𝔂𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝔂𝓾 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

연밤

[originally by orphan_account on AO3]

"Can you move your feet?" Beomgyu asked, attempting to vacuum the living-room like he'd been told to do so long ago. He'd been stalling, not wanting to push the appliance anywhere near where his master was. He hated just about every interaction they had, no matter what Beomgyu did, Yeonjun always seemed weirdly annoyed with him. Not only that, but his creepy comments and inappropriate touching only made Beomgyu wanna stay away even more.

"Go vacuum the rest first-" Yeonjun said. He had his feet up on the coffee table, just laying on the couch, half asleep. Beomgyu gently tapped him, "It's only going to take a minute-i promise i won't be long-plus i've already cleaned everything-and you've been here all day!" He said, huffing a little.

Yeonjun opened his eyes... he looked Beomgyu over, in a really creepy way, and smiled, "How are you liking your new uniform?" He said.

Beomgyu tensed a little, looking down, he'd been made to wear a version of the classic french maids dress, with a tiny little miniskirt that didn't hide much except for a black pair of panties. The apron was pretty fluffy, ruffles around Beomgyu's shoulder that surrounded a little bowtie, and further down were two white stockings that slid all the way up his thigh. He knew Yeonjun had only asked him about it so he could make Beomgyu feel worse, the only reason he was wearing it in the first place was as a punishment.

Beomgyu looked away, "I-it's too short-"

"Is it now? Come here-" Yeonjun said. Beomgyu sighed, of course this would happen as soon as he interacted with him. It always did... He hesitantly shuffled over, being pulled down onto one of his legs.

"I didn't think it was short enough at first." Yeonjun said, pulling up the back end of Beomgyu's skirt up as he looked over his shoulder. "D-don't look-" Beomgyu said, covering his face with his hand. Yeonjun hummed, "Or what?" He asked, hooking his finger around the front of Beomgyu's panties.

"I-it's embarrassing, i-i don't want you to see-" Beomgyu said, legs shaking as Yeonjun pulled the fabric up suddenly. He gasped as it pinched itself around his clit, "Y-yeonjun!"

"You don't get to tell me where to look, Beomgyu" Yeonjun said. Beomgyu nodded, face completely red as the fabric was repeatedly pulled against him. He buried his face in Yeonjun's chest, burning up inside before he finally mumbled out a quiet, "S-stop it-it feels weird!" To absolutely no response. Yeonjun leaned down, talking right into Beomgyu's ear, "Did you do all the chores?" He asked, voice purposely smooth as he rubbed his index finger across the poor little abused bean.

"Y-yes sir" Beomgyu said, breathing becoming uncontrollable as Yeonjun audibly smiled onto his skin, "Good boy" he said, and Beomgyu felt a chill run through him. Yeonjun pulled hard, Beomgyu was all but standing up at this point, trying not to feel all the friction. "Y-yeon please-!" He whined.

"Please what?"

"Y-you're going to rip it!"

"You want me to rip it? Alright~"

"N-noo!" Beomgyu whimpered, shutting his eyes tight as the fabric tore open, scraping across his sensitive skin. He went still, mostly due to the embarrassment he felt over the noise he'd just made. Now he was bare, sitting on Yeonjun's knee as the fabric was waved in front of his face, "Look how wet these things are-you're such a naughty boy, aren't you?" Yeonjun said.

Beomgyu turned away, "I-I'm not-it's because you were touching me so much!" He said. Yeonjun set the fabric down "You mean here?" He said, rubbing his finger up and down the pink slit that attempted to move away from his hand. Beomgyu gripped him by his shirt, "D-dont- Yeonjun"

"So disrespectful- what did i tell you about calling me by my name?" Yeonjun said, flicking Beomgyu's nose with his other hand. Beomgyu turned his face away, "N-noo- I don't want to call you that anymore!" He whined.