had only seen him once or twice after he had been turned but now he was no half human fledgling. 

Beomgyu and you were caught in a web of your own disastrous weaving, stuck in place witnessing the crumbling of love because seeing him only settled the grievances you held into stone.

He wasn't hollow like you were, empty from the time left alone, the bloodlust having fully settled over his skin making him shine in that uncanny beauty. Everything about his gentle human features has been frozen in place, the warmth in his brown eyes only enhanced in the light. How sickening to have to now face the reality of what you had done to him, what he must have run from once he realized he couldn't truly love the monster who infected him. 

It wasn't the butterflies of newfound love but sickening maggots wriggling in your stomach. You stumbled as you stood, not even worrying about the key taehyun had left for you next to your drink, not even a meal could keep you from running as far as you could. 

It had been too long for him to come back when you had given up on trying to wait for him. How many nights had been spent waiting for this exact moment? Only now for you to run away. How cruel fate could be. 

He was calling your name, that twinge of hurt mixed in with something close to pity, every syllable weaved through with the words, no, don't do this, don't make me feel sorry. Even his voice made you waver, the back and forth shake of your head confusing you as you walked down the wrong hallway. 

Even through the doors, you could smell the blood from the occupants behind them, like overripe fruit left to sit on the counter, nothing smelled the same after one drop from him. And now with Beomgyu right behind you, weak heartbeat still mimicking that first sight, it was impossible not to pinpoint the smell of him. Wrapping around you like fog; a haze you tried desperately to claw your way out of but you knew it was no use. You had never felt so hungry until then, carved clean through with the need. 

“Please, let me explain,” he tried, grasping at straws. He didn't intend to see you first, only planned on catching up with Taehyun and apologizing for leaving him behind without answers. Save this conversation for when he built up the courage. “Please,” 

His fingertips only brushed your arm, the shock of it going right down to your toes. It was instinct to turn and slap his hand away, and even in your exasperated exhale, that first acknowledgment was enough to make Beomgyu weak again, as if he had ever been anything but when attached to you. “What is there to explain? You left, you left me there, alone in our bed,” 

“I-” The words were stuck in his mouth, hanging right at the edge of his tongue and yet all that came up was a frustrated laugh, “well did you miss me?” even just hearing his own words he could tell you would fume. 

“Did I mi- you left me! You fucking left me, if anything now I just hate you,” 

It was so easy to fall back into it with you, as if you had woken up alone a few days ago not centuries, “look what you did to me. What I've become, don't act as if you're so innocent in this, don't blame me for decisions we both made,” 

The words felt like a slap in the face. That night you had turned him so clear in your mind, the way he had begged, the way he had burned. It was one of the hardest things you had ever done, most vampires went their whole lifetime without infecting anyone because of how hard it was to complete and yet you had. 

“I turned you after you asked me. Do you know how much it takes? And then like some love-sick fool, I drank from you and every day I think about how stupid I was to believe you would stay. After I left behind everything I knew just so that I could have some human boy stay with me. How pathetic,” the last word was thick, sticking to your throat and pulling your tears forward. “You should go back to wherever you ran away to, climb into some feeders bed to keep warm for all I care,” 

You turned, ready to close the door on a life you wished you had. The one you begged for after nights spent alone clinging to the sheets that still smelled of him. But Beomgyu wouldn't have it, his grip tight on your wrist as he pulled you back, “It was never about changing me, I left because I wanted to know if it was real- that intensity was so…consuming, I was scared and so I ran. I ran and I looked for some way to replicate it because I'm a fucking fool who can't see right in front of himself. You made me addicted to you, I begged you to do this to me and yet I ran. Im sorry,” 

“You can say that but you stayed away so long I'm sure you found some poor soul to swallow down by the mouthful,” he could feel your resentment coiling around him, snapping back at his desperate attempt to explain. Because there was no way for him to get the words out, even after running them around his head for the years he had lost all because of his own fear. 

That night was stuck right behind his eyelids, replaying over and over. Your body pressed to his, soundlessly sleeping as he looked up at your shared canopy bed. Your blood was still singing through his body, staining his perception of life before you. He didn't know he could be so utterly infected by someone so much so that it colored his sky differently. Your soft breathing was enough to tear him apart, he wanted countless nights spent exactly like that one, just watching you, listening to you sleep. And it scared him. He thought humans had been over-emotional, feeling things as they came, wallowing in them because they had little time to let it spread out. But he was wrong, he hadn't known how full the world felt, how full he was after one drop of love from you. And now he was empty, starved clean from his own doing. “I was ashamed,” 

The confession was so quiet matching your question, “And now?” 

Beomgyu looked up from under his lashes, he was close enough now that your scent was suffocating him, begging him to give in and just sink his teeth right over your heart. Find the same place they had last been because no one had been able to tempt him to even pull his fangs down, not since you. “And now I'm starving,” 

Even just the word from his mouth made your fangs ache. You had been getting by on so little for so long. He was the only thing your body needed and you knew he must feel the same. Your mouth was filled with saliva, that venom that numbed prey or set them ablaze. You tried to swallow but you could already taste him, the movement of your throat making his eyes zero in on your pulse. You were no better watching his adam’s apple bob, connecting the dots on long since gone trails of hickeys you’d left before. 

Neither of you knew who moved first, moaning against lips you were sure you’d never kiss again. His sweet venom singing on your tongue. His hands were heavy on your body, pulling you closer as he pushed you against the hallway wall. He wanted to melt into you, his desperation crawling up his skin, hips keeping you in place. 

You chuckled into his mouth, the sound rattling in the back of his throat like a prayer he wanted to keep to himself. “You always did get hard from kissing,” his whimper in response is followed by the grind of his bulge against you. How fast his body reacted to your touch didn’t change when he did. 

His heart was picking up speed, your fingers running through his hair, the groves of your fingertips slotting back into place amongst the strands. Beomgyu’s fangs were already elongating, nipping your bottom lip. He had always felt so good about his self-control, accounting those early days of overfeeding on you for the simple fact of being so recently changed, he should have known you were the variable that cracked the hold he had on himself. It was only worse now that he'd nicked you enough to mix blood into the kiss, his throaty moan rumbling against your body, sinking into your soul. 

You're both stumbling to find a room, twisting knobs until you find an empty one. The silk bed envelops the both of you as you fall into it, peeling off layers of clothes. Beomgyu can smell your sweet arousal between your legs the second he's pushed them apart to kneel between. 

“Now look at this,” you can feel the pad of his thumb running over the bite mark scars he's left on your inner thigh, his grin wicked enough to make your knees twitch. “I wonder if your pretty cunt will remember me as well as your skin has,” 

“You're impossible to forget,” and when you expected him to bite you, following the pattern of his usual ravishing but he skipped it, shocking you with his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking deeply. 

His mouth is on a direct line to your spine, your back arching off the bed. His tongue is hot on you, tracing the lines of your folds, and moaning into your slick. He missed these desperate whines you let slip, the perfect backtrack to the messy slurping sounds he's started. You hadn't even realized how much you had missed his mouth, your fingers twisting into his hair the second he brushed a fang against your swollen bud. He loved to tease but it had been too long since you felt your orgasm rise so fast. 

Beomgyu was eating you like he missed your pussy, your stomach tightening, hips sinking into the sheets. It only takes a few more precise sucks with his puffy lips before your toes are curling, eyes rolling back as you cum for him. His chuckle vibrates against you before he pulls away, chin shining with your wetness. “I missed the taste of you,” 

He hasn't even tried to find someone else to take care of his needs, not when he knew no other cunt could compare to the way yours perfectly molded to him, sucking him in to the hilt. The memory alone is what had him rushing to get inside of you, cock already leaking rivets of precum. 

You've never felt so needy in your life, fangs and pussy aching for him. The drag of his tip from your clit to your weeping entrance makes your knees fall open. One of his hands guides himself to push into you and the other tenderly holds your hip in place. Your mouth drops open at the stretch, slow as he lets you take in the feeling, needing you to remember how full he kept you. 

Beomgyu whines, breath quickening as he shoves in the last few inches. He lets his body fall onto yours, needing to be closer, needing to drag his lips over your neck, teeth scratching at your pulse, “say it again, tell me how much you hate me,” 

But he knows you can hardly speak, your legs wrapping around him, arms pulling him down closer. “Shut up,” you gasp, his hips rolling against yours. 

“then beg me,” he doesn’t even have to say for what. Not when your neck is rolling back to give him better access to your vein, his lips brushing against your skin with each word. “If you don’t hate me, beg me to taste you. I know you remember how much I love to mix the flavor of your blood with your cum still in my mouth,”

As many times as he's crossed your mind, thinking about his fangs in your neck was something that would never compare to the moment they finally sunk in. You had never let anyone feed from you, not until he was there in front of you pleading. You were no better, not after you had changed him, needing to drain him of almost everything. But with one nod he was biting you. 

Beomgyu’s mouth was flooded with your blood, the familiar flavor of iron mixed with the undercurrent of sweet delicacy. He’d dream about the first bite, mouth tingling, fangs brought forward on nothing but the memory of you. Now he was ravenous, so shocked by his own hunger with its pounding fists on nailed shut doors. His hips stuttered in his thrusting, caught on the ecstasy of quenched starvation. 

You felt your mind slip into that hazy space, anything he asked would be answered, every action would be taken, and all you knew was him and him alone. To have that numbing venom injected into your bloodstream was enough to break even the strongest down into puddles of simmering whimpers. 

It was hard to pull away and keep himself from overfeeding like he wished he could. But he felt his orgasm cresting, stomach flexing as his balls tightened. Beomgyu shoved his wrist to your waiting lips, your fangs stinging as they pierced his weak flesh. You drank deeply, thick swallows of the ichor you had prayed to get back on your tongue.

Everything was crashing down around you, beomgyu groaning as you clenched around him, fluttering walls sucking him in as you came, taking everything he had to give. He was a mess of moans, clinging to you as if that could keep him grounded when he felt this good. Every slow shallow thrust only pushes his cum further into you, still being pulled from him with every pulse of your greedy pussy. 

Neither of you can believe how lost you had become, falling into each other like stars crashing into nothing but pooling darkness, so full of energy the only option was to collapse. And it's just what you did, twisting into each other's hold, beomgyu’s kisses pressed over the puncture marks he's made on you, nose brushing up and down your skin trying to keep your scent close. 

Breathing evening you fought back the worry settling in. He had left before, walked right out the door without you knowing anything wrong had been on his mind, what was keeping him from doing it all over again? 

“Stop thinking,” he muttered, mouth finding yours, mixing the flavors of your blood together as he kissed you. “I don't think I could find it in myself to ever leave again,” but he was pulling away, his playful smirk lingering on his lip cleansing your worrying mind if even for a movement. “How could I ever leave again after seeing how happy and full you are after only one round?” he pulled his still hard cock from you, the gush of cum slipping out, pooling on his ready fingers only to shove them right back into your waiting cunt. “No, nothing could keep me from this sight ever again,”

“Oh you cannot be serious”

The room went silent as all attention fell on the gift that Beomgyu had in his hands. It was still for a second before all of his friends erupted into hysterical laughter. In your boyfriend’s hands lay a black dog’s collar—topped off with a shiny blue tag in the shape of a bone reading ‘Beomgyu’. 

Beomgyu’s mouth hung open in a smile of disbelief as you and the rest of his friends began taunting him. Between laughs, you manage to choke out an explanation. “Y’know,—cause you were barking at the dogs—“ You wheeze while wiping a tear. You reminisce at the silly memory of the group volunteering at the local shelter, specifically the part where your boyfriend started acting like a dog. Beomgyu just nods slowly with that big dumb smile of his as he sets the collar down, continuing to rummage through tissue paper from the gift bag. His hands land on thick fabric once again and pulls it out little by little to reveal a matching leash. 

“Okay, who—“ 

Soobin chokes before he can answer the question, causing Beomgyu to narrow his eyes in disgust. “I knew it was your freak ass…”

Soobin clears his throat with a grin on his face. “Actually....Courtesy of me and your lovely girlfriend.” He says as he drapes an arm around you and pulls you into his side. 

You grin, looking Into Beomgyu’s eyes lovingly. He returns your gaze briefly before resuming opening the rest of his gifts.

——

The two of you are left in his apartment after the birthday festivities are all wrapped up. With a big sigh, Beomgyu collapses on the couch. His eyes never leave your figure, buzzing around like a bee tiding up the aftermath of the little get together. 

“Y/N~” Beomgyu whines with a pout. “C’mereeeeeee~” 

You look over your shoulder at him, internally cooing at his cuteness. “Give me a second Gyu. We can spend more time together after I’m done cleaning up!” 

Not satisfied with your answer, Beomgyu opens his mouth to release another dramatic sigh. “But it’s my birthday! Clean later. Beomgyu now!” He demands cutely. 

You hum in thought before giving in. “Ooookay…just let me put the cake in the fridge.” You say, flashing him a smile before disappearing into the kitchen. 

The ever-so-watchful Beomgyu eyed your figure leaving, biting his lip mischievously as an idea popped into his head. He rummages through the pile of various gifts his friends got him to find your ‘joke gift’. Grinning, he takes the collar and leash out the box and swiftly fastens them around his neck. If any of the guys saw this, he’d be screwed. But if it was you then it’s okay. With a horny resolve, he softly padded into the kitchen behind you. 

After putting the cake in the refrigerator, you put the plates in the sink and begin to wipe down the counters. Beomgyu could wait a bit more—you thought—it wasnt worth the possible fruit flies. 

You walk over to the sink and begin washing your hands when you feel a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist. Beomgyu brings his lips up to brush against the bare skin of your neck, causing you to jump a little.

“Gyu!” You whine, “I told you to wait.” 

“Woof.”

You stifle a laugh, feeling him smile against your skin. “Beomgyu what the f—“ you begin as he pulls you firmly against him, effectively shutting you up with the feeling of his erection on your ass. You gasp at the feeling, arching into his touch. 

Beomgyus lips drag painfully slow up and down your neck, occasionally kissing and licking at your most sensitive spots. Your breath becomes sharp, breathy moans escaping you as he gently sinks his teeth into the plush skin of your neck. Your head tilts to the side, giving him more access to your flesh.

“I tried to wait, needed you too bad,” Beomgyu mumbles against your skin. You gasp as his hands move to massage your thighs underneath your skirt. “C’mon Y/N—master— I’ve been such a good boy, give me a treat, hm?” Beomgyu whines, hands moving closer and closer towards your soaked core with each word. He ruts his erection against you softly as you stand there wordless. You wanted to ask him what this was all about until you felt the cold metal clasp of the collar you “jokingly” gifted him rub against your neck. Wait, were you actually into this?

You didn’t even have time to ponder the possibility before Beomgyu's hand was cupping your wet panties. He growls in an almost animalistic way as you buck your hips into his palm. In an instant, Beomgyu snatches his hand away from your heat and turns you around, using your whines an invitation to claim your lips in a sloppy kiss. You kiss him just as hungrily. Leaning into him as your teeth and tongues clash. Your Boyfriend’s tongue is invasive and feverish in your mouth, licking and sucking as if he’s trying to devour you. 

Beomgyu pulls away and drops to his knees, face wet with drool and hands gripping the band of your panties. You meet his gaze as your chest heaves, looking equally as pathetic. Your hands fumble around beneath you when you take hold of his leash and yank him towards your dripping core. Beomgyu whines, a strangled high-pitched moan as you have your way with him. 

“Treat,” You hear him mumble against your heat, before roughly yanking your panties down towards your ankles and slotting himself between your thighs. Spreading your legs with a vice grip, Beomgyu licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, the stimulation causing you to shudder. You don’t even have time to catch your breath before he dives back in, sucking harshly in your clit and lapping at your wetness. You moan loudly, your legs shaking at his ministrations. You feel his tongue enter your waiting pussy, fucking you feverishly with the wet muscle.

“Hnngh—good boy!” You moan out, steadying yourself on the countertop. You loop the leash around your hand and bring your hand to the back of his head, pushing him further into your pussy. Beomgyu moans gutturally at the praise, the vibrations only stimulating you further as you use his face to get yourself off. Beomgyu’s tongue exists your hole and spreads your lips, flattening against your clit and leaving little kitten licks where you’re the most sensitive. Your moans get increasingly more erratic as you feel yourself approaching your climax. Feeling you clench on his tongue, Beomgyu keeps his pace steadily, making a mess of your cunt. He kisses your pussy sloppily before pulling back slightly to nip at your sensitive clit, sending you over the edge. 

With a high pitched moan, you cum all over Beomgyu’s face. He flattens his tongue on your cunt, letting you ride your high out on his face as he attempts to swallow all of your cum. His mouth leaves your wet heat, traveling down to leave hickeys on the plush of your thighs. 

The air on your core turns cold and you can’t help but whine at how empty you feel.

“Beomgyu,” you begin, voice shaky and dripping with want. He looks up at you, eyes glossy and lips swollen and spit slicked. “Mmh?” He questions as he rockes his hips steadily against your leg. 

“Fuck me”

Beomgyu grins filthily, eyes sparkling with want. “Yes ma’am” 

You lead Beomgyu down the hallway to his bedroom with his leash. He follows obediently with a dopey smile on his face and dick still throbbing in his baggy jeans. As soon as you enter his room, you hurriedly let go of the leash to rid yourself of your remaining clothes. Beomgyu sits quietly on the bed, biting his lips and trying not to cum in his pants at the sight. You glance over to your fully dressed boyfriend.

“Gyu, take your shirt off for me, hm?” He nods and obliges. Throwing his shirt somewhere in the room and leaning back slightly while manspreading, waiting for your next command. Your breath catches at the sight, collar sitting prettily on his honey colored neck and leash dangling down his toned abdomen. He catches you staring and relishes in the feeling, eyes meeting yours as you make your way over. You run a hand up his toned thigh and stop on his hip. He shudders at the touch. Beomgyu’s heart hammers at the anticipation. Your hand slowly drags horizontally, pressing down on his bulge and catching at his wet tip. He moans loudly, eyes screwing shut and hips bucking up to chase the feeling. 

When you pull away, he pouts up at you, catching his bottom lip in between his teeth again. Truthfully, you almost moan at the sight. You resit the urge to continue teasing him just to see his reactions, and instead reach down to undo his jeans. 

Beomgyu’s wrecked with need, His head hangs low and each brush of your fingertips on his body almost sends him into overdrive. When you finally get his pants off enough to view his boxers, you gasp. The entire area around his cock is drenched. Carefully, you touch a fingertip to his wet tip through his underwear and pull away, a string of precum connecting the two of you. He shudders pathetically, hands gripping the sheets as he struggles to be obedient. His chest heaves as he feels you slip a finger beneath the band of his boxers and pull them down. With a strangled moan, his painfully hard cock springs free, hitting his toned abdomen and brushing the rough fabric of the leash. 

Beomgyu breaths hard as he looks up at you through thick eyelashes and lidded eyes. “How do you want me?” 

“Lay back on the pillows Gyu. ‘M gonna ride” you mumble, tripping over your words. You’ve never seen your usually cocky boyfriend like this—face flushed and hands gripping the sheets so hard that his knuckles were turning white. He obeys, of course, and you make your way over to him and straddle his abdomen. Not willing to wait any longer, you position yourself over him and sink down slowly. The fat tip of his cock stretches you out deliciously. Both of you are completely gone, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open as you soak in the feeling of each other. 

Once settled, you grab hold of his leash again and begin slamming your hips up and down on him, the both of you a moaning mess as his back arches off the bed.

“Ffuck—“  You moan, feeling utterly stuffed by him. Beomgyu looked angelic—with his knitted eyebrows and glossed over eyes—you’d think that he was in pain if it weren’t for his cock standing thick and hard inside of you. He chokes out a moan as you continue bouncing and tugging on the leash, tongue hanging out of his open mouth as he gasps for air. 

“Hah-you feel so good, Y/N” he pants, planting his feet on the bed so that he can meet your hips with his thrusts. You slow down as your hips start to burn with exhaustion.

“Puppy, Im tired,” You whine, rocking your hips gently as he nestles himself against your G spot. Beomgyu just nods lazily and pats your thigh to get you to get up. You oblige and lay next to him still not letting go of the leash. He uses this as momentum to lean over you, dipping down to lick a wet stripe up your neck. You shudder as he pushes his hands behind your knees and presses them towards your head. 

Beomgyu thinks he could cry seeing you exposed all prettily for him. Pussy wet, fucked open and waiting for him to breed it by stuffing it full of his seed, eyes all glossy and lips kiss bitten. He could die a happy man. With a deep sigh, he aligns himself with your sopping entrance and pushes back in. You choke out a moan feeling him stretch you open on his length again. His eyes roll back at the feeling of your soft walls clamping down on his dick. You’d think he was the one getting fucked, what with all of the whiny moans he was letting out.

It was as if a flip was switched. Beomgyu starts thrusting into you as if he was punishing you. The angle made it impossible for him not to hit your g spot. Your moans bordered on screams, the two of you sounding pornographic in unison with each other. 

“Fffuck baby—you feel so—ffuck” Beomgyu pants. You yank the leash down to capture Beomgyu’s lips in a sloppy kiss. He keeps pounding into your cunt, resting his head in the crook of your neck. 

“Mmh—“ Beomgyu whimpers in your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy and stuttered. “Gonna cum—fuck. Can I inside? Please? Please—I’ll breed you real nice, I’m AKC certified, you know? Fuck—stuff you full of me“ he rambles. 

You—equally as fucked out and approaching your orgasm—nod enthusiastically as you yank on his leash. “Ngh—please, inside, cum inside me like a good puppy—fuck Gyu!” You babble, clenching violently around his length. 

With a whimper, Beomgyu comes inside of you. Hot, sticky ropes of cum spurt inside of your spent pussy, the fullness triggering your own orgasm. Beomgyu growls as he fucks his seed deep into your full cunt, your body spasming at the overstimulation. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily as his dick goes soft inside of you. A silence stretches between the two of you as the realization of what you just did settles in. Beomgyu whose face is still buried in your neck speaks up.

“Can you try it on next time?”

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