gomgyu

[gomgyu]

lovesome

choi beomgyu x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none! maybe mentions of alcohol and slightly suggestive

author's note: this is my first post! i'm still practicing my writing and trying to find my style :)) hope you'll enjoy it nevertheless!

You must have still been dreaming – waking up in the embrace of the boy whom you harboured immense feelings for doesn’t seem real at all – but five minutes have passed since you opened your eyes to the beautiful sight beside you, and you slowly accept that this might as well be a dream you would never want to wake up from.

With the way he envelops you in his hold, occasionally tugging you close whenever he feels like you’re trying to break away from him, there is hardly any space between the two of you.

He is still sleeping soundly - you hear him breathing, his warmth exuding - and you couldn’t dare to disturb his peace.

So you let yourself nestle comfortably in his hug and hum against his chest.

Your mind slowly drifts back to last night’s events that lead up to this moment. It’s true that coming home with the campus heartthrob is something out of a corny romcom Netflix movie you often watch as a guilty pleasure – you blame alcohol for your sudden courage, yet what made you fearless was the fact that he wanted you just as bad – but since this concerns with your feelings, you desperately want to confirm if this won’t be a one-time thing or if you should just get ready for an inevitable heartbreak.

Because, the last time you checked, there is no way that Choi Beomgyu knew your name. There is no way he knew of your existence.

Though the way he melted into your touch, kissed you, and sweetly chanted your name in desperation says otherwise.

You want to believe that, you really do.

You snap out of your thoughts when you feel him move. You watch as his eyes flutter open, looking evidently sleepy yet dreamy at the same time. You wish there is a way for you to immortalize this moment, eternally ingraining it into your memory, because you’re convinced that none of this is real and you’re afraid of wanting more of something that won’t be yours to keep.

“Hey,” he says. Your heart flutters at the sound of his raspy morning voice. His presence is dizzying - everything about him overwhelms you so much to the point you couldn’t say anything back to his greeting. “Earth to Y/N … are you still with me?” He chuckles at the way your cheeks flush red.

You try to stay calm, but it’s hard to do so when your name slips off of his lips like honey and when he brushes the curtains of your hair so delicately.

“Hi,” you manage to say it back. He smiles. “did you have a good sleep?”

From this close proximity, you’re sure that he’s able to hear your heart beating fast. There’s no way he couldn’t hear it. You turn into a blushing mess just from looking at him, and how could you not? Seeing him up close like this has always been a distant dream of yours. So you bask in his beauty with the hopes of being given the time to savor it all up before the both of you return to being strangers again.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he suddenly buries his face in your neck - catching you off guard. You whimper when you feel his hot breath against your cool skin, and you could hear him giggle softly. He is kissing the spot where he left the blossoming bruises last night as you sigh at the pleasant sensation.

“Beomgyu,” you whisper his name.

You hurriedly rest your hands on his shoulders, signalling him to stop. He halts his pampering to glance at your face. You could see from his eyes that he looks worried and you find it inexplicably endearing. “I’m ticklish, sorry.”

There is one thing that you love about the Choi Beomgyu who’s currently lying next to you: his gentle stares. You’re not sure why he would look at you in such a way, given that prior to this event you two have never talked before, knowing nothing about each other. But you do know him, only on the surface. You’ve loved him for as long as you remember. The two of you went to the same high school, but he had always been out of your league. You treasure those glimpses of him performing in music festivals with his electric guitar and singing with his uniquely deep alluring voice.

You seem to have a habit of losing yourself in your thoughts. This time, Beomgyu pulls you from your trance with a kiss on your forehead. “What are you thinking about?” He inquires.

“What you said last night… was it true?”

“Of course.” He reaches for your cheek and caresses it. “I don’t do random hookups, mind you.”

You reach for his hand which is busy making circles on your cheek, holding it firmly. “But that was the first time we met? First time we talked?”

“Y/N. You might not remember, but we used to have music classes together in tenth grade. You were good with the piano. I really wanted to befriend you right there and then, you know! Though I didn’t understand why you always ran away from me whenever I approached you. But, I noticed you were in the front row whenever me and my band performed in music festivals. It made me happy, seeing you having fun. I felt disappointed that we never really talked, since I didn’t try hard enough. So, I was over the moon when I found out we go to the same college, on top of that…”

His voice trails off and you’re afraid to admit that you’ve lost him the second he mentioned about tenth grade, music classes, and piano.

“Oh.” It is a dumb thing to utter, but your brain short circuits at the revelation that Choi Beomgyu does, in fact, know who you are. Remembers who you are.

“I was surprised at how pretty you’ve become and how confident you actually are. Or was it because you had one drink too much? We were playing spin the bottle and when it landed on me, you–”

“Stop! Oh my god, don’t remind me.” You squeak while covering your face with your hands. You made a mental note not to get drunk ever again - who knows what kind of liquid courage you'd be capable of mustering next time.

“Anyway.” Beomgyu clears his throat. You know that deep down he’s trying so hard not to laugh. “That’s why I said what I said last night. I want to know you better, Y/N. I can’t let this opportunity pass. I’m scared you’ll run away again if I don’t profess how serious I am about you.”

You find honesty in his eyes and sincerity in the way he delivers his confession. You probably need days to process that the Choi Beomgyu is basically asking you out. Well, after what you both did last night, it would actually be so awkwardly painful for you if nothing happened afterwards. You were pretty much convinced that there was no way you could have a shot with him, yet here you are.

He looks at you expectantly. You didn’t realize you have been quiet the whole time.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” You bashfully ask.

“Yeah. We’ll go on many dates, get to know each other, and I’ll make up for all the lost time… if that’s okay with you.”

“I have the biggest crush on you, silly. Of course it’s okay with me. I would love to.”

Beomgyu’s face beams in delight. His eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint as he leans in to close the gap between you both. The kiss is chaste and sweet - it marks the beginning of something new and exciting for the two of you.

“Aren’t you late for class?” You mumble as Beomgyu smothers you in another affectionate hug. He doesn’t care, it seems.

“I know. But I’d rather listen to the story of you having a crush on me than Professor Yoon’s boring lecture, hm?”

Now it’s your turn to laugh. You’re so happy you don’t know what else to do but surrender to Beomgyu’s warmth.

You don’t know when you two will leave the bed, but right now, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

if you've read this far, thank you so much! likes/reblogs/feedback are highly appreciated!

[gomgyu]

totally unlabeled kisses

➞ pairing: best friend!beomgyu x f!reader

➞ synopsis: in which you and beomgyu teeter between being normal best friends and well...best friends who makeout from time to time.

➞ genre: fluff, comedy, b2l

➞ notes: i just realized how much im going to exhaust this trope on the blog, with the event + my other big fic...oooh, there's going to be some repetition here. by the time i'm done, won't be able to write anything b2l related. request + request.

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taglist: @boba-beom , 700 event masterlist!

Questions you've grown to be annoyingly accustomed to at some point in your life: "What college are you going to?" — that one was a pain for a few months, "When are you getting married?" — this one’s going to be a pain for a few decades, "Is it that time of the month again?" — you sorta learn to filter this question out of your head.

Questions you haven't built tolerance for: "Are you guys together?"

It's ten times more aggravating when it’s always, always about the same person. Y'know, none other than the annoying, but to his credit, somewhat funny, and sorta loveable goofball that is Choi Beomgyu.

Each time, you'd say a similarly repetitive response: "No, we're just friends." Which is exactly what it was. Beomgyu is your best friend. Has been your best friend— for, like, forever.

Starting right from the torturous tween stage that was middle school, to now, it's the question that followed you both to the hells of earth. The era of awkward bowlcuts and invisaligns that fooled no one have been long behind you, yet it seemed that the theory you and Beomgyu were secretly together never passed. Ever.

Sure, you get it, it's the childhood friends to marriage descend that gets everyone swooning, but that was totally not you and Beomgyu.

Even after what happened two months ago. You decided to lean a little too close that day, and somehow, your lips captured his, at a house party, in god knows whose closet. You’re not sure why you went for it—you liked to blame the drinking game you played a little before this, or the darkness of the closet, or the way his breathing was magnified to your ears, how it synced with yours. You don’t even remember how you got in the closet with him.

What you do remember is how the kiss was a little hesitant and trying, tongue testing the waters before Beomgyu decided on his own to tilt his head at an angle, turning the chaste kiss into a little more. 

You liked it.

You liked how his lips were soft, yet the slight roughness of the kiss had you forgetting it was Choi fucking Beomgyu you had your arms around—the boy you’ve seen pick his boogers more times than you’d like to count. His rather large hands cupped your cheeks, still kissing you like his life depended on it.

You call it the Closet incident. 

…There were lots of repeats of the Closet incident.

On top of a kitchen counter, in front of your flat’s entrance, in the hallway of Beomgyu’s dormitory, on the couch, in a movie theater as your unknowing friends sat a seat in front of you focused on the gore scene, in Beomgyu’s rusted, mario kart that he calls a car. But obviously, no feelings involved. Obviously.

"Can you make me look good this time?"

You scoff incredulously. "I always make you look good."

It’s a Friday and Beomgyu came over to your place to pick you up for your friend dates, like usual. Which consisted of going to the mall, then a trip to the local movie theater, and finally getting your favorite frozen yogurt. His go-to flavor being red velvet, and yours good ol’ chocolate mint. You never hear the end of it from Beomgyu.

"I have something to ask by the way." Beomgyu throws his head back on the couch, staring up at you. He’s situated on the floor, between your legs as you braid his hair. What? It’s therapeutic.

“You know how Heeseung asked you if you were dating anyone yesterday?”

“Turn your head to the left, Gyu.” you mutter, eyes narrowing as you focus on his hair, taking the braiding pretty seriously. “And yeah? What about it?”

He doesn’t budge, arms lazily crossed. “Why’d you tell him no?”

Your fingers stop the braid, blinking a few times down at Beomgyu. “Because…I’m not dating anyone.”

He naively blinks a few times, still staring up at you, before cracking a weirdly conflicted smile, as if he got to his senses. Then he turns his head to the left like you asked him to earlier, “Oh, yeah, I mean… yeah.”

You manage to give him a quick smile back, albeit a little stiff, as you refocus your attention on his hair again. But it’s near damn impossible, thoughts as to what Beomgyu was trying to imply clouding your head too much for proper focus.

What’d he want you to say? You weren’t dating anyone, Beomgyu knew, you knew, everyone knew. But he was still confused in those three seconds, as if that wasn’t true. And that had your head in a jumble. 

It wasn’t like this was the only thing he’s done or said that had you questioning what he felt about you was a little more than platonic. 

Like, yesterday as an example, when Beomgyu showed up by your side, presumably out of nowhere, a hand wrapped around your waist when Heeseung approached you.

Or the time you were playing truth or dare and Taehyun asked him if he liked anyone that was in the room, and you swear he found your eyes for a few seconds before smiling and downing his drink— choosing to leave the question unanswered, the rest groaning of how he was no fun.

You’re reading too much into things…right? 

It’s all you’ve been thinking about at the time of your slumber. And it made the occasional, random makeout sessions that much more impactful. Your finger lingering on your lip, starstruck after just a single peck from Beomgyu, as if you were a middle schooler who just got her first kiss.

“What do you think?”

He looks at himself through his phone’s camera at every possible angle, a genuine smile creeping up his face, “It’s so cute, I love it.” When he practically jumps on you, you fall to a laying position, and laugh. He resembled a puppy. “I told you you should be a hairstylist.”

The proximity of his face near yours doesn’t faze you—or you at least hope it looks like that. You quirk a brow, “Since when?”

He taps his index finger on his temple, “Telepathy. I tell you everyday through telepathy.”

Surprisingly, that gets you to snort, broken completely out of your previous reverie— he was ridiculous. 

“I like it so much I want to kiss you.”

He’s quick to follow through, landing a silly peck on your lips. You know it didn’t even look that good, but he still managed to make you feel like you gave him the hairstyle of the century. Which had no business making your heartbeat just a tinge faster. Oh, it’s bad for you.

You adjust your position by attempting to sit up straight. He catches that, a confused smile as he gets off you. You purse your lips, the awkward silence not a bother as you think of ways you could put all your confusion the past few weeks into one simple sentence. 

“Beomgyu, do you… like me?”

You can tell that by the sudden question, he’s taken back, the corner of his lips falling. Before he does his habit again, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, a hesitant grin plastered on his face. “I mean, isn’t it a little obvious?”

You furrow your brows. “Uh no, no it wasn’t …obvious!” It wasn’t! Beomgyu was naturally a romantic, how would you catch that he was serious?

He raises his brows. “What, did you think I kissed you all these times because I was doing it for the shits and giggles?”

You think over it for a second. “…Let’s be real, you did have a lot of fun shoving your tongue down my throat in public.”

“Busted.” he puts up his hands as mock retreat, then sighs, “But for reason. This isn’t how I thought this…would go. But, yeah…I do like you. In the gross romantic way. Maybe L-word you too. I don’t know, I just know that my heart dumbly wholeheartedly believes that you’re my soulmate. For whatever reason.”

You feel your mouth dry, looking up at Beomgyu, your movement still. “Since when?”

Beomgyu chews down on his bottom lip, hesitating before he quietly says, “Since you got me the cookie and cream ice cream sandwich as an apology for saying my ex-girlfriend was butt ugly.”

It’s so comically specific yet it’s still funny how you immediately say, “Seventh grade.” Because you also remember, you very clearly remember the day Beomgyu had bawled his eyes out, because he just got dumped, and your attempt of trying to comfort him by saying he had awful taste. Turns out, people don’t like being told that their ex wasn’t good looking fresh out of the relationship. 

The fury you felt at the sight of seeing Beomgyu so sad could’ve been explained by just the fact that you were extremely close friends, but you’re now left wondering if you also liked him a little back then.

“I like you too.”

Beomgyu huffs out a laugh through his nose, shaking his head, “You don’t have to say that just because I said it. I don’t cry over rejections anymore.” 

Your eyes wander down to his lips for a split second. Then to the man in front of you, his loose fitted signature flannel so…Beomgyu. His quirky styled hair, so fitting on him. No matter how much he matured, his features undeniably handsome, he was still the boy you proudly call a best friend. Your best friend. “No, I like you. In the gross romantic way.”

You’re more sure now in comparison to seven years ago. 

He falls silent, staring at you before he lets out a quiet, “Oh.”

You sit there, playing with your hands as you wait for Beomgyu to say something a little more than that. You’re not sure what’s going through his head, you often feel like, even after knowing him for so long, you don’t know what happens in there. At all.

You’re caught off guard when you feel Beomgyu’s familiar lips on yours, but quickly linger against them, letting him take a hold of you, as he was above you again. 

You feel his smile break into the kiss and you stop for a moment. "Are we a couple now?" he asks, barely a whisper. You nod.

"We swore to everyone this would never happen." You swore to yourself that you didn’t like Beomgyu ‘like that’. Always so sure, so sure that he was nothing but a friend. 

Everyone saw it but you. How idiotic did you look?

"Exactly. We're never going to hear the end of it. But..."

"But... it's worth it?" you finish his sentence.

You like the way his eyes glint under the dim light of your living room. You like the curve of the ends of his lips, the way they create the cutest, most adorable whisker dimples. He lays his forehead on yours. "Like, thirty thousand times worth it."

"People usually say a million..." you tease with a tilt of your head.

His breath fans against your skin before smiling and leaning his head in for another kiss. He catches you by surprise again, but this time you’re a little more prepared, your arms quickly finding their way, hanging off your freshly new boyfriend slash best friend for life’s shoulder. But then he pulls away.

Way too fast. "That was to shut you up for being a smartass." You're slightly left out of breath, your chest softly rising and falling as you look at him confused.

“And this…” He kisses the tip of your nose, “Is for not turning down Heeseung yesterday and making me stupidly, ridiculously sulky."

You catch onto what he’s doing, giggling, but still ask "What are you doing, idiot?" 

He doesn't stop, still as smiley as ever. He kisses the temple of your cheek, "This is for all the years I've chased after your oblivious ass."

Your other cheek, "This is for…”

Suddenly, he peppers kisses all over your face and your giggles turn into full on laughter the more he kisses all over your skin— it's ticklish. When he stops and it's silent you feel the energy shift. You ask the pending question with a whisper, "And what was that for?"

Silence overtakes him as he stares down at you, a faint smile on his face.

"For all the decades I'll spend loving you."

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#beomie fic #CRYINGGFFFG SOHARD #jdhsjdhsjjdjd #SOOCUTEEEE

[gomgyu]

I’m sorry if i seem weird it's because I literally am

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[gomgyu]

this search for the essence of who I am

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[gomgyu]

i should prepare for my presentation buuuut

[gomgyu]

yasmeen by Safia Elhillo

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[gomgyu]

lemme sleep a lil bit

[gomgyu]

wait stopp this is such a good pic of him🥺

soft thought: walking in on beomgyu after he finishes playing the guitar, straddling his lap, and asking for his attention🫣☹️

kirby you have riled something out of me that i did not know i had :o

you came over to the dorm to hang out with your boyfriend, but it ended up with you talking with soobin and beomgyu working in his room. not that you minded soobin mm-mm, in fact it was so nice to catch up with him because he was the one who introduced you to everyone else. it just sucked because you were there to win some kisses and cuddles from your boyfriend, you know~? but you sucked it up anyways and enjoyed your night with soobin <3

meanwhile your meanie of a boyfriend >:c jk of course he isnt mean- just a little oblivious of how much you like to spend time with him. anyways, he was sitting in his room, guitar on his lap as he was strumming away trying to figure out the perfect chord combinations. he writes away in his notebook.. his special notebook.. filled with lyrics about you and possible guitar notes to go with it.

he doesnt realize how late it got, thinking he was going to take a solid 30 minutes. he did invite you over after all >< it isnt until you walk into his room all pouty that he realized its been 5 times that long. he looks at you, a small frown forming on his lips when he sees how pouty you are. just a couple of pouty cuties.

you rush towards him, take his guitar from him (despite his many pleas not to) and settle yourself on his lap. he gets flustered at first :c he doesnt know what to say and his voice gets even more suppressed when you wrap your arms around his neck and hide your face into his hair. you let him know how much youve missed him :c and how much you did enjoy spending with soobin but he was not beomu :c ngl he would probably tear up T-T doesnt know how much he means to you <3 poor baby wants to be loved and love just the same so it makes his heart happy hearing it from you. so he wraps his arms around your waist and gets up from the chair, carrying you to the bed. there, he lays both of you down and spend the night together cuddling and talking like you shouldve in the first place <3

#gasps this is so cute <333 #beomie fic

[gomgyu]

give you everything ― k.taehyun x f.reader

⋅⋆ word count: 1,9k. 

⋅⋆ genre: best friends to lovers, love triangle (sort of), angst, suggestive.

⋅⋆ summary: when your ex-best friend gets drunk at a party, you take care of him. however, past memories and feelings come back and things take a turn.

⋅⋆ cw: metions of alcohol consumption, slightly under the influence, making out, marking, grinding. 

author’s note: my first work and first post on tumblr, hope you enjoy it.

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“i need to get you away from all this.” you say while looking around the room and then back at him. “c’mon, get up.”

after sitting beside taehyun  for what felt like hours, you got up to get him out of the room.

taking care of him meant you had to constantly bring him glasses of water and make sure he kept himself conscious. taehyun doesn’t usually drink a lot, so this is new to you.

he always thought people who got too drunk at parties were dumb for doing things like that in public. but now, he’s the one sitting on the floor against the wall, trying to regain his composure.

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[gomgyu]

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[gomgyu]

It's a Cat!

pairing: kang taehyun x reader

genre: fluff, crack (just spreading cat taehyun agenda tbh)

wc: 1.2k

warnings: mentions of food, thats all i think

summary: in which taehyun turns into a cat and the reader is there to help.

After you received an uncountable amount of texts from Taehyun, most of it being keyboard smashes and random words that did not make sense, you decided to investigate and go to his house to find out what happened. Out of worry and curiosity.

Having Taehyun texting you so much was already extremely out of character, but seeing the contents of his texts are much more concerning.

As soon as you step foot in his house, what you least expected to find was a distressed cat standing above a phone. Taehyun's phone.

You raised a brow at this. Taehyun does not own a cat, and neither was he careless enough to leave his phone on the floor with a cat above it.

Speaking of Taehyun, he was nowhere to be found. You decided to look around his house, in search for the owner himself.

The cat trailed after you, letting out a loud meow each turn you take. The longer you searched, the louder the cat would meow. It would even block your path sometimes, but you would only pet it's head and continue your search.

This time however, when the cat blocked your way and you lowered yourself to pet it, it bit you.

"Hey! What was that for?" You exclaimed. The bite wasn't hard enough to hurt you, but it still shocked you. The cat didn't reply with a meow this time and only ran ahead of you. You swore you saw it roll its eyes before running, but it could be your eyes tricking you.

Seeing that Taehyun was nowhere to be found anyways, you decided to just help this cat. And so, you follow where it went.

As soon as you saw the cat, it jumped up from furniture to furniture until it reached a certain picture frame. A framed picture of Taehyun to be exact. You tilted your head in confusion when the cat tapped Taehyun's face and meowed.

"Yeah, that's Taehyun. You know him?" You asked the cat. It seemed to respond to your question when it released another long meow. You only stood in confusion.

The cat tapped the picture again and meowed, waiting for you to come into realization.

And come to realization you did.

"No... No way." Your mouth parted in disbelief. The cat merely glanced at you, meowing one more time as if to tell you, "Yes. Yes way."

"It can't be, right? Taehyun, turned into a cat. That's just impossible. And now I'm going crazy talking to a cat." You rambled as the cat jumped off of the table where the picture frame was. The cat — or based on your latest revelation, Taehyun, walked towards you.

He sat next to you as you tried to sink in the information. Now that you thought about it, the possibility was large. He was probably contacting you when he turned and that would explain why a random cat was here and was clicking his phone.

You looked at him and blinked. He blinked back. That was when you noticed how similar the cat looked to Taehyun.

"How did all of this happen anyway?" It seemed impossible, transforming to a cat. Taehyun nudged his phone that still sat on the floor, he clicked and clicked with his paw to the best of his capability. He stopped when he reached a contact number. A very familiar one.

"Kai?"

Taehyun nods his head. You took his phone and called the number. It only took a few rings before the person on the other end picked up.

"Before you say anything, it was a mistake! I didn't mean it!" Kai screamed. Taehyun hissed and you released a laugh. "Woah. Calm down, this is Y/n."

With that, Kai seemed to calm down for a bit. "But Taehyun is still pissed." You continued, glancing to the cat that sat beside you. He meowed in agreement.

Kai winced from the other end, "He has every right to be pissed. Is he still, y'know, a cat?" He asked carefully.

"Yep. If you know how to turn him back that would be very helpful."

"No need to worry! I read the instructions and it'll wear off in a few hours." He assured, to which both you and Taehyun sigh in relief to.

"Alright, thanks. I hope you know Taehyun is probably plotting something against you." You laughed. Kai only sighed, accepting his fate. "I kinda deserve it. But how would I know those cookies had side effects?"

"So it started with a cookie...?"

"Yeah, I bought it from a site. It seemed pretty sketchy... Anyways, keep me updated!"

"Will do! I'll call again in a few hours. Thanks again." And with that, the call ended.

You looked at Taehyun once again to find him already looking at you. "Well, you hungry?"

You've done everything you could think of. You already ate, tried to play with Taehyun, watched a movie together. You even tried to make him pur, much to his displeasure.

Right now though, you both are lounging in the couch, tired. It would only take a few more minutes before he turns back again. As much as you liked having cat Taehyun around, you were starting to miss human Taehyun.

Sure. He looks cute as a cat and is super cuddly too, but if you were to pick between the two, you would have to pick human Taehyun. You would never say that out loud.

You scrolled aimlessly through your social media, your other hand petting Taehyun's head unconsciously. Although he'd deny it once you begin teasing him about it, you could feel him purring whenever you touch his head or the spot behind his ear.

A sudden poof! resonated within Taehyun's living room and the light weight above your lap vanished, now replaced with a much more heavy and much more human Taehyun.

He looked up and you saw the doe eyes you missed so much.

"Well, hello there." He shot you a toothy grin that shows his dimples. His smile immediately faded as he placed his hand in his forehead, "God, my head hurts."

You stood up and went to give him some water. He said his thanks and he chugged it all in a second. When he finished, you stared at each other, the silence giving you time to process what has happened in the pass few hours.

And now both of you are a giggling mess, struggling to say anything without your laughter interrupting you.

"Welcome back." You smiled, hugging his figure. He hugged back, before pulling away. "Y'know, I was getting kind of used to cat Taehyun."

He raised a brow, fixing his clothes, "You want me to transform into a cat again or?"

"Hm, maybe. But I think prefer talking to you again. How was it being a cat?" You asked, and he huffed in reply. "It was hard in the beginning, specially since someone was too focused on searching for someone that's already infront of them." He spoke jokingly. You laughed in response.

"How was I supposed to know you were the cat!"

"Instinct." He shrugged. You rolled your eyes with a smile as you stare at him, never realizing how much you missed him until he was standing here in front of you.

"I wonder how it feels being a cat."

"I'm sure Kai has more of those cookies."

#CAT TYUNNN #I NEEDED THIS #🥺🥺🥺🥺 #taehyunie fic

[gomgyu]

what qualities standouts/attracts the members? based on astrology

soobin

may look at how well put together someone can be. he may be interested in people who may workout or put time and effort into something. (due to sagittarius work ethic placements)

when meeting people or potential love interests, he may be a bit curious. sometimes i believe he thinks nothing of it when starts to question you about certain things. he likes to find similar interests with others (example: his love for animes). judging from chart he may look forward to speaking to people who can include him and make his mind stimulated though he is introverted. but what he really appreciate those who acknowledges him for who he is.

yeonjun

he attracts people who need help (due to virgo in sun), but really wants someone who can nurture him in some way (due to venus in leo & ). he may be attracted to people who just have confidence. he likes those who can be themselves and stand out in a crowd, whether you are introverted or not. it is preferred for you to be expressive with emotions.

when meeting others (potential love interests), yeonjun might analyze the way you dress yourself. he would also see the way you carry yourself as a person; are you kind? are you hard-working/goal oriented? do you bring passion to the table? are you confident in yourself? he’ll look for something that he look forward to when it comes to adoring someone. he’ll be the type who will observe someone quietly before trying to get to know them. or if he is really excited, he’ll want to know you right away.

beomgyu

likes someone who he could chase. but again he’s actually quiet in person so he might struggle at first. sometimes, mysterious people is what he wants to know about, but again he’s kinda mysterious too. he likes to seek some form of security from someone, he wants to feel safe and comfortable around this person. they have to be a bit open emotionally too.

he’ll be the type of person who will listen on how you speak and what your intentions are. he’ll judge your level of sincerity on specific topics. he wants to see what mindset you have. he listens to some forms of emotional bonding words. similar to when he is in bed, he likes sensual erotic partners (bc his moon in scorpio) he likes kind-hearted people AND people with good common sense. *reading more into his chart, he needs to watch out for love-at-first-sight*

taehyun

likes people who are themselves and a lil rebellious in some ways. looks for people who have intelligence and uniqueness.

when he first mets a person he may talk to them first, deciding whether this person is interesting to him. he likes people who are speaking the truth/honesty, he likes logical convos too. he might be in awe whenever someone talks about their hobbies or something cool they may find about themselves.

hueningkai

likes very well-mannered, kind people. he likes people who find him interesting as well. it may be a bit difficult to notice if he likes someone because he’s kind to everyone. but i think this person will notice once he starts becoming very generous.

kai may analyze the way you speak to people, and then himself. he likes mannerism, not that fake stuff in which you are just kind to him and rude to others. and of course he is going to look for beauty, this beauty doesn’t always have to be instagram beauty. he is going to find his beauty that sticks out to him the most, he finds beauty in everyone/everything. (for instance he might like the shape of one’s nose or he may like to look at someone’s eyes because of beauty of it’s shape) he has personal taste (due to venus in libra)

so he’ll be the type to also look at a particular feature of yours during conversation. you might think there’s something on your face, but all kai sees is beauty ♡︎(HELPP IM CRINGING AT MY OWN PICKUP LINE 😭)

#interestinggg :ooo #tubatu

[gomgyu]

# take me on a date (kfn: the exchange event) !!

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₊﹒warnings! skinship (?), yeonjun being in love, lmk if there's more!!

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₊﹒note! I really tried el oh el but this is so short helpp 😭 @haechanhues I rlly hoped u like this tho!!

“Yeonjun, what about her?” You asked, you pointed in the direction of a girl that was his age.

“What about her?” He asked, his attention fully on you, not even sparing a look at the girl you just pointed at.

You looked back at Yeonjun and placed your fingers on his chin to force him to look at her, “She seems pretty. You should go on a date with her, don’t you think?” You suggested.

“No.”

“What?! You can’t be single forever!” You slightly pouted at him while whining, worried that your bestfriend doesn’t pull. “Even I had a boyfriend.” You said.

But that’s not what he cared about. He didn't care about the girl that you showed him or your ex. He cared about the way your arm was tangled with his, the way your face slightly rested against his shoulder, he cared about you.

“Yeon.” You stood up, looking down at him. “You cannot be single forever. Are you seriously going to die alone? You won’t even have children! I won’t ever become the cool aunt, Jun!” You expressed your worry in which Yeonjun giggled.

“Are you seriously worried about not becoming the cool aunt?” He took your hands in his and gently swung them from left to right.

“Well yeah!”

“Fine, I'll date–” Before he even finished the sentence you jumped in joy and hugged Yeonjun, basically sitting on him.

“Okay tell me who! I’ll set you up with anyone.” You looked at him, waiting for an answer, but what you didn’t realize was that his arm was slowly going around your waist, bringing you closer as if you weren’t already sitting on his lap.

“You.” He smiled softly, his eyes filled with pure adoration.

“What?” You couldn’t register what he had said.

“I wanna go on a date with you.” He shrugged, talking about it like it was just a normal thing.

“Why?”

“Cause I like you.”

You tried to stand up once you realized how close you both were and that Yeonjun saw you in a different light.

“What? You can’t like me!” You said, struggling from his grasp and simultaneously processing what he just told you.

“What? I can’t love now?” Yeonjun questioned.

“Love?” 

You stopped attempting to get away from his grasp to focus entirely on what he had said. It was like the world had stopped just for you two. It felt truly timeless.

“Yeah.” He softly said.

You stopped for a moment, your thoughts completely being the boy whose lap you were sitting on. 

“Fine.” You came to a conclusion, “Take me on a date and I may give you a chance.”

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#asdfghjkl #AAAAAAAA #CUTEEEEEEEE #yeonjunie fic

[gomgyu]

netflix and chill

pairing: choi beomgyu x reader

word count: 2,257

summary: cuddling while watching a drama turns into something more really fast

contains: afab!reader, dom!beomgyu, pet names, finger sucking (SORRY), spanking, lots of teasing, fingering, crying, use of whore and slut, filthy talk, masturbation (beomgyu makes reader finger herself when he watches), brief dry humping, overstimulation, creampie, they have sex with both shirts still on lol, unprotected sex (WRAP IT B4 U TAP)

a/n: no thoughts head empty. i just sat down and wrote this all in one go. idk what’s wrong with me. i miss beomgyu i think. oops! i hope this isn’t too bad :c

the drama that once brought you and beomgyu to lie down to binge watch was now forgotten. your face is now in the crook of his neck, your body shudders against his with the more he plays with your slit, his deep, raspy chuckle at your reactions not helping the wetness. having been cuddling, you had a leg thrown over his waist, an arm over his chest, head on his shoulder, while he held you to him, flush against his very warmth. lazy rubs on your back had you breathing out in pleasure, with “feels good, gyu…” that had been your mistake. beomgyu’s ears practically perked at that, the smirk spreading on his handsome face easily. beomgyu brought his hand to your ass, rubbing in circles to your ass cheeks, gripping them, making you gasp and blush, groping them, which soon moved to full on smacking your ass, slowly leveling up in force. “what the hell are you doing, beomie?” you ask, but he pays no heed, knowing you’re liking this just as much as he is with the way you jolt, close your eyes, bite your lips to muffle the quiet moans billowing in your throat with every touch of his pretty hand on your body. the lack of much clothing helped.

beomgyu keeps playing with your ass, pinching at some point which makes you huff out his name, until he decides to start move maneuvering his hand between your thighs, feeling around and he smirks a little harder at the patch of wetness on your panties, since that’s all you’d been wearing under beomgyu’s shirt you’d stolen for yourself, no bra leaving your tits smushed against his side. “i found water~” he coos and laughs out loud once you throw your head back, thighs locking his arm, his fingers playing more and more with the wet patch, dipping in, rubbing at your clit, especially when you glare at him, “you’re so annoying!” you complain and he laughs louder.

“how did i not think of this earlier?” he says to himself, low tone making you feel even hotter. why is he so attractive? beomgyu makes eye contact with you, handsome smile so casual as he fingers you slowly through your soaking panties, enjoying the way you grip at his shirt, move your hips around, make all your little “mmmph!” and “hnnnngg, g—gyu…!” sounds. he mimics you, imitating you with an annoying look on his face, and you lightly smack him on his chest for that. “uh-uh-uh…” he warns you loosely, arching an eyebrow and slipping a finger under your soaked panties, feeling along the wetness and your folds. that’s how you are here now, your panties to the side as he pumps two fingers in you shallowly now that the scathingly wet sounds told you and him enough about where you were in terms of you arousal. as you squirm, you buck your chest into his side and he sighs in pleasure at the feeling of pillowy pleasure but also your perked nipples against him. “f - fuck, gyu!” you gasp, unable to stay still. it’s so hot and snug deep inside you, the further he goes, the faster he goes, and he enjoys the nice show of watching you come closer to falling apart. you lightly smack at him, babbling under your breath, but beomgyu quickly decides he wants none of that.

“no, honey…” he denies with that sweet lisp but deep voice that’s quiet and low. shifting himself to where he’s on his side and you on your back, he takes your arm and locks it behind you, moving your other hand to come up to his mouth where he kisses at each finger tip before he eventually takes them in his mouth. that makes you whimper, eyes closing. he sucks around your smaller fingers, curling his own in your pathetic pussy. a lot of movement, using you and moving you just how he wants and it drives him wild. you feel his cock twitch against you from where he leans on your hip. you try and brush a little more to it, but he clicks his tongue, popping your finger out of his mouth, popping his own from your clenching cunt where he touches your clit on the way out. you yelp.

“you know what? finger yourself, baby. i’ll watch.” he murmurs, and your eyes shoot open, shaking your head with yearning eyes. “do it.” he emphasizes with a serious tone and attitude, making you whimper. no room for disagreeing. you shuffle your panties down your thighs halfway and beomgyu scoffs, tearing them down your legs, admiring the way you try to close them once the offending material is out of the way. “you play too much, you know that?” he mutters, moving to hold one leg up in an iron grip, your spread pussy now on display and the way it glistens and pulsates makes his mouth water easily. (you know deep down he likes being hypocritical, being a load of shit when he’s the upper hand, it gets you flustered and bothered…) you try and hide your face back in his side, but he says your name once in a warning tone, and that’s enough for you to nod solemnly.

your smaller, damp fingers are sucked in with the way your cunt pulsates, and you immediately cry out, breaths hitching and you start sniffling, tears filling to sting your eyes. it’s nowhere close to enough. “i said finger yourself, not just put them in. god, do i have to do everything myself?” he sighs like he’s irritated, even though a smirk ticks on his face. your breaths take great leaps to try and get air, chest heaving and beomgyu wants nothing more than to suck at your tits until you’re crying, maybe even try and get you to come (you’ll do it if he asks, you always do what he says, after all) just from his mouth on it. hut for the mean time and task now, his hand comes on top of yours, using them to push in more and pull out, other fingers on your wrist. the veins on his hand so pretty, the furrowed serious look of his thick eyebrows, the playful but commanding light in his eyes, his messy hair, his full lips that he bites the bottom one when he’s not smirking… he’s too good.

“faster.” he says, and you whimper, following, doing it yourself even though his hand remains over yours. after a few thrusts and the natural fingering you put forth, you get brave and bring your thumb to rub at your puffy clit. beomgyu scoffs a laugh. “really?” is all he asks, and with shame, your cheeks heat up and the tears that had been threatening to fall come down your cheeks. the sensations of him on you, his eyes, his heavy hand, his cock on your hip, his warmth, it makes you even more sensitive.

“well, since you’re so desperate, let me help you out, then…” your heart beats faster and you fight the relieved smile trying to come on your face but you know better. your mouth just trembles with a huge frown, whines and cries tumbling from in between your lips. beomgyu inches down your hand, his palm on the backside of yours, his much larger, thicker fingers side by side with yours, and when two of his take the plunge with yours back into your clenching cunt, you sob out loud, head tossed back, hips squirming. “what a pathetic little whore. look at you. couldn’t even bring yourself to get off. you need two hands to do it. fuck, baby, and i can get you to come without even touching your stupid pussy. so pathetic and desperate. but all for me, right?” his voice is low, growls at the end of his sentences, grind at the beginning, and you’re too overwhelmed to answer, more cries and babbles tumbling out. “yeah, all for me.” he smirks to himself, his much larger hand making it easier to finger fuck you and play with your clit aggressively without having to stretch out like your hand did. he slams your hand inside with his, your small one following behind like a shadow.

beomgyu grinds his erection against your body, rocking into you, in the rhythm of his hand on you. soon, with the ever increasing pace, the harshness of his fingers and yours fucking you hard and fast, torment on your clit merciless, and laughing at your reactions, it all brings you to your climax, hips twitching and chest jumping with warbled cries, your face finally tucked into his side, wetting his shirt. beomgyu too catches his breath, pre come stained through his sweats, watching you cry it out, and he rolls his eyes, though he definitely just wants to hug you and kiss you and make you laugh, with a scoff. “all from just fingers? come on, baby. you’re better than that. i’ll show you.” you sniffle, lifting your head in confusion when you feel him turn to be in between your legs, pulling his sweats down just halfway down his thighs, impatient to stuff you full of himself. and he does just that, playing with the head of his cock and spreading the pre come before aligning himself to intrude his thick dick past your sensitive walls. your gasp turned loud sob makes him chuckle, before his face takes on a grimace, gritted teeth, and crossed eyes that he closes. he doesn’t waste a second pulling out even through the tight hot grip of your cunt clamping down on him. you moan loudly, tears still streaming down your cheeks, head thrown back on the pillow, as he takes your legs over his arms and fucks you so hard and so fast, the bed frame smacks pretty hard into the wall in very fast pace.

you’re babbling his name and crying it out in pathetic little screams, his hips slam against yours and the heavy drag of his cock in you only gives him momentum with every time he pounds into your pussy, legs spread wide, his thumb still playing with your clit. there’s nothing else for you to do but squirm, shake violently, and cry. beomgyu admires the way your swollen pussy swallows his fat cock up, stretching beautifully, clit twinkling with your essence from earlier as he plays around. you come to drag your nails on his shoulder down his back, unable to hold back. “little more, baby. silly little slut, acting like it’s too much…” he grunts under his breath as your breaths became shallow, sobs incoherent, body shaking wildly. the way the softness of your walls flutter all over his cock that’s deep inside, connecting with your sweet spot that makes your entire legs twitch, and your shirt rides up your tummy, showing faded hickeys from the past few days, it all hits him like a truck. his pace grows erratic, downright hard, before he stops, once his balls have hit your ass, inhaling harshly to moan so loudly, pulling out to do the same, mouth unable to stifle the very long moan he lets out. the way he shoves you deeper into the mattress and the overwhelming sensation of him filling you up with his warm, warm, thick come makes you come again, legs licking behind his back, sobs spaced out enough that you sound like you’re gasping for air. as he rides it out for the both of you, beomgyu pulls out a little but moans even louder at the way his come sounds mixed with yours, it sounds so messy and wet, he dares to look down and see the creamy ring on his cock, your own puffed out pussy wet everywhere. youre catching your breath, trying to quiet down your cries, shaking still from how beomgyu’s staccato moans are still sounding, but not they’re slower and smaller. once the tide has pulled back enough, you feel beomgyu use the sleeve of his long sleeve to dab at your tears, settling your legs down on the mattress. he gives you a small, apologetic smile, moving hair out of his eyes with his forearm, and he comes down to kiss you sweetly.

“i’m sorry, baby.” beomgyu says it in your mouth, lisp still sounding, and you give him a smile, kissing back. he hovers over your face. “was that okay? just wanted to do something with you…” he gets quiet, suddenly shy, and you giggle. “that was really good, beomie. i enjoyed it so much. thank you.” you kiss his chin, smiling wider at the way his growing facial hair prickles softly. he shakes his head. “no, thank you for being so good for me.” you both just smile at each other, beomgyu still inside, and when you look back at the screen, it suddenly flashes the proverbial question.

are you still watching?

beomgyu looks back at you and sighs. “god damn it, they couldn’t have asked us this earlier?” you giggle some more, and beomgyu’s fake irritated expression is out the window with that. “i love you.” you both say at the same time, and you laugh together. he lies back down, body on top of yours, just for a few minutes, he tells you, before you’ll inevitably have to get up and clean. but for now, he’ll enjoy still being inside, and you’ll definitely enjoy being filled.

but one thing’s for sure - you’re definitely going to have to rewatch that episode after this.

#oh this is hot HOT HOTTT #i cant function after reading #nshsjhdjdjsksjshsjjs #🫠🫠🫠 #iwanthimsobad #beomie fic

[gomgyu]

what’s not to love?

pairing: kang taehyun x reader

word count: 3,766

summary: taehyun wants to make you feel better after a fun day out had gone wrong. but to make you feel good, you need to tell him your fear… and you also need to let yourself feel good too

contains: afab!reader, chubby!reader, mention of bullying/harassment, mentions of weight and size, negative body image, body dysmorphia, mutual masturbation (i guess i really like this), fingering, hand job, marking, tit sucking, pet names, lots of praise and compliments, creampie, multiple orgasms, missionary, lots of crying, unprotected sex (wear protection PLZ)

a/n: this is not good at all but i still wrote it with lots of love and lots of kisses that you very much deserve (for person who req’d and for the chubby readers out there like me <3 ;c) i wrote a few of my experiences but it should be said if you aren’t comfortable with topics mentioned above, you don’t have to read. protect your mind and body and heart. if anyone ever wants to talk about this or anything, i’m always open to you all. thank you for giving me a chance, you are loved!

hot, frustrated tears run down your cheeks, annoyance directed only at yourself. you can’t help these tears. understanding that you wanted your space with your shared bedroom door closed, taehyun gave you your space for an hour, but at some point, he couldn’t wait anymore.

there’s a knock before the door slowly opens, revealing taehyun. you’re lying in the middle of the bed, hugging yourself and watching reruns of some sitcom, bottom lip trembling.

“yn?” he calls, and you close your eyes, letting him come to you. he shuts the door behind him and sits beside you.

“my love, how can i make this better? your tears break my heart.” he asks again. after a nice afternoon out with the guys, you all headed out to the beach, and you were so excited to get in the water, even dressed up in a cute swimsuit you’d purchased just the other day! it was a beautiful day! but soon, as you were ready to join everyone in the water, you started hearing a few passing comments from other fellow beach goers. things that you had thought people could never say out loud, like every possible hurtful phrase that you could think of, things you used to tell yourself and would fear of other people saying. there were passing whispers, laughs even, and it didn’t help that it came from a group of guys would even yell things you felt too on edge to believe it didn’t belong to you. you felt responsible for ruining the day, going from defending yourself with a few mindless curses to tearfully telling the guys you wanted to go home.

by all means, you’d been coaxed into telling them why, in your own way, already on the way home, too late for them to return and execute their plotted revenge.

taehyun felt anger but put it away, knowing it was best to comfort you first: face serene, full of concerned adoration, but his thoughts waged war, imagining that he was putting his strength and fighting skills to good use.

“it’s better, i promise, i’m just being childish. i - i—“ your breath hitches and you sit up to hold his outstretched hands. he runs your knuckles with his thumbs. “i’m okay, i’m just m - mad i let them get to me and ruined such a beautiful day. i made it all about me! taehyun, can we go out to eat later with everyone? it’ll be my treat, i just want to fix everything.”

taehyun’s ears turn a bright red, somehow even more infatuated, but heart still racing at your sweetness. at your endless loveability.

as if you’re a dove with a broken wing, taehyun takes your face in his hands, thumbs brushing against the warm skin of your tear tracked cheeks. soft to the touch and supple, like your body under his rough hands.

“you don’t have to keep looking out for me, you know that, right? i want to make you feel better because i care.” he speaks and you know that he wants to tell you more. you only know because of how long you’ve known him; you know he won’t say everything because his actions speak more than words. that’s just taehyun, and you love him for it. but of course, not all his tiniest gestures and actions can accurately paint to show that he sees all. he is aware of the sad shift in your eyes, the hesitant twitch in the corners of your fake smile, the self censorship of your body with a pillow or jacket or baggy clothes even on harder days than others, the way you look at the few older pictures you have of yourself, zooming in on particular areas you’ve cried for hours over, the long glances at the calories on packaging, and he could keep going. just to fast forward through this bit of confrontation, you nod at his question, but his face doesn’t change. he doesn’t budge. he sighs and shakes his head. “i don’t want you to just agree with me. i want you to let yourself be loved, yn.” your heart takes a pause. it’s like those big, smart eyes bore right through you. it makes you look up at him, and his heart melts the same way strawberries over the stove do, the ones you and he love to heat up to for pies you like to make together. “there’s something you wanna say, but cat’s got your tongue, huh, baby?” he rubs your scalp through your mess of hair. you nod again. he gives a quick kiss to your forehead.

“i’m ready when you are. don’t be afraid, tell me, even if it hurts.” he says, leaning over your lying body, an elbow by your shoulder and the other still on your face. it makes you curl up more into yourself. you hadn’t needed another reminder to feel more disgusted at yourself. the way his shirt hangs on him exposes the divots of muscle on his neck, upper back and biceps, even the depth of his collarbones. his skin is so pretty, he’s so pretty. not once has he ever done anything to convince you that he felt a certain way because of your weight, but you always fear it. especially when you go out in public. especially when you lay together in the same bed. especially when you are held by him. especially when you stand in front of your mirror to get ready for a date or any thing. especially when he stands next to any other person who looks good on him. “well, i’m just scared…” your eyes well up so much and when you feel his thumb swiping at your cheek, warmth on it, you realize you’re crying. he doesn’t change in expression, except his eyebrows that get furrowed, big smart eyes darkening with the dimming sky.

“scared of what, yn?” he whispers, catching the water. your bottom lip shakes, you sputter out a “taehyun, i’m bigger than you!” your inhales and exhales shaky. he just blinks at you, tilting his head. you feel like throwing up. “you fit in the palm of my hand, yn.” he says so seriously, like he’s pointing out game rules for something he’s an expert in. through your red eyes of tears, your stunned mouth forms a smile because you’re in disbelief. “taehyun!” you say his name and his face breaks into ease, not as serious and cold as it was. “what?” you rub your wet cheeks with a fist, not feeling so close to sobbing about your insecurities as you were before he had replied. “yn, what’s so wrong about you being bigger than me? what crime would that be if that were the case?” he says once he’s leaned to hover over your face, your cheek laying on your arm. you’re still on your side. “but - ” “no, yn, i’m serious. none of that matters, i’m sorry. i will love you regardless of what size you are. i want to know why being a certain size makes you feel this way? you’re so full of life but when it comes to anything about your weight or your shape, you get so…” he inhales like it’s difficult, and the way he closes his eyes shows. you sniffle.

“isn’t it obvious? because i think it makes me look worse. i feel so ugly. too ugly for you. i feel like a big caterpillar next to a beautiful butterfly.” you laugh through your tears that continue flowing. taehyun sits back up, looking down at you from a distance. “i know it’s dumb, tae. that’s why i didn’t wanna - ” “ - i’m sorry.” he says weakly. it’s a little out of left field, you lift your head from your arm. his eyes are on the bed, like he’s pondering deeply. “what?” you ask. he meets your eyes, and the weight of them on you is heavy so you lay your head back down. “had i gotten over my worry of smothering you or coming on to strong, as opposed of my exterior and approach, maybe you wouldn’t feel this way.” his heart beats so loudly he is afraid you can hear it. “what do you mean, honey?” you sound concerned and he sighs. “maybe you would be at least an eighth aware of how beautiful you have never stopped being if i could just be a better partner to you...”

“oh, taehyun, i—it’s not like that at all. it’s just me. and my brain. and people like today. but mainly me. i chose to let it ruin my day when i could’ve just - “ “that’s bullshit.” he’s now back to you, nose to nose. stare even heavier. your heart is pounding louder than his. “taehyun… s—stop interrupting me…” you try and joke, and he sighs yet again. horribly in love, horribly endeared, unaccepting the way his love for you has not full fledged for you. “no. i can’t go on like this if you aren’t even aware by a degree of how gorgeous you are and everything about you is. everything. i need to show you the effect you have on me.” you swallow hard. “do you understand, yn?” he asks seriously, voice low. you nod and he shakes his head, taking your jaw back in his hand, lock tight but not hurtful. it makes your thick thighs squeeze together. he glances down, wedging an arm between them, but maintaining that intense look. “use your words, baby. i know you can. you’re smart, just shy and unaware of the truth.” your shaky inhale has wetness accumulating in the nook between your thighs. “yes, taehyun, i—i understand.” he arches an eyebrow, getting even closer. “understand what, huh?” he asks and your hips buck slightly. it gets a jolt to your core. his hand comes to bring yours to the growing tent, you gasp. it’s a semi but it’s definitely not small. “i understand that y--y-you, or i…i—i - ” his arm presses down on your wettening cunt that’s weeping through your shorts. there’s not much protection between you two. your lips are parted with little breaths beginning to come from them, at the intensity of his words, at the slight touching that’s making you get needy. “oh! fuck me…” you say under your breath with the simmering arousal starting to reach a level past hot and bothered.

“close enough.” he comments with a sly look, getting braver and using his fingers to touch you through your shorts. your own hand squeezes and starts to stroke up and down the growing length in his own pair of shorts. “you’re mean…” you mutter through breathy, cut off whines. he laughs in your face. “you’re beautiful.” you mewl at that, in his mouth once he comes down to take your breath away with the way he is committed to keeping his lips on yours. soft, slick sounds of kisses, on top of your tiny but growing moans get you and him needier and needier. he pumps and rubs in circles on your weeping cunt through the fabric which is getting wet and annoying. “when you show your legs like this, i wanna sink my teeth into them…” you pant out loud. he groans into your mouth as you move the hem of his shorts down a little to jerk him off, hot red cock poking out, rock hard now against his firmness. your hand sliding up and down now using the hem to stroke him, it makes him grunt against your lips. “more skin means more room for me to mark you up, show everyone that you’re mine… that you’re so…!” he cuts himself off with a frustrated moan once your hand gives a little too much pressure and attention to his tip, the fabric giving even more stimulation.

“stop it.” he says quietly, slapping your hand away lightly, and you instantly do just as he asks. your little panting and dazed eyes makes the lust thrumming through his veins even louder. “let me, baby. i know you wanna take care of me, but you already are. don’t worry. you need to understand that i wanna make you feel loved and as beautiful as you are to me. just wanna treat you right, princess…” you nod at his words, he comes closer, moving you to lie on your back and in between your thighs, coming to open your legs a little wider, you’re trying not to care that they’re much bigger than his own. that the extra skin on your tummy is peaking from how your shirt is starting to ride up.

“oh, god, ‘m so huge…” you speak in between kisses, your tone and hitched breaths sound panicky, and he pulls away, watching your blushing face. “there’s nothing to fear. size doesn’t fucking matter. not to me. you’re still tiny in my palm. but i’ll show you what’s big though…” you choke on a gasp, blushing more and cracking a grin at his words. he can be so… he comes back to keep kissing you. you’re crying still, sniffling in between, apologizing, moaning, panting, and taehyun nods, every few moments he pauses to stop, rub them away, and tell you how beautiful you are, tell you that he wishes you could see how wonderful you are, tell you that he doesn’t care about size, tell you that he loves your body and every inch of it, tell you that you’re perfect, tell you that if he could have it his way you wouldn’t be so afraid of yourself and that you too could be proud of the you outside as you are inside, and murmur everything and everything that you didn’t know you needed to hear all against the feverish skin in your neck, in your ear, between your lips, and wherever else he was busy suckling the slowest but darkest of marks on your body.

your lips tremble with cries that are fighting to be set free. he’s too smooth, too precise with every word he says right in the soft part of your heart that is sensitive and refusing to believe is words, and you want to believe it so bad. a part of you entertains the idea that the discomfort behind your extra skin, your love handles, your tummy, your thick thighs, extra skin and muscle on your arms and legs is truly not a bother to your loving boyfriend, that on the contrary they are simply parts of a whole of the person he loves, and the only reason you struggle with accepting yourself for who you are is yourself, among other stupid people on this planet who have a problem with bigger people. you have never let yourself be, let yourself be comfortable, sucking in your tummy for most of junior high and high school, doing just about every possible thing to get rid of extra pounds of yourself - in ways that ruined your health even to this day that you’re trying to recuperate from still - on a body that is simply just a body, not a product of your worth, for which you know is grand.

taehyun has eased off your shorts, finger fucking you sharp and fast, chuckling to himself at the lewd clicks of your sopping wet cunt. you throw your arms around his neck. “t—taehyun!” you sob, his fingers have coincidentally brushed your sweet spot. your tone makes him slow down, ready to pull out, but you shake your head, going “n—no, please don’t… just… faster…!” he lets you catch your breath before resuming his swiftness of entering and exiting you with only his digits. “i love you, taehyun, i love you!” you cry, and he gives a watery smile you are unable to see since he’s embracing you. “i love you, too, princess, so~ much… using your words and being so good for me, fuck, ‘m feeling spoiled…” he grunts out, enjoying too much of the way your pussy clenches on his fingers. he’s quick to bring you to your high, your hips bouncing and undulating from the after shocks. he peels off you, both of you sweating, but you don’t let him get too far, his erection had been neglected on your thigh, twitching every so often. you reach up to kiss him, moaning sweetly in his mouth, playing with your slit shallowly, not entirely pulling out. at that, you stretch your head back in pleasure, giving taehyun access to press a few kisses to your throat to make you moan some more.

“taehyun…” you whine out, making him nod and settle on you better. your bare from the waist down. he’s fully clothed and you desperately want to change that. but first… “yes?” he whispers against your mouth. “thank you.” it’s a shy confession, to which he quirks an eyebrow. “what for, love?” you give him a blank look, making him drop his oblivious facade. “taehyun!” you raise your voice that breaks off into giggles. you share a few more kisses, softer and gentler to the licking and wet ones from before.

“i feel better now. at least for now. a weird kind of relief.” you say gently, looking around as you speak, taehyun’s heart accelerating at your words and at how pretty you look right now. you reach a hand down to feel at his cock that’s still caught between his abdomen and the hem of his shorts, you swirl your palm over the head and stroke. he hisses immediately, his hand coming to grip at your wrist. “looks like someone else needs relief…” you point out, and he stays quiet.

“can i have you inside me? i want to feel you come inside,” the way you eye up at him with a beautiful smile playing on your even beautifuller face attached to an even beautifuller body wets your palm with pre come. “are you sure, baby?” he asks, leaning his face over yours. so intimate. you nod, taking it even farther when you buck your hips against his. “okay, okay!” he laughs, dropping his head once he sits up a little, his long hair falling over his before moving to shake it off. his big pretty eyes glitter in the lamp light and sunset. “i guess my point has been made… my point being that i wanted to show you how much of an effect you have on me…” your little smile moves to a caught off guard look, blush on your cheeks and ears. “and believe me, i don’t mean to sound like a fucking perv, but fuck, princess, it takes a lot of acting and restraint not to just bend you over and fuck you everywhere we go when you show your figure.” you just blink up at him. your brain short circuiting makes him laugh.

“do with that what you will, baby,” he says and sits up. eyes darkening and full of intensity. “but i’m going to fuck you now.” the lack of sugar coating makes your thighs urge to squeeze and rub together. you’re wet again. “o—okay…”

taehyun’s loving smile elongates, dimples popping up on his tan skin. “my pretty, pretty thing, what’s not to love about you…?” he says coming down to kiss you, and quickly, it’s more than just kisses, mess of saliva, teeth, tongues, and wet lips, your whimpers caught between them all. you help each other take off the last bits of clothes, your frantic hands moving to remove his shirt, even after his shorts were removed, leaving his pretty cock standing tall against his defined abs. your long glances make him chuckle, finding your shy but very clear infatuation endearing. he grabs a free pillow and placed it under your hips, enjoying manhandling you and watching your shocked expression. as taehyun slowly slides himself in your awaiting core, pressing a few light kisses to the curves of your tits, he hikes your legs up a little more in his arms. he reminds himself to massage your limbs during aftercare, to help you stretch, because you can get very sore after he fucks you. soon, his hips meet your pelvis once he bottoms out, and you cry out, taking long long breaths to coax out the shaky moans lodged in your throat. he hits deep easily, and your walls are stretched so nicely. he’s nestled in a way that fills you up so completely you’re overwhelmed just by his entrance.

taehyun loves this view so much, your body splayed out for him, unfiltered, so beautiful, so fragrant, soft, warm, and pliant especially for him. once you beg for him to move so prettily, he fucks into you shallowly before stepping it up. he feels happy seeing that light return to your eyes, seeing your real smile, seeing your body in all its glory all for him, all spread before him, he feels like he’s the luckiest man alive. “taking me so good, what a beautiful angel…” he groans loudly, making you cry more. the sound of his cock intruding your core and its wetness makes you both groan. he wishes he could be better for you, improving everyday, to make sure you’re never feeling any less than you are now: joyful, pleasured, satisfied… you continue moving up and down the sheets in the exact rhythm that taehyun rocks into you, even seeing your eyes closed in bliss makes him even more turned on, your sweet lips stuck open with even sweeter cries raining from them, his cock twitching deep in your gummy walls. taehyun kisses you some more, fucking in you deeper, soft and passionate pace, even more compliments running like water from his beautiful but filthy mouth. at some point, he holds your hands gripping tight and keeps eye contact with you, moaning with you, as he continues his pace in pounding you.

even after bringing you to simultaneous orgasm, after catching your breaths, after taehyun sucks at your tits to finish riding it out, you both realize it’s not enough. taehyun fucks you again and again and again, filling you up completely, not once holding back how he truly feels, and the same for you. from a day of chaos turned into a night of pure bliss. nothing can ever truly make all those thoughts, even assholes like earlier, go away, it’s a journey of self love - not self hate at all - that you have to keep walking through, but nights like this sure help. they definitely do when taehyun does not once ever let go of your hand.

#THIS IS SO HOT #AAAAAAA #im melting #taehyunie fic

[gomgyu]

how to calm down when i saw new fics dropping on my dash

#ruby talks #i'll finish my tasks real quick and read them soon!!

[gomgyu]

secured beomgyu’s moakit 23 pc and id photo im gonna put them on the back of my phoneee

#ruby talks #i swear this will be the last time i buy merchs #save for txt9 im def gonna get it hehe #??? um nvm im just a collector by heart