#wntrr’s ✿ requests

[lucidwntrr]

hiiiii! i was just wondering if you could write something with virgin sub beomgyu where hes lowkey kind of a gooner and reader (who is his roommate) catches him jerking off and moaning her name and then like as the days go by she starts teasing him because he doesnt know she heard him and then finally she snaps and they fuck and yay wow and hes like a mess and whiny and pathetic and yeah…!

anyways! love your mingi fic it was so good❤️

this is so long overdue, i sincerely apologize for the wait- but i'm glad you enjoyed the mingi fic !! i hope you enjoy this one too ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

── tags: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), riding, gooner beomgyu, he's noisy, masturbation, teasing, praise, begging, crying, reader is kind of a pervert, multiple orgasms, he just wants to be used, wc: 3.2k

“mmph, fuck…”

it started on a friday night. you came home from a late class and that’s when you first heard it. you took your shoes off and tossed your bag onto the nearby couch.

“please,” it was a soft sound, a whisper almost, if it not had been dead-silent in the apartment. it was coming from down the hallway, from the room that belonged to roommate, beomgyu.

you walk up to the door, it was cracked open and there was a tiny light peeking through the slit. peering in, you find your roommate jerking off. he was sat in bed, the screen of his laptop being the source of illumination in the otherwise dark room.

his head was tossed back, eyes squeezed shut, and his fist was vigorously working his cock that was leaking all over. the squelching sound almost obscene.

“fuck, so pretty-“ he breathily whines, followed by a whine of your name. he opened his eyes to look at his screen, his hips stuttering up into his hand. you squint, trying to get a glimpse at what he was touching himself to.

the laptop sat at an awkward angle, but once beomgyu's foot kicked it on a particularly hard thrust, you had to suppress a gasp when you noticed was on the screen. it was split in two, on one half there was an image on it that looked eerily like you (it was). the other half played a porn video that if you strained enough, could hear over beomgyu’s moaning.

is he watching that and imagining it’s me … you think to yourself, feeling heat pool below as you squeeze your legs together.

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beomgyu knew he wouldn’t last. he’s watched this video countless times, three times tonight. it’s the only one that resembled you enough for him to get off to. he's tried others, but this one is what really got him going.

he could feel his orgasm bubbling up as the video reached the three minute mark, his cock twitching as the boy in the video gets used, his cock getting relentlessly ridden as he squirms beneath her. he wants that to be him.

“you gonna be a good boy~” the lady in the video purrs and beomgyu immediately moans, nodding his head. "gonna cum for me," his fist speeds up, matching the pace of the video.

“yes, i’ll be a good boy,” he whimpers. if he imagined hard enough, the voice even sounded like yours. god, he needed that. you in his ear telling him how to please you, use him like a little toy, praise him when he’s doing something right. “fucking please-“ he gasps. he just wants you to take control of him.

he can’t count how many times he’s envisioned you walking in on him. laid out on the bed, legs spread, his cock pulled through his boxers as he fucks up into his hand unapologetically. tsking and shaking your head at him for being so shameless.

just as the video hit the four minute mark, beomgyu's favorite part, the lady whispers “you take it so well,” as she bounces on the lucky boys cock, tugging on his hair. he shivers, cock twitching, as his orgasm runs at him.

beomgyu moans at the same time he moans, spilling all over his hand, his third orgasm of the night hitting him full force, cum flying up to hit him in his face and land over his chest.

“mmph-!” he moans behind his hand, not wanting to be too loud. he wasn’t sure when you would be home from class (or if you already were) and he didn’t want to embarrass himself, despite his fantasies.

his hips weakly thrust into his hand, driving him to oversensitivity as he tries to make it last. it just felt so good, the rush so addicting. he feels like he could go again if he really wanted to, but he was pretty tired from cumming three times already.

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the next day, you walked out into the kitchen to find beomgyu sitting at the island. he had his glasses on and was writing something in his journal. his face was in his hand, brows cutely furrowed and he was chewing on his bottom lip.

he looked completely different from the beomgyu you saw last night whose glasses were tossed aside on the floor, hair sticking up in different directions like he was pulling on the strands, bottom lip slick with saliva.

you want to see that look on him again, but first you wanted to toy with him...

“hey,” you greet him, slowly walking to the fridge to grab something to drink. intentionally bending over a little too far, pajama shorts riding up your ass. you can hear beomgyu's pen drop against the counter and he clears his throat behind you.

“hi…” he dreamily sighs out. when you turn around, his cheeks were a light pink and he quickly diverted his eyes back to his journal when you were about to make eye contact, swallowing hard.

with a fresh bottle of juice in hand, you place it in front of him. beomgyu looks at you confused, cocking his head to the side. you feign weakness as you try to pry open the lid to the drink, faux sensual grunts making beomgyu fidget.

“open it for me, please?” you ask with sickeningly sweet smile, leaning over the counter so your chest was in view. beomgyu's eyes flitting between staring at them and at the juice in front of him.

beomgyu hesitantly takes the drink, your hands brushing past each other as you grabs it by the top. he chokes on a gasp, hurriedly opening the bottle with ease and pushing it back your way.

with a whispered 'thank you', you take a swig from the bottle. beomgyu watches the way your lips wrap around it and his dick twitches in his pants. he has to shove his face back into his journal to stop himself from gawking.

but what you say next has him short circuiting,

“good boy~” you cooed, before walking away, ruffling beomgyu's hair as you pass him. you take the drink with you and leave a dumbfounded beomgyu in the kitchen. “you’re so strong.” you add while going to your room.

he doesn't move. he keeps his head down as you go back to your room and shut the door. his face is red and his dick is throbbing, he shoves a hand into his lap to stop the aching. his hands were to shaky for him to continue writing, not like he could remember what he was writing anyway.

that night would mark the second time you would hear beomgyu masturbate. his muffled cries were loud from behind his closed door. frequent chants of your name and pleads as he fucks himself to the two simple words you uttered to him.

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achoo!

beomgyu sneezes again, laying across the couch and his head was tilted back against the arm. it was the only comfortable position he could rest and still be able to breath. his nose red and raw from the constant rubbing.

he had just come back from class, the pollen that hung in the spring air was whooping his ass. he hasn’t stopped sneezing since he’s been home. it was only a five minute walk yet...

you entered the living room just as beomgyu lets out another full-body sneeze with a groan, rubbing under his nostrils. you flinch at how loud it was and he mumbles an apology.

“don't apologize, i was just startled. would you like some allergy meds?” you ask, opening the cabinet filled with different antibiotics. you rummage around until you find the one you were looking for.

beomgyu, not being the fondest of taking pills shakes his head no. “not really, i’ll be okay… just need a nap.” he reassures, crossing his arms over his chest and slipping his eyes shut. and right after he sneezes again, painfully.

you sigh, “come here.” a simple statement, only slightly serious in tone.

but something in your voice must have had some affect on beomgyu as he stilled, his eyes opening before getting up and timidly shuffling towards you, pouting.

you pop two pills from the package and hand it to him, along with a glass of water that you poured for him.

you look him in the eyes as you say, “take it.”

and beomgyu could almost moan at how commanding you sounded, so in control. even if this wasn’t the right scenario, his mind faintly thinks back to that video… and tries not to get turned on.

he turns his head, wanting to avoid the heat of your gaze, pressing the pill to his lips. before he could slip in his mouth, you reach a hand up to gently cup his face, turning him back towards you.

beomgyu's eyes widen, his legs feel like jelly, and he has to shove the whimper that threatened to escape down his throat. he can feel his neck heating up and he prays that his face hasn't changed color.

quickly, he brings the pill to his mouth and places it on his tongue before taking in gulps of water to wash it down with along with his moans. all the while making eye contact with you, as you nod in encouragement.

“god, you took that so well…” you praise, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb and beomgyu almost chokes on his water. he sputters, trying to find the right words and pretend like his dick didn't just twitch, he didn't just leak a bit.

“h-huh?” he breathes

“im just saying, you take it well…” you repeat, and you could’ve sworn beomgyu’s eyes glazed a little at that. “the pills.” you finish, dropping your eyes to his lips that were parted and pink.

“oh r-right, the pills…” he says, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck that likely red. “i-im gonna go take that nap, let the pills do it’s job.” he mumbles, speeding off to his room and slamming the door.

it wasn’t long after that you could faintly hear the same porn video playing and beomgyu failing to contain his moans as you pressed your ear to his door with a smirk.

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you crack exactly a week after the first time you heard him. everyday until now you would hear him jacking off when you walked past his room. and it was driving you crazy... in a good way. you just wanted to hear them up close, see him lose himself like that in front of you.

you were back from your same late night class, it ran a little later than usual, but that was fine. the first thing you heard was beomgyu masturbating...this time he was super loud, not holding back as he pumps himself unapologetically. desperate cries of your name and ‘please’ tumbling past his bitten lips.

“fuck me!” he unabashedly moans.

you walk up to his room, and just like the first time, peer your head into the cracked door. he was laying down, legs bent and he was fucking up into his hand. he was sweating, it was staining the front of his shirt and his pants were tugged down just enough for his cock to be free.

his cock that was leaking copiously like he's already came, a pool of pre-cum puddling around the base of his cock and covering his hand.

"please, please, please..." he whines before loudly moaning your name. his clean hand running through his hair and tugging on them roughly.

he doesn't notice you come into the warm room, his eyes rolled shut, glasses crooked on his face, just when you walked in. you take soft steps, coming up to his bed and climb on top of him, straddling his hips.

"w-what the f..." he starts, jumping but getting nowhere as he was trapped beneath you. he opens his eyes and gasps, blinking rapidly to be sure he wasn't dreaming. he gapes like a fish, trying to find words but they have all escaped him.

"i-i-..." is all he manages.

"thinking about me," you whisper in his ear, placing your arms on either side of his head and cage him, leaning down. beomgyu wriggles under you, panting into your ear heavily.

when he doesn't respond, you continue, "to be honest with you beomie, i've been listening to you touch yourself to the thought of me all week."

"r-really...?" he stutters, his cock that was still is his sticky hand twitches. his face flushes as his skin tingles, getting impossibly more turned-on knowing that you were watching him.

you hum, leaning back to look at beomgyu. you scan his face, his pupils were blown-wide and glossy, and his parted lips were plump and you wanted to close the gape between the two of you and kiss him, not yet though...

you sit back on your lap, beomgyu still looks like he can't believe you're here right now. his eyes just follow you as you move.

"well, don't let me stop you..." you gesture to his fist that was tightly wrapped around himself and fixing his glasses so they sit on the bridge of his nose. beomgyu doesn't quite understand what you mean, eyes still concentrated on the fact that you were here and sitting on his lap.

"you want me to keep touching myself...?" he whispers. his voice small. he looks down at his red cock and then back at you.

"while i watch, yes..." you nod.

beomgyu can't contain the moan that he lets out, one of his biggest fantasies coming to be. you walking in on him and basically bossing him around. he could cum right now if he wasn't so dazed.

"o-okay," he starts moving his hand on his throbbing cock again, a long and shuddering moan comes out.

"good boy," you purr, pushing back his hair that rested on his forehead. beomgyu whimpers, his hips stuttering under you.

he immediately falls, slipping under your dominance. "yes, mmph- yes i'm your good boy." you hum in approval, dragging your hand down his chest, using your fingertips to trace his body and beomgyu arches into your touch.

you continue down, until your hands reach his cock. you pry his hands off and wrap your own hand around him. not stroking, just holding it in your hands.

"please-please do something," he cries. weakly pushing his hands up into your hand. not finding much pleasure as your grip was too tight for him to move.

"again," you coo.

"please, i'm begging you..."

you squeeze him before you start moving your fist up and down his length at a steady pace, his cock jumping in your hold.

beomgyu traps his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it as you take control of his cock. pumping him however you wanted, switching from too fast and too slow. he was almost overwhelmed, the feeling so much more than he imagined.

"w-wait-" he gasps, his orgasm approaching too quickly. too fast for him to catch and stop it. spilling over your hand, when your fingers brush his sensitive tip. "fuck,"

you watch as strings of hot cum cover your hand, tsking at how quick he came just from having your hand on him for no more than a minute.

"that was pretty quick..." you giggle. beomgyu's hands fly to cover his face that was burning, he doesn't care if there was dried cum on one of them. he was embarrassed.

truth was, beomgyu was virgin. he's never had anyone besides himself touch his cock, only imagined that you would. and now that he had it, he couldn't contain himself and ended up cumming too fast. he groans, aggressively rubbing circles into his eyes.

"t-that was my first time..." he mumbles.

"you're first time," you question before catching on and then asking, "like your first time ever?"

he nods his head from behind his hands.

"oh, that's okay..." you reassure, removing his hands from his face. and smiling at him. "we can keep going if you'd like?" you suggest, to which beomgyu shyly nods.

you shift to slip of your bottoms before getting comfortable back on beomgyu's lap. you press your hips down, grinding along the length of beomgyu, his cock slipping between your wet folds.

"f-fuck," beomgyu breaths out, his hands coming to land on your waist.

you lean closer to him, your faces inches apart. beomgyu lifts his head, wanting your lips to touch and you accept, capturing him into a heated kiss. biting his bottom lip softly and pushing your tongue in when he gasps.

you pull back, beomgyu crying at the loss, and reach behind to align his cock with your entrance. finally letting him press his cock into you.

beomgyu's eyes roll back as his mouth fall opens on a moan. it was nothing like he imagined, but so much more. it was so warm and wet and tight. he breathlessly moans your name as he pushes in until he was completely inside.

"yes beomie," you kiss him again, just a quick press for comfort.

"i-it's so good, feels so good," he needily whines, tears wetting his lashes.

you moan, sitting up and resting your hands against his chest as you slam your hips down onto him. your fingers curling and digging into the skin as you use his cock. you were dripping all over him, the sound when your hips met, loud combined with beomgyu's broken moans.

you stare down at him, his debauched look spurring you on. he looked so pretty like this, losing himself over you. completely absorbed in pleasure as his cock reaches deep into you.

"so wet, you're s-so wet," he moans, his eyes slipping shut.

"yeah?"

"mhm,"

"but you're taking it so well beomie, making me feel so good..." you moan. it was those words, always those words that brings him to his orgasm. his brain was mush, so desperate to cum, moaning wantonly, the tears that threatened to fall slide down his face and onto the sheets.

something about him knowing that he can make you feel good. that he can take whatever you give him, like a good boy... his head presses into the pillow below him, his sweaty hair spreading around him.

"i-i'm gonna fucking cum," he cries, more as a warning than anything. he could try to wait for permission, but he wasn't sure if he could honestly. his eyebrows knit together and he holds onto your waist tightly, thrusting up his hips to meet yours, the squelching of both your fluids edging him closer.

"g-god," he shakily moans as he cums for the third time, hard. more tears falling down his flushed face as he spurts hot cum deep inside of you. his body trembles as his orgasm wracks through him, a string of saliva slipping through his part lips as his continuously moans.

"so messy beomie..." you hum, licking up the saliva and kiss him deeply. catching all of his moans in your mouth as he dances his tongue with yours. "such a good boy."

beomgyu shivers, keeping his eyes closed and trying to control his ragged breathing, choking on gasps. when he cracks them open to look at you through his tears he finds you fondly smiling.

god, he hopes we can do this again.

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[lucidwntrr]

hear me out. SUB TAEHYUNNNNN. who can’t take being ridden <3

ahhhh, my first request & taehyun fic ! i was so excited to write this one & hope i did it justice !!

── tags: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), riding, some marking, implied multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise, begging, taehyun cries, taehyun is needy

“god, please - no more…”

you were straddling him, warm and wet with his cock buried deep inside you. the squelching every time you slowly brought your hips down onto him sending him closer to edge of cumming. again.

taehyun was absolutely wrecked. his skin flushed and he swears he could almost cry from how good he felt, sniffling cutely. maybe he already was. all he could do was helplessly squirm underneath you as his fingers dig into the soft skin of your hips.

you started relentlessly fucking him, your pace quick and taehyun couldn’t keep up. his mind still reeling from his last orgasm, cock sensitive and skin still tingling.

“w-wait, slow down, i can’t-” he gasps. he throws his head back onto the bed, giving you opportunity to lean over him and nibble across the exposed skin.

you sink all the way down onto his throbbing cock with a soft moan, rolling your hips against him as you mark up his throat, tilting his head to the side. taehyun huskily panting and whining into your ear.

“aww, is it too much baby~” you taunt, sucking on the skin right below his pulse. he shivers underneath you with a whimper, his eyelids fluttering. his skin erupting with goosebumps and you feel his cock involuntarily twitch, making your breath hitch.

“but you’re doing so well, you feel so good inside me.” you moan, making your way up to his mouth. capturing his lips into a wet kiss, you slide your tongue against his messily while taehyun heavily moans into it.

you lean back with a bite to his red, bottom lip and slide your hands up to his chest, needing something to hold onto as you use him. you look down at him, taking in his appearance. eyes squeezed shut, lips parted and covered in saliva, his sweaty chest heaving under your hands…

"f-uck..." he cries, voice cracking.

with abandon, you start to bounce on him again, slamming your hips down against his. his hold bruisingly tight on your waist now as he thrusts up into you mindlessly. teasingly, you brush a a nipple with your finger, making taehyun tremble and his hips jerk with a drawn out moan being pulled out.

“fuck, please ‘s too much! ’s too good~” he cries, feeling his second orgasm build up. his mind was blank, completely blissed out. the heat of you wrapped around him intoxicating, he could cum at any second.

“too much… too good… which is it,” you giggle with a sharp inhale, taehyun bucking into you, hitting deep inside you. your has gone voice soft and breathy as you too were getting close. “should we stop or should we keep going?”

“i don’t know - i don’t fucking know - i can’t think anymore…” he brokenly grits out between gasps, shaking his head wildly. he starts unabashedly fucking you, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you up so you slightly hover over him, recklessly pounding into you.

"t-taehyun, hold on... mmph-!" you stutter over your words, each thrust hitting right against your sweet spot, making you clench and leaving you speechless.

“i just… i just wanna cum, please…” he weakly chokes out, not hearing anything you say. his eyes glazed over as he looks up at you through his tears. “please tell me i can cum~”

you feel your climax coming, short breaths being punched out of you every time taehyun roughly pushes in.

“gonna cum together, yeah?” you whisper as your body tenses, holding eye contact with taehyun. the tears spilling down the sides of his face, nose red, lips red and bitten, so lewd.

taehyun can only nod in response, his breath catching in his throat when he feels you pulse around him, eyes rolling back as he gives one last thrust, burying himself inside you.

“oh fuck-”

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[lucidwntrr]

can you imagine subby yunho with subby reader

like yunho already suffer from oral fixation and it certainly didnt help when his gf comes home tipsy and get a little handsy with him, yk like small kisses here and there and sucking his finger begging him to do something to her

another fic that is long overdue (i apologize again) . this one is pretty short since i didn't know where to take it, BUT i would love to make it a full fic if anyone else would like or if you would like a continuation.

── tags: smut, oral fixation, teasing, praise, begging, subxsub, yunho loves your mouth and wants to use his mouth, wc: 600+

“yuyu?” you call out into the dark, empty living room as you enter your apartment. you were just coming back from an outing with your friends, and there might have been some drinking involved.

you didn’t feel that drunk, you were tipsy at most. maybe your face a little warm, you were swaying and stumbling over your feet, and your body was buzzing. but, you weren’t drunk…

“in the room,” he shouts in response as you shuck your shoes off and peer down the hallway at the door that was cracked open. you make your way down and enter the bedroom where you find yunho sitting cross-legged on the bed with a book in hand.

he looked good. all messy hair, glasses perched on his nose, chewing on his bottom lip as he immersed himself into the book he was reading. you can feel your breathing getting heavier as you stare, heat simmering in your lower belly.

you decide to climb into his lap, yunho stretching his legs out so you can straddle him. it wasn’t the smoothest move, hitting the bed on the way onto it with an ‘oof’, but it makes yunho laugh and you pout at him.

he peeks over his book, a fond smile playing on his lips. a hand coming to softly rest on your waist that makes the skin under his touch tingle. he takes in your appearance. your face a shade darker and a layer of sweat over you that makes your skin shine.

“had a good time i presume,” he clears his throat and shifts his gaze. his deep and raspy voice vibrates through you. you curl your fingers into the hem of his shirt upon hearing it. his hand gently glides along the curve of your waist and you have to stifle a moan from coming out.

“mhmm,” you hum with a nod of your head, dopily smiling back at him. he mumbles a ‘cute’ before taking away his touch and putting his attention back to his book.

you get annoyed that you didn’t have his full attention, huffing a breath of air that yunho doesn’t seem to notice. so you take your hands a trail them up his stomach.

he tenses under you, raising an eyebrow in your direction as you feel the ridges of his abs under your fingertips. he exhales shakily, lowering his book as his arms feel a little weak and his eyes flutter.

taking notice of his pink, parted lips, you get the sudden urge to kiss him. and you do, surging towards him and placing a tiny one on his cheek.

and another on his other cheek.

and another on his lips. yunho breathily moans, chasing after the feeling of your plush lips against his.

and just one more.

the last one being placed onto yunho’s slender finger. taking one of his hands from his book and putting it to your mouth. you were well aware of yunho's fixation on your mouth and using his mouth and you couldn't help but to rile him up a bit.

“w-what are you doing,” he gasps, a flush creeping up his neck. he places his book next to him on the sheets and looks at you with a slight glisten to his eyes, following where you were taking his hand.

you look him in the eyes as you slide his finger into your mouth, sliding and twirling your tongue around it. your free hand running under his t-shirt and across his stomach, brushing past a nipple as you explore.

“fuck,” he whines as his eyes flutter, his hips raising a bit as he watches you defile his finger. his eyes were solely trained on your mouth, how they looked parted around him. his growing boner was making his pants uncomfortably tight.

you take in another finger, sucking on the two digits as yunho loudly moans and grinds his hips up against you, which makes you whimper.

“yuyu,” you moan, muffled as you circle your tongue around him. you grab his hand and drag them down to between where your bodies meet, pressing his hand against your heat. “yunho, please…”

with a heavy breath, he shoves his fingers into your mouth and groaning as they slide against your wet tongue. his dick twitches against your hand while does it, taking his time to gently fuck your mouth with his hand.

it should bother you how he's hardly paying attention to how need you are for him right now, but it's so hot how he uses your mouth that you don't mind. ignoring your many pleas and cries about how you want him to do something, anything. you hook a finger into the waistband of his pajama pants, and look at him with begging eyes.

once he looks at you, his eyes are glossed over and his face is tinged pink. his bottom lip is red and wet from him biting and sliding his tongue along it.

"please," you whisper around his fingers, a string of drool sliding down your chin.

yunho's eyes follows it before he pops his fingers from your mouth and surges into to kiss you, lapping up the saliva on the way to your lips. nibbling on your bottom lip before he slips his tongue inside when you moan.

"can i taste you," he moans, breaking the kiss by pressing a thumb against your lip. you flick your tongue out against his thumb. yunho shivers as he presses his thumb into your mouth for you suck on, his other hand pressing against your clit.

"please yunho," you needily while.

yunho flips you onto your back, hungrily stripping you out of clothes before diving between your legs and putting his mouth to work.

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[lucidwntrr]

hihi! hru? i hope ur doing well!!

i thought of a juicy fic idea !! imagine pink fuzzy handcuffs (lmao me and my sabrina carpenter moment) on taehyun while using a vibrator on him! (handcuffs are a must because if he realized how good it felt he’d push your hand away, he just wouldn’t accept the overwhelming pleasure)

finally showing him that he doesn’t always have to be the dom one in the relationship—that he can also enjoy it as a sub as well meheheh :3

i like how you think…but i also hope you like this fic <3 !!

── tags: smut, switch!taehyun, vibrators, very minor overstimulation, some crying, edging, his submissive awakening, kind of dialogue heavy wc: 2.7k

“baby,”

you and taehyun have been making out and grinding against each other for the past 15 minutes. it wasn’t messy, just languid kissing with some tongue in between.

your hips twitching against taehyun’s bulge, and his rising up against you. it was like a slow dance between you too, very sensual.

“we’ve been at this for so long.” he groans, dragging a hand down your bag to grab your ass softly. he doesn’t mind kissing you, but he was getting impatient and aching for more.

you moan, “are you not enjoying this?”

he grinds against you, making you moan as you feel his hard cock press against you.

“of course i’m enjoying this, but…” his voice trails off into a whisper as he captures your lips into another kiss, sliding his tongue with yours. “we can keep doing it while i fuck you.” he finishes, biting on your lip as he pulls back.

“mmm,” you moan at that, you can’t deny that letting him fuck you with his large cock did sound pretty good right now.

“yeah, that sounds nice right?” he teases, slipping a hand between your pressed bodies and rubbing a finger against the wet spot that adorned your panties.

you whimper, pressing your hips against his finger while nodding your head and taehyun hums in approval.

“you get the lube and i’ll take these of, hm?” he suggests, pulling at the waistband of his boxers with his thumb.

you slide of the bed and rummage through the drawer beside it for lube. while searching, you did find what you were looking for. but you also found your vibrator and fuzzy, pink cuffs that taehyun hasn’t used on you in a while.

you peer back at taehyun who was distracted, lazily stroking his dick.

you grab the items and hold them behind your back, slowly climbing back into the bed with a smile. he turns his head to look at you, sitting up and resting on his elbows.

“why are you smiling like that,” he asks, quirking an eyebrow at you. you shrug your shoulders, sucking in your bottom lip.

“what are you hiding behind you?” his eyes travel to where your arms resided behind your back.

“nothing,” you drag out the word and taehyun chuckles, rising up and getting close so you’re face to face.

“you teasing me,” he whispers, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb, pressing on the plush skin. “come on, you see how hard i am?” he gestures to his throbbing dick.

“be a good girl and let me fuck you,” he finishes, kissing down your neck. you giggle, his soft lips tickling you. he huffs, leaning back and looking at you with slitted eyes. “what is it?”

“i want to try something,” you vaguely say, shrugging your shoulders again. taehyun nods his head and caresses your cheek, a gesture that says continue.

you pull your hands from behind your back, pink cuffs in one hand and your vibrator in the other, also pink.

“you’re vibrator?”

you eagerly nod your head, eyes switching between looking at taehyun’s confused face and the objects in your hand.

“what do you want to do with that, want me to use it on you like i have plenty of times,” he smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in.

you shake your head and point a finger at him.

“me? you want to use it…on me?” his hand drops from your waist as he processes what you were suggesting.

“yes,”

he laughs, shaking his head. “and where do you plan to use that, hm?” you don’t say anything, instead reaching a hand down to his dick and taehyun moans.

“i-i don’t think it would do much for me,” he responds, his voice breathy as you touch all over him gently.

“have you ever tried,” he shakes his head. “then how would you know, you’re truthfully missing out.” you state your case, wanting this more than you thought.

“am i,” he asks. “i can just take your word for it and you could let me fuck you now.”

with a pout you say, “b-but it feels good, i promise.” you hold out a pink finger for him to take.

he accepts it with a sigh, always a sucker for your pouty face. your bottom lip pushed out and they way your eyes get wide always makes him weak.

“so, you want to use a vibrator on me for the first time,”

“and handcuffs-!” you interject, holding up the fuzzy toy and dangling it in his face.

he scoffs with a laugh, “and cuffs?”

“please,” you rub a hand over the tip of his cock and taehyun shivers, his eyes fluttering just a tad bit.

“you’re lucky i trust you,” he smiles.

you celebrate on the inside, but only smile on the outside. “i’ll take care of you, promise.”

“you better.” he bites back, but something about those words made his skin prickle. he just shakes it off as nerves. he pushes back against the headboard of the bed, hands in his lap as he patiently waits for you.

you grab the cuffs and shuffle towards him, taking his arms and placing them about his head.

“this feels familiar,” he jokes. he recalls the times that the fuzzy item was around your wrists, holding your hands behind your back as he fucks you hard. his dick twitches at the memory.

you smile, taking one of his wrists and gently click the cuffs in place. you wrap the chain the links the two pieces together behind the bar of the headboard before bounding his other wrist.

“all good,” you ask, “it’s not too tight is it?”

“it feels fine,” he sighs, flexing his fingers and moving is wrists, testing the cuffs and getting used to feeling of being restrained. he wouldn’t admit that his heart was racing, just a tad bit.

“you’ll tell me if it hurts, right?” you caress the skin around the cuffs. you admire how pretty the pink of the restraints looked around his tanned skin.

“yes, i’ll tell you,” he answers. “now are you going to use the vibrator on me or not?”

you get eye level to him, the smug look on his face makes your body hot with determination. you grab him by the face gently, “so demanding for someone that’s at my mercy.”

he laughs, his tongue coming out to lick your lip. “i’m just waiting to see if it’s going to be what you talked it up to be…”

you huff, grabbing the vibrator and lube. you squirt just a little onto taehyun’s still hard dick. he hisses at the cold gel and sighs when you rub it in.

you turn the vibrator on, just on the first setting, the lowest it can go. slowly, you bring it down to his now wet dick and press it against the base.

“ahh…” he moans, quickly biting on his lip to hold back the next one. it surprised him is all, the vibrations were new but not unwelcome.

“can you feel that?” you ask, dragging it up his length.

“i- mmph, yeah…” he breaths out, letting go of his lip as his hips jerk. “is this- is this the highest setting?” he stutters, looking at the toy in your hand and swallowing a moan.

“no, it’s the lowest…” you slowly say, twirling the wand and checking to see if that was what it was actually on (it was).

“that’s the lowest-fuck“ he moans, his head lolling back and eyes slipping closed. if this was just the first setting, he doesn’t know if he can take the highest, let alone just the next setting up.

you hum, bringing the vibrator up to his tip. circling it around the wet head. you were enjoying having control over this. it was different, hot even, how you had taehyun squirming. “how’s it feel here?”

taehyun’s body trembles, his toes curling, his face turning pink in embarrassment at how much that thing was affecting him.

“s-sensitive there,” he gasps, his hands struggling in the restraint, wanting to move the toy away from the spot. he should’ve known that, he twitches when you blow him, your tongue viscously twirling around his pink tip.

you move it back down, taehyun’s body relaxes and he swallows, relieved. and for a while you keep it calm, slowly dragging the toy up and down.

until you suggest turning it up a notch. taehyun’s head pops up, his eyes a little frantic as he says, “already?”

with a laugh, you take your hand and start jerking him off while holding the vibrator. “fuck,” he moans.

“why, you afraid you’re gonna cum?” you tease, holding the toy on his leaking tip.

“n-no, just …” he starts, his words trailing off as he bucks his hips into the vibrator. sucking in his bottom lip again, a pathetic whimper bubbling in his throat.

“just….” you repeat, mocking him and turning the power up one as you said it.

“oh my god, baby,” the whine that he wanted to hold back, leaped out of his throat. his eyes rolling back and his hands balling into fist, fingers digging into the skin of his palm.

he couldn’t admit that the toy really was taking a toll on him. even though i’m sure his body was already betraying him, the way he could feel his dick leak, the wet sounds of the vibrations against it lewd.

he couldn’t admit that he kind of liked this side of you, you being in control and having your way with him. mocking him about how he can’t handle something you’ve used on them countless times.

he just couldn’t.

“wanna know a spot where it will feel really good?” you coo. taehyun’s eyes were a little glazed, his face contorted in confusion and pleasure, like he was having an internal battle with himself.

he just nods, not trusting himself to speak at the moment. he had an idea of where you could be talking about, but he still wasn’t prepared when you actually did it… you move the toy to the underside of his dick, pressing the vibrator right against his frenulum-

“fuck fuck fuck fuck…” he mindlessly moans, his back arching and hips trying to move away from the intense pleasure. the chain rattling against the headboard as he tugs against the restraint.

“how’s that?” you whisper, leaning into his ear. taehyun shivers with an unwarranted moan, wishing his hands were free so he could cover his mouth and hide his embarrassing sounds.

“so - so good, it’s so good i can’t…” he whimpers for the first time, his pitch raising an octave, his voice airy. he felt vulnerable having this side of him exposed like this. he couldn’t think with it pressing against his frenulum like that, his brain filled with fog. “‘s so intense.” his words slur a little.

“yeah?”

he hums, nodding his head slowly.

“ready for the next one?” you give him no time to prepare, kicking the vibrator up two levels.

“mm, baby~” he drawls out, kicking up his hips against the vibrator. you don’t even move your hand, he fucks himself against it.

he can feel his orgasm building up, the vibrations against his dick just too much. you were right, he was missing out, he was enjoying this, but he won’t tell you that.

all he needs is a little more..

right there-

just like that…

“no, why’d you stop…” taehyun whines when you cut the vibrator off and glide your hand along his trembling thigh. “it felt so good.” if he had half a mind he would cringe at himself for being so whiny, practically begging for more. but right now he didn’t care. he just wanted to feel good, have the vibrations back.

“admit it.” you say, squeezing the flesh.

taehyun can feel his face heat up, his eyes going everywhere around the room except your face. “admit what?” he fakes innocence, flexing his fingers. he knew actually what you wanted.

“you like it, don’t you?”

he whimpers, in protest and embarrassment. a tiny pout on his face. you’ve never seen him look so cute before, while having sex atleast, and it ignites a part of you that you didn’t know you had.

“i won’t turn this back on until you do,” you wave the vibrator in front of him. taehyun’s eyes following it hungrily, his dick twitching against his thigh.

he shakily breaths, panting almost. “okay you were right baby,” he starts, licking his dry lips before continuing. “i like it- i do, i like how it feels on my dick. now please-“

“please, what?” you push, wanting to see how far he would go for his pleasure. you were genuinely surprised when he said,

“please please please keeping using it on me baby,” he pleads, his eyes glistening and his wrists tug at the cuffs.

“easy baby,” you rub his cheek with your thumb and he nuzzles into it, settling back with a nod.

you turn the toy back on. just to be a tease, you leave it on the lowest setting, knowing it won’t be enough for him at this point.

“uhnn, don’t be a tease. please turn it up, just one,” he begs, looking at you with his blown pupils, tears threatening to spill.

you position the toy on his frenulum again, rubbing against it and making taehyun choke on a gasp. he wasn’t expecting that again.

“who’s in control here again,” you ask, tilting his head back up that dropped at the pleasure.

“i’m sorry, you are…” he whispers, sticking out his bottom lip. “yes- right there.” he moans when you rub his sensitive tip.

he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. it was too much for him. the toy, the restraints, the way you were speaking to him, it was fucking him up.

he didn’t think he could be submissive, so used to being the one in control. he never thought he could get pleasure from letting you have the reigns for once. dare he say that-

“i love it, i love it- you were right,” he loudly whines. he did, he loved how the vibrations felt, how he couldn’t do anything as you torture his dick, loved how confident you were in dominating him even for it being your first time. he didn’t want it to be the last.

you turn it to the max at that, taehyun shouting and his legs kicking at your sides. it wasn’t enough, but also a lot. his orgasm coming at him full speed.

he curls his fingers into the fuzzy restraints, trying to hold back and not cum, not yet, it feels too good. you rub the wet vibrator against his head, pressing roughly against it.

“baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he chants, thrusting his hips now against the toy. the tears finally spill and slide down his pretty face. “right fucking there…”

you kiss his wet cheek, “cum then, be a good boy~” you whisper.

and he does. as soon as you uttered the words ‘good boy’ he was spurting. cum flying and hitting his chest, so going as far as to hit his chin.

he moans through it, stuttery little sounds that almost sound like he’s crying.

“so pretty,” you mumble, wiping the tears from his face and clicking the vibrator off when it got too overwhelming for him.

he pants heavily, sniffling and trying to catch his breath. his legs trembled every now and then, cock weakly twitching in his pool of cum.

you unlock the cuffs, removing them from his sore wrists and massage them, taehyun sighs in gratitude, “how was that?” you ask with a smile.

taehyun looks at you with a ‘really’ face and glances at his body covered in cum, “i think i already answered that.”

“i know, i just wanted to hear you say it again.” you laugh and taehyun rolls his eyes.

“thank you, i really enjoyed it,” he says, rubbing your arm. he looks away, his face blooming pink before he admits, “maybe… i’d like to do it again.”

before you can respond, he hops off the bed and makes his way to the bathroom, presumably to wash all the stickiness from his body.

“really?” you loudly shout as you spin off the bed to get to him, taehyun cringing and speeding up his walk. “wait- really?”

“i said maybe, don’t drag it,” he shyly says, shutting you out the bathroom and locking the door. he sighs, his face was hot and he looks down at his dick that was hard again.

dammit.

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최범규 ───〃A BRAT ? NOT ME !

“just like that, please… i’m gonna cum,” he whines and that’s when you stop. you pull your hand away and watch as beomgyu’s face contorts into one of pleasure into one of disappointment as his orgasm is ripped away from him. “nooo, why’d you stop… keep going, please?” he pleads.

── synopsis: your partner for an important group project, beomgyu, is being a brat so you put him in his place.

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: sub!beomgyu x dom!reader ⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 3k+ ⋆˚꩜｡ tags: edging, bratty beomgyu, hair pulling, begging, handjobs, beomgyu was just jealous, yeonjun mention!!

“basically, i think this slide is lacking some information and we should add more to it. you know, give it more depth…”

beomgyu has always been serious about his work and this time was no different. it was a difficult class with a difficult professor and he wanted to make sure everything was perfect for the presentation tomorrow.

you and him were in his dorm, sitting on his bed comfortably. he’s been editing and going through the slides for about an hour, constantly adding or deleting things that he deemed was necessary.

“did you get the journal that i sent to the group chat the other day? i think it can really help, especially for your section as it ties in the main point, don’t you think?”

he finishes his rambling, lifting his head to look at you as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

you weren’t even looking at the presentation, face in your hand and elbow resting on your knee as you gazed out his dorm window at nothing. the pen in your hand was unmoving, frozen in the air as you spaced out.

“hey,” beomgyu says, rolling his eyes when he gets no response, just a slow unfocused blink. “hellooo, are you even listening to me?” he waves a hand in front of your face that seems to get your attention.

you rapidly blink and shift your eyes, locking them with beomgyu's. you sit up from your hunched position and mumble out a sorry. while digging your palm into your eyes, trying to rub the sleep out of them, you stifle a yawn and say. “you can continue.”

beomgyu annoyedly replies, “whatever. did you read the- never mind.” he heavily sighs and looks back down at his laptop, continuing his editing to the slides.

you furrow your brows as you peer at the screen, “well, wasn’t yeonjun supposed to be covering this section…”

he pauses, his fingers stopping in place on his keyboard and you could have sworn you heard him suck his teeth. “well, yes but yeonjun hasn’t responded to any of my messages in days and his slides are clearly half-assed so… it’s up to the two of us to finish this.”

with a huff, you drop your pen and cross your arms over your chest, “i don’t want to do extra work…”

“i don’t want to do extra work either, but the project is due next week and unless you can convince yeonjun yourself that it’s more important than his stupid sport event than by all means..” he gestures to the door of his bedroom.

when you don't make a move, he mumbles a 'i thought so' and gets back to work, skimming through an article he found useful.

“that sport event are the playoffs, aren’t you aware?” you look him up down as he leans into the computer, fingers flying and eyes dashing across the screen.

“yeah, i don’t fucking care. aren’t you aware that this project is worth 50% of our grade?” he mocks you with a sideways glance in your direction. "anyway, as i was saying. for your section, you can use the journal i sent to add more detail, yeah?”

you knew working with beomgyu wasn’t going to be easy, you’ve heard the stories. everyone he’s ever worked with has said he’s difficult, a pain. people only put up with it for a good grade, complaining that he won’t stop until everything is the way bthat he wants it, but this…

“you need to chill…” you say, which would turn out to the wrong thing to say in this moment, it would do nothing but set him off. he looks at you, his eyes a little crazed behind his glasses and teeth gritted.

“i need to chill?” he points to himself and takes a deep breath. “the project is due monday and we’re not even halfway finished…” he scoffs with a laugh, running a hand through his hair. “i feel like i’m the only who has been working on it. i completed my section, have you?”

you don’t say anything. you were a little ashamed since he was right, you haven’t completed your section. plus, with yeonjun being absent, it was more work for him, but it wasn't like you weren't putting in the effort, you were getting there. everyone is not like him and can complete 5 slides in an hour…

he sighs, “god, i can’t believe i got put in a group with two idiots who don’t give a shit about their grades.”

ouch. that hurt.

you start to get a little angry, and annoyed at beomgyu and his cocky attitude. “jeez, i’ve just a had a long day..” you mumbled under your breath.

he starts to rant, his voice raising an octave as he speaks. “a long day? don’t you think i’ve had a long day too… i only slept for three hours because of my loud roommates, i haven’t eaten since this morning, and i’m always in class or cooped in my dorm working on this damn project, and now it’s almost midnight and i’m still here working on it when i should be sleeping!”

he breaths heavily, slamming his laptop shut and hopping off the bed. he starts to pace the floor, his face flushed with anger and his hand balled into a fist. once he’s calmed down a tad, he stops and stands in front of you, “so yeah… it’s been a long day. i just want to finish this, eat, and sleep. so can we please just fucking focus.”

you were taken aback. his whole rant not lost to your ears, but you couldn’t believe that he was taking all his anger out on you when this was group effort. it wasn't your fault that yeonjun wasn't here and now we had a whole project to finish ourselves. “you’re being such a brat…” you sigh.

his eyes flicker up to yours, his jaw tight with irritation. “a brat? really, you’re talking about me like i’m a child!”

“i mean…” you give him a knowing look and gesture to his angry pout and balled hands. he huffs, his face gets redder as he flusters, his eyes diverting around the room.

“i am not acting like a fucking kid…” his foot lightly stomps the ground and you have to stop yourself from laughing, cause he absolutely was being childish right now. “it’s just that i can’t focus. it’s hard when you-”

he stops himself, spinning around to look at his wall. you didn’t miss the way his eyes traveled down your body before he did, his ears pink. “forget it. never mind…” he muttered. there was silence as beomgyu processed his feelings. he was annoyed, but not just at the project but at you and he can't help the anger that bubbles up when he thinks about it too long.

“actually,” he starts as he spins back to you. “you’re making it hard to focus when you wear shit like that.” he points at the skirt you were wearing, a tight one that settled a little high on your thighs.

you look down, “what are you talking about?” you blandly say.

he scoffs with a chuckle, “don’t play stupid. why are you even wearing a skirt so short, were you expecting yeonjun to be here, huh? bet you were sad that he didn’t show…”

you cock your head to side in confusion, your lips parting but you couldn’t figure out what to say. you were trying to figure out what the hell beomgyu was spewing at you. where was all this nonsense coming from?

he continues, “bet that’s why you wanted to meet in my dorm, cause you know he’s my roommate. where you hoping to have some time alone with him after this?”

you hop of the bed and get eye-level with him when he says that. who did he think you were? did he think you were slutting yourself out just because you decided to wear a skirt, who was he to question what you wore?

“why are you being such an asshole…”

“i’m an asshole? well you’re just an attention whore-”

you don’t even get a chance to calculate your movement before it happens. you hear the smack before anything, your hand landing sharply across beomgyu’s face and your hand stings where skin met skin.

you didn’t mean to slap him, really. he was just being such a brat and you were getting heated, you just needed to make him be quiet. shut him up and put him back in the line that he was stepping way out of.

beomgyu was … flustered. he wasn’t expecting you to slap him, but he didn’t hate it. in fact, he kind of liked it, not that he would let you know that.

“w-what the fuck,” he says between breaths.

the air is hot and thick as you make eye contact. there’s a swell of something that’s spreading through your body and makes you rush forward, pushing your lips against his. this is just to make him shut up.

wasting no time, you slide your tongue into his mouth and force his lips to part. beomgyu gasps in shock, a tiny moan spilling into your mouth, out as he tries to hide the fact that he was enjoying this.

“you fucking bitch, what are y-” he says between the kiss but gets cut off by you spinning him around and shoving him onto the bed, he lands with a grunt and looks at you with bewildered eyes “what the hell are you doing?”

you join him on the bed, straddling his waist. ignoring him and leaning down to kiss on his neck. you leave wet, sloppy kisses along the skin, licking a strip up to his ear and swirling around it.

“f-fuck, don’t kiss my neck like that…” he breaths, his eyes fluttering as he starts to slip. using your teeth, you nibble and suck on the skin, leaving a small red mark that blossoms on his otherwise unblemished neck.

beomgyu bites back a moan, still having a bit a fight in him to continue being a little brat. “what- is it because yeonjun isn’t here? am i the next be-ngh.” you pull away from him and reach a hand up to pull his hair, tugging his head back before he could finish his sentence.

he moans and his cock twitches in his jeans, “d-don’t… don’t pull my fucking hair,” he mutters with no gusto. you give it another tug, gripping tightly on the strands and forcing a choked whimper from him.

“why should i, hm?” you hum.

“i just- i can’t think when you do that…” he sighs as his brattiness starts to fade, his hips twitching when you pull again, gentle this time around.

when his hips moved, you paused. you could feel him pressing against you, hot against your ass. with a smirk you ask, “are you hard?” beomgyu sputters, lost for words as his face burns.

“no, i’m not hard!” he shouts, trying to turn his head to his face but can’t as you hold him in place. he’s forced to make eye contact you as you reach a hand behind yourself and brush a hand over his bulge and gently squeeze it. “i- fuck, well when you touch me like that… it’s difficult not to get hard!”

you scoot back, sitting on his thighs and unzip his jeans, pulling his cock from his boxers. you lick your lips at the sight, all red and leaking with precum. you’ve barely even done anything to him and yet…

“w-what are you doing?” he nervously laughs. nervous because this all that he has ever wanted and he couldn't believe this is happening right now, maybe he was dreaming. “why are you staring at my d-” he lets out a sweet moan when you start to stroke him, your hand slowly moving up and down his length.

he brings a hand up to bite on his finger, embarrassed and attempting to hide the moans that will give away his enjoyment. but all that is lost when, your thumb slides across his tip, “ah, that feels… good.” he blurts out, he doesn't even intend for it to.

“yeah?” you smile, doing it again and watching how his body shivers under you and his eyes roll back slightly as he nods. he hated how easy it was for you to completely tear him down, but he also loved how it felt.

“yeah… please keep touching me.” he whines. and you do, stroking him slowly and occasionally rubbing on his tip in the way that makes beomgyu's breath hitch and his cock leak some more.

“just like that, please… i’m gonna cum,” and that’s when you stop. you pull your hand away and watch as beomgyu’s face contorts into one of pleasure into one of disappointment as his orgasm is taken away from him. “nooo, why’d you stop… keep going, please?” he pleads.

“why should i, hm?” you ask, tilting your head at him before stroking him really fast and letting his orgasm build up before stopping again. beomgyu gasps, his orgasm so close yet so far… “i’m just a whore right?”

“no-i, i didn’t mean it… i didn’t mean it.” he stuttered, trying to thrust up but can’t as you let go of his hair and instead hold his hip down, pinning him to the bed.

he's not even sure why he's allowing this, well he does, but he won't admit to himself for the sake of his pride. he could easily push you off, you were stronger than him and you had free hands, but...

“so how did you mean it?” you press, jerking him painfully slow. each downward stroke has his body trembling and back arching up into your touch.

“i was just…maybe a little jealous.” he starts off confident and his words trail off into a mumble as the sentence continues. you’re taken aback, your hand stopping its motions as you ask, “what do you mean jealous?”

he nibbles on his bottom lip and squeezes his eyes shut before talking. “it’s just that skirt and the way your thighs look… they look so soft, and i just don’t want anyone else to see you in it.”

you laugh, stroking him quicker again. “someone like yeonjun, right?” he gasps, his hands flying to grip the sheets under him and nodding his head.

“n-not so fast, i’m getting close again,” he practically cries, his eyes a little wet in the corners as his tears threaten to spill. all the edging was catching up to him, his cock aching and pulsing, ready to burst.

you stop once he’s on the edge again, a long whimper comes from beomgyu as his back rests back onto the bed and he heavily breaths.

“so how long have you been paying attention to me, hm?” you ask, teasingly gliding your thumb along his wet tip.

“how couldn’t i when you always look like that and smell so good when you walk by me,” he whines, his eyes glossy and cheeks turning pink as he talks about you. his lips are slick with saliva and red from when he bit them. “i- i can’t think around you…”

with a hum, you let go of his hip as you jerk him in earnest again, letting beomgyu fuck up into your hand as you take your now free hand and caress his skin with your fingertips. his body following your touch, twitching.

“so that’s why you were being such a brat.” you conclude.

“i wasn’t!” he shouts and you give him a look that beomgyu has to look away from, pursing his lips. “okay, y-yeah maybe. i’m sorry…”

your finger reaches far up his chest and brushes past his hard nipple. he gasps with a moan, “i’m really- ngh… i’m really sorry, okay?”

you nod your head, pinching his nipple and letting your hand meet his hips as he fucks himself on your hand, bringing him close to his third edge. “please, can i cum now?”

“already?” you giggle, not stopping your hand just yet as he continues his thrusts.

“don’t laugh, i-it’s not funny…” he says frustratedly, a hint of his brattiness coming back as you humiliate him. “stop being so fucking mean and let m-”

you abandon his nipples to tug at his hair again and stop stroking him, a helpless and almost broken moan slips past his lips as you do. an apology already on the tip of his tongue. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry… you’re just making me such a mess. i just want to cum,”

“good boy,” you praise and beomgyu swears he could’ve cum on the spot, his eyes rolling back. “you’re good at apologizing.” you finish, pumping his leaking cock eagerly.

beomgyu can’t help but ramble as he gets closer, his orgasm right there, he could practically taste it. “god, you’re so pretty, so perfect… i-i’m sorry for being a brat. please just keep touching me, let me cum for you.”

“what are you then, hm?” you ask.

“i-im your good boy…” he moans, feeling his orgasm coming to the surface as he says it. his hips rock against your hand and his body gets tense before he does, loudly moaning.

there was rope after rope that spurted out as he came, his hips jerking and his body trembling as he rides through it. and you help, slowly moving up and down until every drop comes out. until the tears in his finally spilled over and he sniffled as he said, “sensitive…” and then you stopped.

as he catches his breath, he looks at you with what you would consider to be sincere eyes and apologizes. “i actually am really sorry for what i said earlier…” he starts. he continues when you don’t say anything.

“not to excuse it, but it really has been a long day and i’ve been pent up and stressed about this stupid project…” he sighs and rubs the crease in his forehead.

“do you feel any less stressed now?”

“definitely,” he laughs. “and maybe the jealousy also played a part… i genuinely thought you wanted yeonjun, who i strongly dislike right now.” and you can’t help but to laugh at that, making beomgyu smile.

“well, apology accepted… i get it.” you assure him with a ruffle to his already messy and sweaty hair.

“thank you. i-i know you didn’t have to accept my shitty apology, but i am glad that you decided to.”

you look over at beomgyu’s abanonded computer and notes that sat next to it, before turning to look at him as he sat up. you made eye contact and beomgyu slowly shake his head. “it can wait.”

he leans in, his lips brushing against yours as his hand comes around and pushes your face closer to his, your lips pressing together.

“maybe you can teach me another lesson.”

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sub bratty beomgyu cant handle edging 😛

i already had a beomgyu fic in the works when i saw this inbox and it fit perfectly with what i was writing, so i incorporated it into this fic:

a brat ? not me !

hope you enjoy it !!