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imrllytootiredforthis · 7 months

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Just Friends

pairing: beomgyu x reader

summary: Just friends, just friends. That's all there is, all there's ever been but have you really ever been just friends?

warnings: gn reader, dom reader, sub beomgyu, thigh riding, handjob, lots of groping, car sex, mentions of masturbation, possibly more that i forgot

word count: 2.2k

a/n: writer's block is so real, i literal pulled this out of a sleep-deprived haze at 4 in the morning so feedback would be appreciated<3

Just friends. He tells himself over and over again.

Just friends. You tell yourself over and over again.

But friends don't do things like this on rainy nights in the back of your car. With your windows fogging up and the only light coming from a lone streetlight from the corner of the parking lot.

Friends don't clutch his hips, grinding him down against your thigh. Friends don't pant heavily at the feeling of his fingernails digging deep into the skin of your shoulders almost hard enough to draw blood.

At least they shouldn't.

But maybe you and Beomgyu have never really been 'just friends'.

"God," but it's never gone this far before. "Don't stop, please, don't stop!"

Sure there's been teasing touches and lingering looks, meaningful conversations that maybe meant more than either of you had wanted to admit.

But you hadn't expected it to go this far.

To have him clinging to you. To have his lips all over your neck and your hands all in his hair.

To have his pants discarded somewhere in the back along with his boxers in your haste...

To have his dick rubbing against the rough material of your jeans. To have him sobbing into your ear to not stop, to never stop, that he'll die without your touch.

You suppose your best friend has always been a touch dramatic.

If you could even call him that anymore-your best friend.

"Don't worry baby," every nerve ending in his body feels like it's on fire. His ears feel like they're ringing, replaying your words over and over like a broken record. "I won't."

It feels so good, it hurts so bad.

Tears stream down his face from both-from everything. From you calling him baby like he's yours. With so much affection and adoration, like he's the most important thing in the world to you right now.

Like he isn't shaking against you, crying out like some kind of wounded animal (in heat), thinking or maybe even muttering how he can't get enough, how it'll never be enough, how he wants you so bad, how he'll die before he lets you go.

Your hand guides his lips to yours, soft and sweet and hungry. Devouring every one of his whines up and replying with your own want for more, kissing him like your life depends on it. You'd always thought that he'd sound pretty, but not this pretty, not this pathetic or needy.

"Fuck, Beomgyu."

Your mouth clashes against his over and over, saliva dripping down his chin as he tries and fails in trying not to drool. You're too preoccupied in nipping at his lips that you're faintly aware of his hands slipping under your shirt until they're on your chest, squeezing and exploring everything he's only fantasized of.

He hasn't felt this good before. Ever. Not from past partners or from his own hand. Toys feel like nothing compared to this, the unforgiving bite of denim somehow lightyears better than vibrators and dildos and whatever else he's used to replicate your touch.

The friction makes him feel like he's burning but his hips just rut faster. He wishes it was your skin, soft and comfortable and you-but he doesn't think he can be patient enough. Doesn't think he can find it in himself to let go of you long enough for you to take your pants off. He has his nose in your hair and the taste of you on his tongue, and he can't stop now.

He can't stop. Not when he's wanted this for so, so long.

Okay, so maybe you've never truly been 'just friends'.

Well, maybe before that first time you were out at a party together and a friend of a friend approached Beomgyu, trying to talk him up while you stood right next to him.

Before you'd watched, something ugly simmering in the pit of your stomach that you couldn't fully decipher-that you weren't sure you wanted to decipher.

It was only until Beomgyu shot you a pleading look that you were able to keep your cool and then you'd very kindly told that friend of a friend to back the fuck off and leave the two of you alone.

And maybe, just maybe Beomgyu had gone home that night and let his hand wander past his waistband to wrap around his aching cock.

Jesus christ.

With each stroke of his hand he conjured your image in his mind. It was you looking at him, watching him-touching him. Talking to him in that same cold, mean voice you had talked to that friend of a friend.

Hating him and loving him all in one, rough and cruel but soft and caring. He wanted all of it, all of you.

And then afterwards it was basking in an afterglow of remembering the way that your eyes softened once again when they landed on him and your hand touched his shoulder and you asked if he was okay.

Friends do this...right? He'd thought, not ready yet to admit that maybe it was something more.

Just friends that brought you to his apartment a few weeks later, slightly ashamed and very drunk and looking for some kind of comfort after you'd been out drinking for better part of the night.

Just friends that had your hands all over his body and your lips all over his throat, sloppy wet kisses making his head spin and his body heat up. That'd had you shoving him down onto the couch and climbing on top of him, pushing your knee between his legs as your cold hands slithered up his shirt in search of warm, smooth skin to lay claim on as yours.

Just friends with the way that you promptly passed out on top of him and conveniently remembered nothing of the night before. Of groping your best friend, of telling him how pretty he was, of whispering that he was a good boy.

'I want you.'

'You're so pretty.'

'Perfect.'

'My good boy.'

'Mine.'

Friends don't know the way his moans sound. Or the way his skin feels against yours.

Like tonight,

A movie. That was all it was supposed to be.

Platonic. Friends. Just going to see a movie together, get dinner after. Nothing more.

"Touch me! G-od, please touch me!" His hand flies up, fingers dig into your wrist as he pulls it down between his legs, his dick throbbing and needy.

It feels so much better-your hand-your skin, your fingers loosely wrapping around him, teasingly rubbing at the tip. "And why should I baby? Have you been good? Have you been a good boy?"

He doesn't know.

He doesn't knowHe doesn't knowHe doesn't know.

All he knows is you.

Just friends shouldn't let things get to this point.

...Oh well.

A movie. A quiet theatre. Darkness and eyes all too often glancing at the profile of the other.

A tension palpable in the air as fingers brushed against each other to grab popcorn. Hands aching, itching to hold each other. An agonizing one hundred and twenty minutes.

Nothing though.

Only getting into the car afterwards and driving off.

"What do you want to eat?" He only shrugs in reply and you roll your eyes. "Helpful."

"Well I dunno," he thinks, "the usual? I can place an order to your place and we should get back before it gets there."

You hum in reply. "It's late though, you planning to stay over for the night?"

"...Sure."

Hesitation. He can only think of the last time you stayed the night. So long ago now, he'd avoided either of you spending the night at the others ever since. From fear? From preservation? Or from hoping that your frustration would break the dam first.

'I want you.'

'Mine.'

Words that flash through his mind unbridled. Sounds and touches that flood his brain

'My good boy.'

He swallows, trying to keep his eyes on the screen of the phone. Trying to hope the darkness blankets how red his face has turned.

"Hey could you pull over here?"

"Sure?" You'd glanced over at him and the question on your face evident.

He didn't elaborate though and you didn't ask.

You'd pulled into a mostly empty parking lot. Only a few cars left in front of a grey, drab building. Parked beside a flickering streetlight that continued for a few minutes before doing out completely. Certainly the furthest thing from being romantic by any means.

Nothing specific broke the tension, the unspoken rules.

But the next thing the either of you know is he's on your lap clawing at you aimlessly, pure desire fuelling him to do such pathetic things. Like telling you how horny he is and how bad he needs you.

You don't seem to have any problem with his confession though.

Responding in turn rather appropriately you'd think. And then your lips are against his and you're tugging at his clothes and touching his body like he's your last lifeline.

And then you're in the backseat of the car, his pants and boxers discarded into the back, your lips curled into a smirk against his skin.

And then you're here.

Doing things that friends certainly should not be doing.

"M' a good boy, promise! Please, I'll be your good boy!"

You'd imagined how his face would look all fucked out all but a million times in the dead of night, thinking about things you certainly should not have been thinking about.

But you'd never know that your imagination would do absolutely no justice to the real thing.

To his lips slick with your spit and his skin glowing with a sheen of sweat. Eyes fluttering like he's fighting to merely keep them open with every sensation he's feeling.

"Pretty~" you mutter.

Bite marks and hickeys all over his neck and collarbone-good thing it's nearly scarf season. Or bad thing, you're not sure you want him to hide these or if you want him to parade them around, show off your claim to him to everyone.

"So fucking pretty it's not fair-" a high, needy whine climbs up his throat and he lets it, because you don't even have to say it, he knows how much you love hearing how good you make him feel.

His eyebrows tug together as if in concentration. Concentration to stay sane while you let him fuck into your hand.

You trail a finger over his cheekbone, collecting a tear while everything within him tries not to let this end, because it can't be over yet, he doesn't want it to be over yet and he's not sure he can go again until later-if there is a later.

You lick the tear off your finger and his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head. "Not fucking fair to make me wait this long. Such a tease, such a whore."

Fingers press against his lips and he opens with zero hesitation. This is what you want, this is what he wants-more than anything.

You pull them out all too soon and replace your fingers with your tongue, letting him suck it into his mouth with a moan.

Your grip tightens, your hand moves faster and faster and his toes curl. Too much, too much-he can't...it can't, he doesn't want this to be over-

"No!"

His head falls into your neck with a strangled scream as he cums into your hand, staining your jeans and his shirt. You stroke him still to prolong the pleasure, milking him dry of everything he has before he lets out the first whine of protest and you stop.

"Please,"

His breath comes out in rushed pants, his head a jumbled mess of "more, please more-" followed by incoherent babbles and then, finally, "I can go again, wanna...wanna go again. Just...use me, use me however you want." as his hips work still, even if it only works against what he really wants, releasing pained whimpers all the while from the self-inflicted overstimulation.

You smile and he can practically hear it before he's flipped into his back, spread out and pinned against the slightly uncomfortable seats of your car as you press apart his legs, eyes roving over him before beginning to undo your pants.

"Use you, huh baby?"

Yes.

However you want. Use him however you want. That's all he wants. All he's wanted for so long.

The pads of your fingers press against his thigh, too close and he squirms with oversensitivity.

"We'll still be friends after this though right?"

He lets out a noise between a cry and an affirmation, eyes sliding shut as your body presses against his.

"Friends!" He gasps.

Your fingers lace together. You smile.

"But not just friends now are we...?"

a/n: y'all please forgive me if this is absolute bullshit. i feel like i haven't written anything for real in forever and i feel like rusty now lol. but lmk what you think (to possibly give me inspo to write more lol😭)

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niki-phoria · 18 days

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Hii!! It’s been a while since I requested something here, but I had an idea yesterday soo 🎉

Okay, first I saw that in TXT’s comeback showcase Soobin was coughing a lot, so my idea was gn reader Taking care of Soobin because he’s upset because he got sick right on comeback day. He gets annoyed at first but ends up crying in your arms because his throat is sore and his nose is congested so he can’t sing well and feels like he’ll mess everything up.

I imagined it with soobin first but this would be really cute with Beomgyu too. Please do whatever you feel comfortable with. Thank you!!! 💕💕

BE MY ETERNITY, SAY MY NAME

pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff/comfort word count 623

notes: thank you for requesting !! i just posted a soobin fic so i chose beomgyu for this one, i hope you like it <33 implied 06th member kinda, beomgyu cries a little bit, starting a 2k event pls consider checking it out !! title from txt - deja vu

“are you alright?” beomgyu’s tired eyes only meet your own for a second before he nods, brushing your concerns off with a simple “i’m fine” mumbled beneath his breath. you weren’t the first person who had asked him that dreaded question that afternoon, but you were the first person who called him out on the lie.

beomgyu pauses when you reach over, gently resting your hand against his shoulder. he can feel the way your eyes study his features: red-rimmed eyes; sluggish movements; quiet, raspy words. all the tell-tale signs of the flu.

“are you sure?” you’re closer now, reaching up to rest the back of your free hand against his forehead. beomgyu’s skin is slightly clammy and overly warm to the touch. “you feel really warm. did you catch a cold?”

“...i feel fine.” the words are hollow. beomgyu poorly stifles a cough beneath his breath - like his scratchy throat is karma for trying to lie to you. “my throat just hurts a little.”

you don’t believe him. he can tell by the way your eyebrows furrow just a little bit and how your hand has now fallen to his side, your arm wrapping around beomgyu’s waist to support him - even indirectly. “let’s take a break. you can lie down for a little while.”

you’re coaxing him to rest. to go to sleep - hopefully long enough to starve off the worst of the sickness before it comes. you won’t say the words outright because you know he’ll deny you in the hopes of making it through the rest of the week without having to mention how he feels like he’ll fall over if he stands upright for too long or how his nose is so stuffy that he can’t breathe properly. he knows exactly what you’re doing.

but unfortunately for beomgyu, he can’t say no to you. and laying down for a while doesn’t sound like the worst thing right now.

“okay,” he nods, silently following after you. you smile softly when he agrees, slowly leading him towards your bedroom. beomgyu bites his tongue as you guide him towards your bed before you pull the blankets over him. he almost feels a little helpless - forcibly wrapped up in your covers and being unable to stand for more than a few minutes without becoming dizzy.

he doesn’t protest when you slide into the empty space beside him. instead, beomgyu wraps his arms around you, leaning his face against your chest. you pull him a little closer in return, gently rubbing a hand against his back. “you don’t have to push yourself this hard, you know. it’s okay to ask for a break.”

he remains silent for a few minutes. you don’t ask for a response; your hand rubs soothing circles against his skin. your reassurance is given without any expectation for a response.

“i just… don’t want to let anybody down,” beomgyu whispers. he sniffles before nuzzling himself even closer to you, pressing his face against the crook of your neck. “we worked so hard on the comeback and now i can’t even perform it.”

“you could never let us down. i know how hard you worked for this, and so does everybody else,” beomgyu clings to you a little tighter when you move your hand upwards to run your hand through his hair. the strands are soft as you tangle them between your fingers. your nails gently massage against his scalp. “all that matters is that you try your best. and i know that you do.”

beomgyu doesn’t answer. at least, not verbally. he simply closes his eyes, letting your whispered reassurances fill the room and hoping you don’t mind the stray tears that occasionally land against the skin of your neck.

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yawnzbf · 4 months

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⚝ LIFE SUPPORT

Synopsis- yn sends daily messages to this unknown, inactive number cause of habit, one day all their messages get seen. Even yn is bewildered at what happens next.

Choi beomgyu x gn! Reader

Warnings- cursing(?), humour, mentions of almost death.

Part 1.

#yawnzbf #male reader #tomorrow x together #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #choi beomgyu #txt #tomorrow by together #beomgyu x reader #gn reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x reader #kpop x gn reader #beomgyu x gn reader #smau #beomgyu smau #txt x male reader #txt x reader #beomgyu

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antiromanticloverboy · 1 year

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txt reaction to you asking to suck them off for the first time.

txt x gn reader

[note: i'm only writing smut for the choi line in txt. i don't feel comfy writing smut for huening kai and taehyun.]

☾ Choi Yeonjun

He pauses with his lips against the skin of your neck, unsure if he heard what he thinks he heard. He pulls back to look at you and asks you to say it again.

“I want to suck your cock,” you say, looking into his eyes, voice raw with desire. He kisses your nose, your lips, your cheek.

His warm breath tickles your ear as he says, “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

You get on your knees and undo his jeans, looking up at him with adoration. It’s taking all of his will power to remain calm. His breath gets caught in his throat when he feels your tongue taste him for the first time.

He lifts a hand to your face, his thumb caressing your jaw. He closes his eyes when you take him into your mouth. His heart is beating so hard, he thinks it’ll kill him, and goddamn, what a way to go.

☾ Choi Soobin

Soobin licks your release from his lips as he makes his way back up your body. He grins to himself at the blissed out smile on your face. This is everything he wants. You panting beneath him, happy and content because he made you feel so damn good. He kisses your neck softly, and you ask him if you can suck him off.

His eyes widen and his cheeks dimple with his smile.

“You sure you want to?” He asks, just to be sure. “You don’t have to.”

You nod, brushing his hair out if his face.

“Please, Bin?” Electricity travels the length of his spine. “Please let me suck your cock. Want it so bad.”

He would never deny you when you ask so sweetly. He sits back on his calves and pulls you up with him. He gives you a languorous kiss, trying to impress upon your body that there is no pressure and you can stop at anytime.

You push him onto his back and pull his joggers down just enough. When your lips touch the tip of his dick, he shivers with pleasure. You’re absolutely perfect to him.

☾ Choi Beomgyu

Beomgyu wakes up with you in his arms, your back pressed to his chest, and he can’t imagine anything better than this. He hugs you tighter and you wish him good morning.

“Mm, didn’t realize you’re awake.” He kisses the back of your neck.

“Mhm,” you agree. You feel his morning wood against your ass and and chuckle.

“What’s funny?” He asks.

You reach behind you and take him in hand, “You’re hard.”

“Think that’s funny?” He says, nipping your ear and rolling onto his back, pulling you with him. “Gonna help me out with it?”

You know he’s joking, but you answer honestly, glancing at him over your shoulder, “Mhm, wanna suck you off.”

He quirks an eyebrow, “Seriously?”

You roll over and straddle him, sticking your hand down his pants, “Please, Gyu?”

He's quiet for a moment and you kiss his chest and stomach before looking up at him again.

“You can do whatever you want with me,” he grins, brushing your hair back.

You kiss his hip and pull his shorts down.

When your tongue touches his cock, he moans.

“God, you’re the best,” he chuckles breathlessly.

And he fucking means it.

#txt x gn reader #txt imagines #txt reactions #txt drabbles #txt fics #txt smut #kpop smut #kpop drabbles #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #kpop fics #kpop x gn reader #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #txt

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yawnzzznnn · 4 months

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⋆Tall Enough - Beomgyu⋆

⋆Special Thanks Too: Beomgyu, TxT

⋆Note: not sure if this was requested or not, I can't seem to find who it came from so...HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Only 5 more days not even a week left!! I had emo Gyu in my head while I wrote this so....

⋆Prompt: Tree Topper

⋆Taglist: @mxlly143 - @jisvngc0re1 - @soul-is-a-strange-kid

⋆TW: teasing : low-key ass hole beomgyu : mentions of cookies and popcorn : cocky beomgyu : joke mention of gaslighting :

12-18-23

Beomgyu watched with an amused smirk on his face, as you struggled to reach the top of the tree. You and Beomgyu decided to decorate the tree together, by together I mean he's leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face while he watched you struggle to reach the high points, eventually giving up to help you. But this time he didn't help you, he didn't even comment, pulling out his phone he quickly snapped a picture setting it as his lock screen.

"Gyu!" You turned around the semi heavy star in your hand, "your tall enough to reach come help" you said holding out the star, Beomgyus smile grew "why? I'm sure eventually you'll get it up there" he said amused, your pout grew "please! Ill bake those cookies you really like" you said putting on your best puppy eyes. Beomgyu shrugged "you still owe me those for helping you reach the popcorn last night" he said flipping his head to get his bangs out his eyes.

"are you serious..." You said dropping the cute act, beomgyu nodded "100% I would never lie to you" he said in a defensive tone holding his hands up in a surrender motion, "are you trying to gaslight me?" You asked narrowing your eyes at him, Beomgyu laughed "of course I am" he joked walking up to you, turning you by your shoulders making you face the tree, before you could question Beomgyu grabbed your hips and hoisted you up.

Squealing you quickly tried to regain your poster, taking a moment before reaching up and putting the tree topper on, once getting it settled Beomgyu sat you down, your feet gently touching the ground as you held yourself up. "Thank you" you sighed looking at the tree seeing if anything needed to be fixed "your welcome I guess" Beomgyu shrugged waving his hand dismissively.

While you fixed the tree Beomgyu went to grab blankets scattered about your shared apartment, making a small nest like thing on the couch he put the movie you didn't get to finish last night on. Sitting on the couch waiting for you to join him.

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sunoooism · 6 months

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> summary : bsf!txt as texts me and my bsf have had, part two

> warnings : crack ? profanity, me & my friend aren't that funny, suggestive jokes, reader not understanding 'Heathers' references, reader is a vegetarian bc i say so, mentions of a gun being held at Kai's head, gn! reader lmk if I missed anything REST OF THE MEMBERS UNDER CUT !

⊹

→ choi yeonjun, choi soobin & choi beomgyu

→ kang taehyun & huening kai

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iiraluv · 9 months

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[ nostalgia radio ... beomgyu's cluelessness ☆ ]

notes: written in 3rd person pov ! synopsis: beomgyu worked in reader's local supermarket and as expected, he fell head-over-heels for them ♡ pairing: y/n!xbeomgyu, gn!reader ♡ wc: 298 words (very short, i know)

MAY 9TH 2001 。°˖ ✧

beomgyu, never knew how much he stared at the pretty person who always seemed to run out of avocados every day. what kind of food needs 12 avocados in order to make it? sometimes, his manager (who, unfortunately for him, is his former classmate, choi soobin) would tap him on his head with a breadstick twice in order to wake him up from his daydreaming. its crumbs slowly fell from his head coincidentally every time they came to pay at the counter. i think soobin has magical powers, there's no way this always seems to happen to me. he would smile awkwardly, barely making eye-contact with the equally-shy customer and as the items were scanned and paid for, he would whisper a small 'thank you' and watch them walk away, their curls flowing carelessly in the wind.

he hoped that one day he would be the one holding the heavy grocery bags with them.

the pretty customer, on the other hand, purposely bought the same things every day (though little) just to catch a glimpse of the handsome guy behind the counter. sometimes, due to bad luck, he wouldn't be at the counter, helping them, but their elderly neighbour, mrs. sim, or (and this was much worse for them), a very pretty girl. insecurity was their worse enemy but they couldn’t help themselves. when beomgyu was present at the regular cash register, they would combust from his cuteness as he smiles at them, embedding happy creases around those angelic eyes. the daydream only lasted for a mere minute though as it was time to leave. their departure was soul-crushing as that would have been yet another day when they didn't have the guts to acquire his phone number.

it’s okay, i’ll see him tomorrow again anyway!

[ radio static ]

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ghostcavities · 8 months

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⁀➷ genuine — beomgyu

beomgyu wonders why you care so much.

includes: gn! reader, no pronouns used, loosely based on loser=lover, a lil angst, hurt/comfort, can be platonic or romantic but it’s kinda implied beomgyu has a crush on reader

warnings: implied abuse, beomgyu’s loser=lover injuries

status: rewritten, edited (to the best of my abilities)

a/n: idk if i like this :b anyways might do a part 2 but no promises <3

beomgyu remembers the first time it happened.

he had left his house to get away from the screaming man inside, not even caring where his legs were taking him. just as long as he got away.

he stopped when he arrived at a familiar house, standing in the middle of the road as he tried to catch his breath and collect his racing thoughts. eventually he started moving again, much slower steps as he approached the front door and raised a shaking hand to knock.

it was chaotic. you opened the door with wide eyes and asked a bunch of questions as you lead him to the bathroom. all you had were a few hello kitty bandaids and a washcloth, hesitant to actually touch him as you warned him that you’ve never dealt with those kind of wounds.

you were so gentle with him. concerned etched across your face as you examined him.

he’s brought out of his thoughts when he feels a sting on his cheek, hissing at the sensation and slightly turning away from you as he shuts his eyes.

the washcloth has been replaced with antiseptic wipes that came with the first aid kit you had gotten after his third emergency visit to you. even though he appreciates you wanting to treat his wounds properly, he liked the warm, soft washcloth against his skin more.

he opens his eyes and faces you again, avoiding your eyes when you get back to work as you mumble a soft apology.

he feels bad, showing up at your house randomly and forcing you to play doctor. but the delicate touch of your hands, a stark contrast to the ones that broke the skin in the first place, is the only thing he can look forward to when this happens. you reverse as much of the damage as possible.

he realizes, as your fingers brush his unruly hair out of his face (an action so tender it almost makes him sick), that you care. you genuinely care about him.

that’s why you always open the door for him. you let him in, carefully taking his hand in yours. every time he shows up, shattered and broken by someone who was supposed to love him, you pick up the pieces and help put him back together.

he’s not used to that kind of treatment. he’s not sure if he even deserves it.

#txt #tomorrow x together #txt x reader #txt x gn reader #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #txt beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x gn reader

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jeonginluvrr · 1 year

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guitar strings | choi beomgyu

synopsis: your boyfriend teaches you how to play the guitar.

pairing: idol!choi beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: established relationship, idol au (on gyu’s end), fluff

warnings: mentions of scars, touchy gyu, gyu encourages reader, gyu is deeply in love with reader <3

“baby,” beomgyu hummed against your skin as you sat on his lap, his guitar on your own as you attempted to play the strings to his acoustic guitar. “do you need my help?”

you asked your boyfriend to teach you how to play the guitar, and it resulted in you struggling to read his annotated sheet music in the iconic livestream room of hybe.

“no, i’ve got this, seriously,” you said exasperatedly, struggling to read the several lines of notes, your hands awkwardly shifting around the fretboard of the guitar.

“sweetheart, it’s okay if you need help.” beomgyu placed his slender fingers on yours, leading your fingers to the correct frets, helping you strum the guitar with his hands in yours.

“doesn’t that feel better?” beomgyu hummed, his scarred fingertips, presumably from playing his guitar, resting on yours, pressing a gentle, encouraging kiss to the side of your head.

you flushed at his touch, struggling to remain focused on the music. you smiled as he peppered you with sweet kisses everytime you played a chord correctly.

once you played through the whole entire song with a few mishaps, he praised you relentlessly, smothering you in kisses, proud of you. he was genuinely touched that you were willing to give guitar a try, an instrument he has dedicated himself to.

“i’m so proud of you, darling.” beomgyu hummed against your lips, pulling you in for another celebratory kiss before you moved on to the next song.

#beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x gn reader #tomorrow x together #txt x reader #txt x you #txt x moa #txt x y/n #beomgyu x you #beomgyu x female reader #beomgyu x male reader #choi beomgyu #beomgyu tomorrow x together

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xypherz · 7 months

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Sun!Beomgyu x Moon!Reader

Details: Choi Beomgyu x Reader, GN!Reader, Headcanons, 0.63k words. A series in which an idol and their partner are polar opposites.

Warnings: Not proofread, a few curse words if you count acronyms

Last of my planned sun!idols; if there are any others you'd like me to write, let me know, and I'll try my best (TXT, ATZ, or SKZ).

Forget any notions you had about the sun being warm and sweet because this man is a MENACE.

He’s the kind of sun that will melt your ice cream off the cone.

He will not apologize.

When you came into his life, he didn’t really notice.

Well he noticed, but he wasn’t super cognizant of it.

Why did it take him so long to realize?

Because you are, how do I say, a timid mf.

You’d be caught dead before you made yourself the center of attention, and you have a tendency to avoid the people who like that kind of thing.

It’s not like you hold anything against them, they're just… eccentric, and maybe a little annoying, but definitely nothing against them.

So, for a few weeks, as you integrated into Beomgyu’s life, he just didn’t seem to pay any mind to you. Not that you were complaining.

But then as the people around him began to spend more time with you, he found himself wondering why he didn’t interact with you sooner.

While, sure, you’re shy and a little bit quiet, in smaller group settings and one-on-one interactions, you and him have a very similar sense of humor.

You may be a little less upfront or energetic about it, but he thinks you’re so funny.

Though he was drawn to you and wanted to get to know you more, you were kind of… not having it.

He figured you don’t like being the center of attention since you kind of recede into the background of a lot of settings, so he was trying really hard to recede with you. He didn’t want to bring any unwanted attention with him.

Once you realized he was actually trying to make you comfortable and get to know you, you kind of warmed up a bit but were still cautious.

You probably rejected him the first time he asked you on a date.

But it’s okay because you accepted the next time!

Beomgyu never expects you to change for him.

He understands there are certain things that make you uncomfortable, so he dials it back.

He is more than happy to settle down a bit; sometimes he gets a little exhausted putting up a funny and energetic front.

He likes that he can conserve his energy around you.

He’s obviously still himself, so still a bit of a buffoon, but you’re okay with that.

You don’t want him to change for you either, and if that means you have to deal with his shenanigans, then that’s okay.

He will never, however, draw attention to you.

In fact, he actively tries to draw it away from you.

You drop a cup that creates a sound wave equivalent to that of a building collapsing? Suddenly he’s beating up Yeonjun with a pillow he pulled out of thin air (Taehyun trained him well in the art of magic).

Bro is down bad for you.

Like BAD.

His way of thinking is that he came looking for you, so he’s the one responsible for making you comfortable.

You didn’t ask for him to suddenly weasel his way into your life.

You’re not thinking this, but that’s his logic.

When you try to convince him that you’re okay with going out with him to some place where media is a potential issue, he will straight up gaslight you.

“I swear to you, it’s not a big deal. I’m okay if we go out for a while.”

“No you’re not.”

“Bro what.”

Spare him, he’s just worried about you.

Your relationship is really about compromise. You’re both willing to make sacrifices for one another, which is what makes it all work out.

That, and the buffoonery that you both initiate when there aren’t too many people to witness it.

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pink-tea · 1 year

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could you write something with sub!beomgyu who acts jealous after you spent a little bit too much time with another txt member, he gets super pouty and possessive over you and you're not sure why until it finally clicks and you make it up to him? <33 it can be short! i love ur work, thank u for feeding us in the sub!txt drought

i am happy to keep the people fed!! as proven with my most recent overspending in buying txt albums and their recent deco kit (which i can't even regret, it's so fucking cute </3), making sure they have dinner on their tables frfr, but thank you so much for the compliments!! as for jealous clingy beomgyu yesyesyesyesyesyesy-

☆ very very very suggestive but it never actually gets to smut? idk how to rate this

☆ 1967 words (whoops) (i made up for how long it took me to post with the length)

☆ jealous beomgyu, hair pulling, tiny tiny leg riding/dry humping (im starting to notice a pattern of things that i like to write bye), mean talk but it's more condescending than actually mean

beomgyu knew it wasn't right for him to feel this jealous. i mean, seriously, there's no way you'd ever look at hueningkai the same way you looked at him. but still, he can't help the way he monitors your interactions with the maknae out of the corner of his eye.

it was just the way the two of you played around so much, so touchy. always light slaps on each other's arms, giggling and laughing right in front of him, and he smiles and laughs too because he loves you both so much, but he just can't help the thoughts creeping in. what if there was something going on? maybe you liked the idea of younger, taller men-

beomgyu almost wanted to kick himself for thinking that way. you wouldn't do that to him in a million years, and huenginkai wasn't that type of person either. but still, he winces at the curl of jealousy in his stomach as the two of you play around during your friday gaming sesh.

he hadn't even noticed he was staring until you did, catching his eye and giving him such a loving, happy smile that it made his stomach do flips. how could he ever doubt you?

"you okay?" you ask lightly, tilting your head and looking so content that he couldn't help but smile back.

"i'm doing great," he replies, doing his best not to side-eye the shit out of you and one of his closest friends for the rest of the night. to his credit, you didn't seem to notice anything, only pouting and kissing him sweetly once you had to go back to your own apartment.

he loves seeing you smile, he realizes (although it really wasn't anything new) as he watches you jokingly blow him a kiss goodbye. he catches it and cheesily tucks it in into his pocket, making you giggle. he just really really doesn't like anyone else to be the reason you smile.

and everything's fine until beomgyu starts acting weird enough for it to be brought to your attention.

"you haven't come over for our gaming fridays in a while!" hueningkai complains one day, the comment meant to be light and off-handed. but it makes you pause, hand stuck midway into a box of popsicles. you were here in the boys' dorm for the first time in weeks, waiting for beomgyu to finish getting ready to go to a new boba place that opened a little while ago.

you hadn't even noticed how many gaming fridays the two of you had missed, but now that you thought about it, it's definitely been more than 4 already. beomgyu had been insisting on dates a lot more recently, going out to eat or watching a movie, or maybe just chilling and cuddling on the couch—in your apartment. you didn't even notice the way the time was flying by, more invested in your boyfriend's pretty eyes, his soft lips trailing kisses down your neck and on your collarbone, fingertips pressing into your skin as he begs you to call him yours.

"huh, yeah, i guess it has been a while," you ponder, finally pulling out a popsicle before patting huenginkai's head with your free hand. "you can count on me being here next friday," you promise, ruffling his hair and giggling at his whines and protests. so caught up in your platonic affection for the boy, you didn't even notice beomgyu until his arms were wrapped around your waist, chin plopped on your shoulder.

"i'm ready now, let's go," he huffs, words muffled into your clothes. you halt your ministrations, biting down the last of your popsicle before giving hueningkai one last smile.

"alright, be a doll and throw this away for me please! thank you-" you shove the popsicle stick in huenginkai's hand, barely able to finish your words before beomgyu is tugging you towards the door. you let out a noise of surprise, but let your boyfriend drag you to the door as you frown in confusion. hastily returning hueningkai's worried wave of goodbye before you're out, you wonder what has beomgyu so riled up.

"woah, hey, is everything alright?" you question, stumbling a bit in your attempt to keep up with his pace. his grip on your hand is tight, possessive, but there's a pout on his lips. beomgyu's the type to pout cutely, trying to appeal to you or get on your nerves, but this time he seems genuinely upset.

he doesn't answer your question, and you fall into a heavy silence as you walk down the darkening street, the warm rays of sunset making beomgyu look pretty even when he's upset. you don't say anything until you're passing by your apartment (you really didn't live far from them).

tugging on the hand the still hasn't let go, you force him to look at you, irritated and not bothering to hide the glare in your eyes as you look at him for the first time in 7 minutes.

"what the hell is up with you?" you hiss, your aggravated tone visibly making beomgyu flinch as bothered look only worsens. he looks away from you, opting to stay silent as he stares at the brick walls of your apartment complex. your patience only thins, and beomgyu yelps as you harshly shake your hand out of grip.

"look, if you're upset then we don't have to go on this date, because i have no clue why you're even mad at me for-"

"i'm not mad at you," beomgyu grumbles, holding his discarded hand close to him as he still stubbornly refuses to make eye contact with you.

"then what is it," you sigh out, exasperated.

a few more beats of silence pass by before beomgyu lets out a noise of discomfort- embarrassment. he groans and brings up a hand to mess with his mullet, "it's just...i don't like how you keep spending so much time with hueningkai" he admits, ears burning red as he stares at the floor.

you stare at him, shock and just a bit of relief flooding through you. you finally let a long, tired sigh escape you. your boyfriend wasn't mad, he was just fucking stupid.

"come on," you command, turning around and starting to walk up the stairs to your apartment. you make it up a few steps before turning around, beomgyu watching you with wide and confused eyes. your own eyes narrow at the sight.

"now."

the tone of your voice makes beomgyu startle and hastily walk up the stairs behind you. he didn't mean to get you mad, he thinks sulkily. maybe you were mad at the fact that he was jealous, mad over the fact that he had the audacity to get possessive when he obviously didn't own you.

you feel his gloom behind you as you walk up to your apartment door, but don't say anything, opting for silence. it's only when your keys jangle to open the white door that there's finally any noise, and you motion beomgyu to go inside first once it swings open. he hesitates before stepping in, hearing the door eventually close behind him as you walk in as well.

he only has a few moments to acknowledge your presence before suddenly he's gasping as the wind gets partially knocked out of him, pinned against the door.

he wants to wince at the feeling of his back crashing against the wood, but he doesn't get much time to think as your lips crash onto his. he whimpers into your mouth, lips parting open to let you have your way with him as his arms drape over your shoulders and claw at your back. one of your hands grips at his waist, the other gripping his chin in order to lead the kiss where you want.

his lips are soft and you can faintly taste the honey from his lip balm, but it's not nearly as sweet as the feeling of beomgyu melting into your body. he manages to groan out your name as you pull back, tugging at his bottom lip with your teeth in a way that has him staring back at you with a pathetic expression.

you let go and his lip falls back into place with a wet 'pop' and you take this time to properly glare down (metaphorically, the bitch is 5'11 </3) at the man.

"jealous, huh?" you scoff, making beomgyu wince as he whines at your mean tone.

"you were just being really touchy with him! always giggling and shit during our gaming fridays," he huffed, his worries finally revealed. the mention of the gaming days makes your eye physically twitch. no wonder he's been scheduling friday dates all of a sudden, this brat.

"touchy? touchy how?" you press on, voice cold as you focus on making the man squirm under you. you roughly shove your leg in between his thighs, ripping a mix between a gasp and a moan from his throat as it presses against the half-hardness of his dick. "like this?" you ask, peering dangerously close at his expression as he pouts and hesitantly shakes his head no.

"not like that? what about this?" you reach up to grab a fistful of black hair and yank beomgyu's head back, earning a soft cry as his head thunks against the wood of your door. you suck and bite harshly at the sensitive skin of his neck, feeling him squirm in your hold as you force the flesh red and irritated. beomgyu doesn't know if he should focus on the throbbing pain in his scalp or on the way he's steadily getting turned on by your aggressiveness.

"probably not, huh," you comment, releasing his hair to softly grab at his chin again. his eyes are barely focused, and you almost want to coo at the pretty sight of his dazed look and spit covered lips. you fucking adored beomgyu, it almost offended you that he thought you'd be looking at other guys.

"still think i'd touch hueningkai like this? think i'd like having him here instead of you?" you ask harshly, seeing beomgyu wince as he tried to shake his head no despite the grasp you have on his hair. his vision starts to get blurry, and he realizes that his eyes have started to water up, but either you don't notice or don't care enough to stop talking.

"you've got some nerve to be accusing me of looking at other people the way i look at you, choi beomgyu," you scold, releasing his hair in order to grab his chin again and tilt his head up to look at you properly. "couldn't look at anyone else even if i tried, so fucking pretty that it hurts my feelings sometimes," you simper, attempting to sweet talk but it only makes beomgyu feel like he owes you an apology even more.

"m' sorry," he mumbles, head drooping in shame. you almost laugh at the sight, sighing affectionately before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. beomgyu stills against your lips before crumbling at the affection, body melting against yours before he's gasping into your mouth. you can feel the way his back arches and his body presses into you, your knee pressing harshly against his clothed dick.

"it's ok, you know how to make it up to me," you smile, beomgyu's hair tickling your cheek as his head falls forward onto your shoulder. his hips slowly start to rock against your leg, precum staining his boxers at the friction—at the feeling of your body caging him in. you grab the arch of his back, roughly forcing his hips harder into you as he cries out your name against your neck.

guess you'd just have to reschedule your date for later.

#sub txt #sub idol #sub beomgyu #sub choi beomgyu #dom reader #choi beomgyu x reader #txt smut #kpop smut #pinktea asks #got a little carried away #gn reader

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⚝ what can a bartender do?

Drunk Choi Yeonjun finds himself attracted to a specific bartender, what happens when they give in though? tw- drinking, making out, bartender!reader, kinda red flag yj(?), first time writing in 2nd person (you prns used)

It was a coincidence when you and yeonjun first met at the bar, you had just joined in as a bartender- the very first day on this job, Choi yeonjun- their loaded and a regular customer came in.

“Oh? what’s a new face doing here?” he asks taking a seat in front of you, eyes darting inspecting every inch of your body.

“Sir, yeonjun! Glad to see you here, this is our new employee- yn ln; don’t worry too much about it, I’ll send in your regular bartender!” your manager standing along with other employees spoke with a sickeningly sweet tone. Seems like this yeonjun was a big deal.

Yeonjun's eyes remained fixed on you, seemingly uninterested in the replacement. The silence stretched as he pondered for a second too long, making you feel smaller under his scrutinizing gaze. Finally, he let out a sigh before replying.

“no need, let’s see what pretty face here can do tonight” he said, a mischievous smirk latching onto his face

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you approached him with a professional smile. "What can I get you, Mr. Yeonjun?" you asked, your voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through you.

Yeonjun leaned back against the bar, his gaze never leaving yours. "Surprise me," he replied, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Undeterred, you concocted a cocktail, carefully selecting ingredients that ypu thought would match his usual preferences. Placing the drink in front of him, you awaited his verdict.

He eyed the drink for a moment before lifting it to take a sip. A subtle smile curved his lips, and he nodded in approval. "Not bad, Y/N. Maybe you're not just a pretty face after all," he remarked, a playful edge in his voice.

As the night wore on, Yeonjun found himself on the tipsier side of intoxication. His usual charismatic charm had given way to a more carefree demeanor, and it was evident that he had reached his limit. Concerned for his well-being, you decided it to guide him to a more private and comfortable space.

"Yeonjun-ssi, I think it's best if you take a break in one of our private rooms. It'll be quieter, and you can relax there," you suggested, offering him a steadying hand.

With a lopsided grin, Yeonjun agreed, allowing you to lead him to one of the bar's secluded rooms. The door closed behind you, muffling the sounds of the lively bar. The room was dimly lit, with a soft ambiance that contrasted with the bustling energy outside.

"Wait here for a moment, Yeonjun-ssi. I'll make sure you have everything you need," you said, moving around the room to diming the lighting and make it cozier. There was a small couch against one wall, adorned with plush cushions, providing a comfortable spot for Yeonjun.

As you turned to check on him, you found Yeonjun lounging on the couch, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What's the occasion, yn? Bringing me to a private room... feels a bit intimate, don't you think?" he teased, a playful smirk on his lips.

You chuckled, trying to maintain professionalism, "Just making sure you're comfortable, Yeonjun-ssi. Is there anything specific you need?"

Yeonjun's gaze lingered on you, his expression shifting to a more sincere one. "Just your company would be perfect, yn."

As you moved about the room, adjusting the ambiance, Yeonjun decided to stretch out, his gaze following your every move. Just as you were about to turn away, the unexpected weight of Yeonjun's intoxicated state took you by surprise. Unprepared for the sudden burden, you stumbled backward, arms flailing.

With a quick reflex, Yeonjun smoothly caught you, his hands gripping your shoulders. The room seemed to spin for a moment as you found yourself pressed against the wall. Yeonjun's strong presence enveloped you, and you could feel the warmth of his touch on your skin.

"Careful there, yn," he chuckled, the playful glint returning to his eyes. However, something shifted between you two in that fleeting moment – something unspoken lingered in the air.

As you regained your balance, there was a palpable tension, a silent acknowledgment of the closeness that had unexpectedly blossomed. Yeonjun, with a smirk, let his hands linger on your shoulders for a moment longer than necessary. The air crackled with a subtle energy as his gaze bore into yours.

In that charged moment, Yeonjun's expression changed, and his playful demeanor gave way to something more intense. Almost instinctively, he brought both hands to the wall on either side of your face, effectively trapping you.

The sudden closeness made your breath hitch, and as you looked up at him, something flickered between you two. The dim light cast a shadow over his features, accentuating the mystery in his eyes. Yeonjun, almost imperceptibly, leaned in, the distance between your lips narrowing.

However, you halted him with a hand placed gently on his chest, eyes averted. The playful atmosphere shifted to one of unspoken tension. "Yeonjun-ssi," you murmured, the vulnerability in your voice contrasting with the charged air. The moment hung suspended a delicate distance between desire and restraint.

Yet here you were, lost in the warmth of his kisses, the very person you had resisted just a few weeks ago. How did you find yourself entangled in his embrace? The questions lingered, but in the heat of the moment, you dared not challenge the allure that Choi Yeonjun had cast upon you.

With every harsh pull of his lips against yours, the firm yet tender pull of your waist into his embrace, and the low, appreciative groans that escaped him with every tug on his hair, you let him get you more and more. None of it made sense and perhaps, you didn’t want it to make sense either.

Maybe just for this night, you’d let yourself have him.

“please..” he pleaded, as you moved along his jaw, littering kisses all over him, devouring him whole.

You continued to trail kisses along his jawline, savoring the taste of the forbidden moment. The air crackled with tension, desire woven into the fabric of the dimly lit room. His half-lidded eyes and slightly parted lips begged for more.

"What are you pleading for, Yeonjun?" you asked, pulling back for a moment to lock eyes with him. His gaze, intense and filled with a mixture of emotions, met yours with a raw honesty that struck a chord within you.

His response came as a breathy exhale, a plea wrapped in the simplicity of his request. "Mm, dunno. Please, just continue."

And that you did.