taejun threesome, but it's them competing who can make you cum the hardest and loudest
and both of them have insane stamina 0‐0
(i can def see both of them being hard doms, but jjun is just a tad gentler) (i'm up for correction!)
(idk what it is w me and threesomes nowadays holyyyy)
ᵎ!ᵎ sᴇᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴀʟ? ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟᴇ! ༘⋆
── .✦ pairing: k.th & c.yj
͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏.☘︎ ݁˖⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ featuring... The Virgin Formula Taejun !! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
.ᐟ.ᐟ ᯓ ... in which your daytrip out to the golf course after your chemistry exam ends with your two cheerleaders wanting more than just a hole in one <𝟑 .ᐟ
ᝰ.ᐟ wc- 4k ╰┈➤MDNI - NSFW content ahead...
warnings!! and mentions!! unprotected p in v, kinda hard 'n mean doms!taejun, double penetration, inexperienced nerdy!reader from tvf, slight dumbification, dirty talk, range of petnames (angel, slut etc.), creampies, degrading praise, some choking (can't remember if this made the final cut), dacryphilia, oral f!rec, Not proofread
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ tyunningism's note: Should be on hiatus but I've been leaving @saccharinezennie hanging for too long and decided to drop the taejun threesome which i've merged with an anon's ask for tvf!taejun so the drabble might be a little off track!
College is a rough patch. Even more so at the peak of exam season, when you can’t think about anything but the chemical formulae connecting all the pathways in your head. Which is arguably something you’ve always been grounded in and flawless at, although nowadays it’s almost as if that’s all you pay attention to. Scraped aside to the corner of the living room, where your desk is being crushed under the weight of all your manuscript-grade textbooks, you keep your nose buried inside the crack of a page. So often that your roommate Yeonjun sees the back of your head and the contents of the pages more than he sees you. Occupied with submitting your own research, and a hypothesis or two you failed to prove— you rarely have time for him, and even less so for his best friend.
Who has, most definitely, tried every coercion tactic under the sun to pull you from further melting into the seat you fall asleep in, as opposed to your bed. Whether it’s Taehyun taking you on a joyride (which you ruined by playing lecture recordings on the aux), or Yeonjun perching you on his lap to watch a rom-com (which you slept through after exhausting yourself on a thesis). Or even when both of them plotted to drop their towels after a post-gym shower right in front of you, and fuck— you didn’t try to spare them an eye.
Not until exams were over at least! You, all happy-go-lucky to be free from the shackles of your chemistry degree, whereas on the other hand, your roommate and his friend look more sluggish than ever. Limp, barely living but surprisingly breathing, Taehyun’s even said he’s lost muscle mass after a month of being swept to the side for capillary tubes and anhydrous copper sulphate bullshit he doesn’t understand. So it’s only fair that you agree to finally relax with them after knocking the weight off your shoulders. It just wasn’t fair for them not to warn you beforehand that they’d be unloading their entire summer plans all onto you.
A hand straps tighter than your seatbelt around your thigh, the other steering the wheel through grasslands you’ve more than missed seeing. And Yeonjun’s been demoted to backseat again, his legs kicked up onto the centre console and occasionally kicking into the back of Taehyun’s seat whenever it best deemed fit.
“Did you remember to put on sunscreen before we left angel?” Taehyun kisses his teeth in the front mirror, shooting a glare right through to the ash-blonde who retracts his foot back towards the floor, keeping quiet about the muddy footprints he’s already plastered.
Your head pops off from resting against your palm, turning to face your designated driver who’s got his eyes busy on the road. Glasses pushed up his nose, hair messily tousled and styled by his fingers alone, which is to say slightly overgrown and tickling down the back of his neck. “I had Jun apply some for me earlier. Couldn’t reach my back properly, you know.”
“—She took her bra off so I could apply it correctly too.”
“Jun!” Mortified, you whip your head towards the back with your eyes peeled open. Sort of unsure of whether pressing your finger to your lips to shush him would help with damage control, or if overexplaining yourself would be a better route with Taehyun. “Don’t make it weird! I-I wanted to wear a backless shirt, that’s all.”
Taehyun hums knowingly, but it passes through his lips so monotone that it worries you honestly, until he opens his mouth to speak. “I’m surprised he didn’t offer to rub sunscreen around the inside of your thighs. Sounds like something he’d d—"
“Oh! No he offered to do it for me too while I was drying my hair.” Your face beams as if you saved yourself heaps of time by letting Yeonjun do all the hard work. Hell, you even offer to help save time by applying sunscreen on both of them the next time you’re out.
“—And, I got to see the cute little panties she wore to go golfing. The purple see-through pair you bought for her Taeh—”
“Ohmygod Jun shut up!” Poor guy doesn’t receive a warning for the bottle of hand cream you toss at his face. From head to toe, you’re quivering with embarrassment, hands balled up as you glare at him from peeking over the passenger seat before he could pull anything else out of his foul mouth. You also think about correcting him for a second, about the fact that the thread was starting to come undone to those sheer panties Taehyun bought for you with ‘no intentions’. Thus your current predicament right now, with an underwear shortage you can’t even pinpoint when it began to happen and how they happened to have gone missing throughout the weeks and a last resort. A pair of white boxers that belonged to Yeonjun, which is albeit, better than going commando.
The grip around your thigh steadily tightens even more as Taehyun strokes his hand further up your thigh, settling around the warm skin of your inner part, tapping his fingers against the plush gently as he steers another turn.
“He’s no good, angel. Would’ve eaten your pretty pussy through your panties if I were him.” A chuckle gears through him as he flashes his signature wide grin, groping the flesh on your thigh as if to reinstate his point, that the option was still available if you’d just tell him to pull over onto the hard shoulder.
It’s even worse that you can’t bring yourself to give him a proper answer. Immediately sailing your mind elsewhere by plugging in your wired headphones into one of those chemistry podcasts that could’ve been summarised as a text instead of an hour-long frenzy about relativity. Although the low-set volume is quickly overran by the muffled conversations between the two men, and a couple of laughs you’re all of a sudden feeling too hot to tune into as Taehyun pulls into the course.
But by the time all three of you are handed the wackiest, worn-down clubs they had to offer, you learn that both of your friends who dragged you along here in the first place weren’t as amateur as they had proposed to you.
Your roommate for one, has swung his club with enough strength to land the gold ball far off towards the end of the course. Biceps bulging as he steadies himself into position, patting himself on the shoulder with a joking kiss blown in your direction which you swat your hand at. That being the worst decision you could’ve made by the time he runs towards you in disbelief, knocking into Taehyun in the process.
“Not liking the performance pretty? Turns out I’m pretty good at this, no?” The brunette scoffs in the far distance watching the ash-blonde tip off his hat to stump it loosely on top of your head, finding the means to meet your gaze at eye level as he points towards his golf ball that’s surpassed yours by a mile already. “Reward me?” His finger draws your attention directly to the apple of his cheek, puffed out by a smile and lightly rosy as he taps against his skin, inching for a kiss he knows you’re too shy to give.
“Tough crowd. What about a blowjob?” You’re taken aback by it at first, mind spinning to remember what a blowjob even was in the first place when a grueling groan ruptures from Yeonjun’s lips as he falls to hug his ankle. Right beside it, a golf ball, probably steaming from the friction as you look across to Taehyun who can only care to give a brief ‘sorry, wrong way.’
In fact, he’s already moving on to his turn as he positions his golf club, shifting the weight on his feet to grasp his ground and play methodically— plan it out tactically, as he always has done. “Take notes Jun, then you won’t sound so pathetic next round.” A mean laugh fizzles out of him as he cranes his neck towards the side, left hand steering the club just about enough as his aim tells him as he locks eyes with the white ball.
“Hole in one and I get to cum inside.” Your jaw drops slack as the sentence passes through one ear and hastily rushes to get out the other, as well as turning your head a full 360 to make note of whether anyone else managed to hear something so vulgar coming from your plot of field. And well, your jaw only drops further which you didn’t even believe was possible as you track the locus of the ball as it bounces off from one surface to the other, circling just around the flagged hole before ultimately dropping itself right in.
Right into the hole in one shot, and you can’t help but meet Jun’s eyes in equal disbelief as your legs awkwardly walk along the course for your turn. Settling right in the middle between the two men as they eye your every step.
“Were you being serious? You and Jun?” Your thumbs twiddle around the stick of the club, beginning to feel furiously hot as heat rises throughout your body, your teeth chewing on your lips as you meet eyes with the brunette with what you can’t explain as expectancy or reassurance. But it’s simultaneous, how they laugh in unison, large hands patting gently on your ass to usher you forward. Going as far as to help you maneuver yourself into position as Jun moulds himself as close as possible to you. Skin to skin, his knee slotted against the back of yours, back pressed to chest, and he promises he’s trying so so hard not to press up fully against you. It just so happens that in some cases he really does need to be ‘that close’ in proximity to you to help arrange your posture, even if it means his crotch accidentally brushes against the fabric of your shorts every now and then. “I’m hurt sweetheart, you spent so much time studying that you managed to forget the kind of people Tyun and I are.”
A sulk plays across his face, but nothing about him gives you an answer. Leaving you as confused and dazed as you were prior, eventually until it was your time to swing the club again.
You lean over slightly, trying to observe the ball a little more clearly when your loose backless top begins to rise up your back slowly, revealing the small patch of skin just above the top of your denim shorts. Far too short as they ride up the back of your thighs, tracing out the curve of your ass where the white waistband appears all-too-familiar for the two of them not to make note. Definitely not with the black block-lettering making it stand out entirely for what it was.
“I thought you said she was wearing purple—”
“Y-yeah she was but— aren’t those my pair?”
Less than two seconds in to you finally leaning straight again and getting ready to swing, there’s an interception to the grip on your club as your head flicks from side-to-side harsh enough to inflict whiplash. Confused as you lock eyes with both of them one after the other, ready to rest your hand on your hips and complain about them ruining your concentration completely. “Was just about swing tyunnie, what’s the matter now?—”
“Drop the club and let Jun handle it. We’re heading back to the car.”
Thinking about it now, you would’ve been able to have squeezed yourself an extra fifteen minutes on the golf course if you had gotten the big deal of wearing Yeonjun’s underwear over and sorted to begin with. Because your current predicament leaves you sandwiched between the two men, head spinning as they back you into the mattress, your fall cushioned by Taehyun’s chest as he lands underneath you. Rushing to readjust himself as he plots gentle kisses along your ear, contradicted by the sudden urge that troubles through him to nip at your skin. Lapping at the sensitive patch just below your jaw, suckling and tugging roughly onto the skin as he guides your chin with two fingers, making sure you’re facing Yeonjun directly as he climbs over the both of you. Shirt in hand and tossed elsewhere onto the floor of his room, shorts sagging down his hips to just about reveal the base of his cock as he palms himself through his shorts. Groans amplified by Taehyun’s grunts as the weight of your hips pressing against his bulge causes him to toss his head back into the array of pillows, with his canines on full display as he grinds his hips back into you.
“God, baby what were you thinking?” Yeonjun prowls his fingers through the valley of your thighs, prying them apart slowly as he drags a thumb down the slit of your folds through his boxers. Gawking at the way the wet patch on the fabric coats his fingers in your slick completely, thick enough to transfer right through as he presses harshly against your clit to grind sharp circles against the bud. “Fuck— take a look at that.”
He brings his fingers up to the brunette to see for himself, rotating his thumb at all angles so that your slick could catch the light, and it’s almost on cue that Taehyun’s cock twitches in his pants. The slight movement shoots right through to your core as you whine, digging your hips further back into him for the friction slotting the prominent tip of his cock between your ass.
“C-couldn’t find anything else I— ohmygod—” Your toes curl on instinct as Taehyun hooks your panties to the side, voice all whiny and desperate as the cold air against your folds causes you to pulse, eyes brimming shut when Taehyun’s middle drags a long slick-coated stripe along your folds.
“Are you really that dense angel? Can’t figure out that it’s Jjunie and I who’ve been putting them to good use?” You shudder as his breath fans against your ear, shaking your head no gently whenever you struggled to form words past your whimpers, particularly now as the ash blonde works his way up your stomach. Peppering kisses along your belly and stopping just under where your bra cups your tits together. “Still have a photo of when I came twice all over the blue cotton pair I stole princess, you’ll let me make it up to you, no?”
Yeonjun leans in closer to hush right against your ear, whispers kissing through his clenched teeth as he rocks his hips against your clothed cunt, bumping bulges with Taehyun’s who’s pressed just beneath you. “Bet you put my boxers on knowing I came in them just thinking about how warm you’d feel around my cock, just like a good slut hm?”
“— Still’d be able to see the cum stains on the inside if you looked hard enough sweetheart.” Taehyun laughs at the way you try to check for any stains for yourself, struggling to get a clear view of the fabric at all when your roommate yanks the white pair from your fingertips. Pulling down the tight fabric in a jagged motion past your ankles and discarding it elsewhere for him to steal back again later. “What do you think angel? Think you can take us both at once? Bet Tyunnie’s stretched you out plenty already.”
Every word that falls from their lips is dirty, sinful, clouded by nothing but lust. But when the familiarity of Taehyun’s cock is pressed up against you and Jun’s hands are already on their cycle of working towards your clit, you can only crave for more.
Eyes glossy with need as you chew on your lip, batting your lashes straight up at Yeonjun, which sends blood rushing to his cock at light speed. And your mewls are practically all that he needs to hear to climax at this point, all those soft “please”s and quiet “need you”s that have him so weak in the knees it’s humiliating. Even more so how he practically moans when you give him the green light, “Want both of you a-at once please— need to feel both of you in me.”
There isn’t a hum or the chuckle that usually follows after. Just straight savagery as Yeonjun tears through the clasp of your bra, occupying himself with tracing small shapes against your perked nipples; flicking his tongue against the sensitive buds without mercy. He presses a smile against the tender flesh whenever you whine at the sharp sting of his teeth nipping against your nipples, proud of himself whenever your back heaves up to thrust your chest closer into his face while Taehyun softly coos in your ear.
Promising you that you can take them both at once, gently prepping you with his cock on its own first instead of the usual fingers, groaning loudly when your cunt practically swallows his tip entirely without an issue from how you’re dripping with arousal. “Holy shit angel, taking me so well— you’re not whoring yourself out to Yeonjun behind my back are you?”
“N-no! Mnngh—” Your body tenses as you feel the stretch start to settle in through your walls, clamping down around Taehyun’s cock so tight you could make out every ridge in the skin and every prominent vein you could remember. Hands curling into tight fists as he readjusts himself inside of you, fat tip nudging and prodding against the lining of your walls causing you to wail out in bliss. “T-Tyunn!— ‘s too much!”
“You’ll be fine sweetheart. Always taking cock so greedily like a good slut, when are you ever satisfied?” Yeonjun’s laughing lightheartedly, leaning further back to latch his mouth against your entrance, just above where Taehyun’s still nestling himself into you, completely stationary as he waits for the male to flick his tongue against your clit again. Watch as you writhe under his touch, whining obscenely loud whenever his hot breath tickles your folds, wanting to prove you weren’t as dirty as they claim you are— even if the virginity excuse expired months ago.
Yeonjun’s tongue lies flat against your clit before swirling around the nub to suck against the soft muscle, nose buried between your legs that desperately tries to disobey him by closing in. The pleasure surging and crashing through you in waves too strong for you to handle when your yelp rings through both of their ears.
“Mnghh-ah! T’hyun w-wait Yeonjun’s still—” Your face scrunches up in pleasure-filled pain as Taehyun drills his hips into you out of nowhere, picking up his speed without having to accelerate at all to begin with, entirely focused on dragging his thick cock through your cunt. He’s so mean when you plead him to slow down, muttering curses under his breath as his grip around your hips tightens. Nails digging crescents into your skin, thrusting you down back onto his cock so that his balls would jeer you whenever you’d cry out loud for his length once he bottomed out completely. On top of his cock throbbing to stretch your gummy walls out further whenever the ash blonde’s tongue would meet his length simultaneously at your stuffed hole. Clenched desperately as your brain scrambles to find the words for Yeonjun.
“Use your words angel, tell Jjunie how badly you want him to tear your hole fffuck—” Taehyun presses another kiss to your shoulder, eyes zeroed in on the way your thighs bounce off of his whenever his thrusts grow too harsh. It’s impossible for his head not to fill up with all sorts of dirty thoughts he can only take out his pent-up stress on through wrapping his hand around your neck. Slithering his fingers across the soft skin before clasping around it like a vice, cock twitching from within when he notices the way you clench down on him instantly. The weakest of mewls managing to barely gasp through his light choking. “Come on baby, you can make it up to us. You left me fucking my fist raw for that whole month, you can use your words.”
“J-Jun kegh— fuck n-need you inside me please—” Taehyun strengthens his grip on your throat once more as your roommate looks up expectantly from his position between your thighs, tutting disappointedly at you for slipping over your words. “That’s not what we agreed the last time we got a taste of you, angel. I think you said a lot more dirty things than just that.”
Your lip quivers in embarrassment as you feel tears prick through your tearducts, partially due to the stretch of Taehyun’s cock and your sensitive clit that Yeonjun’s been feeding on, and partially from the humiliation starting to seep into your head. Thoughtless and fucked out of your mind when each of Taehyun’s strokes grows harder with the growing second, mind numb as you try to appease Yeonjun once more. “Need you to ngh—! Fuck my pussy ‘til I c-can’t think J-jjunie!”
Right at your beck and call, he’s immediately trying to squeeze himself in through any gap he can find, hissing when his tip slips right past your entrance as he jerks his rock-hard cock with white knuckles. It’s only after the third attempt that he finally slots himself halfway, the stretch impeccable as you grudge yourself to stay still in fear that you may rip, struggling to breathe as Taehyun’s grip on your neck is removed only to grasp your breath once more by toying with your already exerted clit.
“N-no! Can’t cum yet Taehyun ‘s too much i-if mmph!” Your eyes roll back into their whites as your head flings back onto Taehyun’s shoulder. With whines growing increasingly loud commingled with Taehyun’s grunts and Yeonjun’s own growls from the sensitivity of their cockheads rubbing against each other, fighting to prod at the soft spongy spot that releases fat, salty tears out of your eyes all at once.
“Goddd, you feel so fucking good. Crying so prettily for us, little angel doesn’t even know how much I’ve jerked off to her crying face.” Your roommate laughs almost too sadistically, unaware of just how full your womb feels with both of them at once, pummeling into you without mercy until your vision blurs with tears— just about blurry enough to be unable to study Yeonjun’s expression.
“’m so close angel shitshitshit, you’re gonna let us cum inside aren’t you? I got the hole in one as I said.” Taehyun’s eyes grow heavy-lidded as he sinks his head back into the pillows, lips parting open in an unrestrained moan as he feels himself nearing his climax, watching as Yeonjun struggles to keep ahold of himself too as he steadily reaches his own peak. Plump lips dripping with drool as he observes the way your cunt stretches obscenely to accommodate to their size, and then drawing his attention your meek nod and the tiniest yes that barely slips through your string of whimpers.
Within seconds, your orgasm comes crashing down. Spiking throughout your entire body as your legs shake through the pleasure, pussy fluttering around both of them encased within you as they follow shortly after. Spurting hot ropes of cum in varying viscosities, struggling to stuff your cunt full with all their cum while their dicks are still plugged inside of you. And for one thing, Yeonjun moans loud enough for the entire apartment complex to hear when he watches both mixtures of cum drip around their cocks, forming foamy white rings that compliment the pretty heave of your chest extra well.
Almost too well, considering that by the time Taehyun’s reorganised his thoughts and Yeonjun’s no longer panting like a dog ready to lap away and thrust the cum back inside your stuffed and used hole, both of them part their lips as if they had words left unspoken. Close their mouths. And then reopen them once more as Yeonjun grabs hold of your thighs without any intentions of letting go.
“Think she’s loosened up from all that studying yet?”
“She’s got a month to make it up to us, remember? Pretty sure I made her cum harder anyway.”
🖇️ ﹐ tomorrow by together members in different scenarios when they have it bad for you — 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ʚɞ 𝗑 𝑔𝑛!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ﹐ ⓘ 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 (𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 ..?) , 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 , 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 , 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒 , 𝖫𝖮𝖳𝖲 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 😭
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puppy!gyu who is always licking and biting you, chewing on your fingers, and gnawing at his toys. it gets a little embarrassing when you explain to your coworkers that your puppy keeps biting and that’s why you’re hands are covered in teeth marks. but, his silly mouth habits are good for something else too!!😊
💌: this fic is just pure self indulgence bc i am deeply in love with puppy!gyu. sorry not sorry. i have 2 other puppygyu ideas in my drafts so lmk if you guys want them!!
genre: puppy hybrid!beomgyu x fem!reader smut
wc: 3.6k
warnings: sub!beomgyu, puppy!beomgyu, use of names puppy/baby/good boy, begging, gyu cries cuz he’s so needy, oral (f!receiving), mentions of masturbation (m!receiving), fingering, gyu gets praised a decent bit, reader is lowkey sort of taking advantage of gyu, gyu is super inexperienced and doesn’t really understand what oral is or that he’s doing it
Beomgyu is a good, sweet puppy.
Most of the time, at least.
Ever since the day you brought him home from the shelter he’s been completely glued to you.
Always curled into your side, draped across you somehow, finding his way into your space like he belongs there.
You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve come home from work only to find him already asleep in your bed, tangled in your blankets and drooling onto your pillow as if it were his own.
Waking him up is always the same.
A sleepy blink, a soft whine, and then suddenly he’s clinging to you, arms wrapped tight as he buries his face into your shoulder, mumbling about how much he missed you soooo much.
You’d think you’d been gone for weeks with how he acts when you come home. And without fail, it never takes long before he starts pressing little, careless licks along your neck.
When you lightly tug at his hair to pull him away, he resorts to your cheek instead. Completely ignoring your words.
“Gyu, no licking.”
You say it every time. You mean it every time.
But he just can’t help it! It’s just how he shows affection, any other puppy hybrid would do it.
Still, there are moments where his tongue lingers a second too long in the wrong place, and you feel your face warm before you can stop it.
A reaction you’re quick to shut down, brushing him off before he can notice and ask questions he wouldn’t even understand.
You know it’s probably wrong for your body to react this way, but every time you simply tell yourself, “It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose.” and you leave it at that.
Never bothering to read further into it.
Of course, Beomgyu doesn’t know why you pull away.
To him, it’s simple. He loves you, and this is just how he shows it.
The licking isn’t even the worst of it.
He bites too.
Not enough to hurt or break skin, just enough to get your attention.
Teeth pressing into your arm or leg when you’re not giving him the attention he so desperately wants.
He just wants you to look at him, to touch him, to focus on him, anything at all as long as he gets your attention.
Even when he’s just bored, your hands are usually the first thing he reaches for. Absentmindedly chewing on your fingers like they’re just another one of his toys.
Which, to be fair, he goes through quickly.
You’re pretty sure you’ve replaced at least three this month alone.
It’s cute, sure.
Endearing, even.
But that doesn’t stop it from being a little embarrassing when your coworkers catch sight of the faint teeth marks scattered across your hands, raising their brows and asking if you got attacked by something.
You always laugh it off. Awkwardly smiling while trying your best to explain that your puppy just has a bit of a biting problem.
—
By the time evening settles in, everything is quiet.
You’ve been home for a few hours now, the weight of the day finally starting to melt off your shoulders. Your apartment is warm and dimly lit as the TV hums softly. The first thing you deemed interesting enough to watch playing in the background.
Beomgyu is curled up beside you. Head in your lap, body angled toward you, as close as he can get without sitting on top of you.
The same as almost all your evenings go.
You’ve been running your fingers through his hair for a while now. slow, absent strokes that match the rhythm of the quiet room. His eyes are half-lidded and relaxed, completely content like this is all he needs.
After a while your hand slowly comes to a still, resting on Beomgyu’s cheek as you brush your thumb up and down a few times before completely stopping.
You had only stopped for a moment, but that’s all it takes.
It’s subtle at first. The faint shift against your palm, the light pressure of his teeth as he starts to chew, slow and absentminded, like he barely even realizes he’s doing it.
You don’t even bother looking away from the TV.
“Gyu,” you murmur, voice soft. “Stop biting.”
“Not biting.” he mumbles back, muffled against your hand.
You glance down at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth despite yourself.
He’s not even pretending to watch the show anymore. His entire focus is on your hand, brows slightly furrowed in quiet concentration like this is the most important thing he could be doing right now.
You shift your hand just enough to run your finger lightly over his teeth.
“Are you teething or something?” you tease.
“I’m not a baby.” he mumbles, a small pout pulling at his lips.
You let out a quiet laugh, scratching lightly behind his ear in apology. He leans into it without hesitation, eyes fluttering shut for a second before you move again, sitting up just slightly.
He follows your movement immediately, sitting up as well as he watches you.
You lean forward, reaching for your drink on the coffee table, twisting the cap open as your attention drifts further away from the show playing on.
Just before you could bring the bottle to your lips, a sudden, sharp scream cuts through the room from the TV.
It startles you enough that your hand jerks, the bottle tipping just slightly. Before you can even register what happened, you can feel cold liquid all over your lap.
“Shit-”
You barely have time to react before Beomgyu already has.
By the time you even look down, he’s already leaning in, tongue brushing over your skin as he starts cleaning up the mess like it’s the most obvious solution to this problem.
And to him, it is.
He does this all the time.
Any spill or drop of anything, no matter how big or small, he’s always quick to take care of it before you even think to grab a towel.
So at first, you don’t think anything of it.
You just let him.
But he doesn’t stop at just the tops of your thighs, his tongue trailing up dangerously close to the place where you can feel a faint familiar heat start to make itself known.
And suddenly, you’re very aware of where he is.
Your breath catches, heat creeping up your neck before you can stop it, and this time you react quickly. Your hand coming down against his head to gently but firmly push him back.
“Gyu-”
He stops immediately.
Not because he understands, nor does he want to stop.
Just because you told him to.
He looks up at you, eyes wide and soft, head tilting slightly to the side in quiet confusion.
You avoid his gaze almost instantly, your voice coming out softer than you meant it to.
“I can clean it,” you murmur. “It’s fine.”
You hear a small, almost pitiful whine leave him.
His brows pull together slightly, lips pressing into a faint pout as he looks back down at your lap, then up at you again, confused.
Because this doesn’t make sense.
You always let him do this.
So why not now?
Before you can even get up to get a towel or a change of clothes, Beomgyu’s tongue is right back on your thighs.
Like I said, he’s a good puppy most the time.
You gasp softly at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue against you again. His hand landing on your knee to pry your legs open, determined to clean you up.
He really was just trying to help you clean your mess!
Sure, he was being a bit of a brat about it, but he’s a brat about lots of things when he doesn’t get his way.
But the second he got your legs open enough for him to lick up the liquid that had fallen to the insides of your thighs, his breath hitched.
Beomgyu isn’t a complete stranger to pheromones. He remembers smelling them from a female hybrid whose crate was next to his for a few days back when he was in the shelter. But what he could smell coming from you completely flipped a switch in his brain.
Without even thinking, his face was suddenly pressed against your core, desperately sniffing trying to figure out why your scent is making him feel so, so dizzy. Intoxicated, even.
Your eyes went wide at his new found interest, hands flying to his head to try to push him away once again.
It takes a few tries, especially as he digs his hands into your legs to keep himself anchored in place. But eventually you manage the strength to move him away.
The words “bad puppy” leaving your mouth as you try your best to sound composed, earning you the most pathetic whine you’ve ever heard leave Beomgyu’s mouth.
You’ve never seen him this way before, his eyes completely blown out and full of need, his tongue darting to keep in the drool that threatens to spill from his mouth, his hands squeezing into you as if you might disappear if he lets go.
You would almost feel bad for him if you weren’t so focused on keeping down the filthier-than-you’d-like-to-admit thoughts that were flooding your brain.
And maybe if it weren’t for said thoughts, you’d have noticed the way he was gently thrusting into nothing against his pants sooner.
The moment you did however, the prettiest little “please…” fell onto your ears. Full of nothing but need and desperation.
Your eyes move back up to Beomgyu’s face upon hearing his voice, his eyes all teary now and eyebrows furrowed.
His eyes move back and forth between your own as he doubles down.
“Please… ‘m sorry, I don’t wanna be bad… but it hurts so much…” he manages to get out between sniffles.
Small tears are slipping down his flushed cheeks now as you bring your thumb up to wipe them.
Your gaze softens as he leans into your hand, hiccuping small mumbles of apologies, ears low against his head.
“Shh, it’s okay baby. What’s hurting?” you coo at him, no longer putting in much effort to push away the lewd thoughts corrupting your mind.
“Hurts… down there…” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips continue their sloppy uneven movements.
You hum in response, not exactly sure what to do next.
Before you can begin figuring that out, Beomgyu softly pleads “Help please…” in the most pitiful voice.
He doesn’t seem to even fully understand what he’s asking for.
All he knows is that his head is spinning.
And that the ache in his boxers is so painful.
And that he wants you to fix it, whatever that may mean.
You pause for a moment, considering your options.
You could help him, or maybe you could try to teach him how to take care of it himself.
Either way, playing dumb or backing out was no longer in the equation for you. Especially not while your sweet puppy is begging for your help.
Your gaze drops down again as you think.
You watch as his body continues to react, hips rutting up at nothing even when he’s trying so hard to stay still for you.
Help
The word rings in your head once again.
That’s all this is.
And that’s what you continue to tell yourself as you slowly move your hands away from Beomgyu.
Legs spreading just slightly as he looks up at you with big, eager eyes.
His crying slows as he looks at you patiently, waiting for any kind of approval. You’d be proud of him for waiting if this were a normal night.
You’re not really sure what exactly he wants, but you’re also not stupid.
He’s obviously turned on and hard to the point where it’s hurting him.
You could pull his pants and boxers down and touch him.
Or you could just fuck him until he can’t think straight like your brain has been yelling at you to do since the moment he started licking at your thighs.
No, stop it. He’s crying and you’re thinking about fucking him, you perv.
So instead, you decide the best thing to do is to just stop stopping him.
Your thoughts are abruptly halted as you feel Beomgyu’s hand sliding up your legs, fingers stopping right at the edge of your shorts and tugging ever so slightly.
A soft whine slipping past his lips as he stares at your clothed core.
“Do you want me to take these off?” you ask softly, hooking your thumb into your waistband and watching for his reaction.
Beomgyu’s cheeks flush an even darker shade now. He nods quickly. Looking back up at you, ears perking up and tail slowly starting to wag.
You smile at him sweetly, still unsure of what exactly he’s gonna do to you.
Nonetheless, you find yourself sliding your shorts off and tossing them aside before you can think too much about what you’re doing.
Beomgyu wastes no time eagerly shifting closer to you. Hands resting on your thighs and squeezing lightly as if he’s trying to ground himself.
He still needs to be taught patience though, so you put a finger up and sternly tell him “wait.”
He pouts, but listens. Waiting patiently as his eyes flicker back and forth from your face to your panties.
The soft thud of his tail hitting the ground over and over slows a bit as you watch him.
You make him wait an agonizing 20 seconds before lowering your hand.
“Okay, good boy.”
He swears it felt more like 20 minutes, but he’ll do whatever you want right now. No matter how hard it is to sit still.
Beomgyu presses his nose up against your core again, a little more shy and hesitant at first.
That doesn’t last very long before he’s whining against you and pushing his face as close as he can get. The thin layer of fabric separating you making your scent so much stronger than it was earlier.
His head is spinning now. He has no clue what he’s doing or feeling, his body only moving on pure instinct.
You’re trying your best to not let small moans fall from your lips when Beomgyu begins licking right at your clit through your panties.
He’s a little rough and clumsy, not having the slightest clue what he’s doing.
But then again, he isn’t trying to give you head.
You almost feel slightly ashamed at how easily you’re reacting to his inexperienced tongue. But it’s been so long and he’s just so cute.
Beomgyu’s not picking up on your small noises at all.
How could he?
Poor baby is tunnel visioned onto your cunt.
Although, he does notice the way your scent increases the more he licks.
The thin veil of your panties separating him from you is driving him insane. He has half a mind to just pull them off, but he knows he’d probably get in trouble for that.
So instead, he uses all his strength to pull his face away from you. Leaning his head against your thigh and bringing his pretty fingers up to tug at the hem of your underwear.
He doesn’t need to say anything, the pleading look on his face accompanied by the small whimpers leaving his throat tell you everything you need to know.
For a second, you wonder if maybe this is going too far.
But the way he’s looking at you right now only solidifies that you already have gone too far.
You try your best to ignore your thoughts as you give him a nod of approval.
Beomgyu quickly pulls your panties down, only bothering to completely discard them from one leg. Leaving them to hang around your ankle before you kick them away.
His tail shoot’s up at the sight of your exposed cunt in front of him. His eyes might as well have giant cartoon hearts shooting out.
He hurriedly resumes his earlier position, tongue flat as it swipes across your entire core.
You let out a gasp, not able to contain yourself anymore. Feeling a little embarrassed when you notice Beomgyu’s ear perk up a bit at the noise.
The taste and smell of your slick against his tongue is unreal.
He thinks this must be what heaven is like.
He laps at the liquid slowly oozing out of you, not wanting to waste a single drop.
As cute as it is watching him be so entranced, your clit is feeling a bit neglected now. You know you’ll probably scold yourself for this later, but your hands are already tangling in his hair and pulling him up just enough for his tongue to land right back where you’re needing it.
Your head falls back as a moan leaves your lips.
Beomgyu looks up at you with sweet, curious eyes.
“Does it feel good?” he mumbles against your cunt.
You’ve been asked this exact question by various different men. But this is so much different. Those men knew what they were doing, and Beomgyu doesn’t have a clue.
It’s almost endearing, the way his tail starts to wag rapidly as you moan out “Mhmm, good boy. Keep- fuck- keep going”.
The moment he realizes this feels good for you too, you’re screwed.
He’s so very eager to please you.
He doesn’t understand what he’s doing, but he knows it’s making you happy and that he’s a good boy for doing it.
That’s all he needs to understand.
He’s a quick learner too. Mentally noting every little reaction or tug of his hair.
Soon enough, his clumsy and messy mouth is doing a lot more than just licking.
He’s sucking at your clit, pushing his tongue flat against it and shaking his head, lapping up the juices gushing from your hole.
When the tip of his tongue slides just barely inside of you, you let out a weak “Ah- Gyu-“.
He’s a bit confused, he thought you liked it better on your clit.
But he’s too far gone to think anything more of it before he’s shoving his entire tongue inside of you.
He stills for a moment, tongue prodding around inside of you.
He’s getting pretty good at this, but he’s still fairly clueless. So you take it upon yourself to start pushing and pulling his head back and forth until he quickly learns what to do.
His chin is wet and dripping as he fucks in and out of you with his tongue, tail thudding so loudly against the floor you’re a little worried he might hurt himself.
The slew of curses and moans leaving your mouth only spur him on.
All he wants is to be good for you, and for this to never end.
He pulls his tongue out of you and begins working on your clit once more.
You’re so dazed out you’re no longer even capable of worrying about what you’re doing. Instead, you’re worrying about how empty your hole feels.
You grab one of his hands that are still anchored onto your thighs, bringing his middle and ring finger into your mouth for a moment before pushing them inside of yourself.
Your eyes roll back as you hold onto his wrist and push his fingers in and out.
Poor puppy is so confused :(
His jaw is getting sore and he doesn’t understand why you’re fucking yourself with his fingers when he thought you liked his tongue.
But he won’t complain. Not when you’re mindlessly babbling on about how good he’s doing and how he’s such a good boy.
Your hand starts to slow and loosen its grip on his wrist now, getting a little tired. He’s quick to pick up on it and begin moving his fingers on his own.
He notices the way your breath catches when his fingers hit a spongy spot inside you, fastening his pace and curling his fingers to hit it over and over.
It’s almost scary how quickly he’s getting the hang of this. You’re so close to finishing all you can do is throw your head back and weakly moan out “Gyuuu”
Within seconds you’re coming undone all over his fingers.
And yeah, he could feel the way you tightened around him and how your legs begin to shake a little, but that doesn’t stop him. He doesn’t ever want to stop.
If you let him do this until his jaw and fingers physically couldn’t move anymore, he would do it in a heartbeat.
The overstimulation is beginning to be too much as his pace never falters.
You try to push his head away and gather the strength to mumble out “Gyu wait- ah- slow down-“.
But your words fall on deaf ears.
You all but shove him away as he finally lets go.
He looks up at you with a pout on his swollen and wet lips.
You smile softly at him.
“I’m sorry baby, it’s sensitive.” you say, ruffling his hair a bit as you catch your breath.
He continues his pout, but nods and stays put.
You take a moment and allow your eyes to run over his appearance.
His hair is a mess and his chin and cheeks are completely soaked.
Your eyes run down his body and land on his lap, where a large dark spot sits.
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.
your first heat would be arriving soon. beomgyu knew that.
the doctor had mentioned it casually, like it was just another step, something natural and expected. but that didn't really surprise beomgyu. he had noticed it long before that.
he noticed it in the way your body started to betray you in small, quiet ways. things you didn’t even seem to realize you were doing. he noticed it because he knew his puppy.
you had always been affectionate. soft, clingy, eager to please, always seeking his touch, his attention, his approval. but these days things were different. lately, your affection felt different. it lingered, trembled, came with something a little warmer underneath. something that maybe you didn’t really knew what it was, judging by the way you dealt with it.
you were trying to hide it, that much was obvious. avoiding him just enough to make it noticeable. going to bed earlier, pretending sleep would make it go away. pulling back from things you used to crave, like sitting on his lap, pressing yourself close just because you could.
your body wasn’t cooperating with you. your reactions had become slower, hazier, distracted by thoughts you couldn’t quite control. your breathing would shift at the smallest things. your gaze would flicker, unfocused, before snapping away like you’d been caught.
and then there was the worst of it. the way your mouth would water when he let you playfully bite him.
what used to be harmless, soft teeth against his skin, had turned into something else entirely. slower. heavier. your lips lingering a second too long, your tongue getting in the way, your grip tightening on his shirt without meaning to.
sometimes, you didn’t even notice the way your saliva would drip against his skin.
he did.
you’d pull away after, embarrassed, asking sorry for being messy. but your body would be burning, wanting to bite more, lick at his skin. wanting him to bite and lick back at you. wanting him to pet your fluffy ears and touch you in places you had never felt his gentle, warm hands before.
restless. needy. confused. and still trying so hard to act like nothing had changed.
beomgyu watched all of it. quietly and patiently. because you weren’t hiding anything from him, not really.
still, he hesitated.
the plan had always been to let you experience your first heat on your own. to let you grow into it naturally, to learn how to deal with your own body without depending on him for everything.
of course, he would take care of you if you needed it. he always would. what kind of owner would he be if he didn’t? but he didn’t want to interfere too much. didn’t want to blur that line before you even understood what you were feeling and craving.
and yet… watching you like this was starting to test that resolve.
beomgyu had just come out of the shower when he stepped into his bedroom, steam still clinging faintly to his skin.
you were sprawled across his bed, comfortably settled like you belonged there. hugging his pillow close to your chest, his phone loose in your hand as something played forgotten on the screen.
“oh, princess. hi” he greeted, voice warm, casual, as he flicked the lights on. “thought you were already sleeping” he barely thought about it, walking in like that —wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers, skin still flushed from the heat of the shower, damp strands of hair falling over his forehead.
“sorry for entering like this” he added, almost absentmindedly.
you froze completely. the sound from the phone kept playing for a second too long before the screen dimmed on its own, slipping into darkness as your attention dropped entirely. your eyes were now locked on him. your pupils dilating slowly, unmistakably, as they traced over him.
“it’s ok…” you answered, barely above a whisper.
you didn’t move, just tightened your grip on the pillow, pulling it closer against your body to ground yourself, already starting to feel restless.
beomgyu didn’t usually walk around like that in front of you. you had seen him shirtless a few times before, sure, but… it wasn’t like this. you didn’t remember your body heating up like this, your mouth watering like it was now.
“gyu… are you going to go out today?” you asked, suddenly, too quickly. the words slipping out like an attempt to sound normal.
he glanced at you briefly as he rummaged through his wardrobe, then back to what he was doing, unfazed.
“no. i’ll be staying home today.” a small pause. then, softer “sounds good?”
you nodded first, before realizing he couldn’t see it properly.
“mmhm” you hummed instead.
your fingers curled tighter into the fabric of the pillow, pressing it closer between your legs —your thighs shifting slightly to accommodate it better without you even noticing.
you tried to look away, you really did. but your eyes kept betraying you, drawn back to the broad line of his back like something magnetic.
the way the heat from the shower still lingered on his skin, leaving it faintly flushed, the dampness catching the bedroom light as it traced along the subtle definition of muscle. the slow shift of his shoulders as he moved…
it wasn’t your fault he looked so good, right?
your gaze followed down the length of his spine, to the slight dip at his lower back, to the way his muscles flexed just enough to make your breath hitch. you were starting to feel dizzy from it.
you lifted yourself slightly from the bed, sitting back on your heels, the pillow still pressed between your thighs. not really knowing what to do with yourself anymore.
“why you ask, sweet girl?” he said, closing the wardrobe door and turning back to you with his pajamas in hand before tossing them onto the bed, just a little in front of you, but you didn't take your attention off him.
your eyes didn’t know where to settle now. you had to consciously still your tail, keeping it from moving too much and giving your excitement away. or at least, you were trying to.
your gaze flickered first to his neck, still slightly flushed, a faint sheen of dampness clinging to his skin. a droplet of water traced slowly downward, disappearing beneath the line of his collarbone, and you followed it without thinking.
you had seen that part of him up close before. felt it too. the warmth of his neck when he leaned down to murmur something just for you, the way your breath would hitch when his voice brushed too close to your ear —how easily it made your stomach flutter without you ever quite understanding why.
his chest rose and fell slowly with each breath, not overly sculpted, but firm and defined. just enough to make your breath catch.
you knew that place too. knew what it felt like to be pressed there, held close without warning, his body warm and steady around you, how it always made you go quiet, made something soft and restless bloom in your chest.
his shoulders…
broad in a way that felt almost unfair up close.
you had felt those too. when he leaned over you earlier to play on the sofa, caging you in for a second —your hands pressing against them instinctively. solid and unmoving. like he could keep you there without even trying.
your eyes lingered there a second too long before trailing down his arms. noticing the faint bite marks your teeth had left scattered along his skin from earlier too, some a little more visible than others.
your stomach twisted at the sight. you remembered that too. the way he was just there, letting you take what you needed like it was nothing.
but your eyes still dropped to his stomach, drawn by instinct more than intention.
there was a hint of muscle beneath, a subtle tension that showed whenever he moved, whenever his body shifted just enough to make it visible.
you didn’t have a memory for that part.
not really.
just a feeling. a strange, heavy pull low in your stomach.
your grip on the pillow tightened. you didn’t even realize you were staring anymore. and, just as your eyes were about to drop even lower, beomgyu pulled you out of your thoughts:
“...have something you want to do together tonight, puppy?” he asked, his tone low. it slid under your skin in a way that made your breath hitch, your body reacting before your mind could even catch up.
he was looking straight at you.
a small, knowing smile tugged at his lips as he pulled his shirt on, not taking his eyes off you.
he had caught you.
caught the way your eyes were ogling him like you couldn’t help it. caught the way your body shifted, your hips moving shyly, almost involuntarily, against his pillow.
your throat went dry instantly, your movements stopping the moment you became aware of them. heat rushed up your neck, spreading across your cheeks as you froze under his gaze, looking down quickly, fidgeting with the pillowcase like you were trying to play it off.
nononono
gyu wasn’t supposed to see you like that
you should behave properly.
beomgyu watched you for a second longer.
then exhaled. slow.
his hand came up, dragging through his damp hair before he set his sweatpants aside, showing no intention of putting them on anymore.
“i know i said i wouldn’t do it…” he murmured, almost more to himself than to you.
he hadn’t meant to encourage that behavior. hadn’t meant to let it get this far.
but the way you were looking at him. the way your body was reacting, and how you weren’t even aware of it. it made his heart ache to help his poor puppy.
and maybe, just maybe, indulge in it a little too. after all, his girl was just so pretty, and he loved you so much.
“but i guess it’s okay just this once, hm?”
he sat on the edge of the bed, making himself comfortable, leaning back on one arm and spreading his legs slightly. he patted the space beside him on the mattress.
“come here, puppy” he said, his voice soft and careful, encouraging you to follow his command and come closer. “i know it’s my fault too. it was mean of me to walk in like that… to do that to you when i know my princess is a little more sensitive than usual.”
you swallowed, not dry this time. because the amount of saliva your mouth had produced in the last thirty seconds of beomgyu speaking to you in that gentle, careful tone, was almost alarming.
you hesitated for a moment, still a little afraid to face all of that. all of those feelings you barely even understood yet. but as your owner gently reassured you that it was okay, that he would help you, you felt a little less anxious.
and so, you got on your hands and knees, moving toward him across the bed, your arms trembling slightly against the softness of the mattress. your tail giving a small, uncertain twitch behind you.
he watched every movement from where he sat.
“how are you feeling, hm?” he asked quietly now that you were there, right beside him. you sat the same way as before, back on your heels.
he turned his body toward you, and your gaze, still lowered, brushed briefly against the faint outline beneath his black boxers before you startled and quickly looked up, straight into his eyes.
“...strange, gyu” you answered, soft and needy, leaning into his hand on your cheek as his thumb gently stroked your skin. “the new panties you gave me after i showered earlier… i got them wet again. i don’t know why…” you sighed, frustrated with yourself, embarrassed to admit it to him.
he always said you were so good. that you were never any trouble.
and here you were.
being trouble.
“aw, sweetheart, don’t worry” he said, his tone soothing, though still a little deeper than usual. “that’s normal for puppies like you, hm? there’s nothing wrong about it.”
your expression softened as he spoke, even if your gaze still dropped to your lap every now and then. your fingers fidgeting together, your fluffy ears giving a small, shy twitch on top of your head.
beomgyu noticed immediately. his hand coming up to gently brush over one of them, thumb smoothing over the soft fur in a slow, comforting motion.
you melted a little at the touch.
beomgyu smiled softly, fond.
“do you want to show me?”
heat rushed back to your face.
“d-do you want to see…?” you asked, lifting your head shyly.
his dark eyes sent a shiver down your spine, even if you didn’t quite understand why.
“i do, pretty” he replied, even quieter now, almost a whisper. “no need to be shy, hm? i’ll make everything feel better.”
“hm… okay then” you answered, almost hypnotized by him.
everything about him pulled you in, left your breathing uneven. the damp hair, his parted lips, his half-lidded eyes that never left you, the warmth of his body so close to yours.
you really hoped beomgyu would be able to fix your little problem, because if not, you weren’t sure you’d be able to sleep that night.
and so, beomgyu guided you to the middle of the bed with him, where he leaned back against the headboard and encouraged you to settle against him, asking you to take off your sleep shorts and, soon after, to open your legs so he could take a careful look.
beomgyu took his time, slowly touching and pressing against your pussy through your panties, which only grew wetter and wetter under his touch. he was practically drooling against the curve of your neck where he rested his head, indulging in every sweet little reaction you gave him to even the smallest movements.
he could swear he had never been this hard in his life.
if you were already being this sweet for him with just his fingers lightly brushing your clit through your panties, he could barely wait to see how much you’d like having him stretch that tight, warm, inexperienced pussy on his cock. how you wouldn’t even know what to do with yourself with how good it would feel.
“do you like it, princess?” he whispered, warm against your ear.
his fingers alternated their pace —slow and teasing when you seemed to get a little too worked up, faster and firmer when your reactions slowed too much, just to hear you let out a small, startled whine and chuckle meanly at it.
“y-yes, gyu” you answered slowly, with some difficulty.
your eyes flickered between his fingers —and the way they played with you over your underwear— and his arms —one holding your left thigh open, the other crossing over your body to reach your cunt.
“so good…” you whimpered softly, needy.
“c-can you… do it under it?” you asked meekly, your gaze dropping now to his face just inches from yours. his hair slightly messy, his lazy eyes making your heart race even faster.
“hmmm…” he seemed to think for a few seconds, his eyes flicking back down to your clothed pussy briefly.
you were so wet that the fabric of your panties was practically clinging to you now.
poor puppy, it must’ve been getting a little uncomfortable for you.
“since you asked so nicely…” his fingers slid to the waistband of your panties, his gaze lifting to meet yours as he hooked one of fingers there, and —instead of pulling it down right away— snapped the material lightly against your hip.
a quiet, mean chuckle slipped from him when your breath hitched and you let out a small sound, somewhere between surprise and sting, pouting at him when you saw his pleased reaction.
“gyu…”
“sorry, love. was just playing with you” he murmured, soothing you now, finally sliding your panties down your thighs, warm and soft under his hands. he had to clear his throat to keep himself from drooling when he saw a wet string connecting your pussy lips to the fabric as he pulled it away.
you opened your legs for him again, trembling, but eager. eager for more of what he was giving you, eager to feel your owner’s fingers directly on you now.
“you’re a little too excited about this, i think…” beomgyu said, observant, pretending to keep control as he watched your anticipation, his hands now slowly caressing your thighs. “what am i going to do with you, hm? i think i just got myself into a big mess…”
your breathing started to grow uneven again, anticipating his touch that still hadn’t come, just teasing you.
“i only wanted to help you, sweet thing…”
his fingers started to move closer now, tracing along the curve of your thigh toward your center, brushing right over your lips.
you lifted your hips slightly, seeking his hand as you let out a soft whine.
“but with you acting like this… i think i’ll end up needing to rub this sweet little pussy every night before bed, hm?” he said with mock concern, sighing softly right before dragging his middle finger straight to your clit, pressing gently, but with intention.
your eyes nearly rolled back, your mouth falling open in silent shock. he watched your face with an expression like he was the one being edged.
“g-gyu, p-please, i-” you let out another soft, needy moan, saliva starting to gather in your mouth with the way he focused on your clit now, rubbing slow, circular motions. “it feels so good… do-don’t know what to do…”
“shhh, easy, puppy” he murmured against your neck, coaxing you gently. “if you promise to be good and not close your legs, i’ll give you my hand to lick and bite, hm? how does that sound?”
you nodded eagerly right away, almost frantic, your feet kicking lightly at the thought.
“pleasepleaseplease” you begged, voice high, somehow growing even wetter, if that was even possible.
“mmh…” he hummed in approval at your reaction, his cock impossibly hard, leaking inside the tight confinement of his boxers. “go ahead then, pretty.”
his touch slipped away from your thigh, leaving only the warmth and pressure behind on your skin. your hand found his, fingers curling around his wrist as you pulled it close, guided more by instinct than thought. your lips brushed against his skin, starting to lick and gently bite your owner’s fingers, holding onto him as your breathing grew uneven.
whatever small sounds you tried to swallow only slipped out softer, more frequent, the closer you got.
“good girl” he whispered against your ear, dizzy with his craving for you. his fingers speeding up over your sensitive nerves. you were absolutely dumb, dripping down the sheets. “you’re gonna get there for me, yeah?”
you only let out a long, needy moan in response, two of his fingers still inside your mouth as you drooled over his hand. you were far too gone to form any proper sentence.
“seems like it” he laughed softly, cruelty dripping like venom from his tone. “say it to me, then: i’m beomgyu’s good girl.”
you squirmed in place, feeling impossibly close at his words. but you still tried —just to please your owner, just to be good for him.
“i-i’m beomgyu’s… good… good g-girl…” you said slowly, stumbling over the words, his fingers still in your mouth.
“that’s it… good girl” he whispered, warm against your ear one last time, as the knot in your stomach finally snapped, his skilled fingers doing all the work. “sweet baby, so sweet for me always…”
that sharp, overwhelming feeling spread through you, pulling a broken sound from your throat as your back arched and your thighs trembled around his hand. your fingers curled uselessly against the sheets, while your other hand still held tightly to his wrist.
your body trembled through it, soft, uneven breaths spilling from your lips as the feeling slowly ebbed away, leaving you warm, sensitive, and heavy.
your grip on his hand loosened, lips parting as you let it fall from your mouth, a faint string of saliva still clinging before it broke.
“gyu…” you murmured, dazed, your head tipping forward, almost instinctively seeking him —your body still buzzing, still wanting.
he felt it immediately, in the way you leaned in. the way your thighs shifted again, slower this time, needy rather than frantic.
the way your eyes, still hazy, lifted to him with something new in them.
expectation.
beomgyu’s hand came up to your face, steadying you before you could get any closer.
“easy” he murmured, his voice low again, but different now.
firmer.
you stilled.
his thumb brushed lightly over your cheek, grounding you as your breathing struggled to settle.
“that’s enough for now.”
your brows knit together slightly, lips parting like you were about to protest.
a small, almost amused exhale left him as he tilted your chin up just enough to make you look at him properly.
“what?” he murmured. “you thought i’d give it all to you at once?”
your cheeks burned.
your thighs pressed together unconsciously, a soft, frustrated whine slipping out before you could stop it.
beomgyu’s gaze softened at that, but he didn’t give in. instead, his hand slid down to your thigh, squeezing lightly.
“you need to learn how to handle it first, puppy” he said, calm and patient, like he had decided this long before. “this is your first time feeling it like this, isn’t it?”
you hesitated. then nodded, small.
he hummed, satisfied.
“then we take it slow.” his fingers brushed absentmindedly against your skin, no longer teasing.
“be patient for me” he added softly, his thumb brushing your lower lip now, catching the way it trembled. “you’re my good girl, right?”
