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Jul 17

bad puppy

puppy!gyu who is always licking and biting you, chewing on your fingers, and gnawing at his toys. it gets a little embarrassing when you explain to your coworkers that your puppy keeps biting and that’s why you’re hands are covered in teeth marks. but, his silly mouth habits are good for something else too!!

💌: this fic is just pure self indulgence bc i am deeply in love with puppy!gyu. sorry not sorry. i have 2 other puppygyu ideas in my drafts so lmk if you guys want them!!

genre: puppy hybrid!beomgyu x fem!reader smut

wc: 3.6k

warnings: sub!beomgyu, puppy!beomgyu, use of names puppy/baby/good boy, begging, gyu cries cuz he’s so needy, oral (f!receiving), mentions of masturbation (m!receiving), fingering, gyu gets praised a decent bit, reader is lowkey sort of taking advantage of gyu, gyu is super inexperienced and doesn’t really understand what oral is or that he’s doing it

Beomgyu is a good, sweet puppy.

Most of the time, at least.

Ever since the day you brought him home from the shelter he’s been completely glued to you.

Always curled into your side, draped across you somehow, finding his way into your space like he belongs there.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come home from work only to find him already asleep in your bed, tangled in your blankets and drooling onto your pillow as if it were his own.

Waking him up is always the same.

A sleepy blink, a soft whine, and then suddenly he’s clinging to you, arms wrapped tight as he buries his face into your shoulder, mumbling about how much he missed you soooo much.

You’d think you’d been gone for weeks with how he acts when you come home. And without fail, it never takes long before he starts pressing little, careless licks along your neck.

When you lightly tug at his hair to pull him away, he resorts to your cheek instead. Completely ignoring your words.

“Gyu, no licking.”

You say it every time. You mean it every time.

But he just can’t help it! It’s just how he shows affection, any other puppy hybrid would do it.

Still, there are moments where his tongue lingers a second too long in the wrong place, and you feel your face warm before you can stop it.

A reaction you’re quick to shut down, brushing him off before he can notice and ask questions he wouldn’t even understand.

You know it’s probably wrong for your body to react this way, but every time you simply tell yourself, “It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose.” and you leave it at that.

Never bothering to read further into it.

Of course, Beomgyu doesn’t know why you pull away.

To him, it’s simple. He loves you, and this is just how he shows it.

The licking isn’t even the worst of it.

He bites too.

Not enough to hurt or break skin, just enough to get your attention.

Teeth pressing into your arm or leg when you’re not giving him the attention he so desperately wants.

He just wants you to look at him, to touch him, to focus on him, anything at all as long as he gets your attention.

Even when he’s just bored, your hands are usually the first thing he reaches for. Absentmindedly chewing on your fingers like they’re just another one of his toys.

Which, to be fair, he goes through quickly.

You’re pretty sure you’ve replaced at least three this month alone.

It’s cute, sure.

Endearing, even.

But that doesn’t stop it from being a little embarrassing when your coworkers catch sight of the faint teeth marks scattered across your hands, raising their brows and asking if you got attacked by something.

You always laugh it off. Awkwardly smiling while trying your best to explain that your puppy just has a bit of a biting problem.

—

By the time evening settles in, everything is quiet.

You’ve been home for a few hours now, the weight of the day finally starting to melt off your shoulders. Your apartment is warm and dimly lit as the TV hums softly. The first thing you deemed interesting enough to watch playing in the background.

Beomgyu is curled up beside you. Head in your lap, body angled toward you, as close as he can get without sitting on top of you.

The same as almost all your evenings go.

You’ve been running your fingers through his hair for a while now. slow, absent strokes that match the rhythm of the quiet room. His eyes are half-lidded and relaxed, completely content like this is all he needs.

After a while your hand slowly comes to a still, resting on Beomgyu’s cheek as you brush your thumb up and down a few times before completely stopping.

You had only stopped for a moment, but that’s all it takes.

It’s subtle at first. The faint shift against your palm, the light pressure of his teeth as he starts to chew, slow and absentminded, like he barely even realizes he’s doing it.

You don’t even bother looking away from the TV.

“Gyu,” you murmur, voice soft. “Stop biting.”

“Not biting.” he mumbles back, muffled against your hand.

You glance down at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth despite yourself.

He’s not even pretending to watch the show anymore. His entire focus is on your hand, brows slightly furrowed in quiet concentration like this is the most important thing he could be doing right now.

You shift your hand just enough to run your finger lightly over his teeth.

“Are you teething or something?” you tease.

“I’m not a baby.” he mumbles, a small pout pulling at his lips.

You let out a quiet laugh, scratching lightly behind his ear in apology. He leans into it without hesitation, eyes fluttering shut for a second before you move again, sitting up just slightly.

He follows your movement immediately, sitting up as well as he watches you.

You lean forward, reaching for your drink on the coffee table, twisting the cap open as your attention drifts further away from the show playing on.

Just before you could bring the bottle to your lips, a sudden, sharp scream cuts through the room from the TV.

It startles you enough that your hand jerks, the bottle tipping just slightly. Before you can even register what happened, you can feel cold liquid all over your lap.

“Shit-”

You barely have time to react before Beomgyu already has.

By the time you even look down, he’s already leaning in, tongue brushing over your skin as he starts cleaning up the mess like it’s the most obvious solution to this problem.

And to him, it is.

He does this all the time.

Any spill or drop of anything, no matter how big or small, he’s always quick to take care of it before you even think to grab a towel.

So at first, you don’t think anything of it.

You just let him.

But he doesn’t stop at just the tops of your thighs, his tongue trailing up dangerously close to the place where you can feel a faint familiar heat start to make itself known.

And suddenly, you’re very aware of where he is.

Your breath catches, heat creeping up your neck before you can stop it, and this time you react quickly. Your hand coming down against his head to gently but firmly push him back.

“Gyu-”

He stops immediately.

Not because he understands, nor does he want to stop.

Just because you told him to.

He looks up at you, eyes wide and soft, head tilting slightly to the side in quiet confusion.

You avoid his gaze almost instantly, your voice coming out softer than you meant it to.

“I can clean it,” you murmur. “It’s fine.”

You hear a small, almost pitiful whine leave him.

His brows pull together slightly, lips pressing into a faint pout as he looks back down at your lap, then up at you again, confused.

Because this doesn’t make sense.

You always let him do this.

So why not now?

Before you can even get up to get a towel or a change of clothes, Beomgyu’s tongue is right back on your thighs.

Like I said, he’s a good puppy most the time.

You gasp softly at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue against you again. His hand landing on your knee to pry your legs open, determined to clean you up.

He really was just trying to help you clean your mess!

Sure, he was being a bit of a brat about it, but he’s a brat about lots of things when he doesn’t get his way.

But the second he got your legs open enough for him to lick up the liquid that had fallen to the insides of your thighs, his breath hitched.

Beomgyu isn’t a complete stranger to pheromones. He remembers smelling them from a female hybrid whose crate was next to his for a few days back when he was in the shelter. But what he could smell coming from you completely flipped a switch in his brain.

Without even thinking, his face was suddenly pressed against your core, desperately sniffing trying to figure out why your scent is making him feel so, so dizzy. Intoxicated, even.

Your eyes went wide at his new found interest, hands flying to his head to try to push him away once again.

It takes a few tries, especially as he digs his hands into your legs to keep himself anchored in place. But eventually you manage the strength to move him away.

The words “bad puppy” leaving your mouth as you try your best to sound composed, earning you the most pathetic whine you’ve ever heard leave Beomgyu’s mouth.

You’ve never seen him this way before, his eyes completely blown out and full of need, his tongue darting to keep in the drool that threatens to spill from his mouth, his hands squeezing into you as if you might disappear if he lets go.

You would almost feel bad for him if you weren’t so focused on keeping down the filthier-than-you’d-like-to-admit thoughts that were flooding your brain.

And maybe if it weren’t for said thoughts, you’d have noticed the way he was gently thrusting into nothing against his pants sooner.

The moment you did however, the prettiest little “please…” fell onto your ears. Full of nothing but need and desperation.

Your eyes move back up to Beomgyu’s face upon hearing his voice, his eyes all teary now and eyebrows furrowed.

His eyes move back and forth between your own as he doubles down.

“Please… ‘m sorry, I don’t wanna be bad… but it hurts so much…” he manages to get out between sniffles.

Small tears are slipping down his flushed cheeks now as you bring your thumb up to wipe them.

Your gaze softens as he leans into your hand, hiccuping small mumbles of apologies, ears low against his head.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. What’s hurting?” you coo at him, no longer putting in much effort to push away the lewd thoughts corrupting your mind.

“Hurts… down there…” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips continue their sloppy uneven movements.

You hum in response, not exactly sure what to do next.

Before you can begin figuring that out, Beomgyu softly pleads “Help please…” in the most pitiful voice.

He doesn’t seem to even fully understand what he’s asking for.

All he knows is that his head is spinning.

And that the ache in his boxers is so painful.

And that he wants you to fix it, whatever that may mean.

You pause for a moment, considering your options.

You could help him, or maybe you could try to teach him how to take care of it himself.

Either way, playing dumb or backing out was no longer in the equation for you. Especially not while your sweet puppy is begging for your help.

Your gaze drops down again as you think.

You watch as his body continues to react, hips rutting up at nothing even when he’s trying so hard to stay still for you.

Help

The word rings in your head once again.

That’s all this is.

And that’s what you continue to tell yourself as you slowly move your hands away from Beomgyu.

Legs spreading just slightly as he looks up at you with big, eager eyes.

His crying slows as he looks at you patiently, waiting for any kind of approval. You’d be proud of him for waiting if this were a normal night.

You’re not really sure what exactly he wants, but you’re also not stupid.

He’s obviously turned on and hard to the point where it’s hurting him.

You could pull his pants and boxers down and touch him.

Or you could just fuck him until he can’t think straight like your brain has been yelling at you to do since the moment he started licking at your thighs.

No, stop it. He’s crying and you’re thinking about fucking him, you perv.

So instead, you decide the best thing to do is to just stop stopping him.

Your thoughts are abruptly halted as you feel Beomgyu’s hand sliding up your legs, fingers stopping right at the edge of your shorts and tugging ever so slightly.

A soft whine slipping past his lips as he stares at your clothed core.

“Do you want me to take these off?” you ask softly, hooking your thumb into your waistband and watching for his reaction.

Beomgyu’s cheeks flush an even darker shade now. He nods quickly. Looking back up at you, ears perking up and tail slowly starting to wag.

You smile at him sweetly, still unsure of what exactly he’s gonna do to you.

Nonetheless, you find yourself sliding your shorts off and tossing them aside before you can think too much about what you’re doing.

Beomgyu wastes no time eagerly shifting closer to you. Hands resting on your thighs and squeezing lightly as if he’s trying to ground himself.

He still needs to be taught patience though, so you put a finger up and sternly tell him “wait.”

He pouts, but listens. Waiting patiently as his eyes flicker back and forth from your face to your panties.

The soft thud of his tail hitting the ground over and over slows a bit as you watch him.

You make him wait an agonizing 20 seconds before lowering your hand.

“Okay, good boy.”

He swears it felt more like 20 minutes, but he’ll do whatever you want right now. No matter how hard it is to sit still.

Beomgyu presses his nose up against your core again, a little more shy and hesitant at first.

That doesn’t last very long before he’s whining against you and pushing his face as close as he can get. The thin layer of fabric separating you making your scent so much stronger than it was earlier.

His head is spinning now. He has no clue what he’s doing or feeling, his body only moving on pure instinct.

You’re trying your best to not let small moans fall from your lips when Beomgyu begins licking right at your clit through your panties.

He’s a little rough and clumsy, not having the slightest clue what he’s doing.

But then again, he isn’t trying to give you head.

You almost feel slightly ashamed at how easily you’re reacting to his inexperienced tongue. But it’s been so long and he’s just so cute.

Beomgyu’s not picking up on your small noises at all.

How could he?

Poor baby is tunnel visioned onto your cunt.

Although, he does notice the way your scent increases the more he licks.

The thin veil of your panties separating him from you is driving him insane. He has half a mind to just pull them off, but he knows he’d probably get in trouble for that.

So instead, he uses all his strength to pull his face away from you. Leaning his head against your thigh and bringing his pretty fingers up to tug at the hem of your underwear.

He doesn’t need to say anything, the pleading look on his face accompanied by the small whimpers leaving his throat tell you everything you need to know.

For a second, you wonder if maybe this is going too far.

But the way he’s looking at you right now only solidifies that you already have gone too far.

You try your best to ignore your thoughts as you give him a nod of approval.

Beomgyu quickly pulls your panties down, only bothering to completely discard them from one leg. Leaving them to hang around your ankle before you kick them away.

His tail shoot’s up at the sight of your exposed cunt in front of him. His eyes might as well have giant cartoon hearts shooting out.

He hurriedly resumes his earlier position, tongue flat as it swipes across your entire core.

You let out a gasp, not able to contain yourself anymore. Feeling a little embarrassed when you notice Beomgyu’s ear perk up a bit at the noise.

The taste and smell of your slick against his tongue is unreal.

He thinks this must be what heaven is like.

He laps at the liquid slowly oozing out of you, not wanting to waste a single drop.

As cute as it is watching him be so entranced, your clit is feeling a bit neglected now. You know you’ll probably scold yourself for this later, but your hands are already tangling in his hair and pulling him up just enough for his tongue to land right back where you’re needing it.

Your head falls back as a moan leaves your lips.

Beomgyu looks up at you with sweet, curious eyes.

“Does it feel good?” he mumbles against your cunt.

You’ve been asked this exact question by various different men. But this is so much different. Those men knew what they were doing, and Beomgyu doesn’t have a clue.

It’s almost endearing, the way his tail starts to wag rapidly as you moan out “Mhmm, good boy. Keep- fuck- keep going”.

The moment he realizes this feels good for you too, you’re screwed.

He’s so very eager to please you.

He doesn’t understand what he’s doing, but he knows it’s making you happy and that he’s a good boy for doing it.

That’s all he needs to understand.

He’s a quick learner too. Mentally noting every little reaction or tug of his hair.

Soon enough, his clumsy and messy mouth is doing a lot more than just licking.

He’s sucking at your clit, pushing his tongue flat against it and shaking his head, lapping up the juices gushing from your hole.

When the tip of his tongue slides just barely inside of you, you let out a weak “Ah- Gyu-“.

He’s a bit confused, he thought you liked it better on your clit.

But he’s too far gone to think anything more of it before he’s shoving his entire tongue inside of you.

He stills for a moment, tongue prodding around inside of you.

He’s getting pretty good at this, but he’s still fairly clueless. So you take it upon yourself to start pushing and pulling his head back and forth until he quickly learns what to do.

His chin is wet and dripping as he fucks in and out of you with his tongue, tail thudding so loudly against the floor you’re a little worried he might hurt himself.

The slew of curses and moans leaving your mouth only spur him on.

All he wants is to be good for you, and for this to never end.

He pulls his tongue out of you and begins working on your clit once more.

You’re so dazed out you’re no longer even capable of worrying about what you’re doing. Instead, you’re worrying about how empty your hole feels.

You grab one of his hands that are still anchored onto your thighs, bringing his middle and ring finger into your mouth for a moment before pushing them inside of yourself.

Your eyes roll back as you hold onto his wrist and push his fingers in and out.

Poor puppy is so confused :(

His jaw is getting sore and he doesn’t understand why you’re fucking yourself with his fingers when he thought you liked his tongue.

But he won’t complain. Not when you’re mindlessly babbling on about how good he’s doing and how he’s such a good boy.

Your hand starts to slow and loosen its grip on his wrist now, getting a little tired. He’s quick to pick up on it and begin moving his fingers on his own.

He notices the way your breath catches when his fingers hit a spongy spot inside you, fastening his pace and curling his fingers to hit it over and over.

It’s almost scary how quickly he’s getting the hang of this. You’re so close to finishing all you can do is throw your head back and weakly moan out “Gyuuu”

Within seconds you’re coming undone all over his fingers.

And yeah, he could feel the way you tightened around him and how your legs begin to shake a little, but that doesn’t stop him. He doesn’t ever want to stop.

If you let him do this until his jaw and fingers physically couldn’t move anymore, he would do it in a heartbeat.

The overstimulation is beginning to be too much as his pace never falters.

You try to push his head away and gather the strength to mumble out “Gyu wait- ah- slow down-“.

But your words fall on deaf ears.

You all but shove him away as he finally lets go.

He looks up at you with a pout on his swollen and wet lips.

You smile softly at him.

“I’m sorry baby, it’s sensitive.” you say, ruffling his hair a bit as you catch your breath.

He continues his pout, but nods and stays put.

You take a moment and allow your eyes to run over his appearance.

His hair is a mess and his chin and cheeks are completely soaked.

Your eyes run down his body and land on his lap, where a large dark spot sits.