“Move again an’ you ain’t comin’ for a week, baby.” His low rasp in your ear made you shudder, your walls clenching harder around him. His hand came down on your ass, making you whine and arch your back as the sting on the already swollen and abused skin spread through you.

Your legs were shaking, slick running down your thighs. You were on Yeonjun’s lap; impaled on his cock which was splitting you open, his tip spearing into your cervix. He’d had you here for the past three hours, unmoving. You were barely hanging on as the pain and pleasure swirled in your head, making you restless. You were squirming on top of him, desperate to relieve the sweet ache that had developed between your legs; trying something, anything to take the edge off.

Your vision swam with tears as you gulped harsh breaths, your desperation growing by the minute. Pressing your face into his neck, you fisted a hand in his shirt while trying to calm your shuddering breaths, erratic heartbeat. Yeonjun watched you, so utterly wrecked for him, and chuckled down at you. “‘S wrong, sweetheart?” His deceptively sweet words reeked of condescension as cooed them at you, thumbing at your cheeks to wipe away the tear stains.

“T-too big, daddy ‘s too big ” you sobbed, burying yourself into his embrace further. He tutted in disapproval before smoothing the hair out of your face.

“I know, honey, I see it, I do.” He brings his fingers down where you’re both connected, spreading his index and middle fingers to sit against the V of your swollen lips stretching to accommodate him, forcing another hiccuping sob out of you as you clutch his forearm. “Look at that.” He brings his other hand up to your abdomen, pressing down mercilessly and making you choke on you breath as a whimper escapes you. “Daddy’s stretchin’ you out, babygirl. Be good for just a little longer and I’ll take care of ya, okay?” You nod feverishly into his shirt, throbbing around him in need and whining at the feeling of your arousal dribbling out of you as a result. His words meant nothing to you, now. He’d said the same thing an hour ago.

“Beomie,“ you whine tearfully, a culmination of the frustration you’ve been feeling all day. it started when you woke up with a warm, sticky feeling in between your legs; a dull ache settling in your gut and tugging at the edges of your thoughts ever since.

Beomgyu’s already been out of bed, and you’d found him in the living room in front of the tv, sitting in his pyjamas with a controller in his hand, barking orders into a headset. 

And while you didn’t want to disturb him on one of the very few days he had to himself, you couldn’t help but feel…antsy. You’d been trying (and failing) to get his attention all day, barely met with hms and grunts as it were.

Which was how you found yourself changing into a pink lace slip, unable to meet your own eye at the reflection before you. your poor, overworked brain made you think it would be a good idea to try and - ahem- tempt him, but when it came to actually doing it, the thought made your face warm.

Another slew of Beomgyu’s curses at the game made you jolt, and before you knew it, you were walking outside to make sure he was okay. And he was, because of course. you, on the other hand, were standing half-naked in the living room at three pm while your boyfriend neglected to even look your way.

You stood to the side, wringing your hands and waiting for him to look at you, but after a whole minute with you getting no attention whatsoever, you gave up and cleared your throat. Beomgyu’s eyes flicked your way - victory! - for a bare second until he rolled them and turned back to the screen.

Which was also how you ended up here, whining from over his shoulder for him to acknowledge you. He doesn’t, of course, not until you’re stood next to him pouting while looking down at him with dazed doe eyes, giving you away.

Beomgyu knew exactly what you needed and within seconds a harsh order to pause was being whispered into his headset, fingers flying over the comedically-small-for-him controller as his chair finally turned your way.

Swallowing pitifully, you squirm under the weight of his gaze before risking a glance up at him to find his eyes twinkling with amusement, brow raised in question. 

“Need you, gyu.” Your whispered confession only raises his brow impossibly higher, ghost of a smirk curving his lips before he’s turning away from you again. you’re frowning, half-stomping to stand between him and his screen before he wears his stupid headset again.

Desire winning against the shame brewing in you, you reach a hand out to his chest- 

and his wrist circles yours, stopping you in your tracks.

You’re staring shamelessly at the slant of his jaw, the slope of his nose and the light caught in his hair, gauging his reaction until his voice rings out: 

“Prove it.” 

And you’re confused, too lost in the reliving the feeling of the way his nose bumped against your swollen clit as he ate you out for hours last week, responding with a meek “hm?” that has him huffing.

He doesn’t even clarify, just clamps a hand on your shoulder and pushes so you’re on your knees, settling you with your head at crotch-level. 

“prove that you need me.” 

And then he’s gone, eyes glued to the screen again.

You blink up at him from the floor, content to watch the muscles of his forearms flex as his fingers move on the controller, the vein jumping in his neck as his jaw clenches, the tension in his wide shoulders. startling, you realise that his his eyes are back on yours and twinkling with a challenge. right. proving it. 

Shuffling between his legs, you lay your head on his thigh and peer up at him. he’s looking away now, of course. You’d be happy to drool at the sight of him semi-hard through his fitted light gray sweatpants (am i projecting? i am projecting) for hours, especially when the fabric stretches just right to give you a barely-visible outline you can’t help but trace with your fingertips.

Which is exactly what you do without realising until his breath hitches ever so slightly, a muscle jumping in his thigh. fueled by the vindication, you start tracing patterns on him through his trousers, palming him ever so slightly until he’s bucking his hips into your hand oh-so-slightly.

You’re too enchanted by the way he twitches against your fingers to realise how teasing your touch has been until you hear a half-whimper escape his lips, sending a jolt directly between your legs.

Pressing your thighs together in a futile effort to relieve yourself, you trail your fingers to his waistband and tug it down, reveling in the sharp intake of breath sounding from above you. 

The sight of his tip flushed red makes your mouth water and your tongue darts to catch the precum beading at his slit before you can stop yourself; the sudden warmth making him jump under you.

Rocking back on your heels, you fumble to pump him with both hands - he’s just so fucking big you can barely touch the tip of your thumb and forefinger with your palm around him - before ducking down to lap lightly at his balls, slick with sweat. kitten licking the underside of his cock while pumping him slowly, you hear him loose a breath slowly before you feel the weight of his hand on your head.

Faster than you can blink, his fingers curl into your scalp and tug your head back, gaze thunderous when his eyes find yours. his fingers tap your cheek in silent command and your lips part on instinct, and then he’s pushing your head down between your legs, jaw aching at the sudden intrusion. ignoring your choked garbling, Beomgyu rocks his hips into your mouth until your nose is buried in his happy trail and holds you there, tears spilling over your cheeks while you struggle to adjust.

the second you struggle against his grip instinctually, his tsk tsk fills the room, mic clicking off before he strokes your hair, so at odds with the fact that he was holding you down with his cock in your mouth. 

“Thought you needed me, honey? where’d my good girl go?” and oh fuck, it’s the tone he’s using as if he’s amused by the sight of you all ruined for him that has something cramping between your legs, breath wet and clicking in your throat as you whine around him, your fists trembling where they rested on his thighs. ‘m right here, i’m your good girl and i need you so, so badly so please please please- 

but it’s like he heard your internal monologue, because his gaze softens in moments, thumb sweeping across your damp cheek. 

“i know, i know. my good girl. take it for me, my love.” And all your queasiness dissolves the second his fingers scrape over your jaw, your discomfort dissipating at the sound of his gentle murmur.

Then he’s going back to his game, leaving you kneeling at his feet and gagging around him. every choke, cough or splutter is met with a quick glance at you; at your fingers curled on either side of your head to make sure you’re okay, not tapping out.

You know if your eyes had even a hint of hesitancy in them he’d stop; his supposed mean demeanor melting to give way to the cuddly teddy bear he really is. but you’ve reverted entirely to a floaty, dazed headspace, where your thoughts feel blissfully hazy and just out of reach, and you can’t comprehend the thought of not being here, keeping him warm. 

You don’t realise how much time has passed until Beomgyu shifts forward, and the pins-and-needles in your legs make you whimper, gripping his thighs for support. Beomgyu immediately cups your jaw, reaching his other hand to rip off his headphones and turn the game off entirely before pulling you off of him, wiping the drool off your lips and supporting your head as you splutter, his patience infinite when it came to taking care of you.

“talk to me, princess. how are you feeling, hm?”

still on your knees, you shift forward with tearful eyes; breath hitching at the bruises you can feel have formed already.

you're barely stammering through "h-hurts, gyu" in a hoarse whisper before he's leaning down, wrapping an arm under your thigh and around your head, lifting you into his lap  instantly. you tuck your face into his neck, reveling in the safety of his embrace as you catch your breath.

he presses his lips to your forehead, stroking your head over and over while cooing praises to you. it takes a while, but before long you're pulling back, kissing his chin with a soft grin. 

"there she is. there's my good girl. so perfect for me, aren’t you?" your shy nod makes him smile, fangs poking through in that endearing way that makes your heart hurt and the warmth blooming in your belly burn. 

“can i have u now, beoms?” 

and oh, you sound so wrecked for him, how could he ever say no?