“You know, staring at him any harder won’t get him to fuck you.”

Your gaze hesitates to pull from Jiung, who stands across the club at the bar looking unbelievable in all black under strobing lights. 

You turn to glare at Keeho across the booth. Your glare sharpens even more when you realize just how insufferably good he looks in that black tank and bomber jacket slipped low on his shoulders. 

“You sure?” You raise a brow. “It worked with you.”

Keeho snorts, pointing the lip of his beer bottle accusingly at you. “Hey. We were both desperate and lonely that night.”

Well, he’s not wrong there. Jiung had introduced his new girlfriend to your group that night at the pub, the very girl that Keeho had been crushing on for months. 

One look at him, at that dejected looking in his eye mirroring yours had led to a wordless, frantic night where you’d poured your frustrations out into each other. 

And multiple nights after that… to this day. 

To your defense, Jiung still hasn’t reflected any interest back at you even though he’s single again. How else are you supposed to spend your lonely nights?

You look back to where Jiung waits for drinks, thrumming his hands awkwardly on the counter as he glances around. 

You’ve been working up the courage to go up to him for a few minutes now. You don’t understand why it’s so difficult for you—if you weren’t such a coward, maybe something would have happened by now. 

“Fuck it,” you huff before tossing back the last of your martini, slamming the glass back down with vigour. “I’m going in.”

Keeho beams at you, raising his bottle. “That’s my girl!” He yells a little too loudly, voice a tad too liquor loose. “Go get him.”

You roll your eyes despite your smile, his cheer infectious as you rise to your feet. But then you see the situation unfolding at hand and sit your ass right back down. 

There’s a girl sidled up in Jiung’s space. Short, dainty, cute.

“What is it?” You can hear Keeho asking but you can’t bring yourself to answer him. 

Jealousy burns hot and ugly in your gut when Jiung points his awkwardly charming grin down at her, answering whatever flirty question she was surely throwing at him with those batting eyelashes. 

You quickly turn back to stare at your empty glass, trying to keep your fraying heart together. It doesn’t matter how many times this happens, it never gets any easier. 

And Keeho can’t stand it, that defeated look on your face. 

He stands abruptly, bumping the table on the way and you jump at the sudden sound, eyes snapping up to him. 

“What are you doing?”

“You a favour,” Keeho says with a grin, leaning down on his palms to hover over your face. “Gotta wipe that pout off your face somehow.”

You blink, forcing your expression to smooth. “What? You don’t have to—“

“I’ll do it for a price,” he interrupts, his grin growing wider. “Meet me in the bathroom in ten?”

You can’t help your grin. Of course he wouldn’t willingly have a conversation with Jiung without a price. Not a charge for helping you, but more so because he can’t really stand the guy. 

Which speaks to how far Keeho is willing to go just for you.

Your smile sobers into something more grateful. “Just don’t scare him away.”

He flicks the tip of your nose affectionately and straightens. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Keeho takes a breath, rolls his shoulders back and marches in. He hones in on Jiung’s shy, giggly expression as he closes in from across the bar, his own expression souring. 

It makes him sick to his stomach, to watch Jiung put on his nice guy facade and make all the girls fall for it. It sometimes feels to Keeho like he’s the only one who sees past the smoke and mirrors for what Jiung really is—an emotionally detached control freak. 

What the hell do you see in this guy anyway?

Whatever it is, it’s not his business. He has one job—to sabotage, and he does it well. And if it gets you to stop feeling shitty about yourself, he will gladly butt in there and make a situation wildly uncomfortable. 

You watch from your shrouded seat as Keeho intercepts the conversation smoothly, throwing his arm around a miffed Jiung who stares at him befuddled and a little angry. 

You can’t tell what Keeho’s saying, gesturing animatedly and jostling around a helpless Jiung, but the girl’s smile slowly fades away as she subtly steps back. 

You have to bite down on your lip to smother your smile. It’s horrible, you know it, but you’re not above being selfish. 

The girl leaves shortly after, and only when she’s gone do you see Jiung’s expression drop to something cold and angry as he pushes Keeho off of him. 

It takes you aback—to see his pretty face twisted up so unfamiliarly. 

But you don’t get the chance to mull over it or see what happens next because Taeyang and Intak crowd your vision and butt into your space. 

“You’re still sitting here?!” Cries Intak, his hands clamping down on your shoulders as he shakes you. “Come dance!”

“Intak,” Taeyang warns, elbowing him. “Don’t subject these poor people to that.”

You glare up at Taeyang’s snickering grin, shoving Intak’s sweaty hands off of you. “Fuck you,” you snap, leaning back to look past his tall frame to continue watching the scene you’d unwittingly incited—only to see that Keeho and Jiung are no longer there. 

“Where’s ever’one else?” Intak asks as he slips down onto the seat beside you, his body swaying under his alcoholic spell. 

You shove him off when his body slumps against you. “I don’t know,” you grumble, glancing down at your phone when it lights up with a Pokémon GO notification to see if there were any messages from Keeho. 

There’s none, but the clock tells you it’s time to meet your end of the deal with Keeho. 

“Bathroom,” you announce as you grab your phone and slip out of the booth, Intak’s body thumping down onto the seats without your body to hold him up. 

“Don’t drown!” Taeyang calls noncommittal after you as you swerve through the swarming bodies. 

Your mind reels with what might have gone down with Jiung, but you suppose you should save your questions for after you blow Keeho. 

But you get stopped short at the door of the bathroom when you hear low, familiar grunts through the barrier. 

You blink. Did Keeho find another girl? That might be record time. 

You’re about to step away and leave him in peace when you hear another voice, higher and whinier and… masculine?

You blink again. Oh, you think to yourself, good for him. 

You turn to leave again, but then you’re stopped again at the words you hear. 

“…you knew she’s been into you this whole time,” you hear Keeho say, his voice rough and breathy. “And you didn’t do a damn thing. It’s fucking pathetic.”

Your heart pounds. Is he talking about…

“Well maybe if you were fucking her I would have.”

Your heart stops, the words not even processing in your head. That’s Jiung.

“Ow, fuck!” You hear him hiss, and you’re hit with the sudden realization that the noises you heard were them fighting.

And you couldn’t have been more wrong. 

Because there they are, Jiung and Keeho, the two people in your friend group always at each other's throats, trying to shove their tongues down each other’s throats.

Your brain has stopped working. The image doesn’t quite process in your mind, of Keeho pushing Jiung harder into the grimy wall, of him pulling Jiung’s head back by the hair to dig his teeth into his lips, of Jiung’s eyes rolling back as he lets out a guttural moan, his hips rocking up to the thigh Keeho has shoved between his legs. 

Of pushing hands and biting kisses and choking fists. 

You consider shutting the door and turning around and throwing yourself into a vat of acid. 

Instead,

“What the fuck?”

Jiung bristles immediately at your voice, ripping away from the kiss with a startled noise as he tries to push Keeho away without success. When he sees it’s you though, he freezes completely, his fists tightening at Keeho’s shoulders, watery eyes going wide. 

You stare at him. That’s all you can do with the storm of confusion, betrayal, and a hint of unprecedented arousal swarming messily in your head. 

Keeho is the last to react, lifting slowly from where he’d started mouth at Jiung’s jaw. He looks at you with a lazy grin, if a little sheepish. 

“Surprise?” He says, scrunching his nose. “Turns out Jiung’s not only into you but he’s—“

Jiung slaps his palm over Keeho’s mouth, glaring at him. “Can you not?!”

Keeho stares back. “It’s a little late, don’t you think?” He muffles against his hand. 

Jiung’s gapes, mouth opening and closing as he tries to put together something to say, anything really, but he comes up short. 

So he opts instead to look at you again, at your indifferent expression, and prays that you don’t completely despise him now. 

“So let me get this straight,” you start slowly, putting the staggered pieces together because you need to make some sense of… of whatever this is. “Jiung… you like me?”

Jiung can’t do anything but give a meek nod, unable to look you in the eye. 

“…and you like Keeho?”

Keeho winks at Jiung when he looks up, to which Jiung squeezes his hand tightly around Keeho’s face getting a pained grunt in return. 

He nods again, keeping his gaze averted. “Yes,” he finally says, his voice thinning out. “But—but I figured you guys were together and I just thought…” He trails off when Keeho slips away from Jiung’s hand and leans back in, pressing a low, warm kiss to his neck. His train of thought gets completely derailed as the presence lingering in his gut reminds him again of what almost was. “I-I didn’t…”

He trails off with a soft moan as Keeho takes his hips again and rocks his aching cock down on his muscled thigh, his brain completely rewiring to focus on the pleasure instead. 

You watch, almost entranced as Jiung shudders and wraps his arms around Keeho’s broad shoulders, taking over and starting to grind himself down at a more eager pace. 

You lose your train of thought too, quickly forgetting whatever it was you were so wound up about. Does it even matter now when you get to see him all blissed out like this, cheeks flushed and hair messy and making out with your fuck buddy?

Keeho’s voice snaps you out of it. 

“C’mere,” he beckons you with a hand stretched out for you, that sly smile on his just a little warmer as he points it to you. 

You step forward and take his hand, letting him pull you into their tangled bodies. 

You can’t really focus when Keeho pulls you into a slow, indulgent kiss. You try for his sake, pressing back half heartedly, but your eyes are open and stuck on Jiung as he mouths at the hinge of Keeho’s jaw, panting into him as he keeps rutting needily against Keeho’s leg. 

Your attention gets pulled when Keeho nips at your lip, making a dissatisfied grunt that finally gets your attention on him. 

Your eyes flutter shut as you give into his pull; you came here to pay him back in the first place. Though you're not sure if it even counts anymore, you’re not one to go back on your word since he did technically succeed. Whatever, you can figure it out later. 

You lose yourself quickly to the kiss as it grows hungrier and more frantic by the second, Keeho’s tongue sliding against yours in a familiar, heady rhythm, his hand sliding down to your ass to hold you firmly into his side. 

You nearly forget the other presence—Keeho has a good way of melting away every other thought but him when he’s with you—until you feel a pair of lips, soft and light, brushing timidly against your cheek. 

You break from the kiss with a soft gasp at the sudden touch, turning to see Jiung startling away and burying his face into Keeho’s other shoulder. 

“S-Sorry,” he says quickly, his body trembling. Though whether it’s from the arousal or nerves, you don’t know. 

Keeho pays you both no mind as he starts trailing his mouth down your neck, like it’s his way of giving you two a little privacy, ridiculously enough. 

Jiung peeks out at you before quickly looking down again, and it fills you with such a sudden force of aggression from how fucking cute he really is like this, that you grab his chin and pull him into you. 

He grunts as his lips crash painfully into yours, mouth parting with a gasp when you immediately bite down on his lip. 

“It’s okay,” you whisper, smiling against his lips at the wide eyes he watches you with. “You can make it up to me.”

And make it up he does, on his knees in front of you moments later with his mouth buried into your cunt while Keeho fucks you from behind. 

It was a blur leading up to this predicament, with your hands braced against the dirty walls, bent over Jiung on one leg with a knee propped on his sturdy shoulder while Keeho holds you in place by your hip and pounds his cock into you with no mercy. 

His thrusts are brutal as his hips snap into yours, punching noises out of you each time that go muffled into the tight hand he has over your mouth. 

“You’re so fucking loud,” Keeho hisses into your ear, pushing his cock all the way in and rolling it as deep as it can go with a low grunt. “You want the whole club to know what you’re doing right now?”

You whine into his hand, shaking your head rapidly as you heave at the little reprieve you get. But then he starts up again, even harder this time, pushing your clit right over the tip of Jiung’s nose with each thrust. 

Your eyes roll back and fill with tears at the overwhelming sensation.

Your sobs go unanswered as Jiung wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, his round eyes peering up at you over your short skirt and watching every little twitch in your expression. 

He wants to be the one fucking you right now. But he can settle for this, fisting his aching dick as he lets his tongue unravel you on Keeho’s cock. 

“Pretty,” he muffles without much thought, his brain too filled with pretty moans and the sweet taste of you on his tongue. “Sound pretty,” he says again, before fixing back on rapidly flicking his tongue over your throbbing clit. 

You moan needily, legs trembling as your body struggles to keep upright. 

Keeho laughs over your shoulder, slowing down to deep, grinding thrusts that don’t help you in any way. 

“Doesn’t she?” He coos. “To think you could’ve had this a long time ago if you didn’t have such a dumb little brain.”

Jiung whines at the words, faltering against you, but you hear the slick sounds of his hand fisting his cock start speeding up. 

Keeho chuckles, low and amused as he reaches around to grab Jiung’s hair and push his face further into your heat. He sighs when he feels the wet slide of Jiung’s tongue flick momentarily against his cock as he starts to lap at where he’s connected to you. 

“Don’t cum yet, Jiung,” he warns, giving his head a short pat before he takes your hips with both of his hands, pulling out until the swell of his tip stretches your entrance. 

He preens at your pained whine spilling freely into the air when he starts to just tease his tip in and out of you, just toying with your hole. 

“We’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” he says, then slams in right against that gummy spot in your walls that makes you scream out, see stars, and come all over Keeho’s cock and Jiung’s face. 

Jiung only laps faster at your dripping cunt, drinking up your arousal that seeps out with Keeho’s cum as he spills into you with a choked grunt. 

Keeho fucks into your pulsing cunt a couple more times to ride out his high, letting out a shuddering breath as he slips out of you. 

Through his own haze, he preens when he hears the slick sounds of Jiung’s eager mouth fire up even more, and he takes advantage of your state of pure, mindless euphoria to reach down to your cunt and scissor you open, letting your mixed arousals pour freely onto Jiung’s seeking tongue. 

His head spins at having you both reduced to this; animalistic, filthy, fucked out and brain dead to everything except pleasure. 

If Keeho had known that insulting Jiung to his face and dragging him into a closed corner would get the both of you like that in his bed every other night, he would’ve done it ages ago. 

But then again, he wouldn’t change a damn thing.

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Chan is inbetween your spread legs, one hand gripping your hip, the other guiding himself into you with a low groan. “Fuck,” he mutters, sliding in deep, and you gasp, head tipping back against Hyunjin’s chest.

Chan’s fingers tighten on your hip, pulling you down onto him, and you choke out a moan as he starts moving, slow at first, then deeper, rougher. “You take it so well,” Hyunjin murmurs in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. His thumbs circle your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks before pinching just hard enough to make you whimper.

Hyunjin’s hand drifts lower, fingertips tracing circles over your stomach before dipping between your legs. His touch is light, teasing, just barely brushing your clit until you jerk against him with a sharp gasp. “Oh my- Fuckk” you whine, hips bucking involuntarily, but Chan’s grip tightens on your waist, holding you steady as he thrusts deeper, dragging a ragged moan from your throat.

Chan’s hands slide up your body, fingers tracing the curve of your throat before settling there, pressing justtt hard enough to make your breath hitch. His grip tightens as he fucks into you harder, his hips snapping forward in a rhythm that has your vision blurring.

Hyunjin’s fingers circle your clit faster, the pressure building until you’re writhing between them, gasping for air that won’t come.

“Please-” you manage, voice ragged, but Chan just shakes his head, “You can take it,” he murmurs, his own breath uneven. “Just a little longer.” His thrusts stutter, deeper now, and you choke on a moan, nails digging into Hyunjin’s thigh.

Hyunjin exhales sharply against your ear, “So fucking pretty like this,” he murmurs, voice full of admiration. His palm slides up your chest, tracing the curve of your breast before cradling your jaw, tilting your face toward his. “so perfect,” he breathes, and then his mouth is on yours, tongue sliding against yours in a slow, filthy drag. You moan into the kiss, the sound swallowed by his lips, as Chan’s hips snap forward, filling you so deep your toes curl.

Hyunjin breaks the kiss just enough to pant against your lips, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “Love hearing you,” he says, “Love feeling you shake.” His hand drops back to your breast, squeezing just shy of too hard, and you arch into it with a gasp, your hips rocking back against Chan’s thrusts.

“I can’t- I can’t take it,” you gasp, voice cracking, your body strung tight between them. “Please, please let me-”

Chan’s grip on your throat eases just enough for you to drag in a shuddering breath. His hips slow, grinding deep inside you instead of pulling out, his cock twitching where he’s buried to the hilt. “You wanna cum?” he murmurs. His other hand slides down your body, fingertips tracing the sweat-slick curve of your waist before settling between your legs, pressing hard against Hyunjin’s fingers still circling your clit. “You wanna come on my cock while he plays with you?”

You whimper, your whole body trembling, the words catching in your throat. “Yes or no, baby,” Chan asks, his hips rocking forward, the drag of his cock inside you slow, maddening. His breath hitches when you clench around him, your thighs shaking. “you're gonna have to say it.”

You sob, your hips bucking uselessly between them, oversensitive,“Yes- yes, please,” you gasp, the words slurred, your voice breaking. “Please let me cum, please-”

Chan’s grip tightens on your throat just enough to cut off your next whimper, his hips snapping forward in one sharp, brutal thrust. “Then cum, baby” he says, and that’s all it takes- your body seizes, pleasure ripping through you so hard your vision whites out.

his rhythm stutters, his hips grinding deep as he groans, his cock pulsing inside you. You feel him cum, the hot spill of it, the way his fingers dig into your hip hard enough to bruise.

Hyunjin’s hand leaves your breast, sliding down to press against your stomach, right where Chan’s cock is buried inside you, and you sob at the pressure, oversensitive, “Fuck,” Chan breathes, his voice thick, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he rides out his orgasm, his thrusts slowing to lazy, rolling grinds.

Hyunjin’s fingers curl into your hair, tilting your head back against his chest as he murmurs, “Good girl,” against your temple, his lips brushing your skin. His other hand still works your clit, slow now, drawing out the last waves of your orgasm until you’re squirming.

Before you can catch your breath, Chan’s hands are on your hips again, flipping you over with a rough, effortless tug. The sheets scrape against your stomach as he maneuvers you onto your knees.

Your face lands inches from Hyunjin’s cock, the heat of it against your cheek. You don’t hesitate- your mouth opens, tongue dragging along the underside before taking him in. Hyunjin groans, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you deeper. Chan’s cock slides back into you from behind, just as a new song plays.

a/n: gov ball hyunchan made me do it now you guys deal with the aftermath #thankyouforcumming

LEE MINHO — SADISTIC DOM GIVER

Minho is a cat-like dom who enjoys toying with his prey. He prefers choking you from behind while he fucks you deep and slow, two fingers under your jaw forcing your head back so you’re staring at yourself in the mirror. That signature smirk appears when your eyes water and your breathing turns into desperate little gasps. “Look how pathetic and pretty you get when I cut off your air,” he’ll purr sweetly, right before tightening his hand and slamming into you harder. He loves edging you mercilessly, choking you right to the edge, then loosening his grip so you can’t cum, repeating it until you’re crying and begging.

When he finally lets you cum, he chokes you through the whole orgasm, whispering degrading praise in your ear while your vision whites out. Minho is obsessed with the power exchange and the way your body surrenders completely to him. He’ll lick your tears, bite your shoulder, and call you his favorite little toy. Aftercare is surprisingly gentle: he becomes the softest version of himself, cuddling you, feeding you water, and stroking your hair while telling you how well you took his cruelty.

SEO CHANGBIN — EAGER SWITCH

Changbin’s massive arms and thick neck make him look like the ultimate dom, but the man secretly melts when you take control. While he can absolutely pin you down and choke you senseless (and looks ridiculously hot doing it), nothing destroys him faster than your smaller hand wrapped around his throat while you ride him. He loves being on his back, muscles bulging and glistening with sweat as you squeeze. The deeper he sinks into that lightheaded subspace, the harder he thrusts up into you, deep voice cracking into broken moans and whimpers. “Fuck—harder, please—choke me properly—”

The contrast between his powerful body and total submission is intoxicating. He gets embarrassingly loud and desperate, veins popping in his neck and arms while his eyes roll back. When he cums it’s almost violent, hips stuttering as he fills you up. Afterward he turns into the biggest, clingiest baby, hiding his flushed face in your chest and mumbling about how he can’t believe he likes it that much. He’ll ask you to trace the marks on his neck for hours.

HWANG HYUNJIN — PILLOW PRINCE SUB

Hyunjin is breathtaking when he’s being choked. He wants your hands (or both) around his long, elegant neck while he’s either buried inside you or you’re riding him into oblivion. His head tips back, long hair sticking to his damp skin, lips parted in a perfect “O” as breathy, theatrical moans spill out. He’s incredibly vocal; “Own me—ruin my pretty neck—make me yours.” The visual of his glassy eyes and flushed cheeks gets him off almost as much as the physical sensation. He likes it on the rougher side, light bruises that he’ll admire in the mirror later, tracing them with his fingers like art.

He’ll beg so prettily, hips rolling desperately while you control his air. The floaty, subspace headspace turns him into pure filth at the same time. Aftercare is essential because he becomes extra needy, wanting you to kiss every mark, cuddle him, and tell him how beautiful he looked whenever he gives the pleasure of just him lying down the bed.

HAN JISUNG — NEEDY SUB

Jisung is an absolute wreck when you choke him. He becomes the loudest, most desperate version of himself. Whimpering, squeaking, and babbling nonsense as your hand presses on his throat. Whether you’re jerking him off, riding him, or letting him fuck you while you squeeze. The lack of oxygen sends his sensitive body into overdrive. He cums ridiculously fast and hard, thighs shaking, eyes squeezed shut, crying out your name like a prayer. “Can’t breathe—fuck—gonna cum—please—”

He loves the dizzy, floaty rush and the complete trust it requires. Afterward he’s shy and embarrassed about how loud and pathetic he sounded, hiding his face in your neck while his ears burn red. Give him five minutes and he’ll be shyly asking if you can do it again later, maybe even harder next time.

LEE FELIX YONGBOK — SOFT DOM GIVER

Felix’s deep voice and angelic face create the hottest contrast when he has his hand around your throat. He loves eye contact, choking you in missionary or spooning position while staring straight into your soul with those dark eyes. “Look at me while I take your breath, darling,” he’ll rumble in that rich baritone, tightening his grip right as he hits that perfect spot inside you. He’s attentive and precise, always watching your reactions, easing up at the right moments so you can gasp before he steals your air again. He loves how your voice gets raspy as you try to talk to him in the middle of it, and that sound alone sends a rush on his spine making him to do more, eager.

The mix of his gentle personality and sudden intensity makes it addictive. He’ll praise you endlessly even while choking you, telling you things like; “So perfect… taking everything I give you.” And aftercare is his specialty. Soft kisses on the marks, cuddles, deep voice whispering how much he loves you.

KIM SEUNGMIN — HARD DOM GIVER

Seungmin is a cool, composed dom who gets off on control and teasing. He’ll choke you with one hand while the other pins your wrists, that smug little smile playing on his lips as he watches you struggle not to moan too loudly. “What’s wrong? Can’t even make sound with my hand around your neck? How cute.” He’s merciless with edging, bringing you to the brink while choking you, then stopping until you’re crying and desperate. When he knew you are about to cum, he would release the grip on your neck, making you whine from the loss, but he won't let you breath in quickly either because even before you could gasp, his choking you again, a little tighter than the first one.

When he finally lets you cum, it’s devastating, his hand tightening perfectly as he fucks you through it. He loves the power and your sweet submission. Afterward he drops the mean act and becomes surprisingly soft, stroking your hair and telling you how good you were for him.

YANG JEONGIN — CURIOUS SUB

Jeongin is still exploring but has discovered he loves being choked more than he expected. His pretty neck and fox-like eyes look incredible when your hand is wrapped around his throat. He gets shy at first, blushing hard, but once you start riding him slowly while squeezing, he turns into breathy, desperate sounds and needy hip thrusts. His already non-existent eyes would flutter shut, head slamming against his pillows with his mouth hanged open as breathless moans spilling out of his mouth just by how good it felt your fingers against his pulse point “Harder… please—feels so good—” He gets lost in the headrush quickly, eyes glassy and lips trembling.

He’s vocal about what he wants once trust is built and becomes adorably eager to try new intensities. Aftercare makes him extra soft and clingy, he’ll nuzzle into you, asking if he looked okay and wanting you to kiss the marks on his neck for comfort.

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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?”

your breath hitched.

you nodded again.

because you were.