Tomorrow x Together x Reader

Beomgyu: Game night (smut)

Beomgyu was deep into his game, fingers flying across the controller as he sat in front of his computer, head slightly tilted with concentration. Jeongin and Heeseung's voices rang through his headset, their banter making the intense gaming session feel more alive.

"Bro, cover me, I'm going in!" Jeongin's voice echoed as he stormed the virtual battlefield.

"On it," Beomgyu muttered, eyes focused on the screen.

Everything was going smoothly until he noticed something at the corner of his vision—a slight movement. He glanced down, and there was Y/N, sneaking her way into the room on all fours, clearly trying not to get caught. He raised an eyebrow at her, half-amused, half-annoyed.

"What the hell is she up to?" he thought, his grip on the controller tightening.

Heeseung's voice crackled through his headset. "Beomgyu, you good? You spaced out for a second."

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine," Beomgyu replied, eyes darting back to the screen. "Let's keep going."

Meanwhile, Y/N had reached his desk and was now beneath it, completely out of view from the camera. She clearly had something sneaky planned, and Beomgyu had a bad—yet exciting—feeling about it. He tried to focus, but the proximity of Y/N was distracting. He heard a soft shuffle and then felt her hand brush against his thigh, sending a spark through his body.
Beomgyu stiffened but quickly bit the inside of his cheek to stop any reaction.

"Beomgyu?" Jeongin's voice came through again, sounding suspicious. "You're being weird, man. Are you lagging or something?"

"No," Beomgyu cleared his throat, shifting slightly in his seat. "I'm fine. Just... focus on the game."

But he wasn't fine. Y/N's hand was still on him, and her fingers began to rub his thigh with a deliberate slowness that made it nearly impossible to focus. His jaw tightened as she got bolder, her fingers trailing up until they reached the growing bulge in his joggers.
A smirk tugged at Y/N's lips as she felt Beomgyu tense. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Beomgyu's fingers faltered on the controller as he tried to suppress a groan, his body betraying him. He shifted in his chair, desperately trying to play it cool. His friends didn't need to know what was happening under his desk.
Y/N, pleased with his reaction, continued her ministrations, her fingers brushing over his bulge with a little more pressure. Beomgyu's breathing became heavier, but he tried to mask it with the noise of the game.

"Are you sure you're good?" Heeseung asked again. "You sound... off."

"Yeah, man. Chill," Beomgyu snapped, trying to shake off their suspicions. "Just focus on the objective."

But just as he thought he had regained control, Y/N hooked her fingers under the waistband of his joggers, slowly pulling them down. His eyes widened slightly, but he kept his face neutral, staring straight ahead at the game as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
Y/N's fingers were soft, teasing him even more as they ghosted over his now exposed skin. She wasted no time, rubbing him properly now, her hand wrapping around him with expertise. Beomgyu's entire body tensed, and his muscles flexed underneath his clothes as he fought to maintain his composure.
Y/N, enjoying his struggle, leaned in closer. She gave one last teasing glance up at him before her lips replaced her hand. Her mouth was warm, her tongue working wonders as it slid over him.
Beomgyu's hands fumbled over the controller. His fingers, which were once precise and steady, now moved clumsily as he fought back the urge to let out a noise. He leaned forward, trying to hide the tension in his body, but he couldn't stop the quiet groan that slipped out.

"Beomgyu, bro, are you sure you're okay?" Jeongin's voice now had a hint of laughter behind it. "You sound like you're... distracted."

Beomgyu cleared his throat again, coughing to mask his groan. "I'm good, I'm good. Just... shut up and play."