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#beomgyu drabble
jjunieworld · 15 days
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more than this? ` ༘ ⋆𓂅
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pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader
genre: friends with benefits to lovers, smut, the slightest bit of angst, kinda mutual (unknown) pining??
synopsis: when beomgyu asked you to be fuck buddies, you thought it was risky considering your already growing feelings for him. but, you just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be close to him in any way that you could. now you’re wondering if the two of you will ever be anything more than this.
warnings: unprotected sex (no!!), dom!beomgyu, sub!reader, fingering, creampie, multiple orgasms, slight praise, petnames (baby), some aftercare
word count: 3.1k┊masterlist
author's note: when i tell you i was literally working against the clock for this one to post it on time for beomgyu’s birthday… happy birthday beomgyu!! :)) this was kinda inspired by the song k. by cigarettes after sex! hopefully i can get past this writer’s block so i can start posting regularly again :( i hope you enjoy!! ♡
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the mixture of you and beomgyu’s pants filled your bedroom. the two of you had been going at it in different positions for hours and the sun had just started to come up. your body was essentially jello by now but the feeling of beomgyu inside you felt too good to stop. besides, you knew this was the only time you could ever be intimate with him.
when the idea of you and beomgyu being friends with benefits first arose, you were hesitant to accept his offer. the two of you were close, but not exactly bestfriends. you refused to let yourself get that close to him knowing you had feelings for your longtime friend. it was also difficult knowing that he mainly just wanted a quick fuck whenever you were down for it.
but, you couldn’t refuse. you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have your body pressed against his, your breaths mixing as he pounded deep inside you.
again, you felt the knot in your stomach tighten as the pleasure got too much for you. “beomgyu, i’m gonna c-cum again,” you spoke shakily, pushing at his shoulders. everytime the two of you were together he insisted that the main position you fucked in was missionary. “you’re face is way too pretty to just be pushed down into the sheets,” beomgyu had said.
beomgyu pressed his lips to yours, half kissing you and half moaning, “cum for me, baby. one last time.” your nails dug into his shoulders and you leaned your head back towards the headboard as you came undone. still, beomgyu slid in and out of you, helping you chase your high. his lips were on your jaw and slight whimpers were coming out of his mouth as he came right after you.
you looked at beomgyu through hooded lids and furrowed brows as you felt him release inside you once again. whining a little, you kissed him hard. after this, he would leave and you would be alone again. you didn’t want the time the two of you were spending together to end, even if the ever growing stickiness between your thighs was starting to get a little uncomfortable. you were definitely going to have to wash your sheets and comforter a couple times after this, the mix of both of your cum was all over it.
beomgyu slid out of you and fell onto the bed next to you, his hair falling over his eyes as he looked over to you. he tapped a finger to your lips, his body catching the light from the thin sheen of sweat all over him. “good?” beomgyu asked you. you giggled and nodded, “very good.” beomgyu smiled at you and got up from the bed, the sunlight coming through from the blinds lighting up with slightly dark room.
“shower with me,” beomgyu said as he walked around to your side of the bed. he held out his hand to you and you had to resist the urge to take in his naked body in front of you. you’ve seen him naked more times that you could count now, but it always shocked you to see how delicious he looked. you stood up slowly, wincing slightly from the pain in your legs, and took his hand.
you had some of beomgyu’s clothes, either from him keeping some at your apartment for future hookups or him accidentally leaving some at your place after rushing out. you didn’t mind really, it was more convenient and you liked wearing his shirts to bed after he left.
“if i can get up…” you trailed as you moved to him. “i wasn’t expecting to go for that long today,” you added as you wobbled slightly. beomgyu smirked down at you as he held you steady. “i didn’t hear you complaining,” he replied as you both made your way to your bathroom.
rolling your eyes at him playfully as you leaned against the sink, you murmured under your breath, “and you never will.” thankfully, him turning the water on covered your words. becoming fuck buddies was risky enough to the strange friendship you and beomgyu had, but adding your feelings into the mix would be catastrophic. sometimes you felt like your friendship was hanging off the ledge and one wrong move would completely destroy it and you would lose beomgyu forever.
the sound of the shower curtains drawing pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked over to beomgyu. “come on,” he said and stepped into the shower and behind the curtains. you walked over and pulled the curtains back slightly to peer in at him. beomgyu’s back was to you and he was under the running water as you stepped into the shower. he turned to you with a small smile and moved you towards the water.
the two of you worked in silence as you washed your bodies, occasionally helping each other, until you were clean. you were both now sitting on your bed watching the sunrise through the window that you opened to let in the fresh air. “let me take you out to dinner,” beomgyu suddenly said, his wet hair sticking to his forehead. you turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “i feel like an asshole after we have sex. i don’t want you to feel like i’m just using you,” he then added.
isn’t that what this is though? maybe not him explicitly using you per se, but him just being here for the sex? you knitted your brows together as you thought over his proposal. you tried not to let yourself fall into the thought that beomgyu might want something more than this. you didn’t want to go through the heartbreak if you turned out to be wrong.
what damage could you going out to dinner with him do? “okay,” you nodded, speaking softly. beomgyu’s face lit up with a smile and he brought his lips to yours, causing your heart to race and your face to heat up significantly. the two of you did all the intimate things couples do, except you weren’t one. it made your head spin.
“later on today!” beomgyu exclaimed as he got up from the bed. he started to collect his things from around your bedroom. your heart sank as you realized he was about to leave. “around noon. i’ll pick you up!” he added. you put on a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes as you nodded again. “i’ll see you then!” you laughed breezily, hoping to come off as carefree as you got up and followed him to the door.
beomgyu pressed another kiss to your mouth before turned to leave. you waved goodbye to him as he jogged to his car before shutting your door. pressing your head to the coldness of the door, you breathed in deeply. you desperately needed to sort out your feelings before this all became a mess.
you smoothed out your dress again as you stood in front of the mirror by your door. taking a deep breath, you checked the time on your phone again. beomgyu would be arriving any minute, which was confirmed from the incoming text of him saying he was around the corner. you still weren’t sure if this classified as a date or not and you tried—and failed miserably—to steel your nerves.
there was a knock at your door, causing you to jump. you took one last deep breath before opening it to beomgyu on the other side. a small smile grew on his face. “hi,” beomgyu said, taking in your appearance. “you look pretty!” you couldn’t help but smile back at him, especially after he called you pretty. everytime you looked at him your heart fluttered and leaped around in your chest, begging to be let free. “hi,” you replied softly, your smile growing. “thank you, you look pretty too!”
“are you ready?” beomgyu asked with a slight laugh and you nodded. he led you to his car and the two of you began the drive to whatever restaurant beomgyu had picked out.
at the restaurant, which was quite fancy from the looks of it, you got a table towards the back where it wasn’t as crowded. now you sat across from beomgyu, menu in hand, as your face heated from the sheer thought of the situation you were in. the waiter had come and taken your orders so now it was just a waiting game. you and beomgyu had been making small talk as you tried to ignore the slight grumbling of your stomach.
“i know you said you felt like an asshole, but you didn’t have to take me to dinner,” you said, letting a smile form on your face. you were trying to gauge his intentions to make your anxiety go down since pushing your feelings away clearly wasn’t working. “i do. and yeah, i did feel like an asshole, but that was mainly an excuse to ask you out to dinner with me,” beomgyu said.
you almost started to choke from an inhale gone wrong but manage to cover it up. you stared at beomgyu with wide eyes, “you wanted to take me out to dinner?” beomgyu laughed and leaned towards you slightly. “of course! who wouldn’t want to take you out to dinner?” the waiter came back with your food and you waited for them to leave before speaking.
“well you don’t really take someone you’re casually fucking out to dinner,” you blurted, stabbing your fork into the food you got. you froze as you realized what you just said. without missing a beat, beomgyu replied, “then let’s stop being casual.”
looking up at him, mouth agape, you struggled to form words. all you could manage was a choked, “what?” beomgyu shrugged and repeated his words, a smirk growing on his face. “we already do everything a couple does—kiss, fuck… and it’s not like i’m seeing anybody else—don’t even have the desire to. you’re the only one i want,” beomgyu shrugged again like he was simply saying the grass was green as he ate his food. he then looked up at you through his lashes, “unless you’re seeing someone?”
you forced your mouth to stop hanging wide open. “you want me?” you asked seriously, setting your fork onto your plate with a slight ‘clang!’ beomgyu stopped eating and looked at you, tilting his head to the side as he let out a small laugh. “y/n, are you serious?” he asked you as if you were joking around with him. when you were silent he sat his utensils down and stared at you for a couple seconds.
“i just spent hours having sex with you. you think i’d spend hours having sex with someone if i only wanted a quick fuck?” beomgyu then ask you seriously. you shrugged and looked down, pushing your food around on your plate. “being fuck buddies is different for everyone… how was i supposed to know you wanted me back?” you trailed. beomgyu gave you a bewildered look, mouth slightly ajar.
he then called over the waiter and asked for the bill and to-go boxes. you stared at him in confusion, “what are you doing?” beomgyu just shook his head at you, saying nothing. the waiter brought what he asked for and he handed you one of the to-go boxes as he paid. “beomgyu,” you spoke as he moved his food into the box. you were confused on what was happening as you mimicked his actions.
once the two of you were finished, beomgyu stood from his chair, to-go box in hand. “let’s go,” he said. you rose to your feet and grabbed your things with furrowed brows, “go where?” you desperately needed answers. “my place,” is all he said as he started towards the entrance of the restaurant.
the drive to beomgyu’s place was silent. he pushed open his front door and dragged you inside towards his bedroom, abandoning your food on the kitchen counter. you stood awkwardly in the middle of his room as you waited for some sort of explanation. “do i want you?” he murmured under his breath sarcastically like it was some joke. beomgyu turned to you suddenly, “are you seeing someone else?”
“of course not!” you exclaimed, brows knitting further together. “okay then,” beomgyu replied as he began stripping off his clothes. “what is going on?” you asked frustrated.
“i’m showing you i want you,” is all beomgyu simply said, now only in his boxers. he came up to you and grabbed the hem of your dress, taking it completely off in one swift movement. you weren’t wearing a bra underneath, so now your breasts were on full display for him, nipples perking up from the sudden coldness. beomgyu’s lips were on yours in an instant as his hands slid up your waist.
you returned his kiss as you pressed your body to his for some type of warmth. “you could’ve waited until after we ate,” you murmured against beomgyu’s lips. you felt him smile and he guided you back to the bed. “lay down,” beomgyu said, breaking away from you. his finger hooked onto the hem of your underwear, “and take these off.”
your heart was racing as you slid your underwear down and climbed onto beomgyu’s bed. heat pulled at your core as you waited for him to make the next move. beomgyu smirked at you as he slowly pulled his boxers down against his hard bulge. his cock sprang out, causing your eyes to widen a little.
now that your mind was clear for once, you really took in just how big beomgyu’s cock was. pressing your thighs together and shifting on the bed, your face heated at the fact that it was about to be inside you. beomgyu stroked himself a couple times before stepping towards the bed. he climbed overtop of you, causing you to lay down onto your back.
the tip of his cock was rubbing against your clit and it sent shivers through your body. your pussy throbbed even more at the contact. “how could you be so clueless?” beomgyu asked you before his lips captured yours. his hand trailed down to your pussy and his thumb started to rub circles into your clit. you moaned into his mouth, hips rocking upwards, “you should’ve just told me.” your voice was starting to come up breathy as your hips grinded up towards his hand.
beomgyu slipped his fingers inside you, “why didn’t you tell me?” your brain fogged over, small moans escaping your lips as he pumped in and out of you. your wetness made it easy, and the slight squelching sounds set your body on fire. you kissed beomgyu to try and stifle your whimper. “gonna cum,” you breathed out, completely ignoring beomgyu’s question.
you threw your head back into the pillow and beomgyu trailed kisses along your neck as the knot in your stomach tightened. you wrapped your arms around beomgyu’s neck and brought his face to yours as your legs started to tremble, kissing him hard. your hips rolled up as you came around his fingers, breathing heavily as you put your forehead to beomgyu’s.
beomgyu kissed you sweetly for a moment before pulling away to hover over you. he lined his cock with your entrance and slowly slid inside you, brows furrowing. “fuck, baby,” he said as he bottomed out. beomgyu began sliding in and out of you at a decent rate, his head bowed as he watched your cum coat his cock, before picking up his pace.
you cried out as he pressed your thighs to your stomach, using the advantage to fuck into you deeper. “you can take it, baby. i know you can,” beomgyu said before giving you a chaste kiss, a whimper spilling out of his mouth after. he filled you up so much you felt like you were going to burst at the seams. you felt every inch of him, especially the tip of his cock hitting against your sweet spot. it made tears prick your eyes and your teeth to bite down hard on your bottom lip.
“you like that? you like when i fuck into you like that? when i make you feel good?” beomgyu breathed, staring down at your whimpering figure. you squirmed underneath him, eyes squeezed shut as you nodded, “mhm, p-please don’t stop!”
beomgyu sloppily kissed you, slight grunts vibrating against your mouth as he continued fucking you. “it feels so good,” you murmured, trying to grind up into him in any way that you could. beomgyu’s hands gripping your thighs and pinning you to the bed made it impossible. beomgyu moaned, head falling with tightly knitted brows and you felt him twitch inside you.
“mmm, baby you’re gonna make me cum with how fucking tight you are around me,” he said lowly. beomgyu’s voice was so attractive, especially when he lowered it. that it made the rope inside you snap and you came all over his cock, a whimpering mess beneath him. “that’s it, baby. fuck…” beomgyu trailed and his grip on your thighs tightened as he feverishly stroked in and out of your pussy faster.
your nails dug into his shoulders as you cried out again, shallow moans pouring out of you as your back arched off the bed. “t-too much!” you whimpered.
“take it,” beomgyu demanded as he continued his pace. his head fell back and his mouth hung open as you watched his hips roll back and forth through watery eyes.
“shit…” beomgyu said, breathing hard as he came inside you, filling you up even more. his strokes faltered as he rode out his high and you whined loudly underneath him, squirming from your sensitive pussy. beomgyu leaned down and brought his lips to yours to slowly kiss you.
“my baby,” he said airily, pecking your lips before pulling away. you looked at him through hooded eyes and tear stained cheeks, not even registering his words. beomgyu chuckled at you before kissing your cheek and then your neck. “my baby, always so good. i could fuck you for days,” he said against your neck, leaving goosebumps on your skin.
beomgyu leaned back and slowly pulled out of you, a wince on his face. you felt empty without him inside you, without his big cock filling you up to the brim. you felt the cum drip out of you and whimpered slightly. beomgyu laid down onto the bed next to you and pulled you towards him. “my clueless, fucked out baby,” beomgyu laughed as you settled into him. you giggled and pushed at his chest a little, “shut up!” beomgyu pressed a kiss to your forehead as he laughed more.
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sunghoons-mole · 8 months
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coworker!beomgyu who is head over heels for you, following you around work and offering to do favors for you, trying to take heavy stuff out of your hands and carry it for you,
coworker!beomgyu who is cute but you aren’t interested, but you bat your eyes and flash a smile whenever possible to keep him doing nice things for you,
coworker!beomgyu who confesses his feelings and you turn him down, you could never see beomgyu that way, he was just a coworker who had become a close friend,
coworker!beomgyu who still flirts with you each day, and you flirt back even though you swear he’s not your type,
coworker!beomgyu who won’t leave you alone at work, so you drag him into a supply closet and pin him against a wall, hand over his mouth so the boss doesn’t hear,
coworker!beomgyu whose cock grows harder when you breathe against his neck, “if i let you fuck me, pretty boy, will that get you to leave me alone?”
coworker!beomgyu whose hands are now roaming your body and breasts in the dark of the closet, groaning when you whisper “such a needy boy. you’ve been dreaming of this, haven’t you?”
coworker!beomgyu who has to keep himself from cumming when you say “don’t you dare cum yet. good boy. i’m letting you fuck me, aren’t i? the least you can do is do it well.”
coworker!beomgyu whose dick is larger than you expected, hitting all the right spots and filling you up so good, you have to walk back to your desk a mess with weak legs,
coworker!beomgyu whom you let fuck you in hopes it would satisfy him enough to leave you alone, but now you can’t stop thinking about him
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niki-phoria · 1 month
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I'M NOTHING WITHOUT YOU
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pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 645
notes: not proofread, title from LANY - you!, mullet beomgyu they could never make me hate you
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beomgyu’s face scrunches up; his body stirring at the feeling of your hands twisting through his hair. it’s a comforting feeling - one he would normally enjoy, even - had he not wanted to sleep in longer. 
you can tell he’s awake. his breaths are no longer as deep or slow and his quiet snores have since subsided. but neither of you make any move to start your day. not yet, at least. 
with beomgyu’s eyes still closed, chasing the last remaining remnants of his sleep, you continue to play with his hair. you carefully twist the strands through your fingers, gently scratching your nails against his scalp. you softly smile, brushing stray strands of hair away from his face. 
beomgyu whines softly when your fingers slip out of his hair, instead settling to rest against his shoulder. you chuckle beneath your breath as you lean in, pressing a chaste kiss against the junction of his neck and shoulder. “morning, gyu,” you murmur. 
he quietly grumbles in response, languidly rolling onto his back so he can look up at you. his eyes only flutter open for a second, but it’s still enough time for him to take in the sight of you. your messy strands of disheveled hair framing your face. your soft smile when he looks up at you. your skin shining with a golden glow from the morning sun. you, the love of his life.
beomgyu reaches up to cup your cheek, lazily trailing his fingers against your skin. you wrap your hand around his own, pressing a quick kiss against the inside of his wrist. “i’ll go make some breakfast.”
he reacts quickly, gently grabbing onto your hand. beomgyu intertwines your fingers together - a sign that he’s not ready to let go. it’s a gesture that’s usually reserved for overly dramatic goodbyes in airport terminals or hidden in the safety of your apartment as you send beomgyu off for a long day of work. there are no pressing matters that threaten to keep you out of his arms, but you respect the gesture all the same, quietly slipping back underneath the covers with no complaints. 
“stay,” beomgyu murmurs, wrapping his arms around you. a soft sigh of content escapes his lips as he nuzzles himself against your chest; his body covers yours almost entirely like a giant weighted blanket. his eyes flutter shut once again. “just a little longer.”
you chuckle, but relent without complaints all the same. instead, you reach your hands up to brush your fingers through his hair once again. “we need to get up at some point, you know,” you murmur. “you promised to bake with me today.”
beomgyu hums, though you’re not sure if he’s actually registering the words you’re saying or if they’re just fading into the background like white noise for him to fall back asleep to. 
“we have work tomorrow,” you continue, twisting the strands into makeshift curls. “if we lay in bed today all day, we won’t have time to do anything until our next break.”
you can just barely make out the apology beomgyu mumbles into your t-shirt. his fingers snake underneath the fabric; his fingers trace miscellaneous shapes against the skin on your hips and side. 
a comfortable silence falls over your room once again. your hand falls to beomgyu’s back, now gently soothing the soreness of his body as much as you can. 
“are you ready to get up now?” 
beomgyu lets out a soft hum of discontent. you tilt his face upwards to look up at you as he blinks the sleepiness out of his eyes. pushing himself up, he hovers over you, so close that you can see the mischievous glint his eyes and the corner of his lips beginning to curl into a smirk. 
“five more minutes,” he murmurs just before he presses his lips against yours once again. 
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bamgyew · 1 month
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punishing teasing sub!beomgyu
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themes/warnings: minors do not read, nsfw, sub!beomgyu, female!reader, femdom!reader, degredation, praise, teasing, handjob, light blowjob, cum eating, overstimulation, implied voyeurism, kissing, light tongue sucking, light cnc, established relationship — let me know if i missed out on any other warnings.
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sub!beomgyu who’s oh so desperate to be punished by his innocent-looking girlfriend. practically begging her to do whatever she wants with him. calling himself a bad boy who deserves to be punished for finding another girl pretty at first glance, knowing he’s not allowed to look at other girls.
sub!beomgyu who can’t even form a single coherent sentence after you tease him by not giving him what he wants. dumb baby who wants to be punished but can’t actually handle your cruelty. desperately begs to be tied up so you can give him his punishment properly only for you to refuse.
sub!beomgyu who begs you to do something to hinm— to use him and play with him until he breaks, he doesn’t care, he just wants to feel you. he’s so desperate that you can tell how hard he is underneath the thin fabric that was covering his cock. precum spilling out and forming a wet spot in his underwear, illustrating how needy he is for you.
sub!beomgyu who begs you to take off his underwear so you do as a show of mercy. you slyly laugh at how red the tip of his cock is and how the veins around his base look like they are about to explode.
sub!beomgyu who asks you to touch his hard cock but you just sit there and observe as his body squirms from despair. he starts tearing up from the overwhelming pleasure of remaining untouched by you. he moves his hips in the air oh so desperately, seeking ways to make himself cum.
sub!beomgyu who starts cumming untouched after you lift his shirt right above his chest to play with his nipples. his loud whimpers and moans fill the room as he continues to cum— practically asking to be heard by your neighbors being the voyeur he is. you milk his cock dry as you cover his mouth with your free hand to silence his noises.
sub!beomgyu who cums for the second time just after a few pumps in his cock due to overstimulation. eyes closed and mouth agape as he plays with his nipples. you stroke his cock to sensitivity as you watch his cum spill out of his slit. drooling as he moans out your name a couple of times— begging you to stop, saying that he can’t handle it anymore all while still thrusting his cock back into your hand.
sub!beomgyu who’s desperate to be praised and called a good boy for being able to handle his punishment. you finally press your lips against his, your tongues playing with each other, as you milk his cock for the last time. he watches you with heavy eyes as you start sucking off the cum dripping in his cock— all while whispering a bunch of sweet nothings to him for being such a good boy to you.
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boba-beom · 9 months
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stay still | CHOI BEOMGYU NSFW
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p: beomgyu x fem!reader | g: smut | w: fwb!beomgyu a tease, heavy petting, fingering (f!receiving), marking, degradation; (slut, whore), pet names; (baby), smut with plot, possessive but also annoying gyu 🙄, ruined orgasm rip, not proofread, lmk if I missed anything! | wc: 1k | summary: while visiting beomgyu his friends and family just so happens to stay over too. instead of sleeping in the guest room you end up sleeping in his bed where you talk to him about your crush on one of his friends and wanting to stop your fwb agreement, but he tries to make you think otherwise. | a/n: guys,, this beomgyu is tainting all thoughts in my head omfg
!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!
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“didn’t we agree to stay quiet? hm?” beomgyu’s low whisper raised hairs along your neck. the deep rasps in his throat never failed to make your eyes subtly roll to the back of your head. or was that because he’s been teasing you since he joined you in his bed. here you are back against the bed, staring up at the ceiling with beomgyu laying on his side.
“gyu- fuck. can you just hear me out for a- a second?” you struggle to face him after having your eyes shut a little too tight, causing you to see luminescent colours whenever you tried to blink your eyes open.
he stops his ministrations of rubbing your clothed bundle of nerves, knowing that your satin shorts have a dark patch spreading across the material. he has your one leg trapped between his thighs and the other spread out a little.
beomgyu knows how to get you shaking, he knows what makes you crave for more and how to tease you. but for some reason he just doesn’t seem to understand the fact that you may or may not have a small crush on his friend whom you’ve only met twice.
“what do you even have to say? that you want to drop me for yeonjun? he has many friends with benefits to go to, what makes you think he’ll drop them for a filthy whore like you?” he sighs, adjusting his position beside you, now resting on his arm and looking at you. his finger grazing strokes up and down your thigh hidden under the blanket you were both sharing.
“why are you being such a dick right now?" you stare right at him with your hand grabbing his wrist, stopping him at a halt from the embarrassingly delicious tingly sensation against your skin.
"me? baby, I'm satisfied with you. but it's starting to sound like you've only been hanging out with me often just to coincidentally see yeonjun too." he air quotes with his other hand.
"maybe I am? I think I like this guy, beomgyu. you're just selfish." you huff, rolling your eyes. he was beginning to irritate you.
"I'm selfish?" his fingers trail closer to your clothed core, slowly pushing the satin material aside. "no panties, as expected. it's very much whore behaviour if you tell me."
you inhale a sharp gasp as he prods at your sopping hole, gathering the slick between his middle and ring finger and gliding it up to circle lightly around your nub.
"see, my whore." he hums closer to your neck, his hot breath fanning against your skin. "you like that hm? is that why you're in my bed and not in the guest room with yeonjun?" he smirks as he watches your chest heave just under his field of vision, noticing the way your nipples start to perk up.
"I- I wanted to confide in you," another sharp gasp intrudes your sentence as his fingers prods your entrance and gradually sinking his fingers inside you. "but- oh fuck- you don't care. you're.. so fucking stupid." you manage to mutter.
beomgyu draws out a hum as he leans forward to leave kisses and nibbles along your neck while his fingers work inside your clenching cunt. the familiar feeling of his fingers curling up just how you like it.
"I'll fuck you stupid with my fingers, now stay quiet."
he sucks at the exposed area of your neck as you turn your head away in attempt of burying it in the pillow. his fingers don't stop plunging in deep, picking up the speed in contrast of his slow licks after he sucks at your skin. a short-high pitched squeal leaves your lips as he speeds up.
"did you want yeonjun listening in? he possibly could. you think he knows how much of a slut you are for me?" beomgyu continues his actions, now littering kisses along your chest and clothed nipples.
"beomgyu, I'm-" you swallow back a moan but your shaky breath and heavy heaving doesn't stop. neither does beomgyu's fingers, adding his thumb to simultaneously rub your clit while his two digits are non-stop pumping in your clenching cunt.
"tell me you want me. not yeonjun. just me. and I'll let you cum." he whispers against your chest, licking your perked nipples through your satin cami top.
"okayokayokay, I want you beomgyu. so fucking bad. please make me cum like you always do." you begin to squirm under his body in attempt to reach your climax quicker.
"stay still, yn. you don't want yeonjun anymore, do you? just me, right?" beomgyu returns to kissing your jaw as you sigh in his ear, murmuring countless 'yes's, borderline whining.
"mmm, gyu, m'gonna hah-" your ears are met with beomgyu's low chuckles, fascinated by the way your body won't stop squirming.
"choi fucking beomgyu," you exhale. "why the fuck did you stop?! I was so close." you almost sob from the loss of your orgasm, almost reaching that state of euphoria that only beomgyu's been able to give you for god knows how long you've been friends with benefits.
"sorry baby, it's late and I didn't want to wake anyone up. you were starting to get a little too loud." he whispers the last sentence, shooting you a wink with his stupid grin crawling on his lips. "at least now I know you want me and not yeonjun. you're mine."
he pulls his fingers out of you, not without a few twitches from you, and sticks his soiled fingers into his mouth, taking them out with an exaggerated pop and satisfied groan.
"sweet as always." he winks at you and you scoff at his ridiculous gestures.
beomgyu wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer to him as he rests his head on your boobs, which he likes to call his personal twin pillows. in no time he was silent with light breaths as you instinctively run your fingers through his outgrown hair.
"gyu, you're so annoying. but at least I know that you want me too." you smile to yourself, falling asleep with him.
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wolfytae-exe · 4 months
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gyu fucking you while his parents are still home. ><
AHHH OMG EWAITB THATS DO GOOD
Warning: college Au, scratching, biting
College student! Beomgyu who lives off-campus, calls you up late at night because he's just too horny to sleep. Fucks you so good and forgets his parents are in the room across the hall because your pussy just feels so good squeezing him. He wants you to scream and cry at how good it is and even bites into your shoulder for some noise. “Fuck I don't care, be loud, wanna know I'm making you feel good, fuck keep squeezing like that.” make sure to keep quiet though, I think his mom woke up :>
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h00nerz · 11 months
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murphy’s law!
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masterlist | 1k celebration
pairing: choi beomgyu x gn!reader
genre: angst, fluff, high school au, troublemaker!beomgyu, stuco president!reader, kind of one sided enemies to lovers if you squint
word count: 3.2k (im so sorry)
warnings: none afaik? just burnt out reader
prompt(s): #5 — “why are you crying?”
requested: “hi! congratulations on 1k followers!!! for the event, can i have prompt 5 with beomgyu? what i had on mind was like highschool au and reader just had a bad day or smth and had to stay after school to clean, and started crying in the classroom alone and beomgyu was also in the school and heard reader crying and found that it was his long time crush? i hope this makes sense! sorry if this was too long too😓 thank you in advance!!♥️♥️” — @loveliii
authors note: omg the first drabble of the celebration... except apparently i can’t write drabbles so it’s more of a oneshot plz forgive me.
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MURPHY’S LAW STATES: everything that can go wrong, will go wrong. Now, you had no idea who Murphy was, but you used to always believe he was full of shit. There had been plenty of instances where things could have gone wrong, but they didn’t. 
In fact, when it came to your case, it seemed like things usually went right. You got good grades, and got along well with all of your teachers. You were the captain of your school’s volleyball team, and had even been elected your school’s student body president your last year of high school. Things always went well for you, which is why you had never really been a believer in what that Murphy guy had to say. 
At least, that’s what you thought before today. Because now, you were starting to think maybe you had taken your past ability to narrowly avoid disaster for granted. Because today, just like Murphy had once predicted, everything that could go wrong did just that: go wrong. 
It started with your stupid charger. The night before, you must have apparently unplugged it, because when you plugged it into your phone before going to bed, it never charged. Which meant your phone died, and that meant your alarm never went off. And that meant you woke up ten minutes before school started, and your bus was going to be there any second. 
So, in the quickest fashion you could muster, you brushed through your hair so you looked at least somewhat presentable then slipped into your uniform. You were incredibly impressed by how fast you’d managed to do that—just over 60 seconds! It must have been some kind of record. Less impressive, though, was the fact that even though you had been so speedy, you watched as the bus you were supposed to be on drove away in the direction of your school, leaving you behind. 
Thank goodness for all those years playing volleyball, you had built up enough stamina to (barely) get you from your house all the way to the school. You were twenty minutes late, sure, but hey, at least you were there, right? Your first period teacher was not so understanding, almost immediately assigning you to detention after school. 
Detention. You never got detention. In your four years at that school, working your ass off to be the best student you could be, a child your parents could be proud ofc, not once had you gotten assigned to detention. The realization that for the first time ever, you’d been punished by a teacher, was a foreign feeling as you sat at your desk and replayed everything that had happened. Detention, all because your stupid phone charger decided not to work the night before. 
“Damn, I thought you were immune to detention.” A voice behind you whispered, and you glanced over to see Choi Beomgyu grinning at you. Of course Beomgyu had seen that all. 
Choi Beomgyu was the exact opposite of you. He had fights with teachers basically on the daily, and you were pretty sure he was failing most of his classes. Not because he was stupid, by any means, he was actually really smart. He just didn’t try, he didn’t care about school the way you did. What he did care about, though, was teasing you as much as was humanly possible. 
And of course, he had just seen you, the student body president, run into class twenty minutes late and get detention. 
You had half a mind to bite back at him, because oh would that be satisfying, but you weren’t looking to talk in the middle of class and make your punishment worse than it already was. You instead gave him a side-eye glare, and he must have found it amusing since he started to giggle. 
Once class got out, you really shouldn’t have been surprised to glance over your shoulder to see Choi Beomgyu following you, hot on your tail like he was some sort of lost puppy. You groaned quietly to yourself, hoping that if you ignored him long enough, he would get bored and walk away. Unfortunately, Beomgyu was a very patient man. 
“I can’t believe you were late! What happened? Did your carriage lose a wheel on the way here, your highness?” He asked, using his long legs so he could get right up next to you.  
You stayed silent.
“Come on, you can tell me! I’m like, the king of being late. I won’t judge.” He nudged your arm with his elbow, with just enough pressure for you to fall out of your rhythm. Now, he finally had your attention as you turned to look at him, eyes narrowed.
“Look, I’m not in the mood today, okay?” You told him flatly, and you were expecting him to find your irritable mood amusing, and find a way to push your buttons further than he already had, but he didn’t. 
Instead, his face softened and he (surprisingly) went quiet. You didn’t bother sticking around to figure out what that was all about, not when you still needed to get to your class on the other end of the building, and you were not risking being late to a second class. So, you gave him a small nod, a thank you for leaving you alone, then walked away.
The rest of your day wasn’t any better. 
In your history class, you got your grades for a test you’d recently taken, and nearly fell out of your seat when you saw a big fat C staring back at you. And your horror increased tenfold when you saw it wasn’t just a C, but a C minus. Never in your high school career had you gotten a C minus. 
At that point of the day, you were starting to become convinced that someone had put some sort of curse on you. You didn’t really have any enemies who would have done that to you, though. Except maybe Choi Beomgyu, but you had a feeling putting a curse on someone was too much effort for him to be bothered with.
By the time the school day was over, you were completely exhausted. At lunch, your best friend, Sumin, accidentally spilled her drink on your uniform, and now you were wearing some extras from the lost and found that were much too big for you. You wanted nothing more than to go home, crawl into your bed and have a good cry, but you still had to do your detention. 
You weren’t really sure what to expect from detention, considering you’d never had to do it before. You knew you weren’t looking forward to it, though, and just hoped it wouldn’t be anything horrible--especially since it was your first offense.
Your first period teacher was waiting for you in her classroom after classes got out, and she greeted you with a sympathetic smile. “Y/N. You know you’re one of my favorite students, so it really broke my heart when I saw you come in late this morning.”
The urge to roll your eyes arose, but you managed to fight it. Here she was, acting like you had betrayed her or something, when really, it was her decision to punish you for something so small. 
“I understand.” You replied with a nod, avoiding her gaze. 
“Good. So, I figured out the perfect thing for you.” She stood up and began to walk out of the classroom, with you following closely behind. 
Apparently, the perfect thing for you was some storage room that clearly hadn’t been cleaned in a long time. There had been racks with boxes of textbooks that must have gotten knocked over, since the books were now all over the floor. And the room was covered in a thick layer of dust that made your nose itch the second you stepped inside. She left you with a singular rag, a bottle of cleaner, then left you alone.
You stood in the doorframe, assessing the room in front of you. Just from looking at it, you knew it was going to take you at least a few hours to clean the entire thing by yourself. Which meant it was going to be a few hours before you could go home, a few hours before you could go sleep this horrible, awful day away. Even worse, you were sure that something would go wrong during those next few hours that would prolong the time even longer. 
Throughout the whole day, ever since you first realized you’d missed the bus, you had felt tears pricking your waterline, but you had managed to hold them in. You were going to wait until you were in your own bedroom, in private, before you even thought of letting them out. But now, as you stood there, staring at the mess in front of you, you could no longer hold them in.
It was like the floodgates had opened up, and all of the emotions you’d been restraining all day were released. A sob racked through your body, and you were no longer able to keep yourself steady, your knees unbuckling beneath you and causing you to collapse onto the floor. It was wildly embarrassing, the way you became a mess on the floor of the dirtiest room you’d ever seen, where anyone could walk in and see you. 
And of course, because stupid Murphy just had to be right, that was exactly what happened. 
There was a soft knock at the door, and you hurriedly looked over your shoulder to see the absolute last person you wanted to see poking his head in. You were overcome with horror as you snapped your head around to look away, praying as hard as you could to whatever deity would listen that he hadn’t seen your tears. 
“Woah, are you crying?” He asked, and you shook your head.
“No. Why would I be crying?” You sniffled, picking up the rag and spray bottle you had dropped onto the floor and standing up. He caught a glimpse of your face again when you walked past, and he scoffed. 
“You’re totally crying. Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” He asked again, stepping further into the storage closet and shutting the door behind him. 
You shot him a glare as you attempted to stand one of the racks back up. “I’m not crying. Besides, even if I were, I’m not telling you. You’ll just make fun of me.” You mumbled the last part. Standing the rack up was proving to be futile. 
“No I wouldn’t!” He defended himself, watching as you struggled to push the rack up. “Here, let me help you with that--”
“No!” You snapped at him, and he backed up with his hands held up defensively. You tried one more time to stand it up, and let out a frustrated groan when it once again wouldn’t budge. You had no choice but to surrender, and move to the side so Beomgyu could help you. 
You were angry that you had to get his help to move the stupid thing. Now you were forced to be thankful he had showed up and barged in. “Thanks.” You muttered, brushing past him as you went to once again get your little rag and bottle.
“You’re welcome.” Beomgyu replied, and though you were facing away from him, you could hear his annoying, cocky smile in his voice. “So, are you going to tell me why you were crying?” 
“No.”
“Oh, so you were crying!”
“I didn’t say that.” You looked up at him as you sprayed cleaner onto the dusty shelf. “I told you already, didn’t I? I don’t want to talk about it.” 
Unfortunately, he didn’t seem as willing to drop the subject as he had earlier in the day. “Come on, Y/N. I saw you crying, you’re clearly upset, just tell me about it!” 
“You’re going to laugh at me.”
“No I won’t!” He exclaimed, sounding exasperated. You raised an eye at his outburst, and he cleared his throat. “Seriously. I won’t.” He softened his tone, looking at you with pleading eyes. 
You stared back at him, trying to figure out if you could trust him. This was Choi Beomgyu you were talking about, the boy who had tormented you for years on end with his constant teasing. But, he did look very sincere. And you were sort of itching to rant to someone. 
“Fine. My phone didn’t charge last night, so my alarm never went off, so I woke up late, then I missed the bus and had to run to school, and then I got detention, and then I got a C on my stupid history test, and then Sumin spilled her stupid soda on me, so I had to wear this stupid uniform from the lost and found, and-and then I had to come here and clean this stupid closet, and I’m just so tired, and I-I--” The next thing you knew you were crying again, your breath hitching in the back of your throat as the tears spilled onto your cheeks once again. 
The second the sobs slipped from your lips again, Beomgyu rushed around the shelf, slipping his arms around your trembling body and pulling you close to his chest. You were so desperate for any kind of comfort, you didn’t bother trying to push him away. Instead, you leaned into his touch, reaching up to grip onto the edge of his uniform jacket. He began to rub your back as you buried your face into his shirt, letting yourself cry--like, really cry. You thought you were going to pass out at any second from how difficult it was for you to catch your breath between sobs. 
After enough of his fingers rubbing circles into your back and his soft shh’s whispered into your ear, you were slowly able to calm down to the point you could breathe again. It was truly unbelievable that you were here, in some dusty storage closet crying into Choi Beomgyu’s arms. It was not a position you had ever predicted yourself to be in. And yet…
You didn’t totally hate it.
“Can I tell you something?” Beomgyu asked softly, and with a small sniffle, you nodded against his shirt. “The reason I tease you so much… It’s so embarrassing…” He laughed softly, and you gently pulled your head away, looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows.
“What?” You asked, and as he gazed down at you, his cheeks reddened. 
“Um… When we were in first grade, I tried to copy off of your test, once…”
“Yeah, I knew that.”
“What?! No you didn’t, I was so subtle, you didn’t even notice.” He shook his head, and you rolled your eyes. “But anyways, that’s not the point. I was trying to copy off your test, but I remember, I made the mistake of looking at your face--”
“What’s wrong with my face?” You asked defensively, a frown befalling your features.
“Let me finish!” He snapped at you, and out of curiosity to hear the rest of the story, you conceded. “So, I made the mistake of looking at your face, and you were all focused, and had your tongue sticking out of the side of your mouth,” he paused to allow a giggle to escape his lips. 
“And I remember thinking you were so cute, and then I got so distracted watching you, by the time you got up to turn your test in, I had missed everything you had written down.”
You stared at him in confusion, trying to figure out what on Earth the point of this whole story was. “What…?”
He rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Y/N. You’re the top of all our classes, and you can’t figure it out?” 
You shook your head, and he let out a defeated sigh.
“I’m saying, Y/N, that I tease you because…” He paused, sucking in a shaky breath. “Because I like you, okay?” 
“Oh.” 
Oh.
Beomgyu liked you? Since first grade? You were unable to process his words, playing them in your head on repeat like some kind of broken record. He liked you. He annoyed the hell out of you, just because he liked you. What kind of middle school boy behavior was that? 
“Oh? Is that all you have to say to my heartfelt confession?” He asked in fake offense, and you quickly shook your head. 
“No! I’m just--it’s just--you like me? As in like-like me?” He nodded in confirmation, and you squinted your eyes at him. As he watched you, your gaze drifted down to his jacket, which you had been clinging onto just moments earlier, and the tear soaked fabric. 
You felt like you should be absolutely appalled by his confession, and wracked with disgust, or something. You weren’t supposed to like Beomgyu! You weren’t supposed to be able to even stand him! But, his confession wasn’t the worst thing you had ever heard. In fact, as your fingers reached out to graze the edge of his jacket, you thought maybe you sort of liked hearing it.
“Y/N?” He asked you quietly, and you hummed in answer. “You don’t have to say anything, you know. In fact, if you really want me to, I can leave. Or you can leave, and I’ll finish cleaning for you--”
Maybe it was because you were in an emotionally crazed state, or you were desperate to prove Murphy wrong, hell, maybe it was just because you liked him back, but whatever it was, something overcame you, and the next thing you knew, you were tightening your fingers around his jacket to pull him close to you and press your lips against his. 
The first thing you thought when you kissed Choi Beomgyu, was why hadn’t you done this sooner? You had been so consumed by your dislike towards him, and too focused on other things like your academics, you had never stopped to think of Beomgyu in this way. But now, as he immediately kissed you back, and wrapped his arms around your waist, you wished you had thought of him this way. 
Because kissing Choi Beomgyu was absolutely not wrong. Rather, it was very, very right. It was like his lips were made to fit perfectly against your own, as they moved together in unison. You started to think all the bad things that had gone down that day weren’t so bad if it meant they would lead to this. 
After what felt like an eternity of heavy breathing and hot kisses, the two of you finally pulled away, resting your foreheads against one another as you attempted to catch your breath. You glanced up at Beomgyu, a small grin spreading across your face to mirror his own. 
“Hey, do you really want to clean all this shit?” He asked quietly, cocking an eyebrow at you. You shook your head. “Didn’t think so. Let’s get out of here, we’ll just tell them I kidnapped you, or something. You’re the Pres, they’ll believe us.”
Running away now was risking even further punishment, but Beomgyu was right. You were the president, you could basically do whatever you wanted. Besides, you’d spent all day trying to do the right thing, and still, everything had gone wrong. So, why not live a little, right? And why not do it with the cute boy who just confessed he’d liked you since the first grade?
You nodded. “Okay.”  
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gyuzsfav · 6 days
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BEOMGYU BOYFRIEND TEXTS 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪.
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warnings: established relationship, slight swearing?, mentions of killing the other ?? (jokingly ofc 😭)
synopsis: beomgyu wants to come over and he buys u snacks
note: this is rlly short cus i wanted to test out texting fics or wtv theyre called 😭 ill make a longer one soon maybe cus this was fun to make
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it-rains-blue · 5 months
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Stupid tomato hater cute guy
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Helplessly in love with your annoying bestfriend.
genre: drabble, mofu mofu fluff
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ・・・・☆・・・・
The clock is ticking. Tic toc. Making you quite impatient. You are on your bed, hands wrapped around your knees. You are fiddling with your fingers. Why is your phone not ringing at all? You mindlessly pass time waiting for his annoying texts.
He is usually here at this hour begging you to help in doing his hw. For some reason, he is running late today.
Is he not going to come? You think to yourself. Whatever it is, you can't let him know that you waited for him. You pop up a chewing gum into your mouth. Chewing it to and fro, still you feel restless. You suddenly remember how he always steals your grape flavoured gums. Knowing fully that you like that flavour than the rest, just to annoy you.
Now you are on your desk. Swinging your feet, you doodle little hearts on a page of your notebook. You remember how beomgyu always pokes your cheeks whenever you're trying to sketch something with focus. Now that he's not here to do that, it feels empty.
A knock on the door is heard. Thump thump
"Y/N~ tomato face open the door!" Beomgyu is finally here. You open the door biting back your smile and glittery eyes. He entered your house with the same grin as ever. "Hehe" He shuffles your hair while entering. You scoff fixing your hair, following him to your desk.
"Today is math hw" He flips out his brown notebook. He looks at you with puppy eyes and cheery grin. You go through every topic with him once, asking what exactly he needs help with.
"Everything" He sticks out his tongue. He is fiddling with your bracelet on the desk, while you briefly lecture him. "That polynomial equation on number 5" He finally sighs giving in to your boring lecture.
You read the question out loud, explaining it the next. You tell him to start solving it on the notebook. "Cmon now, this is very easy. Just start doing it"
After a few minutes, he is blankly looking at the notebook. You were checking your notification on the phone till he screamed on top of his lungs. You get startled,looking towards him next.
"I can't do this. I can't figure it out, help!" He start making puppy eyes at you. He scared the shit out of you for this. You are now super mad. But part of you is admiring how cute those puppy eyes look.
"Gyu.. even a 3rd grader can solve that" You still help him solve it. After a while you two are now finished doing his hw.
"I deserve a treat for completing it" he says chewing on some candies that were kept on the desk. Slurping them for no reason. Everything he does is childish but you fall for him every passing minute. You avert your your gaze to the ceiling.
"y/n if we dont grab snacks right now, I might eat all of your candies" You are done with him at this point. You left your seat to go to the kitchen , bringing out the sandwiches you made hours prior just for him. For whatever reason, you want to take revenge. Maybe because he makes you do his hw, maybe because you can't handle the overflowing feelings you have for him. You have to take revenge nevertheless. You start putting lots of sliced tomatoes in one of the sandwiches. Sneakily stuffing them. You were grinning internally. Since he hates them, it will be the perfect revenge. You will tell him you only have tomato sandwiches, either he eats it or stays hungry, his choice. Just as you were absorbed in your evil thoughts -
"Boo!" He goes, scaring the shit out of you for the second time. Muffled screams leaves your mouth. He is standing right behind you, you turn around to face him. "What are you doing y/nnie~" he chuckles seeing your shocked face. "Why is my y/nnie stuffing tomatoes in the sandwich?" He asks slightly leaning towards to you to see the embarrassed look on your face properly. You feel your voice get stuck in your throat. You flip around to making the sandwich again, actually to avoid how shy you got being that close to him.
"I am adding tomatoes to mine. Not like I'm stuffing that to your sandwich"
"I never asked in whose you were stuffing tomatoes to" he giggled
"Whatever. Go back to the room, I don't wanna see your stupid face" you scoff pushing him away with your hands.
You both are sitting on the desk. He is blissfully devouring the sandwich. You stare at your portion, stuffed with lots of tomatoes, a haunted vibe is coming from it. He starts chuckling loudly at your expression, how uninterested you have become to eating it. You glare at him to intimidate but he laughs it off.
"Hope you choke on yOuR sAnDwiCh gyu" you roll your eyes. To which he actually chokes on it from the constant laughing. You both giggle a bunch afterwards. He is annoyingly addictive when he does stupid stuffs like this. You just realized how awfully smitten you are by him.
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author's note: it's so loosely written and the text formats are not how I usually write. I was so tired of being in love with this stupidly cute guy, i gave up on my sanity to properly format stuffs. It's messy and uwu uwu like my feelings.. sigh. I am so done with him 💀
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4beomy · 1 year
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★ small talk, big talk | c.bg
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synopsis: in which you beg for your annoying seatmate to shut up for just one class. wc: 2.2k genre: fluff, drabble
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You were never the one to not be able to focus in a class. There wasn’t a day where you slept during a lesson—okay maybe you’re selling yourself a bit too much— but still, the point stands, you were always focused, prepared whenever a teacher would think it was a good idea to randomly call on you. And frankly, you prided yourself on that.
Until you were doomed. Your math teacher had snapped one day and from the heat of the moment, decided to assign seats again. You groaned—finding her reaction to be an over exaggeration, but nevertheless, you pulled yourself out of your old seat and stood with the rest of your classmates waiting for your name to be called.
“Y/N. You’re here.” you looked at the desk she was pointing at and immediately, you fought the urge to audibly whine. She chose a back table, way too far from the board—way too far for you to actually be able to read whatever she writes on there. Before you could try and remind her that you asked in the beginning of the trimester to be seated in the front due to your embarrassingly poor eyesight—she calls out another name.
“Beomgyu, you’re next to her.”
You’re doomed.
“Miss, I—” you get cut off with your teachers stern voice. “Don’t test me today. Go to your seat Y/N.”
Before you could respond, she had already moved on with calling other people’s names. You just had to suck it up and walk over to your new desk—And bare your new deskmate. It wouldn’t be for too long anyway, you’d talk to her later and convince her to change your seat.
“Introduce yourselves to your new neighbors. By the time I’m done trying to open the slideshow, you should have exchanged the basics.” your teacher instructed.
When you settled your bag on the floor next to your leg, you could see from your peripheral vision that Beomgyu was looking at you. Hesitantly, you glance at him— his head was completely turned to a 90 degree angle tilt, literally staring at you.
“Hey.” he beamed when you finally noticed him, a grin so big you were sure you transformed into a winning lottery ticket for a second.
You didn’t know it was possible for your face to falter, or for the corner of your lips to fall, even when they weren’t up to begin with, but it happened. Because a realization set on you. Beomgyu, the officially certified class disturbance, was going to be sitting next to you. You were in the comfort of your previous seat, being able to roll your eyes everytime he decided to open his mouth—to either make a stupid joke or ask the most idiotic question—and now, that was gone. You were in the comfort of your previous seat, not having to have him close enough for you get a migraine, and now thats gone too.
You exhaled managing to put a weak smile on your face—one that trembled, “Hi.”
Your plan was simple. To just sit, and listen, like you’ve always done until you could go up to your teacher and ask for a seat change.
But that didn’t happen. Not the seat change, not the listening.
“You’ve been seeing just fine the past couple of weeks Y/N. All of a sudden when there’s a seat change, you can’t see?” it was a week after the seats were assigned, and you finally decided to request a seating change. It was torture to put things simply. It was like your ears only picked up Beomgyu’s sound waves and you were very, very close to pulling out your hair—officially declaring your insanity. When you saw her eyebrows raised, questioning the motive behind your request, you internally panic at the thought that she might refuse to change your seat.
“It’s not all of a sudden! I told you about it before when you asked us what seats we prefered! I swear I can’t see the board from where I am right now.”
She sighed, choosing to study you for a minute, then finally saying “Hun, Beomgyu isn’t that bad. You can live sitting with someone new, yea?”
So. That ultimately failed.
New plan. Ignoring your seatmate till the trimester ends and hoping for the best.
“You know, I totally like ice cream. But I don’t like the sweet flavored ones, you know? I mean like, the really really sweet ones. I hate cookies n' cream ice cream. But then—”
It was the daily rambles from Beomgyu, how great. Thankfully, your brain had finally learned to filter out his voice faster. But seriously, was he insane? Who was he talking to and who was listening? Because it was definitely not you.
“Y/N, what about you?”
Your thoughts come to a stop, your brain, for some reason, not filtering out his voice when he decides to call your name.
You would’ve asked what exactly he was talking about, but then, you did have some compassion left in you and you kind of didn’t want him to know that he was talking to the molecules in the air instead of you.
So, you settle for a general response. “Yeah, I totally dooont—” you narrow your eyes at the way he his eyes turned a little sad so you immediately switch it up, “I’m toootally a big fan...?”
You think you said the right thing because a contrast to his sulky face a few seconds ago, a toothy grin spreads on his face, “A big fan? Definitely not bigger than me.”
You let out an awkward chuckle, “Yeah..it’s my favorite” you say the second part quietly, not having the energy to put effort into the white lie.
The minute you hear your teacher coming in the classroom you pull out your notebook. You shoved your hand into your bag, trying to fish out a writing utensil, you get a bit frantic, confused on why you can’t find anything.
You came unprepared.
“Need a pencil?” you hear, then turn your head to the direction of your deskmate. You sighed, nodding. ”Alright, wait a second.”
You expected anything but him getting up, walking to some random student’s table.
You just wanted to run away out of embarrassment when the teacher stopped her lecture, arms crossed, tapping her foot over and over again impatient at Beomgyu’s disturbance.
He seemed tame —-and with what you could make from the small gaps of your fingers that were subtly over your face, he had a smile on. He walked towards you again, a cartoonish, accomplished smile on his face, and a pencil in his hand.
You swallowed the lump in your throat when the teacher gave you a disapproving look, for some reason, and finally continued the lesson.
“Here.” he puts the pencil conveniently on your notebook. But you side eye him, kind of annoyed that he caused such an awkward scene. “Why?” it was barely audible but he catches on, and his eyes look at you again.
“Hm? Oh—oh, it’s because Soobin’s like.. known for having really good pencils.”
“What?”
“Well not good pencils more like—”
“Mind sharing what you guys are whispering about to the class?” your teacher announced, the smile on her face showing the exact opposite of happiness. It was obvious it was directed to you guys because the whole class turns to stare, some rolling their eyes and others snickering.
Beomgyu shook his head quickly. “Sorry Miss.”
“Focus.” she warned and you both nod. When she turned to the board to write again, Beomgyu leaned sideways closer to you.
"It's more like.. Soobin wouldn't mind if you borrow and never give it back." he whispered. "And it would probably be a safer bet to like..take a pencil from him, you know?" he added.
You don't look at him, eyes glued to the board. "We should focus."
"Oh—oh, yeah." he moved away, the childish energy dimming.
You didn't say it but you did find it slightly endearing that he tried to make logic of walking across the classroom to get a pencil for you. Just slightly.
When the next day rolls around and he's talking about his favorite Taylor Swift song for the thirtieth time this month, you're oddly more focused on what he had to say. Even if his opinions were completely invalid.
"I'm telling you, Evermore is objectively the worst Taylor Swift album. Folklore was better by miles."
You narrowed your eyes at him, an unbelievable smile on your face, not believing someone could have such a bad take. Before you could start an argument with him, your teacher had slipped your graded test on your desk—no one noticed, but you did. Even when the paper was faced down, not actually being able to confirm your grade—you could hear her disappointed sigh, and it gave you the hint that you didn't do well.
"Also, the weather has been so bad these days. But even then, I'm just like...it's definitely better than sweaty armpits and bugs everywhere."
You don't focus on what he's telling you, your brain doing its best to filter out his voice as you stare blankly at the paper. You should turn it around and see what you got. It can't be that bad. Maybe not your best, but not that bad. Right?
Like ripping a bandaid, you slammed the paper around. And it dawned on you— the big, fat F.
Which did not stand for fantastic.
You could've used your deduction skills for a second and narrowed down why you did so bad— maybe because you were so busy laughing randomly whenever something that Beomgyu said pops up in your mind ...that you didn't study, maybe—maybe because whenever he would focus on the board, you could steal glances at his side profile, one that you found so genuinely beautiful— no, maybe because you haven't been focusing on your assignments lately...
No, it was Beomgyu. He successfully managed to distract you. Was he happy? Judging by the way you see him still talking, with the prettiest smile you've grown to warm up to very quickly, he is. You don't care if your irrational blaming was irrational. You don't care if you're wrong, your anger was still directed at him. Increasingly by the minute getting more and more annoyed the more you see his mouth move.
"I forgot to ask, but what's your favorite color—"
"Can you shut up?!" accidentally, your voice was way louder than you intended and immediately you're feeling regret when your eyes meet your teachers'. You apologize non verbally, showing the most apologetic face you could make but she was clearly not having it. You're doomed.
"Out. With your bags. Both of you."
Anger overrides the previous emotion, and you flare your nose, hastily carrying the shoulder straps of your bag, storming out. Beomgyu followed behind with his bag hanging on his shoulder, jogging to catch up with you.
He closed the classroom's door behind him, mirroring the way you were leaning on a wall, your leg stretched out in front of you.
"You okay?"
You shot him a glance, confused on why he would ask you that—especially when you basically just embarrassed him.
"Beomgyu—why...Why are you asking that?" your anger had basically dissipated, regret once again finding its way in the pit of your stomach remembering the way you yelled at him.
"Because I don't think you are... I just wanna hear it from you." for the first time, he doesn't look at you while talking, just held his stare at his feet.
"I mean—it was just..." you stopped because to you, it wasn't just a bad grade. It was a bad grade and you were disappointed. Extremely, to the point you had to act like a complete baby with such an outburst. "I failed the test. And then got angry for some reaso—look, I'm sorry I don't know why I yelled at you. It was just the heat of the moment and—"
You didn't notice that Beomgyu had zipped open his bag, taking something out until he offered you a long brown, paper bag.
You hesitantly accepted it, confused on what was happening.
The bag was hot, which makes you even curious so you take a peek of the inside.
Churros?
"I was gonna give it to you after class ended. Also, don't worry, it's completely fresh. My dad got it out of the oven right when I was heading to schoo—"
"How ...how did you know that I liked Churros? Like ...they're my favorite?!" you were semi scared, confused but still really, really happy at the warm cinnamon smell that made you crave shoving the churros down your throat.
Beomgyu gasps, looking at you with wide eyes. "You literally told me yesterday."
You furrowed your eyebrows—until, ah. He was talking about Churros that time? Thank god you were smart enough to read his facial expressions.
You bite your bottom lip slightly trying to hide your smile, looking down at the paper bag. He went out of his way to get you something that you said you liked.
"Thank you." you smile. And in return, he smiles too. Not the over the top grin, it was a heartwarming smile that was more than genuine. He smiled because he was genuinely happy at seeing you happy, not because he's just a person who naturally smiles all the time.
"Give me half, yeah?" he teased.
"Piss off Beomgyu."
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a/n: apology drabble for the delay of nbm. u guys deserve this (non proofread) beomgyu fluff. i'm up for part 2 one day bcs i think this is still a bit platonic lol
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beomqutie · 1 year
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ㅡ walking home in the rain | c.bg
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pairing; idol!beomgyu x nonidol!gn!reader genre; fluff, comfort? wc; around 400 warnings; none
synopsis; walking home with beomgyu makes you feel at ease, even with the rain pouring from the sky
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"i'll be right there, yes, see you!" you said before ending the call on your phone. hurriedly making your way towards your room you grabbed your boyfriend's grey hoodie and pulled it over your head before quickly leaving through the front door, ready to pick beomgyu up from practice.
"did you bring an umbrella, love?" he asked while looking at you shaking your head in disappointment. how could you have known that it would start raining so suddenly when on your way there the sky was as clear as ever. "it's fine, we can share the one i brought"
after rummaging through his bag beomgyu pulled out a clear umbrella, the kind you thought only existed in all those kdramas you liked to watch. moving towards you his hands reached up to your head, pulling the hood of your (his) hoodie over your head before doing the same to his hoodie, "you look cute in my hoodie, angel".
hand in hand the two of you left the building, the umbrella doing its best yet barely anything to protect you from the droplets falling from the sky. you could feel your hands starting to tremble slightly. while the hoodie covered your head and torso your hand, which was tightly wrapped around gyu's hand, was exposed to the cold. yet, somehow, none of you seemed to care. the intimate feeling of sharing an umbrella causing your heart to speed up slightly, a comforting warmth spreading through your body.
the soft sound of studio ghibli soundtracks running through your and beoms ears, sharing earphones was something you guys did whenever all you needed was being with each other to feel content, no words needed, being with each other was enough.
the sky was a dark grey tone, covered by clouds that covered all the stars that would be shining in the night. on the side of the road, you saw the water running down the streets towards the drain, before disappearing. similarly to how you felt all of your worries and concerns wash away this exact moment while walking home in the rain with the love of your life. his warmth engulfing your body like a warm blanket even on such cold and rainy days, he truly was your comfort.
taglist. @hee-pster @valley-of-lies @astrozuya @kflixnet
© beomqutie, please do not translate, copy and/or repost my work.
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mint-yooxgi · 17 days
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Okay so....
yandere!human!Beomgyu who finds out you're an immortal...something....succubus? Vampire?
"I knew it!" A gleeful voice echoing around the warehouse manages to pull you from unconsciousness. "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!"
Your head throbs, and you find enough strength to lift your bleary gaze. Blinking your eyes open, you see a man hopping around about ten feet away, giggling giddily with his back turned to you. As your vision returns, you notice he seems to be standing in front of a cork board, photos and pieces of papers strung up, connected by red strings.
He slams a happy hand onto the metal desk beneath the board, turning to you with a large grin on his features.
You sigh. "Beomgyu..."
"You thought I wouldn't figure it out." He chuckles, slowly walking closer to you.
You can tell he's feeling extremely confident right now, given his 'discovery', as well as the fact that your hands are cuffed behind your back. The fact that you can't immediately break the metal around your wrists indicates either a lack of strength on your part, which is highly unlikely, or the cuffs are enchanted. With another subtle tug of your wrists in opposite directions, your bet is definitely on the latter.
Briefly, your eyes dart passed his head, noting some candid shots of you pinned on the board.
"So, it's you who's been stalking me." You state, light amusement in your voice.
Carefully, you remove the thin bangle you had been wearing around your wrist earlier, flattening it to begin picking at the lock of the cuffs pinning you in place.
"Stalking is such a harsh term," he hums, his gaze dancing in glee. "I prefer studying."
"And did you learn anything interesting?" You hum, your fingers working at the cuffs diligently.
"Many things, actually," his grin widens as he plants himself right in from of you. He leans in, smacking his hands on either side of the chair's arms. "You're a vampire."
You blink. Once. Twice. Three times before a boisterous laugh is escaping you, your eyes crinkling at the sides as tears blur your vision.
"Don't laugh! I know it's true!" He pouts, standing back to his full height. "You don't like sunny places. Your house is dull and dreary. You like wearing dark colours, and you bite people to survive! I even found these in your basement!"
Scurrying back over to the desk, he grabs something off the top in his one hand. Turning back to face you, he proudly presents what appears to be a wine bottle in your direction.
"The label is far too dusty to be new, and when I opened one, it didn't have the smell of vinegar from going bad." He explains, walking closer. "It smelled like iron, and when I poured some into a glass, it was almost coagulated. Really, it was kind of gross. You should be drinking fresher stuff than that. I'd gladly offer you my own-"
Another boisterous laugh escapes you, and you manage to topple yourself over in that chair you're in. Luckily, the impact on the ground covers the sound of the cuffs clicking open.
The lights begins to flicker.
"Oh, my dear sweet child," you bring a hand up to wipe at your eye, pushing yourself upwards as your figure grows. Tentacles emerge alongside wings from your spine, dwarfing the poor boy as you loom over him.
He begins to shake, but for some reason, you don't smell fear radiating off of him. Instead, the excitement shining within his eyes only grows. As you get closer, a tentacle wrapping around his waist to pull him to you, you even swear he lets out a small moan.
A maniacal grin stretches across your features, showcasing sharp, pointed teeth.
"You have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into."
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run2seob · 1 year
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cotton hoodie
— PAIRING: bf!beomgyu x gn!reader
— GENRE: fluff, established relationship,
— WARNINGS: playful kisses, close proximity (?)
synopsis: on a chilly day, you decide to share warmth with your boyfriend, beomgyu, by using a single hoodie. (w.c - 1.6k)
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the clouds hovering over the sky seemed as if they were on fire in contrast to the cold blue of the winter's horizon. light drizzling soon muted the sound of all of your thoughts, bringing them to an end. the comforting, almost sensual atmosphere filled the area. that hadn't lasted for long, though, as the reappearing thoughts had arrived once again. 
realizing that you've been alone since the morning; you decide to wander elsewhere. if only you could have the entire day to yourself, letting your mind roam in an open field full of soft, grey-shaven grass.
like a jet operating on auto-pilot, you find yourself nearing beomgyu's room. the familiar sight of the boy you've grown to love and care for soon brought a smile to your face, his presence alleviating the chaos within you. 
goosebumps trailed up your spine when you stepped foot in the room, yet he slept without care on his gaming chair as if the temperature didn't affect him. the sight of his head leaning back, relying on the chair's headrest for support, filled you with a comforting feeling. 
usually, when sitting with no silence filling the area, your mind resorts to overthinking, but this time, your mind is solely focused on the boy in front of you. silence enveloping you, beomgyu’s beauty stood out more than at any other time. his hair brushed against his face in such a soothing manner, and his lips were painted a blush pink. though you could go on for hours on end admiring him, you opted for staying quiet just by being beside him. 
it took you a while until you realized that you had lost focus. snapping of your reverie when hearing beomgyu stirring in his sleep. your shadow projected onto his skin as you hovered over him, checking if he’s woken up.
you didn't expect him to be awake. in fact, it was quite surprising that he woke up instead of drifting back asleep after his nap. rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, beomgyu glanced up into your direction to soon realize how cold you were. noticing how shivers racked through your body, beomgyu lightly touched nearby fabrics in order to find a soft one to throw over you.
 "are you cold?" he asked, his voice groggy from the tiredness he felt. he'd already known the answer, nonetheless, he decided to ask anyway.  "yes," you say, failing to resist your teeth from chattering together, "it's kind of chilly." the words come out muffled by the material of beomgyu's sweater being pulled over your head.
"here."
he gestures for you to lift your hands away from your body to make it easier to place the sweater on, but you insist on remaining in your stance. it was so cold, so early, yet being around beomgyu made both of you forget that. having a laughing fit about simple things like this wasn’t rare with beomgyu. in fact, you found it more common than not. “move your arms!” he said, his voice holding back laughter from your cuteness. “never,” you pouted, your cheeks flushed. beomgyu continued to chuckle lightly at your reaction, his heart melting at each passing moment. 
despite his desire to savor this moment, he was concerned that if the playful banter continued for too long, you might grow ill from the cold temperatures. in an effort to get you to lower your guard, he leaned forward to place a haste kiss on your temple, causing the pink dusted across your cheeks to darken instantly. when his warm lips met your warm skin, you felt a warmth spreading throughout your whole body – his touch made you want to melt in euphoria.
seeing you distracted, he rushed to properly place on the hoodie, leaving you no time to protest. you parted your mouth to speak, but the words slipped and all you did was widen your mouth out of surprise. knowing that beomgyu and you had a significant height difference wasn’t new information to you, nonetheless, seeing how far down your legs his hoodie goes left you speechless. feeling rather embarrassed, beomgyu thought the opposite, “cute,” he muttered.
the hoodie reached your knees, making you both laugh at the sight. "i bought it online, maybe i should've checked the size first," beomgyu says while sulking, but still wearing a small smile on his lips when speaking. looking down, you find yourself with your fingers wrapped around one side of the large shirt, barely reaching the hem. “how come it looks so big on me?” you asked, voice laced with curiosity. beomgyu simply shrugged at the statement, his eyes fixated on the stars in yours. “i just bought it because the temperatures were rising, but now that i see it, it’s big enough to fit both of us.”
your sudden burst of curiosity brought you to saying, "let's test it.” thought it was more impulsive rather than a conscious decision, you decided to go through with the idea either way. beomgyu tilted his head and upper torso towards the ground, granting access for you to pull the hoodie over his head.
and you do so, pulling the soft material over his head. you watched as he tugged on the hood to adjust how it’s positioned on his hair, the fabric clinging to his face like a second skin. you feel the warmth of his body against yours as he wraps his arm around you, looking at each other in the eye with matching smiles on both your faces.
he just looked so sweet, especially now that you’re in a small enough distance to see his sharp features up-close. the fabric of the hoodie went upwards due to his height, and seeing him lower himself to make sure the material doesn’t hurt or pull on your neck gave you a sugary feeling. he was undoubtedly tired; you could tell from his disheveled hair, puffy eyes, and the slow blinks he gives. even so, he continued to show you the utmost love and care possible. 
beomgyu is always so attentive and loving, especially to you. while not sure if it’s just his personality or not, his actions had always given you the sense of being appreciated. beomgyu would give you an extra pillow before bed, just to remind you that he’ll always be right next to you. the way he acts towards you is so intimate and genuine, and you’re attracted to that side of him. laughing together, holding hands, and all the small gestures gave you more butterflies than they ever had when you two were just friends. it’s been a long time since then, yes, but some part of those moments never changed from now. staring for eternity didn’t seem like the best idea, so instead, you settled on placing your nose in the crook of his neck.
the warmth of your breath felt against his skin made him blush, holding you closer towards him. the beat of his heart thudding against his ribcage could be heard, and you were certain that he could hear yours as well. his free hand held onto your hip as he stood there, listening to your heartbeat and enjoying the closeness, the scent of your perfume and the passion in your touch.
your fingers slowly trail down his bare face and cup his chin, making him lean into the sensation. he smiled and closed his eyes, taking everything in. this moment, the feeling of being close to someone, the way your bodies are intertwined with each other and the smell of your skin. you felt comfortable; it felt nice to be able to be close like this, without fear of getting interrupted or having to explain yourself. "it's so comfortable here" you whisper breathlessly, leaning closer to him.
the atmosphere felt cozy, and you were afraid to ruin that. trying to prevent the latter, you began checking the smell of your breath behind your now raised hand, making beomgyu chuckle. even though he was still blushing, he couldn't help but laugh at your cute behavior, pulling away from you to get a better look at your face. “i just don’t want to ruin the moment,” you explain while letting out a small grin. your face was red as a tomato after doing that, and you looked so cute that he couldn't help but kiss you. 
his hands cup your cheeks, the warmth of his palms coming into contact with your face again, slowly closing the gap between the two of you. his lips meet yours softly at first, then you gently press your body closer to his. you can feel his heartbeat against your chest, and it sends shivers down your spine. a tug in the pit of your stomach forms as his tongue slips past your lips and into your mouth. the warmth radiating from his body is comforting, and you feel safe wrapped inside his embrace.
pulling away for oxygen, you rest your forehead against his, trying to slow your racing heart.
"is this okay?" you ask softly, your voice hoarse from kissing. his lips curl into a smile, "it's perfect." he replies before looking up at you through his eyelashes. the light in the room reflected off his face as he smiled back at you, and maybe it was the distance between you two once again closing, but suddenly his expression turned into one you could only describe as pure love.
you don't think anything could ever top the feeling of being held in his arms right now. a feeling of belonging overtakes you. that was exactly what you wanted: to feel loved. beomgyu was your everything, and he would give you everything until his last breath. the breeze against your shoulders, the tingling sensation on your lips, the cotton hoodie coming in contact with your bare skin, it is perfect, truly.
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a/n: reflecting on my progress :')
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niki-phoria · 6 months
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pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 322
includes: tooth-rotting fluff, soft gyu
a/n: been obsessed with beomgyu lately so enjoy :))
summary: domestic tranquility with beomgyu after he catches you dancing in your kitchen
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beomgyu lets a soft smile grace his features as he leans back against the doorway leading into your kitchen. the music blasting through your headphones fills the otherwise silent space, only interrupted by the occasional noise of your feet scraping against the hardwood or your quiet humming along to the melody of the music. 
your body sways along to the rhythm as you halfheartedly dance along to a choreography beomgyu knows by heart. he stifles a chuckle beneath his breath when you stumble slightly while twirling around the space between your countertops and dining table. 
he wraps an arm around your waist, catching you just before you regain your balance yourself. a soft gasp escapes your lips at the sudden contact before you relax against his chest. you flinch when beomgyu leans down, pressing a fleeting peck against the crook of your neck. “gyu,” you whine. a chuckle escapes his lips as you attempt to squirm away from him. “that tickles.”
“i’m just looking out for you, love. you should be more careful,” he teases. you can barely feel his lips brush against your forehead before he pulls away. “don’t want you to get hurt.”
“well, thank you, oh great choi beomgyu,” you tease. sarcasm drips heavily from your words, though he doesn’t miss the soft smile that threatens to overtake your features. beomgyu’s arms snake around your waist when you twirl around to face him. your own arms find a home around his neck, tugging him down so he’s closer to your eye level. “what would i ever do without you?”
beomgyu smiles as he leans in to quickly capture your lips against his in a sweet kiss. he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand, letting his touch linger against your skin. “i hope we never find out,” he hums just before you coax him back down into yet another kiss, letting yourselves get lost in each other. 
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beom1e · 9 months
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8:41 pm — just friends
pairing beomgyu x gn! reader. genre fluff. wc 280.
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it was still warm somehow. you’d taken refuge by the lake, sitting with your knees to your chest and your eyes fixed on the moving water in front of you. beomgyu stood a few feet away, holding two cones of ice cream in his hands and debating whether or not to approach you.
the weekend away wasn’t going so well. he’d invited you as his plus one to the trip to an airbnb in the countryside in hopes to get closer to you. you would exchange prolonged eye contact, lean your head on his shoulder, turn to him whenever you spoke and even slipped your hand into his once. but, when the topic of your relationship came around, you would simply state that you were just friends and create some distance.
‘beomgyu?’ you called out behind you, catching him off guard.
‘y/n, i got you some ice cream,’ he tried to act smoothly and unbothered, walking up to you with purpose. ‘it’s strawberry with freshly chopped strawberries.’
‘thank you,’ you took the cone from his hand. he sat beside you, the fingers of his free hand ghosting over yours. ‘i didn’t mean to bring the mood down.’
‘what do you mean?’ he frowned. ‘you haven’t.’
‘i can tell, beomgyu,’ you sighed. ‘you should have chose someone else to bring with you to this thing.’
when you turned your head, he was looking at you with sadness in his eyes. you closed your eyes and looked down at the ground, feeling defeated. when you felt the presence of him closer to you, you opened your eyes, only to close them again when he gently kissed you for the first time.
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boba-beom · 1 year
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for the mini blurb,,,!!
bestfriend!bg x gn!reader ❥ warning(s): beomgyu flirting (cliche hehe), reader receiving a lot of compliments, both have crushes on each other without knowing, a lot of skinship, a little guitar terms here and there, not proofread ❥ genre: fluff, drabble ❥ wc: 927
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friday nights were usually for you to get under the sheets of your duvet and ambient lighting from putting on your favourite sitcom on netflix as well as your fairy lights. however, beomgyu had called you to come over to his place since he's been wanting to hang out with you for some time now.
you wouldn't turn down the invite if that meant you could change up your friday night plans, but that also meant you get to hear beomgyu play his guitar for the meantime.
now you're in his room sitting on his bed as you're cuddling his ryan plush toy while he's on the sofa across you playing you a few songs and a riff he came up with on his electric guitar.
you're so fascinated by the way his fingers move along the neck of the guitar, changing the chords to produce such beautiful rhythms, and the other hand skilled with his fingers plucking specific strings.
"hey gyu, how long did you say you've been playing the guitar for?" you tilt your head to the side and he looks across over at you with a gentle smile crawling up his lips.
"I think it was around middle school. my dad taught me the basics and then I continued to teach myself. I played a few times in a band for school, but now I just like to write my own songs." he replied, almost reminiscing the good times.
you let out a long hum in response to his answer, intrigued by the thought that he's still playing the guitar after all these years.
"why'd you ask?" he places his instrument in its stand and pats the space beside him, beckoning you sit closer. and you do.
"no reason," you say, shrugging your shoulders as you sit cross legged.
"want me to teach you the easy chords? I know you don't play instruments but I have a feeling you could catch on pretty quickly." he picks up his guitar to place it onto your lap, gently lifting your hands to position them accordingly.
"I mean, I've always wanted to try but I don't think music is my strong suit."
"anything works if you put your mind to it, yn." he sits back beside you, enveloping one arm around you and placing his fingers over yours and moving them to the first easy chord. his other hand is unknowingly resting on your waist, and you were comfortable with that.
being within such close proximity is part of your norm when it comes to you and beomgyu. you always greet each other with hugs; when you're out and about you sometimes link your arm with his, and he lets you borrow his hoodies, even his favourite ones.
your friendship has been at a comfortable level for the both of you, but your crush on him hasn't hindered. you're okay with staying friends if that means you won't ruin this friendship and won't lose him.
"if you place your fingers like this," he starts, adjusting the placement of your fingers. "you almost create a cascading effect and that's the c chord." he simply explains. his voice was soft by your ear, and you'd be lying if you said that didn't give you goosebumps.
what you don't know is that it's taking everything in him to not lean his chin on your shoulder as he looks over to help you.
"so the next chord is an f. you can add your pinky to this place here," he says as he taps on your pinky and the position it should move to. you strum after you successfully play the chord clearly. "there's another way, it's a bar chord though. do you want to try?"
you nod your head in tiny movements, and beomgyu finally rests his chin on your shoulder as he carefully explains the difficult variation of the chord. his face is so close to yours, both your cheeks are almost pressed against each other.
you're so fixed on listening to his instructions and relaxed in his hold, you naturally end up tilting your head so your temple taps his. the both of you don't move your heads, just taking in this small gesture.
"you managed to play this version of the f chord too, you're a natural." he compliments you.
"I mean, I learnt from the best." you chuckle when he denies it, softly nudging your head as you continue going back and forth with the kudos.
"hmm," he hums, as he looks over at his digital clock at his desk.
"what're you thinking about now?"
"I just realised how late it is. you want to stay over or do you want me to drop you home?" he picks up his guitar, having both your fingers brushing against each other, and he puts it away again.
"I mean, I'm already here, and it is really late. but is that really okay with you?" you look up at him with your head tilted and brows closely knitted together.
"I wouldn't have asked if it wasn't." he had a point. "come on, I know this is extremely late for you on a friday night. and don't worry, I'll put a pillow between us if you want." he sends you a playful wink as he searches for another one of his hoodies for you to borrow, knowing just how much you love wearing them.
"thank you, gyu. I had fun this evening. I'm so lucky to have you." your smile meets the back of his head, not knowing if he heard the last part.
but he did. and if only you could see the soft smile on his lips because of you.
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