genre: smut, homie hopper y/n, ohshc au, mini series, dom! reader, crack, fluff, uni au, reverse harem, parody
pairing: sub! ot5 txt x dom! reader (yeonjun x reader in this chap)
summary: You enrol into a rich ass university under a scholarship scheme. You find out the university is not only famous for its prestigiousness, but also very famous for their host club: a club with five very handsome, very eccentric boys that entertain the bored and affluent students. When you accidentally land yourself in debt to them, you're forced to assist with five events each under a different host. What can go wrong…?!
warnings: subby!yeonjun, dom!reader, afab gn reader, cringe flirting, making out, handjob, cunnilingus, fingering, cum eating, top! yeonjun, riding, finger sucking, feminisation of yeonjun, use of pet names ‘princess’, use of condom, inaccurate depictions of fashion design
word count: 9.1k Txt host club ml & char profile !
“come on, just come with me after this. I don’t wanna go alone.” Your friend, yoon, nudges you, not so discreetly chatting to you once you’re nearing the end of your two hour lecture.
Your eyes flicker from the board, which you’re still trying to concentrate on, but also, your attention is wearing thin and you’re waiting until the painfully slow last few seconds go by and it finally ends. “I don’t get it. Is this some kind of society?” You whisper back to her.
“Kinda…yeah, it’s a host club-” You don’t hear the rest of what she says, everyone starts chaotically packing up their laptops and notes, abruptly leaving the lecture hall once it ends and flooding the exits with traffic.
You do the same, and so does yoon. Once you’re out in the hallway and away from the trampling stampede, she begins animatedly trying to sell the idea to you again.
“I went to that badminton taster session for you because you wanted to go! And I got hit in the face with a racket, so that means you totally have to come with me this time.”
You sigh inconveniently, adjusting the strap of your bag higher on your shoulder. You supposed you could go to it for her, you were free the rest of the evening. “Fine, what’s it actually about again?”
She rubs at the back of her neck, pausing, looking sheepish and surprisingly hesitant for a second. Your eyebrow raises at this.
“You really don’t know? Surely you must have heard of it? It’s really popular.”
You shrug your shoulders, very intrigued. “No.”
“What rock are you living under...” Yoon exasperatedly mumbles, “Well…you know like, a normal host club? Where males entertain people with like, alcohol and pretend to be like, their boyfriends? Well….we have one. At the university. Except, it’s more like a tea-and-conversation, flirting, with the five most handsome and richest students here.”
You stop walking. She stops walking. Someone behind you nearly bumps into both your backs, giving you both an irritated glare as they walk past. You study her face, but she’s looking at you with complete sincerity. “Oh my god. You’re serious.” You start walking again, faster this time, shaking your head. “You rich people are bizarre.”
When you’d joined the university on a scholarship, you had come to find out just how terrible and outlandish these nepotism children really were firsthand. They operated on an entirely different plane of existence. This manages to top the cake though. They really do fuckall with their time, anything but actually studying. It’s not like it really matters though, they’ll still become heirs of multi-million pound companies anyway.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds. Truly!” Yoon insists, jogging to match your pace.
“How is this allowed?”
Yoon shrugs. “The creator’s family is like, the main funder of the university.”
You’re not surprised. “Of course.” You tighten your hold on the strap of your bag. “So, these people are whoring themselves out basically?” How is this ethical?
“Come on, it’s harmless and fun! It’s Furry Friday!”
“Furry…what?” You try to blink yourself awake, staring off into the end of the hallway, dissociated. Why do you even bother anymore?
“Yeah, and there’s Maid Monday too…it’s just like a cool events cafe. There’s themes. It’s cute!”
“So, do these people sleep with their guests too?” You joke, casting a sideways glance at your friend, giving up with the actual questioning of the existence of this club at a prestigious university.
Yoon looks to her left and right, covering her mouth with her hand and whispers. “Ssh. That’s more of an underground thing. They’re very selective about it and it’s superrr expensive.”
Your face drops. “What?” This is not right. You drag a hand down your face, sighing heavily. “You really want me to go to this with you?”
Your friend nods her head enthusiastically, clasping her hands together. “Please. I need to get over my last scarring situationship.”
You give your friend a pointed look. “Didn’t she like, borrow £700 off you and you never saw her again? There’s not much to get over.”
Yoon grimaces as if she’s living through it all again, not wanting the reminder. “Yes, she had some gambling issues. But, she was so perfect other than that.” Yoon sighs wistfully. “Come on, I paid for both our entry fees already. Food’s included.”
Your ears perk up at that, staring at your friend who now has a sneaky little smile creeping up on her face, knowing she’s already won. You pause. Food is included? You wouldn’t pass up on free food…Damn that your friend knows you well. You huff resignedly. “Okay…I’ll go with you.”
Yoon squeals, bringing your hands to hers and jumping up and down aggressively. “Thanks! You’re the best.”
Now, you stand in the endless queue of other students waiting to get into the club, a snake of a line going right to the end of the corridor and around the corner. It really must be popular. How had you never heard of it before? There’s a permanent sign on the door reading ‘TXT HOST CLUB’. They even have their own personal room at the university? Even from outside, you can already hear loud squealing and high pitched screams at whatever is going on in the room.
Finally, eventually, it comes to both your turns, reaching the front. Yoon shows some ticket online and you’re allowed in, the big gilded doors opening, and you’re momentarily blinded by a sudden light.
You’re not entirely sure what you were expecting, but it’s definitely not this; five guys in animal ears and paws, dancing to some girl group song on a raised platform. The spacious room is all pink with even pink marbled floor, fancy chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and ribbons and streamers decorating the walls and pillars. There’s cardboard cutouts of the members all around the room in absurd outfits, vampires, maids, fairies, princes, sanrio, mermaids, knights, traditional clothing, and more.
You’re escorted onto a free table with Yoon. Even the tables are decorated so lovely with floral lace cloth and a vase of flowers in the middle. There’s tiered cake stands with the yummiest looking sandwiches, cakes, pastries, tarts, and macarons. Laid too, are expensive-looking intricate painted tea sets and teapots. Maybe, perhaps, you could get behind this for the food.
Yoon doesn’t pay attention to anything on the table though, she’s too busy watching the performance, entirely enamoured and delighted by it, clapping and cheering them on.
“Oh, wow…” You watch it too, in disbelief, still trying to process your surroundings. All of this feels like a complete, bizarre, fever dream, but you have to admit, they were surprisingly pretty good at dancing, synchronisation quite insane for a bunch of random pompous dudes.
“I should introduce you to them all!” Yoon shouts over the music, excitedly pointing at one on the far right. “That’s taehyun! He’s super smart and stoic,” then she moves her pointed finger to the left each time, “that’s Kai he’s super sweet and cute! Oh-and that’s beomgyu he’s super emo and plays guitar, that’s soobin he’s a sweet posh boy and the president, and that’s…” Yoon sighs dreamily at the man on the far left, clasping her hands together, “that’s Choi Yeonjun. The It boy. He’s my fav. He’s such a prince.” She swoons. The poor descriptions weren’t all that insightful to you, to be honest.
Their performance ends with claps and screams, and then, you can finally tuck into the foods on the table, trying every single different assortment of pastries. The hosts had stepped off the platform, coming to the guests and their tables, speaking and chatting to them, the music lowered to soft ambient jazz. You can hear giggling… and barks and meows, and the strange things some guests are requesting for.
“Kai! Do a bark, do a bark!”
“Woof, woof!”
“Soobin, can you say that I’m your owner?”
“Beomgyu, I wanna be your pet!”
“I just wanna be your dog!”
You may have lost your appetite a little. But you try for it not to deter you.
One second, you’re looking down, scoffing the sandwiches on your plate, then you’re looking back up and you’re suddenly surrounded by the five men out of nowhere, looming over your table. You’re terrified, freezing mid-bite. Yeonjun, who you’d recognised as yoon’s favourite, comes to smoothly kiss her hand.
“Ah,” he sighs, “My lovely Yoon. Our loyal guest, will you be requesting for me again?”
Your friend is blushing and giggling, looking moments away from fainting. You raise a brow, gulping down the food in your mouth, turning your head her way with furrowed brows. “Again? I thought you’d never been here before. You didn’t want to come alone?”
Yoon coughs, embarrassed “Uhhm. Ahem. I never said I hadn’t been here before. Simply just wanted your company this time…”
You shake your head, finishing the rest of your sandwich, still feeling self conscious at the men still by your table. When were they going to leave?
“Ooh we’ve got a new guest, guys!” One of them says, noticing you, you think his name is Kai. The others lean in curiously at you, zeroing in. You feel like an animal at a zoo. This is very odd. Especially since they’re the ones still wearing pet ears and furry gloves.
Yeonjun theatrically reaches for your hand, kissing the back of yours too, grinning and winking. “Pleasure to meet you, beautiful being. I’m yeonjun. Choi yeonjun. What’s your name, pretty?”
“They look frightened…” Taehyun whispers to kai.
The rest of them introduce themselves, shaking your hand like a normal person.
Once you’re done with shoving the last bit of your sandwich down, you quickly dab around your mouth with a napkin and you abruptly rise from your seat, standing up, ready to leave. Your time here is more than done, and you so desperately want to get away from this uncomfortableness. “Well! Lovely to meet you all. Must get going haha...”
“Wait! You haven’t chosen a favourite yet!” Yeonjun stops you.
“Everyone picks one.” Beomgyu, the one with multiple facial piercings says with his hands in his pockets.
“Usually under twenty seconds.” Taehyun adds, checking his extravagant watch that probably costs more than your tuition fees. “The average is 17.83 seconds.”
“Yeah. Which one of us is the most handsome?” Soobin pushes the glasses he’s wearing gently up his nose bridge, tilting his head at you.
They all come even closer to you simultaneously, crowding you, staring at you intensely and expectantly, awaiting your answer. All of their jaws are raised up, sweeping hands through their hairs confidently, and posing for you, doing weird expressions with their faces as if they were in some modelling photoshoot.
“Um…I wouldn’t know.” They’re all very good looking. How were you supposed to choose just one? And how would you have a favourite already?
Taehyun crosses his arms. “You don’t know?”
“Just choose one! Come on!” Kai urges you, jumping on the spot.
“Yeah.” They all start saying and agreeing together, growing impatient and slightly agitated, wanting you to choose one of them already.
So, you try again, staring at each of their faces individually, trying to be pragmatic about it so you can finally get out of here. First, you analyse yeonjun, silky blonde hair, fox-like sharp eyes, piercings all on his ears. Then soobin, soft black hair, glasses, a bunny like nose and mouth, wearing a cute sweater vest. Then beomgyu, brown shaggy messy wolfcut, soft brown eyes, but dark thick eyebrows with a piercing on one of them, a dermal piercing, and lip rings too. Then at kai, fluffy white hair, angelic features overall and a pretty nose, holding a stuffed plush penguin toy in his hand. And finally, at taehyun, big round eyes, high cheekbones and a chiselled face, wearing a whole ass corporate suit for some reason.
“I really don’t know!”
“You have to. Gun to your head. Three—” Beomgyu raises three fingers.
“TWO.” All five of them start to join in, shouting in unison.
“Why are we counting?!”
“ONE.”
“ZER—”
The counting down, for some reason, and the fact that five absurdly attractive, very tall men are still crowded around you and shouting, makes you panic and stress and you feel very under pressure.
“Okay, okay! Oh-umm!-uh-Yeonjun!” You blurt out frantically. You don’t know why you say that name, you just choose the most memorable one to get them off your back.
There’s silence and the others recoil dramatically, betrayed, and they give you such disgusted looks.
“Terrible taste.” Taehyun clicks his tongue. The others are shaking their heads at you.
Meanwhile, yeonjun looks moments away from ascending, “I knew it!” Yeonjun’s eyes are practically shining, grabbing your shoulders excitedly, ecstatic and smug and violently shaking you. He runs a hand through his blonde hair once more, sighing out at himself as if he were in some sort of shampoo advertisement. “I knew you’d pick me.” He punches your arm playfully.
“Ow…” You rub at your arm to soothe it, it actually hurts. He punched you pretty hard. He looks like he’s about to hit you again in excitement, you back away as far as you can, taking a few steps back, fearfully.
You bump into something behind you. It wobbles. And that’s when you hear something smash so distinctly loud and hard onto the pink marble floor, exploding. Hesitantly, you slowly, dreadfully, turn around, thinking you already know what might have happened.
You had caused a very expensive looking sculpture of the five boys with roses in each their hands, to collapse straight onto the ground and smash into millions of smithereens, thousands of tiny little pieces scattered across and flying everywhere.
Everyone in the room turns their heads at the dissonant sound, gasping, teacups freezing halfway to their lips. You stare at the scene completely mortified. You can feel your soul departing your body, mentally already digging your grave to lie in. You could literally cry.
“Oh my god!” Yeonjun runs and drops straight down to his knees at the death of the artwork. “Our most expensive sculpture, all the way from Italy! Custom made from the renowned artist Angelo Pasquarelli, he passed away recently! This was the last remaining piece of art he ever made!”
Well, that doesn’t serve to make you feel any better. At all. You don’t even know what to do. You don’t have any parents that can pay this for you. You can’t even begin to imagine how much it actually costs and how you’ll ever be able to repay it, and how much debt you’ll be in now. “I’m so sorry! Oh my-I’m so, so, so sorry! I don’t know-i wasn’t looking where I was going.”
You can feel how ironic this is. You came here for the free food, now you’re massively in debt somehow.
Taehyun, the treasurer of the club, comes to crouch down beside yeonjun, staring at the remnants with visible pain and anguish too. “This was supposed to be an art investment for the club…I told you we shouldn’t have kept it out here in the open.” He murmurs sharply to yeonjun.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t afford to pay for this.” You admit. “I’m literally only here on a scholarship. Is there any other way I can help? I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”
“Hm. You can’t afford to repay for the damage?” Soobin raises a brow at you, thinking. He pulls the rest of the boys into a huddle. You hear intense whispering as they deliberate your fate.
Yoon panics for you, stepping in. “It’s going to be okay!” She reassures you, feeling slightly guilty as she was the one who brought you here when you hadn’t particularly wanted to in the first place. “I’ll try and pay for some of it for you!”
“No, that’s alright. They won’t have to pay for any of it. No one has to.” Soobin speaks up, all of them finally pulling apart.
You feel so relieved, clasping a hand to your heart that had minutes before giving out entirely. “Oh. Oh my god. Thank you, thank you-”
“You’ll repay us in another way.” Soobin thoughtfully explains. “Next week, the host club is holding a special events week.”
“For the first time ever,” Kai interrupts excitedly, “each host gets their own solo event where we can do whatever we want!”
Soobin nods. “Yes, we’ve never done events purely by ourselves before and we’ll need additional assistance.”
“You,” yeonjun says, flamboyantly pointing directly at you, “are going to become our assistant!”
“Monday to Friday,” Soobin confirms. “One host per day. You’ll help organise events, carry things, run errands, and deal with guests. You’ll work off your debt to the host club.”
“Just five days? That’s it?” That didn’t seem too bad at all, it’s an alarmingly good deal. You were expecting something significantly worse. How hard can it be? Only working five days to pay off the debt for a supposedly very valuable and rare sculpture? You can definitely do that. “Alright. I’ll do it.” You shake soobin’s hand, determined than ever.
“Yayy! Yippeee!” All five of the boys start clapping and cheering delightfully at you. You don’t know why they’re so happy.
“And guess what?” Yeonjun grins gleefully. “My event is the first one.” He takes your arm in his, interlocking and hooking your arms, and then completely drags you away. You throw one last pleading look at yoon through the gilded doors in case it’s the last time you ever see your dear friend again.
But she just giggles at you, calling out. “You’ll be fine. It will be fun!” She cheerfully waves at you being hauled out of the host club room.
“Woah.”
You stand in the doorway of yeonjun’s sleek studio apartment in awe, which hardly looks anything like student accommodation. You wander further inside, taking it all in. It is massive, everything down to the furniture and interior looking way too luxurious, with a fancy kitchen, living room, a big en-suite bathroom, and a walk in closet filled with designer clothes. That doesn’t seem to be enough though since there’s clothing racks near the windows too with garments, a mannequin, framed fashion sketches and artwork pinned on a wall, designer magazines stacked on a unique-looking coffee table.
It’s Buckingham Palace compared to your place. Your student accommodation was one tiny shoe box room, a shared bathroom and kitchen. But you had chosen the very cheapest you could afford.
“Do you like it? It’s a bit small. My bedroom is bigger than this in my mansion, but this is still cool and cosy.” Yeonjun stands in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling windows that showcase the city skyline. He looked genuinely apologetic about it too.
“Mansion…” You shouldn’t be so surprised by now, so many people you have met at the university do live in them, but it still manages to shock you a little no matter how many times you hear it casually mentioned.
Yeonjun turns around excitedly. “Hey, maybe we can go to my house after this and I can show you! Get you to meet my parents already, ay?” Yeonjun winks at you. “It’s just a five minute walk!”
“A five minute walk?” You gawk incredulously, “If your house is so close to campus, why would you ever waste money getting student accommodation?” It fills you more with slight disgust at the wastefulness rather than jealousy.
Yeonjun huffs. “My parents said the same thing. But I wanted to have that uni experience, you know? Plus, I needed to be more independent. It’s a good thing. That student lifestyle, it’s pretty hard sometimes.”
“So…you've achieved this student lifestyle by moving five minutes away from your mansion into a luxury apartment?” Wow, this is certainly going on the list of out of touch things you’ve heard students say.
“Yep!” The confidence with which he answers is quite commendable.
“Oh, okay, so you’re paying for it yourself?” You don’t mean to pry, you’re just genuinely trying to understand a bit.
“No…my parents pay for it.”
You nod. “Right.”
“Oh! Would you like anything to drink or eat by the way?” Yeonjun politely offers you.
“Just some water is good.”
He grabs two high-end bottled waters from his high-end fridge too and passes one to you. “Here you go.”
“Thank you.” Both of you come to plop yourselves on his sofa. “But you cook?” You ask him assumedly.
“I don’t know how. But my chefs come from the house every morning to make me meals. It’s lovely.” He obliviously beams at you, lounging comfortably against the cushions, one arm draped across the backrest.
You just nod along at this point, sipping on your water. You noted chef was plural, but you’re not sure where the independence is. “Well, anyways,”
He sits up right again, shifting closer to you, a bit too close. “Yes! Let’s plan my event.”
“So,” you say, “any ideas?”
“I already know what I want to do.” He seems very proud of this. “Fashion is my passion. Hey, that rhymes. Maybe I could be a poet too.”
“Sure.” You say tiredly, waiting for him to tell you what he’s got planned.
“Flirty Fashion Workshop.” He stares back at you expectantly, smirking like he was expecting some sort of praise for this.
Your face scrunches up. “What the hell is a ‘Flirty Fashion Workshop’?”
Enthusiastically, yeonjun explains. “They’re sewing, I’m showing them how to use the sewing machine like this-” he leans into you, placing his hands over yours as if he were showing you how to work some phantom sewing machine, feeling his breath on your neck as he guides your hands.
“Okay, I didn’t need a personal demonstration on it.” You swat his arms away.
Yeonjun shrugs but winks cheekily at you once again. “Your loss. People pay for this, y’know?” Undeterred, he continues to explain more of his idea, “I’ll make step-by-step, visual demonstrations on how to make basic articles of clothing and they can decorate it however they want with different fabrics and beads and embroidery and creativeness. I’ll come around, helping and flirting, of course. Then, once everyone is done, we’ll have a little fashion show where everyone can model and show off their work! Isn’t that so great?”
You can see the appeal for it, from what you saw earlier, you have no doubt it’ll work and keep guests very satisfied. It’ll probably be a huge success. You nod at him. “Hm. What we need first is all the equipment and materials for this then.”
Yeonjun nods too. “I’ll ask to borrow all the sewing machines from the fashion department. We just need lots of textiles and fabric, threads, scissors, pins, beads, buttons, decorative materials, and other things.”
“Where should we get all of that from?” You query.
“We’ll buy it, of course. Taehyun made a spending card for the club. Off to the city centre!”
“After you.” Yeonjun gentlemanly opens the car door for you, rushing out of his to come around unnecessarily for yours.
The walk to the city centre was just under twenty minutes, but he had insisted on his chauffeur driving you both there anyway.
Yeonjun leads you to a bustling street with independent craft & art shops and fabric markets. The energy is so totally different compared to the commercial, homogeneous high streets you’d passed on the way, it’s bright and welcoming and filled with such unique characters of shops.
First, you buy lots and lots of fabric as you’ll be needing a lot of those. He seems to really be in his element, ecstatically showing you and speaking words about materials and their compositions only someone studying fashion would know, making you touch and feel them all too.
All of the vendors even seemed to recognise him, happily greeting and conversing with him, faces lighting up whenever he walked in, acting like he was some sort of long lost son of theirs whenever he stepped into a different shop. Yeonjun is very chatty, talking to them all for a while. One elderly woman even abandoned a conversation halfway with another customer just to pull yeonjun in for a hug and squeeze his cheeks. He’s not just famous in the host club, you observed.
You’re lugging along countless heavy bags of materials you’ll need for the workshop by now, shoulders and arms aching, you and yeonjun exhausted, hours blurred and overloaded by endless textiles. But it was a little fun, there’s a certain beauty in watching a person be passionate about something, oddly fascinating to follow yeonjun along.
You make one final stop to buy packs of sequins, and finally, you have all the equipment you need. Both of you make a turn on a street, noticing a brightly coloured ice cream shop. All the shopping, conversing and carrying must have clearly gotten to yeonjun, he’s drawn to it instantly like a moth to a flame, trudging you along with him, allowing you little time to protest.
He’s staring at the menu in deep concentration, brows furrowed but practically salivating. “Could I have the largest tub with one scoop of tiramisu and one scoop of rose please?”
You take a little longer to decide what you’ll like, settling on the smallest tub (it’s cheaper), and ordering a scoop of strawberry cheesecake and chocolate. Before you’re about to put your own card down, yeonjun dramatically steps in, practically shoving you out of the way and slamming his own down instead. “No. It’s on me, of course. A prince never lets anyone else pay.” He puts one hand to his heart, closing his eyes like he was reciting something religious.
“Oh, thank you.”
The ice cream scooper seems more affected by the gesture than you are, completely swooning at yeonjun. “Wow, what a gentleman!”
Yeonjun giggles at the compliment. “Hehe. Thank you!”
“You’re such a handsome young man. Ah, young love. Go on, i’ll give you both an extra scoop.” They lean in over the counter, hushing.
Yeonjun gasps. “You’re so kind! Thank you so much.”
Yeonjun is giggling, the scooper is giggling back too. You’re affronted by the whole exchange. Is life just this easily kind to Choi Yeonjun? But, you say your thanks too, not complaining about more ice cream for free. Everyone seems to be absolutely smitten by this dude’s charms. Sure, he’s attractive and he’s got great social skills, but people act like he’s above human. Are they seeing something you don’t?
Eventually, you can sit down at the tables, dropping the bags to your feet. You’re in a much better mood after sitting down and once you’re eating the well deserved ice cream, the creaminess and flavour melting on your tongue, plus the fact yeonjun paid for it is a great bonus, both of you happily talking more about yeonjun’s event between spoonfuls.
“Wanna try my tiramisu flavour? Say ahhh.” Yeonjun brings his spoon to you in an attempt to feed you, wriggling the spoon around your face, a generous scoop of pale brown ice cream perched upon it.
You flat out refuse, instead, bringing your own spoon to take a swipe of his yourself. “Mm. It’s good.”
Yeonjun watches you continue to eat without offering your own. “I wanna try the strawberry cheesecake one too.” Yeonjun leans forwards, tasting yours without asking. He’d taken quite a large amount too. “Mmh! This is yummy! I must get this next time.”
“Hey, I never said you could try mine.”
“Let’s take pics of our date.” Yeonjun ignores your complaining, getting out his phone and taking a series of selfies with you.
You stop and stare at him across from you before you can take another spoon of ice cream. “It’s not a date.”
Yeonjun shrugs again, unbothered. “Did you know I have seventy percent request rate?People would pay a lot to go on an ice cream date with me.”
You set down your spoon in the tub, reminded of something you wanted to ask. You don’t get it. “Why would you make a host club when you don’t need any of the money?”
“I love entertaining people. It’s my thing. I’m good at it.” He’s not looking at you, his brows are furrowed as he tries to fish out the last bits of his rose ice cream from the edges. You’d noticed he furrowed his brows a lot when concentrating on something.
“Fair enough.” You nod in understanding, you can’t deny that. From today alone you’ve witnessed just how many people he can amuse. It seemed people easily gravitated towards choi yeonjun.
“But also I don’t have any siblings.” He pulls his full lips into a slight pout, continuing, brows further furrowed, “I always wanted one, so many of them actually. I kept begging but my parents didn’t want any more. And it got pretty lonely when they were overseas so often. I’ve always wondered what it felt like to have siblings. Now I’ve got them!”
It’s your turn to furrow your eyebrows. “By…making a host club?”
“It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. I personally sought out all the members myself. Now, they’re all like my four brothers! I cherish them and the club a lot. It’s very important to me. They’re my family.” Yeonjun warmly beams.
He has that glint in his eyes from earlier on when you were in the fabric markets, and like before, you can’t bring yourself to actually hate on it, he’s clearly passionate and sincere about it, so you just hum in agreement.
“That’s actually…sorta nice, still bizarre though.”
Yeonjun grins. “Did that woo you?”
“No.”
You’re back in yeonjun’s studio apartment. It’s completely dark outside by now, the city skyline view from his big windows look different after the sun had set, now it’s all just lots of constellations of scattered lights. You sit on one end of yeonjun’s sofa in the living room with the warm glow of orange and amber lamps he’d put on instead of his main lights, playing low music in the background from his turntable, the ambience nice to focus in.
Yeonjun is on the opposite end of the sofa, a large sketch pad sitting on his lap as he draws out the step-by-step demonstrations for the simple garments, you can hear his constant scribbling from his pencil meeting paper too. You are on your laptop, currently focused on the duration and structure of what should be happening in the workshop and making a small slideshow for it.
“Does it look fine?” Yeonjun lifts his sketch pad for you to see the diagrams.
You scan the illustrations briefly. “Mhm. They’re easy to follow.”
You continue typing. By the time you finish the final slide, your shoulders ache slightly from hunching over the laptop. You lean back against the sofa, stretching your limbs, eyes drifting to the other side of the sofa. Yeonjun is still sketching, completely absorbed, eyebrows characteristically drawn together as he focuses, lips in a slight duck-like pout and his blonde hair now having more of the resemblance of honey under the colours of the lamps.
“Done admiring me? Daydreaming about kissing me?” Yeonjun looks up, lazily grinning as he notices your stare.
You heavily roll your eyes at him. “You’re not my type.”
“I’m everyone’s type.” He confidently states. You shake your head, sighing out at his ego, but he starts again, “Hey, you’re the one who picked me as the most handsome.” Yeonjun puffs out his chest, still pleased by that.
“Yeah, under duress. I only picked you because your name was the first I remembered.”
For some reason, he remains proud. “So what you’re saying is that I’m very memorable.”
You drop your head back against the sofa and the wall behind you. “Lord…”
“You’re bluffing. Bet you do actually daydream about kissing me.” Yeonjun goads. “I wouldn’t blame you.”
You snort. “Kissing? You wish.”
He places his sketch pad away from his lap and onto the part of the sofa next to him, smirking at you. “Oh, I do wish.”
You narrows your eyes at him. “Really? What about?”
He cockily moves and leans forwards, coming close to your face, his stupid smirk never leaving, humoured. “Lots and lots of things.”
You know he enjoys flirting without you doing anything back, meaninglessly flirting with you countless of times today without you reacting. You know he gets a kick out of it, so you decide to retaliate back this time, having had enough of it. If Yeonjun wants to play this game so badly, then maybe it's time somebody plays it back. You’ll see what he does then.
“You know what I think?” You grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling his face even closer to yours, grinning yourself and making your voice sultry sounding. “I think you’re all talk. Bet you couldn’t actually even kiss me.”
He instantly pulls his face away, flustered, shocked by what you say, eyes wide, not expecting you to say something like that back to him. Especially since you hadn’t entertained anything else he’d said this entire day. “What?” Yeonjun’s face flushes immediately, turning unmistakably bright, beet red from his neck and ears too. His mouth clamps shut. And for perhaps the first time since meeting him, yeonjun seems quite speechless. The legendary flirt of the host club couldn't handle being flirted with back, he was accustomed to being the one in control of every conversation.
There’s an attempt to regain his composure though, clearing his throat and trying to confidently smile back. “I could and I would. Do you want me to?”
“Yeah. Go on then.” You challenge him, chin raised high, poking the bear with a stick.
He’s not sure if you’re serious, and yeonjun hesitates. “Fine.” He leans in, face close to yours again, staring at you falteringly with his narrowed feline eyes, but trying to make it seem formidable. Close enough once more that you can see the mole next to his eye, see the shadows the dark warm lighting casts on his cheek bones, making them that much more prominent, and smell the faint scent of his expensive cologne. You’re equally staring back with heated, daring eyes. You’re so sure you’ve won. He’s not going to do it. It’s all just talk.
Your eyes flicker down to his pouty lips, his rich, cushiony lips. They had such a pretty, distinctive shape to them that you’ve never seen before. For a small second, you wonder what they’d feel like against yours if he did actually lean in more, but you shake it away. Are you slowly being charmed too? Has he put a spell on you? Is this how he does it?
At last, yeonjun draws back, running a hand through his hair.
You’re just about to laugh in victory, knowing he’s lost, knowing his words hold no meaning to them, but then, yeonjun suddenly surges forwards, grabbing your face. His mouth mushes with yours fiercely and you gasp into it, startled. You find your lips move back with his, perhaps you’ll still win if you’re not the first to break away.
Both of you continue kissing for a long time, mouths sliding together, teeth over lips, taking it in turns to suck his bottom lip, then his upper lip. You don’t know if this is still part of the game but it’s starting to feel less significant as time goes on and your lips meet again and again, colliding with soft breaths. You’re enjoying it, yeonjun’s heavenly lips feel good on yours. You definitely feel like you’re under a spell right now, all almost hypnotic. Maybe he’s a witch. You’d like to believe that more than any of this being of your own will.
Barely an inch separates when you both pull apart for some air. Yeonjun is staring at you, entranced and dishevelled with rosy cheeks. His usually perfect hair has fallen into his eyes, and his plush lips were beyond swollen and tinted so red, all the blood vessels rupturing there from your kissing and biting. His breathing is totally uneven. The image and how stark it is makes your stomach flip and flutter.
Then, you’re kissing him again.
You’re touching and gripping onto each other’s bodies in different places as you continue to make out. Your lips reach yeonjun’s angular jaw, then down, brushing against the warm skin of his neck, leaving kisses and still being able to smell his lingering, delicious cologne that’s been able to last the whole day. He lets you, tipping his head back as his eyes flicker closed and his hold on your waist tightens.
Playfully, your hand reaches down to stroke his thigh and then his crotch, grinding the palm against the hardening dick in his pants. You like leading the whole of this, it’s amusing. Yeonjun goes completely still with a sharp, shaky intake of breath, mouth falling open. But just as you’re about to pull his dick out to actually touch him, his hand slaps against your wrist, stopping you. “N-no. Let me.”
You tilt your head. “Huh?”
“Let me eat you out.”
Wow. You thought yeonjun would just want to get his dick wet. He certainly looks like he needs a hand wrapped around it right now, but he’s offering to tend to you instead.
You shrug. “Okay.” You’re definitely not one to complain. So, you lie on your back for him.
Yeonjun sheds off all the articles of clothing of your lower half, grabbing the back of your knees to push you closer to him on the sofa. He spreads your legs, his sharp eyes heavily lidded at the sight, practically salivating. “Pretty…”
He wastes no time in diving into your pussy immediately, shoving his face in and licking up a long stripe of your cunt, before completely messily making out with your pussy, groaning and grunting against you, holding onto the flesh of your thighs tighter. You satisfyingly sigh out at the dim ceiling your eyes are fixed on before closing your eyes all together, biting your lip.
You grab ahold of yeonjun’s hair, fingers threading through the soft messy blonde locks and tugging just hard enough to make noises escape his throat in response.
Yeonjun attaches his perfect pretty lips to your clit, sucking, suctioning so vigorously until the bundle of nerves are even puffier than his lips. They feel even better on your clit, like they’re made just for that. He focuses completely on your pleasure, furrowing his brows as he eats you out, humming and whining and groaning, licking and sucking. The sounds of him smothered in your pussy are so audible, taking over the music still playing on the record player, and so obscene, so wet, you can only oddly describe it as if yeonjun is hungrily devouring a bowl of ramen, enthusiastically slurping and inhaling it all.
“Am I finally pleasing you? Weren’t pleased with anything I was doing before.” Yeonjun lifts his head up to look at you desperately and obsessively. He clearly takes this very seriously, intent on making you feel good.
“Mmh, sure. Keep going.” You don’t really care for anything he’s saying, barely listening, you’re nearly reaching the edge, so you grab more of a fistful of his hair, grinding down on his face. You guess he wasn’t wrong about being good at entertaining people.
Knowing you’re close, yeonjun brings his signet ringed fingers to your hole, quickly fucking them into you and lapping at your clit with his tongue, flicking over and over again, your slick gushing out as he does this. It manages to bring you over, thighs clenching around his face and cumming all on him. You moan out loud and so does yeonjun at the view of you orgasming, nuzzling into your cunt further and licking up everything you give out.
Eventually, he lifts up from between your legs, your juices coating all around his enlarged lips, that they look like he put on some kind of really shiny plumping lip gloss. With a happy, drowsy smile, yeonjun licks it all off around his mouth. Then, licks his fingers clean off too, his family heirloom ring, dripping in your cum. Usually effortlessly confident yeonjun, looks incapable of forming any actual thought.
“Fuck me.” You tell him, looking down at the way his dick is practically crying to be let out of his pants, slight patch of precum dribbled out on it. You pull his zipper down, freeing his dick and pumping his achy red, leaky cock, rubbing your thumb over the tip and swiping at the fluid on his sensitive slit. Yeonjun curses, hips bucking and mouth hanging open, blissed out at the stimulation.
“Fuck you? Sure…Yeah… I-i can do that.” Yeonjun breathes out, so far gone already.
“You want to make me feel good, don’t you?” You spread your legs again, holding his gaze.
“Yes.” It seems to snap whatever restraint he has left. Yeonjun quickly goes to grab condoms from somewhere, nearly knocking something over in the process. When he finally gets ahold of one, he comes back, tearing the packet open with his teeth in a rush. Which you’ll admit, does something to you.
He frantically pushes the condom onto his cock, and you can only describe yeonjun’s face as purely debauched after he lines up his swollen fat tip to your pussy and pushes in, bottoming out completely, your walls sucking and swallowing him in so good, filling you up so good, both of you gutturally groaning. “Oh my g-ughh…” He moans every single time he pushes back in, mouth slack, long pretty whines and cries escaping him.
You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer and sheathing his dick deeper into you. Your hands slide up his back, digging your nails into the muscles there and yeonjun’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head at that. It’s not long at all until yeonjun just completely loses himself in the feeling of you, his thrusts quickly building up in speed, slamming his hips harder and deeper, erratically.
He’s so unrhythmic with it, sloppily still trying to fuck you as his brain turns to absolute mush, he can barely do it, his pretty lips staying parted with how delirious he is. Yeonjun’s hips are practically shaking with every roll and you think he might actually fall on top of you. He tries to hold onto you, face falling into the crook of your neck, biting down there, utterly wrecked, drooling all on your neck now with muffled moans and groans.
You’ve had enough of his dumb useless rutting, growing tired of the position. You roughly pull at his hair to bring his face back up and away from your neck. He looks at you practically cross-eyed, slurring. “Shit, you can’t even fuck me. Pull out.” You tell him.
Yeonjun panics, confused, shaking his head. “Huh? What-please, please.”
“Just pull out.”
He does as you say, whining and wailing at you like a hurt animal. You roll your eyes at his dramatics, shoving him down onto the sofa instead. “Calm down. I’m fucking you myself.”
“No, I-i can fuck you. ‘m sorry. I can do it.” Yeonjun tries to beg, profusely apologising, not wanting to feel useless to you, wanting to make you feel good, tears appearing in the waterline of his eyes from how muddled his mind is.
“Sssh. It’s okay.” You stuff two of your fingers into his mouth to shut him up, but also, wanting to watching him suck your fingers because you’re weirdly fixated on his gorgeously shaped, plump lips now. The sight of him sucking with sparkly tearful eyes is so hot and debasing.
Pulling your fingers out of his mouth, you straddle yeonjun, grabbing his dick. You place it at your entrance and unceremoniously sit down on the whole of his dick fast in one go, taking him all in to the hilt, until your hips meet his. It knocks the air out of yeonjun, theatrically throwing his head back and it has you sighing in pleasure at having his cock inside you again, stretched out at a more delicious angle.
“You need me to fuck you, baby. Don’t you?” You hold onto his abdomen, swivelling your hips around him and then beginning to ride him as yeonjun moans and mewls out so brazenly loud.
“Yeahyeah-mmm.” Yeonjun is fickle as shit, not complaining at all once he feels your pussy, in fact, he likes it more now since he’s not doing any of the work.
You lift yourself off and slam back down, bouncing on him faster and faster at an unrelenting pace and yeonjun just lays there underneath you, looking pretty and almost doll-like with his blushed cheeks and glossed lips in the shape of an ‘o’, happily taking it all in pure ecstasy, tongue lolling out and contently moaning high pitched like a girl.
You can’t help but chuckle at the view of yeonjun beneath you, brushing a strand of damp hair from his sweat-beaded forehead. “You’re more like a princess than a prince, yeonjun. Maybe you should be the princess’s host club instead.”
You thought he might objectify but yeonjun just mindlessly nods. “Kay…long as you’re still fucking me.”
You giggle, bringing your hand to the side of his hot face, stroking your thumb sweetly on his cheek. “You like being taken care of by me?”
Yeonjun nods, leaning into your touch, purring like a cat. “Uh huh.”
You can feel yeonjun’s dick twitching uncontrollably inside of you. “Aww, princess, are you close?” You teasingly coo.
Yeonjun helplessly whimpers. “Yes, so close. Kiss me.”
You tut at him. “You’re not even going to ask nicely? What a spoilt princess.” But you do it anyway, leaning down, capturing his addictive lips with yours, kissing him hungrily, filthily, tongues tangling and swirling together as you ruthlessly ride him, both your brains clouded up by the other, sucking on his tongue nastily too. You clench down on yeonjun’s cock purposefully and he satisfyingly cries into your mouth, you swallowing down all his needy sounds.
You continue to bounce wetly on yeonjun’s girthy cock, going up and down at a mercilessly cruel speed as it creates sticky squelchy sounds, fucking the life out of him whilst his cries accelerate, your ass smacking his full balls every single time, grabbing his shoulders hard to hold onto as you do this, intent on reaching both your highs.
“Ohhhmy god. I’m cummingg!” Yeonjun cums first with garbled, mangled, pornographic whines, spilling his seed and filling the condom with his white gooey substance, back lifting off the sofa and arching as he sees stars everywhere. He pants and heaves, throwing an arm over his face at the overwhelming sensation, trying to come back down to earth, going boneless, feeling like a pile of nothingness, like melted ice cream in the sun.
You continue to use his spent dick and yeonjun just lets you, his lips bitten raw, so close to your own orgasm too, so in reach as you keep jumping on his cock hard, reaching up in a gummy spot inside of you, prodding it every time so good, eyes squeezed shut in complete bliss, sweating so much, thighs aching. You don’t stop though, bringing your hand to rub at your clit too and you’re quickly able to let go, cumming around yeonjun’s throbbing overstimulated dick. You stay there, riding the after waves of it, slowly still moving on yeonjun’s cock, trying to prolong it until you can’t anymore and it stops feeling good.
You collapse on top of yeonjun’s body, utterly exhausted, allowing him to weakly grab and cling onto you as you both drift off.
“Shit, yeonjun. Wake up.” You attempt to shake yeonjun.
The both of you had managed to pass out on the sofa until the next day after the event planning had very abruptly turned into something else entirely. And now, you’re running a little bit late to set everything up for the workshop, neither of you remembering to set an alarm.
Yeonjun stirs in his sleep but doesn’t wake up, pouting with knitted eyebrows.
“Yeonjun.” You shake his shoulders more aggressively, shoving him.
“It’s too early.” He whines.
“No it’s not. Check your phone.”
He groans, but reaches over to grab his phone, checking the time with one eye open, dragging a hand down his face. “Ugh. We have to go already.”
“Yeah.”
He gets up and so do you, quickly getting ready the best you can, grabbing the bundles and armfuls of supplies of everything you need and running over to the host club room.
Both of you rush to get everything prepared, checking the number of attendees, placing all the supplies each person and table will need, such as needles, measuring tapes, embroidery, fabric, scissors, pins. You make sure the screen and PowerPoint is up and ready. Yeonjun had gone to the printer to make individual copies of the demonstrations so everyone has one on a table. The sewing machines also needed to be carried one by one, all the way from the fashion department building and back to where the host club room is, which takes a considerably long time and effort. By the fifth trip, your arms genuinely felt like they were going to fall off and slither to the ground.
The room was finally ready, guests would start arriving any minute. You collapse into a chair, yeonjun dropping down on the one next to you.
And the event goes satisfyingly well. As you had expected, the guests love the idea, following the steps and learning how to sew simple clothes, particularly loving when yeonjun comes around to flirt individually and help with the sewing machines, giggling and blushing into their sleeves. As the assistant, you go around table to table, checking in and giving extra supplies when guests need them, making sure everything is running and working the presentation on the projector as yeonjun confidently talks and teaches. You have to admit, It feels nice and rewarding to watch the whole event actually come to together, seeing everyone enjoy it after planning it for a long while yesterday.
Yeonjun insists on you being his model, wanting to make a top fitted for your measurements.
You groan. “Why do I have to be it, though? There’s plenty people who would love to be your model.”
“You’re my assistant, so you’re my model. Plus, you’re gorgeous enough.” Yeonjun deviously winks, corners of his mouth curling upwards as his eyes rake over you.
You shake your head and defeatedly sigh. You thought his flirting would stop after you had retaliated back, but he’s flirting even more so.
You don’t have much of a choice in being his model, so you stand before him, letting him get to work. You get to see his fashion designing skills in action. He’s very focused, it’s a little endearing, measuring tape draped around his neck, pin held between his lips, catty eyes squinted in concentration. Yeonjun measures, cuts, sews, creating the top and then decorating it. It’s a very pretty beaded, well fitted top with a gaping heart hole. There’s tiny red crystals, sequins and beads on the edges of the heart, cascading downwards like dripping blood, elegant and slightly unsettling. He even manages to make one for himself in the short time frame, making a matching one with a similar concept for himself. His featuring a similar heart motif, though slightly larger, with black crystal embellishments spreading across the chest like fractured veins.
Once everyone is done creating their pieces, there’s loud music playing on speakers as everybody shows off what they made, walking down the makeshift platformed stage acting as a runway, all the guests cheerfully, clapping and supporting each other, the lovely atmosphere is quite infectious. Yeonjun grabs your wrist to walk down the runway together, yeonjun ridiculously posing, hands on his hips, flicking nonexistent long hair as guests scream and whistle so concerningly loud, losing their minds. You do the same, posing too, actually having fun as yeonjun does jazz hands around you.
The aftermath of the event looks significantly less glamorous, the room is a beyond mess, looking like some sort of natural disaster had taken place in it, and unfortunately, both you and yeonjun have to be the ones to tidy and put everything away. The sewing machines nearly killing you off yet again when you have to return them all back to their long journey home.
“Ice cream?” Yeonjun suggests once you’re finally done with clearing the room, panting and sweat ridden from all those cursed sewing machines.
“Yes.” You immediately agree, tired eyes lighting up, wiping sweat off your forehead yourself.
You don’t bring yourself to complain about getting yeonjun’s chauffeured car to the ice cream shop now, despite how within walking distance it is, every muscle in your body so sore. You order the tiramisu flavour and yeonjun gets the strawberry cheesecake, swapping ice creams, having liked what the other got more last time.
Yeonjun jokingly offers you a scoop of his ice cream again to feed it to you, holding it out across the table for you. “Say ahh.”
You narrow your eyes, but challengingly accept, eating it just to watch the shocked expression appear on yeonjun’s face as he hadn’t expected you to actually let him feed you. But then, the stunned reaction changes, the idiot is glowing, widely smiling.
“You’re helping with soobin’s event tomorrow.” Yeonjun says after a bit, resting his chin in his hands and smiling at you across the table.
You had almost forgotten that this wasn’t the end, and only the start. Four more events remained, and four more hosts. The thought alone was exhausting. Tomorrow would be soobin's event and you had absolutely no idea what it would involve.
“Hopefully, you don’t like him as much as you like me.” Yeonjun jokes, but keeps his eyes still lingering on you, something almost faintly wistful about it, though he’s still smiling.
Now that you’ve come to think of it, you’ll never likely be working with yeonjun again after this, feeling the tiniest bit melancholic about it. But you snort anyway. “Who said I liked you?”
“You have to have liked me a little, otherwise sleeping with me would have been a very strange decision on your part.” Yeonjun raises a brow at you, grin only deepening.
You burst into laughter despite yourself, and so does yeonjun.
“Unless,” he adds, placing a hand over his chest in wounded exaggeration, “the sex was so bad and you like me even less now, which would be quite sad.” A dramatic pout pulls at yeonjun’s lips.
As bizzare as yeonjun is, you supposed you get how people can be charmed and pulled in by this man now, because you do find you’re no different than anybody else who likes him anymore.
Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)
A/n: I’m so sorry if this is shit and everyone hates it 🤣🤣 Im too scared to read it all back and then change it all and never post it 🤣🤣 i kinda hate this sm. yes I am aware the ending is so poorly written 🤣 Ughh i do have a love hate relationship w this bc I do feel I could have done it wayy better but I just don’t think I would have ever actually posted it so I’m making my peace. but ayyy yeonjun debut on my blog ! I actually have another fic idea for jjun that I want to write so badly too
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!!😊
genre: puppy hybrid!beomgyu x fem!reader smut oneshot
wc: 3.6k
warnings: sub!beomgyu, puppy!beomgyu, use of names “puppy”, “baby”, “good boy”, and “bad puppy”, 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 that he’s sexually pleasuring reader
💌: 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!!
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.
He must’ve came while he was eating you out.
He shyly looks away from you, noticing your gaze and moving his hand to cover his crotch.
You were so dazed out you didn’t even pick up on the way one of his hands left your thigh and began rubbing himself through his pants.
Or the way he whined and moaned against your cunt.
“Does it feel better puppy?” you say using your foot to move away his hand.
Beomgyu’s eyes sheepishly meet yours again as he nods.
“Yeah but," he frowns, "it’s all sticky now.”
You can’t help but smile a little at his words.
Maybe your sweet puppy’s silly licking habits have some good uses.
it is my deepest darkest fantasy to just have doormat!soobin as a boyfriend. a passive doormat. a puppy happily chasing after you as you walk in and out of your days however you want.
imagine yourself being your kinda bossy, know-it-all and meticulous self and he's just,,, a silly sunflower next to you, smiling and nodding and going along with whatever you want.
what should you cook for dinner? no need to for his opinion, he'll just say "whatever you feel like eating sweetheart". got an idea for a date? he'll be right there to approve of it, "that sounds really nice", and tag along. any frustrations or feelings you want to let out? always on the ready to comfort or hype you up, whatever the situation is. need to go grocery shopping? he'll get back with exactly what you wrote down he needs to get, and knows to call if something is sold out. want to play some video games together or watch something? literally say less.
the only times he resists just a little? when you pull the collar of his shirt down to passionately kiss him like there's no tomorrow. he's a bit embarassed every time, but he mostly resists a little because he knows you like it. blushing furiously, a slight sheen of sweat starting to form, his breath already coming and going faster, licking his lips, and yet he playfully pretends he doesn't want to be ravaged by you while you push his buttons, nibble on his neck, his jaw, whisper in his ear.
eventually though, of course he knows when to stop playing and let you do your thing, let you manipulate his body like the doll he offers himself up as. whether it's getting pegged while holding his legs up, watching his eyes close, his brows furrow and his lips part as he whines so prettily... Or sucking your strap while looking up at you with his doe eyes and your hands in his hair, pushing him up and down... Or you lying on the bed with him thrusting into you like he studied you (he did), tears threatening to spill from his eyes as you squeeze this man's dick to its grave, overstimulating him, ordering him to continue until you're finally satisfied, he'll do it all and he'll do it happily, even if he has to cry and moan and whine and whimper until his dick breaks.
istg the things this man does to me i'll climb him like a cat tree and suffocate him with my-
omg omg imagine sub!beomgyu sucking off your strap-on?!?! like he'd be on his knees for you, looking so fucking pretty. ughhh he's such a slut so ofc he'd like for you to make him gag around you. he'd def be messy with it too, saliva dripping down his chin and everything. ugh, i could go on FOREVER about this lol.
SUB ! BEOMGYU SUCKING YOUR STRAP
Oh abso-fucking-lutely bro. I think beomgyu has a big oral fixation, he’s always playing with his lips, biting and he loves to have something in his mouth, whether it’s your tits (he loooves sucking your tits), fingers, he’s obsessed with just sucking and kissing and biting everywhere on your body, and sucking your strap. Literally just look at him !! Everything about him was made to suck your strap pretty. He’s so perfect for it. His doe brown puppy eyes, doll lashes fluttering as he looks up at you, his perfect glossy round pouty plump lips !! He takes your strap so well and It’s just the most gorgeous sight. He’d be on his knees, your fingers in his soft fluffy hair, gripping and pushing him on and off the strap, bobbing his head and he’d be so into it, all focused and moaning loud and pretty, eyes either closed so you can see his long pretty lashes fanned out perfectly or looking up at you with those starry big eyes of his, drooling and dribbling down his chin, lips all wet and slick and swollen, cheeks flushed and just the sound of him sucking. You’d make him gag on the silicone cock and him struggling and choking just sounds so pretty tears springing to his lashes when it nudges the back of his throat, whimpering and gripping your thighs desperately. He’s just your pretty doll and you love ruining him. Omg even applying your pink lip gloss all over his plump lips because he’s literally just your doll and then making him suck your strap on, shiny lips wrapped around your cock, and it just gets all messy, gloss on the strap and smudged and smeared around his mouth ughhh bringing him up to make out after that too, gloss and spit on both your lips and he’s so desperate and eager for it too because he’s been sucking your strap for so long and he gets to kiss your lips and a real part of you.
I wanna talk more about biting and extreme marking with gyu bc it’s brainrotting me rn 😵💫 like I think beomgyu would absolutely love biting his partner affectionately randomly all the time everywhere but also loves it in the bedroom too 🤔🤭 like imagine riding gyu and he’s grasping onto you for life, face buried in your neck and teeth sinking into your shoulder hard from how good it feels and drooling and slobbering all over your shoulder, he genuinely can’t take it, trying not to cum so fast and the prettiest muffled moans and cries coming out of him as he bites down onto your shoulder, eyes wet and tears threatening to fall hehe <3 but also just beomgyu biting you playfully or even brattily during sex
Okay now on the beomgyu receiving end hehe leaving biting marks on beomgyu is so 💞💕💞 he would look so pretty with them and just imagine having a heated makeout sesh and kissing down his neck, biting down so hard on his flesh, he lets out a little cry hehe, but it turns him on even more bc I think gyu would find a little pain hot bc he’s freaky like that, licking a stripe of his neck to soothe him and then biting again until he’s so hard just from that, whining for you to touch his dick. biting and sucking harshly all on his yummy, gorgeous, exposed collarbone too smdjndnmm I need to absolutely ravish him omg
Okay, okay and beomgyu just has the most gorgeous most perfect body ever and absolutely, one hundred percent needs to be marked at all times !! If he was my bf…I wouldn’t be able to keep hands and mouth off him he’s getting mauled 24/7 especially that tummy of his jesus fucking christ. also his inner thighs too they need to be littered and covered with bite marks and hickeys and purple pink bruises.
and who the hell would not be possessive of gyu if he was your bf !! So imagine pegging him from behind and scratching heart shapes and your name on his back, digging your nails hard into his pretty arched back, leaving rough red trails that it’s even bleeding a little whilst you’re fucking him, biting onto his shoulder and neck too and when you ask him, he’ll moan out that he’s all yours <3
Wearing tinted, sparkly lip gloss and kissing all on his body too !! Especially on his chest, teeth grazing and biting at his nipples too lol whilst you swirl your tongue around the buds making his nipples a bit sparkly too with the gloss, sucking and suctioning with your lips until it hurts shapes onto his chest like hearts or ‘mine’ and he’ll happily let you, gleefully giggling and squirmy and turned on bc he loves you marking him as rough as you like and he’ll let you do whatever you want with him
tags: slow burn, non-idol au, reader is emotionally constipated, hurt&comfort, sensory overstimulation, mentions of masking, overthinking, party/mentions of alcohol, university setting, will add more tags if needed
word count: 2.2k
ts pure self indulgence byeeee (also obvious disclaimer, this is based on my own experience with autism and isn't meant to wholly represent autism at all)
Part 1 ✧*。
Life feels best when things fall into a comfortable routine. At least that's what you think, looking at your phone on the bus driving to your campus, feeling a short spark of gratefulness in the midst of your drifting thoughts. University is going decently well after a few hiccups, and you somehow managed to get a tiny studio apartment for a price your scolarship could cover.
As if to mock you, sunshine obscures your screen, quietly reminding you that winter is long gone, and spring is creeping in from all directions.
The chipper of birds you can't hear through your headphones, the first leaves bursting out of their buds, the morning sunshine leaving a slight warm feeling on your face as you walk to the campus building...
You don't mind spring that much, you only dread the inevitable summer that follows. Sweaty and sticky clothes, the burning sun making any white wall a real life flashbang, the utter lack of nighttime, are all things you could easily live without.
You set down your bag once you reach your usual seat in the lecture hall, and pull out your materials.
A person catches your eye. You almost think "as usual", but that goes too far for your taste. Or your ego. Choi Soobin is simply an interesting person, you immediately justify to yourself.
Everyone hypes university life to the heavens, saying it's the opportunity to meet new people, do fun things, even find love, or just a quick fuck if that's what you're looking for. For you, it didn't feel all that different from high school. More people, more studying, but the people themselves? Same old. The vast majority of people didn't usually pique your interest anyways, and that hasn't changed.
Once a century though, you do look at someone and feel curiosity bubble up. And how somehow, this curiosity makes you want to talk to someone before they've ever talked to you. But you don't do anything about it. Ever. Simply because you don't know how. You've never learned how.
All the friends you've had throughout your life aporoached you first, took an interest in you first, initiated conversation with you first, before you responded in kind and entertained a friendship with them. Going up to a stranger to strike up a conversation just isn't in your skill set. And that's fine, you think. It's not like you take an interest in someone often, and you're very satisfied with the friends you have.
But your eyes still drift to his silhouette among the dozens of others gradually filling the auditorium. He turns around, talking to his group of friends, and you can't hear, but you can see him laugh at something they said, shoulders relaxed, eyes crinkling, a wide smile highlighting his dimples. In this moment, even the artificial light shining from the tall ceiling gives an ethereal touch to his simple expression of joy. You're not surprised that he attracts so many people just by existing, it's like there's a perfectly lukewarm aura around him, pulling everyone in.
The professor walks in, pulling you out of your train of thought. This entire non-interaction leaves an uncomfortable knot in your stomach. You can't figure out why, and not finding a reasonable explanation makes it feel worse.
No time to overthink it though: The lecture has begun.
The lecture went okay and the rest of the day went fine. Uneventful, but that's not really bad by itself. Despite that, you do feel like a liiittle bit of, anything exciting really, would be fun. Even if it's sometimes hard to admit to yourself, there's nothing wrong with with wanting a deviation in your routine sometimes. Emphasis on sometimes. On occasion. Today though, you're exhausted, lying on your bed and scrolling, instead of giving up on finding something to satisfy whatever lack you feel inside and going to bed. A notification pops up. It's the university group chat:
~yawnjun: yo people! anyone wanna party this weekend?? got the usual place to myself lol, join the groupchat if you wanna come
~yawnjun: [invite link for "house party this weekend lesssgo"]
Oh? You feel kind of tempted to join for a second, but revise yourself. Parties mean music at insane volumes, people drinking too much alcohol, flashing lights, and what are you even supposed to do there? Observe people vomiting and making out? And why would you do that to yourself anyways? The fomo hits once in a while, but you know that in the end, relaxing with a good comfort show or playing a good videogame is an infinitely better use of your time.
Even so, your mind is busy weighing the pros and cons of a decision you pretend to have already taken. You can't quite shake the tension in your mind, keeping you awake for longer than you'd like.
You pick up your phone, your best friend calling you on a late friday afternoon.
"Hiii!", rings into your already connected headphones.
"Heyy, what's up?", your usual greeting leaving your lips.
"Nothing much to be honest... But no news is good news too am I right?"
"True, true. Not much to mention on my end either, just life, the usual stuff, university, bla bla."
When one, or the both of you had nothing major to discuss, you always said something along those lines to yourselves: No news, no new family drama, no new friendship drama, isn't a bad thing. No news means less potential disaster basically. That didn't mean you wouldn't still phone for 2 or 3 hours a week talking about a variety of subjects: Your bestie's latest true crime story, a youtube video you watched provided more evidence that men suck, your bestie sending pics of clothes and bags she has been wanting to buy for weeks and asking if it's worth it, and lots of other miscellaneous matters.
A pan slips from your hands into the stainless steel sink, making a horrible reverberating metal sound against both the sink and other dishes. While you wince, you hear a chuckle.
"What's all that noise?? Are you beating someone up with a steel pan?"
A small laugh leaves your mouth "Nah, just doing the dishes lol."
"Sounded like your walls were gonna break down", she snorts. That lights up a bulb in your mind.
"Oh! Speaking of breaking down walls, that reminds me, a guy from uni sent a highkey open to everyone invitation to a house party in the group chat."
"Yeah?"
"Yup. I've heard of the guy, Yeonjun. Like, the dude inviting everyone I mean. Apparently his parents live close to campus so he's still living with them, and he hosts parties whenever they're not home, or at least that's what I've heard. His parents must be pretty chill I guess..."
"Maybe he's just hiding it well?"
"Well anyways, I don't know, I've been thinking about this invite too hard I think. Like, it's obviously for anyone and everyone, but I still feel like I shouldn't go? If that makes sense. I do feel the fomo and kinda wanna go? But, I also know for a fact I'm gonna hate it."
"Why skip on this opportunity though... Isn't this what you've been waiting for all this time? Do i have to explain this AGAIN? Nothing's ever gonna happen if you never move that ass of yours anywhere! I won't tolerate another 'waah waah i want a boyfriend i'm so horny i'm so lonely life is so cruel' speech from you if you don't GO and at least shoot your shot."
She almost sounds exasperated, but you're having none of it.
"Listen girl, parties are just THE perfectly crafted spawn of hell when it comes to sensory nightmares. Like yeah, I want to have a boyfriend, so I have to put myself out there, but really?", you pause in between to emphasize your point, "A house party? Loud music, loud and drunk people, full rooms... and people making out right infront of my holy virgin eyes? Yeah, nah", you laugh, "I'd be deepfried and K.O. for the following 24 hours at LEAST, and it's not like the success rate of this... working? is high anyways."
"Hooold up stop right there, when we were in highschool, you were all like", and she takes on a slightly silly tone, " 'You can't tell me to move my ass, I'm literally never invited to any party or whatever, if I had an opportunity I'd take it, bla bla', and now that the party is served to you on a silver platter you won't take the chance? I'd count not going as self-sabotage at this point. One day I swear you'll thank me for pushing your stubborn ass outside. You never know when you'll meet your future husband, remember that?? And do you also remember how I went to a party just cause I wanted to grab the opportunity if it arises, and ended up meeting the most delicious man ever?"
"Yessssuh, I know I know. But I don't even have any nice 'going out' clothes to w-"
"Don't even come at me with that, you know you've lost the argument when you start bringing up something so trivial. You don't need any fancy stuff and you know that full well, a nice skirt and that one singular crop top you own will be easily fulfilling the dress code at an unserious house party from whatshisname."
You think for a second. And unfortunately, she's right. You're stubborn, but not stupid. If presented with a proper logical argument, even you are willing to admit defeat, so to say.
"I guess? True...", you slowly say. "Welp, nevermind then, biiiig news!", you comically overact, and exhale through your nose with a crooked smile on your face, "I'm going to a house party tomorrow and I'm super unprepared!"
You might sound like you're kind of annoyed, but deep down you know that's the outcome you secretly wished for.
"Unprepared? Knowing you, never! Hah! But stop doomposting straight to my poor ears, can't you find anything you're looking forward to at that party? A little optimism can't hurt."
"I mean.... I don't know, I guess I still want to try getting a bit tipsy, a little drunk, to see what it feels like. Alcohol tastes like shit but at least at a party I won't need to spend my own money on it..."
"Don't overdo it though. I'm telling you, but I'm sure you know. You don't need to stay until people start puking, you don't need to drink, you don't need to play the stupid game someone proposes or dance like crazy. But try it out for a bit, get a feel for the people you're literally attending lectures with. Speaking of, I know I've asked before, but, anyone caught your eye? Cause this could be an opportunity to talk you know."
You hesitate for a split second before replying "No... not really."
"Not really? So yes or no, there's no not really, do you or do you not find someone even just mildly interesting?"
A second of silence. Then "No. There's no one, and you know that.", you lie. A lie for you or a lie for her? A white lie for the both of you, you think.
She sighs, "It never hurts to try... and don't be so sure of yourself. You might be surprised a- Oh, fuck, my sister's calling. It's prolly about my mother's birthday. Call me if you need anything okay?!", she hurriedly adds.
"Sure thing, byebyeee~"
"Bye! And update me on sunday!"
"Yeah yeah", you say, and hang up. Geez. This is gonna be a wild ride.
Headphones, check. A sandwich in case there's nothing edible over there, check. Phone fully charged, check. An ammoniak stick just in case everything goes to shit, check. Outfit... check?
You look at yourself one last time. It's nothing crazy. The aforementioned white crop top, and a pleated mini skirt, the only one you own. In an unfortunate bright green, but it is what it is. You did a bit of makeup, again nothing crazy, your usual look with some blush and a nice glossy lippie. But enough to feel kind of done up to go to a party.
You look around your room one last time, in case you see something you forgot. You check the group chat you joined through the invite link yesterday evening. There's about 50 people in it. You looked trough the profile pictures in search of a certain face... with no luck. There's lots of non-selfie profiles though, this isn't definitive evidence he won't be there. The bright, refreshing dimple guy.
~yawnjun: oh and party starts at 9 btw
~yawnjun: here's the address
~yawnjun: [address]
~taehyun: alr
~JK: do i need to bring smth?? booze?
~yawnjun: since you asked you have to HAh
~JK: damn bruh... only cuz it's you, man
Should you bring something?? You didn't know you should... Too late now. Or should you pass by the store before going? Pick up some soda to mix or whatever.
One last look into your bag, and you're out the door.
You didn't know what impact this decision was about to make.
this is suuuuuper self indulgent ok, and my first fanfiction ever, so please be gracious, but do tell me if something sticks out to you! constructive criticism welcome :) tbh idk i feel like my writing is real cringe... but it is what it is. i gotta birth this baby lol
Hi! I just wanted to say I really love the way you write. I was also wondering if you could write something featuring Taehyun with a mix of fluff/comfort and a bit of smut :)
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ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: one perk of having a famous boyfriend is the endless content at your fingertips, though sometimes that content has you craving for him
ꨄ︎ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: established relationship, fluff and some softness, smut, softdom!tyun, oral (f.rec), slight teasing, slight praise, slight voyerism? (The risk of it ig), slight aftercare, lmk if I missed any
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.5k
𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ my first request, thank you so much for enjoying my work that much I really hope this lives up to what you imagined!!! I’m always here if wanna see anything else⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
The new album… I’m quite literally in heaven listening to it over and over, being a moa is the gift that keeps giving because we get so many beautiful songs I could cry anyways thank you txt for blessing our ears and everyone go listen!! ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ
Jingling of keys permeates right through the dead corridor, peering over your shoulder like somehow your keys entering the lock and turning is some crime you have yet to find out you are committing, you unlock it with caution untold. The dorm appears quiet when you enter, though that could all be a facade if you know the occupants inside. It could be so silent you hear pins drop and in the next moment Kai is bursting from his room with something on his phone everyone just has to see immediately; so no, you don't trust stillness.
"Tyun?" You call out with vigilance yet as you hear his handle turning from down the hall, you feel something close to embarrassment snake up your neck leaving goosebumps in its wake, wishing you could just swallow your words back up and bury them deep enough to think about it, even for just a second. It feels so silly now you stand here, his belongings surrounding you, mocking you for being so selfish. He must be beyond wiped out, comeback preparations in full swing and more still to come and here you are, demanding more of him because you couldn't control yourself seeing how the camera had captured him for a recent interview.
It's not like you had prepared for it either, but the lighting had caught that honey glow to his skin you could only really see up close, picked up on that slight amber in his eyes, the ones you see staring back at you, underneath your sheets, his, anywhere you can if you're being honest with yourself and suddenly that admiration you have hearing him talk about upcoming projects plummets deeper in the pit of your stomach. You feel no better than a hormonal teenager, and that shame only matures seeing him pad through the living area to you.
"You okay? You really don't seem it. Are you sick?" His visually checks you over, reaching out a cautious hand to gauge your temperature. You do in fact feel hot to the touch, cheeks flushed not from sickness but from the desire you reluctantly feel bubbling up inside you.
"I'm okay, really, I just- are you sure the boys are all out?" You couldn't think of anything more mortifying than admitting what you are about to with prying ears, especially those of his teammates and dear friends.
"I'm sure, they all have schedules or whatever else they told me they'd be busy with, I wasn't really listening 'cause I was too concerned with your message" he starts, fingers brushing the hair away from your eyes with affection "Now, are you going to tell me what's wrong before I loose my mind?"
You grimace when you detect the apprehension in his voice, perhaps your text of 'I need to see you' with no emojis or anything to soften the blow might have him anxious with worry like he appears to be now. You definitely should have thought that out before putting your craving into words, because now Taehyun stares at you anticipating your distress.
"It sounds so selfish now..." you veer off, turning away from him because you can't bare the look of frustration he has a habit of hiding, like how he hides his exhaustion. Even now, he appears flushed with vibrancy, like he hadn't spent the entire day out of breath exhausting choreography.
"It's not selfish to come to me when something's troubling you, what else would I be here for?" He allows a soft smile to grace his lips, hoping to coax your problems from you, filling up his cup to relieve you of that weight. In your anxiousness, the attribute of his you adore the most had slipped your mind, the one frustration would not touch with you; patience.
"I saw your interview, you just looked so pretty, I wanted to see your face..." the honesty tumbles from your lips before you can catch it, luckily Taehyun is there to break its fall. His soft smile grows into smirk of understanding, his digits gracing the side of your arm in warm embrace.
"Is that all, love?" Playfully prodding, his head dips, lips brushing the shell of your ear while his hands drop lower "or is it because you wanted to see my face between your thighs?"
His voice gnarls, toying with the drawstrings on your joggers you hustled into with haste on your way here. You'd longed for this as you threw them on, that he'd be removing them much like he is currently, peeling the soft cotton from your scorched skin, your abdomen flutters all the same. The plush couch beneath you offers a velvety perch when you're laid back against it, surprised it doesn't catch flame with how hot your passion runs, thighs clenching together involuntarily as Taehyun takes seat in-front of you, finger tips dancing along your plush flesh ever so slowly.
"Don't tease, Tyun..." a whine rips from your throat, you sound a little too desperate for such little buildup already, but you've been envisioning this ever since you first made your way here.
"Wouldn't dream of it" voice so sickly sweet with faux truth, this is all fun to him, you whining and writhing before him pumps his blood with adrenaline and craving. "Open for me"
You oblige his demand with pleasure, your lace panties are the barrier between your cunt and his lips yet he looks entranced all the same, the sky blue material refracting in his eyes like your thighs are the gates to the afterlife he'll willing throw himself into. He could tease you by dragging his lips along your inner thigh, bite with little but enough force it jolts every nerve ending awake, instead his lips ghost over the satin concealing your core.
With little warning, you buck your hips to the first contact, fingers threading through his hair as his tongue soaks through the material like your arousal already had. He holds back a groan the best he can until his tongue slips past your panties, the first taste of you like sugar on his tongue and just as addicting.
"This what you wanted, love? Cause fuck am I glad you decided you needed to see me so urgently" you keen to his words, the desperation clung to his voice like he’s already way too far under your spell to care for much else. His tongue laps you up, not even bothering to remove your panties completely, pulling them aside is enough to chase your taste with delight. His lips latch to your bud, suckling like his life is dependant on gifting you with the feeling of bliss, needs to feel you come undone under his touch.
His lips pick up tempo to match your whimpers, when gripping his hair can’t give you enough penchant for vigor, you dig your hands into the cushions around you with intensity you’re surprised doesn’t rip right through. You’re close, you can feel it and he can see it, begging for your attention; the sight of those amber orbs you once saw through the screen now permeate right through every sense.
“Come for me, love, show me how much you wanted this” how can you refuse him when he asks so prettily? A renewed determination to see your eyes glaze over lust, arriving at that point where you reach for the sky and touch stars instead, you fall without much thought in it, mind numb to the sensation of his lips navigating each inch of intimacy. The roll of your hips and his name spewing from inside your chest and he feels the way you collapse beneath his body, spent from just a few minutes between your thighs. He chuckles heartily, you really must have been needy for him.
“You okay?” He asks, voice soothing that bridge from your high to the gentleness of covering you under the warmth of a blanket. You can’t answer, not quite yet while you chase the breath back to your lungs, your hand rests atop his caressing your hip tenderly. “I feel better now” there’s delicacy in the moment, head rested on the pillow Taehyun fluffs up for you to sit up slightly, a glow on his features as he stares so lovingly towards you. Not much could shatter the peace you’ve created together here, born from pure lust is something that’s hushed and stable, soothed when he climbs behind you on the couch to embrace you.
Like you understand about the dorms, silence is never preserved for long, the voices howling from the corridor outside are a reminder that this sanctuary cannot last forever, much to yours and Taehyuns dismay. The grin on his face contradicts this though, not even so much as embarrassment lays in his features but something resembling jesting, arms pulling you closer and lips peppering light kisses to your neck “At least I got you to finish before the hoard came back”
You chuckle and simply take in as much of the restfulness as you can before the key turns in the door, spilling open with the tumble of four boys.
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: The stranger you once met eludes you in both understanding and presence. When you make his acquaintance again, he isn't all what he seems...
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: injuries, threat, blood drinking, dead animals, elements of comfort, gyu being a vampire with abilities, reader is a hunter, kissing, dry humping, its just sensual really, suggestive
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 5.2K
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𝙆𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨…⋆˚࿔ vampire gyu isn’t a new concept but I just had to write something for him it’s so iconic he’s so vamp coded and I just adore making men yearners (he’s really wrecking me this comeback)★ ₊⊹
Double post this week to celebrate release week yay I’m still not over how stunning it is I’m in love 𓆩❤︎𓆪
Twigs snapping under a twisted ankle was a drop of blood in shark infested waters to him; pointed, furred ears turned to the sudden intrusion of suppressed whimpers in an otherwise silent forest, calling him for inspection. To the untrained eye, theres no visual clue of any predator roaming, the light fluttering of bat wings is barely heard or seen high in the canopy, a disarming of defences. It's designed that way. Even when his human form comes forth, nothing stirs or is alerted, he prowls freely. A maroon tinge in moody eyes stalks past a large tree trunk. And the scent of blood, the sweet tangy smell caused his nostrils to flare, inhaling as much of the heavenly scent as possible. It was unfair really, how little awareness he could give his prey to be alerted of his presence, perhaps run away, give a little chase, alas, he was simply unaware of just how adept he was at stealth, truly the perfect evolutionary hunter.
Now a deep crimson, his eyes honed into the source of disturbance. From the creatures attempt to conceal their pain, he had expected a rabbit, or even a lost lamb, not large enough for a full meal but enough to tide him over. Instead, among the leaves scattered along the rocky forest ground, a small child, no more than 10 years of age hunched over, fawning over a scraped knee. An internal conflict wracked his mind, it had been many days since his last feeding, not quite enough to reach the starving point but more than hungry enough to question it, only made more conflicting now his food was insight and seeping from the wound. Alas, he approaches.
"These woods are dangerous for a little lamb like you to be wandering alone. You never know what might be lurking where you can't see" your head snaps up in attention, darting to see where the silky voice had come from, a small gasp leaves your lips upon the sight of the towering man revealing himself from behind the trees. He didn't appear like anyone you had ever seen, soft snow skin and raven locks flowing along his neckline. He's reminiscent of the princes read to you in fairytales, hailing from far away lands of swashbuckling adventures and stardust coated dreams.
"I was chasing a rabbit" wobbly lips rasped, unsuccessfully concealing any pain that you felt.
"A rabbit? Perhaps you were not meant to be a hunter" he muses you with a soft smile, presenting his full body slowly as he steps into your view line.
"I wasn't trying to kill it, I wanted to befriend it" sensing the certainty in your statement, he cocks his head in amusement, approaching to kneel in front of you, creating an equal eye line.
"I see. Creatures as small as rabbits tend to be cautious of things much larger than themselves. I fear that's a trait you lack" despite the severity of his words, he offers a smirk on his lips.
"I'm not going to be hurt, I come to the woods everyday" the confidence is beyond amusing to him and for a moment the naivety reminds him of a time long past. A time when blood was not the driving force of his vitality and the sun still embraced him.
"Can you keep a secret?" He waits for a confirmative nod, your smaller gaze focused on him, watching as his hand cautiously reaches out to your injured knee. You're sure you should be afraid that a stranger is reaching out to touch you, and yet there is no attempt to stop him. "I too have come to these woods for many years now, longer than you have been alive. I know every tree root and stream that runs through like the back of my hand. But one thing I will never do is let my guard down. There is always something scarier than yourself out here. That knowledge is what's allowed me to return to the woods everyday" palm brushing gently over the scrap to reveal that the skin beneath had healed in a matter of seconds completely enraptures your mind, gasping as the realisation sets in. Even for a child of only 10, you know that it's simply impossible for something of this world, and yet you sit, clutching a healthy knee. Looking up to confront the man who had seemingly healed you, you find... nothing. Nothing remains of the man who was in your company just moments ago, the forest around you had reverted itself to the state it once had, silence.
── .✦
The next time you encounter your prince, you are too old for fairytales; you've outgrown your fanciful imagination, exposed to the harsh realities of the world around you had roughened you around the edges and grounded you in truth and fact. You long for the mysticism you once felt, a divine reasoning to the fateful encounter in the woods all those years ago, but it always seems to evade you whenever you try to catch it, grasping desperately with digging fingernails. You can't find a way to explain how your wound had sealed in seconds, exhausted all possibilities past what you know and what you simply fail to comprehend.
Despite all of this, there's a pestering urge inside you understand, call it stubbornness but it gripes you endlessly, a puzzle with the final piece missing. The man you encountered that day had made such an impression on your growing mind you chase him subconsciously, search for him in the shadows of the trees to no prevail. You tell yourself it doesn't matter, you should focus on your task at hand, but that persistent urge remains no matter how much you bury it.
His words then had branded your pride, you were not the smartest nor the fastest and your experience had proved that one day it would get you killed. So you picked up a bow after that day, desperate to become proficient with your weapon of choice. Luckily you adapted quickly, at just 20 years of age you have more skill than your brothers you became the provider for your family, hunting anything from small game to larger meals. Your expertise had earned you vigilance, enough so when you find a hunched figure instead of the rabbit flitting in the crosshairs of your arrow, you halt.
A steady trigger finger shakes for the first time since that day when you recognise those silky raven locks and porcelain complexion only now tarnished with the blood of the tiny creature you were hunting. It drips messily from his chin while his eyes widen, from the look in them you had managed to sneak up on him. There's no doubt it's him, the man whose ghost you've been chasing for years, except he looks not a day older while you have grown in stature and appearance. No sign of ware or marring on his features.
You suppose what he was doing- consuming that rabbit wasn't much different from your own intentions, a hearty stew was awaiting your family at the end of the day, but the way he's teared it apart, massacring it in such a way seems... utterly barbaric. The primitive instinct inside you doesn't tell you that 'this is nature, the prey and the predator' instead it tells you to run, anywhere you can away from the active threat in your reticle so your legs take you home, weaving the trees and anything in between.
When you close your front door behind you, there's the feeling that if he wants to find you, hunt you down like you were doing, he would. When that never happens, you're unsure if you should be grateful or fear it. The carmine hue to his irises struck that sentiment home for you, something so deeply unsettling and unnatural lay in them.
You lay in your bed that night battling yourself for fleeing as you did, you let the fright control you the same way ignorance once had from what you had searched far and wide for, him.
You leave home the next day with your bow slung around your back and determination to catch the man once more. You know it's a long shot, your better judgement knows it too so when a steady voice breaks the silence around you as you crouch close to the ground, that fear floods in once more.
"I apologise for startling you, little lamb" you clearly aren't as concealed as you thought, his eyes penetrate straight through the thickets you hide in to stare right into your soul. They don't glow crimson now, inky with tones of burnt umber as if it's typical for humans eyes to change. "For then and yesterday"
You would be foolish to assume that he hadn't remembered you. You're older but not so unrecognisable from the small girl wounded on the forest floor as you sneak in the bushes now, especially for a man of his mystique. You do the one thing you couldn't back then: defend yourself.
In a hair of a second, you're stood, bow drawn point blank to the man as you cautiously step out from your hiding spot, keeping the tip of the arrow pointed towards him.
"What are you?" You interrogate, eyes as piercing as the arrow you have laid and waiting if he tries anything. But he just stands there, unmoving, like the arrow means nothing to him. You shudder the thought.
"I wish you no harm" his palms face you in surrender, it's for show, if he wanted you dead you would be, although your bow does a decent job of making you feel slightly more secure. It's foolish but it's instinctual. Your posture holds, a clear signal to him you are not backing away from your intrigue.
It's all for naught, he's gone from your sight in a split second. It shouldn't be possible but you know better with this stranger, you can no longer see him but you can feel him, stalking and prowling around you. Every crack of twigs forces your bow in the direction of the intrusion ringing in your ears, moments stretching to what feels like hours as you anticipate his return.
But how can you when the being you're up against is so clearly superior in every sense, narrow fingers grip your jaw and slither round your arm drawn in an instant. It's constricting just enough to hold you in place without injury, disarming you physically and in spirit, you can try to wriggle free but his hold is just too overpowering.
This close he can hear the thump thump of your elivated pulse below your skin, smell the syrupy candy that flows through your veins below his fingertips. Hell, your body is so petrified he can see the major vein that runs along the juncture of your neck all the way past your collarbone jump in his presence, begging to bitten down into and drained of every drop of essence. His mouth waters for the aromatic scent, fangs barely graze that delicate skin laying so sweetly for him, he's insatiable for the chance to taste you that reigning himself in is a strain. "You're a clever girl, I'm sure you understand what this means" his growl reverberates your skull.
That subtle prick, barely there but the promise of those fangs digging a little deeper and piercing straight through your neck, you know what he is. They were also in your bedtime stories, while the princes lived in gold crusted castles, these creatures resided in the dark, the only way to know they stalked was the trail of shrivelled corpses, drained of every drop. They were cautionary tales of vigilance, a myth told to ensure kids were tucked up in bed after dark, but the twinge at your pulse point, the harrowing warmth of his breath there, you know they are more than stories.
By the time the realisation that you are knocking deaths door comes, he's gone again, the soft constriction seizing your body lets loose, he's lost into the forest like that first day you encountered him.
── .✦
For the next few weeks, you catch what you think are glimpses of him flitting through the woodland, flashes in the corner of your eyes that when you turn around are never there. Your fear dwindles with each sighting, you know now that you would not become a meal so easily, his preferences are the small creatures you also hunt, and not frequently enough to diminish your supply. You can only hope his appetite will not grow to include you.
Above all, he seems curious of you. You can say the same for yourself, the initial reaction to finding out that his kind exists is one you wrestled with, a world view you had steadily built over years came crashing down from a few meetings. Then you can only feel acceptance. He is a creature with needs the same as you and all the animals in the food chain. What once was savagery to you, how you had found him devouring his meal, was now no different to the bears or big cats you weary from, nature has no words such as 'savage' and 'barbaric'. To feel superiority because you hunt with weapons would be senseless. Though you can't help but marvel prowess, and his is impeccable.
Eventually you spot him perched on a lower hanging branch in the canopy. Instinctively your bow is retracted and facing him once more, though when you realise it's him, you reluctantly pull down, going about your tasks of setting up fresh traps. You both say little to each other the first time, just observing subtly the way you traverse the world around you was interesting enough for the both of you. It's fragile, the trust between you; it could shatter if one of you treads wrong, yet neither of you traverses over that line.
It grows steadily, flourishing each time you meet with mutual understanding. Gradual conversations act as the sunlight that bud of trust requires to bloom, and the shared time in each other's presence as the water. One time, you lead him to your small hunting cabin where you prepare the carcasses for supper and for the pelts once you saw his attempt to conceal his cowering from the sunlight piercing through the foliage. It's increasingly endearing how he endures the discomfort of daytime to simply accompany you. Hiding out in the cabin allowed you time to be curious, you learn his name is Beomgyu and to his knowledge is 186 years old, and he learns your favourite season is autumn, the oncoming frost and desolation of winter is but a promise that life will bloom again.
Eventually, you even grow fond of each other, instead of simple occurrences of meetings you seek each other out. Your days are filled with pleasantry where silence once laid, sometimes he guides you hunting, detecting the prey with heightened senses and marvelling your skills with the bow. Some days, when your stockpile is bountiful enough, he reads to you, novels he's collected over the years or his favourites from his youth. He's had plentiful years to scour the expanses of literature, but you suspect the words elevate off the page not from the elegance of the stories but from his saccharine voice, soothing your soul like a lullaby.
Spending so much time in his company means you come to talk about everything, big and small. Sometimes you converse about the tribulations he's faced in his 186 years, the lessons he's learned watching almost two centuries pass. Others, the quiet is filled by only meaningless chatter. You eagerly await both the same, always greeted with the same Cheshire Cat grin and your nickname.
You had asked him on one of those days where conversations flow to little significance, huddled up in the cabin to escape the scorching afternoon rays, how that nickname had come to fruition.
"Beomgyu?" You lift your head from the book he had gifted you to read to where he's settled on the window seat. Luckily the cabin is north facing so he can observe the sun bathe the forest from a safe distance like he does most days when tucked away in cover. You sympathise with that longing he holds on his face, yearning to be kissed by the sun just once more. "Yes, little lamb?" He replies before you can reflect upon that thought.
"Why do you always call me that?" His gaze is on you, attention undivided.
"What... 'little lamb'? I have called you that since the day we met" he recalls that day as you do, you had come a long way from that incognisant child.
"I know...I just, wanted to know why a lamb?"
He seems to ponder that consciously, chin rested in his palm as he turns to face you fully now "Well, humans had always reminded me of sheep, you all think like a herd, your faith can rally a whole congregation into rejoice, but your wraith can create an armageddon. But when I saw you lying on the ground that day, I only saw innocence, much like a lamb. I couldn't bring myself to make you my prey" it's where your trust in him had initially solidified, he told you that when he was reborn as the creature he is, his thirst was insatiable, could hardly contain himself into overfeeding on humans that it made him sick. The guilt came next, it swallowed and consumed him to the point of swearing to only feed on humans when the animal blood could no longer sustain him, and even then he would never feed to the point of death. He told you how starving he was that day, yet he never drank from you. From that, trust was cultivated.
"What does that make you?" You muse playfully, he takes the hint and plays along, his grin grows tenfold.
"I guess that would make me the wolf, the natural predator of the sheep, stealthy enough that the sheep never sees it coming" he puffs his chest in faux conceit, putting on a humorous show for you.
"And yet the wolf is capable of domestication. You are nothing more than an overgrown puppy" if the vampire had any blood still pumping, his cheeks would have glowed from the infectious giggle spilling from your lips.
"You are the one who follows me around like a lost puppy, you tell me who the domesticated one is" he scorns mischievously, facing the window once more with crossed arms.
"Your days would be so incredibly long and boring without me, admit it. Majority of the time it's you that waits for me" you scoff with jest and he never replies, just watches you from the corner of his eyes with a sense of knowing that what you say is true. It's dangerous to admit that, so he bites his tongue.
You often fantasise about what it would be like to touch him, run your fingers through those luscious raven locks that up close, earthy tones seep through, but he always seems so flighty whenever you get close enough to brush him. You are not blind, he's a beautiful man, the most you've ever been witness to and now you know him inside and out you think there's not a soul alive that could come close to the seat he holds in your heart. Apprehension is the thing that prevents you from reaching out to close the distance when he pulls away, that look of pity you picture him to stare at you with terrifies you. Foolish, foolish girl, for being naive enough to dream.
One day you bridge that gap too closely, he arrives to you after an embarrassing scuffle with his prey, you suppose the success rate for any predator cannot be 100%. Tuffs of hay and dried dirt stick to his hair and cheeks mockingly, he knows from your giggle upon seeing him. When you are finished with your quips, he bends slightly so that you can reach to shed him of tarnishes, but the look of pure concentration in your eyes, not allowing a singular hair to fall out of place on-top his head once you've plucked the straw proves too overwhelming for him. When the warmth your hand radiates touches the iciness of his skin as you scrub the stubborn marks away he flinches. Flinches so far away from you the only way to escape that oppressive desire is to leave. He does so with such haste your hand is still raised and ready as the empty space from which he once stood remains.
He never meets you out in the woodlands the next day like he usually does, nor does he wait in the cabin. You must have done something wrong, you think, for him to flee in such a manner, yet what that is escapes you. You feel guilt and anger and sadness and all the baser emotions before settling on worry, for it was not like him to avoid meeting with you in some capacity. You wonder if he fell sick with something and then remember his body is too robust for viruses that afflict you, exerting any and all possibilities. It petrifies you to think something has happened to him, something you cannot save him from, so when a week passes and still no word of him, you take matters to your own hands.
The rain is torrential, soaking the ground to the roots and with such ferocity it's challenging to navigate the way to your cabin, the way ahead is obscured with sheets of silver as the drops lash down, pelting your cloak. You have to persevere if you want even a chance to catch him, it's optimal time for his hunt, his senses penetrate through the rain with little effect to his honed skillset, even through the shadowy veil of night. Trudging forward is a hassle so you mentally thank your feet for getting you to your destination, the cabin lays as still as it has been for days.
You clamber inside to escape the rain as quickly as you can but it doesn't escape you that the oil lamp you keep on the table is lit, only light enough to cast shadows along the walls with minimal illumination. What it means lights your spirit. Beomgyu must have been here.
"Beomgyu? Where are you?" You call out into the space, it's not a large room but big enough that the murky corners bleed out to obscure your view. You squint your eyes to gather more information of the space around you, there's little where for him to hide once your vision hones into the hunched figure on the ground.
"You need to leave, lamb" his voice sounds pained, struggling to huff out as you recognise the figure to be him, curled up in on himself in the corner, the sound of fingernails scratching into the wooden floorboards sounds raw in your ear.
"Are you okay-" you rush to be by his side "It's not safe!" He snaps, turning his body away to distance himself, hoping to discourage you from stepping closer, but not before you witness the wince in his brows, keening over in agony. If it's not sickness, then it must be hunger, though you've never seen him so hysterical.
"When was the last time you fed?" Your voice is tender, he curses that it must be readable how starved he is, or possibly it's that you can see through his facade.
"It's not of your concern" his words come out harsh but you know the source of his concern is not to trouble you. You are well aware of his stubbornness by now, in fact it's trait you share so you understand his reluctance to ask for help, yet it aggravates you so. Here he is, writhing on the floor in pained whimpers when you sit with his vitality running through your veins.
"Feed from me" your solution is simple, but almost instinctively he snaps back "I will not!"
"Beomgyu, you must! You are shaking!" Your barking match continues
"I won't and that's the end of it!" His fist collides with the wooden beams beside him, punching straight through and with his voice loud enough to momentarily halt the ambience of the torrent downpour outside, you grow silent. You watch as he fights to sit upright, no better than a wounded animal in finesse and it stings, the man you have come to love sits in anguish refusing you as you offer yourself.
"...please, I can't bear to see you like this knowing I can help. You know how I trust you" your voice is delicate this time, hoping to appeal to his softer nature.
Moments pass in silence except for the laboured breaths he exhales, gathering all composure he can to lay out his weakness before you "It's myself that I don't trust"
"You feed from people without killing them all the time, why would I be any different?" You feel for him, you will never know the torment of having to take from once you were, feeling all that is left of your humanity slip through your fingers as you gorge yourself on it, a spectator to the mortality reflected before you.
"Because it's-..." he halts before feeling the words spill over "-it's you" his words maim you.
"Is my blood not good enough?" You huff in jest, hiding the dejected feeling of rejection from him though he sees it. He sees more than you know.
"The opposite. I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself nor get enough. That I'll never want any other blood again once I've had you" he's exhausted himself empty from the hunger, his armour comes crashing down before allowing a glimpse of the infatuation for you stowed behind his eyes. He receives the confirmation your heart feels the same when it thumps against your chest rapidly, pumping that sweet nectar that pushes him so close to the edge of control.
"Then don't" the words tumble from your lips, you need no time to think it over "Wha-?"
"Feed from me and only me, take your fill from the animals and then come to me when you are in need" you play a dangerous game, dangling the only prize he has ever craved so desperately like a piece of candy, like it's all so simple. That rumble deep in his stomach makes it so difficult to see sense, something that any other time he would flat out refuse. Because underneath all of it, if any harm came to you from his hand, he would condemn himself for the rest of his days.
You crouch to his height, beginning to crawl towards him with steadiness to avoid spooking him away from your touch. When you reach his thighs you place your own on either side, planting yourself in his lap. He can overpower you in an instant, even in the state he's in, so you understand he's allowing you this close, permitting the way your palm cradles his cheek with tenderness.
Phantom pains are something he's heard of, the feeling of a limb that no longer belongs and he knows it true now, the ghost of where his heart use to beat rings through him from your proximity, the way you tilt your neck in open invitation. It's dizzying for him, a thick haze clouding his mind that he can see all of you this close and smell you so intensely, digging his nose into that juncture.
"You have to mean it. Because once I start, there's little that will be able to stop me" he needs you to understand the gravity of what you ask, there's every possibility he takes too much from you in his greed, yet you care not, not when he looks up to you with glassy eyes, pining for you so beautifully.
"Please take all you need" your admission jolts his limbs awake, hands pinning your waist securely so that you can't wriggle from his grasp, as if you'd ever want to. He snakes his fingers to the back of your head, carding through your hair in a display of affection before he takes, slipping his lips along the skin he needs. You expect the stab of his fangs and instead are met with open mouth kisses along your collarbone, devouring all of you before he even tastes your blood with passion you have not known, he's feening for you.
Whispering words of apologies and caution of how it will only hurt for a brief moment blurs into the burning sensation of penetrating teeth right into your pulse point, setting ablaze to your nervous system as your body fights the feeling of shock. The ache is consuming you faster than you can catch up to, you stabilise yourself on his shoulders but it does little to steady your delirious mind. He constricts his hold anywhere he can reach, tugging the supple skin of your thigh once the first drop of your blood hits his tongue. He becomes a crazed man, devouring you in a frenzy when the warm syrup coats his throat, mewling for the exquisiteness taste. Suckling down everything he can is the tipping point of your suffering, subsiding into something akin to euphoria, the gates of heaven are pearly and opening for you.
Loosing all control of cognitive bodily functions, all he knows is to drink and lap up all you can give to him, the rutting of his hips upwards to meet your core is all subconscious desire that he no longer has the reigns over. When you grind down in his lap, he whimpers and whines into where your bodies connect, you feel his hardness growing beneath you. He's throbbing and it makes you cry out in pleasure, it's not all take but give as the sensations of him consuming you are rapturous, not falling but soaring. It's ravenous how he gulps, he drains you to the point of whirling wooziness, the blood-loss is rearing its head and you can do nothing about it. You're too lost in him.
It's up to him to notice how sedated you appear, you're pliant in his arms and unable to focus on how his fingers dig into your plump flesh, no longer chasing his touch like you had been. Its reluctance to retract his fangs, he could have easily sipped until there was nothing left but that's the last thing he wants "Lamb, tell me you're okay"
He gathers your head in his palm, tapping your cheek with the pad of his thumb to alert you.
It's like you've taken a long slumber to awaken to the contents of your dreams in waking life, Beomgyu sits before you, only looking at you, your blood tints his lips, utterly captivated by you.
"Take me, Beomie…please. Fuck me” he can see the adoration clouded by desire displayed in your eyes as you stare at him, lightheaded but sincere as you beg. How could he refuse you with that devotion; he would have to be a man possessed. Blood stained lips curl into a snarl, capturing yours in a rushed, passionate kiss and murmurs so softly,
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.
Monthly brunches with your little group of friends were never dull. You actually looked forward to them the most whenever life’s schedule grew tedious, and work exhausted you to no end.
Although not this time around, with the guy you've been dating for a couple of months now.
Choi Soobin.
He was kind, gentle, and up front with you. Caring in a way you could never fully comprehend, a sincere lover, and certainly a pleasant view for anyone who had eyes.
You would definitely say he made life more colorful, and of course, an immense part of the discussion at monthly brunches.
Various topics would dance around the table, only meeting their end when the waiter returned with the food–but once plates were partially empty and bellies half full, the conversation rekindled.
From busy morning traffic to bothersome colleagues, to the inevitable sexcapades you all rounded the table, narrating to one another.
So once the group got to your particular situation, an entire index of questions came hurling at you, desperate to scratch whatever strange, kinky itch they all secretly shared.
“I mean, he just seems too nice,” One of your friends shrugged. “ How could you blame us for thinking he’s more on the vanilla side?”
“Uh, uh. It’s the nice ones that scare me,” Another friend muffled, covering her mouth as she swallowed another bite of French toast. “They’re cute but get all frisky once they've got you pinned.”
You were fairly private about your sex life and the activities you and Soobin enjoyed.
Not because you didn’t want to tell them, but you did feel a bit self-conscious about being seen differently. You loved your friends, no doubt, but just the topic of toe fetishes made them lose their appetites. So, you continued to play it safe.
“No, she's right.” You let out a faint laugh, putting down your now-empty cup of mocha. “He can be pretty basic at times.”
“Told you,” The first friend teased, clearly proud of her speculations, while the rest of the group simply rolled their eyes.
“That man’s too sweet. He’s like made of sugar.”
You shifted in your seat, reaching into your purse for your favored pack of Marlboro Reds. Internally, you prayed your smile was sellable enough for them to move on. “Totally.”
Little did they know.
─── · ·
Earlier that morning, a shirtless Soobin had just finished his morning ritual, placing his toothbrush back in its holder.
You were nowhere to be found when he stirred awake. Reaching over to hold you, there was nothing but pillows and a cold blanket. But it didn’t take long to realize exactly where you were.
He left the bathroom and rounded the corner, hearing the whistle of the kettle he had put on the stove minutes ago. Upon entering the kitchen, he paused, sensing you nearby–the air veiled in your soft essence.
Familiar with the scent, he knew it was the body wash you used during early-morning showers. His eyes fluttered shut, completely enamored by it.
Your wet hair. The calm little droplets slowly cascaded down your neck until they seeped into the shirt’s fabric.
His shirt.
He knew you had it on cause you wore it to bed the night before, just inches above your knees as your legs perched up by the window–your attention lost in some chapter of a book.
God, just the thought of seeing you like that. He took a deep breath, feeling his dick twitch. He needed to hurry.
Impatient now, he opened a nearby cupboard in search of a mug, his other hand turning off the stove. Then he poured the nearly-boiled water, grabbed two packets of chamomile tea, and added honey.
He stirred only three teaspoons, just the way you liked it, and made his way to you.
A few careful steps later, and there you were, exactly as he had envisioned, in your usual spot during a quiet sunrise. He felt all oxygen leave his lungs, frozen in the doorway as he watched the sun’s rays shine on your skin.
How otherworldly.
He nearly jolted when your voice struck his ears.
“Are you on my time or am I on yours?” You urged more like an order, not even sparing him a glance.
He rushed over, still cautious of your tea, handed it to you, and straightened up beside you.
“My cigarettes?”
Soobin didn’t hesitate to pull them out, already in his sweats pocket. You gladly took them and placed them on the windowsill.
“Good. On all fours.” You commanded. Almost faster than you said it, he complied, kneeling on the wood, as he stared at the floor.
“I trained you well, I see.” Smirking, you flipped to another page.
“My good boy.”
The man let out a labored breath, though he wasn’t sure if it was because of the sweetness laced in your tone or what he was preparing himself for. Probably both.
He sat in eager silence, pressing his palms to the floor harder, as you took a small sip of your tea. You hissed, letting out a chuckle from the hot liquid, burning the tip of your tongue. Perfect temperature.
“Just the perfect little mutt for me.” You turned to him, finally, and pressed the scorching drink on his back.
Instantly, Soobin jerked forward, whimpering as the mug’s rim hit his skin. In consequence, some tea tipped onto him, forcing out a pained moan.
“Oh no..” You cooed, returning to your book. “Are you gonna drop my tea, Binnie?”
“Shit...” He quickly straightened his back, biting back the whimpers threatening to escape. “N-no, I won’t, Miss.”
He felt his cock pulse from the feeling, mixing between pain and pleasure every time he shook. Not to mention you. So cold towards him as he poured into you.
Call him a lovesick fuck, but it made him fuzzy inside, wanting nothing but to feel that warmth again, and you gave it to him.
You taking this so seriously, despite being hesitant at first, meant so much. Like you actually cared about making him feel good. Though in a rather cruel way.
He wanted to earn your love. Your rewards, your kisses, your beautiful smile when he did the right thing. He craved it all.
“I–hah! I promise I won’t, Miss.” Soobin fought his pathetic moans from escaping him, but that quickly faltered when you drove the cup to a different spot, urging it into the flesh.
He gasped, stunned by how good it burned. He could feel himself leaking, precum staining his pants. “Yes! Please...”
You let out a low chuckle, staring in awe as he took everything you gave him, getting off on the adrenaline yourself.
“Please, what Binnie?”
Then he fixed his gaze towards you, making you inhale a sharp breath. You met his teary eyes and quivering form, struggling to get the words out.
“Please..k-keep hurting me,” he cried. “Wanna burn-ngh! f-for you.”
You felt a heat surging through you, aching between your thighs as he looked away, which was good in your case. Cause oh, did he look so pretty. Though, even better with his mouth on your wet cunt, drinking you up the way you liked.
You wavered, dropping your book beside you, lifted the ceramic off of him, took another sip of tea, and set it aside the window.
Reaching over for your Marlboro Reds and lighter, you observed the fresh wounds, pulling a cigarette between your teeth.
“God, are you fucking pathetic.”
You continued, lighting up and taking a nice drag. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”
You took a few more inhales before gently forcing the end into his shoulder.
Another pitiful whine betrayed him, curling his toes as his cock twitched once more. “Mhn! Thank you..”
He tried not to tremble, but the bliss was becoming too much. He writhed and bucked his hips against nothing, craving some sort of friction.
“Thank you s-so much.. so grateful.”
You repeated the torture, using a few more on him as he unfolded at your feet.
“My little ashtray,” You purred with a tilt of your head. “That’s all you are.”
At this point, Soobin was completely hysterical. Tears coursed down his face, and drool dribbled down his jaw while his body shuddered in pleasure. Truly euphoric.
He felt a tightness coiling in his abdomen with every bud that scorched his skin, each one hurting like a bittersweet kiss.
“Think I’m gonna come,” Soobin pleaded, fighting with whatever will he had left not to fall over.
“Please–I’ve been so good…been so good for you.”
You couldn’t lie; his pleas were making you just as restless, wanting so badly to put his pretty mouth to use, but you had more restraint than that. You could go for hours if it meant having him exactly like this.
“Oh no, you won’t, baby.” The words slipped through your lips like venom. “Not until I say, I’m done with you. Understand?”
His sobs echoed throughout the room, so close to release, yet entirely loyal to you. He adjusted himself, his knees sore against the floor.
“Y-yes, I do...”
You couldn’t help but laugh, smiling down at his injured skin.
“That’s my good boy.”
─── · ·
“What a shame,” You heard one of your friends sigh, finishing up whatever was left of their plate.
Meanwhile, you took another drag of your cigarette, twisting and teasing it through your fingers. You watched the smoke wane into the air, a new gleam in your eyes as you smirked.
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