.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡Amélie✧⁠*｡

“come on, just come with me after this. I don’t wanna go alone.” Your friend, yoon, nudges you, not so discreetly chatting to you once you’re nearing the end of your two hour lecture.

Your eyes flicker from the board, which you’re still trying to concentrate on, but also, your attention is wearing thin and you’re waiting until the painfully slow last few seconds go by and it finally ends. “I don’t get it. Is this some kind of society?” You whisper back to her.

“Kinda…yeah, it’s a host club-” You don’t hear the rest of what she says, everyone starts chaotically packing up their laptops and notes, abruptly leaving the lecture hall once it ends and flooding the exits with traffic.

You do the same, and so does yoon. Once you’re out in the hallway and away from the trampling stampede, she begins animatedly trying to sell the idea to you again.

“I went to that badminton taster session for you because you wanted to go! And I got hit in the face with a racket, so that means you totally have to come with me this time.”

You sigh inconveniently, adjusting the strap of your bag higher on your shoulder. You supposed you could go to it for her, you were free the rest of the evening. “Fine, what’s it actually about again?”

She rubs at the back of her neck, pausing, looking sheepish and surprisingly hesitant for a second. Your eyebrow raises at this.

“You really don’t know? Surely you must have heard of it? It’s really popular.”

You shrug your shoulders, very intrigued. “No.”

“What rock are you living under...” Yoon exasperatedly mumbles, “Well…you know like, a normal host club? Where males entertain people with like, alcohol and pretend to be like, their boyfriends? Well….we have one. At the university. Except, it’s more like a tea-and-conversation, flirting, with the five most handsome and richest students here.”

You stop walking. She stops walking. Someone behind you nearly bumps into both your backs, giving you both an irritated glare as they walk past. You study her face, but she’s looking at you with complete sincerity. “Oh my god. You’re serious.” You start walking again, faster this time, shaking your head. “You rich people are bizarre.”

When you’d joined the university on a scholarship, you had come to find out just how terrible and outlandish these nepotism children really were firsthand. They operated on an entirely different plane of existence. This manages to top the cake though. They really do fuckall with their time, anything but actually studying. It’s not like it really matters though, they’ll still become heirs of multi-million pound companies anyway.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds. Truly!” Yoon insists, jogging to match your pace.

“How is this allowed?”

Yoon shrugs. “The creator’s family is like, the main funder of the university.”

You’re not surprised. “Of course.” You tighten your hold on the strap of your bag. “So, these people are whoring themselves out basically?” How is this ethical?

“Come on, it’s harmless and fun! It’s Furry Friday!”

“Furry…what?” You try to blink yourself awake, staring off into the end of the hallway, dissociated. Why do you even bother anymore?

“Yeah, and there’s Maid Monday too…it’s just like a cool events cafe. There’s themes. It’s cute!”

“So, do these people sleep with their guests too?” You joke, casting a sideways glance at your friend, giving up with the actual questioning of the existence of this club at a prestigious university.

Yoon looks to her left and right, covering her mouth with her hand and whispers. “Ssh. That’s more of an underground thing. They’re very selective about it and it’s superrr expensive.”

Your face drops. “What?” This is not right. You drag a hand down your face, sighing heavily. “You really want me to go to this with you?”

Your friend nods her head enthusiastically, clasping her hands together. “Please. I need to get over my last scarring situationship.”

You give your friend a pointed look. “Didn’t she like, borrow £700 off you and you never saw her again? There’s not much to get over.”

Yoon grimaces as if she’s living through it all again, not wanting the reminder. “Yes, she had some gambling issues. But, she was so perfect other than that.” Yoon sighs wistfully. “Come on, I paid for both our entry fees already. Food’s included.”

Your ears perk up at that, staring at your friend who now has a sneaky little smile creeping up on her face, knowing she’s already won. You pause. Food is included? You wouldn’t pass up on free food…Damn that your friend knows you well. You huff resignedly. “Okay…I’ll go with you.”

Yoon squeals, bringing your hands to hers and jumping up and down aggressively. “Thanks! You’re the best.”

Now, you stand in the endless queue of other students waiting to get into the club, a snake of a line going right to the end of the corridor and around the corner. It really must be popular. How had you never heard of it before? There’s a permanent sign on the door reading ‘TXT HOST CLUB’. They even have their own personal room at the university? Even from outside, you can already hear loud squealing and high pitched screams at whatever is going on in the room.

Finally, eventually, it comes to both your turns, reaching the front. Yoon shows some ticket online and you’re allowed in, the big gilded doors opening, and you’re momentarily blinded by a sudden light.

You’re not entirely sure what you were expecting, but it’s definitely not this; five guys in animal ears and paws, dancing to some girl group song on a raised platform. The spacious room is all pink with even pink marbled floor, fancy chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and ribbons and streamers decorating the walls and pillars. There’s cardboard cutouts of the members all around the room in absurd outfits, vampires, maids, fairies, princes, sanrio, mermaids, knights, traditional clothing, and more.

You’re escorted onto a free table with Yoon. Even the tables are decorated so lovely with floral lace cloth and a vase of flowers in the middle. There’s tiered cake stands with the yummiest looking sandwiches, cakes, pastries, tarts, and macarons. Laid too, are expensive-looking intricate painted tea sets and teapots. Maybe, perhaps, you could get behind this for the food.

Yoon doesn’t pay attention to anything on the table though, she’s too busy watching the performance, entirely enamoured and delighted by it, clapping and cheering them on.

“Oh, wow…” You watch it too, in disbelief, still trying to process your surroundings. All of this feels like a complete, bizarre, fever dream, but you have to admit, they were surprisingly pretty good at dancing, synchronisation quite insane for a bunch of random pompous dudes.

“I should introduce you to them all!” Yoon shouts over the music, excitedly pointing at one on the far right. “That’s taehyun! He’s super smart and stoic,” then she moves her pointed finger to the left each time, “that’s Kai he’s super sweet and cute! Oh-and that’s beomgyu he’s super emo and plays guitar, that’s soobin he’s a sweet posh boy and the president, and that’s…” Yoon sighs dreamily at the man on the far left, clasping her hands together, “that’s Choi Yeonjun. The It boy. He’s my fav. He’s such a prince.” She swoons. The poor descriptions weren’t all that insightful to you, to be honest.

Their performance ends with claps and screams, and then, you can finally tuck into the foods on the table, trying every single different assortment of pastries. The hosts had stepped off the platform, coming to the guests and their tables, speaking and chatting to them, the music lowered to soft ambient jazz. You can hear giggling… and barks and meows, and the strange things some guests are requesting for.

“Kai! Do a bark, do a bark!”

“Woof, woof!”

“Soobin, can you say that I’m your owner?”

“Beomgyu, I wanna be your pet!”

“I just wanna be your dog!”

You may have lost your appetite a little. But you try for it not to deter you.

One second, you’re looking down, scoffing the sandwiches on your plate, then you’re looking back up and you’re suddenly surrounded by the five men out of nowhere, looming over your table. You’re terrified, freezing mid-bite. Yeonjun, who you’d recognised as yoon’s favourite, comes to smoothly kiss her hand.

“Ah,” he sighs, “My lovely Yoon. Our loyal guest, will you be requesting for me again?”

Your friend is blushing and giggling, looking moments away from fainting. You raise a brow, gulping down the food in your mouth, turning your head her way with furrowed brows. “Again? I thought you’d never been here before. You didn’t want to come alone?”

Yoon coughs, embarrassed “Uhhm. Ahem. I never said I hadn’t been here before. Simply just wanted your company this time…”

You shake your head, finishing the rest of your sandwich, still feeling self conscious at the men still by your table. When were they going to leave?

“Ooh we’ve got a new guest, guys!” One of them says, noticing you, you think his name is Kai. The others lean in curiously at you, zeroing in. You feel like an animal at a zoo. This is very odd. Especially since they’re the ones still wearing pet ears and furry gloves.

Yeonjun theatrically reaches for your hand, kissing the back of yours too, grinning and winking. “Pleasure to meet you, beautiful being. I’m yeonjun. Choi yeonjun. What’s your name, pretty?”

“They look frightened…” Taehyun whispers to kai.

The rest of them introduce themselves, shaking your hand like a normal person.

Once you’re done with shoving the last bit of your sandwich down, you quickly dab around your mouth with a napkin and you abruptly rise from your seat, standing up, ready to leave. Your time here is more than done, and you so desperately want to get away from this uncomfortableness. “Well! Lovely to meet you all. Must get going haha...”

“Wait! You haven’t chosen a favourite yet!” Yeonjun stops you.

“Everyone picks one.” Beomgyu, the one with multiple facial piercings says with his hands in his pockets.

“Usually under twenty seconds.” Taehyun adds, checking his extravagant watch that probably costs more than your tuition fees. “The average is 17.83 seconds.”

“Yeah. Which one of us is the most handsome?” Soobin pushes the glasses he’s wearing gently up his nose bridge, tilting his head at you.

They all come even closer to you simultaneously, crowding you, staring at you intensely and expectantly, awaiting your answer. All of their jaws are raised up, sweeping hands through their hairs confidently, and posing for you, doing weird expressions with their faces as if they were in some modelling photoshoot.

“Um…I wouldn’t know.” They’re all very good looking. How were you supposed to choose just one? And how would you have a favourite already?

Taehyun crosses his arms. “You don’t know?”

“Just choose one! Come on!” Kai urges you, jumping on the spot.

“Yeah.” They all start saying and agreeing together, growing impatient and slightly agitated, wanting you to choose one of them already.

So, you try again, staring at each of their faces individually, trying to be pragmatic about it so you can finally get out of here. First, you analyse yeonjun, silky blonde hair, fox-like sharp eyes, piercings all on his ears. Then soobin, soft black hair, glasses, a bunny like nose and mouth, wearing a cute sweater vest. Then beomgyu, brown shaggy messy wolfcut, soft brown eyes, but dark thick eyebrows with a piercing on one of them, a dermal piercing, and lip rings too. Then at kai, fluffy white hair, angelic features overall and a pretty nose, holding a stuffed plush penguin toy in his hand. And finally, at taehyun, big round eyes, high cheekbones and a chiselled face, wearing a whole ass corporate suit for some reason.

“I really don’t know!”

“You have to. Gun to your head. Three—” Beomgyu raises three fingers.

“TWO.” All five of them start to join in, shouting in unison.

“Why are we counting?!”

“ONE.”

“ZER—”

The counting down, for some reason, and the fact that five absurdly attractive, very tall men are still crowded around you and shouting, makes you panic and stress and you feel very under pressure.

“Okay, okay! Oh-umm!-uh-Yeonjun!” You blurt out frantically. You don’t know why you say that name, you just choose the most memorable one to get them off your back.

There’s silence and the others recoil dramatically, betrayed, and they give you such disgusted looks.

“Terrible taste.” Taehyun clicks his tongue. The others are shaking their heads at you.

Meanwhile, yeonjun looks moments away from ascending, “I knew it!” Yeonjun’s eyes are practically shining, grabbing your shoulders excitedly, ecstatic and smug and violently shaking you. He runs a hand through his blonde hair once more, sighing out at himself as if he were in some sort of shampoo advertisement. “I knew you’d pick me.” He punches your arm playfully.

“Ow…” You rub at your arm to soothe it, it actually hurts. He punched you pretty hard. He looks like he’s about to hit you again in excitement, you back away as far as you can, taking a few steps back, fearfully.

You bump into something behind you. It wobbles. And that’s when you hear something smash so distinctly loud and hard onto the pink marble floor, exploding. Hesitantly, you slowly, dreadfully, turn around, thinking you already know what might have happened.

You had caused a very expensive looking sculpture of the five boys with roses in each their hands, to collapse straight onto the ground and smash into millions of smithereens, thousands of tiny little pieces scattered across and flying everywhere.

Everyone in the room turns their heads at the dissonant sound, gasping, teacups freezing halfway to their lips. You stare at the scene completely mortified. You can feel your soul departing your body, mentally already digging your grave to lie in. You could literally cry.

“Oh my god!” Yeonjun runs and drops straight down to his knees at the death of the artwork. “Our most expensive sculpture, all the way from Italy! Custom made from the renowned artist Angelo Pasquarelli, he passed away recently! This was the last remaining piece of art he ever made!”

Well, that doesn’t serve to make you feel any better. At all. You don’t even know what to do. You don’t have any parents that can pay this for you. You can’t even begin to imagine how much it actually costs and how you’ll ever be able to repay it, and how much debt you’ll be in now. “I’m so sorry! Oh my-I’m so, so, so sorry! I don’t know-i wasn’t looking where I was going.”

You can feel how ironic this is. You came here for the free food, now you’re massively in debt somehow.

Taehyun, the treasurer of the club, comes to crouch down beside yeonjun, staring at the remnants with visible pain and anguish too. “This was supposed to be an art investment for the club…I told you we shouldn’t have kept it out here in the open.” He murmurs sharply to yeonjun.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t afford to pay for this.” You admit. “I’m literally only here on a scholarship. Is there any other way I can help? I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”

“Hm. You can’t afford to repay for the damage?” Soobin raises a brow at you, thinking. He pulls the rest of the boys into a huddle. You hear intense whispering as they deliberate your fate.

Yoon panics for you, stepping in. “It’s going to be okay!” She reassures you, feeling slightly guilty as she was the one who brought you here when you hadn’t particularly wanted to in the first place. “I’ll try and pay for some of it for you!”

“No, that’s alright. They won’t have to pay for any of it. No one has to.” Soobin speaks up, all of them finally pulling apart.

You feel so relieved, clasping a hand to your heart that had minutes before giving out entirely. “Oh. Oh my god. Thank you, thank you-”

“You’ll repay us in another way.” Soobin thoughtfully explains. “Next week, the host club is holding a special events week.”

“For the first time ever,” Kai interrupts excitedly, “each host gets their own solo event where we can do whatever we want!”

Soobin nods. “Yes, we’ve never done events purely by ourselves before and we’ll need additional assistance.”

“You,” yeonjun says, flamboyantly pointing directly at you, “are going to become our assistant!”

“Monday to Friday,” Soobin confirms. “One host per day. You’ll help organise events, carry things, run errands, and deal with guests. You’ll work off your debt to the host club.”

“Just five days? That’s it?” That didn’t seem too bad at all, it’s an alarmingly good deal. You were expecting something significantly worse. How hard can it be? Only working five days to pay off the debt for a supposedly very valuable and rare sculpture? You can definitely do that. “Alright. I’ll do it.” You shake soobin’s hand, determined than ever.

“Yayy! Yippeee!” All five of the boys start clapping and cheering delightfully at you. You don’t know why they’re so happy.

“And guess what?” Yeonjun grins gleefully. “My event is the first one.” He takes your arm in his, interlocking and hooking your arms, and then completely drags you away. You throw one last pleading look at yoon through the gilded doors in case it’s the last time you ever see your dear friend again.

But she just giggles at you, calling out. “You’ll be fine. It will be fun!” She cheerfully waves at you being hauled out of the host club room.

“Woah.”

You stand in the doorway of yeonjun’s sleek studio apartment in awe, which hardly looks anything like student accommodation. You wander further inside, taking it all in. It is massive, everything down to the furniture and interior looking way too luxurious, with a fancy kitchen, living room, a big en-suite bathroom, and a walk in closet filled with designer clothes. That doesn’t seem to be enough though since there’s clothing racks near the windows too with garments, a mannequin, framed fashion sketches and artwork pinned on a wall, designer magazines stacked on a unique-looking coffee table.

It’s Buckingham Palace compared to your place. Your student accommodation was one tiny shoe box room, a shared bathroom and kitchen. But you had chosen the very cheapest you could afford.

“Do you like it? It’s a bit small. My bedroom is bigger than this in my mansion, but this is still cool and cosy.” Yeonjun stands in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling windows that showcase the city skyline. He looked genuinely apologetic about it too.

“Mansion…” You shouldn’t be so surprised by now, so many people you have met at the university do live in them, but it still manages to shock you a little no matter how many times you hear it casually mentioned.

Yeonjun turns around excitedly. “Hey, maybe we can go to my house after this and I can show you! Get you to meet my parents already, ay?” Yeonjun winks at you. “It’s just a five minute walk!”

“A five minute walk?” You gawk incredulously, “If your house is so close to campus, why would you ever waste money getting student accommodation?” It fills you more with slight disgust at the wastefulness rather than jealousy.

Yeonjun huffs. “My parents said the same thing. But I wanted to have that uni experience, you know? Plus, I needed to be more independent. It’s a good thing. That student lifestyle, it’s pretty hard sometimes.”

“So…you've achieved this student lifestyle by moving five minutes away from your mansion into a luxury apartment?” Wow, this is certainly going on the list of out of touch things you’ve heard students say.

“Yep!” The confidence with which he answers is quite commendable.

“Oh, okay, so you’re paying for it yourself?” You don’t mean to pry, you’re just genuinely trying to understand a bit.

“No…my parents pay for it.”

You nod. “Right.”

“Oh! Would you like anything to drink or eat by the way?” Yeonjun politely offers you.

“Just some water is good.”

He grabs two high-end bottled waters from his high-end fridge too and passes one to you. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” Both of you come to plop yourselves on his sofa. “But you cook?” You ask him assumedly.

“I don’t know how. But my chefs come from the house every morning to make me meals. It’s lovely.” He obliviously beams at you, lounging comfortably against the cushions, one arm draped across the backrest.

You just nod along at this point, sipping on your water. You noted chef was plural, but you’re not sure where the independence is. “Well, anyways,”

He sits up right again, shifting closer to you, a bit too close. “Yes! Let’s plan my event.”

“So,” you say, “any ideas?”

“I already know what I want to do.” He seems very proud of this. “Fashion is my passion. Hey, that rhymes. Maybe I could be a poet too.”

“Sure.” You say tiredly, waiting for him to tell you what he’s got planned.

“Flirty Fashion Workshop.” He stares back at you expectantly, smirking like he was expecting some sort of praise for this.

Your face scrunches up. “What the hell is a ‘Flirty Fashion Workshop’?”

Enthusiastically, yeonjun explains. “They’re sewing, I’m showing them how to use the sewing machine like this-” he leans into you, placing his hands over yours as if he were showing you how to work some phantom sewing machine, feeling his breath on your neck as he guides your hands.

“Okay, I didn’t need a personal demonstration on it.” You swat his arms away.

Yeonjun shrugs but winks cheekily at you once again. “Your loss. People pay for this, y’know?” Undeterred, he continues to explain more of his idea, “I’ll make step-by-step, visual demonstrations on how to make basic articles of clothing and they can decorate it however they want with different fabrics and beads and embroidery and creativeness. I’ll come around, helping and flirting, of course. Then, once everyone is done, we’ll have a little fashion show where everyone can model and show off their work! Isn’t that so great?”

You can see the appeal for it, from what you saw earlier, you have no doubt it’ll work and keep guests very satisfied. It’ll probably be a huge success. You nod at him. “Hm. What we need first is all the equipment and materials for this then.”

Yeonjun nods too. “I’ll ask to borrow all the sewing machines from the fashion department. We just need lots of textiles and fabric, threads, scissors, pins, beads, buttons, decorative materials, and other things.”

“Where should we get all of that from?” You query.

“We’ll buy it, of course. Taehyun made a spending card for the club. Off to the city centre!”

“After you.” Yeonjun gentlemanly opens the car door for you, rushing out of his to come around unnecessarily for yours.

The walk to the city centre was just under twenty minutes, but he had insisted on his chauffeur driving you both there anyway.

Yeonjun leads you to a bustling street with independent craft & art shops and fabric markets. The energy is so totally different compared to the commercial, homogeneous high streets you’d passed on the way, it’s bright and welcoming and filled with such unique characters of shops.

First, you buy lots and lots of fabric as you’ll be needing a lot of those. He seems to really be in his element, ecstatically showing you and speaking words about materials and their compositions only someone studying fashion would know, making you touch and feel them all too.

All of the vendors even seemed to recognise him, happily greeting and conversing with him, faces lighting up whenever he walked in, acting like he was some sort of long lost son of theirs whenever he stepped into a different shop. Yeonjun is very chatty, talking to them all for a while. One elderly woman even abandoned a conversation halfway with another customer just to pull yeonjun in for a hug and squeeze his cheeks. He’s not just famous in the host club, you observed.

You’re lugging along countless heavy bags of materials you’ll need for the workshop by now, shoulders and arms aching, you and yeonjun exhausted, hours blurred and overloaded by endless textiles. But it was a little fun, there’s a certain beauty in watching a person be passionate about something, oddly fascinating to follow yeonjun along.

You make one final stop to buy packs of sequins, and finally, you have all the equipment you need. Both of you make a turn on a street, noticing a brightly coloured ice cream shop. All the shopping, conversing and carrying must have clearly gotten to yeonjun, he’s drawn to it instantly like a moth to a flame, trudging you along with him, allowing you little time to protest.

He’s staring at the menu in deep concentration, brows furrowed but practically salivating. “Could I have the largest tub with one scoop of tiramisu and one scoop of rose please?”

You take a little longer to decide what you’ll like, settling on the smallest tub (it’s cheaper), and ordering a scoop of strawberry cheesecake and chocolate. Before you’re about to put your own card down, yeonjun dramatically steps in, practically shoving you out of the way and slamming his own down instead. “No. It’s on me, of course. A prince never lets anyone else pay.” He puts one hand to his heart, closing his eyes like he was reciting something religious.

“Oh, thank you.”

The ice cream scooper seems more affected by the gesture than you are, completely swooning at yeonjun. “Wow, what a gentleman!”

Yeonjun giggles at the compliment. “Hehe. Thank you!”

“You’re such a handsome young man. Ah, young love. Go on, i’ll give you both an extra scoop.” They lean in over the counter, hushing.

Yeonjun gasps. “You’re so kind! Thank you so much.”

Yeonjun is giggling, the scooper is giggling back too. You’re affronted by the whole exchange. Is life just this easily kind to Choi Yeonjun? But, you say your thanks too, not complaining about more ice cream for free. Everyone seems to be absolutely smitten by this dude’s charms. Sure, he’s attractive and he’s got great social skills, but people act like he’s above human. Are they seeing something you don’t?

Eventually, you can sit down at the tables, dropping the bags to your feet. You’re in a much better mood after sitting down and once you’re eating the well deserved ice cream, the creaminess and flavour melting on your tongue, plus the fact yeonjun paid for it is a great bonus, both of you happily talking more about yeonjun’s event between spoonfuls.

“Wanna try my tiramisu flavour? Say ahhh.” Yeonjun brings his spoon to you in an attempt to feed you, wriggling the spoon around your face, a generous scoop of pale brown ice cream perched upon it.

You flat out refuse, instead, bringing your own spoon to take a swipe of his yourself. “Mm. It’s good.”

Yeonjun watches you continue to eat without offering your own. “I wanna try the strawberry cheesecake one too.” Yeonjun leans forwards, tasting yours without asking. He’d taken quite a large amount too. “Mmh! This is yummy! I must get this next time.”

“Hey, I never said you could try mine.”

“Let’s take pics of our date.” Yeonjun ignores your complaining, getting out his phone and taking a series of selfies with you.

You stop and stare at him across from you before you can take another spoon of ice cream. “It’s not a date.”

Yeonjun shrugs again, unbothered. “Did you know I have seventy percent request rate?People would pay a lot to go on an ice cream date with me.”

You set down your spoon in the tub, reminded of something you wanted to ask. You don’t get it. “Why would you make a host club when you don’t need any of the money?”

“I love entertaining people. It’s my thing. I’m good at it.” He’s not looking at you, his brows are furrowed as he tries to fish out the last bits of his rose ice cream from the edges. You’d noticed he furrowed his brows a lot when concentrating on something.

“Fair enough.” You nod in understanding, you can’t deny that. From today alone you’ve witnessed just how many people he can amuse. It seemed people easily gravitated towards choi yeonjun.

“But also I don’t have any siblings.” He pulls his full lips into a slight pout, continuing, brows further furrowed, “I always wanted one, so many of them actually. I kept begging but my parents didn’t want any more. And it got pretty lonely when they were overseas so often. I’ve always wondered what it felt like to have siblings. Now I’ve got them!”

It’s your turn to furrow your eyebrows. “By…making a host club?”

“It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. I personally sought out all the members myself. Now, they’re all like my four brothers! I cherish them and the club a lot. It’s very important to me. They’re my family.” Yeonjun warmly beams.

He has that glint in his eyes from earlier on when you were in the fabric markets, and like before, you can’t bring yourself to actually hate on it, he’s clearly passionate and sincere about it, so you just hum in agreement.

“That’s actually…sorta nice, still bizarre though.”

Yeonjun grins. “Did that woo you?”

“No.”

You’re back in yeonjun’s studio apartment. It’s completely dark outside by now, the city skyline view from his big windows look different after the sun had set, now it’s all just lots of constellations of scattered lights. You sit on one end of yeonjun’s sofa in the living room with the warm glow of orange and amber lamps he’d put on instead of his main lights, playing low music in the background from his turntable, the ambience nice to focus in.

Yeonjun is on the opposite end of the sofa, a large sketch pad sitting on his lap as he draws out the step-by-step demonstrations for the simple garments, you can hear his constant scribbling from his pencil meeting paper too. You are on your laptop, currently focused on the duration and structure of what should be happening in the workshop and making a small slideshow for it.

“Does it look fine?” Yeonjun lifts his sketch pad for you to see the diagrams.

You scan the illustrations briefly. “Mhm. They’re easy to follow.”

You continue typing. By the time you finish the final slide, your shoulders ache slightly from hunching over the laptop. You lean back against the sofa, stretching your limbs, eyes drifting to the other side of the sofa. Yeonjun is still sketching, completely absorbed, eyebrows characteristically drawn together as he focuses, lips in a slight duck-like pout and his blonde hair now having more of the resemblance of honey under the colours of the lamps.

“Done admiring me? Daydreaming about kissing me?” Yeonjun looks up, lazily grinning as he notices your stare.

You heavily roll your eyes at him. “You’re not my type.”

“I’m everyone’s type.” He confidently states. You shake your head, sighing out at his ego, but he starts again, “Hey, you’re the one who picked me as the most handsome.” Yeonjun puffs out his chest, still pleased by that.

“Yeah, under duress. I only picked you because your name was the first I remembered.”

For some reason, he remains proud. “So what you’re saying is that I’m very memorable.”

You drop your head back against the sofa and the wall behind you. “Lord…”

“You’re bluffing. Bet you do actually daydream about kissing me.” Yeonjun goads. “I wouldn’t blame you.”

You snort. “Kissing? You wish.”

He places his sketch pad away from his lap and onto the part of the sofa next to him, smirking at you. “Oh, I do wish.”

You narrows your eyes at him. “Really? What about?”

He cockily moves and leans forwards, coming close to your face, his stupid smirk never leaving, humoured. “Lots and lots of things.”

You know he enjoys flirting without you doing anything back, meaninglessly flirting with you countless of times today without you reacting. You know he gets a kick out of it, so you decide to retaliate back this time, having had enough of it. If Yeonjun wants to play this game so badly, then maybe it's time somebody plays it back. You’ll see what he does then.

“You know what I think?” You grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling his face even closer to yours, grinning yourself and making your voice sultry sounding. “I think you’re all talk. Bet you couldn’t actually even kiss me.”

He instantly pulls his face away, flustered, shocked by what you say, eyes wide, not expecting you to say something like that back to him. Especially since you hadn’t entertained anything else he’d said this entire day. “What?” Yeonjun’s face flushes immediately, turning unmistakably bright, beet red from his neck and ears too. His mouth clamps shut. And for perhaps the first time since meeting him, yeonjun seems quite speechless. The legendary flirt of the host club couldn't handle being flirted with back, he was accustomed to being the one in control of every conversation.

There’s an attempt to regain his composure though, clearing his throat and trying to confidently smile back. “I could and I would. Do you want me to?”

“Yeah. Go on then.” You challenge him, chin raised high, poking the bear with a stick.

He’s not sure if you’re serious, and yeonjun hesitates. “Fine.” He leans in, face close to yours again, staring at you falteringly with his narrowed feline eyes, but trying to make it seem formidable. Close enough once more that you can see the mole next to his eye, see the shadows the dark warm lighting casts on his cheek bones, making them that much more prominent, and smell the faint scent of his expensive cologne. You’re equally staring back with heated, daring eyes. You’re so sure you’ve won. He’s not going to do it. It’s all just talk.

Your eyes flicker down to his pouty lips, his rich, cushiony lips. They had such a pretty, distinctive shape to them that you’ve never seen before. For a small second, you wonder what they’d feel like against yours if he did actually lean in more, but you shake it away. Are you slowly being charmed too? Has he put a spell on you? Is this how he does it?

At last, yeonjun draws back, running a hand through his hair.

You’re just about to laugh in victory, knowing he’s lost, knowing his words hold no meaning to them, but then, yeonjun suddenly surges forwards, grabbing your face. His mouth mushes with yours fiercely and you gasp into it, startled. You find your lips move back with his, perhaps you’ll still win if you’re not the first to break away.

Both of you continue kissing for a long time, mouths sliding together, teeth over lips, taking it in turns to suck his bottom lip, then his upper lip. You don’t know if this is still part of the game but it’s starting to feel less significant as time goes on and your lips meet again and again, colliding with soft breaths. You’re enjoying it, yeonjun’s heavenly lips feel good on yours. You definitely feel like you’re under a spell right now, all almost hypnotic. Maybe he’s a witch. You’d like to believe that more than any of this being of your own will.

Barely an inch separates when you both pull apart for some air. Yeonjun is staring at you, entranced and dishevelled with rosy cheeks. His usually perfect hair has fallen into his eyes, and his plush lips were beyond swollen and tinted so red, all the blood vessels rupturing there from your kissing and biting. His breathing is totally uneven. The image and how stark it is makes your stomach flip and flutter.

Then, you’re kissing him again.

You’re touching and gripping onto each other’s bodies in different places as you continue to make out. Your lips reach yeonjun’s angular jaw, then down, brushing against the warm skin of his neck, leaving kisses and still being able to smell his lingering, delicious cologne that’s been able to last the whole day. He lets you, tipping his head back as his eyes flicker closed and his hold on your waist tightens.

Playfully, your hand reaches down to stroke his thigh and then his crotch, grinding the palm against the hardening dick in his pants. You like leading the whole of this, it’s amusing. Yeonjun goes completely still with a sharp, shaky intake of breath, mouth falling open. But just as you’re about to pull his dick out to actually touch him, his hand slaps against your wrist, stopping you. “N-no. Let me.”

You tilt your head. “Huh?”

“Let me eat you out.”

Wow. You thought yeonjun would just want to get his dick wet. He certainly looks like he needs a hand wrapped around it right now, but he’s offering to tend to you instead.

You shrug. “Okay.” You’re definitely not one to complain. So, you lie on your back for him.

Yeonjun sheds off all the articles of clothing of your lower half, grabbing the back of your knees to push you closer to him on the sofa. He spreads your legs, his sharp eyes heavily lidded at the sight, practically salivating. “Pretty…”

He wastes no time in diving into your pussy immediately, shoving his face in and licking up a long stripe of your cunt, before completely messily making out with your pussy, groaning and grunting against you, holding onto the flesh of your thighs tighter. You satisfyingly sigh out at the dim ceiling your eyes are fixed on before closing your eyes all together, biting your lip.

You grab ahold of yeonjun’s hair, fingers threading through the soft messy blonde locks and tugging just hard enough to make noises escape his throat in response.

Yeonjun attaches his perfect pretty lips to your clit, sucking, suctioning so vigorously until the bundle of nerves are even puffier than his lips. They feel even better on your clit, like they’re made just for that. He focuses completely on your pleasure, furrowing his brows as he eats you out, humming and whining and groaning, licking and sucking. The sounds of him smothered in your pussy are so audible, taking over the music still playing on the record player, and so obscene, so wet, you can only oddly describe it as if yeonjun is hungrily devouring a bowl of ramen, enthusiastically slurping and inhaling it all.

“Am I finally pleasing you? Weren’t pleased with anything I was doing before.” Yeonjun lifts his head up to look at you desperately and obsessively. He clearly takes this very seriously, intent on making you feel good.

“Mmh, sure. Keep going.” You don’t really care for anything he’s saying, barely listening, you’re nearly reaching the edge, so you grab more of a fistful of his hair, grinding down on his face. You guess he wasn’t wrong about being good at entertaining people.

Knowing you’re close, yeonjun brings his signet ringed fingers to your hole, quickly fucking them into you and lapping at your clit with his tongue, flicking over and over again, your slick gushing out as he does this. It manages to bring you over, thighs clenching around his face and cumming all on him. You moan out loud and so does yeonjun at the view of you orgasming, nuzzling into your cunt further and licking up everything you give out.

Eventually, he lifts up from between your legs, your juices coating all around his enlarged lips, that they look like he put on some kind of really shiny plumping lip gloss. With a happy, drowsy smile, yeonjun licks it all off around his mouth. Then, licks his fingers clean off too, his family heirloom ring, dripping in your cum. Usually effortlessly confident yeonjun, looks incapable of forming any actual thought.

“Fuck me.” You tell him, looking down at the way his dick is practically crying to be let out of his pants, slight patch of precum dribbled out on it. You pull his zipper down, freeing his dick and pumping his achy red, leaky cock, rubbing your thumb over the tip and swiping at the fluid on his sensitive slit. Yeonjun curses, hips bucking and mouth hanging open, blissed out at the stimulation.

“Fuck you? Sure…Yeah… I-i can do that.” Yeonjun breathes out, so far gone already.

“You want to make me feel good, don’t you?” You spread your legs again, holding his gaze.

“Yes.” It seems to snap whatever restraint he has left. Yeonjun quickly goes to grab condoms from somewhere, nearly knocking something over in the process. When he finally gets ahold of one, he comes back, tearing the packet open with his teeth in a rush. Which you’ll admit, does something to you.

He frantically pushes the condom onto his cock, and you can only describe yeonjun’s face as purely debauched after he lines up his swollen fat tip to your pussy and pushes in, bottoming out completely, your walls sucking and swallowing him in so good, filling you up so good, both of you gutturally groaning. “Oh my g-ughh…” He moans every single time he pushes back in, mouth slack, long pretty whines and cries escaping him.

You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer and sheathing his dick deeper into you. Your hands slide up his back, digging your nails into the muscles there and yeonjun’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head at that. It’s not long at all until yeonjun just completely loses himself in the feeling of you, his thrusts quickly building up in speed, slamming his hips harder and deeper, erratically.

He’s so unrhythmic with it, sloppily still trying to fuck you as his brain turns to absolute mush, he can barely do it, his pretty lips staying parted with how delirious he is. Yeonjun’s hips are practically shaking with every roll and you think he might actually fall on top of you. He tries to hold onto you, face falling into the crook of your neck, biting down there, utterly wrecked, drooling all on your neck now with muffled moans and groans.

You’ve had enough of his dumb useless rutting, growing tired of the position. You roughly pull at his hair to bring his face back up and away from your neck. He looks at you practically cross-eyed, slurring. “Shit, you can’t even fuck me. Pull out.” You tell him.

Yeonjun panics, confused, shaking his head. “Huh? What-please, please.”

“Just pull out.”

He does as you say, whining and wailing at you like a hurt animal. You roll your eyes at his dramatics, shoving him down onto the sofa instead. “Calm down. I’m fucking you myself.”

“No, I-i can fuck you. ‘m sorry. I can do it.” Yeonjun tries to beg, profusely apologising, not wanting to feel useless to you, wanting to make you feel good, tears appearing in the waterline of his eyes from how muddled his mind is.

“Sssh. It’s okay.” You stuff two of your fingers into his mouth to shut him up, but also, wanting to watching him suck your fingers because you’re weirdly fixated on his gorgeously shaped, plump lips now. The sight of him sucking with sparkly tearful eyes is so hot and debasing.

Pulling your fingers out of his mouth, you straddle yeonjun, grabbing his dick. You place it at your entrance and unceremoniously sit down on the whole of his dick fast in one go, taking him all in to the hilt, until your hips meet his. It knocks the air out of yeonjun, theatrically throwing his head back and it has you sighing in pleasure at having his cock inside you again, stretched out at a more delicious angle.

“You need me to fuck you, baby. Don’t you?” You hold onto his abdomen, swivelling your hips around him and then beginning to ride him as yeonjun moans and mewls out so brazenly loud.

“Yeahyeah-mmm.” Yeonjun is fickle as shit, not complaining at all once he feels your pussy, in fact, he likes it more now since he’s not doing any of the work.

You lift yourself off and slam back down, bouncing on him faster and faster at an unrelenting pace and yeonjun just lays there underneath you, looking pretty and almost doll-like with his blushed cheeks and glossed lips in the shape of an ‘o’, happily taking it all in pure ecstasy, tongue lolling out and contently moaning high pitched like a girl.

You can’t help but chuckle at the view of yeonjun beneath you, brushing a strand of damp hair from his sweat-beaded forehead. “You’re more like a princess than a prince, yeonjun. Maybe you should be the princess’s host club instead.”

You thought he might objectify but yeonjun just mindlessly nods. “Kay…long as you’re still fucking me.”

You giggle, bringing your hand to the side of his hot face, stroking your thumb sweetly on his cheek. “You like being taken care of by me?”

Yeonjun nods, leaning into your touch, purring like a cat. “Uh huh.”

You can feel yeonjun’s dick twitching uncontrollably inside of you. “Aww, princess, are you close?” You teasingly coo.

Yeonjun helplessly whimpers. “Yes, so close. Kiss me.”

You tut at him. “You’re not even going to ask nicely? What a spoilt princess.” But you do it anyway, leaning down, capturing his addictive lips with yours, kissing him hungrily, filthily, tongues tangling and swirling together as you ruthlessly ride him, both your brains clouded up by the other, sucking on his tongue nastily too. You clench down on yeonjun’s cock purposefully and he satisfyingly cries into your mouth, you swallowing down all his needy sounds.

You continue to bounce wetly on yeonjun’s girthy cock, going up and down at a mercilessly cruel speed as it creates sticky squelchy sounds, fucking the life out of him whilst his cries accelerate, your ass smacking his full balls every single time, grabbing his shoulders hard to hold onto as you do this, intent on reaching both your highs.

“Ohhhmy god. I’m cummingg!” Yeonjun cums first with garbled, mangled, pornographic whines, spilling his seed and filling the condom with his white gooey substance, back lifting off the sofa and arching as he sees stars everywhere. He pants and heaves, throwing an arm over his face at the overwhelming sensation, trying to come back down to earth, going boneless, feeling like a pile of nothingness, like melted ice cream in the sun.

You continue to use his spent dick and yeonjun just lets you, his lips bitten raw, so close to your own orgasm too, so in reach as you keep jumping on his cock hard, reaching up in a gummy spot inside of you, prodding it every time so good, eyes squeezed shut in complete bliss, sweating so much, thighs aching. You don’t stop though, bringing your hand to rub at your clit too and you’re quickly able to let go, cumming around yeonjun’s throbbing overstimulated dick. You stay there, riding the after waves of it, slowly still moving on yeonjun’s cock, trying to prolong it until you can’t anymore and it stops feeling good.

You collapse on top of yeonjun’s body, utterly exhausted, allowing him to weakly grab and cling onto you as you both drift off.

“Shit, yeonjun. Wake up.” You attempt to shake yeonjun.

The both of you had managed to pass out on the sofa until the next day after the event planning had very abruptly turned into something else entirely. And now, you’re running a little bit late to set everything up for the workshop, neither of you remembering to set an alarm.

Yeonjun stirs in his sleep but doesn’t wake up, pouting with knitted eyebrows.

“Yeonjun.” You shake his shoulders more aggressively, shoving him.

“It’s too early.” He whines.

“No it’s not. Check your phone.”

He groans, but reaches over to grab his phone, checking the time with one eye open, dragging a hand down his face. “Ugh. We have to go already.”

“Yeah.”

He gets up and so do you, quickly getting ready the best you can, grabbing the bundles and armfuls of supplies of everything you need and running over to the host club room.

Both of you rush to get everything prepared, checking the number of attendees, placing all the supplies each person and table will need, such as needles, measuring tapes, embroidery, fabric, scissors, pins. You make sure the screen and PowerPoint is up and ready. Yeonjun had gone to the printer to make individual copies of the demonstrations so everyone has one on a table. The sewing machines also needed to be carried one by one, all the way from the fashion department building and back to where the host club room is, which takes a considerably long time and effort. By the fifth trip, your arms genuinely felt like they were going to fall off and slither to the ground.

The room was finally ready, guests would start arriving any minute. You collapse into a chair, yeonjun dropping down on the one next to you.

And the event goes satisfyingly well. As you had expected, the guests love the idea, following the steps and learning how to sew simple clothes, particularly loving when yeonjun comes around to flirt individually and help with the sewing machines, giggling and blushing into their sleeves. As the assistant, you go around table to table, checking in and giving extra supplies when guests need them, making sure everything is running and working the presentation on the projector as yeonjun confidently talks and teaches. You have to admit, It feels nice and rewarding to watch the whole event actually come to together, seeing everyone enjoy it after planning it for a long while yesterday.

Yeonjun insists on you being his model, wanting to make a top fitted for your measurements.

You groan. “Why do I have to be it, though? There’s plenty people who would love to be your model.”

“You’re my assistant, so you’re my model. Plus, you’re gorgeous enough.” Yeonjun deviously winks, corners of his mouth curling upwards as his eyes rake over you.

You shake your head and defeatedly sigh. You thought his flirting would stop after you had retaliated back, but he’s flirting even more so.

You don’t have much of a choice in being his model, so you stand before him, letting him get to work. You get to see his fashion designing skills in action. He’s very focused, it’s a little endearing, measuring tape draped around his neck, pin held between his lips, catty eyes squinted in concentration. Yeonjun measures, cuts, sews, creating the top and then decorating it. It’s a very pretty beaded, well fitted top with a gaping heart hole. There’s tiny red crystals, sequins and beads on the edges of the heart, cascading downwards like dripping blood, elegant and slightly unsettling. He even manages to make one for himself in the short time frame, making a matching one with a similar concept for himself. His featuring a similar heart motif, though slightly larger, with black crystal embellishments spreading across the chest like fractured veins.

Once everyone is done creating their pieces, there’s loud music playing on speakers as everybody shows off what they made, walking down the makeshift platformed stage acting as a runway, all the guests cheerfully, clapping and supporting each other, the lovely atmosphere is quite infectious. Yeonjun grabs your wrist to walk down the runway together, yeonjun ridiculously posing, hands on his hips, flicking nonexistent long hair as guests scream and whistle so concerningly loud, losing their minds. You do the same, posing too, actually having fun as yeonjun does jazz hands around you.

The aftermath of the event looks significantly less glamorous, the room is a beyond mess, looking like some sort of natural disaster had taken place in it, and unfortunately, both you and yeonjun have to be the ones to tidy and put everything away. The sewing machines nearly killing you off yet again when you have to return them all back to their long journey home.

“Ice cream?” Yeonjun suggests once you’re finally done with clearing the room, panting and sweat ridden from all those cursed sewing machines.

“Yes.” You immediately agree, tired eyes lighting up, wiping sweat off your forehead yourself.

You don’t bring yourself to complain about getting yeonjun’s chauffeured car to the ice cream shop now, despite how within walking distance it is, every muscle in your body so sore. You order the tiramisu flavour and yeonjun gets the strawberry cheesecake, swapping ice creams, having liked what the other got more last time.

Yeonjun jokingly offers you a scoop of his ice cream again to feed it to you, holding it out across the table for you. “Say ahh.”

You narrow your eyes, but challengingly accept, eating it just to watch the shocked expression appear on yeonjun’s face as he hadn’t expected you to actually let him feed you. But then, the stunned reaction changes, the idiot is glowing, widely smiling.

“You’re helping with soobin’s event tomorrow.” Yeonjun says after a bit, resting his chin in his hands and smiling at you across the table.

You had almost forgotten that this wasn’t the end, and only the start. Four more events remained, and four more hosts. The thought alone was exhausting. Tomorrow would be soobin's event and you had absolutely no idea what it would involve.

“Hopefully, you don’t like him as much as you like me.” Yeonjun jokes, but keeps his eyes still lingering on you, something almost faintly wistful about it, though he’s still smiling.

Now that you’ve come to think of it, you’ll never likely be working with yeonjun again after this, feeling the tiniest bit melancholic about it. But you snort anyway. “Who said I liked you?”

“You have to have liked me a little, otherwise sleeping with me would have been a very strange decision on your part.” Yeonjun raises a brow at you, grin only deepening.

You burst into laughter despite yourself, and so does yeonjun.

“Unless,” he adds, placing a hand over his chest in wounded exaggeration, “the sex was so bad and you like me even less now, which would be quite sad.” A dramatic pout pulls at yeonjun’s lips.

As bizzare as yeonjun is, you supposed you get how people can be charmed and pulled in by this man now, because you do find you’re no different than anybody else who likes him anymore.

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A/n: I’m so sorry if this is shit and everyone hates it 🤣🤣 Im too scared to read it all back and then change it all and never post it 🤣🤣 i kinda hate this sm. yes I am aware the ending is so poorly written 🤣 Ughh i do have a love hate relationship w this bc I do feel I could have done it wayy better but I just don’t think I would have ever actually posted it so I’m making my peace. but ayyy yeonjun debut on my blog ! I actually have another fic idea for jjun that I want to write so badly too

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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.

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you only became sure of it when you ran into the living room, like you always did, and threw yourself into the embrace he opened for you without even thinking twice —almost stumbling before you got there. there, with your face buried against him, breathing in deeply, that the feeling settled completely.

you weren’t just imagining things. there really was another scent there.

you didn’t react right away, not in any obvious way. but your body showed it —the way you grew more restless, how quiet you were being and the way your hands gripped his clothes just a bit tighter than usual. a strange unease building in your chest, and you didn’t really know what to do with it.

and beomgyu, of course, noticed. enough to make him knit his brows slightly, looking at you with curiosity, trying to understand what had changed so suddenly.

he asked once. you said it was nothing.

it didn’t sound like nothing. so he asked again, in that calm tone that always managed to pull things out of you even when you didn’t mean to say it. until you ended up giving in, a little pouty, a little hurt, quietly admitting that he had a smell that you didn’t like.

a smell that wasn’t yours.

your owner understood immediately. a simple “oh” like it was the most obvious thing in the world, before explaining that he had stopped by a pet shop after work, that a puppy had clung to him for a while. nothing serious.

and deep down, it really wasn’t.

but that didn’t stop the irrational way it kept bothering you. nor the way you grew a little quieter after that, still close to him, still clinging, like you needed to make up for it somehow.

and that was probably why, after a while, he let out a soft sigh, his hand moving along your back in a slow, gentle stroke, like he already understood everything without you needing to say it.

he said he was going to take a shower, change his clothes, and that afterwards, you could go to the couch and stay all cuddled up together, nice and close.

long enough for you to ‘fix’ it your own way.

long enough to leave your scent on him again, as much as you wanted.

by the time you were finally curled up together on the couch, surrounded by blankets and pillows while some movie played absentmindedly on the tv, it was already getting dark outside.

beomgyu had changed into something more comfortable —a dark sleeveless shirt that left his arms on display, and a pair of sweatpants. you were ready for the night too, in your light little pajama top and shorts that left space for your tail, which still flicked calmly every now and then.

it was him who gently pulled you closer, encouraging you to climb onto his lap. a suggestion you accepted with small hesitation before settling there, facing him, legs wrapping around his waist.

it had been a few days since the last time you’d been like this: just together, no interruptions. and that, mixed with the lingering discomfort from earlier, made everything feel a little more intense for you.

“how was your day, hm?” his voice came out calm and low, his hands sliding up to rest on your waist over your shirt, firm, but relaxed.

you answered with a distracted murmur, already starting to lean closer to him.

“hmm. i watched tv today, played on the computer a little… and took a nap.” your attention, though, wasn’t really on the conversation.

almost without noticing, you started by rubbing your cheek against his, slow at first, a shy sort of motion, like you were testing it. it was subtle, leaving your scent there, mixing it with his own.

beomgyu let out a quiet hum, like he’d noticed, but didn’t say anything. he just let you, his fingers tracing a light touch along the side of your waist.

“sounds like a good day” he murmured. “better than mine, at least.”

that drew a small sound from you, something between a pout and a soft laugh, your face still pressed against his. you rubbed your cheek again, a little firmer this time, more confident, feeling his scent a little more clean and familiar now, blend with yours.

“was yours boring?” you asked, your voice low, almost muffled by how close you were.

“a little” he replied with a small shrug. “a lot of work, people being annoying…”

you made a quiet sound of disapproval, like that bothered you too, and turned your head just enough to press the other side of your cheek against him, repeating the motion. this time, your tail gave a more noticeable sway behind you.

without stopping your soft chatter, you started to pick up a bit more rhythm. your face slid slightly, and your fluffy ears ended up brushing lightly against the side of his face too, in a quick movement you barely noticed. beomgyu let out a soft, breathy laugh through his nose.

“you’re in a good mood now, huh?” he commented, tilting his face slightly toward yours.

you didn’t answer right away, just hummed a distracted ‘mmhm’, already moving again.

this time, your nose brushed closer to his neck. you breathed in slowly, deeply.

better. much better.

almost without thinking, you kept your face there for another second. that earlier discomfort was being replaced by something warmer. your body relaxed more and more as beomgyu started to smell more like you again.

“what about you, sweetheart?” he asked. “missed me that much?”

that made your tail thump a little harder against the couch.

“mmhm” you murmured, your voice softer now, hidden against his skin.

beomgyu chuckled quietly, one of his hands sliding a little higher up your back.

“i’m here now. all yours.”

and that’s when you started to push it a little.

your nose brushed against his neck again, slower this time, and before you could think much about it, you let the tip of your tongue touch there too. a light, absentminded lick, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

beomgyu let out a soft chuckle mixed with a sigh.

you froze for a second.

your whole body going still, alert, like you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to, even if he hadn’t said anything. even if there was probably nothing wrong with it.

your ears twitched slightly, hesitant. but he didn’t call you out.

you dared a shy glance up at him, still close to the curve of his neck.

your owner looked calm, relaxed. his expression soft, his eyes half-lidded, like he was more absorbed in the moment than anything else. his hand kept stroking your back slowly, steady, while the other had slipped a little lower, now resting on your hip.

something inside you melted completely at that. 

so, feeling safer to continue, you leaned back in, slow.

your nose brushed lightly against his skin again, more confident this time. you took a deep breath, taking in his scent —now almost completely clean, almost completely yours— and let out a small, quiet sound of satisfaction.

your tail wagged again behind you, a little more eager now.

“puppy” he murmured, his voice low, his hand on your hip tracing a slow motion with his thumb, up and down. you stopped everything immediately, your attention snapping up to him. “did you remember to clean the toy i gave you today?”

and then you froze.

“…w-what?”

“the toy, princess” he repeated, looking into your eyes, not stopping the gentle touch even as your body grew more tense.

“yesterday you left it all sticky and messy on top of my bed…” he went on patiently, the hand that had been on your back moving to pet behind your drooping ears. “i don’t mind cleaning it for you, sweetheart. but you need to learn to take proper care of your things too, and not forget them lying around, hm?”

you were completely still. you didn’t even know how to react.

“i-i’m so sorry, gyu… i…” you could feel your cheeks burning like never before. “i co-completely forgot it, it was right when you got home…”

it had been a week since beomgyu helped you with your pre-heat problems. and you still thought your owner was probably the best owner in the world for that. it would be impossible for anyone to take care of you as well as beomgyu did.

the problem was —just like he had expected— it had only been a temporary solution.

since then, you’d been a bit more restless. more needy. you tried to hide it, afraid of worrying him or bothering him.

but beomgyu had noticed. and because of that, he had an idea.

a good part of the day, he was out of the house, and he didn’t want to see you struggling because of that, not being able to help you. and with your heat getting closer and closer, he figured he needed a solution that would help both of you.

that’s why your owner bought you a vibrator.

a custom one. his size, his thickness —though he didn’t tell you that— and with a knot. so you could start getting used to it, little by little. so it could satisfy you, at least a bit, when he couldn’t be there.

so that when your heat finally came, he could help you more easily. so your tight pussy would already be able to open enough for his cock to slide in and out. after all, that was all he wanted, to help his sweet puppy. no selfish reason behind it.

at least, that’s what he’d been trying to convince himself lately.

beomgyu gave you the little box at the beginning of the week, one morning before leaving for work, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he asked you to wait until the weekend so he could properly teach you how to use it, since he’d have more time for you. but that, if you really needed it and missed the way he touched you, you could use the vibrating function on that sensitive spot he played with last time.

but judging by the surprise he had yesterday, when he walked into his room exhausted after a long day of work, his puppy didn’t seem to be planning on taking things slow and careful.

and judging by your expressions and behavior over the past few days, beomgyu didn’t think you were having much success with it either.

and he was right.

“it’s ok, love” he was quick to soothe you, noticing your nervousness and embarrassment. “don’t worry about it.”

he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling you closer into his lap, his arms wrapping around you.

“you didn’t hurt yourself or anything, did you?” beomgyu asked, gently lifting your face toward him with his fingers under your chin, studying your expression.

“hmm…” your eyes gave you away immediately, darting off to some random corner of the room.

“…you did hurt yourself??” beomgyu’s eyes widened slightly, his voice more unsteady, a bit worried now.

“no!” you rushed to fix the impression, lifting your hands quickly. “it’s just that, i-i tried to do it on my own. but not the way you said i could…” you swallowed, trying to keep your eyes on him now, even if they still slipped away sometimes. “but it hurt a lot, i don’t know why. i’m sorry, gyu. i-i should’ve been more patient like you told me and just waited”

beomgyu clicked his tongue softly in disapproval. but soon a small, almost imperceptible smile slipped onto his lips. he couldn’t be harsh with you for long. but then again, it wasn’t like you weren’t already a good girl for him most of the time.

you shifted slightly where you sat, suddenly very aware of your position as you felt something hard pressing from the inside of your thigh up to your entrance through the fabric of your shorts, nudging you faintly.

“you don’t have to rush to make it fit right away, princess” beomgyu said, in that soft tone that always made your head a little dizzy. “you have to take it slow, hm? don’t be impatient.” the hand that wasn’t on your hip slid absentmindedly from your face, down your torso, until it stopped on your lower belly, exposed by your slightly cropped top, just above your shorts. he rested his palm there, still looking into your eyes, and pressed lightly.

“i’m not going to fuck you while your little pussy can’t even open for the vibrator yet, okay? and for that, you can’t be so eager.”

you opened your mouth to say something. to defend yourself, maybe? or to beg for anything, as long as it was him? you’d never know, because you couldn’t even form a single syllable, closing your mouth again shortly after.

you could feel your cheeks burning, your arms tingling lightly, and your pussy —so close to beomgyu— pulsing with anticipation for anything at all. you didn’t know what to do with yourself. it was embarrassing.

your tail swayed slowly, lazily, from side to side. your ears were still drooped over your hair.

“besides…” beomgyu continued “you’re probably just not doing it right, pretty.” he pressed a calm kiss to your cheek before gripping your waist and starting to lift you. “it shouldn’t be that hard to put it in.” he carefully laid you down beneath him on the couch.

the hand that had been resting on your belly slid down just a few centimeters, stopping at the waistband of your underwear peeking out from under your pajama shorts.

“can i see it?” he asked, one finger toying with the little bow at the edge of your underwear while another already brushed lightly against the skin beneath the fabric.

you felt your stomach twist with anticipation, your entire body heating up, your pussy responding involuntarily to anything even slightly suggestive that left beomgyu’s lips.

you nodded quickly.

“thank you.” he smiled at you. it was still that same reassuring smile as always —just with a hint of something else behind it now, as he slid your shorts and underwear down your legs, leaving little wet spots along your thighs where the damp fabric brushed against your skin.

beomgyu let the clothes fall to the floor before moving back closer to you, leaning in to gently squeeze your cheek before grabbing a pillow from beside you. he asked you to lift your hips for him, placing it underneath to adjust the height for himself, his face already close as he positioned his hands on the inner sides of your thighs.

“i’m gonna spread you open a bit now, baby, just to check. ok?”

you nodded, feeling your heart race in your chest.

“no need to feel embarrassed” he reassured you, and then his hands were already moving, gently spreading your legs open for him.

you quickly realized that this position felt much more embarrassing and vulnerable than the way he’d done it last time.

“beomgyu…” you whined, turning your head to the side, wanting to hide your face in the pillow next to you.

“relax, puppy…” he soothed.

he touched you like the tips of his fingers were leaving soft kisses wherever they passed. his index finger traced along your folds delicately, his middle finger soon joining it, starting to stroke and rub along that same path.

from between your legs, your owner could hear your breathing growing heavier. he could also feel the way you shifted slightly, seeking more contact, silently asking for more.

“juuust checking. no need to get jittery…”

without warning, beomgyu pressed his thumb against your clit, making your hips jolt and a small sound slip from your lips. a faint smile tugged at his mouth as he slowly slid his thumb down from that sensitive spot to your wet entrance, rubbing there in a way that pulled another soft, breathy sigh from you. your legs relaxed more and more around his shoulders.

“gonna open it now, ok puppy?” he said, positioning his index and middle fingers on either side of your little entrance.

“mhmm…” you answered with some difficulty, your needy brain already starting to short-circuit because of beomgyu.

and then beomgyu started to stretch his fingers slowly, testing your small hole to see how far it would go, his attentive eyes exploring your entrance, searching for your hymen inside. he couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight.

“you won’t stop gushing, princess” he looked up from where he was, straight into your eyes, his gaze dark. “really can’t hold back for a little while?”

you looked away, embarrassed.

“i’m sorry, gyu… it has been so hard… this week without you, i mean” you said, meekly.

his expression softened.

“forgive me for that, sweetheart” he tilted his head slightly, pressing one or two wet kisses to the inside of your trembling thigh. “took such good care of you and then left you to figure things out on your own…”

“i’ll make up for it, i promise.”

your eyes snapped back to him at his choice of words, anticipation pooling low in your stomach.

beomgyu leaned in closer to your center. he parted his lips, blowing a warm breath over your clit that made your whole body tense immediately, drawing a satisfied little chuckle from him.

so sensitive.

“you can pull on my hair if you want, puppy” he suggested, and then parted his lips again, bringing his drooling tongue straight to your clit.

a soft, startled cry slipped from you. you didn’t understand, and it was so embarrassing having your owner there, his mouth buried between your thighs.

but then you did. you understood completely.

beomgyu sucked that sensitive bud between his plump lips, swirling his tongue around it in a way that made the lower half of your body go numb and the upper half feel like it was floating.

you could feel the warmth of his saliva mixing with your slick, dripping down and gathering at your entrance. the sounds he made while sucking, combined with the low vibrations of the occasional grunts against you, were making your head spin.

“o-oh my- gyu…” you tried to say, though it came out so quiet you weren’t even sure he heard.

he started flicking the tip of his tongue quickly against your clit, holding you in place with one arm over your hip when you began to squirm too much, your whines growing softer and needier.

“hmm…” he murmured. “too sweet for me” he said, muffled against you.

“pleasepleaseplease” you started to beg almost unconsciously, your mind already too far gone.

“please what, sweet thing?” he asked, before flattening his tongue against your clit, sliding against it slowly, watching your desperate reactions, your trembling fingers finally finding something to hold onto in beomgyu’s dark locks.

“p-please, gyu…” you couldn’t do anything but beg, not even sure what you were asking for anymore.

“dumb baby…” beomgyu chuckled against your pussy, giving your thigh a light slap that made you jolt a little. “doesn’t even know what she’s asking for” he said in a tone of mock sympathy that made your head spin. “but that’s fine. i do.”

he gripped your thighs more firmly now, keeping them spread for him as he started sucking on your bundle of nerves again, making your little moans falter and your hips grow restless under the overstimulation. still, he held you in place, not letting you move away.

“i know, pretty… it’ll feel even better when you cum on my tongue” he murmured, pulling away from your pussy now and then just to speak and tease you in the process. “hm? what’s that? wanna give it to me?”

you started nodding desperately, babbling incoherently, something that only made him laugh when he couldn’t understand a single word.

“okay, pretty girl. come for me then.”

he said it, and finally stopped teasing you. going back to sucking at your needy clit like it was the last thing he’d ever do. and then you, with a slightly stronger tug on beomgyu’s hair followed by a shaky moan that matched the tremble of your thighs, came on your owner’s tongue. him taking everything you had to give, collecting all of your release with his tongue before swallowing, letting out a satisfied hum.

“good girl, best girl…” he said softly, lifting his head slowly after pressing one last kiss to your thigh. he licked his lips clean, wiping the dampness from his chin with the back of his hand as he moved closer to you —breathless, still coming back to yourself, sunk into the cushions.

you reached your arms out, trying to pull him closer, and he understood immediately, bringing his body nearer to yours.

one of your hands reached his face, your trembling fingers brushing over his cheek, while the other rested on his warm shoulder, exposed by the tank top he was wearing.

“gyu, can i ask for something…” you started softly, a little hesitant.

“don’t worry, love. i’ll still show you how to use the vibrator. i was just-”

“n-no, it’s not that.” you interrupted him, feeling your cheeks burn again. your gaze dropping from his blown wide pupils down to the floor.

“i was going to ask for a kiss” you whispered. this time, he heard you. “i-if you don’t mind, of course” you added quickly, your voice a little louder.

beomgyu blinked in slight surprise, and then his face softened, an affectionate smile forming on his lips.

“you can always ask me that, you know?” he murmured, his voice low, almost too sweet. “though i wouldn’t mind stealing a kiss from such a pretty thing like you, looking at me with those big, pretty eyes.”

your breath caught.

gently, he took your wrists and guided them to either side of your face, pressing them lightly into the pillow beneath you as he leaned closer. his gaze dropped to your lips for just a moment before returning to your eyes.

then he leaned in.

the kiss was slow, soft, almost shy at first. his lips meeting yours with a gentleness that made your heart race, like he cared more about feeling you than rushing anything. and little by little, you relaxed into him.

your fingers curled slightly against the pillow, limited by the way he still held your wrists. he responded by tilting his head more carefully, deepening the kiss just enough to draw a quiet sigh from you against his mouth.

it was warm, but more than anything, it was gentle. the kind that made you want to stay there a little longer, wrapped up in him, forgetting everything else.

and the better it felt, the more you wanted beomgyu.

maybe that’s why your hips were already lifting, shyly rubbing against his covered thigh.

beomgyu smirked against your lips when he felt something warm and damp seeping through the fabric of his sweats. soon, you both pulled apart, a thin string of saliva still connecting you for a second.

“got you needy, sweet thing?” he leaned in to whisper hotly into your ear, still not letting go of your wrists.

“hm, a little…” you replied meekly.

“my bad…” you felt him let go of your wrists and straighten up, now towering over you again. “it was totally my intention though.”

you shivered at that.

“care to tell gyu where your needy ass left the poor vibrator this time?” he asked, a bit firmer now, his gaze distracted as the tip of his index finger traced small shapes over the sensitive skin of your stomach, where he’d pushed your top up a little. “is it slick with your pussy on my bed again? or did you get more creative today?”

then he lifted his eyes to yours.

you felt your heart skip a beat, your face impossibly warm as you remembered where you’d left the gift your owner had given you, after another failed attempt at making it fit earlier that day.

you reached a hand under the pillow your head was resting on, avoiding beomgyu’s gaze with everything you had as you pulled the phallic object from underneath.

you looked at the vibrator in your hand, then back up at him shyly. he still hadn’t shown any clear reaction, until a quiet breathy laugh slipped from him.

“in the living room, love?”

“i-i swear i remembered to clean it this time…” you rushed to explain, even though he hadn’t asked that specifically.

“hmm…” he murmured, raising a brow in mild suspicion. then he held out his hand in a silent request for you to give it to him.

you hesitated for half a second, anxiety creeping in, but handed it over anyway.

there’s no way he can know… right?

technically, no.

but you didn’t expect the way beomgyu brought the toy up to his face, taking in its scent from base to tip before parting his lips and, without much ceremony, dragging his tongue along the head, taking a good part of its length into his mouth. he sucked on it for awhile, tasting it, before letting it slip out with a soft ‘pop’ —all while never taking his eyes off you.

you, on the other hand, were completely frozen.

“…you really don’t know how to lie, pretty” he said, giving you a disapproving look as he settled himself back between your legs. “besides, i don’t need to lick your toys clean every time to know my puppy girl gets fucking irrational when she’s needy. even cleaning a vibe is too much for her to remember.”

“now, let’s start, hm?”

beomgyu lowered himself back down to the level of your hips over the pillow again, this time with the vibrator in one hand while the other held your left thigh open for him.

“beomgyu, are you sure it’s really going to fit?” you asked, worried. he leaned in briefly, pressing a light, warm kiss to your lips.

“i am, princess” he reassured you, looking into your eyes as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “it’s a little big, and your pussy is really tight, so it might take some work for us. but if we go slow, and you’re very good for me, i’ll make it fit. okay?”

you nodded, trusting him, even if you were still a bit hesitant after all your failed attempts before.

he pulled back, settling again between your legs.

“now i just need you to relax for me, ok?” he asked in that deep, gentle voice, pressing the small button to turn the vibrator on, the soft buzzing filling the room.

you nodded again, looking at him as he brought the toy closer, pressing it lightly against you. testing, watching your reactions.

you instinctively tensed at the feeling of that pleasant vibration against your folds. beomgyu moved the vibrator slowly, gathering the slick at your entrance and spreading it along you, brushing over your clit every now and then just to hear your soft, surprised sounds.

“so good, gyu…” you sighed dreamily, melting into the pillows.

“glad you liked the gift, princess” he murmured, almost mesmerized by the way you responded to him. “i’ve been dreaming of using it on you all week, you know…” he admitted, pressing it more deliberately against your clit now, pulling a needy moan from you and a soft roll of your hips against the toy.

the vibration slowly trailed down until it reached your entrance, where beomgyu turned it off.

“it might feel weird at first” he said, collecting a bit more of your slick with the tip of the toy, gently massaging your entrance with it. “but don’t worry. i’ll make it feel good soon, promise.”

“o-ok…” you replied, trying not to get nervous. you just wanted it to work, wanted to stay as calm and relaxed as possible for him.

“gonna put it in, ok baby?” you nodded, looking for something steady to hold onto with your hands.

beomgyu started to push in, carefully. you were very wet, but even so, he felt a slight resistance that almost made his eyes roll back. god, he could barely wait to replace that stupid plastic toy with his own cock. it felt unfair.

“you okay?” he asked gently, looking up at you.

“m-mhm…” you murmured back, half lying. you were so tense it almost felt unfair, and you didn’t know how to make your body relax.

he kept trying —waiting, pushing little by little— but your body seemed to resist him completely, like it was actively pushing him out.

“gyu, i-i don’t think it’s going to go in” you said, your voice coming out a little shaky, almost teary, your hands restless around you.

beomgyu stopped, lifting his gaze to you, watching your expression and the way you reacted.

“i never managed to get it inside before…” your eyes started to water, turning red. “it probably won’t now either, right”

beomgyu cast one last glance at your pussy, completely soaked, with only half of the toy’s tip inside, and then moved closer to you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to your lips that were still pouting sadly. then he whispered, just between the two of you:

“princess. do you want to spend your whole heat just soaking your panties and grinding against my pillow just to feel a little better…?”

you held your breath.

“or are you going to turn that little head off like a good girl and fuck the vibrator like i’m telling you to, so you can climb onto my bed and bounce on my cock whenever you want, hm?”

your ears perked up immediately. you blinked a few times, staring at him.

“i-i will!” you answered, a bit clumsy, but with a hint of excitement in your voice. “i won’t think about anything else, i promise, gyu.”

“good” beomgyu replied, satisfied with your reaction.

if he had a treat, he would’ve given it to you right away. but since the closest thing to a reward for an obedient puppy in his hands was a vibrator, he was going to make good use of that instead.

“now, my obedient little girl will only pay attention to my hands and the nice things they're about to do to her, right?”

“yes!” you said softly, nodding quickly.

“good girl” beomgyu praised, turning his attention back to your pussy and the toy. “let’s get back to it then.”

you seemed more determined now, but beomgyu, being the good owner he was, decided to help a little more too. he removed his hand from your thigh, replacing it with his own thighs to keep you spread open, and brought that hand up to your clit instead. his thumb starting to rub slow, circular motions that nearly made you drool combined with the gentle push of the toy into your pussy.

“that’s it, sweet baby…” he guided you through it. pushing was still difficult because of your inexperience, but now he was finally making some real progress.

by now, he’d managed to get about half of the toy inside you. all while rubbing your little bundle of nerves and calling you sweet names. praising you for every inch you managed to take.

“am i doing good, gyu?” you asked between soft sighs and whines, seeking his approval. “you… you think i’d be able to take you too?”

beomgyu bit the corner of his lower lip, holding back a wicked smile.

“baby, wanna know a little secret?” he whispered, barely hiding his excitement.

you nodded, visibly trembling, since he clearly had no intention of giving your poor clit a break.

“you know that toy that’s almost all the way inside you right now…?”

you nodded again between quiet moans, glancing down briefly as his fingers pushed it a little deeper inside you.

“it’s exactly the same size... and same girth as my cock” his tone dropped, lower, heavier. “it’s a custom copy i got, just to train your little pussy for me.”

the words hit you all at once. your whole body reacted, a warm shock running up your spine, making your breath hitch.

“r-really?” it came out soft, quiet, but full of realization.

“yeah, love” beomgyu murmured, voice low and steady, pushing the toy a centimeter deeper into you.

“see?” he murmured, leaning his face closer to yours, his gaze dropping for a moment before returning to your eyes. “it’s just like mine…”

his lips nearly brushed yours when he added, softer:

“and you’re taking it so well.”

and then, without warning, he pushed in a little more.

a breath slipped out of you instantly, your body reacting before you could even think, your fingers curling tightly into the cushions beneath you. beomgyu let his gaze fall for a moment, attentive, watching the way you reacted, the way your body adjusted, opened, got used to it.

“there you go…” he murmured, low, like he was guiding you. and in a way, he was.

another small movement, controlled, patient. and then he stopped.

“all in” he said slowly, looking back up at you, his voice softer now. “good job, princess.”

you barely had time to process the praise —and the fact that you’d actually managed to get it all in it— before he leaned in a little closer, his eyes still locked on yours.

“we’ll leave it like this for a little while now” he murmured, his voice low, almost too gentle for the way his eyes still lingered on you. his thumb was already back to tracing slow, absentminded circles over your clit. “gotta stretch you out properly.”

“no, gyu…” you pleaded, your voice slightly strained from how overwhelmed you felt with all those new sensations. “…you can try to move, please.”

“but it’ll hurt a little if i move now, puppy,” he explained carefully, like he was trying to soothe you at the same time.

“it won’t” you said, a little clumsy, without a hint of certainty in your own words. “i really, really need to feel it” you whined. “…want to pretend that it’s you” you admitted softly, looking anywhere but at his dark eyes that felt like they were burning holes into your skin.

beomgyu let out a quiet chuckle, his cock twitching and leaking even more inside the tight confinement of his boxers at your innocent little confession.

“okay then, sweet thing…” he said, gripping the base of the vibrator inside you a little more firmly. “tell me if you need a break, alright?”

you nodded meekly, curling into the pillows as you braced yourself, both excited and nervous for his next move.

he gave a small experimental twist as he slowly pulled the toy out of you, hearing your breath hitch, his attention never leaving your pussy.

once he’d pulled a good portion out, he lifted his eyes back to your face, watching every little expression as he pushed it back in again, slow and steady —his thumb never stopping its moves on your clit.

“doing so good for me” he praised, his voice drawn out, heavy with want. the way your mouth fell open and your body writhed as he pulled out and pushed back in, going impossibly deep each time, was making him start to imagine things himself now —that you were taking him instead. he couldn’t wait to show you what a real, warm and heavy cock felt like. 

as he noticed the little signs of pain and discomfort fading from your face, beomgyu gradually began to pick up the pace of his thrusts with the toy.

“liking it so far?” he asked, already starting to doubt your ability to answer properly at this point. the way you already seemed completely cockdrunk on a vibrator was driving him feral.

“gyu, i-i’m- hmmm”

he smirked, speeding up a little more, along with his finger on your clit. the wet, constant sounds filling the room.

“you enjoying getting fucked on my cock, pretty?” he asked again —alowing himself to be a little delusional with his choice of words—, more to tease you than to actually check. all he got back was a drawn out, needy moan from you.

“y-yeah… please, gyu, soso good…” you managed to get out, your body trembling all over.

“so happy to hear that, princess” he said, tilting the toy upward on a particular thrust inside you, his eyes locked on your reaction.

“o-oh, my god…” you practically whispered, without the strength to say it aloud. your lips red and bitten, falling open.

“what, baby? does it feel good here?” he played dumb, angling the toy again on the next push, rubbing the tip against that sensitive spot experimentally.

you whined louder now, babbling nonsense as you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer. the sound of his voice, the way he spoke to you, everything only scrambled your senses more.

“gyuuuu, hmm-” you couldn’t even finish a single sentence. you would’ve been embarrassed if you had any self awareness left.

“gonna cum on my cock, puppy?” he murmured, his voice low, almost brushing against the skin of your thigh. “show me how good you can be for me?”

you didn’t really answer, just a soft, broken sound slipping from your lips as your head tipped back slightly. your whole body was trembling now, every breath short and uneven, like you were always one step behind the feeling building inside you.

“give it to me, pretty girl” he said, spitting a thick glob of saliva right onto your clit as his thumb sped up, messier now, paired with deep thrusts into your pussy that echoed through the room. something tightened low in your stomach at that.

your eyes shut immediately, your fingers clenching as a broken sound slipped from your mouth. the sensation rushed through you completely, making your body arch slightly, your breath catching so hard you almost choked on it.

your legs trembled, losing all strength as you came apart completely like that.

“gyugyugyugyu…” it was all you could do, repeating his name dumbly as you melted into it.

“that’s it…” he whispered, more to himself than to you, like he was taking in every detail of your reaction.

and even when that hazy state started to fade, your body was still trembling, sensitive, heavy, still trying to come back to itself. when you finally managed to look at him again, beomgyu was already watching you. attentive, quiet. entranced by you.

he cleaned his thumb with his tongue, and then his hand moved up slowly along your waist, over your torso. soothing you, grounding you little by little, until it reached your face.

“breathe” he murmured, his thumb brushing your skin in a slow rhythm, completely different from before. “did so well for me, love.”

a shaky breath slipped from your lips, followed by another, smaller one, your body still reacting in little aftershocks, too sensitive for anything but that gentle touch.

“so well that i think…” he sighed, leaning in closer, his gaze dropping to your lips. “that we’ll do it properly next time.”

you felt his covered cock —hard, warm, and pulsing— brush lightly along the curve of your inner thigh, way too close to your pussy.

“sounds good?”