I hate and need him so much !!
summary: you and beomgyu are the top students in your universityâs music programâbut thatâs the only thing you have in common. constantly clashing over leadership and vision, your rivalry is infamous across campus. but when a heated late-night argument over your final project spirals out of control, you both cross a line neither of you can walk back from. tension turns to obsession, and hate becomes the hottest kind of desire...
pairing: enemy!beomgyu x fem!reader
genre: enemies with benefits, smut, angst, college au, slow burn, toxic dynamics, musical rivalry.
warnings: explicit sexual content, strong language, toxic dynamics, public tension, dominance & submission themes, rough sex, mentions of physical aggression (non-violent), mutual degradation, possessiveness, slight exhibitionism, slight humiliation, dirty talk, praise kin, overstimulation, begging.[18+ ONLY MDI]
wc: 5,94k
notes: my tiktok is flooded with beomgyu videos + beomgyu in those photos... I'm thinking... đ«ŠđŠ
youâve never met someone as fucking insufferable as choi beomgyu.
youâre top of your class in music theory and composition. sharp mind, sharper tongue, perfectionist to the bone. and unfortunately, so is he. same major, same year, same goddamn classesâand ever since first year, youâve been stuck in this sick, twisted competition that neither of you ever agreed to, but neither of you can let go of either.
heâs loud. smug. sarcastic. every time he opens his mouth, itâs like heâs begging you to punch him. he thinks heâs the most brilliant mind to grace the university halls and you? youâre just a stubborn little brat who got lucky with a few good scores.
you, on the other hand, think heâs a cocky little shit with too much talent and zero humility. a show-off. a provocateur. someone who gets under your skin just for the thrill of it.
and worse, he knows it.
âi donât know how the fuck you got the leader position,â he says, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back against the piano like he owns the place. âbut if you keep running this project like this, weâre all going to look like idiots.â
youâre standing near the whiteboard, marker still in your hand from the rehearsal plan you were setting up. you were already exhaustedâitâs late, your headâs pounding, and everyone else already left the music room because they knew this was coming.
you and beomgyu. again.
âthen donât be part of it,â you snap, glaring at him over your shoulder. âno oneâs forcing you to stay.â
âyouâre unbelievable,â he scoffs, pushing himself off the piano and walking closer. âyou act like you know everything. like your way is the only way. but guess what? newsflashâthis isnât high school anymore, princess. not everyoneâs going to kiss your ass.â
âfuck you,â you hiss, dropping the marker and turning to face him fully now.
âoh, thatâs rich.â he laughsâshort, bitter, mocking. âyou canât handle being challenged, huh? the second someone calls you out, you throw a fit.â
âyouâre not âchallengingâ me, youâre being a fucking asshole,â you step closer too now, chests nearly touching. âyou think just because you play guitar and write edgy lyrics, youâre some kind of genius?â
his jaw clenches. âi am a fucking genius. unlike you, i donât treat people like shit to feel superior.â
âno, you just think youâre better than everyone and talk like youâre godâs gift to music.â
âkeep pushing me, sweetheart,â he growls, eyes narrowing. âsee what happens.â
and maybe itâs the hour. or the pent-up rage. or how his breath is hot against your lips now, because neither of you moved away.
maybe itâs the way your heartâs been racing around him since the first semester, and youâve been too fucking proud to admit it.
but when he grabs your wrist, pulling you flush against him, and your mouths crash together in something thatâs not a kiss, not yetâmore like a warâyou donât stop it.
you kiss him like youâre trying to shut him up. he kisses you like heâs trying to make you forget your name.
itâs teeth. itâs tongue. itâs bruises forming before either of you even start taking clothes off. his hands are gripping your waist like heâs waited years for this, and your fingers are tangled in his hair, pulling hard, like you want to hurt him and fuck him at the same time.
you gasp when his lips leave yours, only to trail down your neck, biting hard enough to make you whimper. your back hits the wall behind you with a dull thud, and youâre too far gone to care if anyone hears.
âstill think youâre in control?â he mutters against your skin, voice low, mocking, laced with heat.
âfuck you,â you spit, breathless.
he grins. that goddamn grin.
âyeah?â he grabs your chin, tilting your face so you have to look at him. âthen why are you fucking shaking for me, bitch?â
you slap him.
not hard enough to hurt. just enough to sting.
his smirk drops for a secondâand then he laughs, low and wild, before grabbing your wrists and slamming them above your head.
âgod, youâre such a brat,â he growls. âalways running your mouth, always trying to act like youâre better than me. but here you are, letting me pin you like a fucking slut.â
âgo to hell,â you snap, squirming against him.
he leans in, presses his mouth to your ear. âafter iâm done with you.â
he kisses you againâhard, possessive, angry. his hand slides under your shirt, up your ribs, dragging slow just to hear you breathe harder.
âtake this shit off,â he says against your lips, tugging at your shirt, and you donât hesitate.
the air is cold, but his hands are hotter than sin. they roam, greedy, rough, like he wants to memorize every inch of you just so he can ruin it.
âbeomgyuââ his name escapes your mouth in a shaky moan when he sucks a bruise right beneath your collarbone.
âwhat, bitch?â he mutters, pulling your bra down like itâs in his way. âyou like that? you like when i touch you like this?â
you donât answer. your pride wonât let you.
so he smirks, teeth flashing. âstill pretending you hate me?â
you glare. âi do.â
he chuckles darkly. âthen hate me with your legs around my waist.â
and you do. you hook your legs around him as he lifts you off the floor, grinding into you, cock already hard through his jeans and pressed right against where you need him most.
âfuck,â you whisper, head falling back.
âyeah,â he breathes, mouth trailing down to your chest. âthatâs what i thought.â
his fingers find the waistband of your pants, tugging them down with a sort of impatient frustration that makes your whole body ache. he kisses down your stomach as he does it, slow only to torment you.
âbeen dreaming about this,â he mutters. âruining that smart little mouth of yours. showing you who really runs this fucking class.â
âkeep talking,â you pant, âand iâll bite your tongue off.â
he laughs againâlow, dangerous.
âyouâre such a bitch,â he says. âand youâre gonna let me fuck you anyway.â
and you do.
you donât know how you ended up half-naked on the piano bench, legs spread, his mouth buried between your thighs like heâs starving.
maybe it was the way you clawed at his shirt like you wanted to rip his skin off. maybe it was how he shoved you down with a growl, like he couldnât stand another second without tasting you.
either way, youâre too far gone to give a fuck.
âfuckâbeomgyuââ you choke out, fingers tangling in his messy hair.
he groans into your cunt, licking you slow just to hear you whimper, then fast just to fuck with you. his hands are bruising your thighs, holding you still like heâs scared youâll run.
âyouâre loud now,â he says, voice muffled against your skin, âbut in class you act so fucking high and mighty.â
âshut upââ your voice cracks when he flicks his tongue over your clit, again, again, again.
âno,â he growls, looking up at you with spit and you all over his mouth. âyou donât get to shut me up. not when youâre moaning like a little toy.â
you reach down, grabbing his jaw, pulling him up to kiss him hardâtasting yourself on his tongue, nails dragging down his back.
âyouâre fucking disgusting,â you whisper against his lips.
he bites your bottom lip, just enough to make you gasp. âand you love it.â
you do.
you hate him. but you want him so bad itâs making your head spin.
when he finally unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out, thick and flushed and leaking, your mouth goes dry.
âdonât stare like youâre impressed,â he teases, pumping himself once. âyou act like youâre not dying for this.â
you glare, then smirk. âiâve had better.â
âis that so?â
he grabs your hips, pulls you to the edge of the bench, and slams into you without warning.
your whole body arches.
âfuckâ!â you cry out, nails digging into his arms.
he doesnât give you a second to adjust. doesnât slow down. he fucks you like heâs punishing you for every word youâve ever thrown at him, every smug look youâve ever given.
âbetter than this?â he grits out, snapping his hips harder. âyouâre dripping, you fucking liar.â
âshut upââ
ânah. say it. say whoâs fucking you this good.â
âgo to hell,â you growl, grabbing the back of his neck, dragging his mouth to yours.
he kisses you like he wants to bruise your soul. you kiss him like you want to rip his heart out.
âfuck, you feel good,â he groans against your mouth. âtight little cunt acting like she doesnât need me.â
you moan. you hate that heâs right. that your bodyâs betraying you, clenching around him, begging for more.
âfucking bastard,â you hiss, throwing your head back when he hits that spot deep inside you.
âsay it again,â he pants, pounding into you. âcall me every name you want, i know youâre close.â
âpathetic, arrogant, loud-mouthed little shitââ you gasp, legs shaking.
âthatâs right,â he growls. âcum for me, fucking hate me while you do it.â
you do.
you fall apart under him, clenching around him so tight he swears and grabs your waist like heâs losing control.
and a second later, heâs cumming tooâdeep inside you, jaw clenched, eyes shut, letting out a low, broken groan of your name like it physically hurts.
the roomâs silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing.
he collapses against you, forehead resting on your shoulder.
you push him off.
âweâre not doing this again,â you mutter, standing up and adjusting your clothes.
he smirks, still breathless, watching you like he already knows better.
âweâll see, sweetheart.â
heâs been staring at you like he wants to kill you since class started.
arms crossed, jaw clenched, foot tapping like a fucking metronome of rage.
you ignore him. or try to.
but when professor kim announces your proposal will lead the ensemble showcase, and not hisâoh, the way his eyes meet yours. burning. hateful. hungry.
you smirk, just to piss him off.
after class, you donât even make it out the door.
âcome with me,â he snaps, grabbing your wrist, dragging you through the empty hallway before you can protest.
âfuck off, beomgyuââ
he pushes open an empty rehearsal room and shoves you inside.
you spin on him. âwhat the fuck is your problem?!â
âyou are,â he growls, slamming the door shut. âfucking show-off. always need to win, huh?â
you scoff. âmaybe if your idea hadnât been shitââ
he grabs your face and kisses you so hard your back hits the wall, again.
and you let him.
because youâre both too far gone now.
you kiss him back, biting his lip, tugging his hair like youâre trying to hurt himâlike you want him to hurt you back.
his hands are everywhere. under your shirt, gripping your waist, yanking down your pants without a word.
âso fucking full of yourself,â he mutters, yanking your underwear down roughly. âbet you soaked your panties the second you saw me lose.â
you slap him again.
he just grins. âhit me harder if you want, baby. i know you like it rough.â
you grab his belt, undoing it fast. âshut up and fuck me.â
âsay please.â
âfuck you.â
he shoves you against the wall, lifts your leg, and thrusts inâraw, fast, brutal.
you cry out, hands slamming against the wall for support.
âgodâfuckâbeomgyuââ
âthatâs right,â he pants, pounding into you like he wants to erase your fucking mind. âsay my name. say it like you mean it.â
your moans echo through the empty room. itâs reckless. loud. stupid.
anyone could walk in.
and maybe thatâs why it feels so good.
âyou look so pretty when you lose control,â he growls, biting your neck. ânot so smug now, huh?â
you clench around him, mouth open in a silent moan.
he hisses. âyouâre close.â
ânoâshut upâiâm notââ
âliar,â he snarls, fucking you deeper. âyouâre so wet i can feel you shaking.â
âpiece of shitââ
âsay it again.â
âfuck youââ
âyou are.â
he grabs your face again, kisses you hard, and you breakâcumming around him with a cry you canât hold back.
he follows seconds later, groaning against your mouth, cock twitching inside you as he spills himself deep.
you both freeze.
silence.
thenâfootsteps outside the door.
your eyes widen.
he smirks.
âwe should do this more often.â
heâs pacing in the classroom like a storm trapped in four walls. jacket thrown on the floor, hair a mess, frustration radiating off of him.
âi just donât get how you always win,â he spits, glaring at the floor.
you raise an eyebrow, calm, bored. âbecause iâm better.â
he whips around. âfuck you.â
you smile. âyouâd love that, wouldnât you?â
his breath catches. just for a second. and you see it.
that crack in his anger. the want under all that pride.
you stand, walking slowly to him.
âwhatâs wrong, gyu?â you murmur, dragging a finger up his chest. âyou mad because you lost again? or because you can't stop thinking about how good i made you feel last time?â
his jaw tightens. his eyes drop to your lips.
âi hate you,â he says, but his voice is already shaking.
you hum. âlie better.â
and then your hand slips between his legs, cupping him over his jeansâslow. gentle. cruel.
he gasps. you feel how hard he is already.
âfuckâdonâtââ he tries to step back.
you press your body into his, pinning him to the wall.
âdonât what?â you whisper against his ear. âdonât touch you? donât make you beg?â
he whimpers.
actual whimpers.
âpleaseâŠâ
you grin.
âlook at you,â you whisper. âso hard just from me teasing you. you want me that bad?â
he nods, red-faced, biting his lip.
âuse your words, baby.â
âplease,â he whispers, breathless, âplease touch me. i need it. i need you.â
you pull back slightly, watching him.
he drops to his knees.
and thatâs when your power hits him full force.
beomgyu, the cocky bastard, the arrogant top of your class, on the floor, looking up at you like youâre his fucking god.
âsay it again.â
âpleaseâŠâ he swallows hard, pupils blown wide. âi need you to touch me. to use me. iâll do anything. justâjust donât stop.â
you sit down on the chair, legs spread.
âcome here.â
he crawls between your legs without hesitation.
you grab his jaw. âgood boy.â
his breath stutters.
âcan i⊠can i taste you?â he asks, voice so low and wrecked you barely hear it.
you smirk. âyou can try.â
after he buried his face between your thighs, you had to muffle your moans with your hand, desperate not to cry out. but it was pointlessâthe university was already empty, and anyone left wouldnât dare come near that classroom with the way the air practically sizzled around you.
you shouldâve left right then, shouldâve played it safe. but the heat between you was too much, too consuming. so instead, you stumbled out together, breathless and shaking, and made it back to your apartmentâready to finish what you never shouldâve started in public.
âyouâre so pretty when you cry,â you murmur, dragging your fingers down his chest.
heâs panting, cheeks flushed, wrists tied to the bedpost with your silk scarf. thighs trembling. body covered in marks from your mouth.
his cock is red, leaking, twitching.
âplease,â he chokes out, voice wrecked. âi-i canâtâplease let me comeââ
you tilt your head. âalready?â
youâve edged him three times now. never letting him finish. always pulling away just when his moans start turning desperate.
âyou really are weak, arenât you?â you coo, wrapping your fingers around him again, slowly, cruelly.
his head falls back with a loud whimper. âfuckâyes, i am, i amâjust for youââ
âlook at you,â you murmur, stroking him torturously slow. âthe same guy who told me he hated me. now youâre begging like a good little slut.â
his whole body jolts.
you lean closer, lips brushing his ear. âyou like it when i talk to you like that?â
he nods frantically, eyes glossy. âyesâyes, pleaseâmoreââ
you tighten your grip, pace quickening.
âyou like being mine?â
âyesâyes, iâm yoursâonly yoursâplease donât stopââ
âyouâre not gonna come yet,â you whisper. ânot until i say so.â
he sobs, hips jerking, trying to chase the friction. âpleaseâplease, iâll do anythingâiâll be so goodâjust let meââ
you straddle him.
his eyes widen.
you donât even have to say anythingâheâs already moaning.
âyou wanna come inside me, baby?â you whisper, dragging your folds over his aching tip, not letting him in.
heâs shaking. âplease, please, i need to, i need toâiâll be goodâfuckâiâll make you feel so good, i swearâjust let meâlet meââ
you slide down onto him all at once.
his scream is broken. his whole body arches.
âthank youâfuck, thank youââ he babbles, clutching the headboard with white knuckles.
âyouâre so deep,â you moan, starting to ride him, slow and heavy. âyou feel so good when you shut up and take it.â
heâs sobbing now. overwhelmed. blissed out.
âgonna fill me up?â you whisper, kissing his jaw. âgonna come like the good little boy you are?â
he nods, barely able to speak. âyesâyes, pleaseâpleaseâcan iâpleaseââ
âdo it,â you growl in his ear.
he breaks.
he cries out your name, cumming so hard it makes his entire body shake, eyes rolling back as he trembles under you. it doesnât stopâhe keeps twitching, breathless, whimpering, completely ruined.
you donât stop moving.
his eyes widen in panic.
âw-waitâtoo muchâi canâtââ
you just smirk.
âyou said youâd do anything, baby. donât disappoint me now.â
you barely step inside the third-floor bathroom before you feel it.
the shift.
heâs already there, waiting â back against the wall, eyes on you like heâs been planning something. calculating. hungry.
but this time⊠he doesnât look shy.
he doesnât look desperate.
he looks like a fucking storm.
you close the door slowly, a smirk playing on your lips. âsomeoneâs eager.â
he doesnât answer.
he just pushes himself off the wall, takes three steps forward, and corners you against the door. his body flush against yours.
his voice is low, dark.
âyou think youâre in control, donât you?â
you blink, caught off guard.
âyou think you can tease me in front of everyone, make me sit pretty and beg for you like a fucking toy,â he growls, gripping your chin, tilting your head up. âbut you forget something, babe.â
his breath is hot against your ear.
âyou want this just as bad as i do. and youâre not as untouchable as you act.â
you scoff, but it dies in your throat when he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand, the other sliding down your waist and under your skirt like he owns every inch of you.
âgonna prove it,â he murmurs, kissing your jaw, then biting down harder than he should. âgonna fuck the brat out of you.â
âyouâre dreaming if you thinkââ
âshut up,â he snaps, shoving his knee between your legs, forcing them open. âyou had your turn. now itâs mine.â
your breath catches when he drops to his knees, yanks your underwear down and presses his mouth right where you need him. no warning. no build-up. just pure, messy heat.
you whimper, trying to squirm, but his grip on your thighs is brutal. âstay fucking still.â
he eats you like heâs starving.
like this is punishment.
like he wants to ruin you.
and he does â slowly. with groans that vibrate against your core. with tongue strokes that make your knees buckle. with lips that suck until you're gasping, trembling, beggingâ
âbeomgyu, iâm gonnaââ
he stops.
just like that.
you cry out in frustration, but he stands and shoves two fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself.
âyou donât get to cum yet,â he smirks. ânot until you say it.â
you glare at him, trying to keep whatever pride you have left. he leans in, lips brushing yours.
âsay you need me.â
you donât.
you wonâtâ
he grabs your hips and slams into you so hard you choke on your breath.
you almost scream, biting your hand to stay quiet as he fucks into you like heâs trying to destroy you. like he wants you sore. shaking. marked.
âsay it,â he demands again, slamming deeper. âsay you fucking need me.â
âfuckâi need you,â you gasp, losing it. âi fucking need you, okay?â
he smiles, dark and satisfied.
âgood girl.â
and he keeps going.
you swear you black out a little when you finally cum, legs wrapped around him, walls clenching so tight he nearly loses control. but he doesnât. he keeps going, overstimulating you until you're crying into his shoulder.
when heâs done, he pulls out, breathing hard, eyes glazed.
youâre a mess â flushed, dripping, lips bruised, hair wild.
he zips up, fixes his shirt, then grabs your jaw again.
ânext time you wanna play boss,â he whispers, âremember who actually makes you fall apart.â
and then heâs gone â just like that.
leaving you shaking against the door, breathless, ruined.
itâs late. everyoneâs gone, except for you and beomgyu. you both stay back to finish up the final arrangements for the project. the studio is dim, the only light coming from the desk lamps and the soft glow of the instruments scattered around the room. a low hum of the sound system mixes with the quiet shuffle of papers as you go over the details. youâre too focused, too determined to let anything distract you. not even him.
but heâs watching you.
you feel it before you see him. his eyes on you, the way his gaze lingers too long, too intense. heâs not the quiet, obedient beomgyu youâre used to. no, tonight, thereâs a shift in the air, something darker, something that makes your heartbeat quicken.
you look up at him. heâs standing near the piano, leaning against it with his arms crossed, his usual casual look replaced by a more dangerous edge. his jaw is clenched, his eyes narrowed in that way that makes your pulse race. his voice is rough when he finally speaks, cutting through the silence.
âyouâve been ignoring me all night,â he says, the words low and biting. âlike i donât fucking matter.â
you raise an eyebrow, setting your pen down slowly. âiâm busy,â you say, voice steady, though thereâs a hint of something else in it. something that shows you know exactly where this is headed.
âbusy?â his lips curl into a sneer as he pushes off the piano, taking a slow step toward you. âyou were too busy when i was begging for your attention. and now⊠now youâre too busy to notice how badly i want you.â
the words hit you like a shockwave, and your breath catches. but you stand your ground. âand what do you want from me, beomgyu? you really think you can justââ
âshut up,â he growls, closing the distance between you in an instant. his hands grip your hips, pushing you back against the desk. the suddenness of it has you gasping, your breath hitching in your throat. âiâve had enough of you acting like youâre in control. youâre not. not tonight.â
his hands slide up your waist, pinning you against the desk, and the heat between you is undeniable. you try to fight it, but you knowâyou knowâyouâre not going anywhere. heâs stronger. heâs in charge now.
he lifts you effortlessly, his fingers digging into your thighs as he spins you around, his lips brushing your ear as he presses his body against yours. âthis projectâs been a fucking joke, but iâm about to show you whoâs really leading this.â
you shiver at the feel of his hot breath on your skin. you try to push back, but heâs already got you where he wants you. his hands roam over you like heâs starved, hungry for every inch of your body.
before you can react, his lips crash onto yours. the kiss is aggressive, desperate. his tongue pushes into your mouth with no warning, like heâs claiming you, taking you without hesitation. you moan into it, your own hands finding purchase on his shirt, tugging him closer.
he breaks the kiss with a growl, his lips trailing down your neck, nipping at your skin as his hands begin to strip you down. heâs rough, unrelenting, as if heâs been holding back for too long. and now, now he wants to punish you for making him wait.
âtell me,â he whispers, his fingers tugging at your shirt. âtell me you want me. say it, and iâll give it to you. all of it.â
you swallow, trying to keep your composure. youâre not going to give him the satisfaction that easily. but beomgyuâs hands are everywhereâon your chest, your waist, pulling you closer until you can feel the hardness of him pressing against your stomach. you canât deny it. you want him. god, you want him so badly. but you wonât admit it that easily.
âfuck you,â you spit out, pushing at his chest, though your body betrays you, grinding against him involuntarily.
beomgyu smirks, completely unphased. his eyes darken, and he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear again. âyou will, bitch. youâre going to beg for it.â
suddenly, he spins you back around, shoving you against the desk once more. heâs fast, too fast for you to react, and before you can even think, heâs pulling your skirt up, exposing you. his fingers are already there, teasing, stroking over your sensitive skin with slow precision.
âtell me you want it,â he murmurs, voice thick with lust. âsay it.â
you close your eyes, breathing hard, your hands gripping the edge of the desk as you feel him push against you. his movements are slow, torturous, his teasing driving you crazy.
âpleaseâŠâ you mutter, barely audible, but he hears it. thatâs all he needs.
âgood girl,â he says, his voice dark with satisfaction. âyou donât get to hold back anymore. not when iâm in control.â
then, heâs inside you. deep. hard. he doesnât give you time to adjust, doesnât give you time to breathe. the desk rattles under the force of his thrusts, your body rocking with each movement. his hands grip your hips, slamming into you with ruthless precision, fucking you like he owns you.
you cry out, your fingers digging into the desk, but he doesnât care. he just keeps going, taking what he wants. youâre powerless against him, lost in the rhythm of his hips, the relentless pace heâs setting.
âtell me you need me,â he demands, his breath hot against your neck as he fucks you harder. âsay it. now.â
âfuck,â you gasp, unable to stop the words that spill from your lips. âi need you, beomgyu. i fucking need you.â
his grin is wicked, satisfied. âgood. now youâre mine.â
and he pushes you to the edge, pushing harder, faster, until you come undone. your body shakes with the force of your orgasm, your fingers gripping the desk so hard youâre sure itâll leave marks. and even when you think you canât take anymore, he doesnât stop. he keeps going, fucking you through it, until youâre begging for mercy.
your legs are shaking, but he doesnât stop.
beomgyu grabs your arm, spinning you around again, his lips dragging down your neck, your collarbone, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. âdid you think i was done with you?â he mutters, voice dripping with dark amusement. âweâre just getting started, baby.â
he lifts you like you weigh nothing and carries you to the worn leather couch in the corner of the studio. he drops you onto it and spreads your legs without hesitation. you donât even have time to catch your breath before he drops to his knees and buries his face between your thighs.
âoh fuckâbeomgyuââ your voice cracks as his tongue licks a long, slow stripe up your core.
his hands grip your thighs tightly, pinning you open as he devours you like heâs starving. he sucks, licks, flicks his tongue in maddening circles, then flattens it against your clit until your hips buck off the couch.
âtaste so fucking good,â he growls, voice muffled against your wetness. âyou gonna cum on my mouth, baby?â
you whimper, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. âshit, yesâfuckâdonât stopââ
but he does stop. the bastard smirks up at you, lips wet, eyes burning. ânah. not yet. i want you ruined when iâm done.â
before you can curse him out, heâs pulling you up, flipping you over. your knees sink into the couch as he grabs your waist, angling your ass up. you barely manage to breathe before heâs slamming back into you from behind.
âfuck!â you cry out, your voice echoing off the walls. the angle is brutal, perfect. youâre melting, unraveling around him, every thrust punching the air out of your lungs.
âyou hear that?â he pants, fucking you hard and fast. âthatâs the sound of your pussy getting absolutely wrecked.â
you can barely answer, but your body respondsâarching into him, pushing back, greedy for more. he grabs your hair, yanking your head back so he can whisper in your ear.
âyou love this, donât you? getting fucked like a little slut. look at youâcanât even talk, just taking my cock like you were made for it.â
you moan, dizzy from the filth spilling out of his mouth and the relentless way heâs driving into you.
then he flips you again, pulling you on top of him as he falls back onto the couch. âride me,â he commands, hands gripping your ass. âshow me how much you fucking want it.â
you donât hesitate. you sink down onto him, both of you groaning at the contact. your hands grip his shoulders as you start to moveâslow at first, then faster, grinding down as he thrusts up to meet you. the friction, the heatâitâs too much. you're bouncing on him like your life depends on it, tits bouncing, eyes locked on his as you both fall apart.
âfucking ride me, just like that. shitâlook at you,â he groans, his head falling back, his fingers bruising your hips. âso fucking tight, fuckâgonna cum if you keep that up.â
youâre right there with him. youâre shaking, sweating, losing control. your climax builds like a tidal wave, and he knows. He feels it.
âyou gonna cum, baby? gonna cream all over my cock like a good little slut?â
âfuck yesâyesâbeomgyuâ!â you scream as your orgasm crashes over you, your whole body convulsing as pleasure rips through you.
he follows right after, grabbing your hips, slamming you down onto him one last time as he spills inside you with a raw, guttural moan. you collapse on top of him, both of you panting, sweaty, ruined.
the studio is silent again, except for the ticking of the clock on the wall and the lazy hum of the soundboard. youâre both still half-naked on the couch, skin slick with sweat, catching your breath. beomgyuâs chest rises and falls beneath you, his fingers lazily tracing shapes on your bare back.
âyou look fucked out,â he murmurs, smirking against your temple.
you hum, eyes closed. âthatâs because you fucked me out.â
thereâs a beat of silence. and then he chucklesâlow, dark, dangerous. ânot yet...â
before you can respond, heâs flipping you over again, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, his body hovering over yours.
âbeomgyu, what the fuckââ you start, but he cuts you off with a kiss so filthy, so consuming, it leaves you gasping.
his voice is gravel when he pulls back. âyou think iâm done with you? you really think that was enough?â his knee parts your thighs again, sliding between them, pressing right where you're still throbbing. âyouâre dripping for me, baby. donât even try to lie.â
you arch into him involuntarily, and he grins like he owns you. âgod, youâre fucking desperate. like a little cum-drunk slut.â
he lets go of your wrists and slides down your body, dragging his tongue along your stomach, your hipbone, your inner thighâuntil he's right where you need him again. he spreads you open and stares, admiring the mess he made of you.
âfuck, look at you,â he growls. âso wrecked. so perfect.â
then his mouth is on you again. this time, itâs not teasing. itâs relentless. his tongue fucks into you, circles your clit, sucks until you're writhing, crying out, begging.
âpleaseâplease, fuckââ
but he doesnât stop there.
he stands, wiping his mouth, then grabs you by the waist and drags you to the edge of the couch. âon your knees,â he orders, voice rough. âhands on the floor. ass up.â
you obey without thinkingâyour body knows what it wants now. you feel his hand grip your ass, spreading you wide, and then the thick head of his cock pressing back inside you.
he grabs your jaw suddenly, fingers sliding between your lips, forcing them open. âopen up,â he growls, his voice low and demanding. you moan around his fingers as he shoves them deep into your mouth, pressing them down on your tongue. âsuck,â he commands, and you doâeyes fluttering shut, lips wrapped around his fingers like itâs instinct.
âthatâs it, baby. just like that,â he murmurs, pulling them out slick and glistening, only to trail them down your bodyâbetween your thighsâbefore lining himself up again. ânow iâm gonna fuck you nice and deep, just how you like it. donât fucking run.â
he bottoms out in one thrust.
you scream.
âyeah, thatâs right,â he pants, thrusting deep and hard. âlet them fucking hear you. let everyone know how good I fuck this tight little pussy.â
the position hits everything. his hand wraps around your throat from behind, pulling your body up as he fucks you like an animal. itâs filthy, raw, and fucking perfect.
âsay it,â he demands. âsay youâre mine.â
âiâm yours,â you gasp, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity. âiâm fucking yours, beomgyu.â
he growls, slamming into you harder, faster, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the studio. âdamn right you are.â
and then he flips you over one more timeâflat on your back this time, legs over his shoulders as he pounds into you, eyes locked on yours like he wants to watch every second of you coming apart again.
âyouâre gonna cum for me again, baby,â he says between ragged breaths. âyouâre gonna soak my cock, and then iâm gonna fill you up again. you want that?â
âfuck, yesâpleaseâdo itââ
thatâs all it takes. your orgasm hits like a damn freight train, your whole body seizing up as he keeps thrusting, watching you shatter beneath him.
and when you cum, crying his name, he loses it.
he buries himself deep, groaning as he spills inside you again, hips twitching, body shaking. and then he collapses on top of you, both of you gasping for air, completely, utterly wrecked.
you lie there in silence, your body trembling from overstimulation, your mind fuzzy with pleasure.
âyouâre not leaving this studio tonight.â
after a long moment, he strokes your back lazily and mutters, ânext time you ignore me, iâll fuck you right on top of the damn mixing board.â
you laugh breathlessly, still trembling. âi dare you.â
âoh, you will, sweetheart,â he smirks, voice low and dangerous. âyou fucking will.â
âweâre not leaving this studio tonight.â











