Hiii congrats on 2k sol obsessed with everything you write!!!!đ Could I request revisiting emo boy? Like what their relationship is like after and dates and how sex is like? Maybe beomgyuâs band really blows up and heâs quite busy, how does oc respond to this? And with smut? Tysm!!đ
playlist // beomgyu's encore outfit hehe // cont. of hey emo boy!
 âThe day of your one-year anniversary with Beomgyu was expected to be spent away from each otherâ but not if either of you can help it, far too in love to let anything get in the way of you two.â
bassist!beomgyu x fem!reader // wc: 6.6K (everyone stfu rn) // genre: band au, opposites attract trope, established relationship, smut, tooth rotting fluff tbh, MDNI.
warnings: they are in love and itâs fucking GROSS!! barely edited, the two have hella piercings hehe (bg: snake bites, tongue, eyebrow // mc: smiley & nipple piercings) pet names (sweet thing, pretty, etc.) use of the L word bc they are literally obsessed w/ each other.
smut warnings: hard dom! gyu, sub!mc, needy sex sorry đ, marking, manhandling, dry humping, biting, breast play, possessiveness, unprotected sex, bg picks the mc up, scratching, dacryphilia, dumbification, a lot of kissing lol, degrading, slight praise, fingering, creampie, cum eatingâŚ? lmk if i should add anything !
Notes: happy (late) birthday to the fic thatâs probably my peak⌠this story single handedly changed the course of my blog me thinks. thank you to everyone who was just as affected by emo gyu as i was.Â
Being in a committed relationship with Choi Beomgyu, bassist of Tomorrow x Together and an absolute unattainable heartthrob, was not very easy.Â
It was at first; with their blossoming career, it was more about the music than their looks. Fans were loyal simply because they liked their sound, their message, the way their concerts were filled with such energy and passion it left their hearts beating with adrenaline afterâ but of course, itâs hard to not notice the absolute eye candy on stage; low-lidded gazes, dark stage lights that barely highlighted their stunning features, and clothing that was just as alluring and flattering as the rest of them; inevitably, their popularity sky-rocketed, for better and for worse.Â
Beomgyu was left with more money than he knew what to do with. Most of the time, it was used to spoil you, his pretty girlfriend he brought with him everywhere because he was just too obsessed with youâ it made his band members wonder if he simply had attachment issues by how much his world revolved around you. But no, you were just as bad as him; present during rehearsals, always in the studio to cheer them on or give them a second opinion on a new song; it wasnât long before you ended up befriending the rest of them as well, a tight bond forming simply because of all the things you went through together.Â
As unfortunate as it was, they werenât the only ones forced to bear with negative and hateful encounters from the public; while they had their experiences of being mistreated early in their career, you had to deal with immature or creepy fans that had taken a liking to harass youâ inboxes on all social media platforms flooded constantly, your number even leaked once as you were forced to buy a new phone all together from how badly you were being spammedâ Beomgyu had been quick to lash out and tell them to leave you alone if they didnât want a lawsuit on their hands.Â
Overtime, they adjusted to their popularity. Schedules slowly became filled to the brim, their dream now a reality as they spent months on tourâ and while you were more than happy and proud of them and their flourishing career, itâd be a lie to say it was all one happy and perfect life.Â
You hadnât seen Beomgyu in agesâ decades, centuries, eonsâ in other words, two weeks.Â
The band had more interviews and performances than you could keep up with; if they werenât on some random talk show, they were at a photoshoot, getting interviewed for the next issue of a magazine youâd undoubtedly have on your coffee table the day it came out. Promotions, nights at the studio, it all added upâ and before you knew it, your one year anniversary began to creep up, and all hopes to celebrate it properly dwindled down in your heartâ but, having him here with you today was enough.Â
You didnât blame Beomgyu; you werenât angry or upset, because it was simply something neither of you could control. And though it did suck knowing you wouldnât be able to spend such a meaningful day together, it felt a little better to know that you werenât the only one hung up on it.Â
On the contraryâ you think Beomgyu might be handling this worse than you.Â
âBaby, baby please,â he cries, refusing to let go of you and cuddling closer to you instead, a mess of tangled limbs and blankets as he cups your face fondly, âpleaaase I know you said I shouldnât feel bad but please come on tour with us this week, I think Iâll seriously die if youâre not here this time.â
âGyu, baby, I really shouldnâtââ you say quietly, only to get cut off by his excessive whining and teary eyes. His bottom lip is jutted out in a ridiculous pout, squeezing your cheeks and holding back a smile at the way your lips puff out as a result; you attempt to push him off you, only for him to retaliate by rolling entirely on top of you, a loud squeal escaping you at the feeling of his weight pressing you into the mattress, his stupid face hovering over yours as he continues to plead you quietly.Â
âPleaaseee?â he whines, pressing his flat palms against your cheeks and getting your lips to puff out again; he ignores your half-hearted protests for him to get the fuck off, choosing to punctuate his every word with a kiss instead, his piercings a sharp contrast to his plump lips that crash against you with every word.Â
âPlease?â kiss. âWonât you,â kiss. âcome with us?â another kiss.Â
âPlease. PleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseââÂ
Heâs practically suffocating you at this point, refusing to pull away and mumbling the words against your lips, laughs breaking between the two of you as you yell at him to get off, that you can barely breathe with him on top of you; youâre pushing at his shoulders weakly as he continues to tease you, your unabashed laugh contagious as he quickly finds himself smiling as wellâ he only pulls away once he hears you yell a loud fuck, okay! Hovering over you with bright eyes and a wide grin.Â
His arms snake around your waist before heâs rolling over, successfully switching so that youâre the one on top of himâ he ignores the loud and exaggerated sigh of relief you let out.Â
âIt wonât make much of a difference though,â you say quietly, hiding in the crook of his neck as you confess your doubts, âYouâll be too busy and exhausted the whole day, I really donât want me to be added to your list of concerns.â
You went on tour with him, onceâ but you learned it was better off to not be anywhere backstage with him during those times, the boy too concerned and constantly doting on you to remain focused; any mistakes he made hitting much harder, a subconscious pressure to be perfect and give his all only trifolded by your presence.
âWhat? No,â he says immediately, sitting back on his elbows and causing you to look up at him in response; his brows are furrowed and he seems a bit baffled by your comment, shaking his head adamantly to emphasize his point, âI like having you there. I know you like being there, I want you thereâ I wouldnât be asking you to come with me if I thought you were a burden.â
He managed to pull out the exact words you were trying to skirt aroundâ your face heats up at his reassurance, much too intimidated by the intensity of his gaze as you bury your face into his chest instead; his chest bounces from the laugh he lets out, flopping onto his back once more and hugging you close, bodies pressed flush against each other and one of his legs thrown around your waist in a childish attempt to pull you even closer.Â
âPlus, donât you wanna visit Europe with me?â he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice as he feels you nod shyly; he knows just how much you enjoy the travel aspect to his career, constantly asking for pictures or to facetime while heâs gone, âI wanna show you all my favorite spots this time, and not through some glitchy facetimeâ I wanna spend time with you, sweet thing.â
âUgh, shut up,â you groan, hitting his chest weakly as he simply laughs at you softly, âyouâre so corny.â
âYou love it,â he coos, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back, biting back a smile at the way he can feel your breath even outâ you remain silent. Partly because youâre falling asleep from his touch, and partly because heâs right.Â
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Europe is breathtakingâ youâve never been so grateful for Beomgyuâs stubborn, persistent mind.Â
The tour has gone as perfect as always, spending a few days at their shows before you simply resigned to stay at the hotel instead; after seeing that Beomgyu was so distracted trying to look for you during a show that he missed his cue (and played the notes wrong to another song) you found it better to wait for him and see him after insteadâ ready to help him wind down and relax after another energetic, adrenaline-inducing show.Â
Most nights consisted of you practically carrying him to the bathtub; cooing soft reassurance as he whined about how tired and sore he felt, shampooing his hair, massaging his scalp and tense shouldersâ most of the time, heâd fall asleep then and there, and itâd be another hassle to wake him up and get him out. Youâd lure him out of the tub and wait for him to change into your matching pajamasâ hello kitty ones, his idea, not yoursâ and greet him in the bed with a warm embrace and lips that peppered kisses all over his face.
It was during these moments you found humor in the contrast of his stage persona to his true self; from his usual attire, chokers and ripped clothes, wardrobe consisting of black and multiple piercings that decorated his ears and face, your thumb brushing over his newest eyebrow piercing fondlyâ versus the man that slept soundly in your arms now, long hair tied back and cute pink barrettes clipping back his bangs, donned in hot pink fuzzy pajamasâ and youâre sure that if his band members saw him like this, theyâd never stop teasing him.Â
You didnât have to wait long to confirm that thought; Beomgyu didnât bother changing as he met up with the others in Yeonjunâs room for breakfast the next morning, tugging you along and remaining unfazed at the way his band members burst out laughing the moment he entered the roomâ you felt a bit bad at the way you found yourself laughing as well, even more so because youâre the only reason heâs found himself dressed like this. (But again, he was the one who bought these clothes in the first place.)
âHappy anniversary, you two,â Yeonjun muses, smiling at the way youâre the only one who seems to process that, chirping out a cheery thank you! as you proceed to drag Beomgyu to the couch, âI feel bad that we have a concert today, ___. As vomit-inducing as it is seeing you two, you do deserve to spend the day together.â
âItâs okay,â you immediately say, brushing his teasing comment off and holding back a smile at the way Beomgyu is still struggling to gain consciousness, more tired than you thought as he simply stares at his waffles for a moment before finally digging in, âat least heâs spending the day doing something he loves.â
âGross,â Hueningkai says, scrunching his nose playfully before laughing at the glare you send him, âyou two are so mushy, itâs painful.â
The rest of the day leading up to the concert is spent peacefully; once Beomgyu has gained enough coherence to fight back against the memberâs jabs, heâs pulling you away to show you new sights and stores he discovered from his previous visits, spoiling you beyond belief and buying anything you look at for a second too long; you end up with more bags than you know what to do with, and Beomgyu refuses to let you carry a single one as he proceeds to take you one of his go-to restaurants, as he told you; saying heâs been wanting to bring you here since the moment he found it, smiling brightly when he sees you enjoying the food as much as he did.
To say heâs reluctant to leave you to go to the concert venue is an understatement; you think he might start crying at any given moment as he stares at you with shining eyes, unable to let go of your hand as he stands by the door of the hotel roomâ not quite ready to leave yet, but knowing that he must eventually as he chooses to bring you in for another slow, loving kiss instead.Â
âAre you sure youâre not coming tonight?â he asks you, trying to hide the sadness in his voice and failing miserably.
âAnd make you fuck up your setlist? I donât think so,â you try to joke, only to panic slightly at the way his eyes gloss over; your hand immediately jumps up to cup his face, laughing softly at his expression as he simply pouts at you ridiculously.Â
âHey, hey, itâs alright,â you grin, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before you lean over to his ear, voice dropping to nothing but a whisper as you let your lips brush against his ear, âIâll have a nice surprise for you tonight, so you better give your best show out there, okay?â
The low lilt of your voice is enough to have him perking up immediately; mouth parted slightly as he stares at you, unsure of what else to do but nod pathetically, knowing he wonât be able to control himself if he thinks about what you might have in store for too long.Â
With one last chaste kiss, heâs leavingâ and only because Soobin was pounding at the door, telling him theyâd be late if he didnât go out this instantâ you think he might start crying as he gives you one last pouty glance, waving to you sadly before he slips out the door.Â
Youâre left alone, the room suddenly much lonelier and quieter than it was a few seconds agoâ and you laugh, checking the time and running to your suitcase to get your makeup and outfit for tonight.Â
A revealing shirt, a mini-skirt thatâs a bit alarmingly shortâ youâre pulling out a sparkling, pink outfit like itâs nothing, throwing it all on and doing your makeup as you check the time absentmindedly; your phone lights up while youâre in the middle of doing so, and a notification reads that the staff are waiting for you outside to take you to the venue once youâre ready.Â
Beomgyu loves performing knowing youâre in the audience more than anything; itâs something heâs made blatant to you, knowing that despite his mistakes, despite his small distractions, his energy always goes out the roof the moment he spots you there. So you knew how distraught Beomgyu would be to hear that youâre not going to the show tonight despite being able to, but the thought of surprising him is much more enticing than youâd like to admit.Â
With one last check of your appearance in the mirror, you grab a jacket before you go; Beomgyuâs favorite oversized zip-up, the clothing item a stark contrast to the rest of your feminine and bright attireâ and you smile, adjusting the purse on your shoulder before youâre off to the hotel lobby, where the staff are waiting and ready to escort you safely.Â
The venue is almost full by the time you get there; youâre escorted straight to your barricade seats front and center, smiling shyly and waving at fans that seem to recognize you; your face feels hot and you walk faster at the way they get excited at the sight of you, not used to the fame that comes with being Beomgyuâs girlfriendâ hell, you really donât know how Beomgyu does it.Â
Youâre more than relieved once the concert begins, any attention that still lingered on you immediately getting stolen by the boys that appeared on stage; you winced slightly at the loud screams all around you, unable to help the way you eventually joined inâ morphing into another fan in the crowd, the venue much too dark for any of the boys to recognize you just yet.Â
They looked stunning in their concert outfits; the professional, matching and dark outfits tailored perfectly to each member, intricate with chains and rosaries and pretty layers. Your eyes widen as you watch Beomgyu walk to his position, taking note of his hair that has now been dyed back to blackâ you hadnât realized how long itâd gotten until now, the layers framing his face and falling into his eyes as he goes to push back his bangs with a delicate hand.Â
There are no introductions tonightâ the music begins immediately, loud and abrasive and making the crowd jump along excitedly, screaming the lyrics and reaching out to try and get one of the members to pay attention to themâ on the contrary, you try to remain hidden, looking away and bowing your head every time Beomgyuâs gaze sweeps around your area.Â
God, you wish Beomgyu didnât turn into such a ditz whenever he spotted you in the audienceâ because then youâd be able to enjoy more of their concerts, addicted to the borderline euphoric feeling you get from attending them, only for it to be multiplied as your eyes catch onto your boyfriend performing, your heart pounding against your chest at the sound of his voice ringing out into the venueâ a surge of pride and love fills you as a grin spreads on your face, and it isnât until you notice a member walking around that youâre able to look away from him.
Looking up, you make eye contact with Hueningkai.Â
His mischievous smile and raised brows are immediately returned with a violent shake of your head; telling him to not say anything to Beomgyu, rubbing your hands together pleadingly the moment he glances back at the said manâ then he turns to you, sending you a playful wink before heâs off to another section, not without sending you one last teasing grin and a wave; youâre glancing at Beomgyu in a panic, unsure if heâs spotted you, only to be relieved at the sight of him too concentrated on playing to even look up at the crowd.
It isnât until the encore that theyâve all begun to move around, (save for Taehyun and Soobin, bound to their instruments as theyâre resigned to simply wave at the crowd when they can) changed into more comfortable outfits during a small intermissionâ Beomgyu is decked in baggy jeans and an equally baggy shirt, long hair messy and makeup smudged as he walks along the stage, smiling and waving at fans that reach out for himâ he plays his bass so effortlessly as he does, truly mesmerizing as he stops a few times to interact with fans; the sight has your heart fluttering hopelessly.Â
But the closer he gets, the more youâre buzzing with nervous energy. Gripping onto the barricade tightly, having stood up long ago with the rest of the fans that are eager to get their attention. Beomgyuâs eyes scan through the crowd thoroughly, smiling cutely and returning hearts until he spots you.Â
He freezes entirely.Â
Heâs no longer playing bassâ heâs just standing there, in complete shock as he stares at you. You can only muster to give him a sheepish wave, an uncontrollable grin on your face as you laugh at his dumbfounded expression, trying to yell at him to go back to playing. But he doesnât, and youâre jumping slightly at the way he takes off his bass and jumps off the stage, security frantically following behind as he rushes over to you.
His hands are on your face and heâs pulling you in for a kiss quicker than you can process; you hear the screams of the crowd around you, but Beomgyuâs got you in his hold so tightly that youâre unable to pull away, left to give in and melt against him as he kisses you for a little longer. Your face feels as though itâs on fire by the time heâs pulled away, his own alight entirely with joy as he grins at you, your head still in his hands as he leans against the barricade excitedlyâ you think he might just jump over it any moment now.
âYouâre here?â he says exasperatedly, eyes scanning you frantically as though he were imagining you, âwhy didnât you tell me, you shouldâveâ I wouldâveââ
âBeomgyu,â you cut him off, placing your hands over his and laughing at the way he can only stutter stupidly, brushing his hair behind his ear fondlyâ watching the way his eyes crinkle cutely as he smiles, your own sweeping over the array of piercings that decorate him, hello kitty earrings glinting under the lightâ and pry his hands off your face, ignoring the pout he sends you as you scold him instead. âGet back on stage!â
Your words seem to snap him out of his reverie; his head is whipping back to look at the stage, at the way his friends can only laugh at him teasingly and yell at him to get back hereâ the way Yeonjun yells directly into the mic is slightly embarrassing, shrinking at the way all eyes are on you as the manâs words ring out the venueâ Beomgyu, get the fuck back here!
Heâs only able to leave with one last chaste kissâ the crowd is screaming at the sight, and youâre resisting the urge to cover your face in weak hopes that it could take all this attention off youâ but youâll bear it, especially with the way Beomgyu mouths a cute I love you! before heâs jumping back on stage.Â
The poor boy is unable to take his eyes off you for the rest of the nightâ but on the bright side, there are no missed cues or wrong notes played. Heâs just entranced with you for the rest of the encore, his energy seemingly replenished with the way he jams out to the music; mouthing the lyrics even when itâs not his part, maintaining eye-contact with you during songs he knows youâre particularly fond ofâ and suddenly, the idea of spending his anniversary at a concert isnât as depressing as it was earlier tonightâ because now, he had you by his side.Â
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âBeomgyuâ Beomgyu please, not hereâŚâ you whine, unable to do much but bite your lip and swallow back whines that threaten to escape you, left to Beomgyuâs mercy as he immediately led you to his dressing room after the showâ the said man is much too focused on kissing and marking your neck to listen, soft hair brushing against your face as he pulls you flush against him; back pressed against the wall, arched prettily from the way his hands snake around your waist and press your lower half against hisâ youâre holding back a groan at the way heâs already hopelessly hard against you.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me youâd be coming? Hmmm? Just wanted to be a tease? Was this your little surprise?â he asks, biting at your skin and huffing out a laugh at the whine that escapes you; your hands are gripping onto his shirt tightly, fisting it in your hands and wrinkling the material as he lets his teeth sink slightly near your collarbones, âgod, you look so good tonight, youâd really expect me to be able to hold myself back?â
His hands are wandering down your waist; over the swell of your ass, fiddling with the hem of your mini-skirt before heâs venturing under itâ feeling the way you shiver against him the moment his hands squeeze at the soft flesh, fingers decorated with rings cold against your skin as he comes back up to kiss you. Itâs rough and desperate, lip rings scratching as he kisses you with such hunger it leaves you breathless; he grinds his cock desperately against you, eliciting a small gasp from you and allowing him to slip his tongue insideâ the piercing that decorates it scrapes along your mouth, unable to help the way your knees weaken at the feeling of himâ his touch is everywhere, leaving you dizzy and lightheaded as you can only melt against him, allowing him to press you flush against the wall with his own body; your miniskirt is riding up along your hips as he situates himself between your legs, panties already a mess as he begins to rut his cock into you.Â
âAre you sure you want to wait now, pretty?â he asks, looking down at you with low-lidded and fucked out eyesâ he punctuates his words with a particularly harsh thrust, laughing at the way you yelp and tighten your hold on him, âI could stop everything right now, send you back to the hotel like this and make you wait, just like you saidâ is that what you want?â
Oh, heâs cruelâ even more so because youâre left shaking your head no deliriously, your mind fogged with such need that your eyes are glossing over at the very thought of not having Beomgyu inside you right now; your voice is pathetic as you plead Beomgyu to finish what he started, throwing a hand over his shoulder and entangling your fingers into his hair as you pull him back into youâ heâs more than eager to return the kiss, tilting his head and pressing himself more against you as a hand reaches down to your thigh; grabbing the back of your knee, guiding you to hook it around his waist as he begins to rut into you mindlessly.
âSo cute, my pretty girl,â he mumbles against your lips, eyes trailing down your low-cut top to spot his favorite zip-up, a smile tugging at his lips as he merely sends you a cute smile, âdid you miss me that much? Already so needy from a little bit of kissingâ god, I love you so muchâŚâ
You think heâs mostly talking to himself at this pointâ spewing nothing but filth as his hands shove your shirt over your chest, grinning as he remains impatient enough to not take off a single item of clothing, choosing to push tug your bra down harshly before heâs swooping down to mark your breasts with a cruel smile.
âLooked so fucking hot out there, just made me wanna take you backstage and fuck you there,â he confesses, listening to the choked whine you let out, his pierced tongue playing with your hardened nipples, leaving them swollen and sensitive. Heâs looking up at you with doe eyes that contrast greatly with the way he sticks his tongue out for you, letting you watch the way he circles and toys with the cute jewelry he bought for you earlier today, pulling away with a coy smile and leaving them soaked with his spitâ he blows softly on them, watching with tentative eyes as you keen at the feeling.Â
âGod, you know Iâve been wanting to do this every time I see you at one of our shows? To make sure that everyone that looks at you knows just who,â he rolls his hips into you, nice and slow and letting you feel the length of his cock press against you as you flutter your eyes shut from pleasure, âyouâre here for?â
âFuck, gyu,â you pant out, snaking your hands under his shirt and up his back, grabbing at his shoulders and pulling him into youâ as if thereâs still space between the two of you, as if youâd die if you werenât touching him at all times, ââm only yours, only want youâŚâÂ
Heâs sneaking a hand down to move your panties to the side, the two of you much too desperate to shed off any layersâ and as you listen to the clinking sounds of his belt, undoing his jeans and pulling out his hardened cock, you busy yourself by sucking and biting at his neck, listening to his stuttered breaths as you suck and tease at the joint of his neck, his most sensitive spot as you bite at it playfullyâ youâre only pulling away at the feeling of Beomgyu grabbing at you hair and tugging you away, letting out a baffled laugh at the satisfied look you give him in return.Â
âWant everyone to know youâre mine,â you coo out softly, grinding your pussy slowly against Beomgyuâs tip that teases your entrance, your mouth falling open at the feeling of him mirroring the action, running along your folds and swiping at your clit, âall mine, my pretty boyâŚâ
He laughs fondly against your lips at thatâ bringing you in for a slow kiss, feeling the way your mind goes blank the moment his tip slowing enters you; heâs swallowing a soft moan from you as he bottoms out slowly, keeping himself deep inside and grinding his hips slowly against yoursâ and he stays there, a tease like always as he watches your brows furrow and your lips pout, telling him softly to move, to do something.
âMmmh, all yours,â he mumbles softly, pulling out slowly to let you feel the way every vein runs against your walls, clenching and fluttering against his length as he hisses at the feeling, âIâm yours, belong only to you, fuckâŚâ
Heâs not able to keep this agonizingly slow pace up for longâ as much as he wants to tease you, to have you crying and pleading for him to fuck you stupid, he isnât fairing that well himselfâ so it isnât long before heâs beginning to snap his hips into you, cock curving and aiming for that spot that has your knees buckling, pretty nails digging into Beomgyuâs shoulders and biting at the skin in order to try to stabilize yourself.
âSuch a perfect cuntâ fuck, ah, just wanna fill you up, wanna see it dripping down those pretty thighsâ stupid fucking skirt canât hide anything, ughââ his voice is deep and breathy as he continues to talk into your ear, his hands sliding down to the swell of your ass before heâs holding it thereâ lifting you up, forcing you to hook your legs around his waist as youâre left to his mercy; his chest is pressed flush against yours as he fucks you, and you can only bury your face into his neck to try and muffle your sounds, the rough way you bounce from his thrusts causing your nails to slip and scratch down his backâ he hisses at the feeling, only to be spurred by the stinging sensation it leaves behind.Â
âSo loud, shit,â he laughs meanly, grinning at the way you only bury your face into him more to try and muffle your sounds, âwant everyone to hear you? All the staff, the membersâ Iâm sure theyâd like to see what a pretty doll you are for me.â
You shake your head at thatâ but your body gives you away as your cunt clenches around him pathetically, the wet sounds of skin against skin filling the room and undoubtedly filtering outsideâ but you remain persistent to keep your moans to yourself, choking back on sounds of pleasure as Beomgyu only begins to fuck you rougher; your silence is a challenge, one heâll gladly take as he begins to roll his hips into you just the way you like it.Â
âCome on pretty, I wanna hear you,â he purrs into your ear, a hand snaking around to rub at your clit while the other remains firm on your ass, âdonât you feel good? I can make you feel even betterâ so, so so good, just let me hear your cute little sounds.â
Youâre playing hard to get. And Beomgyu takes absolute pleasure in it, watching the way you shake and dig your nails into him helplessly, your body being wound up from how good he fucks you; your thighs are sticky and shining from your arousal, poorly concealed pleasure only fueling Beomgyuâs ego further as he reaches up to tug your head out from itâs hiding spot.
He thinks he might just cum on the spot; your makeup is ruined, tears of mascara running down your cheeks as you merely let out soft hiccups of moans, your lips parted and brain completely empty as you stare at himâ he smiles at you in return, capturing your lips in another kiss as his hand begins to trail down; toying with your breasts, nimble fingers pinching and rolling your nipples as you jolt and whine into his mouth at the sensation.Â
âGyuâ gonnaâ need to, ahâŚ!â the choked whimpers you let out arenât enough for Beomgyu, and he only slows down at your request; fresh tears stream down your cheeks as you plead softly, breathy voice barely above a whisper as you whine quietly to keep going, donât stop, please gyu, pleeaaaseâŚ.Â
âHmm? Whatâs that? I canât hear you, baby,â he murmurs softly against your lips, slowing to nothing but a grind as he presses himself against youâ pelvis grinding against your clit, the feeling making you tremble as you dig your nails into his shoulders once more. âCome on sweet thing, tell me what you need.â
Youâre telling himâ begging, pleading, breathy whimpers and soft cries escaping you as you roll your hips into him, biting your lip and sighing exasperatedly at the way he simply watches you with dark eyes, slowing down until heâs simply bottomed out inside you.Â
âWhat do you want?â he asks softly, breathy voice intertwined with a lilt so sweet youâd almost think he pities youâ and by the way heâs looking at you, he just might, swollen lips caught between his teeth to try and suppress a smile. Youâre still weak and quiet as you try to voice your wants, looking at him through wet lashes, a pout on your face as your hands run absentmindedly up and down his back.
âWanna cum?â he coos, pretty hand reaching down to circle and pinch your clit teasingly, âWant me to fuck you? Fill you up? Hmmm?â
All you can do is nod along to his words stupidlyâ and obviously, itâs the very last thing your boyfriend wants, abandoning your clit and reaching up to grab your face roughly; fingers digging into your cheeks, forced to look at him as he merely glares at you and speaks through gritted teeth.Â
âTell me,â he says, voice sharp and dangerous as he narrows his eyes, âuse your wordsâ or, donât tell me Iâve fucked you dumb already.â
Heâs unhooking one of your legs from his waist at that; youâre stumbling slightly, leg too weak to let you stand as you merely cry at him to wait, bringing him closer to you in fear that he might pull out and leave you like thisâ his fingers still dig into your cheeks as you speak, drool building up at the corners of your pouty lips as you stutter out exactly what you wantâ what he wants to hear.
âWant you to fuck me, use meâ wanna cum, please,â you cry out, eyes squeezing shut as he shakes your head teasingly, as though to say and what else? âWant you to cum inside, baby please, just wanna feel goodââ
Youâre rambling at this point. But Beomgyu enjoys it nonetheless, telling you to keep going as he begins to move again; slowly at first, allowing you to feel the drag of his thick cock against your walls as your words become stuttered through weak moans, the sight making your boyfriend laugh as he slowly begins to pick up his pace.Â
âLike it when I fuck you like this, yeah?â youâre nodding in confirmation to his words; staring at him with pleading eyes, whimpering a soft harder, faster, that the man is immediately obliging as he coos at the way you yelp at the sensation. âWant it harder? Hmmm? Want me to fuck you âtill you canât even walkâ? Have to carry you out of here, let everyone see the way your sweet cunt is filled up by me?â
All you can do is nod to his words at this point; whimpering a weak yes, yesyesyes, want you to fill me up, use me, more more pleaseâ
Everything crashes down on you unexpectedly; your eyes are shutting tight and you think you might just black out as your orgasm hit you suddenly, cunt squeezing and fluttering around Beomgyuâs cock as he groans at the sensationâ he lets you ride it out, cooing soft praise into your ear before heâs pulling you in for another kiss; youâre barely able to kiss him back, moaning into his mouth and letting him do whatever he wants with you.
It isnât long before heâs cumming inside you as well; youâre so tight he can barely move, your cute whimpers and warm cunt guiding him through it as he fucks into you slowly, making sure none of his release slips out as he continues to fuck you, even after heâs become horribly sensitive. Then heâs still, lips still on yours and arms wrapped tightly around you as though heâs afraid to let you go.
âYou okay?â he asks quietly after a moment, still lingering close to you, taking in your appearance with tentative eyes. You nod softly, still attempting to catch your breath as you chest heaves against his; he huffs out a soft laugh, caressing your cheek fondly before heâs going to fix your clothesâ your mini-skirt remains up on your hips, his cock still bottomed out inside you as he coos about how good you were for him, caressing any skin he can get his hands on (which is a lot, considering your wardrobe) with a smile.
âPretty girl, so perfect,â he coos, finally pulling out and tucking himself in before heâs going to fix your clothing; not without slipping his fingers inside your cunt one last time, watching with hungry eyes as you curl into him and cry that youâre sensitiveâ heâs only satisfied after his cum is left snug in your pussy, smiling darkly at the way he brings his fingers up to your mouth for you to cleanâ you do it without any hesitation, and Beomgyu swears he might just be getting hard again.Â
âLove you so much, thank you for coming to see me today,â he says instead, bringing you in for a warm hug and a loving kiss; you merely hum tiredly in response, hands slipping out from his shirt only to be thrown over his shoulders leisurely.
Your face feels hot the moment heâs trying to get the two of you to leave back for the hotelâ because your legs are absolutely not cooperating with you.Â
âHoly shit, I was joking about that whole fuck you till you canât walk thing,â he laughs, only to get cut of by the way you hit him in responseâ heâs letting out an exaggerated whimper at that, rubbing his arm and telling you sorry, sorry baby, with a cute pout.
âUgh, I donât want anyone to see me like this, fuck,â you mourn, only for Beomgyu to pull you into his side firmly, sending you a smile thatâs not as reassuring as you wish it was.Â
âIâm sure no one will notice,â he says simply, swinging the door open and immediately being met with Soobin passing by.Â
He slows down at the sight of you two, glancing at your appearances briefly before he keeps walking.Â
âTry to keep it down next time please,â he yells out, turning the corner and disappearing from your sight before you can retaliate. You feel slightly mortified by his words, but Beomgyu isnât affected in the slightest as he leans over to murmur softly into your ear.
âShould we continue this at the hotel, pretty?â
You donât answer his question. But he already knows the answer, sending you a giddy smile and intertwining his fingers with yours as he leads you to where the staff car is waiting for you twoâ and you hold back a smile of your own as you trail (limp, kinda) behind him. Itâll be a long night, but you couldnât ask for a better way to spend your anniversary, no matter how unconventional it is.
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