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Everything on here is from my tumblr @bb-eilish
this is mostly SMUT with she/her pronouns.
I will continue to add to this 💗
Every girl group fic will be gxg, but currently it's mainly txt. But I write for:
BTS
STRAY KIDS
RED V...
A/N; Just a heads up, i know i do fem readers a lot but i also do GN so when my requests are back open if you want a gn fic lemme know!
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He laughs harder at the look on your face as you get closer to the bathrooms, still giggling he says, "I'm gonna be right back. Stay here".
You purse your lips until you giggle too. There's a bench directly to your left and you go to set everything down, sitting after. People of all shapes and sizes walk down the large hallway as you sit and wait. Soon, the unexpected tap on your shoulder has you whipping your head to the side.
A man stands there, he wears sunglasses—indoors, and carries a flirtatious smile. You're immediately not interested, "Can I help you?".
His expression is smug and it gets on your nerves straight from the start. Other men just aren't as good as Beomgyu.
"I see you're sitting here alone. Need some company?" He says before taking a seat WAY too close to you. You hold back the sound of disgust and laugh nervously. "I'm okay". You scoot away from him but it only seems to egg him on as he scoots closer.
"Listen dude, can you fuck off? I'm not interested" You huff at him, his smile drops and his mouth opens ready to say something.
"Listen, you bi-"
"Can I help you?" You hear, Beomgyu stands to your right with an, incredibly, intimidating look on his face. His jaw is clenched as well as his fists. Just like when you met him—his hair falls infront of his eyes and it fully catches your attention again. You don't even look towards the other dude, completely forgetting about him and the interaction all together.
Beomgyu huffs out a breath and just like before, you want to jump his bones. Your underwear sticks to you uncomfortably and you wish you could ask him to help you out. His shoulders drop slowly and he grabs your wrist, yanking you up and through the dispersing crowd. His grip on you is warm and you yearn to feel the same heat other places. You trip over your feet a few times before he lets go of you in the parking lot.
"Give me your keys" His deep voice almost startles you, rummaging through your purse you finally find it and give it to him. Unlocking your car, he politely opens the passenger door for you before rounding the front of the vehicle and hopping in the drivers seat.
"Are you okay?" You ask in a small voice, you stare at him wide eyed and a bit afraid. He looks ahead while his, large, hands grip your steering wheel tightly. The veins in them popping out, deliciously.
