content: vampire!beomgyu x gn!human!reader established relationship, biting & blood drinking, sleepy!reader, insinuating/mentioning sex, bite induced euphoria is compared to drugs, he a good bf tho 18+
“Baby,” Beomgyu's murmuring, petting your hair as you groan. “Tsch, c'mon, it's almost six,” he says.
Six P.M, 18:00... you'd never had great sleeping habits in the first place, and having a boyfriend who barely needs any rest and gets crazy fatigue from ten minutes in the sun doesn't help, so this is pretty much the norm these days; you stay up all night with him, ignore him when he tells you you still need to sleep, and end up crashing til sunset.
“’s it dark out?” You stretch your body and shift your body toward him, keeping your eyes clamped shut against the lamp he must have just turned on.
“No,” Beomgyu says as he watches you press your palms over sleepy eyes before finally looking back at him. “There you are.” He smiles.
He looks... tired — but not like the rare times when he needs to sleep; his eyes look darker in colour than normal, focused on your face without the usual roaming this way and that. His smooth skin is pale in stark contrast to the navy hoodie he has on. Your own hazy mind needs another moment to calibrate before you can figure it out, but when you do, your face scrunches up lightly in concern. “Hungry.” You state. He nods.
You hold his eye contact. “Urgent?”
Beomgyu shakes his head. “It's not urgent.” A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “But I was kinda hoping...”
He doesn't even need to say it — you're shoving the wool blanket off your body, turning onto your back to wait, making him laugh at your eager reaction.
You tug at the loose neckline of the tee you wore for your ‘nap’ and make sure nothing's obscuring your neck area before looking back to Beomgyu, who hasn't made any move to come closer yet. You bite your cheek at his amused stare. “Come on,” you mumble. Beomgyu nods and before you can blink he's over you, knees on either side of your thighs and his face not far above yours. He's quiet, focused and purposeful as he moves, brushes his nose over yours, and swiftly comes downward to kiss the center of your throat.
Your heart's already going pretty fast, and you know he heard it before you even realized it. “Calm down,” he says.
“I'm all good,” you breathe, shutting your eyes to take a steady breath and prepare, feeling his lips glide over the exposed skin at the top of your chest and his fingers run over your wrist. His lips lift from your skin, and... nothing?
You scrunch up your face a bit, and Beomgyu chuckles softly, prompting you to open your eyes again to see him leaning up, watching you.
“You're too excited,” he says teasingly. “Becoming an endorphin addict?”
“No.” You immediately deny. “Maybe I just like you.”
“Your heart doesn't even do all this when we have sex,” he points out.
“Sex is way less crazy than—”
“Stop arguing,” he grins, white fangs drawing your eyes to snap to the sight. “You know I want you calm when we do this. Remember the first time?”
“...yeah.” You feel your cheeks heat up at the memory. “That wasn't my fault. My body overreacted.”
“Right.” Beomgyu holds your wrist and kisses your knuckles. “Just focus, ’kay?”
“Yeah.”
You let your eyelids fall shut once more and fill your lungs slowly, counting seconds mentally between each breath. Beomgyu's lips travel across your inner wrist. 1, 2, 3, exhale, 1, 2, 3...
It's only a split second between his teeth piercing your skin and the beginning of that familiar distinct feeling flowing through your arm, and you let out a soft sigh when you feel it, almost a moan. Temporary puncture wounds are numbed before your human body has the chance to notice them, and the faint effects of his saliva interacting with your body have you pretty much slack in his grasp.
It's slower than if he went with your neck, somewhere closer to your heart, but it's enough for you. It spreads as he takes from your wrist, a natural toxin to keep his prey — or, you — where he needs it. And, damn, it's already good. You've had it a dozen or so times by now since he started taking little drinks from you, and you couldn't imagine any drug comparing to this — this otherworldly sensation. Beomgyu's already removing himself from your veins when it hits you properly, running his tongue over the holes to help them heal up. You can feel his eyes on you without looking.
He's soon off of you, back to lounging by your side, his soft voice right your ear, “Thank you, lovely,” he hums. His hand finds your waist and pulls you onto your side to face him, and you tuck your face into his chest to breathe him in while you rest in your afterglow. It feels like you could fall right back asleep like this.
“We'll get you some dinner— breakfast, in a minute,” Beomgyu says as he caresses your arm. “Stay with me.”
You laugh quietly at this. “Mhm.” You push your body tight against. “Y’could take more,” you say, words meshing together. Beomgyu snorts and rolls away from you. ”Absolutely not.”
You reach for his retreating form and pull your eyes open, met with his now standing form suddenly already across the room in the doorway.
“I don't think you can handle more physical... stimulation right now.” A smirk tugs at his lips. You roll your eyes weakly and blink a long blink before pushing yourself up on your hands to crawl to the edge of the bed. You swing your legs over the side but you don't stand up, you only look up at Beomgyu, with pleading, hooded eyes. He's in front of you in a heartbeat. He tsks and takes you in his arms. “Lazy.”
— A/N: and what if i want to write more of him...?
summary: 5 yeonjun, 4 soobin, 9 beomgyu, 6 taehyun, 3 hueningkai, 4 multiple members x reader fics + rambles. majority will contain 18+ content (mdni) & afab!reader
✩ choi yeonjun ✩
love fool | 10.6k - @koqabear - (established relationship, based on jungkook's seven mv) absolutely in love with this stupid dramatic loverboy yeonjun. he's so pabo. my poor heart was aching at every mention of his pout or him being teary eyed 🥺 junnie just wanted his gf back so bad 😭 this made me realise i truly do like my men a lil pathetic :D (the begging and mindless babbling was *chef's kiss*) i can't listen to seven without thinking about this fic
fox hybrid!yeonjun x bunny hybrid!reader | 1.9k - @koqabear - (dom!yj x sub!reader) the ache in my nether regions after reading this 🤤 he fucked reader soooooo good
GOODBYE KISSES | 1.1k - @wooyukh - (established relationship, sickeningly sweet) i love clingly loverboy jun with all my heart🥹 he's so unashamed about his loving nature. i love when tubas are a lil meddling friend group
my girl | 6.1k - @taegimood - (f2l, inexperienced!reader) all those pet names had me fucking blushing and kicking my feet. reader was so incredibly flustered...i fear that's exactly how i'd be around jjun. he's so hot the way he fucked her so good and made her feel so wanted
feminization | 0.4k - @lucidwntrr - (yeonjun noona~ heh) i need more noona/unnie yeonjun content in this world. he's so fucking prettyyy🫠 the shyness while absolutely getting off on it is so fucking peak
✩ choi soobin ✩
playing in the garden with bunny!soobin | 3.3k - @saturnsfae - (bunny hybrid!soobin x bunny hybrid!reader) IN THE FUCKING DIRT?!?!? 🫨 rest in peace that flower garden. this was so soft and loving and deep and fucking primal. i started losing my shit the moment soobin started mentioning the other members. i need to know if they're poly or close friends for reader to react so heavily🙏
P!Nk LEASH | 3k - @gyuuchuuu - (bull dog hybrid!soobin x herding dog hybrid reader) you can rip out the lame shy loser!soobin x hot pink confident popular!reader trope out of my cold dead hands 😌😌
bunny hybrid!soobin | 2.1k - @taegimood - (bunny hybrid!soobin that is perfect for me) literally perfectly depicted soobin as a bunny hybrid. all fucked out with an oral fixation and loyalty to his girl mmhmmm~ 🤤
scared of the dark? | 5.1k - @dearjiwon - (ghost face!soobin) the description of how he was so deliciously fucking into reader had me salivating 😮💨 the switch between how dominating and scary soobin was to the pleading when reader took the reigns hehe
✩ choi beomgyu ✩
Camera Shy | 14.4k - @koqabear - (camboy!beomgyu, f2l) the fucking tattoo THE TATTTOOOO. i love that he already liked her so much and thoughts about her during his streams heh. i fucking loved the scene when they both find out: her freaking out & apologising, meanwhile he's trying so hard not to fuck her. his commanding aura ARUGH. i love how during their stream she was getting more and more into it. i was drooling so bad throughout this 🤤 i can't get enough of him, i'm greedy and i wish there was more
Muted Desires | 24.4k - @filmsbyun - (gryffindor!beomgyu x slytherin!reader, yearning) i absolutely love the depth given to this man. i haven't read enough beommie fics where he's characterised as how i see him irl. the amount of ache and yearning i felt. the amount of intense intimacy. i loved the part when they finally got together, it hit soooo good. i hope those two are happy and living their best lil lives together. it is so incredibly tender. my absolute fav gyu fic!!!
Snowbound Affairs | 22.4k - @filmsbyun - (s2f2l, yearning) ANOTHER YEARNER BEOMGYU MMMHMM SCRUMPTIOUS i love how he's depicted with such emotional depth. that boy was immediately down bad and devoted to reader
bubble gum flavored | 6k - @biteyoubiteme (camgirl au) - i'm a bit way into camboy/girl aus....i'm obsessed with how obsessed beomiebear is with her. sweet lil beomiebear who is ready to do anything for reader~ 😚
beomgyu makes you think twice about condoms | 0.6k - @saturnsfae - (dom!beomgyu) teasing someone by actually wearing a condom is crazy. this man is such a fucking tease omfdfjkgb 🫠😮💨🤤
peach cream | 16k - @beomiracles - (grumpy peach!beomgyu x sunshine little apricot!reader) the bruising on him like on peaches and the environment around his place reflecting him rotting :(( then he finally finds solace in apricot 😭 them going from friends to lovers AHHHHHHHH
newfound discoveries | 6.8k - @fairyofshampgyu - (roomate!beomgyu x dom!reader) all i can say is he's so fucking perverted and pathetic and perfect 🥰
pretty boy | 3.9k - @gyuzies - (sub pathetic pretty boy!beomgyu x down bad!reader) this truly represented me cuz beommie is THAT pretty. the body worship and praise is exactly what my pretty boy deserves 😌
loving you quietly | 12.4k - @koqabear (f2l, they're both idiots) my dumbass was trying to find this fic to put it on the list but i couldn't remember the name or author....OF COURSE IT WAS THE KOQABEAR AGAIN... their make up & confession had my chest all tight and feeling fuzzy 🥺🥺
✩ kang taehyun ✩
Pretty Privilege (and its complications…) | 9.6k - @koqabear - (lifeguard!taehyun x bimbo fem!reader, established relationship, public sex heh) genuinely a bit too obssessed with this. my ditzy self really enjoys when reader is depicted as oblivious/bimbo so much. quite literally my favourite taehyun smut fic cuz HAHAHAHA he's so scrumptious i cannot. he's so fucking hot and the way they're sooooo into one other in a way that makes me jealous and flustered. their tension is so fucking palpable i reread and think about this fic so often. i like this fic too much cuz i accidentally baited koqa into writing an addition to this fic lmaooo (hi! that was meeee). the continuation: all mine. thoughts on all mine posted here!
test your luck | 19k - @koqabear - (s2l, really realy fucking hot!taehyun, weed plays a big role) the tension building 🤌 the smut scene 🤌 another koqabear tyun masterpiece 🤌 i already gave my mini thoughts/review here!!
love language taehyun | 3.3k - @lovesickchoi - (devoted taehyun, established relationship, acts of service) this was soooo incredibly domestic. it is exactly how i envision taehyun as partner: loving, caring, devoted & doing everything for you. as someone who struggles with accepting love and expressing it, i genuinely felt so loved and cared for while reading this 🥹
alpha!taehyun x fem omega!reader (pt.1: the first encounter | 2.5k) (pt.2: the first date | 6.4k) (pt.3: the first time | 11.2k) (pt.4: the first confession | 11.7k) (pt.5 - the first forever finale I | 18k) (pt.6 - the first forever finale II | 10.8k) total wc: 60.6k - @saccharinezennie (scrumptious perfect lover in every way alpha!taehyun x omega!reader) i waited for the finale to release just so i could post this fic rec list. this is THEEEE fic series that made me so unhealthly obssessed with taehyun. he is so fucking delectable in this🤤 thoughts on the series are here!! (hi~ that was me :3)
ginger snap | 7.9k - @hyukascampfire - (gingerbread!taehyun x frosty puff!reader) him guiding reader into grinding on his thigh AHHH. the disapproval of hanging out with tyun to reader being absolutely tamed by him. their cum being fucking frosting and marshmallow. the brat taming was soooo good. he's so mean here...i'm not used to it but damn am i here for it 😌😏
switch taehyun | 2.7k - @lucidwntrr - (switch tyun, vibrator use) the immediate grinding & making out got to me so quickly. cuffs AND a vibrator on his dick!?!? tyun being too embarrassed and shy to admit he enjoyed it *chef's kiss*😘
✩ huening kai ✩
making out with bsf kai | 2k - @delugyu - (bestfriend!huening kai) obsessed with how touchy he is and how he really thinks he's doing nothing wrong. this never fails to get me riled up and red in the face 🫠
love language file: hueningkai | 2.5k - @lovesickchoi - (physical touch, silent treatment) OH MY LIL HEART WAS ACHINGGGGGGGGG. he was so tentative and clearly cares so much about their relationship. slowly building their way back to each other 🥺😭
huening's (very much) real girlfriend | 10.7k - @overtheggum - (perfect lil pookie hyuka) i cracked up so many times and was drowning in fluff. i actually need to put him in my pocket and smother him with kisses 🥰
✩ txt - multiple members ✩
look at him | 5.4k - @yawngnab - (bf!yeonjun x reader x soobin) bruh, dom yeonjun commanding reader to talk about the fics had me shiveringggg. him talking about how reader likes it to soobin like she isn't right there 🫠🫠
just keep watching | 7k - @gyuzies - (dom bf!taehyun x reader x beomgyu) perfectly pussy drunk obsessed beomgyu 🤌 tyun taking charge over BOTH of them?!?! them making out had my legs shaking. i wish people wrote more mxm content in their threesome fics *sigh*
our dracula | 4k - @dr-solomon - (bf!jun x reader x taehyun) the arrangement they have good lord 😮💨
blood in the water, everyone wants her | 3.8k + part 2 | 3.8k - @dr-solomon - (dom!ot5 x reader) such a delectable concept and having all five of them 🤤
buntanteen note: hi guys!!! i haven't made a post in so long >.< i had so much nostalgia while drafting this. pls let me know of any issues (some of the links refuse to open in the app for me and idk how to fix it :/) anyways, this isn't a grand return and i have no plans to change this svt account + post anything else. i just wanted a spot for my fav txt fics and to praise these writers. a bunch of these i reread when i need...uh um *ahem* inspo...(hehe) i hope moas and the writers enjoy this list + my rambles <3 mwah, everyone reading pls take care!!!
“i-i’m serious…” he stutters unseriously, his body already close to giving in as his eyes flutter and his breathing starts to get heavy. just the ghost of your lips moving against his has him weak. maybe it’s the fever that’s clouding his mind, not able to control the rational part that’s telling him this won’t end well.
fem!reader x hueningkai, sick hueningkai, handjob, begging, slight overstimulation, biting, lots of sniffling
“baby,”
you turn away from the bathroom, mirror, pausing on your makeup, to acknowledge the small voice that was behind you. you find hueningkai standing there, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
“i don’t think i’m going to go out tonight, i-is that okay?” he whispers, looking down at the floor as he speaks. his grip on the blanket tightens as he burrows himself deeper into it and hangs his head down.
“of course that’s okay. why wouldn’t it be,” you put down your lip gloss and walk up to kai who backs away as you get closer, making you falter in your steps and ask, “what’s wrong?”
“i think i’m a little sick,” he mumbles with a sniffle, finally looking up at you. his nose is red, his eyes are watery, and his face is flushed and sweaty. and now that he said something, his voice did have a nasally tone to it. “probably got it from work or something…”
you hum, slowly walking up to him again and raising your hand to press it against his forehead, he was burning. he doesn’t shy away and embraces the touch, sighing and closing his eyes as he presses his hot skin against your cold hand.
“is there anything i can do to help, want some tea?” you ask, dropping your hand to caress the side of his face and rubbing your thumb against his pink cheek. he timidly nods his head and smiles.
“’mkay, well you lie back down and i’ll make that for you.” you pat his face gently and press a small kiss to his forehead before sending him off. he hums before making his way to bed, coughing as he walks down the hall.
you remove the little makeup you had on your face before making the tea, deciding on staying home with kai instead of leaving him alone. once the hot drink is made, you walk into the bedroom and see kai sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard, legs crossed.
his head was tilted back and he turns to look at you when you walk in, perking up at the promise of something to soothe his sore throat. he takes the mug into his hands as you murmur a, “careful, hot.” before taking a sip with a moan.
“that’s good,” he breaths, taking another sip. you smile, plopping in front of him on the bed and running your fingers through his hair. “i still don’t know how i got sick, i think it might be a cold.”
“could be but it doesn’t matter,” you shrug, leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. thinking back, it should have been obvious that he wasn’t feeling well. he kept complaining that is was freezing, despite the ac being off and he slept the whole day away. how could you have missed it? “i’ll take care of you.”
“i appreciate it.” he smiles, but it quickly drops when you reach behind you and present the cough syrup that you also brought from the kitchen. kai’s least favorite thing to consume.
“wait-“ he says as you crack it open and pour some of the syrup into the cap, his eyes of pure disgust watching as you fill it to the top. “can’t i take medicine later, you know … much later?” he tries to negotiate.
“too late,” you quip and shove the cap at him. he takes it with a sideways glance when you give him a stern look, bringing it to his lips and pausing and shaking his head rapidly.
“but it tastes so bad,” he complains with a pout, his whiny and congested voice so adorable to you. he looks at you pleadingly, sniffling as he does which makes you laugh.
“but it’ll help,” you rebutted while nudging the cap and kai just huffs knowing that he won’t win this argument. “come on, for me~” you coo, sliding a hand up and down the skin of his thigh.
kai bristles before he plugs his nose, shakily bringing the liquid to his lips and downing it in one go. his eyes scrunch up in disgusts and he shivers when he gets a hint of the aftertaste. grape. he smacks his lips before hurriedly drinking some tea to wash down and replace the horrid flavor.
“good job,” you praise him, taking the empty cups and placing them on the beside. you don’t miss the way hueningkai blushes and drops his gaze down to his lap.
you take ahold of his chin and lift his head back up, hueningkai looks at you with big, watery eyes. you peer at his lips that were wet with tea and lean in to kiss him, just to get a taste.
“hey i-“ hueningkai starts, leaning back and flushing in embarrassment when you raise an eyebrow at him. “i don’t think you should kiss me right now.” he finishes, moving his head to release a tiny cough after, his body making a point.
there was a risk of you getting sick of course, but you already kissed him twice earlier, so what’s the harm in another? and you voice that to kai who sensibly says,
“it’s not the same, kissing on mouth means swapping saliva and that’s where all the actual germs are.” you sigh, knowing you can’t fight science and cross your arms in faux anger, turning your head away from him. hueningkai laughs while shaking your shoulder, “i just don’t want to get you sick.”
you shrug him off and turn back to look at a smiling kai. his pink face and plump lips, mussed hair and pretty eyes were pulling you in. he teases you further, “i can give you an air kiss?” bringing a hand to his pursed lips.
you climb into his lap and straddle him, leaning in close enough to where your lips brush when you whisper, “i don’t want an air kiss.”
“i-i’m serious…” he stutters unseriously, his body already close to giving in as his eyes flutter and his breathing starts to get heavy. just the ghost of your lips moving against his has him weak. maybe it’s the fever that’s clouding his mind, not able to control the rational part that’s telling him this won’t end well.
“just one, hm?” you bargain, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your fingers behind him, his head automatically tilting back. his lips parting and his tongue peaks out to lick your bottom lip.
he nods, dumbly repeating your words as your lips touch. he softly moans, leaning forward and letting the blanket slip down his shoulders as he wraps his warm arms around your waist.
you could’ve gotten away with more, leaning in for another after taking a breath, before getting interrupted by kai sneezing. a contained sneeze that brings him out it and he leans back as far as he can while being trapped in your hold.
“you only said one,” he accuses and dodges any attempt you make to kiss him again. “why are you still trying to kiss me?” he laughs.
“come on, i don’t care if i get sick.” you frustratedly huff.
“well, i do.” he responds with a sniffle, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and turning his head in defiance.
“we’re already this close though,” you murmur, pressing closer against his heated body and letting your breasts push against his chest. “i’m probably already sick.” hueningkai swallows, squeezing his eyes shut, his fingers drumming against your waist. he wants to resist the temptation, but he’s not exactly sure if he can. he just wants to protect you from his sickness, why were doing this to him?
you take the chance and lean in and kiss his neck, being sure to make it wet and slide your tongue up the length. he groans in response, a rush of heat spreading through him despite it being cold. you leave another one, closer to his ear where he’s pretty sensitive.
at the same time you take your hands that were around him and drag them down to massage his shoulders that were tense, caressing the achy muscles under his white t-shirt.
“mmph,” he quietly moans, his hands gripping your sides. “feels good…” he whispers, his bottom lip popping from between his teeth.
“yeah?” you coo into his ear, licking around it and moving your hands down to his chest. gently gliding your hands along his body as he trembles under your touch.
“yeah…” he repeats, something he does often when he’s slipping. his brain too fogged to form words himself, feeding off whatever you give say and regurgitating it back.
“let me make it feel even better,” you offer, running one of your hands down lower and lower, leaning back to reach the spot you wanted.
“h-how do you plan to… ngh-“ his voice trails off as you place your hand over his hard-on that hueningkai wasn’t even sure when he got. he leans his head back and shuts his eyes, his lips parted as he pants.
you unbutton the front of his pajama pants, and pull out his throbbing cock. you tease him, slapping the wet tip against his exposed tummy. “you’re so hard baby, already leaking too” swirling a finger around the wet tip.
“s-so hard, so hard for you…” he breathily moans with a sniffle, his eyebrows screwing together and hips twitching with each hit to his stomach. he gasps with a whimper when you start to stroke him, licking a strip on your hand before doing so.
one of his hands drop from your waist and fumbles to find your free one, taking it and squeezing them together. his fingers twitching against you on every upstroke, his moans getting progressively louder.
“mmph, b-baby…” he whines when you brush against the tip.
“yes,” you respond as you lean in close to him, he lowers his head, his sweaty strands brushing against your forehead.
“it feels so good,” he breaths against your mouth. peering his eyes open and looking at you, stars shining in his pupils. “please don’t stop.” he desperately pleads. you weren’t planning on it, but even if you were, how could you deny that?
he leans in to kiss you, eagerly sliding his mouth in place with yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth. moaning as they twirl around each other, a fresh stream of precum running down your hand while doing so. you take it and use it to rub just the tip of kai’s sensitive cock. just small circles around it and causing him to inhale sharply, breaking the kiss, and drop his head to your shoulder.
“pleasepleaseplease - not just the tip,” he begs, his hips wanting to jerk away but unable to as you were sat on his legs. his hand on your waist gripping onto you tightly. “s-sensitive, please…” he shakily whines, fresh tears springing to his eyes.
you decide to be easy on him, not wanting to push him too much since he was sick, despite how delicious his begging sounded. you stroke him normally and he heavily sighs, bringing his head from your shoulder.
“thank you, thank you,” he whimpers, licking his bottom lip and flickering his eyes to yours. “kiss me again, please?”
“so much kissing for being so worried about me getting sick,” you mock him, kissing him before he can respond. his argument gets lost as he melts into the kiss, his body going lax at the feeling of your lips on his.
he whimpers and mewls into the kiss, little praises directed at you between each one. “i love it, i love your lips, i love you…” and you appreciate them, but each one got louder to point he was shouting as you twist your hand on his cock and you had to shush him.
“so loud baby,” you admonish, biting on his bottom lip and he keens. his eyes rolling back as you speed up, choking on a moan. his hips kick up, wanting to thrust into your hand from where he sat. “i know, i’m sorry,” his hushed moans pour into your mouth.
“it’s just so good,” he brokenly moans, his voice cracking as he sniffles. you hum, and press kisses around his mouth, purposely avoiding his lips. moving down his neck and biting him rather hard.
he shouts, his hand trembles against your waist and his body tenses, “i-i think i’m gonna cum.”
“gonna cum all over my hand?” you murmur as you swirl your tongue around the bite, sucking on the skin and leaving behind a tiny mark, just one so he can remember this.
“yes please let me cum all over, please don’t stop-” he wantonly moans, he doesn’t care that you just told him he was being too loud. he couldn’t stop the constant sounds that slipped past his slick lips.
you briefly let go of his hand, skimming your hand to his shirt and lifting it up to his mouth. he takes it, slipping the clothe between his teeth with a muffled moan, his glistening eyes needily staring at you.
taking hold of his hand, you lean down and press a simple kiss to his perked nipples, barely grazing your tongue against it. hueningkai’s grip on your hand instantly tightens, his cock widely twitching in your hand as he stiffens.
you can’t perfectly make out what he says behind the shirt, but it sounds like a mixture of moans and “ohmygodohmygodohmygod-” as he cums over your hand. continuous strings of hot cum shoot out as hueningkai’s back arches into it, completely blissed out.
you stroke him through it, getting every last drop until he starts to convulse under you, dropping the wet, drool-stained shirt from his mouth to breath out, “no more please, s-sensitive…” that’s when you stop and he showers you in thank you’s.
“how do you feel,” you ask once his breathing is steady, squeezing his hand gently that was still holding yours tightly. he lets go and apologizes, opening his teary eyes.
“so much better,” he dopily says as his eyes start to slip back shut. “’m so sleepy now…” he whispers, resting his head on your shoulder with a content sigh.
you laugh, pushing him back and moving to wipe your hand and hand him the lukewarm tea for him to take sip. he gives it back and lays down, huddling back into his blanket.
he sniffles, rubbing his nose before saying, “if you get sick, you can’t blame me.” he shuts his eyes after saying that, blocking you out before you could get a word in and going to sleep.
you shake your head, combing your fingers through his hair as he rests, and ignore the way your throat starts to tickle when you lie down next to him.
content: dom!gyu, stubborn cocky unserious gyu, established relationship, fem bodied reader, hickies/marking, readers a little shy, lowkey manhandling, dirty talk, fingering & oral (f), he's just handsy as hell idk. reader acts annoyed at first but is 100% in
A/N: i lowkey didnt want to post this but here we are i did NOT proof read this y'all! i wrote and i left
Beomgyu's a stubborn fuck. Standing between you and the door when you have to leave soon, holding you by the waist and playing with the bottom of your shirt and just grinning into your neck instead of letting you pass. You're stuck in the bedroom, 5 minutes til you have to leave if you wanna meet your friend at the agreed time, with almost 6 ft of man keeping you from getting ready.
“Just a sec.” His hands slide just under your top to squeeze at the flesh above your hips while his tongue runs over your pulse area.
You sigh. ”Beom—”
“Nn-nn, baby. Here, just...” He's pushing you further back into the room, a few steps away from the door toward the bed.
“I have to go,” you say, breath catching when you feel his teeth on you, starting to leave marks. You muttered his name again.
“You'll be fine.” You could feel that stupid smirk of his against your skin. Trying fruitlessly to muster up some other meaningless denial, you were swiftly maneuvered onto the bed. You curse and lightly shove his arm with one hand.
The action only earns a raised eyebrow from Beomgyu as he's moving to hover over you. He doesn't say anything, only plays with the hem of your shorts with one hand while the other holds his weight, eyes skimming over you. If you didn't know better you might think he looked thoughtful.
“I'm serious,” you say, and you know before you finish that there's no shot it comes across as convincing. Not with the way you've been visibly forcing yourself but to lean into him the whole time. Beomgyu nods lazily, pushing your shirt up and shifting downward a little. Your eyes widen a little and you start to lean up, only to be easily pushed back onto the pillows. “Stay.”
“F-... five minutes.” You remind him quietly. Beomgyu's fingers are pulling your shorts off to toss them somewhere on the floor. Pushing your legs apart to move between them, he gives a glance back up to your face for what felt like the first time since he stopped you in the doorway. You realize you're biting your lip, and let it go, eyes shifting off him as you hope you're not too flushed. No matter how many times you do this you can't seem to hide your reactions.
Your knees end up over your boyfriend's shoulders, and you look back to watch him lean his face over your panties. His hands caress your thighs, the soft touch of those pretty hands give you goosebumps. Beomgyu's taking his time, open mouth making its way to softly kiss over the fabric. You can't help but squirm a little — flustered and a little nervous — and you notice him smirk softly again before going for it, leaving open, wet kisses over your clothed core.
“I'm gonna be all— all messy, can't just— fuck.” Your thighs tense around his head when he gives your clit a brief moment of attention through the fabric.
“Shh, it'll be quick, just wan’ a taste before ya leave me.”
You shake your head. “Not enough time, just gonna make me all bothered when I have t’ go.”
“Doubting me?” His dark eyes meet yours and suddenly you're unable to do anything but shut up and shake your head. “Didn't think so.” Beomgyu brings a hand to push your panties to the side, running a finger through your folds. “You're already wet ’n everything. You might even be able to take my cock already if I wanted to...” he teases.
Some part of you wants to reach down and whack him in the head, but most of you is entirely clouded by his long fingers gathering your wetness up to rub over your clit, drawing little gasps and sounds from you. Your fingers bunch up some of the blanket beneath you, shutting your eyes in attempt to keep your composure.
Beomgyu chuckles under his breath and plants a kiss to your thigh, nipping at it and soothing over the spot with his tongue before leaning further for a higher spot. His fingers working up and down your cunt just teasing your clit with each return while he sucks marks into your soft inner thigh, making you whine. Beomgyu hums, “Look at me,” he murmurs, resting his fingertips just over your waiting entrance until you meet his gaze. He smiles, pressing his lips to the mark he'd just left, and pushes his two fingers into you at once.
"Ah-!" You're given no time to gather yourself when he starts, he's immediately finding a quick rhythm, reaching just the right spots with ease, pulling loud whines from your mouth til your hand clamps over it. Beomgyu rolls his eyes, “Yeah?” his steady, deep voice drawls in contrast to the fast motion of his fingers. “Not gonna let me hear you?” When you don't let up, he adjusts his grip on your thigh to lean back in, holding eye contact as he presses his warm tongue between your inner lips, fingers curling into that spot inside you all the while. Both of your hands find their way to his messy dark hair when he glides over your sensitive clit.
You groan, pushing your hips up only for him to keep you in place with his free hand. He's all in now, eyes shut, pressing his tongue flat and tasting your wetness, fucking and pressing just right with his long fingers. It's sooner than you expect when you're arching off the bed, whining and tugging sharply at his hair, earning some soft groans from him in return. “Fuck- Beom—” He takes a glance up at you, “Mm, come on, baby,” he says. He presses his lips to your bundle of nerves and then takes it between them, sucking lightly and running his tongue over it.
You almost feel like you could pass out from the high when your climax washes over you, his pace unrelenting as he rides it out for you. You're panting, hands falling to rest on your stomach, thighs twitching and trembling in his hold when he kisses up from your core to your knee slowly while he eases the motions of his fingers in you.
When he pulls them out you can't hold back a little groan, looking up at him with hooded eyes. Beomgyu laughs, “What, you want it back or something?” He brings his hand up, watching your essence string between his fingers when he pulls them apart.
You look away. You'd roll your eyes if you weren't so blissed out right now.
“You gotta get ready quick, yeah?”
You blink. Right. You only nod, leaning up on your elbows as you catch your breath.
“Look,” Beomgyu says, tapping your chin with the other hand before bringing the wet one to your mouth. He quirks an eyebrow and you part your lips for his fingers, closing around them and sighing softly, ignoring the chuckle coming from Beomgyu when you do exactly what he wanted.
This is my first time doing anything like this, but I love the way you write!! I’m usually a lurker for a lot of blogs, but I’m trying to be more sociable!!! Anyways, I have a small request (hopefully you haven’t received it before!!! if so, you can just ignore it ofc): OT5 headcannon for boobs or ass? I’m always so curious what they would choose; I’m split between being a nindungie & a solomon. For Kai, I think he would be an ass person, alongside Yeonjun! For Taehyun, I think it might prefer boobs? He always gave me the vibes that he would like big tatas LMAOOO. Soobin definitely gives me boobs vibes. I really don’t know for Beomgyu; I feel like he would be 50/50. Anyways, thanks for reading, and sorry if it’s long!!
͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏.☘︎ ݁˖⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ featuring... ot5!TXT 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ .ᐟ.ᐟ ᯓ ...and my thoughts on whether they'd prefer ass or boobs + with my made up justified reasoning <𝟑 .ᐟ
╰┈➤MDNI - NSFW content ahead...
warnings!! and mentions!! just my headcanons so nothing entirely in detail + entirely just my opinion please don't snipe me over ass and tits, just very tip of the iceberg nsfw (spanking, sex tape recording, reverse cowgirl, nipple stim etc.)
tyunningism's note: Welcome to the inbox 🚬 !! Surprisingly enough I think this is the first time someone's asked for headcanons on this blog hehe but I might be mistaken. But I'm super happy you reached out to my letterbox and I hope this matches what you were looking for! (++ if you can't choose between being a ningdungie or a solomon, be like me and become both)
ʏᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ ASS MAN ALL THE WAY !!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ I have a feeling this is like almost unanimous within the fandom, but I can't even begin with why he's just so ass-leaning in my head. Like I can proudly say I think he'd SO be into those teeny weeny micro skirts. Ones that don't bother to cover more than half of your ass + bonus points if you're wearing a thong or a g-string under them just for him !!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ I think he's a big fan of whale tails, his eyes are just DRAWN to them. And I don't think we can forget the fact that he dropped a pair of trunk shorts and posted his slutty ass on insta wearing them as underwear. Like he might as well drop a full on push-up bra as well, if only he weren't a sucker for seeing ANY ass through those trunks.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Now I think he might even resort to gripping ass as if it's affirmation for him that you're there. You're wandering off so much in the store that he's starting to lose track? Squeezes your ass. CLAWS it. One hand on your damn cheek and he's so fucking happy about it too when it catches you off guard, huge grin on his face when you're stuck to him like glue for the rest of the day.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Which also leads me to think that his favourite position would be reverse cowgirl !!!! In which I'd totally see him as someone who gets impatient with fiddling with any sort of underwear, and will do with pushing it to the side for his sake. Though it'll work out in his favour when he gets to mock you by snapping the band to your panties against your ass. Both hands on deck, just kneading the flesh in his hands like dough, GODD I'm a huge supporter of Yeonjun being the type of guy who guides your hips to grind against him properly.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ +++ I defo think he'd wear sunglasses on a hot day out to 'secretly' stare at your ass in a swimsuit (it's just really fucking obvious when he starts walking into the benches along the promenade)
sᴏᴏʙɪɴ ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ NO1 BOOBS LOVER !!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ None of you are ever convincing me that he's more of an ass man than a boobs man. I mean out of everyone excluding Jjun who just loves to take his shirt off anywhere, the amount of nip slips he's had on top of him unbuttoning his shirt on live. I think he's just into anything to do with chests.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Like have you all seen the man??!! His lips were MADE for latching onto tits, they're just so pretty and curved and I'm afraid it'll go to waste if it's not on a nip... and I'm also a firm believer he'd be into the genre of hentai where it's older women with overly exaggerated tits, I think he'd love to be scolded and dominated (practically fact atp) and completely zone out to tunnel vision his eyes on a pair of jugs. He has priorities and I respect that.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ OH and I think about this all the time but I think Soobin would be into shower sex too, especially if he's the one who gets to smush your tits against the glass like it's true in my head that he LOVES that. He loves lathering body wash over your tits too, probably sneaking an excuse in to help wash your back and then teases his way into massaging your tits too ><
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Another thing that's on my mind a lot if Soob buying you locket jewellery with a mini photo of him inside over and over again until he finds one that rests between your tits perfectly. That man just wants to be smothered by boobs 24/7, physically and in spirit. Like he'll absolutely complain and try to pry his way around you wearing it if you chose a different set of necklaces that day. It's his lifeline, and by stripping away his boob rights by taking off that necklace, he thinks asking to break up would've summarised it better.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ +++ loves nipple stim on himself and vice versa, wouldn't surprise me if he has nipple clamps in his drawer right now
ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ NONE OF THE ABOVE !!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Okay hear me out, by none of the above I mean I don't think he could choose for himself either. I think in his eyes they'd both be like hitting the jackpot if he were to touch or see them, like no complaints at all he's just desperate for any patch of skin revealed to him.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ If I had to choose a preference for him, I'd say he's more ass leaning which I also have a feeling is contrary to popular belief but RECENTLY I think everything about him exudes a lot more ass-man energy when paired with his Daegu accent. Which is also why I'd like to propose that he'd be into the last addition to the trinity, thighs.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Beomgyu would LOVE thigh high stockings and boots, fish nets, ripped tights. Anything that has an opening for him to get a good peek at your thighs. His own personal heaven would absolutely be watching the ways your thighs get bigger when your sit in his lap, watching the way you basically mould against him. Not to mention if you happened to where super tight thigh highs that made them slightly pudge out on top of the band?!! Hottest thing ever to him.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ So Beom absolutely would spend all day everyday between your legs, I think he's such an eater as well he just laps up everything like a mutt !!!!!!! And thus thighs are like the cherry on top for him to mark, he'd be so proud of his little teeth marks indented into the soft flesh too like he would DEFO then rub salt into the wound by fucking your thighs where his hickeys are still tender. Fucking evil, but he finds your mewls way too hot.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ +++ Outside of sex I also just entirely believe that thighs are the most comfortable for him to nap on, especially on a couch like trust me if your legs aren't closed, he's inbetween them.
ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ MY NO1 ASS MAN !!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Believe me when I say he's an ass man I swear I'm not crazy because oh my god?!!! What are the odds he's been danced on at a club, like I think Taehyun's a huge sucker for ass without a question. And unlike Yeonjun, I don't think he'd try to hide his blatant stares at all. He's out in the open staring at your ass at every opportunity he gets without any shame.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Like hitting the gym with Taehyun, whether you're there as moral support or to work out, he'll find the means to get a perfect view at just the right angle. Either by trying to spot you while you're doing squat lifts, getting distracted by the way your ass juts out towards him, or asking for water just so you can bend down to grab it for him. He'll sneak in a comment or two about how good your ass looks with the smuggest grin on his face 100% and then tries to back it up by claiming it's from a 'body building' standpoint.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Playfighting in bed will get him ACTIVE, it's basically freeway for him to playfully roll around with you until you end up in a gentle headlock, and what other way is there for him to have you in that position apart from doggy?!! I actually find it so hot to think about tyun with head locks and pressing himself up against your ass like PLEASE this is my sole wish I'd like granted.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ But for 🚬anon and all my other titty taehyun truthers out there, I'm also really into the idea of him being a service dom or having an oral fixation and just loving to suckle all over your chest like?!! Massaging them for you when they ache, licking and lapping all over your tits when his cat tendencies kick in plus plus plus those small purrs that he does, and even in the small actions like undoing your bra before you guys go to bed. I'm all for boob connoisseur Tyun too!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ +++ Taehyun's a spanker, I said what I said and I'm a firm believer of this because I don't think anything could turn me on more than rough dom tyun and punishing you with spanks while you're bent over his lap...do we get the idea??!
ᴋᴀɪ ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ LEANS TOWARDS BOOBS !!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ I think Kai's similar to Gyu!! Without an outstanding preference for either, he feels grateful enough to enjoy both, but instead I think he leans more towards boobs. The size of his hands are just perfect for cupping tits and I can say this wholeheartedly that Kai would 100% ask for titty pics out of nowhere, completely spontaneous.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ He's just an absolute head-over-heels fool when you respond to his needy sad faces with a titty pic, his favourites are especially the ones where you're all dolled up in lingerie with soft blues and cute pastels. Thinks you look like an angel in them which doesn't help the fact that you're just adding onto his infinite jerk-off glitch material stocked up in his gallery's favourites <33 (yes it's on the google drive too)
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Hyuka would LOVE sneaking up your shirt to rest his head there. Forget about big spoon, little spoon, that gentle giant will genuinely dip his head under your shirt to nuzzle against your tits while he sprawls on top of you. Even better if you let him fuck you into missionary right after, and yes he stays inside the shirt. It's necessary that he's suffocating himself into a pair of titties for him to cum !!!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ And once again for my 🚬 anon and my ass lover Kai believers, Kai can 100% be an ass man entirely like oh my god that one clip of him eating pizza...you cannot tell me he'd not love to have you sit on his face while he eats you out. He'd absolutely refuse to take a breather too, hands gripped TIGHT around your ass like you'd vaporise into thin air if he did let go. Chances are he might ask to film a sextape from behind just so he can watch back your ass while you grind on his face !!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ +++ I also think that Kai's a huge tummy lover for tummies of all sizes, just one of those features he absolutely adores whenever he wants to be intimate and cling onto you ><
✿ synopsis ⠀ ⠀── when ur situationships think they could have a taste of this cookie but you're having too much fun playing around with them to actually commit. in which, yn is an asshole and a homie hopper but i'd rather die than make her a girl who folds under zero pressure to men
warnings⠀◌ multiple povs. can be interpreted as both highschool au or college au, wtv ur comfy with. multiple x reader. afab!reader. suggestive language. situationships. readers playing the boys and homie hops too
a/n: Guys, hi >< I really have no idea what i'm doing, why is tumblr so hard to work oh my goodness this is probably really bad and I'm definitely not satisfied with how it turned out 😓 but I wanted to try something new so here we are
lmk if u guys want part 2 otherwise im not suree🫶🏻🫶🏻
SUMMARY: Text messages between you and your infuriatingly handsome coworker who is nothing but persistent!!!
DISCLAIMERS: Hi txtblr. it’s me again. please take beomgyu ok thank u. strictly smau!!!!! bookstore coworkers, lots of flirting fluff YAYYYY, happy ending okay !
💌 mika’s message HIIII BEOMGYU. OKAY BYE. this somehow took me forever idk. please if u hated this can u act like it was good anyways? thanks sm.
I hope this email receives you well. It has been brought to my attention that in the fifth floor, the door to the archive closet has begun to malfunction, and has locked employees in on occasion. As maintenance is busy ensuring the remodel to the third floor lobby is finished ASAP, it may take a few days before the door can be fixed; that being said, please do not go to the closet alone, and bring a person to hold the door open for you instead. We thank you for your patience at this time and hope to resolve the issue soon.
Sincerely,
Manager Lee."
beomgyu x fem!reader x taehyun
Genre: office au, work friends(?) to something more, smut smut smut!!!! no plot.
Word Count : 5.8K
warnings: DUBCON/NONCON!! (mc protests, they ignore her, she secretly wants them too) beomgyu is so insane, soft dom! taehyun, hard dom! beomgyu (with thee slightest of hints of sub gyu at the end), sub! mc, dry humping, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, threesome, semi-public sex? pet name galore (sweetie, pretty, angel, good girl, etc.), spanking, breast play, begging, sir kink, fingering, choking, masturbating, hand jobs, hair pulling, biting, praise, a little mxm actionnnnn >__<, finger sucking, cum play, lmk if i missed anything!
notes: oh nothing, just thinking about being shoved in an uppuz sandwich.
[While this story isn't necessarily "dark", I ask you read the warnings carefully; I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume.]
It's official— this is the stupidest situation you've ever found yourself in. It beats the time you blasted your text messages shit-talking the office on the television instead of your proposal presentation, or the time you accidentally revealed a marketing strategy to an acquaintance you later found worked at a competing company. Yeah… this might outdo all that.
"Get off!"
"I can't! Something fell behind me!"
Following Taehyun to the storage closet to help him get archives from the past five years of marketing strategies was fine. Easy enough. Beomgyu trailing behind, insisting to help by holding open the door that was known to need fixing due to it's faulty doorknob was also fine. Beomgyu jumping in to stop a box from falling on your head, letting the door shut behind him and cramping all of you in the tiny space, was not.
You're a jumble of tangled limbs in the blink of an eye— you've fallen back against Taehyun, pinning him against the shelf while Beomgyu tries to keep himself from falling on top of you; you hear a thump, and you're all groaning as the space between you three closes.
"Ngh— c'mon, I can't breathe here!" it's a lie, but you try your best to squirm around anyway, pushing Beomgyu's chest and arching back away from him— but right into Taehyun, pressing him against the shelf as he grabs your waist and curses in your ear that you're squishing him. "Beomgyu, stop leaning on me!"
"Stop fucking moving," Taehyun snaps. The two of you instantly quiet down. "You're both crushing me."
"I'm sorry," you whisper out, and the two scoff. Taehyun's head rests on your shoulder, and Beomgyu is still looming over you. The three of you fall silent as you try to think of what to do.
Okay, it could be worse; you start there. Taehyun and Beomgyu aren't terrible people to get stuck in a closet with, you suppose. They're nice enough to work with, polite and fun to talk to— you'd even go as far as saying you're work friends, and if you're going to be stuck here for a while (which is likely, considering the office is empty now), then it won't be terribly awkward. At least, as not-awkward as it can be when you're sandwiched between them.
"Either of you know any tricks to unlock the door?" You try.
"Nope."
"None."
"Okay…" you gulp. Beomgyu's body is smothering your face, and all you can smell is his— perfume? It's floral and clean, suiting for such a beautiful man. "Anyone we can call to get us out?"
"Not that I know of," Taehyun says. Fuck, the smell of his shampoo is invading your senses— you feel like you're going crazy with how good these two men smell. "We were the only ones left in the office. Maintenance doesn't come on Fridays, and the cleaning crew left thirty minutes ago."
"Wow, that's great," you groan, dropping your head back against Taehyun's shoulder, only to straighten after realizing the intimacy of it. "What about people in the department?"
"You really think someone's gonna answer a company call? At 8PM on a Friday?" Beomgyu says.
You scoff. "It wouldn't hurt to try!"
"Okay, then call someone you think would answer."
You shift around to grab your phone, and the two men are complaining that you don't need to wiggle around so much— a minute passes as you scroll through your contacts, debating on who would be most likely to answer. When you finally decide, you let the call ring out on speaker.
It rings.
And rings. And rings.
Then cuts off abruptly.
"What the fuck?" your mouth is wide open as you try again, only for you to be hung up on again. The two looming over you chuckle.
"Guess she's still not over the text messages." Beomgyu teases.
"It wasn't even fucking about her!"
"It was about the guy she was crushing on though." Taehyun chimes in.
"Whatever," you grumble, "it's not my fault she can't handle the fact that her crush is a weirdo."
The two don't bother refuting that— because who the fuck is delivering suggestive anime figures to the office? Accident or not, that figurine made your stomach churn just looking at it.
"Okay then, I'm all out of options," you sigh— because the only other people you're confident would come to your aid are trapped in the closet with you. "What about you two?"
"Nah."
"I don't make friends with my coworkers."
"Ouch," you say, though you know better than to take Taehyun seriously. After all, it couldn't be true with the way he's gotten himself comfortable with you now. Not to mention that him and Beomgyu are inseparable, despite their constant quarrels.
A long silence ensues. You can't hide nerves in your voice as you speak. "Are we seriously stuck in here then?"
"…I doubt it," Taehyun says, "maybe there's still someone hanging around the office."
The silence that follows after is much worse— Taehyun's attempt of reassuring you was appreciated, but it didn't help much, as you feel yourself becoming restless at the thought of being stuck in this closet all night— or weekend. Does the cleaning crew come on weekends? You don't remember. Maybe you'll have to call a non-emergency number; it'd be humiliating to have the office find out about your predicament, but anything beats being stuck in this dusty closet.
You're shifting this way and that, your limbs getting cramped up after trying to remain still to not worsen your position. But your overthinking mind has made you lose rationality, as you're wiggling around to try and get away from the two men to no avail. They scold you to stop, their bodies taut and their commands so firm you can't help but instantly listen. You haven't moved an inch, and all you've done is mess up everyone's balance, your bodies pressed firmly together.
Your foot is angled terribly, and if you remain standing like this, you'll lose balance and make things worse. Once more, you shift, and they both tense. Then you feel it.
Against the swell of your ass. Against your thigh. Hot and thick and throbbing against your bunched up skirt, against your stockings, the deep rise and fall of their chests suddenly making more sense.
"Something wrong?" Taehyun is the first to notice you've gone stiff. "Are you claustrophobic? You're breathing pretty heavily."
"I mean, I'm kinda stuck between you two now, wouldn't it make sense to freak out?" you say. "Not a lot of space here."
"Sorry, are we making you uncomfortable?" Taehyun says, "I can assure you no one wants to be here like this. If I could, I'd step away."
"No, that's not it."
You finally meet Beomgyu's eyes. You don't like how he's looking at you, his face dimly lit by the fluorescent office lights that leak through the cracks of the door. Like he knows better than you.
"You feel it, don't you?" he looks down at where your thigh continues to press against his crotch. He lets out a shaky breath. "Both of us."
"Both—?" Taehyun's head snaps up, glaring at Beomgyu. "The hell are you talking about?"
"Don't play stupid, Taehyunie," Beomgyu coos, "your face gives you away."
He takes a hold of your chin, tilting it up. "Yours too."
You try to glare at him. "I'm not sure I follow."
"God, can we stop playing innocent here?" Beomgyu throws his head back in frustration. "No one's coming to get us anytime soon, and we're all stuck pressed up on each other. You feel what it's doing to us. You like it."
"Choi Beomgyu," you gasp out, "This is highly unprofession— oh,"
He's grinding on your thigh, his eyes never leaving yours. His thick brows furrow, and his mouth parts to let out a soft sigh. He feels so warm against you, shifting slightly so he can grind right against your inner thigh; your cheeks are warming up at the way you whimper softly.
Taehyun hisses. "Shit."
"See?" Beomgyu huffs, punctuating it with a thrust aimed at the apex of your thigh; you gasp, jolting against Taehyun who only holds you tighter. "Told'ya she likes it."
"I— I don't," you whine, hands grabbing onto Beomgyu's button up, scrunching it in your hands. Your eyes fall to where his hips grind, a tight tent against his pants, and you squint your eyes to find a small dark spot building. "This is wrong, we're going to get in trouble."
"Then we need to make sure no one finds out," Beomgyu hunches forward, his breath on your lips as he pants and groans, letting out a soft fuck. Your eyes are fluttering shut, mouth parting as you find yourself leaning in. He looks up at Taehyun just as you do. "Right Taehyunie?"
You can only feel Taehyun getting harder behind you; his fingers are dug so deeply in your skin that all he's doing now is holding you still for Beomgyu, who in turn keeps thrusting you against him. Taehyun's breath against your neck has you shivering, head leaning back against him as you feel your legs shake from the awkward position.
"Hurry up then," Taehyun grits out, "If I end up cumming in my pants, I'll kill you."
"You heard him right sweetie?" Beomgyu laughs, "Spread your legs a little more, yeah?"
"Beomgyu no," you say, "are you crazy? We're working, we're in the office—"
"After hours, with no one around to interrupt us." He's bunching up your skirt even more, giggling at the way you slap his hands, "All I'm hearing is that you're scared we'll get caught. And we won't. So what's the problem here?"
You try to crane your head back, meeting Taehyun's gaze in hopes that he'll be rational and tell Beomgyu to keep it in his pants— he raises his brow at you instead. When you look back at Beomgyu with wide eyes, he grins.
"Yeah, that's what I figured."
His hands rub up your legs, smoothing over your inner thighs appreciatively. His hand cups your cunt, just to feel how hot you are against his palm, and he curses when he feels the dampness seeping through the fabric. Without warning, he rips a hole in your tights, and you jump back against Taehyun.
"Beomgyu!"
"You sound so cute like that," He grins, reaching up to squish your cheeks in his hand; his nails dig in just a little too much, and you wince— he seems to like your reaction. "Makes me wanna be rougher with you."
"Stop talking like that, you're freaking her out," Taehyun rolls his eyes, "You want her to change her mind because you're acting like a weirdo?"
You bristle. "I never made up my mind in the first place—"
When Beomgyu pulls your face to kiss him, you let out a startled yelp. His hand goes from holding your face to the back of your nape, pulling you into his mouth until you feel like you can't possibly get closer. His lips are plump and his kiss is vicious, parting your mouth so he can shove his tongue in and get a proper taste of you. You whine, putting your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, and kiss him back. When he feels you leaning forward in search for more, he bites your lip and pulls away with a laugh.
"You don't need to play hard to get anymore. Y'know that, right?" He smooths out your hair, the gesture unexpectedly gentle. "Though it's hot when you pretend to fight back."
"God, if you don't hurry up then I'll just take my turn first." Taehyun's words have you flushing with heat, the unexpected filth making you buzz with excitement. The two argue about who should have you first, and you're trapped between them while you try to pretend that this isn't just something you've dreamt about and shamed yourself over time and time again.
"Sorry, sorry," Beomgyu shrugs, pushing your panties aside with rough fingers. He swipes his fingers through your folds, whistling when he feels how wet you are. He stares you down while he continues to circle your entrance. "You heard our darling, right? I'll take my time with you next time, I swear."
Next time? You don't get to think too much on what he's implying, because next thing you know, his tip is at your entrance, and he's pushing in.
Oh god.
"Oh god," you struggle to breathe out, nails digging into Beomgyu's shoulders; your other hand flies down to where Taehyun continues to hold your waist, and his fingers part just enough so you can intertwine your hand with his. "Can you— fuck— slow down? Please?"
"Slow down? Seriously?" Beomgyu's brows are scrunched together, his finger circling lightly on your clit— teasing, slow circles that make you clench around him and make his breath stutter. "How am I supposed to slow down when you feel like this?"
Despite his petulance, he proceeds to go a little slower, pushing in until his pelvis is flush against yours, grinding his hips deep inside you as he swoops down to bring you into another kiss. His free hand reaches for your thigh again, hoisting it up on his hip to get better access. He fucks you slow and deep, panting into your mouth when you squeeze him, smiling coyly when you whine against his lips.
"She sounds so nice, doesn't she Taehyunie?"
"Yeah," Taehyun sounds breathless, "even better when you shut the fuck up."
"Don't be mean," Beomgyu pouts, his grip on your thigh tightening as he begins to fuck you harder, bringing out little squeaks from you with every thrust, "she likes it when I talk to her like this. Don't you, baby?"
"No," you say, "it's a—annoying."
"Is it?" His finger on your clit is firmer, matching his thrusts that have become cruel; the small closet is filled with the sounds of him slamming into your cunt and your stifled moans— though you try to pay attention to the way Taehyun occasionally groans and hisses behind you as well. Beomgyu spanks your thigh, and your attention is snapping back to him; he wears a cocky smile that makes you frown, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he rolls his hips to aim for your sweet spot. When he finds it, you let out a long whine, your body slumping back in defeat. "Then how come you were so wet before I even touched you?"
You bite down on your lip, trying to quiet down in spite of him— it doesn't work of course, because he's found just the right spots to get you to jolt with pleasure, your facade falling apart the second Taehyun's hand makes quick work to unbutton your shirt, fingers slipping beneath your bra to tug and twist at your nipples; when you feel his lips trailing kisses down your neck, you let out a weak whimper.
"Don't get quiet on us baby," Taehyun murmurs against your skin, "just ignore him."
"Ignore him?" the stimulation is getting to be too much, and you feel yourself getting wound up in no time. Your brain is a muddled mess of senses, hyper aware of even their breath on your skin. Beomgyu huffs, digging his nails into your thigh. "When I'm the one making you feel this good?"
"Don't you try to ignore me when I'm the one that's gonna make you cum," Beomgyu lets go of your thigh to squish your cheeks and bring your face close to his.
"Look at me," he breathes out, "you gonna cum, sweet thing? I can feel you squeezing me."
He doesn't let go of your face, and you're forced to talk through a pout. "Uh-huh— please, wanna cum— please?"
Beomgyu looks at Taehyun, chuckling smugly before he smiles at you.
"So polite," he coos, "but you think you deserve it? After talking to me like that? Sayin' I'm annoying?"
You try to protest, but you can barely make a sentence through your moans, "Y-you're right— ah, m'sorry— please, please let me cum…"
Beomgyu is soaking this in, you can tell— he doesn't say anything for a moment, observing you carefully instead; the way your eyes plea silently to him, your bitten lips that are left open and panting, and the way his cock disappears inside you— the squelching noise that comes from his sudden thrusts, your warm body that trembles under him— and he lets out a condescending laugh, switching up his pace so he's pulling all the way out, just to bottom out in you as slow as possible.
"That's not enough for me baby," He bites his lip, concentrating on not cumming as well, "you gotta beg for it."
Taehyun chuckles behind you, and you whine. "Please… please don't make me— do that."
Beomgyu merely grins. "Looks like you don't want it enough then."
Taehyun pinches your nipple, and you yelp when it's followed by his teeth sinking into your shoulder— enough to give you a quick sting, but not enough to injure you.
"C'mon pretty, be good and ask him to let you cum, yeah?" His hand slides back down to your hip, just so he can press his hard-on against your ass, "I don't think I can wait any longer for my turn."
"Ah, no…" you can feel your face heat up, meeting Beomgyu's cocky gaze, "it's embarrassing."
"Poor girl," he coos, though it's followed by a condescending laugh, "looks like we'll be here all night then."
"Which, honestly…" he slows down, grinning as he watches your cunt stretch around his cock, a thick white ring forming at the base, "I don't really mind."
Taehyun scoffs— his hand on your breast slides up to grab your throat, his fingers wrapping around you effortlessly. He's tilting your head back toward him, bringing his lips close to your ear as he tightens his hold on you.
"C'mon baby, need you to stop being difficult," he murmurs, his voice tense from waiting, "You gonna be good and listen to me?"
"Uh-huh."
"Good," he places a soft kiss to your temple. "Repeat after me, okay?"
Beomgyu is entertained by the spectacle in front of him, it shows all over his face; his eyes are dark as he watches Taehyun whisper in your ear, your glistening eyes fluttering open to meet his— you're dazed with pleasure, barely holding off from cumming as you whine out to him, not thinking much of what you're saying.
"Beomgyu— 'm sorry for being mean," you're trying your best to keep your eyes on him— it's cute how embarrassed you are, and Beomgyu grins as you hesitate to continue.
"I'll be a good girl now," His smile tenses at that— he's picking up the pace now, tears welling up in your eyes from the pleasure, "Please, can— can I cum, sir?"
"Oh, fuck," Beomgyu shivers at your weak plea— he leans back down to crash his lips against yours, his pace brutal as he begins to slam into you carelessly. It's hard to keep up with his hungry kiss, becoming a mess of spit and teeth as he moans shamelessly against your lips; he pulls back just enough to pant and whine, "yes, of course you can, sweet angel— c'mon, let me feel it."
Your whole body tenses when you finally let go, a long whine of Beomgyu's name leaving you as your high crashes, waves of pleasure overtaking you as you clench around Beomgyu's cock, listening to him moan and praise you breathlessly. The two don't take their eyes off you for a second, watching your body shake and your eyes squeeze shut. Beomgyu slows to a stop after your body slumps against Taehyun's, rely on the two men to hold you up.
"So perfect," Beomgyu gives you a soft kiss, "God, you put on quite a show."
"Shut up," you say, though it's only met with a soft spank to your thigh— you yelp at the sensation, and Beomgyu smooths his palm against the spot.
Beomgyu has yet to pull out yet— just when you're about to tease him about it, you realize why that is as you feel him throb inside you.
"Beomgyu," you breathe out, "you haven't cum yet."
He looks more than ready to shrug off your comment and give you some lame excuse that it's fine— before he can open his mouth, you're wrapping your leg around his hip and pressing him in; a choked moan leaves him at the sensation of you clenching around him.
"Can…" you hesitate, but push through regardless. "Can you cum inside?"
It's silent. You wonder if you've gone too far, ready to take it back when the two men make eye contact and begin to laugh in disbelief.
"Jesus, baby. You really know how to kill a man," Beomgyu's voice is strained, his hips beginning to move again— but his rhythm is sloppy, and he can barely hold back his moans as he fucks you, "You sure about this?"
"Yes," you whine, shivering at the overstimulation, "Please, I want you to fill me up, sir."
You're too smart for your own good— as soon as the title leaves your lips, Beomgyu's head is falling back and his hips are pressing impossibly deep inside you, pulling your hips against his as he grinds into you and cums. He continues to fuck you through his orgasm, hissing out curses and whining your name like it's the sweetest thing on his tongue— when his high has washed away, he leans back into you to catch your lips in a last, chaste kiss.
"Fuck, you're dangerous," he murmurs, "why haven't we done this sooner?"
"Well, I don't think we've gotten locked in the archive closet before."
You're pulling away from Beomgyu's lips to laugh at Taehyun's comment, the former rolling his eyes and calling Taehyun a smart-ass. You're barely given a moment before Beomgyu is pulling out, grinning at the way you whimper at the loss of him inside you.
"Here," he says, bringing his fingers to your cunt to catch his dripping cum, only to stuff his digits inside you, "don't want this going to waste, right?"
"Beomgyu, fuck—" you twitch as his fingers curl inside, massaging your sweet spot, "too much— 'm sensitive."
"Do you need a break?" Taehyun chimes in, "We can stop here if you want."
"No," you're quick to say, and the two men laugh at your eagerness— you try to ignore the way your face is heating up as you reach up for Taehyun's hand on your throat, lacing your fingers with his as you look over your shoulder at him. "I wanna feel you too."
"Is that right?" he says, breathless at the way you flutter your eyes at him and nod; his free hand snakes around your waist to push you back against him, caressing your skin idly, "well, how could I say no to such a pretty thing?"
Taehyun is adjusting your position so he can get better access to you— you end up leaning forward against Beomgyu, pinning him against the shelf behind him as Taehyun bunches your skirt up your hips a little more; his hand caress from your thighs to your ass, and you feel his gaze sweeping over your arched figure appreciatively. His hands land on your hips, moving your panties to the side again and circling his fingers around your entrance; you squirm in anticipation, and he chuckles.
"Don't tell me you're getting impatient?" he coos, his fingers dipping in teasingly before going up to circle your clit, "such a greedy girl."
He's only gliding his tip across your slit now, slapping the head of his cock against your clit to watch your squirm— but even so, you can feel how big he is, can feel the thickness of his length as he thrusts between your thighs, continuing to hiss quietly in your ear each time his tip catches against his entrance.
"Taehyun, stop teasing…" you whimper, leaning your head against Beomgyu's chest; his hand comes up to caress your head affectionately.
"M'kay baby, I'm sorry," Taehyun is surprisingly quick to give in to your commands, lining himself up before beginning to push into your cunt— though he's not as long as Beomgyu, he's definitely thicker, with a curve that aims straight for your sweet spot; your body tenses instant, mewling pathetically the moment Taehyun nestles perfectly into your cunt, drawing out a curse from him as you flutter around his length.
"Feels good?" he asks, running a hand down your spine, pushing against the small of your back to make you arch for him a little more, "You feel so perfect baby."
Slowly, he begins to move, listening for the way your breath hitches and your moans break when he slams back in and grinds against you. He lets you savor the stretch, rolling his hips into you and hitting spots that make you see stars. Slowly, he begins to speed up, until his hips are smacking against your ass and you're getting jolted against Beomgyu. It feels amazing— though as you peek over your shoulder, you find Taehyun focusing on the way your cunt takes his cock, his brows furrowed in frustration and his body tense.
"M…more…" you can't help but murmur, the pace he set too safe for your liking— the moment the request registers in his brain, Taehyun is reaching out for your hair, using it as leverage to pull you back against him, your back arching as he continues to fuck you.
"More?" he asks, his thrusts becoming rougher, "how do you want it, baby?"
"I—" the words die on your tongue the second his hand falls to your throat again, squeezing just enough to have your brain cloud up, "I don't want you to hold back."
"Are you sure?" his voice is strained, and you feel the tension melt away from him the moment you nod, "god, you're such a perfect little angel."
You feel the shift instantly; his hands are greedy as his fingertips sink into your skin, restricting your oxygen and grabbing your hips to fuck back against him. He shifts into something more possessive, eager to claim you as he fucks you rough and deep— his mouth doesn't leave your neck once, sucking and sinking his teeth into your skin, murmuring praises all the while. Your eyes are hazy as they flutter open, widening at the sight that you're met with.
"God, you two look so— so good," Beomgyu moves like a man possessed, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock that's gotten hard again. His eyes are cloudy as they run a path through your face, to where Taehyun hides in the crook of your neck, down your body and to where the two of you connect; when he catches the way his cum is getting fucked out of your cunt and mixing in with both your arousal, his cock twitches in his hand and he groans. "So pretty…"
"Fuck, you're hard again?" Taehyun rests his chin on your shoulder, breathing out a laugh before squeezing your throat, "baby, wanna help him out?"
It feels like your body is moving on its own accord; your hand is wrapping around Beomgyu's cock, your thumb swiping over his tip to collect the pre-cum that leaks out and using it to make the glide along his length smoother— his breath hitches, dizzy at the sight of your hand wrapped around his cock, the size difference enough to get him close.
"Oh, you're so good— just like that, fuck, baby," he whimpers, watching your face closely, "you're so pretty, look so good taking his cock— are you gonna cum?"
You're surprised he was able to pick up on it just from watching you— he's moaning as soon as you nod, as though recalling the feeling of your cunt gushing around him. His voice is rough as he purrs out praise to you, telling you how beautiful you look and urging you to cum with him— when you squeeze him particularly hard and swipe your palm over his tip, he lets out a broken whine of your name; Taehyun's hands tighten on you, pulling you back with a low growl.
"So fucking noisy," He snarls, glaring at Beomgyu, "moaning like a whore."
"Can't help it," Beomgyu isn't the least bit apologetic, a coy smile tugging at his lips, "you'd get it if you saw what I see."
You feel your peak building up suddenly, your moans picking up and alerting the two— while Taehyun seeks out your broken pleas for him to fuck you harder, Beomgyu continues to ramble on, though it becomes nonsensical as his own climax approaches. Behind you, Taehyun huffs, his hand leaving your throat and shooting out in front of you.
"Shut the fuck up," his voice is stern, and you're both leaning forward so Taehyun can shove his middle and ring finger into Beomgyu's mouth— to your surprise, Beomgyu moans. "I don't wanna hear another word from you."
Drool begins to pool at the corners of Beomgyu's mouth, and he stares down at where you're sandwiched between them with low-lidded, foggy eyes— Taehyun's fingers push down against Beomgyu's tongue, and before he can so much as moan, he's cumming in your hand.
It's warm and sticky as it falls against your hand, arm, and shirt— you gasp, continuing to pump his cock as your own climax hits, squeezing down on Taehyun so tightly you're triggering his own orgasm shortly after, his teeth sinking into your shoulder once more to muffle the loud moan that escapes him, thick cum flooding into your cunt as his hips rut into you, riding out your orgasm and ensuring that none of his cum goes to waste. When he finally comes up from your neck, it's to whisper praises in your ear, his free hand coming up to tilt your head back to him so he can kiss you.
It's gentler than you anticipated, but he's just as needy to taste you— he pants against your mouth and bites your lips teasingly, snaking his tongue inside and devouring your whole. You don't know how long you spend like this, with his cock bottomed out inside you and his lips glued to yours; you're only able to snap out of your daze when you hear Beomgyu let out a shaky sigh.
The two of you snap your heads back to Beomgyu, who you realize with a giggle still has Taehyun's fingers in his mouth.
"You didn't need to do that y'know," Beomgyu mutters after Taehyun has pulled his hand away, but there's no heat behind his words. Considering the clear affect it had on him, you'd call Beomgyu a hypocrite— but you'll keep it to yourself for the sake of keeping peace.
"Whatever," Taehyun says. He presses a kiss on your neck, pulling out slowly, the two of you hissing when you feel his cum begin to leak out, "you okay?"
"Yeah," your voice unexpectedly hoarse, "just… sticky."
Beomgyu smiles sheepishly. "Sorry 'bout that."
"We need to get out of here," Taehyun adjusts your clothes, moving onto his with a sigh, "but who the hell could we call? Not even maintenance is here right now."
You and Taehyun fall silent, lost in thought and weighing your options— you think of the coworkers you're closer to, but you either don't have their number or know they wouldn't answer, either because they're mad at you or don't want to ruin their Friday night. It seems Taehyun is coming to the same conclusion as you, because he lets out a long, frustrated sigh. Maybe you'll have to call a non-emergency line… though you really don't know what they'd think if they found you in your current state…
Beomgyu, who had been scrolling on his phone casually, brings it up to his ear. You and Taehyun watch in anticipation.
"Hey Yena, you busy?" you can faintly hear the sweet voice of Yena, the secretary that always strays from the front desk to personally deliver Beomgyu's lunch orders and lingers around to make meaningless conversation with him. "That's great— listen, me and two others got stuck in the archives closet."
"…I did, but then this shelf got tipped over and a box almost fell on— anyway. I know it's a huge favor to ask, but would you be able to come in and let us out of here?"
There's a pause. Beomgyu sees the way you tense, and he places his hand on your waist reassuringly.
"I'll buy you dinner."
Another pause ensues. Then, a coy smile is spreading on Beomgyu's face, and he's cooing a soft thank you into the phone.
"She'll be here in fifteen."
You and Taehyun sigh dramatically, and you're leaning back against him as you finally relax. But Beomgyu's conversation lingers in your mind, and you can't stop yourself from frowning.
"You're going to dinner? After all this?"
Beomgyu perks up, radiating with a smug joy. "Awe, you jealous?" You scoff, crossing your arms and looking away. "c'mon, don't be like that sweetheart."
He cups your face, urging you to look at him. When your eyes meet his, he gives you a proud smile.
"I never said I was going with her."
Taehyun scoffs.
"Besides," Beomgyu's eyes run down your figure, darkening when they stop at your soiled shirt, "I think it's better we finish where we left off, don't you think?"
Taehyun's hands snake around your waist, hugging you close as he nestles his head on your chin. You can already picture the coy smile he must have on his face.
"That I can agree with."
"As nice as that sounds," you reach forward to grab a fistful of Beomgyu's hair, yanking it just to see Beomgyu's face twist with pain. "You've had Yena's number this whole time? And you knew she'd answer?"
"Well— I mean— I didn't think she'd actually—"
"Liar," you scowl, pulling a little more at Beomgyu's hair— he yelps, though you know it's all a facade. "You're such a perv."
Taehyun tuts, disappointed. "What d'you say we leave without him instead?"
"Sounds good to me."
Beomgyu pouts, looking like a kicked puppy. "Guys, no, don't do this to me."
"You really think you deserve to come with us after you had us stuck here for no reason?" Taehyun asks. Beomgyu can only give him a pathetic, pleading look.
"You want us that bad?" you ask, and he eagerly nods. A small smile tugs at your lips. "Then show us."
"Go on," Taehyun coos, "beg."
Despite the limited light that leaks through the cracks of the door, Beomgyu's eyes shine with need. His hands inch toward you, landing on top of Taehyun's as he closes the space between you three.
Yeah, you couldn't have asked for anyone better to get stuck in this dingy closet with.
warnings: nsfw (mdni), owner/pet dynamic, f!reader, hybrid!reader, soft dom!gyu, inexperienced!reader, praise kink, teaching dynamic?, implied size kink, beomgyu is a little mean sometimes, scenting, possessiveness (light), dependency undertones, teasing, oral (f receiving), dumbification, licking, biting, fingering, vibrator use, dacryphilia (light), slight degradation (“dumb baby”), multiple orgasms, gyu kinda makes reader cockwarm a vibrator, training, slowest buildup ever or it wouldnt be user theghostofgyu, alot of pet names.
wc: 6.705
author's note: hi friends!!! some of you really liked part. 1 so i decided to turn onb into a small series<3<3. i hope this is good because i just remember being horny and opening docs heh... so there might be some mistakes too!
like on any other late afternoon, beomgyu came home announcing his presence from the front door. his familiar, gentle voice calling out for you. but this time, he didn’t find you already waiting at the entrance.
you blinked a little when you heard the front door shut and his voice calling you.
how hadn’t you caught your owner’s scent?
even so, you didn’t have much time to dwell on it, because excitement quickly got the better of you. you pushed yourself up from the bed and hurried out of your room in small, quick steps toward the entrance. eager at the thought of seeing beomgyu, of having him all to yourself for the entire weekend now, without his stupid work getting in the way.
when his scent finally reached you, it was different.
worse than that, it wasn’t just different. he smelled like another hybrid. another puppy.
you only became sure of it when you ran into the living room, like you always did, and threw yourself into the embrace he opened for you without even thinking twice —almost stumbling before you got there. there, with your face buried against him, breathing in deeply, that the feeling settled completely.
you weren’t just imagining things. there really was another scent there.
you didn’t react right away, not in any obvious way. but your body showed it —the way you grew more restless, how quiet you were being and the way your hands gripped his clothes just a bit tighter than usual. a strange unease building in your chest, and you didn’t really know what to do with it.
and beomgyu, of course, noticed. enough to make him knit his brows slightly, looking at you with curiosity, trying to understand what had changed so suddenly.
he asked once. you said it was nothing.
it didn’t sound like nothing. so he asked again, in that calm tone that always managed to pull things out of you even when you didn’t mean to say it. until you ended up giving in, a little pouty, a little hurt, quietly admitting that he had a smell that you didn’t like.
a smell that wasn’t yours.
your owner understood immediately. a simple “oh” like it was the most obvious thing in the world, before explaining that he had stopped by a pet shop after work, that a puppy had clung to him for a while. nothing serious.
and deep down, it really wasn’t.
but that didn’t stop the irrational way it kept bothering you. nor the way you grew a little quieter after that, still close to him, still clinging, like you needed to make up for it somehow.
and that was probably why, after a while, he let out a soft sigh, his hand moving along your back in a slow, gentle stroke, like he already understood everything without you needing to say it.
he said he was going to take a shower, change his clothes, and that afterwards, you could go to the couch and stay all cuddled up together, nice and close.
long enough for you to ‘fix’ it your own way.
long enough to leave your scent on him again, as much as you wanted.
by the time you were finally curled up together on the couch, surrounded by blankets and pillows while some movie played absentmindedly on the tv, it was already getting dark outside.
beomgyu had changed into something more comfortable —a dark sleeveless shirt that left his arms on display, and a pair of sweatpants. you were ready for the night too, in your light little pajama top and shorts that left space for your tail, which still flicked calmly every now and then.
it was him who gently pulled you closer, encouraging you to climb onto his lap. a suggestion you accepted with small hesitation before settling there, facing him, legs wrapping around his waist.
it had been a few days since the last time you’d been like this: just together, no interruptions. and that, mixed with the lingering discomfort from earlier, made everything feel a little more intense for you.
“how was your day, hm?” his voice came out calm and low, his hands sliding up to rest on your waist over your shirt, firm, but relaxed.
you answered with a distracted murmur, already starting to lean closer to him.
“hmm. i watched tv today, played on the computer a little… and took a nap.” your attention, though, wasn’t really on the conversation.
almost without noticing, you started by rubbing your cheek against his, slow at first, a shy sort of motion, like you were testing it. it was subtle, leaving your scent there, mixing it with his own.
beomgyu let out a quiet hum, like he’d noticed, but didn’t say anything. he just let you, his fingers tracing a light touch along the side of your waist.
“sounds like a good day” he murmured. “better than mine, at least.”
that drew a small sound from you, something between a pout and a soft laugh, your face still pressed against his. you rubbed your cheek again, a little firmer this time, more confident, feeling his scent a little more clean and familiar now, blend with yours.
“was yours boring?” you asked, your voice low, almost muffled by how close you were.
“a little” he replied with a small shrug. “a lot of work, people being annoying…”
you made a quiet sound of disapproval, like that bothered you too, and turned your head just enough to press the other side of your cheek against him, repeating the motion. this time, your tail gave a more noticeable sway behind you.
without stopping your soft chatter, you started to pick up a bit more rhythm. your face slid slightly, and your fluffy ears ended up brushing lightly against the side of his face too, in a quick movement you barely noticed. beomgyu let out a soft, breathy laugh through his nose.
“you’re in a good mood now, huh?” he commented, tilting his face slightly toward yours.
you didn’t answer right away, just hummed a distracted ‘mmhm’, already moving again.
this time, your nose brushed closer to his neck. you breathed in slowly, deeply.
better. much better.
almost without thinking, you kept your face there for another second. that earlier discomfort was being replaced by something warmer. your body relaxed more and more as beomgyu started to smell more like you again.
“what about you, sweetheart?” he asked. “missed me that much?”
that made your tail thump a little harder against the couch.
“mmhm” you murmured, your voice softer now, hidden against his skin.
beomgyu chuckled quietly, one of his hands sliding a little higher up your back.
“i’m here now. all yours.”
and that’s when you started to push it a little.
your nose brushed against his neck again, slower this time, and before you could think much about it, you let the tip of your tongue touch there too. a light, absentminded lick, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
beomgyu let out a soft chuckle mixed with a sigh.
you froze for a second.
your whole body going still, alert, like you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to, even if he hadn’t said anything. even if there was probably nothing wrong with it.
your ears twitched slightly, hesitant. but he didn’t call you out.
you dared a shy glance up at him, still close to the curve of his neck.
your owner looked calm, relaxed. his expression soft, his eyes half-lidded, like he was more absorbed in the moment than anything else. his hand kept stroking your back slowly, steady, while the other had slipped a little lower, now resting on your hip.
something inside you melted completely at that.
so, feeling safer to continue, you leaned back in, slow.
your nose brushed lightly against his skin again, more confident this time. you took a deep breath, taking in his scent —now almost completely clean, almost completely yours— and let out a small, quiet sound of satisfaction.
your tail wagged again behind you, a little more eager now.
“puppy” he murmured, his voice low, his hand on your hip tracing a slow motion with his thumb, up and down. you stopped everything immediately, your attention snapping up to him. “did you remember to clean the toy i gave you today?”
and then you froze.
“…w-what?”
“the toy, princess” he repeated, looking into your eyes, not stopping the gentle touch even as your body grew more tense.
“yesterday you left it all sticky and messy on top of my bed…” he went on patiently, the hand that had been on your back moving to pet behind your drooping ears. “i don’t mind cleaning it for you, sweetheart. but you need to learn to take proper care of your things too, and not forget them lying around, hm?”
you were completely still. you didn’t even know how to react.
“i-i’m so sorry, gyu… i…” you could feel your cheeks burning like never before. “i co-completely forgot it, it was right when you got home…”
it had been a week since beomgyu helped you with your pre-heat problems. and you still thought your owner was probably the best owner in the world for that. it would be impossible for anyone to take care of you as well as beomgyu did.
the problem was —just like he had expected— it had only been a temporary solution.
since then, you’d been a bit more restless. more needy. you tried to hide it, afraid of worrying him or bothering him.
but beomgyu had noticed. and because of that, he had an idea.
a good part of the day, he was out of the house, and he didn’t want to see you struggling because of that, not being able to help you. and with your heat getting closer and closer, he figured he needed a solution that would help both of you.
that’s why your owner bought you a vibrator.
a custom one. his size, his thickness —though he didn’t tell you that— and with a knot. so you could start getting used to it, little by little. so it could satisfy you, at least a bit, when he couldn’t be there.
so that when your heat finally came, he could help you more easily. so your tight pussy would already be able to open enough for his cock to slide in and out. after all, that was all he wanted, to help his sweet puppy. no selfish reason behind it.
at least, that’s what he’d been trying to convince himself lately.
beomgyu gave you the little box at the beginning of the week, one morning before leaving for work, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he asked you to wait until the weekend so he could properly teach you how to use it, since he’d have more time for you. but that, if you really needed it and missed the way he touched you, you could use the vibrating function on that sensitive spot he played with last time.
but judging by the surprise he had yesterday, when he walked into his room exhausted after a long day of work, his puppy didn’t seem to be planning on taking things slow and careful.
and judging by your expressions and behavior over the past few days, beomgyu didn’t think you were having much success with it either.
and he was right.
“it’s ok, love” he was quick to soothe you, noticing your nervousness and embarrassment. “don’t worry about it.”
he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling you closer into his lap, his arms wrapping around you.
“you didn’t hurt yourself or anything, did you?” beomgyu asked, gently lifting your face toward him with his fingers under your chin, studying your expression.
“hmm…” your eyes gave you away immediately, darting off to some random corner of the room.
“…you did hurt yourself??” beomgyu’s eyes widened slightly, his voice more unsteady, a bit worried now.
“no!” you rushed to fix the impression, lifting your hands quickly. “it’s just that, i-i tried to do it on my own. but not the way you said i could…” you swallowed, trying to keep your eyes on him now, even if they still slipped away sometimes. “but it hurt a lot, i don’t know why. i’m sorry, gyu. i-i should’ve been more patient like you told me and just waited”
beomgyu clicked his tongue softly in disapproval. but soon a small, almost imperceptible smile slipped onto his lips. he couldn’t be harsh with you for long. but then again, it wasn’t like you weren’t already a good girl for him most of the time.
you shifted slightly where you sat, suddenly very aware of your position as you felt something hard pressing from the inside of your thigh up to your entrance through the fabric of your shorts, nudging you faintly.
“you don’t have to rush to make it fit right away, princess” beomgyu said, in that soft tone that always made your head a little dizzy. “you have to take it slow, hm? don’t be impatient.” the hand that wasn’t on your hip slid absentmindedly from your face, down your torso, until it stopped on your lower belly, exposed by your slightly cropped top, just above your shorts. he rested his palm there, still looking into your eyes, and pressed lightly.
“i’m not going to fuck you while your little pussy can’t even open for the vibrator yet, okay? and for that, you can’t be so eager.”
you opened your mouth to say something. to defend yourself, maybe? or to beg for anything, as long as it was him? you’d never know, because you couldn’t even form a single syllable, closing your mouth again shortly after.
you could feel your cheeks burning, your arms tingling lightly, and your pussy —so close to beomgyu— pulsing with anticipation for anything at all. you didn’t know what to do with yourself. it was embarrassing.
your tail swayed slowly, lazily, from side to side. your ears were still drooped over your hair.
“besides…” beomgyu continued “you’re probably just not doing it right, pretty.” he pressed a calm kiss to your cheek before gripping your waist and starting to lift you. “it shouldn’t be that hard to put it in.” he carefully laid you down beneath him on the couch.
the hand that had been resting on your belly slid down just a few centimeters, stopping at the waistband of your underwear peeking out from under your pajama shorts.
“can i see it?” he asked, one finger toying with the little bow at the edge of your underwear while another already brushed lightly against the skin beneath the fabric.
you felt your stomach twist with anticipation, your entire body heating up, your pussy responding involuntarily to anything even slightly suggestive that left beomgyu’s lips.
you nodded quickly.
“thank you.” he smiled at you. it was still that same reassuring smile as always —just with a hint of something else behind it now, as he slid your shorts and underwear down your legs, leaving little wet spots along your thighs where the damp fabric brushed against your skin.
beomgyu let the clothes fall to the floor before moving back closer to you, leaning in to gently squeeze your cheek before grabbing a pillow from beside you. he asked you to lift your hips for him, placing it underneath to adjust the height for himself, his face already close as he positioned his hands on the inner sides of your thighs.
“i’m gonna spread you open a bit now, baby, just to check. ok?”
you nodded, feeling your heart race in your chest.
“no need to feel embarrassed” he reassured you, and then his hands were already moving, gently spreading your legs open for him.
you quickly realized that this position felt much more embarrassing and vulnerable than the way he’d done it last time.
“beomgyu…” you whined, turning your head to the side, wanting to hide your face in the pillow next to you.
“relax, puppy…” he soothed.
he touched you like the tips of his fingers were leaving soft kisses wherever they passed. his index finger traced along your folds delicately, his middle finger soon joining it, starting to stroke and rub along that same path.
from between your legs, your owner could hear your breathing growing heavier. he could also feel the way you shifted slightly, seeking more contact, silently asking for more.
“juuust checking. no need to get jittery…”
without warning, beomgyu pressed his thumb against your clit, making your hips jolt and a small sound slip from your lips. a faint smile tugged at his mouth as he slowly slid his thumb down from that sensitive spot to your wet entrance, rubbing there in a way that pulled another soft, breathy sigh from you. your legs relaxed more and more around his shoulders.
“gonna open it now, ok puppy?” he said, positioning his index and middle fingers on either side of your little entrance.
“mhmm…” you answered with some difficulty, your needy brain already starting to short-circuit because of beomgyu.
and then beomgyu started to stretch his fingers slowly, testing your small hole to see how far it would go, his attentive eyes exploring your entrance, searching for your hymen inside. he couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight.
“you won’t stop gushing, princess” he looked up from where he was, straight into your eyes, his gaze dark. “really can’t hold back for a little while?”
you looked away, embarrassed.
“i’m sorry, gyu… it has been so hard… this week without you, i mean” you said, meekly.
his expression softened.
“forgive me for that, sweetheart” he tilted his head slightly, pressing one or two wet kisses to the inside of your trembling thigh. “took such good care of you and then left you to figure things out on your own…”
“i’ll make up for it, i promise.”
your eyes snapped back to him at his choice of words, anticipation pooling low in your stomach.
beomgyu leaned in closer to your center. he parted his lips, blowing a warm breath over your clit that made your whole body tense immediately, drawing a satisfied little chuckle from him.
so sensitive.
“you can pull on my hair if you want, puppy” he suggested, and then parted his lips again, bringing his drooling tongue straight to your clit.
a soft, startled cry slipped from you. you didn’t understand, and it was so embarrassing having your owner there, his mouth buried between your thighs.
but then you did. you understood completely.
beomgyu sucked that sensitive bud between his plump lips, swirling his tongue around it in a way that made the lower half of your body go numb and the upper half feel like it was floating.
you could feel the warmth of his saliva mixing with your slick, dripping down and gathering at your entrance. the sounds he made while sucking, combined with the low vibrations of the occasional grunts against you, were making your head spin.
“o-oh my- gyu…” you tried to say, though it came out so quiet you weren’t even sure he heard.
he started flicking the tip of his tongue quickly against your clit, holding you in place with one arm over your hip when you began to squirm too much, your whines growing softer and needier.
“hmm…” he murmured. “too sweet for me” he said, muffled against you.
“pleasepleaseplease” you started to beg almost unconsciously, your mind already too far gone.
“please what, sweet thing?” he asked, before flattening his tongue against your clit, sliding against it slowly, watching your desperate reactions, your trembling fingers finally finding something to hold onto in beomgyu’s dark locks.
“p-please, gyu…” you couldn’t do anything but beg, not even sure what you were asking for anymore.
“dumb baby…” beomgyu chuckled against your pussy, giving your thigh a light slap that made you jolt a little. “doesn’t even know what she’s asking for” he said in a tone of mock sympathy that made your head spin. “but that’s fine. i do.”
he gripped your thighs more firmly now, keeping them spread for him as he started sucking on your bundle of nerves again, making your little moans falter and your hips grow restless under the overstimulation. still, he held you in place, not letting you move away.
“i know, pretty… it’ll feel even better when you cum on my tongue” he murmured, pulling away from your pussy now and then just to speak and tease you in the process. “hm? what’s that? wanna give it to me?”
you started nodding desperately, babbling incoherently, something that only made him laugh when he couldn’t understand a single word.
“okay, pretty girl. come for me then.”
he said it, and finally stopped teasing you. going back to sucking at your needy clit like it was the last thing he’d ever do. and then you, with a slightly stronger tug on beomgyu’s hair followed by a shaky moan that matched the tremble of your thighs, came on your owner’s tongue. him taking everything you had to give, collecting all of your release with his tongue before swallowing, letting out a satisfied hum.
“good girl, best girl…” he said softly, lifting his head slowly after pressing one last kiss to your thigh. he licked his lips clean, wiping the dampness from his chin with the back of his hand as he moved closer to you —breathless, still coming back to yourself, sunk into the cushions.
you reached your arms out, trying to pull him closer, and he understood immediately, bringing his body nearer to yours.
one of your hands reached his face, your trembling fingers brushing over his cheek, while the other rested on his warm shoulder, exposed by the tank top he was wearing.
“gyu, can i ask for something…” you started softly, a little hesitant.
“don’t worry, love. i’ll still show you how to use the vibrator. i was just-”
“n-no, it’s not that.” you interrupted him, feeling your cheeks burn again. your gaze dropping from his blown wide pupils down to the floor.
“i was going to ask for a kiss” you whispered. this time, he heard you. “i-if you don’t mind, of course” you added quickly, your voice a little louder.
beomgyu blinked in slight surprise, and then his face softened, an affectionate smile forming on his lips.
“you can always ask me that, you know?” he murmured, his voice low, almost too sweet. “though i wouldn’t mind stealing a kiss from such a pretty thing like you, looking at me with those big, pretty eyes.”
your breath caught.
gently, he took your wrists and guided them to either side of your face, pressing them lightly into the pillow beneath you as he leaned closer. his gaze dropped to your lips for just a moment before returning to your eyes.
then he leaned in.
the kiss was slow, soft, almost shy at first. his lips meeting yours with a gentleness that made your heart race, like he cared more about feeling you than rushing anything. and little by little, you relaxed into him.
your fingers curled slightly against the pillow, limited by the way he still held your wrists. he responded by tilting his head more carefully, deepening the kiss just enough to draw a quiet sigh from you against his mouth.
it was warm, but more than anything, it was gentle. the kind that made you want to stay there a little longer, wrapped up in him, forgetting everything else.
and the better it felt, the more you wanted beomgyu.
maybe that’s why your hips were already lifting, shyly rubbing against his covered thigh.
beomgyu smirked against your lips when he felt something warm and damp seeping through the fabric of his sweats. soon, you both pulled apart, a thin string of saliva still connecting you for a second.
“got you needy, sweet thing?” he leaned in to whisper hotly into your ear, still not letting go of your wrists.
“hm, a little…” you replied meekly.
“my bad…” you felt him let go of your wrists and straighten up, now towering over you again. “it was totally my intention though.”
you shivered at that.
“care to tell gyu where your needy ass left the poor vibrator this time?” he asked, a bit firmer now, his gaze distracted as the tip of his index finger traced small shapes over the sensitive skin of your stomach, where he’d pushed your top up a little. “is it slick with your pussy on my bed again? or did you get more creative today?”
then he lifted his eyes to yours.
you felt your heart skip a beat, your face impossibly warm as you remembered where you’d left the gift your owner had given you, after another failed attempt at making it fit earlier that day.
you reached a hand under the pillow your head was resting on, avoiding beomgyu’s gaze with everything you had as you pulled the phallic object from underneath.
you looked at the vibrator in your hand, then back up at him shyly. he still hadn’t shown any clear reaction, until a quiet breathy laugh slipped from him.
“in the living room, love?”
“i-i swear i remembered to clean it this time…” you rushed to explain, even though he hadn’t asked that specifically.
“hmm…” he murmured, raising a brow in mild suspicion. then he held out his hand in a silent request for you to give it to him.
you hesitated for half a second, anxiety creeping in, but handed it over anyway.
there’s no way he can know… right?
technically, no.
but you didn’t expect the way beomgyu brought the toy up to his face, taking in its scent from base to tip before parting his lips and, without much ceremony, dragging his tongue along the head, taking a good part of its length into his mouth. he sucked on it for awhile, tasting it, before letting it slip out with a soft ‘pop’ —all while never taking his eyes off you.
you, on the other hand, were completely frozen.
“…you really don’t know how to lie, pretty” he said, giving you a disapproving look as he settled himself back between your legs. “besides, i don’t need to lick your toys clean every time to know my puppy girl gets fucking irrational when she’s needy. even cleaning a vibe is too much for her to remember.”
“now, let’s start, hm?”
beomgyu lowered himself back down to the level of your hips over the pillow again, this time with the vibrator in one hand while the other held your left thigh open for him.
“beomgyu, are you sure it’s really going to fit?” you asked, worried. he leaned in briefly, pressing a light, warm kiss to your lips.
“i am, princess” he reassured you, looking into your eyes as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “it’s a little big, and your pussy is really tight, so it might take some work for us. but if we go slow, and you’re very good for me, i’ll make it fit. okay?”
you nodded, trusting him, even if you were still a bit hesitant after all your failed attempts before.
he pulled back, settling again between your legs.
“now i just need you to relax for me, ok?” he asked in that deep, gentle voice, pressing the small button to turn the vibrator on, the soft buzzing filling the room.
you nodded again, looking at him as he brought the toy closer, pressing it lightly against you. testing, watching your reactions.
you instinctively tensed at the feeling of that pleasant vibration against your folds. beomgyu moved the vibrator slowly, gathering the slick at your entrance and spreading it along you, brushing over your clit every now and then just to hear your soft, surprised sounds.
“so good, gyu…” you sighed dreamily, melting into the pillows.
“glad you liked the gift, princess” he murmured, almost mesmerized by the way you responded to him. “i’ve been dreaming of using it on you all week, you know…” he admitted, pressing it more deliberately against your clit now, pulling a needy moan from you and a soft roll of your hips against the toy.
the vibration slowly trailed down until it reached your entrance, where beomgyu turned it off.
“it might feel weird at first” he said, collecting a bit more of your slick with the tip of the toy, gently massaging your entrance with it. “but don’t worry. i’ll make it feel good soon, promise.”
“o-ok…” you replied, trying not to get nervous. you just wanted it to work, wanted to stay as calm and relaxed as possible for him.
“gonna put it in, ok baby?” you nodded, looking for something steady to hold onto with your hands.
beomgyu started to push in, carefully. you were very wet, but even so, he felt a slight resistance that almost made his eyes roll back. god, he could barely wait to replace that stupid plastic toy with his own cock. it felt unfair.
“you okay?” he asked gently, looking up at you.
“m-mhm…” you murmured back, half lying. you were so tense it almost felt unfair, and you didn’t know how to make your body relax.
he kept trying —waiting, pushing little by little— but your body seemed to resist him completely, like it was actively pushing him out.
“gyu, i-i don’t think it’s going to go in” you said, your voice coming out a little shaky, almost teary, your hands restless around you.
beomgyu stopped, lifting his gaze to you, watching your expression and the way you reacted.
“i never managed to get it inside before…” your eyes started to water, turning red. “it probably won’t now either, right”
beomgyu cast one last glance at your pussy, completely soaked, with only half of the toy’s tip inside, and then moved closer to you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to your lips that were still pouting sadly. then he whispered, just between the two of you:
“princess. do you want to spend your whole heat just soaking your panties and grinding against my pillow just to feel a little better…?”
you held your breath.
“or are you going to turn that little head off like a good girl and fuck the vibrator like i’m telling you to, so you can climb onto my bed and bounce on my cock whenever you want, hm?”
your ears perked up immediately. you blinked a few times, staring at him.
“i-i will!” you answered, a bit clumsy, but with a hint of excitement in your voice. “i won’t think about anything else, i promise, gyu.”
“good” beomgyu replied, satisfied with your reaction.
if he had a treat, he would’ve given it to you right away. but since the closest thing to a reward for an obedient puppy in his hands was a vibrator, he was going to make good use of that instead.
“now, my obedient little girl will only pay attention to my hands and the nice things they're about to do to her, right?”
“yes!” you said softly, nodding quickly.
“good girl” beomgyu praised, turning his attention back to your pussy and the toy. “let’s get back to it then.”
you seemed more determined now, but beomgyu, being the good owner he was, decided to help a little more too. he removed his hand from your thigh, replacing it with his own thighs to keep you spread open, and brought that hand up to your clit instead. his thumb starting to rub slow, circular motions that nearly made you drool combined with the gentle push of the toy into your pussy.
“that’s it, sweet baby…” he guided you through it. pushing was still difficult because of your inexperience, but now he was finally making some real progress.
by now, he’d managed to get about half of the toy inside you. all while rubbing your little bundle of nerves and calling you sweet names. praising you for every inch you managed to take.
“am i doing good, gyu?” you asked between soft sighs and whines, seeking his approval. “you… you think i’d be able to take you too?”
beomgyu bit the corner of his lower lip, holding back a wicked smile.
“baby, wanna know a little secret?” he whispered, barely hiding his excitement.
you nodded, visibly trembling, since he clearly had no intention of giving your poor clit a break.
“you know that toy that’s almost all the way inside you right now…?”
you nodded again between quiet moans, glancing down briefly as his fingers pushed it a little deeper inside you.
“it’s exactly the same size... and same girth as my cock” his tone dropped, lower, heavier. “it’s a custom copy i got, just to train your little pussy for me.”
the words hit you all at once. your whole body reacted, a warm shock running up your spine, making your breath hitch.
“r-really?” it came out soft, quiet, but full of realization.
“yeah, love” beomgyu murmured, voice low and steady, pushing the toy a centimeter deeper into you.
“see?” he murmured, leaning his face closer to yours, his gaze dropping for a moment before returning to your eyes. “it’s just like mine…”
his lips nearly brushed yours when he added, softer:
“and you’re taking it so well.”
and then, without warning, he pushed in a little more.
a breath slipped out of you instantly, your body reacting before you could even think, your fingers curling tightly into the cushions beneath you. beomgyu let his gaze fall for a moment, attentive, watching the way you reacted, the way your body adjusted, opened, got used to it.
“there you go…” he murmured, low, like he was guiding you. and in a way, he was.
another small movement, controlled, patient. and then he stopped.
“all in” he said slowly, looking back up at you, his voice softer now. “good job, princess.”
you barely had time to process the praise —and the fact that you’d actually managed to get it all in it— before he leaned in a little closer, his eyes still locked on yours.
“we’ll leave it like this for a little while now” he murmured, his voice low, almost too gentle for the way his eyes still lingered on you. his thumb was already back to tracing slow, absentminded circles over your clit. “gotta stretch you out properly.”
“no, gyu…” you pleaded, your voice slightly strained from how overwhelmed you felt with all those new sensations. “…you can try to move, please.”
“but it’ll hurt a little if i move now, puppy,” he explained carefully, like he was trying to soothe you at the same time.
“it won’t” you said, a little clumsy, without a hint of certainty in your own words. “i really, really need to feel it” you whined. “…want to pretend that it’s you” you admitted softly, looking anywhere but at his dark eyes that felt like they were burning holes into your skin.
beomgyu let out a quiet chuckle, his cock twitching and leaking even more inside the tight confinement of his boxers at your innocent little confession.
“okay then, sweet thing…” he said, gripping the base of the vibrator inside you a little more firmly. “tell me if you need a break, alright?”
you nodded meekly, curling into the pillows as you braced yourself, both excited and nervous for his next move.
he gave a small experimental twist as he slowly pulled the toy out of you, hearing your breath hitch, his attention never leaving your pussy.
once he’d pulled a good portion out, he lifted his eyes back to your face, watching every little expression as he pushed it back in again, slow and steady —his thumb never stopping its moves on your clit.
“doing so good for me” he praised, his voice drawn out, heavy with want. the way your mouth fell open and your body writhed as he pulled out and pushed back in, going impossibly deep each time, was making him start to imagine things himself now —that you were taking him instead. he couldn’t wait to show you what a real, warm and heavy cock felt like.
as he noticed the little signs of pain and discomfort fading from your face, beomgyu gradually began to pick up the pace of his thrusts with the toy.
“liking it so far?” he asked, already starting to doubt your ability to answer properly at this point. the way you already seemed completely cockdrunk on a vibrator was driving him feral.
“gyu, i-i’m- hmmm”
he smirked, speeding up a little more, along with his finger on your clit. the wet, constant sounds filling the room.
“you enjoying getting fucked on my cock, pretty?” he asked again —alowing himself to be a little delusional with his choice of words—, more to tease you than to actually check. all he got back was a drawn out, needy moan from you.
“y-yeah… please, gyu, soso good…” you managed to get out, your body trembling all over.
“so happy to hear that, princess” he said, tilting the toy upward on a particular thrust inside you, his eyes locked on your reaction.
“o-oh, my god…” you practically whispered, without the strength to say it aloud. your lips red and bitten, falling open.
“what, baby? does it feel good here?” he played dumb, angling the toy again on the next push, rubbing the tip against that sensitive spot experimentally.
you whined louder now, babbling nonsense as you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer. the sound of his voice, the way he spoke to you, everything only scrambled your senses more.
“gyuuuu, hmm-” you couldn’t even finish a single sentence. you would’ve been embarrassed if you had any self awareness left.
“gonna cum on my cock, puppy?” he murmured, his voice low, almost brushing against the skin of your thigh. “show me how good you can be for me?”
you didn’t really answer, just a soft, broken sound slipping from your lips as your head tipped back slightly. your whole body was trembling now, every breath short and uneven, like you were always one step behind the feeling building inside you.
“give it to me, pretty girl” he said, spitting a thick glob of saliva right onto your clit as his thumb sped up, messier now, paired with deep thrusts into your pussy that echoed through the room. something tightened low in your stomach at that.
your eyes shut immediately, your fingers clenching as a broken sound slipped from your mouth. the sensation rushed through you completely, making your body arch slightly, your breath catching so hard you almost choked on it.
your legs trembled, losing all strength as you came apart completely like that.
“gyugyugyugyu…” it was all you could do, repeating his name dumbly as you melted into it.
“that’s it…” he whispered, more to himself than to you, like he was taking in every detail of your reaction.
and even when that hazy state started to fade, your body was still trembling, sensitive, heavy, still trying to come back to itself. when you finally managed to look at him again, beomgyu was already watching you. attentive, quiet. entranced by you.
he cleaned his thumb with his tongue, and then his hand moved up slowly along your waist, over your torso. soothing you, grounding you little by little, until it reached your face.
“breathe” he murmured, his thumb brushing your skin in a slow rhythm, completely different from before. “did so well for me, love.”
a shaky breath slipped from your lips, followed by another, smaller one, your body still reacting in little aftershocks, too sensitive for anything but that gentle touch.
“so well that i think…” he sighed, leaning in closer, his gaze dropping to your lips. “that we’ll do it properly next time.”
you felt his covered cock —hard, warm, and pulsing— brush lightly along the curve of your inner thigh, way too close to your pussy.
synopsis: if choi beomgyu is an infestation, he’s already latched onto you, like a cute puppy that’s always trailing behind its owner. but every relationship has ups and downs, so here are yours
pairing: rodrick coded!beomgyu x regina coded!reader
warnings: oral (f!receiving), degradation, p in v, getting caught, sub!gyu, fluff + smut, beomgyu literally just beomgyu that’s a warning, MINORS DNI
word count: 4.7k
notes: yeahhhh i put this off for way too long but i fell back into the beomgyu trap and finally finished it + this one is a lot more cute couple stuff than loser.exe since it’s established relationship now hehe + puppy.exe can be read as a standalone but i would recommend reading loser.exe for shits and giggles lol + beomgyu’s such a cutie + i hope you enjoy!!! <3
forget boyfriend, beomgyu’s like your dog.
he follows you around everywhere, circling your ankles and whines when you ignore him, always seems to know when you’re about to sit so he can flop over you shamelessly.
he pokes and prods at you for little scraps of praise, pouting and whining until you relent. it’s not that different from before, you suppose.
just, more domesticated. he’s a cute puppy.
you probably wouldn’t put him on your walls anymore, though. why should you when the real thing is so easily accessible now?
trophy boyfriend, loser/lover, poster boy. still a pretty little loser.
fine, so maybe you do like him.
…yeah, whatever.
“fuck, slow down,” you hiss. beomgyu keeps his face buried between your thighs, fingers digging into your waist greedily as he laps at your slick.
he tongues at your clit, panting against you as his eyes round on you adoringly, mumbling out a half-baked, “so good.”
he spits on your pussy, forming incoherent murmurs as he admires the way your hips rock subtly into his hand as he rubs the little bud. there’s a wet patch tenting his pants that’s becoming increasingly hard to ignore, unable to help shifting around as his tongue flicks over your clit again and he runs it along your folds
“gyu–” your protest catches over a cry when his tongue fucks deep inside you, one hand groping up clumsily at your tits as his drool mixes with your wetness, “ohmygod.”
“mm,” he’s whining, the vibrations causing your vision to blur for a moment. his hips are rocking slightly, and you only notice the way he’s grinding against the bed when he starts blubbering against you.
beomgyu doesn’t falter, maintaining his rhythm almost desperately. he swirls your clit, sucking on it before slipping deep inside you, dragging through your folds before he’s drowning in you again, drinking you in like the moon. your fingers find his hair, tugging at his locks harshly and he whimpers, crying a little as his hips stutter.
“so ah pathetic,” you manage, teeth catching your lip, “wanted to fuck me so bad but you can’t even do one simple task–ah, fuck!”
beomgyu lets his teeth graze your clit, almost in retaliation, and your legs tighten around his head, caging him in. you don’t care if you’ve trapped him, the fucking freak probably likes it anyway.
his head lifts from your cunt suddenly, neck knocking against your ankles. his hair is a mess and he’s tearing up the way he always does when it’s too much, too good–
“wanna be inside you,” he pants, “please, baby, need it.”
he’s already fumbling at his pants, palming his weeping cock and pressing it against your slick folds, barely holding back from rutting like an animal.
“only good boys deserve that,” you coo, all cloying and damn fake because you need him inside you too, need him fucking your brains out until you don’t even remember how to bully him, “have you been a good boy, puppy?”
beomgyu lets out a full-on sob, rubbing his tip against your arousal frenziedly, “been a good boy, please, i promise– please, been a good puppy, need you baby, need it so bad please–”
he can barely think straight, doesn’t even realize he’s already inside until your walls are enveloping him and god, he knows you’re gonna edge him for hours for this but right now he’d take anything for your sweet, wet cunt around him. to make things worse for him, you clench around him immediately and he’s cumming, tears slipping from his eyes as they squeeze shut, lips parting to let out miserable little sounds as he shamefully floods you with warmth.
“such a bad, bad mm puppy,” you pant, still gushing around him. you came as well, he registers faintly, as slick coats his length, “i think i should punish you, gyu. what do you think?”
he flushes at the humiliation, moreso when he likes it.
“keep you on your knees, let you rut against the floor like some slut,” you pull him down to you slowly, eyes bright despite the flush coating your features, his own glassy and dark.
he’s normally so bratty, talks himself up until he’s kneeling at your feet. you’ll let him rest for a bit before you play with him, you think. let him get all overconfident again and reduce him to a whimpering mess.
“you’d be so cute, puppy.”
he nuzzles against you, barely registering your words as he sinks heavily onto you. you scowl.
“hey, don’t fall asleep on me, asshole! get off!”
“what do you think?”
you hold the paper up for momo to see, fingertips crinkling the top of the sketch slightly.
“who’s that?” momo queries, glossing over the drawing with a quick up-down-up-down.
“my art class’s ta,” you turn the paper towards yourself once more, pondering the inner ear’s structure for a moment. it looks a touch… vermiculate. unnaturally so, “we’re supposed to draw someone in our class and guess each other’s person. does it look like him?”
“kind of? i don’t think his nose is that high, though.”
“really,” you hum, the drawing’s various intricacies devolving as you gnaw relentlessly at its intensifying weaknesses, “ugh, i wish i had a reference picture. it would’ve been so much easier if it was gyu or one of the girls.”
“you can draw me,” momo proffers, throwing her head back and striking an exuberant pose with her fingers splayed across her face and her legs thrown across the bench.
“yeah, yeah,” you set the paper down on the table, the sunlight brightening some smudges on the paper as the clouds part for their moses, “it can only be people in our class and i wanted a challenge. he looks… unique.”
“i mean,” momo bites her nail saucily, “he’s kinda cute, what’s his handle?”
you swat at her half-heartedly, “save it for when we graduate.”
beomgyu happens upon the drawing while he’s excavating your backpack for his sweater.
“what’s this?”
you glance back, generally registering the lines that compose park sungho.
“art assignment. you can just leave it there, try not to fold it though.”
“okay,” your boyfriend lets it drop back into the backpack, eventually unearthing his sweater stuffed with your computer. he throws it on the bed.
“actually, could you give the drawing to me?” you turn your chair towards him, “i wanna fix a few things.”
he hands it to you, gaze locked on you intently.
“what?” you laugh, “jealous?”
“of that dork?” he huffs, “of course not.”
“considering you, i’d say i have a history of dorks.”
“...hmph.”
he walks over slowly. even from upside down he can see the features clearly. sungho’s slightly parted lips, soft eyes, wispy hair tickling his forehead. he’s never really paid much attention to him outside of occasional acknowledgements in the hallways. it’s never really mattered.
why should it?
he peers into your dressing mirror as you tend to your drawing.
“do you think i should cut my hair?” he asks, suddenly, feeling a few strands of his hair before the mirror. his lips are set in that perpetual sulkiness, thumbing at his collar with his other hand.
“no,” you don’t even have to look up at him to answer, “why?”
“i don’t know,” he mumbles, “we’re dating now, right? i feel like i should look the part.”
“you do look the part,” you scoff, “you know, good girl, bad boy. hot girl, emo loser.”
“hey!”
“your words, not mine.”
“i just– i don’t know. i think i’d look… cleaner.”
“doesn’t suit you,” you tell him, “unless you really, genuinely want it, you look better as a freak.”
“so you like it,” his lips curve widely, eyes narrowing as he locks eyes with you.
“ugh! were you seriously just doing this for praise?” you scowl, “sure, whatever dipshit. it’s hot.”
“aha!”
“what are you doing?” you frown at him, one hand on your hip in the doorway of his bathroom. his dorm is an absolute mess compared to yours, and you had nearly tripped over the guitar stand coming in.
the scissors clatter in the sink as he whirls around to face you, “oh, fuck, you scared me! why are you here?”
you roll your eyes, “to see you, obviously. are you seriously cutting it?”
“um, yeah…”
“yeah, okay, no,” you scowl, tugging him out of the bathroom, “lesson one of, like, not looking terrible. don’t cut your own hair unless you know what you’re doing.”
his head lowers, almost shyly as you analyse your losses. he hasn’t cut any, yet, although it’s messier than his usual messy.
“i thought you changed your mind,” you mutter, fingers smoothing over his locks systematically, “are you really going for it?”
“yeah,” he nods, a little too fervently for the incipient dip of his lips. his expression drops too quickly for even his usual false bravado, gaze slipping to your ankles, “i mean, no. no. i don’t know why i said yes. i’ve been standing there for half an hour already ‘cause i just couldn’t do it.”
“why are you even cutting it?” you attempt, gaze gleaning the folds of his hair in the absence of his eyes.
he hesitates for once; really pauses to think, something that rarely occurs in your presence.
“i don’t know,” he mumbles after a spell, “i guess… i thought it would make you like me more.”
“oh, um, that sounds weird,” he backtracks quickly, “like, basically what i just said but imagine it less desperate.”
“difficult thing to do, believe me,” you snort.
his brows scrunch up all petulantly at that and you fold, “ugh, fine. whatever. just, like, why?”
when he fails to answer, you step back from him with a quiet sigh, planting your hands on your hips.
“is it because i told sakura that your hair keeps getting in my mouth when we kiss?”
he gapes at you, “huh??”
“nevermind,” you dismiss quickly before he can pursue the topic, “is it because of sungho?”
silence. he fidgets with his pockets awkwardly.
“okayyyy, is it because of peer pressure?”
“you sound like my mom,” he mumbles.
you scoff, “is your mom hot?”
he gapes at you again.
“my bad,” you proffer, “come on, loser, i can’t guess forever.”
“… sungho,” he admits finally.
“i, um,” he continues ploddingly, admiring the floorboards intensely, “you were drawing him… and i thought you, um, y’know…”
“I don’t know, though,” you counter.
he pouts at you pleadingly, “don’t make me say it… i’ll sound stupid.”
“it’s never bothered you before,” you tell him, enjoying his suffering a little too much to be healthy.
“i was jealous, okay?” he grumbles, effectively boring holes into the floor now, “I figured if you spent too much time drawing and staring at his face you would get bored of mine, so i— i wanted to cut it like his.”
his head dips shamefully, voice lowering to a whisper near the end.
you hesitate for a moment, approaching him tentatively.
“i… will probably like you no matter how you look,” you acquiesce.
his head raises slowly, “even if i bleach my eyebrows?”
“...don’t push it.”
“can i go bald?”
“absolutely not.”
he breaks out into a grin almost immediately, lurching forwards to hug you suddenly. you stumble, patting his back begrudgingly.
“i knew you loved me!” he declares ebulliently.
“nope,” you scoff, trying to shove him away to no avail, “i already comforted you, i draw the line at this bullshit.”
“too late~” he sing-songs, “you’re stuck with meeeee~”
he nuzzles against you indulgently, grinning against your neck.
before long he tilts to mouth at your neck sloppily, hips shifting against you.
“ugh, stop humping me,” you huff, “you’re like a dog. at least fuck me properly.”
“woof,” he plays into it, practically drooling.
your eyes lilt dangerously, shoving him down onto the bed, narrowly avoiding knocking his head into the guitar.
you kick it to the side (pausing for a moment as you recall the dedication he has to playing it), as gently as you can to a half-hearted ‘hey!’ from underneath you.
you shush him quietly, two hands caressing his tie and tugging him upwards.
he lets out a muffled whine against your lips as you kiss him, your fingers fisting into his hair. his hands unfasten your skirt hastily, surprisingly coordinated considering his eyes are half-closed in bliss.
“pathetic,” you demean affectionately, fingers twirling the end of his tie.
his breath hitches when you pull the tie taut, gaze blurring in and out of a daze of lust. he watches you lovingly, lips parted dreamily, not really aware of what’s being said, “mm, thank you, baby.”
you let the string of spit connecting your lips fall into his mouth, his head lolling backwards. his hands fall from your skirt, entire body going lax, held up only by your hand in his hair and the other wrapped up in his tie.
“come on,” you taunt, “you wanted this so bad, at least follow through.”
it’s gasoline to his fire, as your voice lowers sweetly, “you don’t want to have to jerk off in a corner, right?”
you reach down to palm his hard-on through the rapidly dampening fabric of his shorts. he stares up at you dumbly, pawing thoughtlessly at your arm.
“you can’t even talk,” you scoff, “but that’s okay, because you’ll be a good boy! right, gyu?”
he lets out some choked, garbled mess of a sound, eyes blown wide open, hips rubbing together uncontrollably.
you sigh deliberately, unbuttoning your shirt slowly, “you’re so out-of-it already. i guess i’ll have to do this by myself.”
he snaps back into reality quickly, latching onto you with a ‘no!’
beomgyu tugs you down on top of him, your back arched and skirt flared up so that your gaze is level to his as you look down. he’s fumbling at his pants clumsily, so you take pity on him and unclasp your bra, letting him salivate over your tits so he has something to distract himself with.
as usual, his mind blanks immediately, fingers frozen for a good few seconds, before he’s practically ripping at his pants with renewed vigor. it’s adorable, you think, before you can control it. no matter how many times he has sex with you, he still never fails to react like it’s the first time all over again.
“cutie,” you tease, dragging him up by the tie to kiss him again. he’s pliant against you, boneless aside from his boner, “why would i ever need sungho when i have you right here? my dumb little bimbo boyfriend.”
you’re not sure what exactly prompts the pitiful, high-pitched keen that leaves beomgyu. from your experience practically everything you just said could reduce him to pieces. maybe it’s the situation, you decide: sprawled beneath you, choking him a little with his tie, gazing down at him like he’s the most pathetic thing you’ve ever seen even though you’re talking to him like he’s precious. he just wants to be your dumb little bimbo boyfriend, doesn’t he? just wants to stay here forever.
“[nameeeeee]…” he whines, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling himself up to hide his face against your collarbones.
you giggle a little, “aww, are you crying?”
a pause. “oh my god, you’re crying!”
he sniffles against you as you start to pet his hair, “gyu, what’s wrong?”
“don’t wan’ you to leave me,” he hiccups, “just wanna be your baby forever.”
“aww,” you coo, cradling his face in your hands, all teary and delectable, “that’s kind of concerning, but you look adorable like this! such a cute crybaby.”
he seems to melt into you at that, slack-jawed and eyes glazed over. all it takes is a little praise and he’s a viscous mess on his sheets.
beomgyu. god, he’s beautiful.
the door is flung open suddenly. “yah, idiot, get up—”
soobin breaks off into a shriek, whirling around into the wall.
you scramble off of beomgyu, fingers shoving the buttons of your shirt back into place. beomgyu shoots up, tugging his pants back up and practically tackling soobin.
he starts shoving the other boy away, out of your line of sight.
“quick, get out!” he hisses, “i’m having the best day of my life right now!”
the older boy lets out a squeak, “my eyes are unclean!!!!! get me some bleach!!!!”
he flees down the stairs to the best of his ability, still shielding his eyes. the others glance up at beomgyu from the base of the steps.
yeonjun gives a grin, “having fun?”
“shut up,” beomgyu hisses, voice still all high-pitched from how red his face is getting, “stop ruining my chances with girls!”
“she’s already your girlfriend, man,” taehyun sighs, “at least lock the door next time.”
“good luck, hyung!” huening kai chirps.
not long after the sound of a lock clicks. yeonjun shrugs, slinging his arms around taehyun and hyuka and setting off to hunt down the escaped soobin.
you’re already fully dressed when beomgyu scampers back, snickering a little at how flushed he’s gotten. he’s still half-hard, holding his pants up manually.
“you’re leaving already?” he pouts, awkwardly zipping his pants back up.
“i did what I came to do,” you counter, “your hair’s been saved and i got my daily fix of you progressively getting more and more needy.”
“but—”
“don’t go too soft on me now,” you chide, pinching his cheek as you brush past him, “i’ll see you in humanities tomorrow.”
“see you,” he answers petulantly. it’s all soobin’s fault, he decides. but he should probably start locking his door, shouldn’t he?
yeah, he should. but before that, he has more pressing matters to deal with, already planning to dig through his hidden photos for a few shots he had begged you for and finish off what you started.
the main problem, you’ve come to find, is that beomgyu is horribly, irrationally, irrevocably jealous.
it’s deserved, in a way. you’re certainly not lacking in similar boys lapping at your ankles. but retaliation isn’t something you expected. he does too many stupid things for your attention. this is one of them.
“why do i feel like you two have reverted back to pre-dating?” sakura murmurs, staring intently at beomgyu and chaewon.
“what do you mean?”
“well, look at them. i thought he rejected her ages ago.”
you scoff, “don’t dwell on it. he does this all the time. it’s provocation.”
“you don’t ever get tired of it?” sakura frowns.
“it’s fun,” you proffer, “he flirts for attention, i give him the cold shoulder. he has something to chase after that way, and i get to be that something. it works when it works.”
“i wish taehyun would do that,” sakura sighs softly, “i’m always the one running after him.”
“i mean, every relationship functions in a different way,” you shrug, “but it doesn’t hurt to change it up every once in a while.”
a text buzzes from your phone, face-down on the table.
3:41 pm
gyu (mine): wanna come sit with me?
[nickname]: thought u were sitting with chaewon
gyu (mine): are u jealous
[nickname]: this again
[nickname]: in your dreams
gyu (mine): in my dreams you’re nicer to me :(
[nickname]: keep dreaming then
[nickname]: if ur rlly gonna stay there at least don’t lead the poor girl on
gyu (mine): just admit ur jealous
[nickname]: oh my days
[nickname]: will it make you stop
gyu (mine): only if u make it really big and dramatic
[nickname]: ill pass
[nickname]: just keep spamming ill stop replying
5+ messages from gyu (mine):
3:50 pm
gyu (mine): come backkkkk
gyu (mine): hmph
gyu (mine): ig ill have to use my secret weapon
his secret weapon, you quickly discover, really is a weapon. you nearly have a heart attack when you see him in humanities.
he looks… cleaned up.
you can actually see the skin of his eyelid. his fingers don’t have metal covering them. his tie is actually tied.
he’s chewing bright pink bubblegum. he’s wearing converse with neatly tied laces. his hair is brushed so that it sits obediently against his nape.
what the actual fuck?
“i—what—uh,” you’re taken aback enough to actually stutter in his presence, looking at him like he’s grown two heads. worse than that, actually. you would rather he have two heads if both heads looked normal.
“choi beomgyu, what the fuck did you do?”
“ohhhh, so now you’re talking to me,” he slips into his seat next to you, all smug and prim and proper and wrong, “i see how it is.”
you look horrified, “no, no, that’s not how we’re doing this. you tell me right now who did this to you.”
“i did it myself,” he flicks a lock of your hair kittenishly, “why, you don’t like it?”
“no,” you scowl, “you look so… preppy. eugh.”
“hmph,” he crosses his arms, turning away from you, “i think it’s cute. a good change of style, you know? switch things up.”
you glare at his side profile, at his fresh vitality and how endearing the sudden change makes him seem. he looks softer, sweeter like this. in truth you think he looks good no matter what he has going on; pretty little loser agenda, you suppose.
but you sort of miss the eyeliner freak and the bedhead of a wolfcut that has now been condensed into something more docile, though obviously you’ll never say anything to him about it.
something does escape you, eventually.
“you look… pretty,” you acquiesce, “i guess.”
he glances at you immediately, head cocking, “better then before?”
“no, not… quite,” you hesitate, “you look good either way. it’s less of the… uh, aesthetic and more of the, well, you.”
he’s silent, sober for a few moments. a rare occurrence in class, particularly humanities. even the professor seems to lull at the sudden quietude, before resuming the class.
“that’s really sweet,” he mumbles, looking down and picking at a hangnail.
“don’t get used to it,” you mutter.
there’s something gnawing at you, an urge in the back of your mind to do something destructive like break up with him or kiss him or something similarly impulsive. it’s perplexing and aberrant and you kick him lightly under the table to satiate the discomfort.
“ow…” he huffs, “what was that for?”
you neglect to answer him, grasping his jaw instead and turning his face towards you. he blinks, complying diffidently.
there’s something missing, you realize. he really does look better with eyeliner. you glance at the front of the room. the professor is absent like beomgyu’s dignity, so you keep one hand holding onto your boyfriend’s face and the other feeling around in your bag for the familiar pen.
“stay still,” you murmur, letting the lid roll towards his desk and focusing on his face. his large, bright marbles for eyes; wide and earnest and wholeheartedly centered on you.
“you look… good,” you concede, “like, good. but it’s missing that touch of flair.”
you can feel the silly grin that forms on his face against your fingertips, “you like it?”
you scowl, “i like you. now stay still.”
his eyeliner tends to be a lot heavier than yours, and you try to produce it to the best of your ability, leaning forwards.
you’re close enough to feel the warmth of his breath against your lips, one thumb pressing lightly into his cheek to keep him still.
“don’t blink,” you warn.
“i never blink,” he murmurs.
you pause. “you blink all the time.”
“not when you’re this close.”
…right. idiot.
you ignore him, angling his face slightly towards the light spilling in from the windows. his lashes flutter anyway, betraying him, and you click your tongue in annoyance.
“if you mess this up i’m actually going to kill you.”
“worth it,” he says immediately.
you drag the liner across his lash line, slow and deliberate. his skin is warm under your fingers, softer than you expect, and you have to steady your hand when he exhales shakily.
he’s watching you.
of course he is.
his eyes don’t leave your face for even a second—wide, glossy, like you’re doing something far more important than fixing his stupid little aesthetic crisis.
“stop staring,” you mutter.
“can’t,” he replies, just as quiet.
you press your thumb harder into his cheek. “i’m serious.”
“i am too.”
…god.
you finish the first eye, pulling back just slightly to assess it. it’s messier than yours, thicker, dragged out just enough to sharpen his gaze—something between careless and intentional.
something him.
“see?” you tilt his chin a little, inspecting your work, “this is what’s missing.”
he doesn’t even look.
“yeah,” he says, still staring at you, “definitely.”
you scoff, grabbing his face again to do the other eye.
this time he’s worse—barely blinking, barely breathing, like if he moves even a little you’ll disappear.
it makes something in your chest twist in a way you don’t like.
or maybe do.
you finish, capping the liner with a soft click and finally letting go of him.
“there,” you say, leaning back, “fixed.”
he blinks like he’s coming out of a trance, immediately turning to the little mirror in his phone camera.
there’s a beat.
then—
“…oh.”
you roll your eyes, “don’t sound so shocked. i know what i’m doing.”
“no, it’s just—” he glances back at you, something softer creeping into his expression, “this looks more like me.”
you hesitate.
yeah.
that’s the problem.
“don’t get used to it,” you mutter. once more, with conviction.
he smiles despite himself, a suppressed fondness, “…thanks. you’re being surprisingly nice about this.”
“what are girlfriends for?” you sigh, returning the smile in a more subdued manner.
“girlfriend,” it’s a full fledged grin now, as he sidles up against you, “i like the sound of that.”
you glance away from him reluctantly. partners. it’s got a nice ring to it, you suppose. better than situationship, anyway.
beomgyu and you. you and beomgyu. together. you kinda like it too.
“this is so cute!”
sakura tilts the camera so that the mini screen can capture all four of you; taehyun with his arms around her, you tugging beomgyu forward by the tie so his face is level with yours.
click!
“we should make a ship name,” sakura declares, gesturing excitedly, “like one for me and tyunnie, and then one for you and beomgyu, and one for all four of us!”
“oh, so like a foursome?” you quip, fastening beomgyu’s tie back in place.
“no, like a double date thing!”
“so a foursome,” beomgyu chimes in.
taehyun quirks an eyebrow, unimpressed, “i don’t want to be in a foursome with you though.”
“but you want to be in one with her?” beomgyu gestures towards you, brows furrowing melodramatically, “not only do you reject me, you also steal my girlfriend?!”
“that…” taehyun purses his lips, “that is not what i meant.”
sakura thwacks her camera lightly, “damn, the photo didn’t save. i’m all out of storage…”
“we can go to a photobooth instead,” you offer, letting taehyun and beomgyu bicker behind you, “i can pay, it’s no big deal.”
“really?” she wiggles her eyebrows cheerfully (you can never understand how she gets them to move like that), “come on, there’s one over there! let’s go!”
the four of you cram into the booth, skip through the logistics (“just pick a simple one, the spotlight should be the photo itself” — wise words from taehyun), and pose.
it’s a flurry of movements. beomgyu piggybacking taehyun, you and sakura forming a heart with your arms, spy poses with respective boyfriends, jazz hands, all sorts of cheesy couple things. happy moments.
“it’s the last one! we can do anything, really. go crazy!”
sakura makes a little snapshot with her fingers around her eye. taehyun pulls out a deck of cards and tries to capture a shot mid-shuffle. beomgyu tilts his head forward like he’s rocking with an electric guitar.
you decide to go with something a little atypical of you, nestling the headband with puppy ears onto your head and making a claw-like gesture.
your first heat would be arriving soon. beomgyu knew that.
the doctor had mentioned it casually, like it was just another step, something natural and expected. but that didn't really surprise beomgyu. he had noticed it long before that.
he noticed it in the way your body started to betray you in small, quiet ways. things you didn’t even seem to realize you were doing. he noticed it because he knew his puppy.
you had always been affectionate. soft, clingy, eager to please, always seeking his touch, his attention, his approval. but these days things were different. lately, your affection felt different. it lingered, trembled, came with something a little warmer underneath. something that maybe you didn’t really knew what it was, judging by the way you dealt with it.
you were trying to hide it, that much was obvious. avoiding him just enough to make it noticeable. going to bed earlier, pretending sleep would make it go away. pulling back from things you used to crave, like sitting on his lap, pressing yourself close just because you could.
your body wasn’t cooperating with you. your reactions had become slower, hazier, distracted by thoughts you couldn’t quite control. your breathing would shift at the smallest things. your gaze would flicker, unfocused, before snapping away like you’d been caught.
and then there was the worst of it. the way your mouth would water when he let you playfully bite him.
what used to be harmless, soft teeth against his skin, had turned into something else entirely. slower. heavier. your lips lingering a second too long, your tongue getting in the way, your grip tightening on his shirt without meaning to.
sometimes, you didn’t even notice the way your saliva would drip against his skin.
he did.
you’d pull away after, embarrassed, asking sorry for being messy. but your body would be burning, wanting to bite more, lick at his skin. wanting him to bite and lick back at you. wanting him to pet your fluffy ears and touch you in places you had never felt his gentle, warm hands before.
restless. needy. confused. and still trying so hard to act like nothing had changed.
beomgyu watched all of it. quietly and patiently. because you weren’t hiding anything from him, not really.
still, he hesitated.
the plan had always been to let you experience your first heat on your own. to let you grow into it naturally, to learn how to deal with your own body without depending on him for everything.
of course, he would take care of you if you needed it. he always would. what kind of owner would he be if he didn’t? but he didn’t want to interfere too much. didn’t want to blur that line before you even understood what you were feeling and craving.
and yet… watching you like this was starting to test that resolve.
beomgyu had just come out of the shower when he stepped into his bedroom, steam still clinging faintly to his skin.
you were sprawled across his bed, comfortably settled like you belonged there. hugging his pillow close to your chest, his phone loose in your hand as something played forgotten on the screen.
“oh, princess. hi” he greeted, voice warm, casual, as he flicked the lights on. “thought you were already sleeping” he barely thought about it, walking in like that —wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers, skin still flushed from the heat of the shower, damp strands of hair falling over his forehead.
“sorry for entering like this” he added, almost absentmindedly.
you froze completely. the sound from the phone kept playing for a second too long before the screen dimmed on its own, slipping into darkness as your attention dropped entirely. your eyes were now locked on him. your pupils dilating slowly, unmistakably, as they traced over him.
“it’s ok…” you answered, barely above a whisper.
you didn’t move, just tightened your grip on the pillow, pulling it closer against your body to ground yourself, already starting to feel restless.
beomgyu didn’t usually walk around like that in front of you. you had seen him shirtless a few times before, sure, but… it wasn’t like this. you didn’t remember your body heating up like this, your mouth watering like it was now.
“gyu… are you going to go out today?” you asked, suddenly, too quickly. the words slipping out like an attempt to sound normal.
he glanced at you briefly as he rummaged through his wardrobe, then back to what he was doing, unfazed.
“no. i’ll be staying home today.” a small pause. then, softer “sounds good?”
you nodded first, before realizing he couldn’t see it properly.
“mmhm” you hummed instead.
your fingers curled tighter into the fabric of the pillow, pressing it closer between your legs —your thighs shifting slightly to accommodate it better without you even noticing.
you tried to look away, you really did. but your eyes kept betraying you, drawn back to the broad line of his back like something magnetic.
the way the heat from the shower still lingered on his skin, leaving it faintly flushed, the dampness catching the bedroom light as it traced along the subtle definition of muscle. the slow shift of his shoulders as he moved…
it wasn’t your fault he looked so good, right?
your gaze followed down the length of his spine, to the slight dip at his lower back, to the way his muscles flexed just enough to make your breath hitch. you were starting to feel dizzy from it.
you lifted yourself slightly from the bed, sitting back on your heels, the pillow still pressed between your thighs. not really knowing what to do with yourself anymore.
“why you ask, sweet girl?” he said, closing the wardrobe door and turning back to you with his pajamas in hand before tossing them onto the bed, just a little in front of you, but you didn't take your attention off him.
your eyes didn’t know where to settle now. you had to consciously still your tail, keeping it from moving too much and giving your excitement away. or at least, you were trying to.
your gaze flickered first to his neck, still slightly flushed, a faint sheen of dampness clinging to his skin. a droplet of water traced slowly downward, disappearing beneath the line of his collarbone, and you followed it without thinking.
you had seen that part of him up close before. felt it too. the warmth of his neck when he leaned down to murmur something just for you, the way your breath would hitch when his voice brushed too close to your ear —how easily it made your stomach flutter without you ever quite understanding why.
his chest rose and fell slowly with each breath, not overly sculpted, but firm and defined. just enough to make your breath catch.
you knew that place too. knew what it felt like to be pressed there, held close without warning, his body warm and steady around you, how it always made you go quiet, made something soft and restless bloom in your chest.
his shoulders…
broad in a way that felt almost unfair up close.
you had felt those too. when he leaned over you earlier to play on the sofa, caging you in for a second —your hands pressing against them instinctively. solid and unmoving. like he could keep you there without even trying.
your eyes lingered there a second too long before trailing down his arms. noticing the faint bite marks your teeth had left scattered along his skin from earlier too, some a little more visible than others.
your stomach twisted at the sight. you remembered that too. the way he was just there, letting you take what you needed like it was nothing.
but your eyes still dropped to his stomach, drawn by instinct more than intention.
there was a hint of muscle beneath, a subtle tension that showed whenever he moved, whenever his body shifted just enough to make it visible.
you didn’t have a memory for that part.
not really.
just a feeling. a strange, heavy pull low in your stomach.
your grip on the pillow tightened. you didn’t even realize you were staring anymore. and, just as your eyes were about to drop even lower, beomgyu pulled you out of your thoughts:
“...have something you want to do together tonight, puppy?” he asked, his tone low. it slid under your skin in a way that made your breath hitch, your body reacting before your mind could even catch up.
he was looking straight at you.
a small, knowing smile tugged at his lips as he pulled his shirt on, not taking his eyes off you.
he had caught you.
caught the way your eyes were ogling him like you couldn’t help it. caught the way your body shifted, your hips moving shyly, almost involuntarily, against his pillow.
your throat went dry instantly, your movements stopping the moment you became aware of them. heat rushed up your neck, spreading across your cheeks as you froze under his gaze, looking down quickly, fidgeting with the pillowcase like you were trying to play it off.
nononono
gyu wasn’t supposed to see you like that
you should behave properly.
beomgyu watched you for a second longer.
then exhaled. slow.
his hand came up, dragging through his damp hair before he set his sweatpants aside, showing no intention of putting them on anymore.
“i know i said i wouldn’t do it…” he murmured, almost more to himself than to you.
he hadn’t meant to encourage that behavior. hadn’t meant to let it get this far.
but the way you were looking at him. the way your body was reacting, and how you weren’t even aware of it. it made his heart ache to help his poor puppy.
and maybe, just maybe, indulge in it a little too. after all, his girl was just so pretty, and he loved you so much.
“but i guess it’s okay just this once, hm?”
he sat on the edge of the bed, making himself comfortable, leaning back on one arm and spreading his legs slightly. he patted the space beside him on the mattress.
“come here, puppy” he said, his voice soft and careful, encouraging you to follow his command and come closer. “i know it’s my fault too. it was mean of me to walk in like that… to do that to you when i know my princess is a little more sensitive than usual.”
you swallowed, not dry this time. because the amount of saliva your mouth had produced in the last thirty seconds of beomgyu speaking to you in that gentle, careful tone, was almost alarming.
you hesitated for a moment, still a little afraid to face all of that. all of those feelings you barely even understood yet. but as your owner gently reassured you that it was okay, that he would help you, you felt a little less anxious.
and so, you got on your hands and knees, moving toward him across the bed, your arms trembling slightly against the softness of the mattress. your tail giving a small, uncertain twitch behind you.
he watched every movement from where he sat.
“how are you feeling, hm?” he asked quietly now that you were there, right beside him. you sat the same way as before, back on your heels.
he turned his body toward you, and your gaze, still lowered, brushed briefly against the faint outline beneath his black boxers before you startled and quickly looked up, straight into his eyes.
“...strange, gyu” you answered, soft and needy, leaning into his hand on your cheek as his thumb gently stroked your skin. “the new panties you gave me after i showered earlier… i got them wet again. i don’t know why…” you sighed, frustrated with yourself, embarrassed to admit it to him.
he always said you were so good. that you were never any trouble.
and here you were.
being trouble.
“aw, sweetheart, don’t worry” he said, his tone soothing, though still a little deeper than usual. “that’s normal for puppies like you, hm? there’s nothing wrong about it.”
your expression softened as he spoke, even if your gaze still dropped to your lap every now and then. your fingers fidgeting together, your fluffy ears giving a small, shy twitch on top of your head.
beomgyu noticed immediately. his hand coming up to gently brush over one of them, thumb smoothing over the soft fur in a slow, comforting motion.
you melted a little at the touch.
beomgyu smiled softly, fond.
“do you want to show me?”
heat rushed back to your face.
“d-do you want to see…?” you asked, lifting your head shyly.
his dark eyes sent a shiver down your spine, even if you didn’t quite understand why.
“i do, pretty” he replied, even quieter now, almost a whisper. “no need to be shy, hm? i’ll make everything feel better.”
“hm… okay then” you answered, almost hypnotized by him.
everything about him pulled you in, left your breathing uneven. the damp hair, his parted lips, his half-lidded eyes that never left you, the warmth of his body so close to yours.
you really hoped beomgyu would be able to fix your little problem, because if not, you weren’t sure you’d be able to sleep that night.
and so, beomgyu guided you to the middle of the bed with him, where he leaned back against the headboard and encouraged you to settle against him, asking you to take off your sleep shorts and, soon after, to open your legs so he could take a careful look.
beomgyu took his time, slowly touching and pressing against your pussy through your panties, which only grew wetter and wetter under his touch. he was practically drooling against the curve of your neck where he rested his head, indulging in every sweet little reaction you gave him to even the smallest movements.
he could swear he had never been this hard in his life.
if you were already being this sweet for him with just his fingers lightly brushing your clit through your panties, he could barely wait to see how much you’d like having him stretch that tight, warm, inexperienced pussy on his cock. how you wouldn’t even know what to do with yourself with how good it would feel.
“do you like it, princess?” he whispered, warm against your ear.
his fingers alternated their pace —slow and teasing when you seemed to get a little too worked up, faster and firmer when your reactions slowed too much, just to hear you let out a small, startled whine and chuckle meanly at it.
“y-yes, gyu” you answered slowly, with some difficulty.
your eyes flickered between his fingers —and the way they played with you over your underwear— and his arms —one holding your left thigh open, the other crossing over your body to reach your cunt.
“so good…” you whimpered softly, needy.
“c-can you… do it under it?” you asked meekly, your gaze dropping now to his face just inches from yours. his hair slightly messy, his lazy eyes making your heart race even faster.
“hmmm…” he seemed to think for a few seconds, his eyes flicking back down to your clothed pussy briefly.
you were so wet that the fabric of your panties was practically clinging to you now.
poor puppy, it must’ve been getting a little uncomfortable for you.
“since you asked so nicely…” his fingers slid to the waistband of your panties, his gaze lifting to meet yours as he hooked one of fingers there, and —instead of pulling it down right away— snapped the material lightly against your hip.
a quiet, mean chuckle slipped from him when your breath hitched and you let out a small sound, somewhere between surprise and sting, pouting at him when you saw his pleased reaction.
“gyu…”
“sorry, love. was just playing with you” he murmured, soothing you now, finally sliding your panties down your thighs, warm and soft under his hands. he had to clear his throat to keep himself from drooling when he saw a wet string connecting your pussy lips to the fabric as he pulled it away.
you opened your legs for him again, trembling, but eager. eager for more of what he was giving you, eager to feel your owner’s fingers directly on you now.
“you’re a little too excited about this, i think…” beomgyu said, observant, pretending to keep control as he watched your anticipation, his hands now slowly caressing your thighs. “what am i going to do with you, hm? i think i just got myself into a big mess…”
your breathing started to grow uneven again, anticipating his touch that still hadn’t come, just teasing you.
“i only wanted to help you, sweet thing…”
his fingers started to move closer now, tracing along the curve of your thigh toward your center, brushing right over your lips.
you lifted your hips slightly, seeking his hand as you let out a soft whine.
“but with you acting like this… i think i’ll end up needing to rub this sweet little pussy every night before bed, hm?” he said with mock concern, sighing softly right before dragging his middle finger straight to your clit, pressing gently, but with intention.
your eyes nearly rolled back, your mouth falling open in silent shock. he watched your face with an expression like he was the one being edged.
“g-gyu, p-please, i-” you let out another soft, needy moan, saliva starting to gather in your mouth with the way he focused on your clit now, rubbing slow, circular motions. “it feels so good… do-don’t know what to do…”
“shhh, easy, puppy” he murmured against your neck, coaxing you gently. “if you promise to be good and not close your legs, i’ll give you my hand to lick and bite, hm? how does that sound?”
you nodded eagerly right away, almost frantic, your feet kicking lightly at the thought.
“pleasepleaseplease” you begged, voice high, somehow growing even wetter, if that was even possible.
“mmh…” he hummed in approval at your reaction, his cock impossibly hard, leaking inside the tight confinement of his boxers. “go ahead then, pretty.”
his touch slipped away from your thigh, leaving only the warmth and pressure behind on your skin. your hand found his, fingers curling around his wrist as you pulled it close, guided more by instinct than thought. your lips brushed against his skin, starting to lick and gently bite your owner’s fingers, holding onto him as your breathing grew uneven.
whatever small sounds you tried to swallow only slipped out softer, more frequent, the closer you got.
“good girl” he whispered against your ear, dizzy with his craving for you. his fingers speeding up over your sensitive nerves. you were absolutely dumb, dripping down the sheets. “you’re gonna get there for me, yeah?”
you only let out a long, needy moan in response, two of his fingers still inside your mouth as you drooled over his hand. you were far too gone to form any proper sentence.
“seems like it” he laughed softly, cruelty dripping like venom from his tone. “say it to me, then: i’m beomgyu’s good girl.”
you squirmed in place, feeling impossibly close at his words. but you still tried —just to please your owner, just to be good for him.
“i-i’m beomgyu’s… good… good g-girl…” you said slowly, stumbling over the words, his fingers still in your mouth.
“that’s it… good girl” he whispered, warm against your ear one last time, as the knot in your stomach finally snapped, his skilled fingers doing all the work. “sweet baby, so sweet for me always…”
that sharp, overwhelming feeling spread through you, pulling a broken sound from your throat as your back arched and your thighs trembled around his hand. your fingers curled uselessly against the sheets, while your other hand still held tightly to his wrist.
your body trembled through it, soft, uneven breaths spilling from your lips as the feeling slowly ebbed away, leaving you warm, sensitive, and heavy.
your grip on his hand loosened, lips parting as you let it fall from your mouth, a faint string of saliva still clinging before it broke.
“gyu…” you murmured, dazed, your head tipping forward, almost instinctively seeking him —your body still buzzing, still wanting.
he felt it immediately, in the way you leaned in. the way your thighs shifted again, slower this time, needy rather than frantic.
the way your eyes, still hazy, lifted to him with something new in them.
expectation.
beomgyu’s hand came up to your face, steadying you before you could get any closer.
“easy” he murmured, his voice low again, but different now.
firmer.
you stilled.
his thumb brushed lightly over your cheek, grounding you as your breathing struggled to settle.
“that’s enough for now.”
your brows knit together slightly, lips parting like you were about to protest.
a small, almost amused exhale left him as he tilted your chin up just enough to make you look at him properly.
“what?” he murmured. “you thought i’d give it all to you at once?”
your cheeks burned.
your thighs pressed together unconsciously, a soft, frustrated whine slipping out before you could stop it.
beomgyu’s gaze softened at that, but he didn’t give in. instead, his hand slid down to your thigh, squeezing lightly.
“you need to learn how to handle it first, puppy” he said, calm and patient, like he had decided this long before. “this is your first time feeling it like this, isn’t it?”
you hesitated. then nodded, small.
he hummed, satisfied.
“then we take it slow.” his fingers brushed absentmindedly against your skin, no longer teasing.
“be patient for me” he added softly, his thumb brushing your lower lip now, catching the way it trembled. “you’re my good girl, right?”
in which beomgyu is just your “fuck buddy” until neither of you can handle that anymore.
pairings: beomgyu x gn!reader
genre: text au, suggestive, slight humor, slight angst, fwb
warnings: explicit language, general language, pet names, some dom gyu behavior 😵💫, mentions of alcohol
request: “Could you please do some Beomgyu fwb texts pleasee 🙏🙏”
rea’s 💌 — my once a month post fr 😭 this was fun to make!! always love me some fwb au’s hehe… requests are open bc i have no ideas lol feel free to send them in! and reminder that you can always send an ask to be a part of my taglist ⋆˙⟡♡
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