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.
