alialialisstuff

[alialialisstuff]

bro, you good?

pairing: loser!beomgyu x best friend!reader

synopsis: beomgyu is the absolute worst best friend to have a crush on. he’s loud, clingy, and always in your space—flopping on your bed, stealing your snacks, and treating your personal bubble like it owes him rent. the worst part? he’s recently gotten hot. like, dangerously hot. and lately, messing with him has become your new favorite hobby, especially when a little harmless teasing leaves him red-faced and malfunctioning.

you were just having fun testing his limits. until you accidentally pushed too far… and he pushed back.

genre: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, comedy, suggestive content

warnings: heavy making out, suggestive content(no full smut), partial undressing, swearing, whiny!beomgyu, reader being a menace

note: first installment of my 2k celebration yayy! also this is based off beomgyu's part in "brain empty, just you". enjoyy!

word count: 4.6k

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2k event | next

the absolute worst part about having a crush on choi beomgyu is that he makes it impossible to not have a crush on him. which is ridiculous, because he’s also the most annoying person you’ve ever met. loud, clingy, and constantly in your space like a human shaped parasite. he flops onto your bed like he owns it, steals your snacks without remorse, and treats your personal bubble like it’s public property. and yet—here you are, stuck pining after your best friend like some tragic rom-com side character.

it’s a perfectly normal weekend afternoon, the kind meant for lazy reading or mindlessly scrolling through your phone, when your bedroom door flies open with a dramatic bang. you don’t even have to look up to know who it is.

"i’m dying," beomgyu announces, like he’s delivering breaking news, before collapsing face first onto your bed. the mattress dips under his weight, and you barely manage to save your phone from being crushed under his flailing limbs.

"you’re heavy," you grumble, shoving at his shoulder.

he doesn’t budge. instead, he rolls onto his back, arms spread wide like a starfish, stealing even more of your space. his hair is still damp from a shower, tousled and slightly messy, and—god, why does he have to smell so good? it’s unfair. like, illegally unfair. fresh soap and something faintly citrusy, mixed with that stupid cologne he swears isn’t for anyone’s benefit but his own. you hate that you notice. you especially hate that it makes your stomach do a stupid little flip.

"how’d you even get in here?" you mutter, trying to sound annoyed instead of painfully aware of how close he is.

"your mom let me in, duh," he says, grinning up at you like he’s won something. "she loves me."

"she has terrible taste," you shoot back, but there’s no real bite to it. beomgyu knows it, too, because his grin only widens.

without asking, he snatches your phone right out of your hands, thumb already swiping through your notifications like he has every right to. "who’s texting you?" he asks, squinting at the screen. "is this junho? since when do you talk to junho?"

you lunge for the phone, but he holds it just out of reach, laughing when you half-climb over him in your attempt to grab it. "give it back, you nosy loser—"

"make me," he taunts, wiggling the phone above his head.

you huff, resorting to digging your fingers into his side, right where you know he’s ticklish. beomgyu yelps, jerking away, but in the chaos, your fingers brush against the bare strip of skin where his shirt has ridden up.

the second you make contact, his whole body tenses like he’s been electrocuted. his breath hitches, just barely, and his cheeks go pink. not just a little flushed—full on, unmistakably red.

you freeze.

beomgyu, who’s always the one invading your space, who slings an arm over your shoulders without thinking, who leans into every casual touch like it’s nothing, just short-circuited because you touched him.

and oh.

oh, this is interesting.

a slow, dangerous grin spreads across your face. beomgyu’s eyes widen like he already knows what’s coming. "what?" he asks, voice slightly higher than usual. "why are you looking at me like that?"

"like what?" you ask innocently, letting your fingers trail lightly over his waist again, just to see what happens.

he jolts, nearly falling off the bed. "hey!"

you can’t help it. you laugh, delighted by this newfound power. "what’s wrong, gyu? you’re always all over me. can’t handle it when it’s the other way around?"

"shut up," he mumbles, but he’s not meeting your eyes anymore, his ears still burning.

and just like that, a game is born.

because if there’s one thing you love more than anything, it’s messing with choi beomgyu. and if there’s one thing he apparently can’t handle?

it’s you.

it starts as a game—just harmless teasing, really. you don’t even mean for it to become a thing. but the way beomgyu reacts every single time your fingers accidentally brush his skin, or when you lean just a little too close under the pretence of looking at his phone screen—it’s addictive. like poking a sleeping bear and watching it startle awake, all clumsy limbs and flustered noises.

at first, you tell yourself you’re just doing it to annoy him. payback for all the times he’s invaded your space without permission, flopped onto your bed like he owns it, stolen bites of your food with that infuriating smirk. but then you notice the way his breath hitches when your knee bumps his under the table. the way his fingers twitch like he wants to reach back whenever you "fix" his collar, your touch lingering a second too long. the way his voice goes just a little higher when you whisper something close to his ear, like you’re sharing a secret.

it’s fascinating.

beomgyu, who’s always been the clingy one, the one who drapes himself over you without a second thought, suddenly can’t handle it when you initiate contact. and the more you test it, the more obvious it becomes that he’s not just flustered. he’s affected.

so you escalate.

you start "accidentally" letting your hand rest on his thigh when you’re sitting side by side, pretending not to notice the way his entire body goes rigid. you lean against him more than necessary when you’re tired, tucking your face into the crook of his neck just to feel the way his pulse jumps under your lips. you play with his hair while he’s trying to focus on something, twirling the soft strands between your fingers until he groans and swats at your hand, his cheeks pink.

and the best part? he never stops you.

he complains, sure. he whines and calls you annoying and shoves at your shoulders halfheartedly. but he never actually pulls away. if anything he leans into it, like he’s trying to prove he can take it, like he’s determined not to let you win.

which is how you end up here: beomgyu sprawled across your lap like an overgrown cat, his head heavy on your thighs as he scrolls through his phone. you’re both supposed to be studying, but neither of you has opened a textbook in at least an hour. instead, you’re absentmindedly running your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp the way you know makes him melt.

he’s trying so hard to act unaffected. but you can see the way his fingers have slowed on his screen, the way his breathing has evened out like he’s fighting not to sigh.

"you’re like a dog," you murmur, grinning when he cracks one eye open to glare at you.

"shut up," he mumbles, but there’s no real heat behind it.

you hum, dragging your nails gently down the back of his neck, and there—the full body shiver he tries (and fails) to suppress. you bite your lip to keep from laughing. "you good?"

"you’re the worst," he mutters, but he doesn’t move. doesn’t even try.

you’re about to tease him more, maybe poke his side, just to see him squirm, when suddenly, his hand shoots up and catches your wrust. your breath stutters.

beomgyu’s grip isn’t tight. it’s not rough or demanding. but the way his fingers circle your wrist, warm and firm, sends a jolt down your spine. your pulse jumps under his thumb.

for a second, neither of you moves.

then beomgyu tilts his head back to look at you, and—

oh.

his eyes are dark. not playful, not exasperated. just intense, in a way that makes your stomach flip.

"you’ve been messing with me all week," he says, voice low.

your throat feels dry. "i don’t know what you’re talking about."

he raises an eyebrow. "really."

"really," you say, but it comes out breathier than you mean it to.

beomgyu holds your gaze for a long, long second. then, slowly, he tugs your hand down—not away, but closer, until your palm is pressed flat against his chest. you can feel his heartbeat, rapid and unsteady, under your fingers.

"then keep going," he challenges, voice barely above a whisper. "since it’s nothing."

your brain short circuits.

because this—this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. he’s supposed to blush and sputter and shove you away like always. not dare you. not look at you like that.

your fingers twitch against his shirt.

beomgyu’s lips curl into a smirk. "what’s wrong?" he taunts, echoing your words from earlier. "can’t handle it when i push back?"

oh, it’s on.

you lean down before you can second guess yourself, your nose brushing his as you stop just short of his lips. his breath catches. "who said i was stopping?" you whisper.

beomgyu’s grip on your wrist tightens.

and then—

your mom calls your name from downstairs, and the moment shatters.

beomgyu jerks back like he’s been burned, nearly rolling off the bed in his haste. you yelp, grabbing his arm to steady him, but he’s already scrambling upright, running a hand through his hair like he can’t believe what almost happened.

"i—" he starts, then stops, his ears burning red. "we should—your mom’s calling."

you stare at him. he stares back.

then, slowly, a grin spreads across your face.

beomgyu groans, covering his eyes with one hand. "don’t."

"don’t what?" you ask, all innocence.

"you’re insufferable," he mutters, but he’s peeking at you through his fingers, and his lips are twitching like he’s fighting a smile.

you kick his shin lightly. "you love it."

he doesn’t deny it.

the thing about beomgyu is that he's always been tactile—always reaching for you, always in your space, always treating your personal boundaries like mild suggestions rather than actual rules. lately it’s gotten worse, with every touch feeling like something more. like there's electricity humming just beneath his skin, sparking where your fingers brush against him. and you can't stop poking at it, can't stop testing the limits of this new, fragile thing between you.

it's been days since the almost-moment on your bed, days of careful avoidance and pointed teasing and lingering touches that neither of you acknowledge. and now here you are, curled up in your room watching some b-list horror movie because beomgyu had whined until you gave in, his eyes doing that stupid, pleading thing you've never been able to say no to.

"this is so dumb," you mutter as the protagonist on screen wanders into yet another obviously haunted room. "why would anyone—"

"shhh," beomgyu interrupts, nudging your shoulder with his. "you're ruining the atmosphere."

"the atmosphere of what? bad cgi and worse acting?"

he gasps, pressing a hand to his chest like you've wounded him. "you take that back. this is cinematic gold."

you roll your eyes but don't protest further, settling back against your pillows. beomgyu shifts beside you, his arm brushing yours, warm and solid. you try to focus on the movie, you really do, but it's hard when he's right there, smelling like laundry detergent and that stupidly expensive cologne he pretends he doesn't carefully pick out. when he's close enough that you can see the way his lashes cast shadows on his cheeks in the dim light of your laptop screen.

then—

a sudden, earsplitting shriek comes from the movie, a grotesque face filling the frame, and you're lurching sideways before you can think, fingers digging into beomgyu's arm as you let out a startled yelp.

and beomgyu—

beomgyu squeaks.

it's high pitched and undignified and absolutely ridiculous coming from someone who spends half his time trying to act cool, and for a second, you're too stunned to even process it. then the sound registers, and you're turning to stare at him, mouth already opening to tease—

but the words die in your throat.

because beomgyu is frozen, his breath caught, his eyes wide and dark and fixed on you. your fingers are still wrapped around his arm, your nails pressing crescent moons into his skin, and you can feel the way his pulse jumps under your touch. the air between you is thick, heavy, the silence stretching taut like a wire about to snap.

your own breath stutters.

beomgyu's gaze drops to your mouth, just for a second, so quick you might have imagined it—but you didn't. you know you didn't, because your heart is suddenly pounding loud enough that you're sure he can hear it, your skin buzzing where you're touching him.

then—

the moment shatters.

beomgyu clears his throat, jerking his arm away like he's been burned, his cheeks flushing pink. "you—you scared me," he mutters, avoiding your eyes.

you blink. then, slowly, a grin spreads across your face. "i scared you?" you echo, leaning closer. "beomgyu. you squeaked."

"i did not—"

"you did," you crow, poking his side. "like a—like a mouse or something—"

beomgyu groans, covering his face with his hands. "oh my god, shut up—"

"a tiny, terrified little mouse—"

"i will end you," he threatens, but there's no real heat behind it, not when he's peeking at you through his fingers, his lips twitching like he's fighting a smile.

you laugh, bright and loud, and something in beomgyu's expression softens, his shoulders relaxing as he drops his hands. "you're the worst," he grumbles, but he's leaning into you again, his arm pressing against yours.

"you love me," you sing-song, nudging him with your knee.

beomgyu doesn't answer. just rolls his eyes and turns back to the movie, but you don't miss the way his fingers flex against his thigh, the way his breath hitches when you shift closer.

the movie plays on, the tension between you easing back into something familiar, something comfortable. but beneath it all, beneath the teasing and the bickering and the easy touches, there's something new. something fragile and unspoken and achingly sweet.

and you can't wait to poke at it some more.

the moment your selfie goes up, you know it's trouble. not because there's anything particularly scandalous about it—just you in your favourite going-out top, hair styled a little more carefully than usual, lips shiny with that gloss beomgyu always says smells like candy. but something about the angle, the way the light catches your collarbones, the hint of a smirk playing at your mouth—it feels dangerous. like you're dangling bait in front of a very specific, very excitable predator.

your phone vibrates in your hand before you can even set it down.

beomgyu: ???? beomgyu: where are you going looking like that

the message burns through you like a live wire. you can practically hear his voice—that particular tone he gets when he's trying (and failing) to sound casual, the way his pitch jumps just slightly when he's flustered. your fingers fly across the screen before you can think better of it.

you: why? you wanna come with?

beomgyu: thats not— beomgyu: i was just asking bro

you bite your lip to keep from grinning. the three dots appear and disappear three times before you finally get:

beomgyu: ...are you meeting someone?

there it is. that tiny crack in his usual bravado. you're about to respond with something suitably teasing when your doorbell rings, an insistent, impatient buzz that could only belong to one person.

when you swing the door open, beomgyu is standing there looking unfairly good for someone who supposedly rushed over on a whim. his hair is slightly damp, curling at the ends like he just showered, and he's wearing that stupid tank top that shows off his arms, the one that makes your mouth go dry. in his outstretched hand dangles your charger—the one you're 90% sure you didn't leave at his place.

"you forgot this," he announces, pushing past you into your apartment and into your bedroom, like he owns it. the scent of his cologne, something warm and expensive that clings to all your hoodies after he wears them, fills the space between you.

you raise an eyebrow as you shut the door. "did i?"

"yes," he says, too quickly, already making himself at home on your bed. "you're so forgetful. it's a miracle you function without me."

you don't call him out on the obvious lie. instead, you lean against the doorframe and watch as he tries (and fails) to look casual, his fingers tapping an uneven rhythm against his thigh. the neckline of his tank top slips slightly with every movement, revealing more of his collarbones than strictly necessary.

"so," he says, eyes scanning your outfit with poorly concealed interest, "where are you going?"

"nowhere special," you say, moving to sit beside him. the bed dips under your weight, forcing his knee to bump against yours.

"then why do you look like that?"

"like what?" you lean in closer, watching with satisfaction as his breath hitches.

beomgyu's throat works as he swallows. "like... like you're trying too hard."

you gasp dramatically, pressing a hand to your chest. "rude. maybe i just wanted to look nice."

"for who?"

the question comes out sharper than he intended, his fingers twitching against the pillows scattered on your bed. something warm and pleased curls in your stomach at the possessive edge in his voice.

before you can answer, beomgyu suddenly flexes his arms, his biceps straining against the thin fabric of his sleeves. "you see this?" he says, grinning that stupid, cocky grin that makes you want to kiss it off his face. "this is what peak performance looks like."

you roll your eyes. "please. i could bench press you."

his eyes light up with that competitive gleam you know all too well. "oh, you wish."

"prove it."

the challenge hangs in the air for all of two seconds before beomgyu grabs the nearest pillow and smacks you square in the face with it. you shriek, more out of surprise than actual pain, and immediately retaliate by grabbing another pillow and swinging with all your might.

beomgyu blocks it effortlessly, laughing as you growl in frustration. "weak," he taunts, dodging your next swing. "come on, is that all you've got?"

in a flash of inspiration, you toss the pillow aside and lunge at him instead. beomgyu's eyes widen comically as you collide with him, sending you both tumbling across the mattress in a tangle of limbs. you end up straddling his hips, immediately going for his most vulnerable spots; his sides, just above his hips, where you know he's ticklish.

beomgyu shrieks, actually shrieks, his whole body jerking beneath you as he dissolves into breathless laughter. "s-stop—fuck—" he gasps, trying in vain to squirm away, but you've got him pinned, your fingers dancing mercilessly along his ribs.

"give up," you demand, grinning down at him.

"never," he chokes out between laughs, his face flushed pink, his hair a wild mess against your cushions.

you're both laughing so hard it hurts, the sound filling your apartment, and for a moment everything feels perfect. light. easy. like this is exactly where you're both meant to be.

then you realise.

your hands are splayed across his stomach, his abs flexing beneath your touch with every ragged breath he takes. his own hands have somehow found their way to your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin through the thin fabric of your top. the warmth of him seeps into you, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath you, and suddenly you're hyper aware of every point of contact between you.

because—

oh.

oh no.

beomgyu is hot. like, stupidly, unfairly hot. the kind of hot that makes your mouth go dry and your thoughts scatter. his lips are parted as he tries to catch his breath, his eyes dark and fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. the muscles in his arms are taut where they bracket your thighs, and suddenly all you can think about is how badly you want him to choke you.

before you can finish the thought, beomgyu moves.

in one smooth motion, he flips you over, reversing your positions with embarrassing ease. your back hits the plush mattress of your bed, his weight pressing into you just enough to make your pulse skyrocket. then his arm slides around your neck in a playful, but surprisingly firm chokehold, his biceps flexing against your throat.

your mind whites out.

your mouth, unfortunately, does not.

"god, that feels so good," you moan, the words slipping out unbidden, your voice embarrassingly breathy.

beomgyu freezes.

you freeze.

beomgyu stumbles back like you’ve just set him on fire, his entire face burning so red it’s a miracle he hasn’t spontaneously combusted. his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, his hands flapping uselessly at his sides as he chokes on air. you’ve never seen him like this—beomgyu, who’s always so loud, so obnoxiously confident, reduced to a stammering, malfunctioning mess because of you.

your own heart is hammering so hard you’re surprised it hasn’t burst out of your chest yet, but the longer he stands there looking like his brain has short-circuited, the more the initial panic starts to melt into something dangerously close to amusement. because god, he’s such a loser. your loser. and before you can chicken out, before you can backtrack and play it off like a joke, the words are tumbling out of your mouth—

“i think i like you.”

beomgyu’s jaw drops. like, actually drops. his eyes go comically wide, his entire body freezing like you’ve just hit him with a stun gun. for a second, you’re terrified you’ve broken him completely, that he’s going to turn around and bolt out the door and never speak to you again. but then—

“what?” he chokes out, voice cracking embarrassingly.

you swallow, suddenly feeling exposed. “you heard me.”

“i—no, say it again.”

“no.”

“please.”

“beomgyu—”

he makes a noise that’s half-groan, half-whine, dragging his hands down his face before pacing across your room like a caged animal. his fingers keep tugging at his hair, his breathing uneven as he mutters to himself, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, smoke nearly coming out of his ears from how hard he’s thinking.

you should probably be more nervous, but mostly you’re just endeared. and a little annoyed.

“you’re freaking out,” you point out, trying to sound casual even though your palms are sweating.

“yeah, no shit,” he snaps, spinning to face you with wild eyes. “you can’t just—you can’t just say that and expect me to be normal about it!”

“i didn’t expect anything! i was just—”

“just what? just casually dropping the bomb that you like me after moaning when i choked you—”

“oh my god, shut up—”

“no, because what the fuck—”

you groan, flopping back onto your bed and covering your face with your hands. this is a disaster. a nightmare. you should’ve just kept your mouth shut, should’ve played it off like a joke, should’ve—

“i like you too, idiot.”

your hands drop.

beomgyu is standing at the foot of your bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his cheeks still flushed but his gaze steady now. your breath catches.

“...what?”

he exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair again. “i like you. like, like like you. have for—fuck, i don’t even know how long.” his voice drops, softer now. “i just didn’t know how to deal with it. thought you didn’t see me that way.”

you sit up slowly, your pulse roaring in your ears. “...are you serious?”

“yes, i’m serious,” he mutters, looking away. “you think i’d be this much of a mess if i wasn’t?”

you stare at him. he stares back. the silence stretches between you, thick and charged, until—

you burst out laughing.

beomgyu’s face does something complicated, caught between offence and confusion. “why are you laughing?”

“because you’re such a disaster,” you wheeze, wiping at your eyes. “all this time, and you were just—god, you’re pathetic.”

“excuse me—”

“you heard me.”

he growls, actually growls, before closing the distance between you in two long strides. his hands cup your face, rough but gentle, and then his lips are on yours—hot, insistent, perfect.

you melt into it immediately, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kiss him back with all the pent up frustration of months of pining. beomgyu makes a noise low in his throat, something between a whimper and a groan, his grip tightening as he nips at your bottom lip. you gasp, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that makes your stomach flip.

his hands roam your sides, slipping under the hem of your shirt to trace the bare skin of your waist. his fingers are warm, calloused from playing guitar, and the way they dig into your hips sends shivers down your spine. you arch into him, pressing closer, and he lets out this noise—this pathetic, whiny little sound that goes straight to your core.

you freeze for half a second. “bro, you good?” you whisper, half teasing, half wrecked yourself.

beomgyu groans, hiding his face in your neck. “do i look good?”

“fuck,” you breathe against his lips.

beomgyu pulls back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown wide, his lips swollen and shiny. “you—you’re killing me,” he whines, his voice wrecked already.

you grin, dragging him back down. “good.”

he kisses you again, messier this time, his hands sliding up your back to fumble with the clasp of your bra. he’s terrible at it, his fingers clumsy, and he groans in frustration when he can’t get it undone.

“help me,” he mumbles against your mouth, his cheeks burning.

you laugh, reaching behind you to undo it for him, and the way his eyes darken when he realises what you’ve done is priceless. his hands slide up your bare back, his touch hesitant at first, like he can’t believe he’s allowed to do this.

“you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, his voice shaky as his fingers trace the curve of your spine. “fuck, you have no idea—”

you cut him off with another kiss, rolling so you’re straddling his hips. his hands immediately fly to your waist, gripping you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. you grind down experimentally, and the way his breath hitches, the way his fingers dig into your skin—god, you could get addicted to this.

“please,” he whimpers, his hips jerking up involuntarily. “please, i—fuck, i can’t—”

you lean down to nip at his earlobe, grinning when he shudders. “can’t what?” you whisper.

“you know what,” he groans, his hands sliding up your thighs. “you’re evil.”

you laugh, kissing him again, slower this time, savouring the way he melts under you. when you finally pull away, his forehead rests against yours, his breathing ragged.

“fuck, fuck—” he’s babbling now, his usual eloquence completely gone as he kisses down your neck, your collarbones, his teeth scraping lightly over your skin. “you’re—shit, you’re so pretty, i can’t—fuck—”

you tug at his hair, pulling him back up to kiss him properly, swallowing his desperate noises. his hands are shaking where they grip your thighs, his breath coming in ragged pants against your lips.

“beomgyu,” you murmur, your voice low and teasing. “you’re such a mess.”

he groans, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. “you did this,” he mumbles, his lips brushing your skin. “you turned me into this.”

you hum, running your fingers through his hair. “and you love it.”

he lifts his head just enough to glare at you, but there’s no heat behind it—just fond exasperation and so much want it makes your chest ache. “yeah,” he admits, his voice rough. “i really fucking do.”

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[alialialisstuff]

Imagine superrrrr drunk gyu and he’s all touchy and needy and horny

DRUNK NEEDY GYU !

Drunk beomgyu is an experience. he’s either even weirder and sillier than he normally is or he gets EXTREMELY sleepy and clingy and emotional.

Beomgyu had gone out for drinks with his friends and you’d received many text messages from beomgyu as the night had progressed, mostly of him saying how much he misses you (or at least that’s what you had inferred he was trying to say, given how many typos there were) with silly tipsy selfies of him with a very exaggerated pouty sad face with yeonjun in the back making a peace sign although he looks like he regrets ever inviting beomgyu out. It was cute at first—“miss yhou sooo muxh :(((“ but it goes to show just how dramatic he is because he’s only been gone for two hours tops, you’d literally seen him just before he went out so you don’t even know why he was acting like he hadn’t seen you in months.

Even with those messages you hadn’t expected him to actually show up drunk at your place in the middle of the night afterwards, he’d begged taehyun, the designated driver of the night, to drop him off at your place instead 😭😭 “babyyyy!” As soon as he sees you his eyes light up and he gets all excited like a puppy, cheeks all flushed from the alcohol, stumbling towards you and engulfing you in a tight hug nearly knocking you over, nuzzling his face into your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist and humming contently, closing his eyes and staying like that, clinging to you so tightly. You try to wriggle back, because oh my god, he reeks so bad of alcohol but he doesn’t budge, whining and holding onto you tighter—“mmh’ missed youu…” he muffles into your neck. You hadn’t seen him this wasted in a while.

Then he pulls back to look at you, eyes roaming over your face and giving you a goofy grin, "You're soooooo pretty." He’s far gone at this point, absentmindedly bringing a clumsy hand up to cup your cheek.

“You’re pretty.” You giggle at how he’s acting.

Beomgyu pulls you closer to him, hand brushing a strand of your hair out your face and he shakes his head, giggling too, "No, you're prettier. I wanna kiss you."

He leans down even more, just about to kiss you but you push him away, “No kissing. You stink, man. Go take a shower and brush your teeth first.”

Beomgyu’s face falls, pouting as you reject his advances and he lets out a dramatic sigh, slumping against you, "But I wanna kiss youuu! Gimme a kiss. Please?” He sulks, looking at you with wide puppy dog eyes trying to get you to agree.

“You can afterwards.”

A small glimmer of hope appears in his eyes, and he looks at you with a mixture of desperation and excitement, "Afterwards? Promise?"

“Yeah, I promise.”

"Okay." Beomgyu drunkenly grumbles, still whiny before heading towards your bathroom and you feel almosttt bad 😭 so you ask if he wanted you to join him in the shower just to make him happier, I mean what can go wrong? Beomgyu freezes at the idea, almost jumping at the idea of showering with you and he has a wide goofy grin on him and excited again. “Yes.” He answers so quickly, voice breathless and he grabs at your wrist, tugging you towards the bathroom.

When you strip your clothes off, beomgyu stares at your body comically dumbfounded as if it were the first time he’d seen you naked before, eyes raking all over your face lmaooo. And when you’re finally both in the shower, and underneath the hot water, it’s nice and pleasant, letting the water run down your bodies as beomgyu wraps his arms around you from behind, cheek smushed against your shoulder and closing his eyes again, his wet hair all in his eyes as he presses small soft kisses to your neck and shoulder and back and he’s so affectionate and it feels so nice and peaceful to he showering with him and you feel so warm, whether it’s from the water or beomgyu, you don’t know.

It’s innocent at first but then beomgyu’s hands grip your hips tighter and he gets more touchy, kissing your neck harder, sucking and leaving sloppy open mouthed wet kisses on your shoulder. You gasp and you can feel him pressing himself flush behind you, letting out a low moan of his own. It’s hard not to give in and you find yourself craning your head back, kissing and making out with him and he whimpers into your mouth, rutting against your ass from behind, groping your tits, eyes practically cross eyed from just that and panting. But then you see him still slightly stumble, and how flushed his cheeks still were and remember just how drunk beomgyu still is and it suddenly feels kinda wrong. And so you pull away from the kiss and lightly push him off you

“Whyyyy?” beomgyu whines and slurs, furrowing his brows at you.

“You’re drunk.”

"So?” Beomgyu argues, letting out a huff and grumbling, hand itching to reach out and touch you again.

You sigh, trying to explain it to him. “You’re really, really drunk. And I’m not at all so it just feels weird to me. Doesn’t feel right.”

"But I want you.” Beomgyu whines and pouts, he reaches out for you again, putting his hands on your waist, “we’re togetherrr….! Please. Touch me. I’ll die!” He breathes out, literally begging at this point.

“You won’t die.” You roll your eyes, “Yeah, we’re together, gyu but that doesn’t matter when you’re like, super inebriated.”

Beomgyu gives you the saddest eyes ever, completely devastated and in his drunken state, he starts to get really emotional and upset, tears welling in his eyes as his lower lip wobbles, “You don’t want me?” ☹️🥺

It pulls at your heartstrings soo bad and you cup his face in your hand as he looks at you with his heavily, dramatic downturned lips, “No, no, no. That’s not it, gyu. Of course i want you! But not like this. It just feels weird for me to do anything right now and I refuse until you’re actually properly you. Just wait until the morning, okay beom? Then we can do whatever.”

Beomgyu sniffles but nods still pouting and looks at you, “Can we still cuddle?”

You try not to laugh, “of course.”

As soon as you step out the shower and go into bed, beomgyu is latched onto you like a koala and youre his tree, not letting go of you at all, cuddling you tightly and within seconds of being in your arms, he’s literally out like a light and softly snoring anyway 😭😭

A/n: sorry to have blue balled you guys 💔💔 but I thought consent is more important to show when someone is super drunk even if they’re your partner and you’re not drunk at all so I personally won’t write it 😭 there’s different laws in different countries about intoxication and consent 🤷‍♀️

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What could've been

Taehyun wishes he had confessed first.

Maybe, if he had told you he loved you before him, you would've been together by now. If he had taken you out on a date, he probably wouldn't be so nervous about how he doesn't have you. And, if years ago, you had only known about your own feelings for him, you'd certainly not be unhappy with someone else.

But none of it happened. You both lost contact and he highly doubts you even remember anything. Although the memories you two shared were the brightest of his life, maybe it already had gone away for you.

Oh, how Taehyun hated to live with only "maybe"s and "what if".

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best friend hueningkai who likes to keep you on his lap and kiss your neck

still thinking about the kai pepero game…

(wc: 2k / warnings: lots of kissing and making out, grinding, cumming in pants, they’re both pathetic and desperate lmao)

kai has always been a touchy person. you only let him get away with as much as he does because you don’t want to hurt his soft heart, but sometimes you wish you had the guts to. it’s not that his clinginess makes you uncomfortable, because it certainly doesn’t—it’s just that sometimes, he doesn’t realize how intimate he’s getting.

when kai asked for a movie night with you, you expected the cuddling. you expected the way he’d pull you into his lap and keep his arms wrapped around you. you even expected the occasional peck of his soft lips against your skin, but you weren’t prepared for his kisses to land on your neck instead of your cheek. it surprises you, but it’s innocent enough to ignore for a while. he doesn’t linger very long, just planting a few small kisses along your pulse point.

you’re able to calm down after a minute, adjusting to your best friend’s newfound interest in your neck. he keeps his head rested against your shoulder, the warm skin of his cheek heating you up. he’s calm and quiet every time he speaks up, making one-off comments about the movie that you only respond to sometimes. with him leaning on you like this, you can feel the vibrations from his voice rumbling against you.

you start dozing off at some point, too relaxed to bother keeping your eyes open, letting your body go lax against kai’s. the slow rhythm of his hands drawing up and down your body helps you drift off; his innocent, soft touches have always comforted you.

“you tired?” he asks, voice low. he entertains himself with the soft skin of your thigh, gently grazing his fingers against it. it sends a shiver down your spine.

“yeah,” you answer, and even you can hear the slow, sleepy lilt in your response. you feel kai’s lips pull into a small smile before he’s pecking your shoulder carefully.

“do you want me to take you to bed?”

you hum, considering his offer, but you don’t feel like moving around. the second you hit your mattress, you’ll probably lose all your drowsiness. “no, i’m comfortable,” you say.

kai giggles, “okay.” he places his hands on your waist and maneuvers you until you’re facing him instead of the television. it’s easy to move you around when you’re so relaxed, just letting him do whatever he wants. you blink at him slowly, taking in his soft features under the dim lights. he looks angelic. you think you tell him that, but you’re only half-awake and can’t really think well.

he brings his face back into your neck, nosing up the column of your throat languidly. a hand on your thigh gently urges you closer, pressing you further into him until you’re chest-to-chest. he keeps his head buried against you, and his affection nearly drowns you. in your sleepy daze, you accept his actions happily, feeling nothing but cherished by your best friend.

the moment builds up so slowly that it barely hits you when he places a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your skin, right under your jaw. the heat of his mouth feels like heaven against you, and you can’t bring yourself to push him away, too comfortable and content to deny his touches. he drags his lips a little further down, sucking lightly against your neck, taking just a small taste of you.

there’s a heat building inside you now, a growing need that you only register when it’s too late. you’re too far into the moment, too entranced by the feeling to pull away. you let him do as he pleases with your pliant body, indulging in the slow, firm drag of his hands over your sides and the glide of his warm tongue against your flesh.

he kisses all over your skin like he needs to keep you warm, humming pleasantly as he brings his mouth to your shoulder. his fingers dip ever so slightly under your shirt, resting on your bare skin, a faint tickle against your waist. his teeth just barely scrape against your skin, and a tiny mewl slips out of you before you can think about controlling yourself.

he pulls his lips off you after that, face flushing red like he’s the one who made the embarrassing noise. cool air hits the saliva trail kai left on your neck, and suddenly you’re missing the heat of his mouth. your stomach’s still twisted up in knots, all worked up from kai’s relentless attention.

“i’m sorry,” he finally says, hands slipping out from under your shirt. his touch lands on your upper thighs instead, just below your hips. you try hard to push down the arousal that pools in your gut, fearing the possibility of making a fool of yourself even more than you already have.

“it’s okay,” you reply meekly. you can’t tell if the silence that fills the room is tense because it’s awkward or because everything feels so intimate. you have to put in a conscious effort to not let your hips buck against his, still perched on his lap. it’s only now that you realize how hard kai’s gotten beneath you, a prominent tent in his pants. you ignore it for both his sake and your own.

“w-we should stop,” he stutters out, loosening the hold he has on you like he’s ready to let you go. you tighten your legs around his, not wanting him to pry you off. this is stupid, and you know you should just go to bed, but you fear what will happen when you finally let the moment fall.

“yeah…” you agree quietly, even though your actions don’t match your words. you stay right where you are, and your eyes betray you when they dart down to his lips. they’re pink and coated with his saliva, and it doesn’t help you simmer down at all. you only feel more restless. his hands find your hips, holding you still against him. it seems like neither of you are willing to pull away.

his gaze flits behind you for a moment. “the movie’s over,” he says.

you hum and nod. it’s quiet for a few seconds as you think of what to say to fill the silence. “it was pretty good,” you say, making boring, meaningless conversation. you’re not thinking about the movie at all.

“yeah, it was,” he agrees. it’s almost like you can see the restraint he’s summoning upon himself to not pounce on you.

nothing seems to dissipate the tension in the air. you’re stuck staring at each other, and it’s like you’re both waiting for the other to make a move. his hands drift a little lower, sprawling out on your thighs. his large palms engulf your flesh so easily. you gulp.

your hands ease themselves onto kai’s chest, ignoring how firm and strong he feels under you. you only put your hands there to ground yourself. you’re only doing this to keep yourself sane. that’s what you’re telling yourself, at least.

“you got anything to do tomorrow?” you ask, voice shaky as you try to keep your tone casual. his fingertips inch up your thighs to breach into your shorts, slight enough to not need to mention it.

“no,” he answers a little breathlessly. your hands trail up until they’re resting around his neck. it would be easy to pull him in for a kiss like this, but you don’t think about that.

“me either,” you say, whispering now. you feel your heart pounding in your chest. there’s a pulse in your core, too, but you promised yourself you’d ignore that. you barely feel able to breathe.

kai’s eyes fall to your lips. you take the opportunity to let your gaze fall to his own, admiring the rosy swell once again. his hands tighten against you in a way that’s barely noticeable, but since you’re so attuned to every little thing happening, you catch it easily.

you find each other’s eyes again at the same time, and mercy finds you both then—you pull into each other hungrily, lips colliding like you can’t bear another second apart. he moans into your mouth, working against you like he needs to swallow you whole. you’re just as desperate as him, hands scrunching up into the fabric of his shirt as you push your tongue into his mouth.

he doesn’t part for a second, not daring to let up on his kiss, and you let him consume you completely. your mind is spinning, and all you can think about is how incredible his mouth is. he kisses like that’s what he was put on earth to do, diving into your mouth like he needs to taste you to survive.

you whine when his palm meets your clothed center, rubbing against your cunt like he knows how hard you’ve been holding back. you grind against his hand unabashedly, possessed by the need to sink into the pleasure he gives you. your hand travels down his torso until you’re palming the bulge in his pants. you work your hand over him in the same rhythm he rubs his fingers against you, calculated and needy.

you’re panting into his mouth now, leaving it wide open for him to swirl his tongue into. your legs clamp around his hand, feeling yourself nearing your peak, and you can’t stop whimpering and moaning. you feel pathetic, you feel like some bitch in heat, but kai seems to absolutely love it.

he pulls away from your mouth to praise you, “pretty. pretty girl. fuck, i really want you.”

you’re entranced by how swollen his lips have become, looking all the more sinful, making your cunt gush pathetically. your stomach tenses up, orgasm approaching quickly, and kai bucks his hips up into your hand. he seems to be getting close too.

“kai, need to cum, please, need it,” you moan, and he doesn’t let up on his rhythm against your core. you almost feel like crying. you can taste your high as it approaches, chasing it by grinding your hips against him faster.

“yeah, let go, cum for me,” he says, sounding just as broken and pathetic as you. your climax hits you like sweet relief, leaving you crying out as kai helps you make a mess of your panties. you feels kai’s dick twitch beneath your palm as you ride out your high, and you jerk your hand over him greedily until he’s spent and spilling his load into his pants. he throws his head back with a deep moan, thrusting up against you until he’s coming back down.

you’re exhausted, sinking against him and leaning into his chest. you don’t even have the energy to talk about the line you just crossed with him. he doesn’t speak up either, only running his hand down your back as he catches his breath.

a few minutes pass, and you think he might be asleep. the rise and fall of his chest is steady, and it almost lulls you into slumber as well. you’d be perfectly content laying in his arms and resting here, but you feel too gross and sweaty to stay. you let a few peaceful minutes pass before slowly prying yourself from kai’s hold—not without his sleepy refusals to let you go—and head off to go shower.

you don’t know if you should go back to the couch with him, or if you should lay in bed and give yourselves some space. you stay in the shower longer than you need to, not wanting to make any decisions that’s going to alter the course of your friendship with kai. you groan; you should’ve thought of that before hooking up with him. you lean your head against the shower wall, shutting your eyes tight. rationality only comes to you at the worst times.

at least you got off. at least he was nice. at least you won’t have to wonder what kai’s lips taste like anymore.

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helpless | bucky barnes

summary. there were certain things that you had never done with your stepfather bucky despite already sleeping with him, however you are helpless when he springs something on you during sex (0.6k)

warnings. smut 18+ mdni, penetrative sex, unprotective sex, breeding kink, spanking, sexual petnames, cheating, brief mention of feelings, slight dubcon, stepdad!bucky (if you’re not comfortable reading this au, then please don’t for your own mental health ❤️), swearing

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

divider credits. @cafekitsune

He was in over his head, but he couldn’t refrain from remaining within the household for the sake of being so close to you. It was wrong on multiple levels, Bucky knew that, however the touch of your skin was like a drug and he was addicted. You had obviously been there the day that he had married your mother, your face politely courting a placid smile to appease your role as the attending daughter. If he had met you first then perhaps he would have married you instead - he wished that he had. You pretended as though you hated him, and maybe you did just a little, though he knew deep down that it was all a part of the charade where you acted as though you were not sleeping with your stepfather.

“I hate you s-, fuck daddy.” His hand had collided with your ass, stopping the lies from spilling from your mouth. He had you exactly as he desired, your face leant down directing your vision onto the sheets beneath you, whilst your behind was raised before him as he fucked into you. Bucky had ruined your cunt for any other man, and god did he know it. You were so tight and unbelievably wet around him; it was heaven on earth, offered to him through your body. Just the sight of his cock stretching you had the possibility of turning him into a mad man, he was spoiled by not only the sight that he drank in but also how amazing you felt around him.

“Hate me all you want baby doll,” you could hear the smirk that he bore through his voice, and it was frustrating, “but you and I both know that you don’t hate my dick.” For emphasis he thrusted harder into you, his tip reaching your g-spot, causing whimpers to echo around the bedroom as your mind became thoughtlessly dumb. “Feel good, huh?” He was panting behind you, the sound repeating itself over and over again in your mind. “Feel even better when I cum in you. Fill you up all nice until you can’t hold it in.”

You froze but said nothing. The two of you had never done that before and his words, whether they had the intention of ringing true or not, had entirely shocked your system. It coiled fear within your stomach, and a meagre part of you had the sensible impulse to say something, to stop Bucky from cumming inside of you. But you couldn’t, your tongue was numbed by weakness, the idea of being made his turning you on like nothing had ever done before. It was an inward battle with yourself, one that you were losing as you felt no guilt, only pleasure.

His hips bucked aggressively into your own, and your eyes were tightly shut and your mouth agape as you succumbed to the orgasm that rattled your bones. Everything about this was wrong, seemingly forbidden in the realm of adultery, however your bodies craved one another as though it was right. “Fuck little girl.” His words alone told you that he was getting close - now would be the time to shove him away, rejecting the act of his seed stuffing your cunt. He had no intentions whatsoever in pulling out, and it would be outright stupidity to allow him to finish himself within the tightness of your walls.

You were stupid, you realised at a moment too late, whilst you felt his warmth determine your futile fate. It felt like heaven and hell filling you, when in reality it was your own punishment for having such an intimate, inappropriate connection with the man that stifled your name out in a groan. The cool metal of his hand trailed down the length of your spine, calming and soothing your worry simultaneously. “That’s a good doll.” He uttered in your ear, emptiness pondering upon your mind when he finally pulled out, his hot sticky seed still inside.

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untitled 05.18.25. (ihavebeenobsessedwiththislookonhimforforever)

mdni 🎤 !! boypussy taehyun x amab reader. implied 6th member reader. implied relationship. use of cunt, hole, clit, and pussy as tae’s gential. oral (t. receiving), minor fingering (t. receiving), risky setting (they're fucking in a random storage room), subtle exhibitionism & voyeurism of you squint, dirty talk, unprotected sex (what?? they like it raw, but please wrap your willy), spit as lube. & id like to thank everyone for patience for the series, i know it took me forever.

He’s been off all afternoon.

Even in the middle of choreography checks, Taehyun’s eyes kept darting around, hands jittery, breath a little too shallow between verses. You chalked it up to nerves until you caught the way his thighs were pressed tight the moment he sat down—squirming subtly like he couldn’t get comfortable.

Now, with less than ten minutes before they’re live, you find him alone in a back hallway, leaning one arm against the wall, head down, chest rising and falling like he’s trying to calm himself.

You catch him pacing—dressed in that sinful crop top and tight jeans, microphone in one of his front pockets, abs flexing under stage lights already. Taehyun’s all glammed up, but his eyes are frantic, jaw tight, mouth parted like he’s been breathing too fast.

“Hyun,” you call lowly. “What’s going on?”

He glances up, expression torn between panic and relief. He looks around like he's making sure no one's watching before whispering, “I need to come.”

You blink. “Right now?”

“I’ve been wet since before soundcheck,” he hisses. “I thought I could handle it, but I’m so fucking needy I’m going crazy.”

You don’t say another word. Just grab his wrist and drag him into the nearest dark storage room, barely managing to shut the door before your mouth is on his neck.

“You’re seriously dripping already?” you mutter against his skin, sliding your hand down, cupping him through the curve of those jeans. There’s no bulge—just heat. Your fingers slip right between his thighs and come away wet.

“Fuck me,” you breathe. “You really were gonna go out there like this?”

Taehyun squirms under your touch, moaning softly. “Please. Please, just—I need it now.”

You drop to your knees, yanking his pants and red boxers down in one swift motion. His thighs tremble, slick already shining along his cunt lips, puffy and soaked.

“Can’t waste time,” you say, leaning in to lap through the mess. He gasps, biting into his knuckle to muffle the sound as your tongue flicks up and down, curling inside him just enough to make his knees knock together.

You don’t stop. You suck and lick like it’s the last thing you’ll ever taste, two fingers pushing in alongside your tongue as he drips down your palm. He’s so tight, clenching already, hole fluttering around your fingers when you curl them just right.

He looks wrecked already, holding onto the crate for dear life.

“Turn around,” you command. “Bend over.”

He obeys, legs spread, pussy clenching around nothing as he arches his back. You spit on your cock and line up, barely pushing the tip in before he’s whining and rocking back.

You grip his waist, steadying him, and thrust in deep.

“S-shit—” he sobs, head dropping.

“Quiet,” you growl in his ear. “Unless you want the staff to hear what a needy little mess you are.”

He nods frantically, tears already smudging his eyeliner. You fuck him slow, deep, making sure he feels every inch. His cunt milks you, warm and tight and sloppy, sucking you in every time you try to pull back.

“Dripping all over my cock,” you murmur, leaning over him. “Bet the fans would go insane if they saw you like this—bent over backstage, stuffed full.”

Taehyun shudders under you, whole body shaking as you fuck him faster. You reach under to stroke his clit, teasing it while he gasps, his voice catching in his throat.

“I’m gonna—fuck—I’m coming—”

He clenches so tight it knocks the breath out of your lungs, pussy fluttering around you as he comes undone. You snap your hips forward once, twice—and bury yourself as deep as you can go, spilling inside him with a low groan.

Neither of you move for a beat. Then a knock echoes outside the door.

“Standby!”

Taehyun scrambles to fix himself, still twitching. You help him pull his jeans up, rub his thighs to keep him steady. His hole’s leaking already, and you take a second to tuck the mess into his briefs before helping him hold his mic and fix his crop top.

He wipes his eyes, breathes deep—and smirks.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he mutters, voice still wrecked.

“You’re lucky you can still walk,” you shoot back.

He winks as he steps out the door. “Barely.”

after show blooper

Back in the waiting room, Beomgyu flops dramatically onto the couch, chugging half a water bottle before letting out a smug little, “Wow.”

Everyone glances at him.

He nods toward Taehyun without even trying to be subtle. “You were really... feeling that second chorus, huh?”

Taehyun freezes for half a second too long. “What?”

“That body roll?” Beomgyu grins. “Bro, you looked like you were about to come on stage. Not that I’m judging—just… damn.”

Soobin snorts. “Beomgyu.”

Taehyun flushes to the tips of his ears. “It’s called performing with passion,” he snaps, a little too defensively.

Beomgyu just hums, swinging his legs over the arm of the couch. “Mmhm. Passion. That’s what we’re calling it now.”

His eyes flick to you for half a beat—just enough to let you know: he knows.

(honorable mention of the series)

[alialialisstuff]

I can stop imagining Bucky roughly fucking me with his vibranium fingers while he rubs my clit with his cock😩

he makes you squirt from it too <3

those fingers vibrate and he uses them almost all the fucking time just to get you to soak his palm and his lower stomach while he’s groaning lowly in your ear and grinding hjs own hipsinto the mattress

“give it to me baby, make a mess so it’s easier for me to stretch you out with my fat cock.”

[alialialisstuff]

i should be feeling buckys metal arm on my waist while i ride him after a long day

after a long day and he holds you up majority of the time but he does not give a shit cause then he can watch your pretty tits bounce with each move if your body on his cock

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need bucky to be fucking you while in missionary and your knees are pressed as far as they can go towards your chest and his giving him support by holding onto the headboard — his flesh hand holding the back of your head and tipping it down, making you watch his cock slowly pump in and out.

“look how your pussy stretches for my cock — like she was made for me.” he purrs, his eyes never leaving the way your cream covers his shaft with each stroke, your heavy breathing and whining when his tip kisses that sweet spot deep in you from a long stroke.

“love fillin’ her up, hearin’ how fuckin’ wet she gets with daddy’s dick,” he grunts, as his cock twitches, your hands gripping any part of him that you can get. he chuckles, “wrap your legs ‘round me, doll.” and you do as he says, pulling him in closer by the waist.

“atta’ girl.” he praises, while he cock pumps deeper into you, his flesh hand letting go of your chin and to press on the bottom of your tummy where his cock pokes under your stomach.

“daddy…” you can only mewl, head resting back on the pillows as your arms come to his shoulders. he grins wickedly, before moving that same flesh hand down further to thumb your clit

“what is it, pretty baby? what do you need? daddy’s dick not good enough?” he fake pouts as his thumb presses harder on your clit and you try to shake your head ‘no’ but you’re cumming on his cock in a second without even realizing it.

you were that deep in subspace.

“that’s right, good fuckin’ girl. didn’t even know you were gonna cum, did you doll? no, i know you didn’t. little slut.” he growls, letting go of your clit and pulling out, before flipping you on your stomach and pulling your hips up enough for a pillow to be shoved under neath

“since my little cocksleeve already came,” he said, before spreading your asscheeks and teasing pussy with the tip of his cock. “i’m gonna fuck this pretty cunt until i’m done cumming. and you know i don’t get tired, sweetheart.”

he bends over you as his cock slides in, moans leaving your mouths as his lips ghost the shell of your ear.

“buckle up, baby, daddy’s gonna fuck a baby into you.”

“please, daddy…oh please…” those were the only pleas that left your lips that night.

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humbly asking (if it inspires you) for more hairy pussy content 🤭

of fucking course~ i love love love hairy pussies :3 i'll do a little thought for each member :D

cw. hairy pussies ofc, sex implied in most of them but there's no super intense smut, swearing, a smidgen of cunnilingus, lingerie, kissing, smelling lol,

yeonjun waking up next to you after a cute night of ~love making~ teehee and the morning light spills in through the cutains and blinds, catching the little curls between ur legs and fuck he just can't help but let his mind wander back to last night. to going down on you, tasting you, feeling you all over his face, loving every inch of you. and no matter how hard he tries, he can't hold back from inching back down there to give u a cute little kiss right on top of ur hair. you don't even wake up, he's so gentle. and it's like a little secret he keeps between himself—not that you'd disapprove, just thinks its cute that the gets to give ur hairy pussy secret lil kissies in ur sleep <3

maybe soobin's gf always, always keeps it shaved—nothing wrong with hair in your mind, just ur preference—but you decide to grow it out. and it slowly keeps growing but he hardly even notices it. until one day, he does. pulling ur panties off and o.O why hadn't he noticed before? nudging ur hairy spot with his nose while he's kissing all over ur thighs, because he wants to take. his. time. tonight. wants to savor every fucking second of looking at you, feeling ur hair on his nose and lips, inhaling ur scent, he wants to draw out every last second.

beomgyu goes crazy at the sight of ur hair through a pair of lacy panties. i mean, his head is already spinning at the sight of you in the sexiest set of black lingerie the man's ever seen, but noticing the lil curls through the lace sends him right over the edge. he sits on the edge of the bed, pulling you closer by your hips, kissing ur tummy while his eyes quite literally buldge out of his head just staring at ur beautiful hairy pussy. he can't even decide if he wants to take them off ur body or not; just such a perfect frame to ur hair.

taehyun is laying in bed with you on a lazy morning off, ur laying back against his chest while both of u stare up at the ceiling, just talking about your days or whatever you wanna. and he's tracing little shapes all over ur tummy with his fingertips, ur stomach jerking every so often at the tickle. then his hand sneaks down a little further, letting his fingers sift through the hair in slow, gentle, rhythmic shapes that mimic what he was doing earlier, its just that much more intimate.

hueningkai hasn't seen u in weeks and the moment he sees u, he's undressing you—just like ur doing to him—but he buries his face against ur hairy pussy, breathing you in, letting the familiar texture ground him and he finally feels like he's home. and maybe you think its a bit odd, but you still love the way he rubs his entire fucking face—cheeks, chin, nose, lips, forehead, the whole thing—all over ur hairs, just wanting to feel you in the deepest way he can. just thinks ur so cozy and makes him feel soso close to you.

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Pairing: fem! Reader x Rockstar! Huening kai

Warnings: slightly smutty more like teasing

Summary: A routine makeup job turns into a hard game of don’t fuck your client when Kai sets his sights on you.

The first time you saw Huening Kai in person, you almost forgot how to breathe.

He was the kind of man who commanded attention effortlessly. The room bent to his presence, like a stage light drawn to its star. Dark waves of hair curled just past his ears, tousled in a way that made it look like he’d just rolled out of bed. His lips, full and perpetually curved into a devious smirk, moved lazily as he chewed on his gum. He'd been trying to quit cigarettes recently. Said the look was cool, but it ruined his voice.

He was all sharp angles and smooth confidence. The leather jacket slung over his shoulders smelled of peppermint and expensive cologne. He looked like trouble, and you were about to spend the next hour inches away from his face.

Lucky you.

“Gonna keep staring, sweetheart, or are you gonna make me look pretty?” His voice was a lazy drawl, dripping with amusement.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the way your stomach clenched at the nickname. “You already look pretty. I’m just making you camera-ready.”

Kai chuckled, tilting his head back slightly. “Flattery won’t make me behave.”

You scoffed, dabbing at the liner brush before stepping closer. “Good thing I don’t need you to behave.”

His gaze burned into yours as you leaned in, his breath warm and laced with spearmint. Up close, he was even more dangerous. He was the kind of man your mother warned you about. But as you traced the sharp edge of his cheekbone with a gentle finger, steadying his face, you knew it was already too late.

“Stay still,” you murmured, brushing the first stroke of black eyeshadow against his lower lash line.

To your surprise, he obeyed, though the smirk remained. “You’re good at this.”

“It’s my job.”

“Yeah, but you’re really good at it.”

You swallowed, trying to ignore the way his voice sent shivers down your spine. “I know your game, Kai. Flattery won’t work.”

Kai’s lips twitched. “Oh? What’s my game?”

You rolled your eyes in response.

The tension between you thickened with each passing second. His breath ghosted over your skin, and you could feel the way his body radiated warmth under the dim vanity lights. Your fingers twitched as you swiped the brush along his upper lash line, slow and deliberate.

He exhaled sharply when you finished. "You're awfully close," he muttered, though he did not pull away.

"So move," you challenged.

Kai didn't. Instead, his fingers, cool from the rings he wore, found their way to your waist, tugging you just slightly forward. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t stop him. Didn’t even try. His lips curled as he watched goose bumps grow on your soft dark skin and your eyes darkened, hesitating between pulling away and giving in.

"I don't think I want to." His voice was husky now, more dangerous and alluring.

You should have stopped him when his hands slid up your sides. Should have walked away when his lips brushed against your jaw, featherlight, testing. But you didn't. Instead, you sighed into his touch, letting yourself be drawn into his game.

"We can't," you whispered.

Kai hummed against your skin, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss just beneath your ear. "Mhm. Then move."

He repeated your words back to you.

You gave a small chuckle, placing your hands on his shoulders, looking him up and down like you were sizing him up.

Kai watched you closely, his smirk deepening when you didn’t pull away. His grip on your waist tightened just enough to make your pulse quicken. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Your breath caught when he leaned in, his nose barely grazing yours. He was giving you the chance to stop this. To step back. But he knew you were already caught in his web.

Instead of answering, you slid your hands from his shoulders to his toned chest, fingers brushing against the cool metal of his necklace. The air between you thickened, his lips hovering just close enough to make you ache. Kai slowly took the gum out of his mouth, discarding it under his chair.

"Kai," you whispered, but you weren’t sure if it was a warning or an invitation.

He took it as the latter.

His lips met yours in a slow, unhurried kiss, as if he had all the time in the world to play with you. He tasted, of course, like spearmint and something sweeter, something distinctly him. One of his hands slid up the back of your thighs, lifting your skirt slightly to allow him more access.

You sighed against him, melting into the warmth of his touch, the press of his body against yours. Your hands tightened around his shirt, grabbing a fistful and pulling him impossibly closer.

Kai broke the kiss first, but didn’t go far. His lips lingered just beside yours, his breath warm as he whispered, "You're mine now."

Kai’s lips moved against yours once more, just as slow and deliberate as the first, as if he wanted to make you beg for more. His hand slid up from your thighs to your waist, fingers pressing into your skin, hands oh so close to your ass.

You barely noticed when your back met the edge of the vanity, the cool surface contrasting with the warmth of his body against yours. He stood from his chair, towering over you. You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly, and he let out a quiet groan that sent a shiver down your spine. He leaves the kiss, trailing down your jaw to the curve of your neck, kissing and nipping just enough to make your head tilt back.

"Kai," you breathed. That was definitely an invitation this time, your eyes fluttering shut as his hands gripped your hips harder, pulling you closer.

"Do you only know my name now, sweetheart?"

Then, just as he nips at your collarbone and his hand gropes your breast—

A loud knock echoed through the dressing room.

"Kai! You’re needed on set in five!"

You both froze. For a moment, neither of you moved, your breathing heavy in the charged silence. Then, Kai let out a low, frustrated sigh against your skin.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, lightly punching the top of the vanity before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes were dark, his expression laced with something that sent another rush of heat through you.

"You should go," you murmured, though you made no effort to move away.

Kai huffed a quiet laugh, his thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip. "And leave you like this?"

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your body still craved his touch. "Your photoshoot, remember?"

His gaze flickered to your lips, then back to your eyes, as if debating whether to steal another kiss. Instead, he exhaled heavily and took a step back, dragging a hand through his hair.

"This isn’t over," he murmured, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as he grabbed his jacket from the chair.

Then he was gone, leaving you aching for more.

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if the boys had a pussy eating competition who do you think would win and who do you think would fight the absolute hardest over it? 😭😭

cw. cunnilingus.

kipo......kipo kipo kipo........i talked about this FOREVER ago and i really wanna write a full fic but idk if i have the writing chops to do it. but thinking about them having a pussy eating competition and the competition is who can make u cum the fastest <3 not necessarily the best, but the fastest, yk?

i think yeonjun would honestly get too excited, not just about the pussy eating but also WAY too competitive and kinda buckle a lil bit. and he's all confused bc usually he does so well under pressure and in a competitive setting!! but u just have such a magical pussy that he just can't handle it lol

giiiirl i think soobin would give up. as in, he don't give a fuck about the competition, he just wants to eat your pussy. so he comes in dead last fr.

beomgyu.. eh middle of the pack. he's good at it, just not necessarily his specialty, you know?

taehyun wins. by a lot. like yeonjun, he also gets really into it and also thrives on competition, but he doesn't let your mesmerizing taste fuck him up as much as yeonjun lets it.

hueningkai probably comes in second because he is just SUCH A FKN MUNCH like oh my fucking goodddddddd PLEASE those lips are so plush and soft and he KNOWS how to use them fr. he knew exactly what the fuck he was foing when he was eating that fkn ice cream (if anyone has that video, lmk LOL)

so in conclusion (in order of speed):

taehyun (winner)

hueningkai

beomgyu

yeonjun

soobin (last place)

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Somno with Beomgyu pretty please

okieokie luv how u said pls :3

warning(s): !!smut mdni! beomgyu x reader, somno, humping

ʚɞ feel like this would be more of your idea than his,, begging him to take you while you’re sleeping and at first he’s confused but then does his research like the good bf he is and finds it SO hot

ʚɞ fantasizes about it for a good month before finally having the courage to sneak a hand down your sleeping shorts from behind,, rubbing your pussy gently to get you wet :3 practixally moans as he feels your slick coating his fingers, yet you’re still fast asleep

ʚɞ humps the back of your thigh as he rubs your clit, trying to get off but still getting used to doing this while you’re asleep. and you have no idea what wakes you up first, the approaching of your orgasm or the way beomgyu moans from cumming too early <33

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can you do yeonjun with a handgag kink? he has the prettiest hands ever🤤 like two nerds fucking in the empty library?😩😩😩

warning(s): !!smut mdni!! college au, dom!yeonjun,, fingering, handgag kink, exhibitionism

you sitting on yeonjun’s lap, one of his hands down your pants and the other wrapped so prettily against your mouth <33 pressing so hard against your lips to prevent those noisy sounds from coming out.. be a good girl and keep them in for him??

not usually a place he’d rub your pussy at, but the way you practically grinding onto him as you grabbed a much needed book for your uni class on the bottom row… didn’t realize you were such a tease~

the library was practically empty at 2am on the first week of classes, and it only turned him on even more, slipping a finger inside you needy hole. don’t moan baby… do a good job and i’ll reward you later hm?

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cw: high sex, p in v, unprotected sex, college au, dirty talk, creampie, fem!reader, full on nsfw

a/n: i have no clue whats going on in moablr w all this beef and im not abt to get into it😭 anyways i tried writing something different so i hope u guys enjoy hehe. been in my beomgyu thoughts lately since my crush who unfortunately is taken reminds me of him😔💔

smoke and the scent of weed filled the room you and gyu were in, along with both of your sweet moans of pure ecstasy. you were both high, passing around the joint you two were smoking as your hips grinded softly, riding your cute boyfriend while glancing at his half lidded eyes. you were almost sure the people next door to you in your dorm could hear you.

his hand was on your hip, guiding you sensually as his other hand took the joint from your own hand, soft whimpers leaving his mouth as he felt your warmth around his cock.

“fuck.. jus’ like that baby..” he would encourage, his voice slightly slurred and deep as he watched you move on him.

he slammed his hips into you over and over again after the joint was finished and put out in the ashtray next to your bed on your nightstand, his hands holding your hips securely as he fucked your pussy from behind, moaning deeply and lowly, his movements almost lazy.

“pussy so tight f’ me baby.. take me so well..” he grunted, a ring of cum around his cock from your previous orgasms together, his cock disappearing into your pussy and reappearing again with each deep, hard thrust.

he finishes by cumming into your sweet, warm pussy, his face burying into your neck as he moans into it pornographically, his breath heavy and warm against your skin.

his cum oozes and leaks out of your hole slowly, dripping down onto your messy sheets that were already stained.

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soobin as a hentai producer <3333

warning(s): !!smut mdni!! pervy soob, forced orgasm, masturbation (m.), ummmm office worker!reader, he also makes hentai inspired by reader lol, exhibitionism honedtly just a ramble, not proofread or anything….

mmmmm hentai producer!soobin who probably should feel guilty for making all the women in his videos look a certain way… beautiful and a bit innocent, just like the girl he rides the public bus with.

sketching you on days he sits across from you, making sure that he has the vision for his next animation <3 making sure his favorite parts of you are in excruciating detail. of course he won’t show these drafts to the main animators of his company, but enough to reflect on as he sits in meetings, giving feedback on how the film is going

sitting at his desk, watching the final draft of the film,, squirming so badly in his chair… he can’t fight off the erection.. this particular film.. she looks just like you. the icing on the cake would have been if the male character looked just like him but it would be too suspicious wouldnt it?

he shuts his laptop and beelines for the closest bathroom, hoping no one would be there— it wouldnt matter though. his urges to fuck the girl on the bus are too high for him~

the way the pencil skirt hugs your thighs every morning… an office woman~ maybe he should offer you a job? shaking his head, soobin pulls down his pants in one of the many open stalls, slightly moaning at the relief from constraint his cock was in.

going back to thinking about you,, the way your blouse hugs your chest and your legs glistening in the morning sun that seeps through the bus windows. fuck he needs you. and needs you now.

he pulls the hentai film up on his phone, plugging his headphones in shakily from desire and adrenaline. leaning against the wall and gripping the base of his dick, he watches as animated you slowly undress, revealing such a beautiful body, he could worship for days.

he could only hope that his depiction of your ass, tits and pussy were close to reality. not too long after, he’s biting his lip so hard, that his pathetic moans wouldn’t escape. one hand pumping his cock raw and the other replaying the same portion of the video,, his pent up desire makes him lose time.

he’s forced to cum earlier than he wanted, rushing to catch the next bus. able to get a seat, he waits until you get on. so eager, isn’t he? perv who came not too long ago to the idea of you now hopes the bus would be full enough to have your ass directly in his face <33

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Crossed Lines

A break up, years of friendship, a power outage and then… oops. No going back.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: SMUT! Not proofread. Non!idol au. Friends to lovers. Sex on a couch. Unprotected sex bc fiction. Oral f!recieving.

AN: I debated posting this bc i’m insecure abt this one lowkey lmao. Might delete </3

Soobin, oh Soobin. Your soft, kind and awfully handsome friend. The one person who’s always been there - rain or shine. And here he is today, helping you haul boxes out of your no exes place, late at night, while you keep sniffling and tearing up. You’ve been newly single for two weeks now and, honestly? Soobin couldn’t be happier. But he’s not about to share that with you. Especially since being back here and moving your stuff out of he who shall not be named’s apartment seems to have opened up some old wounds for you. He finishes putting the last box of your stuff into his trunk and turns to you. You look adorable. Wearing his hoodie he gave you because it had suddenly gotten cold during your 1am moving out heist.

“You okay?” He asks, softly. His deep voice is gentle and calming as he reaches out to touch your arm.

“Yeah. Should we?” You answer, gesturing to the car. You climb into the passenger seat as he gets on the other side and starts his car. He helps you haul the boxes back up the steps into your own apartment, like the angel he is, and offers to make you dinner. Dinner at 2am? He laughs when you shake your head and makes you tea instead.

“So, uh, I'll see you soon?” He asks, handing you a mug. He puts his hands in his pockets and prays to every god he can think of that you’ll ask him to stay.

You sigh and look down at the mug. “Do you… wanna stay? It’s lonely living alone now.”

If Soobin could do backflips, he would have done one at this moment. But he keeps his cool and smiles at you sweetly. “Of course I will. Wanna watch a movie?”

You nod and watch him as he reaches for your tv’s remote and flops down next to you on the couch. You guys have stayed on each other's couches a million times before, but never when you were both single. He’s also glad you asked him to stay because he’s kind of exhausted from carrying all of those boxes, but he won’t tell you that. He was your hero today, and it’s making his ego soar. You’re both exhausted, to be honest, it's almost 2am now and all the crying you did today has worn you out as well. Thats why your eyes flutter open a few hours later, 4:30am according to your phone, and find Soobin asleep next to you. You had somehow ended up with your head resting on his shoulder and his head resting on top of yours. His arm is behind you on the back of the couch, his fingers lightly touching your shoulder. His legs are still splayed out in front of him on your coffee table and yours are tucked up beneath you, your knees just touching his thigh.

He looks beautiful when he sleeps. His hair is a little messy from how many times he ran his hands through it today and his pouty lips look even more pouty when his face is completely relaxed in sleep. You stare at him for a minute, enough to make you feel like a creep. You don’t want to move. You wonder if he’s gonna be uncomfortable when he wakes up from sleeping like this, but at this moment. You kind of don’t care. You selfishly lay your head back down on his shoulder and close your eyes again. Falling asleep feeling safe tucked up against your best friend's side.

The next morning, he wakes up first and gently untangles himself from you. When you wake up he’s pulling on his shoes and jacket.

“Good morning.” He smiles down at you. His voice was slow and lazy and laced with sleep. You guys have slept at each other's places before, but you’ve never spent the night cuddling. That was new, and it should probably feel awkward, but with Soobin it doesn’t - of course it doesn’t. It never would with him.

“Morning.” You reply, stretching and sitting up. “Do you want something before you leave? Coffee? Breakfast?”

Are you asking because you care or because you secretly want him to stay? You don’t have time to think because he shakes his head and answers. “No. I’ll get something on my way home. I need to leave, I have stuff to do today.”

“Yeah, me too.” You sigh. You get up to hug hug goodbye, as always. He hugs you tightly. He hated seeing you so upset yesterday. It broke his heart and he just wants to hold you. When you pull away he keeps a hold of you, searching your eyes for something… honestly, he doesn’t even know. He just loves looking at you. When you reach up to brush his hair out of his face he gently stops you, grasping your wrist.

“Don’t do that if you don’t mean it.” He whispers.

You don’t move your hand, you look at his big hand grasping your wrist. He lets go first. Neither of you say anything, and then he leaves. You didn’t even get to thank him for his help yesterday.

A week later, you and Soobin are sitting on the couch at his apartment, playing some kind of video game. You don’t even know what's going on, you just love seeing him happy - so you play them because he enjoys them. You’re both trying your best to ignore the howling of the wind outside and the rain beating against the windows.

You’re thankful that the both of you are so good at acting like nothing happened. You want to ask him what he meant, what he thought you were doing when you touched his face. But to be honest, you’re not even sure what you were doing. You were just innocently touching his hair, right? You weren’t going to go any further. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

“You good?” His deep voice cuts through your thoughts like a knife. You jump slightly and nod mumbling a small ‘mhm’.

“I thought i lost you,” He chuckles. “You looked deep in thought. Wanna play another round?”

You’re glad he doesn’t pry at what you were thinking about. Soobin usually isn’t good at minding his own business. But little do you know that he doesn’t need to ask, he already knows what’s on your mind. Because it’s on his mind too. You open your mouth, about to answer his question, but as you do the entire apartment is plunged into darkness.

“Shit,” He mumbles. “Is the storm that bad?”

The room is lit up again as Soobin turns on his phone flashlight. He wanders around the room flicking all the light switches and checking the sockets behind the tv.

“Power outage i guess,” He says. “Uhm…” He looks around like he’s thinking of what to do.

“Do you have like… candles or something?” You ask. Still sitting under one of his blankets with your knees to your chest, clutching the game controller.

“Uh, not many. Only a few scented candles. Let me look.” He leaves and takes the flashlight with him. You’re plunged into darkness again until you reach for your own phone. Eventually he returns with three glass jars. He rummages in a drawer and pulls out a lighter.

“This is all I have so it won’t be very bright.” He chuckles. “But better than running down our phone batteries.”

“Yeah,” You agree quietly. “Why do you have these?” He didn’t seem like the scented candle type.

“My ex-girlfriend. She left them here, but I don’t really use them so…”

“Oh. We should thank her then.” You joke and smile, ignoring the way it feels like your heart just twisted in your chest. You knew Soobin dated, you’d even met multiple of his girlfriends. So what the fuck just happened inside your chest?

“I don’t think so. I don’t have anything to thank her for.” He scoffs. You wonder which girl he’s talking about. He’d never told you that any of his relationships ended badly.

“What are we going to do now?” You ask. Soobin lights the candles and puts them in different corners of the room. He was right, they aren’t very bright. But they give off a nice orange glow that is oddly peaceful. The TV’s dead, the hum of electricity gone.

“I don’t know,” He sighs. “I’m pissed about my game. I bet it didn’t save, now I'm gonna need to play that level again.”

“We’re too reliant on technology. The lights go out and now we’re like two lost puppies.” You laugh. You could get out your phone and scroll, but you don’t know how long the electricity will be out. Saving batteries is a good idea.

“You think we can’t find something to talk about? We used to talk for hours on end.” He smiles. “Are you okay though? You look so tense.”

“I’m good, really. You don’t think this is a little nerve wracking?” You laugh a little awkwardly.

“Of course it is,” He agrees. “But I don't mind being stuck here with you, I can think of much worse people to be trapped in a power outage with.”

“Yeah,” You scoff. “The last time the power went out like this I was at… his place.”

Soobin knows you're talking about your ex, and he can’t help the way his face scrunches up in disgust. He’s glad it's dark enough that you probably didn’t even notice.

“So it wasn’t candlelit and romantice like this?” He jokes, trying to ease out the tension that’s suddenly in the room.

“No,” You sigh, pulling the blanket up higher on your chest. “Unless you count him ignoring me and calling me dramatic while I was panicking romantic?”

Soobin has to physically fight the urge to roll his eyes. “Of course he did that. You know…”

He trails off and looks at you, not sure if he should carry on. He doesn’t want to make you mad or upset you. But he’s needed to get this off of his chest for a while. “He always… rubbed me the wrong way. You know?”

“Really?” You ask, looking at him with wide eyes. “I thought you guys got along when you met?”

“We did, but… I only got along with him… for you.” Soobin looks away as he talks. He can feel your gaze burning into the side of his face. “He was always…smug and uncaring. I thought so anyway. So different from you. I could never figure out why you were with him.”

You’re about to speak when he starts again. “Actually I do understand. You’re way too forgiving. That's why.”

You’re shocked. He sounds angry, but you know he’s not angry at you. But he is angry. You didn’t know he felt so strongly about this, about your relationships. “Don’t start.” You sigh. You don’t know what else to say.

“No, seriously,” He finally turns towards you as he speaks. He’s so close to you, knees almost touching. “It’s true. He treated you like you were lucky to have him, and the whole time I was wondering if he ever realised how lucky he was to have you.”

Your breath catches. His knee presses lightly into yours, deliberate this time. His eyes are locked on you, unwavering.

“You deserve someone who shows up for you. Someone who actually listens to you.” He whispers. He’s talking about himself, selfishly. But he’s so right. He’s the only one who ever showed up. Who actually cared.

“You always know exactly what to say.” You smile. Your fingers brush his and he doesn’t pull away, your knees are still pressed together. You look at him, your eyes wide and pleading. Trying to stop yourself from tearing up.

“Or, maybe I'm telling the truth. Maybe I mean it.” He says, his face is serious. His eyes searching yours. He leans a bit closer, close enough that you feel the heat off his skin, his breath barely ghosting over your cheek. Your hand moves without thinking, resting on his thigh like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m gonna do something really stupid.” He whispers against your cheek. His voice is so small and gentle, using a tone you’ve never heard him use before. The tension between you is unbearable now. His big brown eyes are on your lips, flicking up to meet yours again, like he’s checking, almost begging, for permission.

“Tell me to stop.” He mumbles as he leans closer, his voice is low and breathy.

You should, but you don’t. You can’t. You just look at him like he’s the only safe thing in the world and that fucking does it for him. He leans in slowly, like he wants to savor the moment. He does, he’s been waiting for this for years. When he finally kisses you it’s soft. Gentle. Like he’s trying not to break you. One of his big hands comes up to your face, fingers brushing your jaw, then sliding into your hair. You make a tiny noise as his fingers tangle in your hair - barely a gasp, and he swears it's the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. it breaks something in him. His other hand finds your waist tugging gently at you until you climb into his lap. His hands roam over your back, your waist anywhere he can, like he’s waited his whole damn life for this. The kiss deepens, lips parting, breath mingling. It’s hungry now. Everything you’ve both been unable to say to each other pouring out between kisses and sighs and hands. Your hands grasp at his shirt, tugging him closer, and he groans against your mouth like it’s killing him not to have you completely.

“We really… shouldn’t be doing this.” He groans breathlessly.

“Then let's stop.” You whisper, you don’t mean it. And you know he doesn’t either.

“Not a fucking chance.” He practically growls as he kisses you again, harder this time. He’s already made up his mind, there’s no going back now. His large hands slip under your shirt and travel up your back, he pulls away and looks you in the eyes - asking permission. You nod desperately, grasping his face and pulling him back in to kiss you again, only breaking it when he pulls your shirt over your head. His hands grasp your bare waist tightly, possessively. He pulls back to look at you, his eyes taking in your beautiful form - lingering on your chest. He groans and attaches his lips to your neck, desperate to mark you as his own. Although you’ve always been his - you both know that.

As he sucks on your neck your hands run through his hair, holding the back of his head. You moan softly and it lights a fucking fire inside of him. His hands race lower to your ass and he squeezes roughly. You copy his move and pull at the back of his shirt, begging him to take it off. He listens and leans away from your neck to get rid of it - you gasp as you look him over. He’s so fucking gorgeous, you run your hands over his strong shoulders and down the soft skin of his chest. His abs clench under your touch and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

Your touch drives him crazy and he stands up abruptly with you still wrapped around his hips, he turns and drops you down onto the couch. His hands reach for your hips and his fingers slip under the waistband of your sweats. “Can I, baby?” He asks breathlessly. God, he’s never looked more beautiful. Looking up at you with big brown glassy eyes - full of hope. His hair is messy, his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen and wet. He’s never called you ‘baby’ before and it makes your stomach flip.

“Yeah… yeah.” You mumble, helping him pull them off of you. You lift your hips and let him take everything off you. He places his hands on your knees and keeps your legs spread for him.

“Fuck, baby. All this for me?” His voice is low and gravely and it makes you squirm. You nod and caress his face.

“What?” He coos. “What do you want?”

“Please,” You whine, already desperate for him. He’s desperate for you too, he’s desperate to touch you and hear you moan for him, but he wants to hear it come from your mouth. “Please touch me, Soobin. Please.”

He smirks and wastes no time. He lifts your legs over his shoulders and grabs your thighs pulling you up slightly so your hips are at an angle, your pussy directly in front of his face. He spreads you open with his thumbs and licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit. Your hands fly to his hair, almost out of habit, as he attaches his mouth to your swollen, desperate nub. He looks up at you, gauging your reactions. When you moan and whine he sucks harder or moves his tongue faster. You don’t want to think about how he’s so good at this, but you’re thankful for it.

“Oh my god, Soobin…” You whine and throw your head back onto the couch. You're clutching his head so tightly but he doesn’t seem to mind. He moans into you when you lightly tug at his hair and cry out his name. It doesn’t take him long to bring you to the edge and he lifts an arm to pin down your hips when you start to buck into his face.

“I’m close, Soobin.” You warn him. He swears the tone of voice you use is the hottest thing he’s ever heard and his cock is aching in his sweats.

“Yeah?” He pulls away to ask, the smirk on his face should be condescending but looking into his eyes makes you even more turned on, if that's even possible. He pushes a finger inside of you and gets back to work on your clit, desperate to tip you over the edge. You whine out his name as he adds another finger and it ignites the fire in your belly. You moan out his name and tense on the couch as he makes you finish with his mouth. He pulls away and rests his head on your thigh, a shit eating grin on his face.

“You’re so pretty when you come.” He says, kissing your sensitive inner thigh. His lips are flushed and wet with you and he looks gorgeous. The candle light makes him look even more ethereal. Now you think about it, you’re kinda impressed at how he just did that in the semi-dark.

“Yeah? You wanna see it again?” You grin back at him and pull weakly on his arms. He laughs and stands up, crawling back over you to kiss you messily. Your hands brush past his stomach and slip under the waistband of his black sweats, he groans into your mouth. He’s so fucking hard. He was trying his best not to hump the damn couch as he ate you out, he wants to fuck you properly and didn’t want to come in his pants from pleasuring you - which he definitely could have.

“Mhmm, I do.” He mumbles against your lips. “I wanna see it everyday, forever.”

Oh Soobin, ever the romantic. Even as you're pushing his sweats down his thighs and taking his leaking cock into your hand. He moans quietly and thrusts slightly into your hand. Your other hand is on the back of his neck pulling him closer to you, he gets the message and climbs over you, taking one of your soft thighs into his hand and pulling it over his hip.

“You don’t know how long I've wanted you.” He whispers as he takes his cock into his hand and finally slides home. You want to reply, you want to tell him about how long you’ve wanted him as well, but the feeling of him finally stretching your walls out leaves you speechless. Your mouth falls open as he presses his forehead against yours, his eyes watching your reactions closely as he starts to thrust into you. His own mouth is open and his brow furrows as he finally feels you wrapped around him, warm and wet and better than he ever could have imagined.

“Oh my god, baby… fuck.” He practically whimpers against your lips as he leans down to kiss you. “Oh, you feel like heaven. So fucking good.”

“Oh, Soobin,” You moan as he picks up his pace. “Harder… please.” The whine in your voice makes his stomach twist and he has to slow down for a second. He’s in a tough position - fucking you for the first time on the damn couch. But he’s determined to make it work. He plants one of his feet on the floor so he can thrust into you harder.

He groans as you dig your hands into his shoulders and arch your back so your chest is pressing against his. He lowers down onto his elbows beside your head so he’s even closer to your face, he wants to be as close and possible to you. Your legs wrap around his waist as you moan for him and can’t fucking get enough. He’s drilling into you like his fucking life depends on it.

“God, I'm not gonna last baby,” He whispers. “You look so fucking pretty like this… so gorgeous.”

“Me too.” You nod and cup his face. “I’m almost there.”

His eyes widen as your hand leaves his cheek to travel down between you both, he watches as you touch yourself and its his last fucking straw. He whines your name beautifully as he fills you up, his hips stilling and his hands beside your head grip your hair and tilt your head up to look at him.

“That’s it baby, come for me. Let me see it.” He groans, watching your hand on your clit. He hisses as you finish around him, squeezing the life out of his sensitive dick. He kisses your cheek as you both come down from your highs, his strong arms are still holding him up beside your head. And if you weren’t so fucking spent from how good he fucked you, you might have made a comment on it. Instead you bring your hands to his biceps and feel the muscles rippling under his skin.

Eventually he climbs off of you and the aftermath of sex on the couch is a little more awkward than you thought. You wrap the blanket around you and he pulls on his sweats before leaning down to kiss you.

“I love you.” He whispers. “I’ve loved you for so fucking long.” He holds your chin between his fingers as his eyes search your face.

“I love you too. I always have.” You whisper, and kiss him feverishly. When you pull away you stare into his beautiful eyes in disbelief, is this really happening? You just had sex with your best friend and now you’re both confessing your love for each other.

“Why did we wait so long?” He wonders aloud.

“I don’t know.” You sigh. “But i do know that i’m fucking starving now.”

His face lights up with his signature boyish grin, the one you love so much. He kisses you one last time and jumps up to disappear into the kitchen.

“Go into my room and find some clothes, take anything you want.” He calls out to you as he goes through his cupboards. The power is still out, so eventually you settle on cereal and whatever snacks you can find and you both watch you tube on his ipad until the power comes back on. It’s so fucking cheesy, and very cliche. But it’s all you’ve both ever wanted, there’s no going back over the line you’ve both just crossed. But why would you want to?