#taegyu smut

[sunoofairyofsass]

Lo$ser Lover

Synopsis:Taehyun is a popular jock in college and finds Beomgyu,a nerd, endearing,so he gives him the best night of his life during a party.

Warning:Dick riding, overstimulation,praise,premature ejaculation,protected sex, fingering, corruption kink?,mention of other idols,mention of rich Yeonjun,alcohol (the pairing doesn't drink it),blow job,edging

Pairing:Loser Nerd Beomgyu (sub top) x Jock Taehyun (dom bottom)

Part 1

Part 2 (coming soon...)

Sorry for edging y'all-

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Taehyun was always endeared by the unpopular boy Choi Beomgyu.He was a jock,he could date any guy or girl that throws themselves at him,but no,he had to be attracted to some loser,but Beomgyu was Taehyun's loser,the nerd just didn't know yet.

"So I think we should invite those rich kids"Yeonjun stated as him and Taehyun made a list of guests for the mansion party "Jennie could come,Jake,Jay and maybe even I.N"the older suggested,but the jock wanted to tease him for a bit "And what about your boy toy Soobin?Don't you want him to come as well?"Taehyun teased Yeonjun, only to be shoved lightly by him.

"We aren't officially dating yet"Yeonjun admitted disappointedly, aimlessly playing with the hem of his baggy shirt.The relationship with Soobin was as fast paced as snail late for work,mostly because the other is,in Yeonjun's words,too much of a coward to confess,and he was also one too.

The cogwheels inside Taehyun's head started to turn,until he came up with an idea."Hyung you should invite Soobin,maybe then you two will get together"he suggested, eliciting an annoyed groan from Yeonjun "Fine,I will,only if you boy toy,that nerd Beomgyu,comes too"the older relented,causing the jock's face to go crimson.

Despite Beomgyu's shyness and lack of social skills,it never deterred Taehyun from talking and being friendly with him,often tagging him along when he goes out with his own group,which was energy the nerd gave right back,minus the social gatherings with a lot of people.

"Ah~ Now the tables have turned"Yeonjun mocked the other "How does it feel Tae?"He laughed which prompted Taehyun shoving him like the other side,clearly affected by his comments "Whatever hyung"the younger uttered in annoyance "Are we done here?".

Yeonjun chuckled "No we're not".

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Yeonjun's parties were always extravagant,it doesn't matter if it's a private get together or a rave,the man was always so lavish doing any of them.This one in particular was held in a family owned mansion with a lot of alcohol,blasting club music and a huge pool enough for a family of 20.

Taehyun was busy talking to his own friend group,and by that he means Yeonjun and Huening Kai.The jock had decided not to drink this night, contrasting the other two dousing themselves in alcohol as if their liver was made of steel while talking about whatever nonsense came to mind.

"Tae,your boy is right there"Kai informed the other, pointing in his direction.Taehyun sifted his gaze to the other side of the room to see a boy on the other side of the room with long black hair and his classic round glasses.A sudden pit of nervousness and excitement was felt in the pit of the man's stomach,this was the moment to enact his plan.

He turned to Yeonjun,who was in the state of functional alcoholism "Where's the room you put the stuff in?"Taehyun inquired the older.The other grinned with glee,giving the younger the key to the mentioned room "Take the stairs to the second floor,it will be the second room to your right."he explained "Oh,and the things you asked for are in the drawers next to the bed"Yeonjun added.

Taehyun nodded,grabbing the key from Yeonjun's hand and making his way to his so-called "boy toy".He stood directly in front of Beomgyu,who almost immediately looked up at him with big doe eyes "Hi Tae..."the older greeted him shyly,holding his red cup between his hands.The jock smiled softly at him,bringing his hand onto his dark locks and slowly stroking it "Hello Gyu"he greeted back.

"Are you enjoying the party?"Taehyun queried him,his fingers tangling on Beomgyu's long black hair,which resulted in the older's cheeks becoming a light shade of pink.As the older leaned into the touch,he closed his eyes at the warmth of Taehyun's hand "Not really,I just came here because of you"he admitted,pouting his lips slightly.

The jock chuckled at the adorable man in front of him "Well,we could go somewhere if you want to"Taehyun informed him,removing his hand from Beomgyu's hair and stretching it towards him.With a small and coy smile,the nerd gently grabbed his wrist,lifting himself of the couch and putting his cup with very sour punch somewhere.

Taehyun led Beomgyu to the room,the latter never letting go off his firm yet gentle grip,despite the loud bad club music playing,the huge crowds of people or a few couples that were hooking up.The nerd was anxious before talking to the jock,he hated parties,but since the latter was there he decided to give it a go.

After what seemed like forever walking up those long stairs,Taehyun finally found the door to the room,with the key in hand,he unlocked the door and stepped inside, Beomgyu following shortly after before he locked it again,putting it in his pocket afterwards.

"So,Mr.Choi,do you know why I brought you here?"Taehyun asked as he slowly made his way to the other boy,stopping when he was centimeters apart from him.Gulping loudly from the small gap between them, Beomgyu adjusted his glasses "A-Am I in trouble?"he stuttered,yeah he was definitely going to bully himself for stuttering.

Taehyun grinned at his awkwardness, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling himself closer,almost closing the gap completely.The younger looked at Beomgyu with hunger in his eyes,like a predator ready to pounce its prey "Oh no Gyu~ It's not that~"the jock started,pressing his lips into a pout "It's much,much better than that~"he responded.

Beomgyu could feel his nervousness and his arousal start to build up,he didn't even realize he had his hands on the other by his hips "And could it possibly be?"he queried the other,bitting his lips as he waited for a response.Taehyu chuckled softly at him "Are you sober?"he asked the taller man,playing with his long hair "Yeah,why?"the nerd responded.

With an evil glint in his eyes,Taehyun pushes Beomgyu on the bed,his back hitting hard on the mattress,before quickly crawling on top of him,stopping his face was hovering the other's.The nerd's breath hitched when he was being stared down by the other "Good,I don't want you to forget anything"the younger uttered before softly kissing him.

Beomgyu gasped into the kiss.His hands traveled to the Taehyun's waist,holding his still.The nerd tried to follow the younger's experienced lips,only to give up and let him take the lead,opening up slightly when the jock's tongue asked for entrance,groaning lowly when he felt the warm and wet muscle touch every part of his mouth.

When Taehyun pulled away,a string of saliva formed but quickly broke,he had left Beomgyu breathless,his face became red quickly and was gasping for air,but that was just the beginning. "Here,let me help~"The jock uttered,removing the other's glasses before putting it on the nightstand "There we go,you look so pretty Gyu~"the jock praised the older, eliciting a low whimper from him.

Then he felt something poke his thigh,Taehyun smirked,putting his thigh between Beomgyu's legs and pressed against his erection.The nerd gasped from the sudden friction,clawing the other's waist "Taehyun~"he softly moaned "Already hard?I barely started~"the jock pouted.

"But that's ok,I'll give you a hand~"Taehyun uttered before lowering to Beomgyu's crotch level,hus eyes widening when he saw the size of the tent in his jeans.He brought his hand to it, barely grazing it,causing the nerd to whine and contract his body "So sensitive..."the man trailed of."Can I take it off?"Taehyun asked him, tugging the zipper of his pants,Beomgyu simply nodded in response.

With the consent granted,Taehyun unzipped his jeans and undid the button.Beomgyu arched his back so the other could easily slide his pants boxers off,making the older's cock spring out and hit his stomach,the nerd hissing at the cold air hitting it.And yes,it confirmed the jock's suspicions "Oh my Beomgyu~ You've been hiding this monster all this time?~"he teased the older,the other whimpering from the comment.

Taehyun kept eye contact with Beomgyu as he started licking the tip like a kitten,the nerd moaning lowly from it.The older gripped the other's grip as the jock quickly tried to deep throat him,spilling out a series of soft whimpers and low groaning "T-Taehyunie~"was all he could utter as his body trembled from little stimulation.

He bobed his head,choking on Beomgyu's dick every time he tried to swallow it all,maybe he would be able to swallow it in a different way.Taehyun felt his own arousal growing,straining against his jeans, he couldn't decide if it was the nerd's sinful sounds or the excitement for what would come next that were affecting him.Either way,he could just cum from it,but he would edge himself for now.

"Taehyun I'm so close~"Beomgyu whimpered, throwing his head back on the pillow as he let out another moan.With that warning,Taehyun pulled his mouth from it,making a pop sound with his lips,which made the older whine in frustration."Don't worry baby~ I'll give you all the pleasure you want~"the jock said,climbing back to the bed and straddling the other's hips.A hand slid under the nerd's shirt "But first,we'll have to get rid of this~"the younger explained.

Without question,Beomgyu quickly pulled his shirt over his head and threw it somewhere, exposing his not so built chest.Taehyun drooled at the sight of the older's naked body before doing the same thing,getting rid of his tank top and discarding his pants and boxers, sitting on the nerd's lap with his whole body exposed.

Beomgyu could have orgasmed just from that,seeing Taehyun's toned abs,his thick and muscular thighs,god did he want to be choked by them.The jock didn't fail to notice the other's gaze,grinning at it "You can touch me if you want~"he told him.And that's what Choi did.

With a short lived burst of confidence,the nerd roamed his hands all over Taehyun's warm body,that includes squeezing his chest,drawing his finger on his abs and rubbing his hands on his thighs,all while kissing every inch of skin he could."Tae you're so handsome~"Beomgyu whispered against his skin,appreciating the body the jock worked so hard to get while playing soccer at college.

"You're pretty too"Taehyun responded flirtatiously,which made Beomgyu cheeks turn red "Stooop"he whined,burning his head on the crook of the other's neck.The jock chuckled at the boy's reaction,grabbing his face and pulling him for another kiss,this time sloppier and hotter.

Both moaned into the kiss,Beomgyu kind of got the hang of it but Taehyun was still the one taking the lead.It was short lived however,the jock pulled away as opened the drawer of the nightstand,exposing multiple condoms of different sizes and a bottle of lube.Yeah Yeonjun definitely exaggerated,but he didn't mind it at all.

Taehyun picked the bottle and a condom that might fit Beomgyu,opened the cap and squirted the cold lube on his fingers "You wanna watch it Gyu?~"the jock queried the other,who nodded quickly while giving his puppy eyes.The younger chuckled "You little pervert".

After shifting around before slowly inserting a digit inside him,letting out a shaky moan "F-Fuck-"Taehyun's voice trembled as he sunk his finger deeper inside,trying to get used to the feeling.Beomgyu whimpered at the sight and covered his eyes with his arms "Tae that's so dirty..."he whispered-shouted "Aw stop Gyu,don't pretend you're not enjoying this,you asked for it"the jock snapped back,suppressing a dirty sound as he inserted his middle finger,slowly scissoring himself.

Taehyun's head shot back as he let out a series of moans and whimpers as he explored his velvety walls,slowly stretching himself with his fingers,adding a third digit and continuing the scissoring.He pulled them out when he felt a knot in his stomach,grabbing a condom,ripping it off the package a sliding the rubber on Beomgyu's cock "Are you ready baby?~"the jock asked,pouring lube on the length.

"Just do it already~ I wanna be inside you~"Beomgyu begged,his cock twitching from the thought of it.And that's what Taehyun did,he picked up the throbbing length,gave it a few teasing strokes before positioning himself on top of it,the tip barely brushing his hole.Slowly,the jock sunk himself onto it,sucking his breath as he felt his walls being stretched again.

Beomgyu whimpered,holding the other's thigh to make him stable.Taehyun let out a broken sigh when he finally took all of it,feeling full just by sitting on his cock "Fuck you're so big Gyu~" the jock moaned when he started to grind against it.It didn't take long for the younger to start bouncing on his dick,hitting his prostate everytime "Oh- fuck- so good!~"the shorter moaned,feeling his stomach twist in pleasure.

The older groaned loudly every time Taehyun would clench around his member "Oh you fuck me so good!~"the younger moaned,picking up the pace and slamming himself on his cock...then he felt it getting soft inside him,which confused the jock.He looked down at Beomgyu,who was still covering his eyes.

"Beomgyu...you already came?"

[sputnikbeomie]

— Your lips, my lips (Apocalypse)

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A taegyu a/b/o zombie au

Summary:

Beomgyu and Taehyun were supposed to be looking forward to their new lives together as mates - finally and happily bonded with each other as official mates, having gotten their dream jobs and even saving up for their own place on the way.But if you told Beomgyu the week after they had finally mated, the supposed start of their futures together, a deadly and horrifying virus swept over South Korea - he wouldn't have believed it.  But now here he is, scared and frightened but still living with the hope that his mate is still out there somewhere and alive. Searching day by day as the months pass for his mate so they could be reunited again. But everyday is a gamble for survival, and he won't rest until he finds Taehyun again. Afterall, there's something very important he has to tell him - as if it wasn't worst possible timing enough in this new world of theirs.

Series

Part 6 of Taegyu in the feels

Tags:

✿ rated E

✿ taegyu fic

✿ Zombie Apocalypse x a/b/o au

✿ 11/13 chapters

✿ 84.4k words

✿ currently ongoing!! (nearly finished)

(Please read the rest of the tags in the ao3 description!!)

Ao3 - Your lips, my lips (Apocalypse)

- bonnie 🦋

[sourscherry]

‡𖠚੭ꪳ́ blood stained paper ˖۰੭ྀ ݈݇⎼

❝ Taehyun tries to find a book at the church's library, accidentally releasing a demon instead. ❞

‡𖠚੭ꪳ́ blood stained paper ˖۰੭ྀ ݈݇⎼ Chapter 2 - between the pages

❝ Kai, an angel who went down to earth on his own to try and help Taehyun, finds himself drawn to sin. ❞

‡𖠚੭ꪳ́ blood stained paper ˖۰੭ྀ ݈݇⎼ Chapter - the trick about falling

❝ Taehyun's emotions are a feast. They attract a demon more powerful than Beomgyu. ❞

[sugawhaaa]

"Oh~? You think you can handle both of us cutie?"

Pairing:: beomgyu/taehyun x fem!reader

Warnings::smut

Genre:: smut, oral {fem and Gyu recieve} slight over stimulation, thigh riding, blow job, lots of biting and licks

A/N::this is my first time writing a threesome and I can't believe I'm actually doing this 😭

You stood in front of the hotel you'd be staying at tonight and sighed to yourself. When did you Steep so low? A few days ago you decided to book a room at a love hotel and this particular hotel was sort of like a host club. You could request a certain amount of people to join you in um having pleasure per se. Since you were rather nervous and single you booked only one man by the name taegyu. Quite the unique name but you didn't bother reading much of the description on him so it was kind of a wait and see.

You walked in and signed yourself in before a man in a white suit and black tie approached you. He took your hand and placed a gentle kiss to it with his soft and puffy lips.

"I heard this is your first time here~?" He smiled and stood up straight again, your hand still in his. His long brown hair tied into a ponytail with a fair bit of stray hair hanging around his face. He had soft brown eyes looking at you with admiration when you realized you'd been staring at him and not answering him.

"O-Oh yes it is," you blush and follow him as he takes you to the elevator. He chuckles lightly as he presses floor 5. You feel a strange flutter in your stomach just standing near this man. "What may your name be?" You try to hide how flustered you are by relaxed small talk.

"I'm Choi beomgyu," he says with a little bow and you look at him confused. "And the other man joining us is named Kang Taehyun," he explains in hopes of clearing up your confusion but you only became more confused.

"W-Wait other man???" You say shocked while Beomgyu looked at you with a relaxed expression.

"Yes?" He said now confused by your confusion. "You were unaware that there'd be two boys entertaining you tonight~" he said as he gently pinned you to the wall and he seemed to suck all of the words out of you at the same time. You stuttered before taking a deep breath and trying to relax.

"I thought that I only booked one...person," you blushed and avoid his peering eyes scanning your body.

"I see...Well this love hotel your in is designed to be for people who want more than one person to pleasure them~" he smirked and looked at your lips before the elevator doors opened and he sighed. He took you into your room where you found another young man setting the sheets on the bed. "Hey Taehyun, this little dove was mistaken and thought this hotel only had two people per room~" he explained and you could feel your face heating up.

"Oh~? You think you can handle both of us cutie?" Taehyun teased as he bent down to look at you in the eyes. His blue hair dangles between his eyes as his big brown eyes watching how your body shivers beneath his eyes. "Oh my your so cute~" he smiled, his teeth shining through your pink cheeks. Beomgyu wrapped his arms around and set his chin on your head. The weight of his body gently leaning onto you. You felt your heart pounding and your eyes unable to focus.

"Let's get you on the bed hm?" Beomgyu spoke softly as he turned you to face him. You nodded and Taehyun pick you up allowing you to see through his tank top. He gently sat you on the bed and made sure you were as comfortable as possible.

"Have you ever had a threesome before?" He asked calmly as Beomgyu laid next to you. You shyly shook your head. "Oh this'll be interesting~" he said as he gently sat on top of you.

"Remember if anything hurts tell us~" beomgyu smiled softly before putting his arm around you and kissing your shoulder. You blushed and tried to hide your moans.

"Your so cute when your flustered~" taehyun cooed before sliding one hand up your shirt and the other around your neck and into your hair. All you could do was blush and turn away from their flirtatious comments. Little whimpers escaped your lips despite how much you tried to hide them.

"Give me some space Taehyun," Beomgyu said slightly annoyed.

"No. We just got started give me some time to at least touch her~" Taehyun smiled as he looked back at you. Gyu on the other hand gave him and unimpressed look. You just sat that melting under their touch and watching them argue. Beomgyu kept nibbling at your shoulder and neck while Taehyun kissed your lips with passion. He pulled away as your saliva connected your mouths, he bent down to place kisses higher on your neck on the opposite side of Gyu. It was almost like they were competing to see who could please you more. You then found Taehyun going closer to one of your most sensitive points.

You see your ears are extremely sensitive when people, kiss, lick, bite, or even touch them and despite how ashamed you are by it you told them about it. There was a little chart you filled out before hand about your kinks and fesitshes etc Taehyun must've payed careful attention to it considering he started gently licking the outside of your ear. The sound of his tongue gliding across your skin rang in your ear as you moaned loudly before covering your mouth again.

"I-I feel-it feels so good~" you stuttered out as your hands clung to Taehyuns body. Beomgyu didn't like all this attention you were giving his friend. He then moved down to your hips and pulled down the waistband of your skirt. "B-Beomgyu what are you~?" You blush before Taehyun puts his finger under your chin and makes you look at him.

"Don't worry about him~" he smiled cheekily. "Let's get this nasty clothing off you~" he said before pulling your shirt off you. He admired your body quickly before going to take off your bra.

"W-Wait I.." you blush but he continues to take it off anyway.

"It's okay baby~no need to be shy," he says as you cover your chest. His soft hands hold your wrists as he urges you to move your arms. "Your so beautiful let me see everything~" he whined and you blushed at the sound of his whimpering.

"Let me see too~I'm part of this too." Beomgyu huffed and you giggled at him before slowly moving your arms. "So pretty~" Beomgyu cooes before going to bite your breasts softly. You moan and whimper at the feeling of his tongue rolling circles on your skin as he bites you. He then pulls off his own shirt and gives you a moment to appreciate his toned skin. You place a hand to his abs and subconsciously bite your lip. Jealous of the attention your giving Beomgyu Taehyun bites your shoulders as his hands trace your waist and down to your hips before reaching your skirt.

He unzippers it and you jump lightly. "T-Taehyun~" you moaned as he slides it off your legs and Beomgyu continues biting, kissing, and licking your skin.

"Shh~relax baby~" Taehyun hushes you as his hands pull down your undies and you blush uncontrollable and shut your eyes. The two boys start fonding over you before Taehyun moves his head down. The boys hair grazing over your thighs as you jolt in shock at his breath present on your cunt. He presses his tongue along your clit and you already start seeing stars. You moan as he starts circling around your sensitive bud and Beomgyu takes this as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

His hand on your jaw making you face him while Taehyun was on your lower body giving you oral. You were so overwhelmed by all the sensations spiking through your body but you wouldn't dare tell them to stop for even a moment. Beomgyu smirked as he bit your bottom lip. You start to reflexively close your legs from the intense pleasure but he just held up a hand to your thigh to stop you and all you could do was moan continuesly.

"Your being so good, Y/N~" Beomgyu said as he glided his hands along your cheek. You felt a knot building in your lower stomach and your body tensing up.

"I-I," was all you could stammer out before Beomgyu made you look at him again.

"What is it darling~?" Beomgyu cooed. You then felt Taehyun start sucking on your sensitive skin and you grabbed Beomgyu's hair and pulled him close. You moaned loudly before cumming. Little whimpers escaped your lips as Taehyun eased you through your high. You took deep breaths before Beomgyu kissed you again. "Your so pretty~" he smirked as his warm hands traced your body. "I wonder if these greedy Taehyun will give me a turn to taste you~" he said as he watched the blush on your cheeks grow. "What do you say? Want to give me a turn princess~?" He leaned in centimeter away from your face.

"I-uhm..." you got too flustered to answer. This altered Taehyun. He picked his head up and started whispering in your ear.

"Or would you like round two with me?" He whispered seductively. You were flustered between the two and couldn't decide.

"Hey!Hey! Give her a minute to at least think about me!" Beomgyu whined and Taehyun shook his head. As they butted heads you thought to yourself.

"M-maybe Beomgyu can have a turn? With me..." you blushed and hid your face.

"Don't hide that pretty face darling~" Taehyun spoke softly as he moved your arm. Beomgyu was excited to give you some attention but currently you were distracted by the blue haired boy. He kissed you softly before Beomgyu slid one of his fingers into you causing you to jump and moan. You grabbed Taehyun's hair to keep you steady as Beomgyu slowly moved his fingers around you. He searched for the perfect spot to abuse. He curled his fingers and you screamed his name.

"Beomgyu! F-Fuck~" you whimpered as he kept swerving his fingers in the same spot. "Please don't stop~" you moaned before Taehyun started leaving hickies on your neck and shoulders. You felt your walls hugging Beomgyus fingers as he made your body melt and tingle. "I'm so hot~why am I-I so hot~?" You whine in pleasure and confusion.

"It's normal baby~just relax" Taehyun whispers as he plays with your hair gently. You moan as Beomgyu inserts a second finger and starts thrusting into your sweet spot.

"Oh my God-ah Beomgyu I..." you stuttered as your jaw seemingly locks open. Your head swings back and Taehyun takes this as his chance to nip your neck. You cum again over Beomgyu's hands.

"Oh~good girl~" he praises before putting his fingers into his mouth. "Ah~so delicious," he cooes before licking up some reminisce on your thighs.

"Hey I want some!" Taehyun whines.

"You literally gave her oral for like 10 minutes." Beomgyu rolls his eyes.

"But I want more~" Taehyun whines more as you lay there blushing.

"Taehyun?" You speak softly as you pull on his shirt gently.

"Yes my angel?" He says as he crawls closer to you.

"Can I...ride your thigh?" You blush and Taehyun gets excited.

"Of course~" he smiles and pulls you closer to him. You then adjust yourselves to a comfortable position. You sat on Taehyuns thigh with Beomgyu guiding your hips and biting your skin. "Your so pretty when you rub against me~" Taehyun teases as he pets your hair. Beomgyu pushes your hips down hard and fast against Taehyuns clothed pants. You feel your legs start shaking from pleasure and a feeling like anticipation building in your stomach.

"Oh my-fuck I think I-" you stammer and Beomgyu starts moving you faster and Taehyun tenses the muscles in his thigh making you cum hard. Your arousal coating Taehyuns pants and dripping down the sides of his thigh. You flop onto Taehyuns chest as you pant. "That felt so damn good," you chuckle as Beomgyu sits to the side watching you give Taehyun all the attention.

"I'm so glad baby~" Taehyun says as he pets your hair. Beomgyu then suddenly takes off his shirt. His toned body now displayed for your eyes. He started undoing his pants when he noticed your bright eyes staring at him.

"Need something?" He chuckles. You blush and look away.

"Maybe..." you look down at his buldge and feel the butterflies in your stomach panic. Taehyun holds your bare waist as you debate on telling Beomgyu what you really want. "Can I..." you begin but realize how weird you sound.

"What is it little dove?" Beomgyu smirks.

"Can I give you...head?" You blush and Beomgyu gets excited.

"Of course. Get down her pretty girl~" he smirks as he watches you get on your knees beneath him. While your getting on the floor Taehyun removes his pants and shirt leaving him in his underwear. Taehyun sits behind you wrapping his arms around your waist and leaving kisses on your back. You feel blush coat your face as you unzip Beomgyus pants. You take off his underwear and catch yourself staring for a moment. "Like what you see?" Beomgyu chuckles and you blush and look away.

"Oh please she was looking at how small it is," Taehyun sighs and Beomgyu gets irritated.

"I can assure you that my dick is at least a normal size!" He shouts back and you giggled lightly at their banter. Before you gently slide your lips around him causing him to jump lightly and let out a soft moan. It wasn't long before I started moving faster up and down his length and he was already loosing the strength to stand. "Y-Y/N your so good~" He praised as his hands traveled to your hair lightly tugging it. "I feel like I'm gonna cum baby~" he whimpered out as Taehyun licked your upper back.

You worked harder and found hot liquid pouring down your throat. You swallowed it harshly and took him out of your mouth. You panted as cum dripped from your lips. You were sure that you looked like a mess right now. You were sweating hot, cum coated lips, out of breath, messy hair and you were so tired somehow. You sat there panting on the floor for a moment and Beomgyu bent down to you.

"Are you done princess?" He said as he caressed your cheek. You nodded slowly before apologizing.

"No, no, don't apologize dear you did so good~" Taehyun praised as he gave you a warm hug. Both of the boys pampered you before setting you on the bed and snuggling into the sheets with you. There they praised you some more and played with your hair. "She's so cute when she's tired~" taehyun smiles as he looks up at Beomgyu.

Beomgyu nods "will you join us again sometime Y/N~"

You don't even have to think before you nod your head and the boys chuckle.

"Alright~now get some sleep," Taehyun says as he tucks some stray hairs out of your face. Beomgyu then hums a tune making you drift off to sleep for the night~☆

[agustdiv1ne]

i’m sorry but you can’t tell me gyu doesn’t like playing with nipples / boobs or when his are being played with 😵‍💫 taehyun is so unbothered it gets me every time 😭

THE VID I'M CRYINGGGG (sfw link btw) (and mdni!!)

and u are so right omfg!!! i feel like gyu would mindlessly play with your boobs when you're just sitting around, his hand slipping under your shirt to grope the flesh as some sort of stress relief,, bonus points if you're not wearing a bra bc that gives him full access to tease your nipples, pinching and brushing over them until they're pebbled and sensitive 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 he'll get you so wet and squirmy but won't do anything til you you're begging him to fuck you and relieve the ache between your thighs <3

gyu would also like his own nipples played with, especially when you're on top,,,, my god. it gets him all whiny n sniffly, and he's halfway gone already from your tight heat wrapped around his cock and your fingers pinching his cute lil nipples til they're red and puffy. he tries so hard not to buck into you bc you're the one in charge tonight, but after one well timed brush of your thumb against the pebbled flesh, he's spilling into you with a pathetic whine, nearly in tears bc everything feels so good yet too much at the same time >///<

ALSO TAEHYUN?? 2 for 1 special bc i'm having depraved thoughts abt him too </3 something about him being so unbothered is unbelievably hot omg,, like you try to tease him by playing with his tits while he's on his phone or smth and he's j sitting there unphased, but don't worry, he'll come back and tease you tenfold,,, until you're whining for his fingers and his cock...and damn, he still won't give in 😭 orders you to lay on your stomach over his lap for your punishment bc "maybe if you weren't such an impatient little slut you'd be getting fucked right now. guess daddy'll just have to teach you a lesson, hm?"

[coffeel0l]

Tease (Taegyu drabble)

For my taegyu lovers out there</3

!Warnings! Suggestive, established poly!relationship, nipple play, teasing (beomgyu), gn!reader

I think that’s all! Lmk if I missed any</3

Enjoy!<3<3

!MDNI BELOW!

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Weverse lives seemed to be your boyfriend’s favorite thing to do with his bandmasters , you being the supportive partner tried your best to watch them all

In this particular live as you were immersed into watching you noticed your boyfriend started to get touchy like really touchy with Taehyun whom is also your boyfriend, yes you had two boyfriends who happened to be in the same group together

You started off dating Taehyun but then beomgyu joined your relationship kind of out of nowhere but it worked between the three of you, you made the best of things.

But now back onto beomgyu, you noticed him started to touch Taehyun’s chest discretely but not so secretly , it started off with simple touches then slowly progressed to him straight up moving his fingers to stroke taehyun’s chest

You watched from your phone as beomgyu was teasing your other boyfriend’s chest by running his hands back and forth on his chest, gently squeezing his nipples while doing so.

Taehyun being taehyun stretched his arms out to pause beomgyu’s teasing which worked until he stopped stretching which beomgyu just straight up went back to stroking taehyun’s chest, and by chest I mean he was full on rubbing his fingers and hands against taehyun’s pecks and nipples while on LIVE mind you where hundreds of thousands fans could see

Soon the other members noticed and watched the pair which brought even more attention, after some hard stares beomgyu stopped and so innocently snuggled his head on top of Taehyun’s as if he didn’t doing anything wrong

You sat there watching your phones screen losing your patience as beomgyu kept smirking his stupid face at the camera knowing you had been watching the whole time without doing anything to stop him.

He’s definitely coming back home for a surprise later tonight.

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Please do not steal or repost my work to any other social media platforms, as I work very hard on each one Thank you💗

Saw a vlive from blue hour era and immediately had to write about it because it was TOO good to pass up on 😭

Anyways hope u enjoyed this little drabble!!! Leave a note if you enjoyed, I will very much appreciate it 💗

Might do a pt.2 for continuation of this, but idk lmk what y’all think!

Vlive is from 20201001, you can find it on YouTube At 36:05 is when this drabble idea came from btw!!!🫶🏼

Now goodnight🫶🏼

[ktaehyunie]

20Cm

Summary:

Professional baseball player Kang Taehyun has achieved success and fame in his career, but deep down, he feels an emptiness that can only be filled by the one person who truly understood and supported him-his ex-boyfriend Choi Beomgyu. Driven by a mix of nostalgia and a desire for closure, Taehyun seeks out Beomgyu to reconcile their differences.

As they reconnect, the past comes rushing back, bringing both cherished memories and unresolved conflicts to the surface. Taehyun and Beomgyu find themselves caught in a web of emotions, grappling with the choices they made and the consequences that followed. Old wounds reopen, and they are confronted with the painful reality that time has changed them both. Through their journey of reminiscence and self-reflection, Taehyun and Beomgyu confront the realities of their present lives and discover whether their shared history can pave the way for a future together, or if it is best left in the past.

Pairings:

Choi Beomgyu X Kang Taehyun (Taegyu)

Features:

- Angst

- Smut

- Fluff

- Flashbacks

- Timelines

Warnings:

- Strong Language

- Graphic Violence

- Bullying

- Use of Alcohol

- Sexual Content

- Mentions of Self-Harm

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[dadddybangtan]

Suck Torture | Interlude: Taehyun

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cw: mentions of d3@th threats

word count: 2.1k

a.n… this chapter kicks off the next act of the story. if you thought the first half was complicated, it only gets more complicated from here. a slue of new tags will be added that i didn’t intend when i first started writing this three months ago. but i couldn’t be happier with where this story is going. please enjoy <3

Taehyun heard the lock on the door creek open at about two a.m. Beomgyu was home from his meeting with Hyunjin. He sprung out of bed to greet him, but he was met with an expressionless, emotionless human. On contact, he started to worry.

"How did it go?" Taehyun asked softly, careful not to provoke any negative reactions.

"Fine. He wants me to present a proposal with him or whatever."

His head hung low in his chest. Something was bothering him, something else. Taehyun knew that.

"Nothing tried to hurt you on the way back, right?"

"No." Said Beomgyu.

But he's lied about that before. There was nothing stopping him from lying about it again.

He silently made his way to Taehyun's room and he followed. He wasn't used to seeing Kai's bed so empty. Even so, Beomgyu didn't take advantage of that. He sat on Taehyun's bed.

"It was a vampire-demon hybrid that killed Kai," He started, "What's worse is that he didn't even remember it. It was instinctual."

"How is that worse?"

"Because I can't be mad at him. I just feel bad. The kid broke down crying and apologizing. For something he doesn't even remember doing."

"I see." Taehyun tried to understand.

"I feel worse for Hyunjin. He's stuck having to fix it all."

Beomgyu looked up at Kai's lone bed. He looked at the plushies that encompassed most of it.

"Why did it have to be him," He cried, "He was innocent. He was so fucking innocent."

That last word was muffled in Taehyun's chest. He cradled the floppy haired man. He questioned how Beomgyu, someone who's only known Kai for a few weeks, could feel so deeply about his passing. That was the thing about Kai, if they knew him, they loved him. His innocence and purity was so rare that people remembered him.

Taehyun also noted how empathetic Beomgyu was. How his anger dissolved after seeing the other side. How he pitied the monsters who killed their friend. His brain was wired in a way that thinks about everything. It seemed exhausting even from the outside looking in.

"Do you wanna sleep with me again tonight?"

Beomgyu shook his head, still buried in Taehyun. He didn't believe him until he said, "I don't wanna wake up and see his empty bed."

"It's empty, Beomgyu. That's how it is now." Taehyun was blunt because he knew sugar coating would only make Beomgyu feel worse.

"How are you so cool about this?" Beomgyu asked as he lifted his head up and wiped his tears.

"Because I have to be. Even though it hurts like hell, I can't let it show."

But Taehyun knew he could let that show if he wanted to. Yeonjun and Soobin weren't going to judge him for showing a little bit of weakness. Beomgyu wouldn't dare to either. He couldn't trust himself to be strong enough to show weakness.

Beomgyu slid into the sheets, moving closest to the wall so Taehyun wouldn't have to crawl over him to get to his workout. Taehyun reached over and pet his head.

"One day you'll get tired of being cool."

"I won't." He told himself more than Beomgyu.

"You will, and I'll be here for you when you do," He said, "I'll hold you and pet you. I'll be right here."

Taehyun huffed under his breath in disbelief. He saw himself as strong and cold. He took life as it came. Beomgyu didn't know him long enough to make an inference like that.

"Taehyun, do you think Kai would forgive someone who didn't mean to kill him?"

He huffed at that too. Until he looked at the little black eyes in the plushies on Kai's bed. Those eyes looked soulless to him but they meant everything to Kai. Then his heart started to ache. And the tears started to fall.

"He would." Taehyun whispered, letting out a shaky breath and falling into Beomgyu's chest.

As Beomgyu said, he was there. He held him safely in his arms as he sobbed. He kept him steady as his cries hiccuped throughout his small body. The tears soaked through his shirt, but he didn't care. He was there for him like he promised.

The next morning, as usual, Taehyun was up early for his workout. He ran down the stairwell of the apartment building as a warmup and down the street to the local gym. He had his earbuds in, blasting his fifteen-hour playlist on shuffle.

Going in to the gym, he went straight to the treadmill. He started off with a walk that gradually grew into a jog. He paced himself well and breathed accordingly.

He felt a presence on the treadmill next to him and glanced over a bit without breaking his focus too much. He faintly heard a few words spoken outside of his music, so he took out the earbud closest to the other.

"Oh sweet, I didn't know you gym here, bro. We could've been gym buddies."

When he looked over again, he saw who it was. Chan was his classmate last semester in music theory. In school, he dressed modestly, but at the gym he showed off a lot more skin. It made Taehyun question why he was grinding at the gym to begin with. He's ripped.

"I guess." He muttered, beginning to put his earbud back in.

"Hey, you like parties?"

"Sure?" He wasn't in the mood to talk.

"I'm throwing a new year's party, you should come, bring a friend."

"What about curfew?"

"Eh, that's only for public places. Can't put a curfew on my house, bro."

Just then, Taehyun noticed the speed on Chan's treadmill. He was pushing twenty miles an hour, about twelve more miles than Taehyun. He was insanely fast while still being able to hold a casual conversation. He wasn't even breaking a sweat. Can a treadmill even run that fast?

"Right. Well," Taehyun panted, "Just text me the address or whatever."

Completely unfocused, he stopped the machine and hopped off. Suddenly, he didn't feel like finishing his workout.

Instead he went for a walk, earbuds in and strolling along the city streets. Until he spotted a familiar silhouette across the street. He was the only one wearing all black, so it could be one person; Hyunjin.

He watched him slip into the library that Beomgyu worked at. He quickly jogged across the mildly empty street and followed him in discreetly, pulling the collar of his jacket over his mouth and keeping his head low. He watched Hyunjin from the corner of his eye.

He watched his careful and curated walk as he strutted the same aisle he and Beomgyu scaled the night before. It seemed like he was trying to find the empty space in which the book they grabbed was. Then Hyunjin's pale hand reached into his jacket and pulled out the small book. He snuck it back into the slot without any bookkeepers noticing.

The only one who noticed was Taehyun. That's probably why Hyunjin looked over his shoulder and made direct, daring eye contact with him. Taehyun shivered. The vampire slowly made his way to the man and Taehyun removed an earbud in case he decided to speak.

"Can we talk?"

He only nodded.

Hyunjin gestured toward the door and Taehyun walked after him.

"I'm sure you're wondering what I want. Or why I'd want to talk to you," Hyunjin clearly read his mind, "Especially after I shut you out last night."

"Yeah..."

"Firstly, I want to apologize. There's a lot going on with my family right now and we're trying to minimize the amount of people who know our situation. I was cold to you in favor of Beomgyu and I'm sorry." His voice was calm and mature. It was obvious that he was centuries older than Taehyun and his friends.

"It's okay, I get it."

"Secondly, I wanted to ask if Beomgyu was okay. I was too wrapped up in all this drama that I forgot to make sure Beomgyu got home safely so late at night."

"He's fine."

"Thirdly, are you okay," He asked sincerely, "Surely things have been hard since the loss of your friend."

Don't you mean the murder that happened to be strictly instinctual?

"So you're aware that it was instinctual as I am aware that it was a murder," He answered in a full mumble, "Excuse me for trying to censor those trigger words in public. I'm not exactly safe to be out right now."

"Look, I accept your apology and thanks for checking on Beomgyu but I don't see why you'd need to ask how I'm doing. We aren't friends and we aren't going to be."

"Beomgyu trusts you and you care a lot about him, right," Taehyun nodded, "Then you should know that a vampire is planning to kill him."

"What?" His heart sank.

"He's obsessive, jealous... He's just trying to make certain that I'll never see him again," He said, "I'll do my best to prevent it, but you see him more than I do."

Taehyun took in a sharp breath. He couldn't believe what was being said to him. First it was Kai, then Beomgyu was being threatened too. There was nothing he could do to save Kai. He was afraid that there was nothing he could do to save Beomgyu either.

"I- I can't fight a vampire. I'm only a man," Taehyun panicked, "Why can't you just kill him first."

Hyunjin sighed, cocking an eyebrow at the seemingly simple solution.

"That would only complicate things."

"So we have no choice but to sit and wait for him to pounce? I'm not doing that."

"Fine. I'll try to spend as much time with him as I can. That way I can keep my eye on him and away from Beomgyu. You do the same, make sure he doesn't go anywhere alone."

Hyunjin opened the door to a breakfast shop they were passing. He silently told Taehyun to come in as well. He glanced over the menu aimlessly.

"What does Beomgyu like?"

"Oh, um, a breakfast sandwich would be good for him. Proteins, carbs."

Hyunjin approached the counter.

"One breakfast sandwich, please," He said before looking over at Taehyun, "And a breakfast burrito, extra meat."

"Is that all?" The cashier asked, leading Hyunjin to nod.

He swiped his card effortlessly, But Taehyun was still in shock. He looked up at Hyunjin's lifelessly pale face, imagined how cold his skin was. And he questioned how someone so cold could have such a warm heart.

He cared about Beomgyu, maybe even a little more than Taehyun. He cared for his family, protecting their privacy. And, surprisingly, he cared for Taehyun.

People cared about Taehyun like his roommates, Soobin, Yeonjun, Kai, and Beomgyu. But with Taehyun's persona being so isolated and withdrawn, it was hard for them to show it. There was a wall that made it even harder for him to feel it.

There was something in the way Hyunjin so easily penetrated through that wall without breaking the person behind it. Sure, it was with the help of his vampiric powers, but Taehyun didn't care. Hyunjin saw him in a way that no one else could.

Before they knew it, their order was ready. Hyunjin retrieved it and handed it off to Taehyun.

"Take this home to him, okay? Make sure he eats well."

"Thank you."

Hyunjin gave him a gentle smile before bidding him goodbye and leaving the shop. Taehyun wanted to say more, but he couldn't. There were no words left.

He was happy to see Beomgyu sleeping in comfortably in his bed. He didn't care that he pitched in a good amount of money for that pull out couch in the living room, Beomgyu looked better there.

"Beomgyu," Taehyun said softly, sitting on the bed, "Wake up."

"Hm?" He hummed as he slowly opened his groggy eyes.

"Got you breakfast."

A kind, full smile graced his face, filling Taehyun's stomach with butterflies.

"You didn't have to do that. There's stuff here."

"I know," Taehyun chuckled, "I got something too, so it's okay. We can eat together."

He sat up in bed to match Taehyun. Once he was stable, Taehyun pulled him in for a hug. He nuzzled his nose in his bed head, taking in the comforting woody scent. He held him so tightly, almost trembling.

He wondered what he would say if he knew Hyunjin bought that breakfast for him. Taehyun was completely unaware of Hyunjin's presence in Beomgyu's life. All he knew was that they're close enough to make another jealous.

However, Taehyun wasn't jealous. He only saw the ways that Beomgyu and Hyunjin were more compatible. They were both empathetic and expressive, a lot more than him.

"Thank you, Tae."

But he should be thanking Hyunjin, not me.

And with that, Taehyun became afraid of two things: losing Beomgyu to an early, painful death and losing Beomgyu to Hyunjin.

[sunoofairyofsass]

So my Nerd Beomgyu and Jock Taehyun fic is taking longer than expected-

Do y'all want a snippet?

[sputnikbeomie]

— I knew I was in love with you (when we sat in silence)

🗡💎♠️

A taegyu secret agents! au

Summary:

“A penny for your thoughts?” A velvety voice that matched his suit sidled out from beside him.

Taehyun glanced over to his right, smiling as he saw the way Beomgyu was so nonchalantly leaning against the table like Taehyun had been just mere moments ago, his own flute in hand.

Taehyun hummed; “Nothing but nonsense.”

Beomgyu looked at him with a slight frown, his chestnut hair glinting off of the light from the chandeliers. “Nothing’s ever nonsense when it’s going through your brain, Taehyun-ah,” he took a sip of his glass.

Taehyun looked away, watching the way Beomgyu’s Adam apple bobbed up and down.

“Perhaps.”

Or -

Taehyun has some secrets he's been keeping from one person in particular, which is making his job harder and harder day by day.

But what happens when they all suddenly get thrown into a series of missions that were the highest class and most dangerous yet?

And what happens when Taehyun feels himself breaking even more in order to tell Beomgyu how he truly feels...?

txt secret agents au!

Series

Part 3 of Taegyu in the feels

Tags:

✿ taegyu fic

✿ rated M

✿ hurt/comfort, action, crime & criminals

✿ secret agents! au

✿ 25.7k words

✿ 2/2 chapters

Ao3 - I knew I was in love with you (when we sat in silence)

- bonnie 🐼

[sourscherry]

‡𖠚੭ꪳ́ on your skin ˖۰੭ྀ ݈݇

❝ Beomgyu has a pretty neck and Taehyun is all for it. ❞

[sugawhaaa]

Taehyun x reader

Teasing Terry till he can't take it

💋WARNINGS:: smut, ns/fw audio link

💋PAIRING:: sub!Taehyun x dom!fem!reader

💋GENRE::smut, edging, tiniest bit of crying, drooling, cream pie, edging, begging, sex toys, fleshlight, unprotected sex, edging, your ride taehyun, did I mention edging???

A/N:: I stumbled upon this audio one day and I was like oh yeah this is so Taehyun and then weeks later I'm finally posting this also I promise I'm still active I'm literally working on 10 different fanfics right now which I will be posting teasers for very soon

It's no joke how much Taehyun loves to tease you during sex. Edging you, holding your hands, Tying you up, he does lots of things just to make you feel all the more better but you were getting tired of it recently. Not him teasing you, no, no that turned you on and made your orgasm much more relieving. It was the fact that you never got a turn to tease him, until today that is.

It had already been 20 minutes since you first gave him a handjob but he still hasn't came. Not a single drop. That's because you simply refused to let him. You started with a handjob, to a blow job, and now you're using a flesh light. Still not letting him cum, he was just very um…wet per say. Despite how much he begged you refused to actually let him cum. "Please," he whimpered out with a dry throat as you moved the flesh light faster. Every moan that came out of him was more broken than the last. You then took another look down to the sight below you. Taehyun's eyes barely peaked open as his red hair tangled in the pillow he was buried into. His moans and lewd sounds echoed throughout the room louder and louder each time as his body melted beneath you. You then noticed his back arching towards you and his eyes squinting, moans harsher and more broken. Taehyun then started cursing before you removed the toy off his dick entirely and his entire body stopped. The only thing that moved was his chest, taking deep breaths.

"Please oh my god," he said as he grabbed your thighs that stood at both sides of his hips. His black nails digging into your skin as he begged you to "fuck me, please, I just want you~" he said before you slipped the flesh light back around his length very fast. All the textures hitting every inch of his sensitive skin. "I want your-ah~! " he said with cracks in his voice.

"Just wait baby," you said calmly whilst he was anything but calm. Swaying his body around like a toddler having a fit. You then started pressing the handle down harder and slower. He moaned loudly in your ear each time you pounded into him. At this point drool was dripping down the corners of his mouth and his eyes were shut tight as his hands nearly drew blood from your thighs. His moans then became silent as his mouth hung open, his body bouncing as you gripped the handle harshly.

Taehyun started pleading for more and more as you watched the sight below you.

"Please baby, I'll do anything, anything~" he whined. "Just let me cum please," he mumbled out before you stopped once again and he cursed loudly. "Fuck! Fuck, please don't stop, keep going, keep going~" he whined as he rubbed your thighs. As he rolled on the bed begging for more you got off of him. "No, no! Babe please! I need to cum, please," Taehyun said as he grabbed your shirt.

"One second Taehyun dear, I'm just putting this on the nightstand," you said as you held up the flesh light. He nodded and laid back down on the bed waiting for you. You set the toy down before sitting back on his thighs. He watched you with squinted eyes as he swallowed harshly. You then sighed and stood up again before explaining you were taking your clothes off so he wouldn't panic again. You sat back on him again as he whined quietly. You then raised your body up and back down on his cock. He let out the loudest, deepest, and longest moan you've ever heard in your life. He then grabbed your hips and croaked.

"Move, please~" and you did as he said. You grinded down on his length and his body instantly arched up. A long raspy moan came from him and you took another moment to appreciate how beautiful he looks right now. Saliva dripping for his lips, his eyes scanning your body before shutting tight again, his body rolling to feel more relief. You smirked as you kept your hips moving at a rather slow pace. He whined softly as his lips quivered. You extended a hand out to his cheek and rubbed it softly.

"You're so cute~" you teased and all Taehyun could do was moan and push his own hips up.

"Please, please," he moaned as his eyes got watery. Who knew he was so sensitive to your touch? "Please, please," he kept whining and midway through one of his pleads you decided to pick your body up and set it all back down on his dick. "Please-ah! Oh my-fuck, I ah~" he couldn't even build a sentence as you bounced on him. He sat there helplessly beneath you only able to sit pretty and moan. "P-please faster~" he begged but you only kept the same slow pace.

You could see him growing impatient as his legs started jerking. After he pleaded one more time in his hoarse and dried voice you went faster. The sound of his arousal sticking to your walls made you feel like cumming yourself. You then went even faster and harder making Taehyun jump "Oh my God-ah! Please more, more, don't stop~" he said as his saliva slid down the corner of his lips. You then came all over his abdomen and Taehyun's eyes watched as it dripped off the sides of his waist as you pounded onto him. The contact making your liquid splatter. You then noticed his body tense and his dick jerk inside you making it clear to you he was about to cum. You waited till he was just about to release when you removed him from you entirely.

"No, no! Please, I was so close~" he whined mercilessly. His voice cracked every word he spoke as he grabbed you harshly, his nails digging deep enough to leave marks. He kept begging but you refused to even move. "Please baby~" his voice cracked hard as he moaned. "Fuck me please~" his legs shook as he pulled you down. Then you sat back down on him. "Fuck!" He moaned loudly as he threw his head back.

"You're so cute~" you teased. "Say it my good boy~"

"S-say what?" He whined as you slowly rutted into his.

"You're a good boy," you smiled softly while his eyes watered and he swallowed hard.

"I'm a g-good boy," he blushed and shut his eyes.

"Say it without stuttering," you demanded. He took a deep breath and moaned.

"I'm a good boy," he said before moaning right after. You nodded and praised him before moving your hands to the base of his cock. "W-What are you doing?" He blushed as you picked up the pace as you rode him. You then started massaging his base and played with him. He once again tried to form a sentence but all he could do was grunt as you pressed down harder. He shook his head back and forth as he grabbed the sheets harshly. "Please don't stop this time, please let m-me cum~" he begged but you and him both knew you weren't gonna let him cum until he was at the VERY end of his rope. Once again you found him tensing every inch of his body, his back arching. You could tell he was gonna cum soon but if he told you he knew you'd stop instantly so he stayed quiet. Unfortunately for him, you took your hands away from his base and stopped moving.

"No! Stop teasing me~ it hurts not to cum~please!" He whined as once again you saw tears poking at his eyes and you just couldn't resist those watery eyes.

"Okay baby, I promise I'll let you cum this time okay?" You said seductively.

"Okay, okay, I'll be good, I promise~" he said in a broken voice and you started moving slowly again and surprisingly he stayed rather quiet. Moaning of course but he didn't speak much. Maybe he finally accepted the fact that he hardly could speak this entire time. That was until he was tipping over the edge again. "Please oh my fucking god~" his dirty mouth set free. You went faster again, you bounced on him watching as his body did the same due to your impact. Taehyun's hair was a mess and the pillow his head rested on was off centered and covered in spit.

Then you finally let him cum and he came a lot. The loudest moan known to your ears escaped his lips as his cum went everywhere. You have to admit you came a little just at the sight of him orgasming so hard. You then noticed tears rolling down his cheeks. You immediately got off him and snuggled up to him. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" You said as you wiped away his tears.

"I can't feel my legs," he laughed as he still gasped for air and you pulled him into a hug as you giggled.

"Does anything hurt? Do you need ice? I bit you a little hard a few times…" you said as you pet his hair.

"I'm fine~ other than being unable to feel my legs I'm perfectly fine!" He laughed as he strummed his fingers through your hair. "But I…I wasn't wearing anything…" he blushed and you looked up at him confused.

"What do you mean?" You sat up a little to look at him.

"I um…didn't wear protect…tion." He explained and your eyes went wide before relaxing again.

"I'm sure it'll be fine~" you shrugged and Taehyun giggled.

"That felt so good," he chuckled.

"I can tell, you came a lot," you said as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Sorry…" he blushed.

"Don't apologize. It was hot as fuck," you explained and Taehyun looked at you in shock.

"You found it, hot?" He seemed confused and you nodded before shutting your eyes and laying on his bare chest again. "Really?" He asked and you nodded again. "You're tired aren't you?" He chuckled.

"And you're not?" You laughed.

[koqabear]

Take It!

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Summary:

Choi Beomgyu was rich, spoiled, and couldn’t take no for an answer. Kang Taehyun, however, was the exact opposite. So, what’s one to do when both take an interest in you? It seems like you’ve become the new subject of their rivalry, and neither will accept a loss. 

chaebol!Beomgyu,chaebol!Taehyun! x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, angst(questionable), smut

word count: 22K

warnings: mc wears glasses, beomgyu is fucking mean, mc is shy/ easily flustered, constant teasing, and cockblocking, bg thinking with his dick half the time, mc is a coward, mentions food/alcohol

smut warnings: dub-con (in one scene), exhibitionism, fingering, bg is a perv, a ton of kissing, soft dom!tae, hard dom!gyu, sub!mc, threesome, oral, (f&m receiving) handjobs, raw sex, manhandling, multiple orgasms, degradation, praise, mouth fucking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, dumbification, creampie(s), sloppy seconds, overstimulation, marking, aftercare

(lemme know if I should add anything !) 

Notes: i don’t know why I’m doubting this fic so much— but the thought of rich taegyu literally plagued my mind.. this was originally supposed to be really short, then I found myself staying up late to write more scenes. Anyways, feedback is always appreciated, I hope you guys enjoy !! <3

In your campus, three mysteries swarmed the minds of those who attended. 

One— what was in the library’s closed off area that made it so heavily protected? Two— did the economics and the psychology professor really hook up due to one’s messy divorce? 

And lastly, what were Beomgyu’s true intentions with you? 

Beomgyu was a young chaebol who was currently studying in preparation to take over his father’s company one day; the said company being shared with his longtime best friend. While he may have insisted that he couldn’t care less about taking over for his father, but the fiery glint in his eyes that appeared at the mention of the other potential candidate said otherwise. 

He was young, attractive, born into wealth, and had his whole life planned ahead of him; he was the whole package. So, naturally, Beomgyu often found himself in the spotlight, whether that be because of new rumors that spread, or because of something outrageous he had done. 

Which is exactly why he wasn’t fazed when people started calling you Beomgyu’s new plaything. 

“Come over tonight,” Beomgyu said, voice monotone, bored even, as he wrote down notes from a website that you showed him earlier. 

You looked up, eyes wide as you looked around frantically, already spotting a few of Beomgyu’s fans gossiping amongst themselves, just a few tables away from where you sat. He watched you, eyes scanning as you flushed with embarrassment at his request, pushing back your glasses as you tried to hide the way his words clearly affected you.

It was so interesting, the strange arrangement you two had— granted, it was simply because of a project that you were stuck doing together, but it still managed to pique the interest of Beomgyu’s potential suitors once they realized that Beomgyu hadn’t simply divided the work in half and left you on your own. 

You were— well, you. So quiet and reserved that sometimes, some classes would forget that you were there at all. You kept to yourself yet were so sweet and went out of your way to help others— you had the reputation of an angel. 

And Beomgyu, he couldn’t be farther away from that image even if he tried. He was reckless, always found at parties with a new eye-candy hanging from his arm, despite the warnings and scoldings of his father to not ruin his reputation. He was ruthless and apathetic, never making any deep connections no matter how hard others tried, and he wasn’t exactly above paying others to get his way either. 

So, it couldn’t have been more shocking to others once they realized that Beomgyu was hanging around you more than usual— much to your dismay. 

Because as you would make your way to classes, there would be times when you would run into Beomgyu— and he would greet you. The unnecessary attention was driving you mad. You weren’t oblivious to the whispers that would follow your every interaction; he’s using her, they’re probably only doing this to get his fangirls off his back, they’re probably hooking up. 

Those particular rumors would never fail to make your heart stop with stress for a second. Hooking up? With Beomgyu? Never! You barely had time to yourself anymore, and any type of messy relationship like that would only get in the way of your studies. And the last thing you needed was to slip up, leaving you to say goodbye to the very scholarship that landed you a spot in the university in the first place.

You knew you were being a prude; mostly because your friends always told you. Wow, you seriously haven’t found anyone? When was the last time you got laid? They would tease you endlessly for your absolute lack of experience in anything, blaming your lack of game for the cause of not having any prior experiences of past relationships to lean back on.

“No, middle school relationships don’t count. You guys couldn’t even hold hands without breaking into a sweat— and we don’t talk about your first kiss,” Chaeyoung would say, her teasing absolutely ruthless even as you begged her to stop. Taehyung would only laugh along, acting as though the ten years of friendship under your belts meant nothing to him. 

“What? Why?” You said, voice brisk as you snapped out of your trailing thoughts, eyes lowering back to your laptop screen as you realized Beomgyu had been waiting for a response, eyes sharp and narrowed as he stared you down. 

“The project,” he drawled out, as though you weren’t capable of following along. Honestly, it’s more of a mystery to you as to why people think the two of you might be something; have they not seen the way he talks down to you?

Inhaling slowly, you close your eyes for a moment, biting at your lip to keep yourself from saying anything— you don’t want to start anything at the library, you already learned your lesson the last time you tried to snap back a witty remark. 

“I won’t have time to meet at all next week, so I want to get as much work over with now,” he explained, uncaring of the way his voice was a little too loud for a library. But you secretly appreciated it nevertheless, knowing that the table a few ways from yours was tuned into his every word. 

“You won’t? Why not?” You really couldn’t help the way you prodded into his life, but, as your friends always say, “the worst thing about you is that you never realize when you’re being nosy.” 

And, as expected, he gave you a sharp look, your curiosity withering as you realized you were probably overstepping some kind of line with him once more. Ducking your head behind the safety of your laptop screen, you clear your throat awkwardly, attempting to find something to write down in order to distract yourself from his eyes that were seemingly locked on you like a target. 

“Be there by five pm. Don’t keep me waiting, either.” He said, leaving you to gape at him as you looked up from your screen, only to see him standing, ready to leave as he spared you one last look.

“What— you can’t be serious—“ but no, he definitely was. At least, that’s what the look in his eyes said, shutting you up with ease as he turned around, leaving you without another word. 

Choi Beomgyu himself could count as your university's fourth mystery.

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“I can’t believe you. You’re weak!” Taehyung said, disbelief spread across his face as he watched you pick out an outfit, laying on top of the piles of clothes that you had rejected. “But also, send me pictures of his house.” 

Shaking your head, you threw aside the shirt you were debating, landing on Taehyung’s head and successfully cutting off his running imagination. 

“Shut up, you know how he is,” you say weakly, turning around and grabbing the top that Taehyung suggested, “He’s so… I don’t know… persuasive?” 

“Threatening,” he corrects, shaking his head at the outfit, rummaging through your closet as he looked for something else for you to wear, his voice muffled. “He has money, he has power, he can’t stand it when he doesn’t get his way.”

Turning around, he handed you his next choice, shoving it in your hands the moment you gave him a doubtful look. 

“He’s insufferable, that’s what he is,” urging you to put the outfit on, he sat at the edge of your bed, already eyeing your shoe rack for options, “I hate the way he commands you around just because— because—“

“Just because he could buy our whole existence,” you sigh, adjusting the skirt that Taehyung decided to dress you in. It was a very feminine outfit, and you could already feel the anxiety building up at the thought of Beomgyu or his family (hell, even his maids— if he had any… who were you kidding, of course he did.) seeing you in such an outfit. Honestly, you had probably read the text he sent you about a million times now, his address memorized by now (regrettably) and the possibilities of “dress appropriately” already giving you the first three breakdowns of the day.

Dress appropriately? What do you mean? You had messaged him, albeit only because Taehyung had been sick of hearing you freak out and had been the one to force you to message him that.

Context clues. Was the only thing that he had replied.

You could have sworn that Taehyung was about to go with you to personally tear him a new one. 

“I mean, true,” Taehyung said, frowning at your words, “But that doesn’t mean that he can still act like an entitled bitch.” Checking his phone for the time, he put the cute platform shoes that he had been eyeing the whole time in one hand, putting the jewelry and accessories that he had chosen in your other hand. 

“Rich people,” he said condescendingly, patting your shoulders in reassurance as he led you to the entrance of your shared apartment. 

“Rich people,” you agreed, slipping your shoes on before giving him a goodbye hug. “Clean my room for me?”

“Only if you tell me what cologne he uses.”

Scrunching up your face, you give him a judgemental look, only for him to shrug you off defensively.

“What? The guy knows his fragrances, alright?” He says, watching fondly as you laugh at his idiocy. “But I’ll also do it if you keep a lookout for any cute guys.”

Nodding, you slip on your jacket, opening the door, only to look back to him once more. “It’s a deal.”

Closing the door, you hear him yell one last “good luck!” The words sticking to you as you put down Beomgyu’s address into the GPS, only to gawk at the time it would take to get there. 

Luck would definitely be needed. 

☆♡☆

Aweing at the enormous gates before you, you realize that you could probably get away with asking for compensation on gas. 

Because holy shit, why would anyone need this much space? Or rooms? And is there such a thing as too many windows? Because as you walk to the entrance after being permitted to come inside, the valet (valet!!) taking your car for you, you can’t help but be floored at the fact that you could practically see into their whole house.

What is it with rich people and light fixtures, you wonder, unable to take your eyes off from the ceiling that’s decorated with what could possibly be the world’s most intricate chandelier, unaware of the fact that you’re literally staring into their home right now— but hey, not your fault. 

You wonder how their doorbell works. It was a bit of a ridiculous thought, but you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wonder on how a doorbell could possibly alert a house of this size of their guest. But thoughts such as those would be saved for another day, because as you continue to stare shamelessly into the entrance windows, you can see a figure coming down the stairs. 

Must be Beomgyu, you think, shifting side to side as you become self conscious about your outfit once more, the cool fall air nipping at your skin as you wonder what he might show up in. Finally tearing your eyes away from their windows, you find yourself regressing as your eyes find themselves glued to the floor, much too nervous to be able to accept any cold comments from him at the moment. 

“___? You’re here,” You watch the way the light from inside illuminates the rest of the porch, one of the double doors opening to reveal the owner of the voice. But as you look up, confused as to who it might be, you find yourself feeling more self conscious as the man before you stares at you questioningly. 

Kang Taehyun, you realize with horror, is dressed in comfortable sweatpants and a loose white shirt, his blonde hair messy and unstyled, while you stand at the doorway dressed to impress. You’ve heard of the fact that the two families practically raised the two boys side by side, but you hadn’t expected to actually see him, much less in such a casual outfit.

How casual was this supposed to be?

“I’m… just here to work on a project with Beomgyu,” you explain, eyes downcast as you try to hide your embarrassment. Were you overdressed? Did he think you were trying too hard? What if he got the wrong idea about you and Beomgyu?

“Ah, right,” He said quietly, running a hand through his hair, a moment passing as you shuffled awkwardly outside. Eyes widening in realization, he steps aside, gesturing for you to come inside frantically. 

“Come in, come in, you must be cold,” he says, ushering you inside before closing the door, locking out the cool wind that was picking up. Taking off your shoes, you accept the guest slippers he hands you gratefully— woah, are these brand new? “Can I get you anything? Something to drink, anything?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the difference in the behavior— Taehyun, you heard, wasn’t anything like your stereotypical, cruel and uncaring rich man— like Beomgyu. He always tried to keep a humble attitude, his kind and patient behavior just another reminder of their differences. 

“No, I’m alright, thank yo—“

“Taehyun, if you’re done flirting with my guest, I’d like to get some work done.” You didn’t even need a second to think of who that could be, his cold voice and colder presence almost bringing down the room temperature by a couple degrees. 

Turning to the huge stairway you had been observing from the outside, you couldn’t help but feel a slight relief as you watched Beomgyu come down in his usual, sleek attire, his cold eyes taking a moment to observe you. 

“Interesting,” he mutters, stopping at the bottom of the staircase, raising a brow questioningly as a moment passes by, watching your tense behavior with amusement. 

“Well? Are you coming?” You can’t help but flinch at the realization that you’ve been standing at the entrance awkwardly, and with one last smile sent to Taehyun, you follow him up the stairs, holding back a remark on how you couldn’t just prance around his home without his permission; unfortunately, you were his guest. 

You almost feel as though Beomgyu is trying to get you lost on purpose, because as you follow him around the endless hallways and corridors, you can’t help but feel like this house is more of a maze. Eventually, you’re led into a room, left in confusion as you take it in. 

“My study,” he says, as though having a personal study is a basic necessity. You look at him, and it’s almost as though he can hear your thoughts, taking one look at your face before he scoffs, amused almost, as he gestures for you to take a seat. 

“What, did you expect to be taken to my bedroom?” He asks, voice low and teasing as he watches you become flustered once more, your reactions much too entertaining for him as he watches you fumble for your laptop. Shaking your head, you remain silent as you open up your shared document, ready to continue your research. 

But you can’t help but shift uncomfortably as time passes, unable to get rid of the feeling of Beomgyu’s eyes on you from time to time. His stare is just so intense and obvious, and you can’t help but fret and wonder if he was staring at you in a good way or a bad way.

“___. Come here.” He says, eyes already on you as you startle, looking up at him to see what he wants. You hum, raising a brow expectantly as you wait for him to elaborate. But, as impatient as he is, he simply rolls his eyes, standing up abruptly as he rounds his desk over to you, planting his laptop beside yours as he shows you his screen.

“I found a good website that could help our research,” he says, towering over you as he scrolls slowly, showing you the contents of the page. Placing a hand on the back of your chair, you try to ignore the feeling of him completely encasing you. You also try to ignore the deep purr of his voice, his quiet words only making you feel more nervous— was this too intimate?

And damn, Taehyung was right— he smelled like heaven. 

“___.” You’re snapped out of your wandering thoughts as you look up at Beomgyu, heart beating roughly against your chest as you take in the way his bangs fall over his eyes, long hair tied up in a half up half down, his eyes narrowed and looking down at you in a way that only made you even more anxious. 

He leans down, and you can’t help but lean back against your chair, the feeling of his hand on your back only startling you further— being this close to Beomgyu was only making you short circuit. Averting your eyes, you tried to ignore how close his face was to yours, how, if you wanted to, you could probably lean in and connect your lips with his.

“You’re not listening,” he mumbles, watching as you continue to entertain him with the way you try to keep yourself together, shoulders curled up around you as you try to make yourself smaller, “Are you?” 

“I am…!” You breathe out, flustered at the way he’s looking at you; it’s mocking, condescending almost, but wow… you simply can’t help but be drawn to him. 

“You are?” He echoes, voice mockingly sweet as the hand that was pressed behind you slowly begins to move, traveling across your back, sending shivers down your body as it retracts over your shoulder, slowly making its way up until he’s got you in his hands, tilting your chin up softly, his face filled with amusement as you try to not die of embarrassment.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” he says, and damn, was it just you or was he getting closer? Or, were you getting closer? 

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were thinking about someone else,” he whispers, voice so soft that if you hadn’t been hooked onto his every word, you would have missed it. It was too much, his breath fanning against your face, the deep rise and fall of your bodies, the way that if he got any closer, you would finally be able to get a taste of him. 

You fall silent, unsure of what to do. What if he was messing with you? The thought occurred to you abruptly, body flushing with heat as you remembered the amount of times he would get a new girl just to dump her after he got his fill; and you refused to be next. 

But before you could pull away, a knock rang throughout the room, Beomgyu pulling away from you so smoothly that he seemed to be the only one unaffected, his cool composure drastically different from your own. 

You almost kissed Choi Beomgyu. 

That thought alone was enough to keep you silent, trying your best to keep it together as the door opened, revealing the one person Beomgyu wanted to see last. 

“Come down for dinner,” Taehyun said, voice so cold and uncaring, the contrast of when he had spoken to you making you perk up curiously. You look at him, seeing that he has now changed into something more proper, the tension between the two not left unnoticed by you. You glance at Beomgyu, shivering at the cold expression that had overtaken his features. Briefly, he glances at you, having felt your stare, and you can’t help but become embarrassed that you got caught.

“___. Stay for dinner, will you?” Your eyes widened at Beomgyu’s request, Taehyun’s expression matching yours as the two shifted their attention on you, watching as you tried to formulate a response. 

“I couldn’t, I wouldn’t want to intrude,” you say softly, looking down as the feeling of their gaze becomes way too much for you. Honestly, you’re surprised someone as sweet as Taehyun could pull this off; he had that cold chaebol stare locked down. 

“Nonsense,” Beomgyu says, and you try your best to not let your jaw drop at his words, “You’re our guest. Let us treat you as such.”

It was borderline scary to hear Beomgyu sound so hospitable, so you knew better to refuse his offer as your eyes met his again, his brow raising as he waited for your answer. 

“Oh… alright,” you mutter, trying to not flinch at the way he suddenly grabs your hand, pulling you up and linking his arm with yours, leading you to his doorway where Taehyun stands, taking one moment to look at his eyes before he scoffs, heading to the dining room on his own.

“Excellent. Let’s go.” You try to keep your gaze away from Beomgyu, taking this time to look around the endless hallways and rooms once more. Taehyun is a few steps ahead of you, allowing you to take in his tall and broad frame. You let out a soft sound of surprise as Beomgyu pulls you in closer, and you look up at him questioningly, only to see that his eyes have never strayed from the path ahead of him.

What was Beomgyu plotting?

☆♡☆

The dinner table was much too big. 

It was a long, rectangular table, and though there were more than enough chairs on each side, only seven of them were currently occupied, Beomgyu and Taehyun’s parents taking four on one end, with you sitting on the other, Beomgyu making you sit next to him, not accepting any excuse you might have prepared. Much to his dismay, Taehyun had sat down across from you two.

You expected the dinner to be tense and for Beomgyu’s parents to be irritated that someone who wasn’t of high status was currently in their home, but you were surprised to find yourself talking to the adults for half the time. You spoke of your major, of your family, and of your plans for the future. 

“So you aren’t with Beomgyu, honey?” Taehyun’s mother had asked, catching all three of you off guard as you smiled awkwardly, ignoring the looks that the two sons were throwing at their parents. 

“Mom, you can’t just ask that—“ Taehyun said, embarrassed at the straightforwardness of his mother. Shaking your head, you laughed, reassuring the man across from you. 

“It’s alright,” you reassured, looking back to the other end of the table as you met Mrs. Kang’s kind eyes— she clearly didn’t mean anything by it. “We’re not together, I just came to work on a project with him.”

She nodded, letting out a small “ah,” at your words, eyeing Beomgyu with a teasing glint as she continued. “It’s just, this is the first time I’ve seen him invite a girl to stay for dinner— usually they don’t stay for long.”

“Oh please, you’ll scare her off,” Beomgyu’s mother said, the two women laughing as they continued to poke fun at the situation, seemingly aware of Beomgyu’s reputation.

You could tell that she saw something you didn’t, because as Beomgyu cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as you looked at him curiously, you couldn’t help but notice the hesitation in his response. 

“That’s because there’s nothing going on. She’s a guest, nothing more.” He says, taking a drink of water to deflect your burning stare. 

“Hmm, alright. Honey, how was work today?” Mrs. Kang was quick to drop the subject, turning instead to the man seated next to her, the quiet man that had yet to say anything other than the greeting he said when he first saw you opening up immediately, turning to her as well as they shared the details of their day. 

Although the conversation was cut off suddenly, you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care as the two couples conversed and told the others about their day, talking and joking carelessly as if they were teenagers. It took a brief moment before you realized what they were actually doing— they were giving the three of you space to talk privately.

But you didn’t talk. You couldn’t find it in yourself to utter a single word as you felt the unspoken tension between the two men return. Beomgyu wouldn’t bother keeping up an interesting conversation with you, and you were highly doubtful that Taehyun was very talkative himself. 

So you remained silent instead, looking down at your plate with boredom as you began to think of things to tweak on your project instead. 

Just as you were about to share an idea with Beomgyu, you stopped mid bite as the feeling of Beomgyu’s hand brushing against the skin of your thighs, immediately looking at him, only to see him continue to eat, unaware of your burning stare. 

“___, where do you work?” You were caught off guard by Taehyun’s sudden question, forgetting about Beomgyu’s lingering touch as you finally allowed yourself to participate in a new conversation. 

“Ah, I work at Jin’s, the diner just a couple blocks from the campus,” you said, watching as his eyes lit up, the gracious demeanor that had greeted you at the entrance returning once more. 

“That makes sense! My friends and I go there all the time, I thought I recognized you from somewhere,” he says, before adding in, “that, and the fact that we also have a class together.” 

You nodded, sending him a smile as you asked, “yeah, how’s your project going so far?”

Listening to him go on about how useless his partner was, you laugh along to his story and can’t help but get enraptured by his charisma. He’s so easy to talk to, unlike the black hole of happiness that sat beside you, quiet as ever as he continued to eat. You surprised yourself with how easily you got along with Taehyun, before remembering that he hadn’t let his status and power go to his head, allowing him to be more approachable.

It was almost as Beomgyu wasn’t even there— almost. Because as Taehyun told you about his thoughts on the campus mysteries— apparently, there was more to the second mystery than you thought— you couldn’t help but pause as the fluttering touch on the hem of your skirt returned.

Heart pounding, you look beside you to find Beomgyu already staring back, his fingers toying with the hem of your skirt, his eyes dark and challenging as you quickly looked away, glancing back at the other end of the table in embarrassment— only to find them talking cheerfully, their conversation so closed off that you wondered if they forgot you were here as well. 

Looking back at Taehyun, you nod at his story, laughing along as you place a shaking hand over Beomgyu’s in a weak attempt to stop him, which only makes his touch on your skin more prominent as you press his hand down. 

You were practically shaking. What was wrong with you! His whole family— and Taehyun’s— was right here, yet… you were hesitating to pull his hand off of you. 

He raised a brow, looking at you curiously as he waited for your next move. Slowly, his fingertips traced lines along your skin, the slight pressure of his nails leaving you a flustered mess. 

You gulped— what was he thinking? There was no way he would go any further, right? Plus, as much as you hated to admit, his touch was slowly becoming more and more welcomed. Yet, just as you were about to gather the courage to pull his hand away, you knock your glass of water over, letting out a small gasp as the water spills over your lap. 

“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” You say, reaching for a napkin and immediately going to wipe down the table. Taehyun only reassures you, his kind smile and soft voice managing to calm you down, the embarrassment of your actions leaving you to frantically clean up your area. 

“Tsk. What a mess.” The used napkins are left beside you in a sulking pile, and you can’t help but tense at the reminder that the water had spilled all over your lap— the reminder being the way Beomgyu was currently helping you clean up.

Gulping, you watch tensely as he pats down your skirt, the napkin in his hands doing nothing to provide a barrier from the warmth of his skin as the paper absorbs the water. Your breathing is shaky as he slowly pats down your thighs, your skirt having ridden up and exposed more of your skin. Looking up, you glance at his parents as a reflex, only to see them already back to their conversation after having reassured you that it was nothing to worry about. 

The water had trickled down all over your skin and in between your thighs, but Beomgyu only ignored those parts as he went back to eating, eager to get the attention of the other pesky person off of him. Your eyes met with Taehyuns, a sheepish smile on your face as you took in the way he stared at you, lips parted slightly before you apologized once more, snapping out of his thoughts as he reassured you once more. 

“Seriously, it’s no big deal,” he said, a kind smile on his face as the two of you resumed your conversation. You tried to ignore the remaining moisture on your thighs, knowing that it would be extremely awkward to go ahead and wipe in between your legs in front of them, left to shift uncomfortably in your seat as your thighs rubbed together. 

But as the maids bring out the next course, leaving you gaping in awe at the thought of someone eating like this all the time, you realize that you weren’t the only one who was bothered by the remaining water. Because as you stutter mid comment on how delicious the food looks, you can’t help but let the words fall dead on your tongue as Beomgyu’s hand sneaks in, gently prodding your legs apart— and you, in your dumbfounded state, allow him to. 

The napkin in his hands is ticklish and leaves a feather-like touch as he wipes down your skin. Taehyun is too busy eating to notice the way you’re staring at your food like an idiot, eyes widened in panic as you stiffen, unsure what to do.

Should you… stop him? You can’t help but debate that thought for a second, part of you grateful of the fact that he really did dry you. But the other part is currently panicking at the way the napkin has been discarded by now, replaced by his hand as he slowly runs his fingers up and down your inner thigh, the feeling already too much for someone like you. 

This whole day, Beomgyu has been driving you crazy. In the library, in the study, hell, even here! His teasing is constant, yet he always stops right before he can do anything incriminating— anything that would change the way you see each other. 

Which leaves you to wonder; How far is Beomgyu willing to go? Because as you slowly pick up your utensils, you can’t help the way you relax at his touch, the neediness going to your head and allowing you to go along with whatever he tries to do— you doubt he’ll really do anything.

Beomgyu glances at you, and truly, it’s almost as if he can read your thoughts; because what started off as simple teasing has turned into a challenge, and Beomgyu is not one to back down. 

He’s abandoned his spot in your inner thighs. Now, he’s found a much better purchase in the apex of your thighs, his index finger taking its time to run over your clothed slit. Choking on your food, you wave off Taehyun’s worried questioning, reassuring him before you throw Beomgyu a panicked glance— he simply shrugs. 

You think that if either of the two strained their ears, they would be able to hear your heart pounding against your chest. You’re nervous, shaky even, as you try to remain cool, trying your best to converse with Taehyun as you realize that wow, this feels really good. 

Something about Taehyun, kind, handsome, welcoming, talking to you eagerly while Beomgyu sat next to you, hand hidden beneath the tablecloth and playing with you like he knew what was best for you, drove you absolutely crazy. 

God, you really were a total prude. You realized, biting down on your lip as you realized with shame just how turned on you were. Beomgyu had yet to do anything to you, yet you were driven crazy by a few simple touches— which is exactly why you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched at the feeling of his finger circling slowly on your clit, the cloth of your panties beginning to stick uncomfortably to you as he continued his ministrations, your eyes widening as he began to teasingly push against your entrance. 

You might just go insane. It was so overwhelming, yet it wasn’t enough, the way that Beomgyu stimulated you with ease, yet refused to go further. The barrier between the two of you drove you mad, and before you could stop and think over what you were doing, you reached down to grab at his wrist, stopping all of his movement. 

He looked at you, waiting for your next move, eyes darkening as he inhaled slowly, trying to remain unfazed as you pushed your hand against your pussy, grinding down on him as you guided him to push your panties to the side— a switch had been flipped between the two of you, and there was no going back. 

Beomgyu’s fingers were long and slender, his movements confident and experienced as he pushed inside, jaw clenching as he took in just how tight you were. Taking a sip of your now refilled water, you tried to choke down the sounds that were fighting to escape from your lips, the foreign feeling of someone else’s hands on you making you dizzy.

You waited patiently for him to do something, anything, your thighs shaking with need the longer he waited, your hips grinding down on him subconsciously as the need in your stomach grew even more. Yet just as you were about to gather the courage to look at him, you looked to the end of the table, watching as Beomgyu and Taehyun’s parents stood up, making their way to where the three of you sat.

Stopping behind Taehyun, you waited expectantly for Beomgyu to pull out of you, only to realize with horror that Beomgyu wasn’t planning to. You were beyond ashamed as you flashed them all a small smile, watching as they adjusted their outfits before turning to you.

“We have a business meeting to attend, so we’re going to be leaving early,” Beomgyu’s mother said, directing her words to all three of you as her husband stood next to her, nodding silently. “It was a pleasure meeting you, ___. Feel free to come back to visit,” she said, and you nodded, bowing gratefully at her words. 

“Thank you, it was a pleasure meeting you as well. Thank you for having me,” you meekly reply, afraid that if you make a wrong move, they’ll find out just what the two of you are currently up to. You watch stiffly as they say goodbye to their sons, telling them teasingly to behave before they’re off, chatting eagerly amongst themselves as they don’t bother glancing back at the three of you again. 

It was silent— and so, so awkward. Maybe it was just you, but you’re sure that if you weren’t careful, you could probably choke on the tension in the room. Your hands were shaky as you reached for your water once more, a thick wave of embarrassment washing over you as you took in the reality of the situation; that being, Beomgyu’s warm hand that was still nestled comfortably between your thighs.

And as the neediness in your stomach cooled down, you realized with a heavy dread what you had done. Despite your usual overthinking and worrying, you had completely given in to the temptation that was Beomgyu, and you couldn’t be more disappointed in yourself if you tried. Carefully, you reached down to grasp Beomgyu’s wrist once more, trying to not pay attention to the way he glanced at you curiously. 

“I should get going,” you say, pulling his hand away harshly as you try to not wince at the suddenness. The two men turn to you, watching as you shyly stand before them, avoiding their gazes as if one look could give away everything you were thinking about. 

“It’s getting late, and I’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” Sending Beomgyu a polite smile, you fidget nervously as you ask, “Could I go back to your study to get my bag?” 

“I’ll take you there,” he says, and before you can protest, he’s standing up, not bothering to spare a glance to Taehyun before he’s walking you back to the staircase, trailing behind you without another word.

Your heart is practically pounding out of your chest as you walk up the stairs, the feeling of Beomgyu’s eyes still on you making you flush hotly with embarrassment. He wasn’t even trying to hide it; you could feel him blatantly trying to look up your skirt as you walked, unsure of what to do as you glanced back at him, only to be sent a coy smile in return. 

You’re practically running back to the study as you finally reach the second floor, uncaring of whether or not you seem rude as you get to the room before him, opening the door and packing your things as quickly as you can. You’re struggling to make room for your laptop in your bag as you see Beomgyu appear in the doorway out of the corner of your eye, gulping nervously as his silent stare is caught on you once more. 

“Why are you in such a hurry?” He asks, taking slow steps towards you as he watches you fumble with your bag. You don’t respond, finding much more interest in the zipper of your bag as you try to get it to close properly. 

He slams his hand on the table, and you’re flinching at the sound as you feel him tower over you, placing his hand on the chair that stood between you and the man that set your nerves alight. You can’t bring yourself to look up as you feel him lean in closer, his breath practically fanning on your cheek as you feel him exhale in amusement. 

“Thought you might’ve wanted to keep me company,” he says, his voice soft and alluring as he places a hand on top of yours, successfully stopping your fidgeting as you freeze entirely.

“It’s getting late, I should really go,” you say, unsure of what else to say as Beomgyu only takes your word with a grain of salt. 

“It is,” he says, his voice soft and sultry against your ear, “I wouldn’t want you going home at such a dangerous hour.” 

You’re not given much time to react before you’re being pulled, the small obstacle between you two no more as you find yourself practically sitting on the desk, your eyes wide as Beomgyu quickly slots himself between your legs, his arms trapping you in as he pouts at you mockingly. 

“You’ll stay a little longer, right?” He says, watching the way you gulp nervously under his strong gaze, the welcoming scent of his cologne enticing you to give in and become another girl on his roster. 

“I have to go,” you say, pushing weakly at his chest, surprised when he lets you pull away from him and reach for your bag frantically. He doesn’t bother following you as you scamper out of his study, your head bowed down and the slippers you were given scuffing against the tiles of the cold home as you’re hurrying your way back to the main entrance. You spot Taehyun on your way there, but all you can do is hurry your footsteps and duck your head further in embarrassment as you try to ignore the way he seems ready to stop you in your tracks. 

Beomgyu watches from his window as you sheepishly ask the valet for your car, fidgeting nervously and pacing back and forth as you wait patiently. You’re like a deer in headlights, doe eyes wide and panicked and your legs shaky as you thank the man, climbing in your car clumsily and driving off faster than he expected you to. 

You were cute, Beomgyu decided, pausing for a second before also deciding that he didn’t mind playing along to get what he wanted. 

☆♡☆

“—I’m so fucked up, like, who does that? His parents were right there!” You’re practically falling apart at the seams as you recite your evening to Taehyung, clutching a pillow tightly against your chest as you try to not look at Taehyung’s reaction from his seat on the couch. It was like word vomit, the story practically escaping you the moment you walked back into your shared apartment, Taehyung’s jaw dropping further and further the more you told him. 

“I didn’t think you had it in you,” he breathes out, amazed at your story as he stares at you incredulously, his comment only making you writhe around the couch and whine in embarrassment. 

“I don’t, that’s the thing!” You cry out, placing your hands on your face as you feel your skin heating up, “He’s so— I don’t know, He’s just straight up insane, but I can’t help but follow along like an idiot! Why? What’s wrong with me?”

“You got it bad,” Taehyung says matter of factly, his simple sentence making you feel as though a weight dropped on your chest. You turn to him, nervous as you let his words linger in your mind. 

“Do not.” You deny, turning back to look at your ceiling, ignoring the way Taehyung only scoffs and rolls his eyes at your claims. The silence, you find, is more unbearable than Taehyung grilling you for details about your experience. You find yourself restless, unable to be too sure of your words as you rethink every interaction that you had with him tonight.

“The valet guy was cute.” 

“Tell me more.”

You’re desperate to get your thoughts away from Beomgyu. 

☆♡☆

Your thoughts are filled with nothing but Beomgyu.

It’s official— you’ve gone insane. It seems your little inexperienced brain couldn’t handle the feeling of another’s hand shoved in between your legs, because you simply have yet to have a moment where your thoughts aren’t filled with that dreadful day. To make things worse—or better, honestly— Beomgyu also has yet to come up to you again. Just like he promised, he was too busy to even look in your direction; or so, you’d like to think.

There’s no reason for you to care, but what if that was it? What if that night at his home had been enough of a taste for Beomgyu, and he had now decided that he’s had his fill? Was he just tossing you aside now? Did he find you pathetic?

It really shouldn’t be bothering you that much; but it did. It did, and it absolutely tore you apart that it could itch at you that much. For crying out loud, what did you expect? Choi Beomgyu was the last person you should have taken interest in, but sometimes you even found yourself thinking about the expensive cologne that you swore still lingered around you. 

“___, I didn’t expect to see you here,” you’re slow to look up as the voice calls out to you, lost in thought as it takes you a moment to recognize the second person that you’d rather not confront at the moment; Kang Taehyun. Throughout Beomgyu’s absence, Taehyun had also seemed to take a liking to you, beginning to approach you more and more often during and after classes. You could already hear the rumors that would bubble up at your sudden interactions, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care much this time.

“Hey,” you smile weakly, tired as you glance back down at the stubborn stain you’ve been trying to get off for the past minute. This was quite honestly the last place you’d rather meet either of the men in, but Taehyun did say that he came to this diner a lot. “Is there anything I can get you?” 

“Ah, just a chocolate milkshake, for now,” he says, watching as you nod before you’re pacing around behind the counter, going back and forth as you begin to make it. Taehyun’s gaze is far more different than Beomgyu’s; it’s less intense, and you don’t feel like you’re in danger everytime you feel his eyes on you. And as you slid the glass towards him, you couldn’t help but feel a bit more welcomed by his presence as he spoke. 

“You seem a bit stressed, is everything alright?” He asks, taking a sip from his drink before he continues, “Beomgyu isn’t bothering you, is he?”

“No no, nothing like that,” you say, quick to deny his claims. The last thing you needed was more tension between the two. “Honestly, I haven’t even seen him recently.”

“Hmm, right,” Taehyun hums, moving his straw about absentmindedly as he stirs the whipped cream, “He should be in New York right about now.” 

“New York? Really?” You say, pausing your cleaning as you imagine the sight, “What’s he doing all the way over there?”

It’s too late for you to retract and apologize for asking too many questions, but as you watch Taehyun lean on the counter, you’re pleasantly surprised to find that he doesn’t mind answering you.

“He insisted on going with our fathers to a meeting,” He says, rolling his eyes at the thought, “Insisting he has to do it because he’ll be taking over the company soon.” 

Sometimes you forget that the two are millionaires— well, mostly Taehyun, but still— but it’s times like these where you can’t help but feel like being partnered with Beomgyu is just a continuous slap in the face. Here you are, working a horrible shift at a random diner in Korea, all whilst your partner is miles away and probably enjoying the night view of a busy city. Life truly is unfair.

“Hmm, of course,” you say, unable to hide the fact that you cannot relate to anything Taehyun is saying, “Must suck that you didn’t go, huh?” 

“Oh no, not at all,” he’s quick to shut down your claims, surprising you as he shakes his head at the very thought. “I wouldn’t mind taking over for the company, but I couldn’t care less about it, honestly. I actually have a career I want to pursue, unlike Beomgyu.”

“Really?” You say, unable to hold back your surprise at his words. A quick glance around the diner, and another glance at the clock is all you need before you’re leaning in as well, curious to hear more about Taehyun. “And what is that?”

It’s odd how quickly you’re drawn to Taehyun— but then again, he’s just so charming and charismatic as he tells you about how he wishes to work at his dream law firm, and how he wishes to separate himself as someone independent, and not just someone who’s relying on daddy’s money.

“My father isn’t a bad person by any means,” he’s quick to correct himself as glances back up at you, sending you a sheepish smile as he says so. But as he looks back at his half-drunk milkshake, you can’t help but notice the way his eyes harden into something else as he continues. 

“But seeing Beomgyu parade around as if he’s untouchable, it just annoys me.” He’s running his fingers along the glass, drawing shapes with the precipitation of the cool drink, “if it weren’t for his father’s money, he wouldn’t be able to get away with half the shit he does.” 

He pauses, looking back up at you with an apologetic smile as he adds, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to dump that on you.”

“No, I get where you’re coming from,” you say, surprised with yourself as you finally admit those words out loud, “He’s definitely a bit hard to handle.” 

And for the rest of the night, you’re ashamed to admit that you and Taehyun bonded over your strange experiences with the boy, talking until you no longer needed that common factor to keep the conversation going. You talked until you glanced up at the clock once more, surprised to find that it was time for you to clock out already.

“I gotta go,” you said, sending him an apologetic smile before saying your goodbyes. You were quick to clock out, gathering all your things before you went back up front, ready to leave when you were left surprised at what you saw. You had expected Taehyun to be gone by now, but he was still there, scrolling through his phone absentmindedly as he fiddled with the straw of his empty drink. You pause in your steps, unsure of what to do as he looks up, sending you a smile as you see him tapping at the table nervously. 

“Sorry, it’s just, it’s been nice talking,” he says, biting at his lips as he takes in the way you fight back a smile, “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out for a bit longer?” 

You’re not sure why, but it’s easier to be bolder around Taehyun; maybe it’s because you actually get an option with him. But you can’t help the way curiosity tugs at you, bringing you closer to him as you take in all his nervous habits.

“Sure, we could go to my place,” you pause, before remembering that Taehyung would probably be there; you didn’t really need him to pry at the poor boy before you, “Or actually, is it alright if we go to yours? My roommate has someone over tonight.”

It’s a small lie, but it’s worth it as you see Taehyun beam brightly at you, leading him to your car as the two of you continue to talk as if you had been friends for years, allowing him to drive as you let him take you to his home. You expected things to slow down during the ride to his house and remain awkward, but you were surprised to find that Taehyun was very good at keeping a conversation going. You spoke of your interests and hobbies, quickly finding out that the two of you had the same taste in music. 

It’s scary how magnetic the boy before you is, because as you’re entering the same mansion as last time, much to your surprise, you can’t help but feel intrigued at how much warmer the home has become with him next to you. Your cheeks sting from smiling and you feel light as you walk up the stairs, slightly surprised when you’re led to his own room instead of another unnecessary room. 

“You have a room of your own here?” You say, surprised to find that it wasn’t just another guest room. He’s visibly caught off guard by your words, and you can’t help but scold yourself at the fact that you let your mouth run by itself once more. 

“Well, I practically grew up here, and our family mostly spends their time here as well,” he says, and you can’t help but feel slightly alienated at his words— again, how many rooms do they have?

“Do you want some clothes to change into?” Taehyun asks, noticing the way you had been fidgeting uncomfortably, fiddling with your clothes mindlessly as it finally clicked in his head that you were still in your work clothes. You’re quick to deny him, but it’s easy to make you give in as he insists, and it isn’t long before he’s showing you to his bathroom (because obviously, he would have a personal bathroom) leaving you alone as you’re given a moment to change. 

It’s a simple pair of sweatpants and a white shirt, similar to the attire you saw him in the first time you visited. You put it on, the clothes loose in some places, but fitting nicely overall. You take a second to observe yourself in the mirror, feeling yourself heat up at how oddly intimate this was. You were hesitant to come out, nervous to see what he would think when he saw you. 

“There’s this drama that I’ve been wanting to watch for a while now,” he says, glancing at where you stood at the doorway. He made no comments about how you looked, patting the spot next to him softly as he beckoned you to sit next to him. It was oddly reassuring, knowing that you wouldn’t have to walk on eggshells around him— slowly, you made your way to his bed, sitting down as you left a bit of space between the two of you.

“Hometown Cha Cha Cha?” You said, reading the title out loud as you briefly skimmed the description. “I didn’t think you’d watch kdramas.”

“Well, it was my mother who always watched them,” he says, leaning back against his bed frame as he sends you a sheepish smile, “she just seemed to pass on the habit.” 

It’s endearing, the way Taehyun looks a bit self conscious as he hovers over the play button, unsure of whether or not you might find his tastes in shows embarrassing.

“I heard that it’s really good,” you say, allowing yourself to lay back against the pillows as you begin to get comfortable, “play it.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the way Taehyun smiles to himself, the two of you going silent as the show begins to play. 

☆♡☆

“Oh my god, this is so embarrassing, I can’t watch,” you say, covering your eyes as you sink into the fortress of pillows that surrounds you. Taehyun only laughs, trying to pry your hands away from your face as you whine, shaking your head no as he insists.

“I would literally die if I did that,” you say, watching as the main character is shown drunk and out of control, blatantly embarrassing herself in front of her love interest, “I would rather forget everything than remember that I acted like that.” 

“Personally, I would love to see that,” he says, leaning towards you as he looks down at where you lay, “In fact, can I get you something to drink?”

“Shut up,” you laugh, pushing his face away as he chuckles at your reaction. It goes silent, the two of you too busy watching the show to continue teasing each other. Out of the corner of your eye, you find yourself much closer to Taehyun than you had been when you started— yet you can’t bring yourself to care as you take in his presence, enjoying the subtle scent of his cologne as your thoughts begin to stray once more. 

Taehyun was so sweet. He was warm and charming, and you couldn’t help but find yourself wishing that you could get even closer to him as time passed, glancing at him from time to time as you took in the way he looked as he focused on the show, his side profile just as gorgeous as the rest of him.

“Do I have something on my face?” He doesn’t even bother looking away from the tv as he says those words, startling you as you try to think of an excuse to play it off. But before you can say anything, he’s turning to you, resting his face in the palm of his hand as he looks at you teasingly— you can’t help but be reminded of Beomgyu at this moment. 

Oh god, you think to yourself, lips parted as you find yourself unable to say anything, helpless to the way he’s leaning closer, to the way his other hand travels to find itself on your waist, allowing him to overtake your senses as you feel his breath fan on your skin.

Not him too.

You’re not sure what to do, and you’re sure as hell not sure of what will come next as you let yourself give in, weak to his charms as his lips land on yours, the show long forgotten as you begin to sink into the mattress below you. He’s hovering over you, the kiss slow and sweet as you feel his hands begin to wander, your own finding purchase on his shoulders as you grip onto him tightly, too afraid to pull away and face what happens next. 

He’s addicting, and you find yourself unable to pull away for even a second, the kiss messy and needy as you feel him straddle you, his thigh clumsily prying at your legs before he’s slotted it between you, his hands cupping your face as he hovers over you eagerly.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he says, whispering the words against your lips as you feel your stomach come alive with butterflies, smiling shyly at the compliment as you feel him trial kisses down the column of your neck. 

“I’m sorry this is so sudden, but I just… I couldn’t hold myself back.” You can feel the way his hand lingers at the hem of your— his— shirt, playing with the fabric as you lace your hands in his hair. “You just looked so good in my clothes, it was driving me crazy.” 

“Was this your plan all along?” You joke, sighing at the feeling of his warm hand reaching under the pesky shirt to hold your waist. He’s quick to pull away at that, eyes wide as he looks at you, practically glowing as the light of the tv shines behind him. 

“No— sorry, did it feel that way?” He looks genuine as he apologizes, worried that he may have overstepped a line as he pulls away from you. It’s brief, though, because before you can think twice, you’re pulling him back in, feeling him groan softly against your lips as he lets himself melt against you.

“I was joking,” you clarify, breathless as you feel him shift, his thigh pressing up against you as you gasp at the feeling, allowing Taehyun to take this chance to deepen the kiss. The two of you are desperate and shameless as you let your hands wander, the feeling of his lingering touches leaving a hot trail on your skin. You’re practically suffocating as you’re encased beneath him, the feeling leaving you dizzy and weak to him. 

Your hands find his shoulders as you’re pushing him away, the two of you sitting up and taking a moment to catch your breath. His lips are swollen and red as he looks at you, but before he can get another word out, you’re quickly climbing on his lap as you straddle him, taking his head in your hands as he looks up at you.

“You look so good like this,” he says, his hands finding themselves on the small of your back as they itch to venture further down. You hum, smiling at his words as you bring him in for another slow kiss— then another, and another, before the two decide that it’s no longer enough, that you’d rather have more.

You’re not sure where this confidence is coming from, but you can’t allow yourself to stop in fear of crashing down from this high. Yet, as you sit back and watch Taehyun take his shirt off, you can’t help but feel yourself become unsure as you take a second to observe him— unfortunately for you, he’s quick to notice. 

“Are you sure about this?” He says, pausing in his touches as he watches you crash down from your wave; you’re flustered, taking in the way his toned skin practically begs to be touched. You sit there, unsure of what to say as his hands remain at your waist, rubbing soothing circles on your skin as he waits for you to say something.

“It’s just— I haven’t done anything like this in a while,” it’s beyond embarrassing to admit, and you can feel your body heating up as you avoid his gaze, looking away and back to the show that was still playing in the background. Your nerves are on fire as you wait for him to say something, inhaling sharply as he cups your cheek, forcing you to look back at him as he sends you a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he says, allowing you to take a moment to decide for yourself. 

“But you look so good,” you pout, shamelessly checking him out as you feel your hands find their way to his shoulders, letting yourself run one down his chest, taking in the way he shivers at your touch. 

“Then I’ll be gentle,” he says, leaning in to give you a soft peck. You’re quick to chase after his lips, ready to throw caution to the wind as he asks, “Are you sure?” 

And yes, you are. If it’s Taehyun, then you’re more than sure. He’s been nothing but kind and patient with you, and you can’t help the way you’re completely drawn to him. You nod, whispering your confirmation against his lips, and that’s all he needs before he’s tugging at the hem of your shirt, urging you to take off the clothing as well. 

You’re pulling away as you’re beginning to tug the shirt over your head, but before you can do so, a rough knock makes you pull away from him faster than the speed of light. Taehyun, you notice, is beyond annoyed as he does nothing, the glare that he sends the door before him practically deadly as another knock follows shortly. 

He sends you an apologetic glance before he’s rummaging around the bed for his shirt, laughing softly as you sheepishly hand it to him, your eyes already avoiding his own as you try to remain calm. Yet before he even stands up, he’s grabbing the back of your neck, a soft sound of surprise leaving you as he quickly pulls you in for a last kiss, the feeling of your hands grabbing at his already wrinkled shirt making him smile against your lips.

“Fucking asshole…” he grumbles, rolling his eyes as another harsh knock interrupts your moment. It’s then, when you realize with horror, just who is outside Taehyun’s door. 

You watch nervously from the safety of his blankets as Taehyun opens the door, barely allowing himself or the rest of the room to be seen as he’s standing in the small crack, the opening blocked by his body as he leans against the doorway casually. 

“What do you want.” His voice is back to the cold and commanding tone that never fails to set your fight or flight response alight. Taehyun’s voice is octaves lower, and you’re surprised to find yourself enjoying it more than you should. 

“I’m trying to sleep, and you’re disturbing me. My trip was very exhausting, you know.” Beomgyu is quick and to the point as he speaks, attempting to glance behind Taehyun to see who else might be in the room. Taehyun only moves, blocking his sight as the thought of Beomgyu seeing you and possibly trying to start something irks him. Beomgyu raises a brow at the other’s behavior, scoffing at his actions as he watches the way Taehyun prickles at his every move.

“What’re you hiding in there,” he says, feeling his curiosity mix in with his annoyance as the man before him is quick to shut him down, glaring at him as he tells him to leave. But then again, Beomgyu loves a good challenge. 

It’s so sudden, and all you can see from where you sit on the bed is the way Beomgyu grabs onto the door, pushing it open as he peeks in, eyes apathetic until they land on you. 

“___.” He says, and you can’t help the way your body shivers at the way your name rolls off his tongue like honey, a perfect trap as you look up at him with your panicked eyes. Even as Taehyun tells him to leave, he can’t take his eyes off you, taking in the way you’ve seemed to make yourself comfortable in Taehyun’s clothes, in Taehyun’s bed. 

There’s nothing truly compromising about your position, but you can’t help but feel self conscious at the way he stares at you, the air thickened with tension as Taehyun stands to the side, jaw clenched as he waits for Beomgyu’s stubbornness to dry out. 

“Seems you’ve made yourself quite at home,” his voice is icy and mean as he directs his jabs at you, watching the way your wide eyes silently plead at him to not say anything that might relate to the things he did to you— the things you allowed him to do. To your relief, nothing else is said as he turns to Taehyun, his face empty of anything that could give away how he felt. 

The two of them share a look, and unbeknownst to you, they silently acknowledge the fact that there’s a new interest that has hooked them both; you. And with one last glance at you, Beomgyu returns to his room, his jaw ticking with anger as his thoughts are filled with the way you seemed so comfortable in Taehyun’s bed— the way that Taehyun had gained an advantage to your heart. 

But Beomgyu wasn’t going to lose— he was sure of that. 

☆♡☆

“You! Coward! Why! Are! You! Here! Then!” You’re practically on the verge of losing your voice as Taehyung’s every word is punctuated with a smack of a pillow, left cornered on the couch as he traps you in with his body. Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he continues to scold you, the memory of Taehyung’s face after you had told him what had happened enough to let you know that you hit a nerve. 

To your pleasant surprise, the assault weapon is tossed to the side as Taehyung hovers over you, squishing your cheeks together as he glares at you.

“You have,” he says, forehead touching against your as he lets all his frustrations out, “Not one, but two— two!! Hot rich men after you, and you mean to tell me you chicken out both times?!” 

“I know!” You say, weakly defending yourself as you’re pushing Taehyung off of you, glaring back at him as you grab onto the discarded pillow, hugging it tightly as you speak. 

“But first off, Beomgyu is an asshole,” you say, reminding him that neither of you particularly like the boy, “And Taehyun… Taehyun…”

“Exactly.” Taehyung says, cutting you off as he ignores your glare, “No excuses. He was fine and you wanted him.”

“But Beomgyu, and like, probably the rest of his family, was right there!”

“Didn’t stop you last time!” 

The two of you immediately go silent at his words, your eyes wide in shock as you stare at him, jaw to the floor as he stares back, as equally floored as you are.

“That was low.”

“I know. But I have a point.” 

“You do…” you sigh, leaning back on the couch as you throw your head back, staring at the ceiling as you try to forget your embarrassing memory. Nothing happened; you couldn’t really bring yourself to do anything as you two were left in a tense silence.

You tried to wait it out— you really did— but you couldn’t help the way your thoughts were brought back to Beomgyu each time, wondering just where his room was that had him being able to listen to the two of you that clearly. (Not that the two of you were even that loud… right?) But the guilt of having him on the back of your mind while you and Taehyun tried your best to go back to normal was too much for you, and before you knew it, you were saying goodbye to him.

It felt awful trying to reassure him that he had done nothing wrong, but you weren’t sure how to explain to him the real reason why you just couldn’t stick around longer. And even as you thought back to that moment, you could still feel the butterflies that swarmed your stomach at the way he seemed so shy as he asked you to stay a bit longer. 

“___. Look at me.” If it weren’t for Taehyung’s change in tone, you wouldn’t have bothered moving an inch from the couch. But you complied, curious to what your friend would say as you raised your head, slowly sitting up and meeting his eyes as you waited for him to continue. 

“You are going to go up to Taehyun the first chance you get,” he says, taking your hand as you gave him an unconvinced look, “And you are going to ask him out on a date. And possibly get laid.” 

“Tae, you know damn well—“

“I do!” He says, stopping you in your tracks as he grips onto your hand even tighter, ignoring the way you wince and try to slip away. But he’s persistent, glaring at you as he waits for you to settle down. “But that man has laid all his cards out for you, and I will not stand by and watch you ruin the opportunity of your lifetime!” 

When he was met with nothing but silence and a dead stare, he scoffed, letting go of your hand as he laid back on the couch, arms crossed with annoyance.

“I will literally spend the day outside if you need me to so no one will interrupt you. I’m being serious.”

“Why are you so interested in this?” You whined, caving in as you slouched down, hugging your pillow tightly to your chest as you pouted, “it’s not even that big of a deal.” 

“Stop saying that!” He says, throwing the only pillow left by his side at you, much to your dismay, “You know that’s not true!”

Okay, he was right, and you knew he was right. This was by far the wildest opportunity that had ever been set on your path, and only a fool would pass by such a chance— And while you were more than willing to be that fool, Taehyung was not. 

“You got anything going on tomorrow?” You asked weakly.

“No.”

“You do now. Stay out of the house.” 

Taehyung brightened at your words, and you tried to tune out his gloating and excited chatter as you tried to steel yourself for what you were going to do— you were going to finish what you started.

☆♡☆

Tae :] 

??? He’s not there??

BRO

You couldn’t help the way your mood immediately depleted at the reminder, finding yourself unable to follow along with your professor's words as your eyes found themselves lingering at the place where Taehyun usually sits. Honestly, what cruel coincidence was this? You didn’t even have his number, and the only chance you had to approach him was taken from your hands. 

Someone has it out for you, you decided, slouched down as you try your best to write something down. Yet while you were too busy sulking in your own little world, you were too distracted to feel the way Beomgyu sat a few rows behind you, unable to take his eyes away from you as he watched your sluggish behavior.

He knew what you were thinking— it was so obvious, with the way you keep glancing back at the empty space where Taehyun sits— and he couldn’t help but feel himself get more aggravated as time went on. 

Honestly, he couldn’t be more pissed if he tried. Beomgyu finally sets his eyes on a new target, and Taehyun takes it as an invitation to pursue you as well? To make things worse, the memory of you in Taehyun’s room never seemed to leave his head. But Taehyun wasn’t there to bother you now; much to the other’s protests, he was currently off to Japan with his parents in hopes to form a partnership with another company. 

With Taehyun, it had always been a competition. And although his parents never showed it now, they both knew that they were only born to make sure that there would be someone to take over the company when they no longer couldn’t— what they hadn’t accounted for, however, was their sheer lack of interest in doing it together. It may have worked for Beomgyu’s father and his friend, but Taehyun had never piqued his interest; much less had he become friends with the boy. Their relationship was nothing but a race to the top— and Beomgyu was going to make sure that he wouldn’t lose. 

Yet, as the years went by, Taehyun had grown out of his interest in his father’s business. He had no interest in taking over, much to his parent’s disappointment. Although a phantom pressure still lingered, all that was left for the two boys was a tension that would never go away— they were stuck seeing each other as opponents, and nothing more. 

So what had started as a game had inevitably turned into more. Beomgyu never had any real intentions in keeping you around, but seeing Taehyun follow you around like a lost dog had Beomgyu quickly changing his mind; it was petty, but he truly couldn’t care less. 

He’d have you wrapped around his finger in no time. 

He didn’t really have a plan on what to do, but as the lecture ended and everyone started to trickle out of the classroom, he knew that he had to do something now before you slipped out of his clutches. 

“___.”

You swear that Beomgyu had a knack of appearing when you least wanted him to. 

You couldn’t bother putting up a smile as you turned to him, raising a brow as you waited for him to speak, unamused as you adjusted your glasses. He was silent, much to your annoyance, and it seemed as though he hadn’t a clue on what he wanted to say either. 

“I need a favor.” 

“A favor? Why? What favor?” To say you were caught off guard would be an understatement, because as you waited for him to elaborate, you could already feel your stomach forming a whirlwind of anxiety— nothing good could come from those words. 

“I need a date,” he says, ignoring the way you immediately begin to try to refuse him, “We’re celebrating the success of our new partnership, and I want you to come with me.” 

“Why can’t you just get some other girl?” You snap, already walking out of the empty classroom, Beomgyu hot on your heels. He frowns, following you out as you try to shake him off to no avail. It’s a nice fall day outside, the cool breeze that shakes the autumn trees making you shiver involuntarily. Just when you think he might have given up, you stop, the harsh tug on your jacket making you send the boy behind you a scowl. 

“I don’t want some other girl.” He says, eyes locked on you as he takes a step forward, keeping you still with the grip on your jacket, “I want you.” 

Beomgyu watches you closely— he takes in every change of expression, the way that his words seem to have caught you off guard, your nervous demeanor returning as you try to stutter out an answer. He stares, gaze unmoving as he smiles, eyes teasing as he watches you begin to mold to his will. 

“No.” 

So close. 

It isn’t much, but the small twitch of Beomgyu’s brow is all you need to know— he doesn’t want to hear no. But the thought of agreeing to his offer sends chills down your spine— nothing good can come from this. The two of you are still, unable to leave as the back and forth commences once more; every enticing offer that slips past his lips is met with your refusal. 

“No, why are you so stuck on it being me?!” You exclaim, taking a step back as you watch him go quiet. 

Honestly, what was he doing? Standing there and begging you to accompany him— this wasn’t how things were supposed to play out; if anything, he should be having you at his feet. But as he stands there, observing the way you’re flushed and annoyed, your eyes glaring at him through your glasses, he finds his stomach twisting at the thought that bubbles in his mind— he’s quick to push it down. 

“You— fuck…” he’s running a hand through his hair, long locks parting through his fingers as he stands back, amazed at the effect you seem to have on him. He huffs, watching your sparkling eyes light with that same curiosity that he’s always been secretly fond of; the same curiosity that always seems to want to learn more about him. 

And he’s not wrong, because you soon find yourself wondering what he’s thinking, what his true intentions are; what he’s hiding behind that icy persona. You can already hear Taehyung’s words from over here— do it, it’ll be fun, how often do you get invited to things like this?’

You decide to channel your inner Taehyung— just this once, maybe you should loosen up. 

“Where is the party…” your words are barely audible, too embarrassed that you’ve changed your mind, and that, once again, Beomgyu has gotten his way. But it’s enough for him, because his demeanor changes in the blink of an eye, and the calm and cool persona that you see on a daily basis comes back. 

“We’re hosting it, obviously,” he shrugs off the glare you send him, “and it’s tonight.” 

“Tonight?!” You say, eyes wide as you clutch your bag in panic, “what am I even supposed to wear…” 

“That’s why I brought this up now,” he says, grabbing your hand before he’s tugging you in the opposite direction of your original destination; you protest as you tell him to let you go, but he doesn’t bother listening as his hold on you only tightens in response. 

“Where are we going?” You whine, stomping your feet as he ignores you once more. You’re irritated— for someone who was asking something of you, he sure was as annoying as ever. 

“What do you think?” He says, his tone sarcastic as you stop in front of an expensive looking car— truly, you couldn’t care less about cars, but simply being around this one makes you nervous. And, to no one’s surprise, Beomgyu unlocks it, signaling you to get in. “We’re getting you something to wear.” 

“Take me to the mall or something, I’m on a budget,” you say, sitting hesitantly in the passenger’s seat; wow, the car smelled so nice. You can’t help but feel a bit depressed as Beomgyu pulls out of the parking lot, upset that you’ll have to splurge on such a sudden event. He simply chuckles at your words, and you can already feel a degrading jab coming your way— but nothing comes. 

Instead, the car ride remains silent as you stare out the window, the anxiety brewing inside you only bubbling up more intensely as you realize that he was not heading to the mall, and was instead heading to a much more expensive plaza. 

 “Hey, hey, what are we doing here?” You ask, sitting up as you watch Beomgyu head to a parking lot, not even bothering to glance your way as you continue to panic, “I was cool with getting a Forever21 or H&M dress— if they’d even have my size— but seriously, why don’t we go somewhere else—“

“I’m not “cool” with those cheap dresses,” he scoffs, proceeding to send you a look that immediately shuts you up. The car is parked but you still remain inside as he looks at you, coming over to your side as he opens the door for you. You refuse to get out, the brand names of the many different department stores rooting you to the spot as you stare up at them in fear. 

Seriously, how many paychecks would you have to throw away to get a single item at these stores? The numbers kept rolling in your head, and you didn’t like it one bit. 

“Come on, don’t be ridiculous,” Beomgyu was tugging at your hand and pulling you out before you knew it, his eyes already locked on his first store as he tugged you in that direction. You couldn’t help but bristle at his comment, annoyed at how nonchalant he could be while stepping into such a high end store. You tried to avert your eyes at every price tag you saw, and Beomgyu could only watch from the sidelines, beyond amused at your antics. 

Of course you weren’t going to be paying— it was just entertaining to watch your eyes go wide as the woman assisting you two continued to pile up dresses in her arms, standing back as Beomgyu surfed through the racks, a bored expression on his face as he did so.   

The dresses in the woman’s arms ranged drastically from flowy, light colors, to form fitting, dark colors. You could only eye the fabrics warily, unsure if you would be able to pull any of them off. But before you could protest, the two of you were being led off to the dressing room, feeling yourself grow shy at the intimate setup of it all. There was only one dressing room, the outside being surrounded with floor length mirrors that allowed you to look at yourself from every angle. In front of the dressing room, a single couch was placed, the rest of the area closed off with a velvety curtain— for privacy.

Without skipping a beat, Beomgyu takes a seat at the small couch, glancing back at you expectantly as he did so. You shift, watching as the woman places all the dresses on the hooks in your changing room, sending you a small smile and a bow before she leaves, letting you know that she’ll be nearby if you need her assistance. You thank her, watching her disappear behind the curtain before the two of you are left alone. 

“What are you waiting for?” Beomgyu’s voice is deep and soft as he calls out to you, the dressing area silent and closed off as you flinch, glancing at the changing room with unsure eyes. 

“I don’t know about this, I can’t afford to buy anything from here—“

“Are you still on that?” With a heavy sigh, Beomgyu sighs, approaching you with slow steps as his narrowed eyes lock onto you. You’re nervous, like always, except this time you can’t bring yourself to look at Beomgyu as he traps you, only a step away from coming in contact with you as he looks up, exhaling through his nose slowly. 

“You’re not paying, stupid,” you’re able to meet his eyes then, watching the way his face lights up with amusement at your suprise, “did you really think that?” 

“Yes, but this is worse,” you say, and Beomgyu already feels his patience running out. “I don’t want to owe you anything.”

“For fucks sake—“ you let out a yelp at the way Beomgyu’s hands roughly land on your shoulders, steering you to the changing room and rolling his eyes at the way you try to fight back. He pushes you in, blocking the door as you continue to complain. 

“You won’t owe me anything, I couldn’t care less if I’d have to buy this whole plaza to get you to come with me,” he says, watching the way you immediately go quiet, “now try those dresses on, unless you want me to help.” 

He watched as you jumped at his comment, quickly shoving him out of the room before slamming the door in his face. He can only grin at that, listening to the sounds of rustling and your quiet grumbles from the other side.

It honestly feels like you’re stuck in that room for hours— maybe you actually were. Dress after dress, you would come outside to gauge Beomgyu’s reaction, watching the way he would either shake his his or nod apathetically in approval. More often than not, you would come out to be greeted with more dresses, watching as Beomgyu would ask the assistant to bring more in a certain color or style. 

“Beomgyu, please,” you said, wriggling into the newest addition of the pile, “Don’t you think I’ve tried on enough? I think there should be a dress that we can both agree on— oh god…” 

You’re absolutely frozen in shock as you stand in front of the small mirror before you, bristling at the way the dress looks. In your haste to get things over with, you had failed to notice that this dress had not one, but two slits— they stopped just at the tops of your thighs, and the fabric was tucked neatly in between your legs. Not only that, but the plunging neckline covered practically nothing; and the exposed feeling on your back was all you needed to know about the rest of the dress. 

“What is this supposed to cover…?” You mumbled to yourself, staring down at the way the black fabric hugged your body tightly, before turning into a flowy material that reached the floor. 

“Are you done?” Beomgyu’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you looked up, catching your panicked expression in the mirror as you’re glancing back at the door nervously.

“It didn’t fit…” you respond weakly, wincing at the way you can already see the shadow of Beomgyu’s footsteps approaching you. You bite at your lips, patting down the fabric as you glance at yourself once more— there is no way you would be allowed to wear something like this! And while it was flattering, you’d rather die than have others think that you truly were Beomgyu’s new plaything. 

“Nonsense, it’s the same size as all the other dresses,” he says, knocking softly on the door, “let me see.” 

“Definitely not,” you’re quick to respond, placing a hand on the door before Beomgyu can get any crazy ideas, “There’s no way something like this would be appropriate.” 

“So it does fit,” he says, and he can hear you cursing quietly on the other side of the door, “you’d be surprised by the things others show up in— now let me see it.” 

There’s no other way out of this, is there? You gulp, your hand slowly inching to the doorknob as you look away from the mirror, too embarrassed at the way the dress leaves you in a vulnerable position. Slowly, the door creeps open, and you find interest in the tiled floor beneath you as Beomgyu’s frame comes into sight. 

It only takes a second for Beomgyu to decide— you’re leaving with this dress. 

He tries to not show it, but his eyes darken at the way your body is left on display, your skin glowing under the lights and begging to be touched; to be marked. Your sheepish eyes that can barely look in his direction only serve to drive him insane— you have no idea what you’re doing to him. 

“Let me see…” he mumbles, closing the door behind him as he takes a step closer to you. You gulp, startled at the way Beomgyu’s gaze never leaves your figure, his hands smoothing down the fabric on your waist— you’re still, your breathing heavy as you try to not melt into a flustered mess. His hands linger, fingertips pulling teasingly at the fabric before he lets it snap back onto your skin, watching the way your breath hitches as you finally look up at him.

“I think it fits you perfectly,” he breathes out, watching as you’re left helpless to him once more. You’re on edge, waiting for his next move as he smiles down at you, stepping forward until he’s got you pinned, his eyes narrowing at the way you shudder when your back meets the wall. 

“Suits you perfectly too,” he says, reaching down to grab onto your bare thigh, watching the way you gasp as you let him wrap your leg around his waist. His fingers are teasing as they inch under the fabric, his touch light as he barely grazes past the top of your thigh. He’s slotted in between your legs, hips pressed firmly against yours as you try to not lose yourself then and there. 

“It’s too revealing for a party,” you retaliate, your words falling dead on your tongue the moment he pressed himself harder against you— you can tell just how he feels about this dress.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he whispers, leaning closer to you as he begins to trail kisses down the column of your throat, “they can look all they want, but you’ll be with me the whole time. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

His grip on your thigh loosens up, and he’s pleased to find the way your leg doesn’t budge. Slowly, his hand trails downwards, stopping as his fingers wrap themselves around your calf, folding your leg closer to your body as your attention is brought to where he’s looking. 

“But first, we should get you some shoes to go with this,” he says, the mischievous glint in his eyes prominent as he glances back at you, “Don’t you think?”

“I already have heels at home,” you breathe out, dizzy as Beomgyu pulls away, taking a step back as he composes himself. He stares at you, smiling as he takes in the way you’re still leaning against the wall, eyes fucked out as they stare back at him. It’s quick, and before you can react, Beomgyu is quickly pressing his lips against yours, the quick peck leaving you stunned as he opens the door, sending you one last glance as he smiles cruelly. 

“Don’t care. Let’s go.”

☆♡☆

Tae :]

OMG

UR WHATKSGH 

U A HOMIE HOPPER FR!!

Twin tho &lt;3

Have fun!! And invite me if u can!!!!

You roll your eyes at the constant stream of messages that flood your phone— Sorry Tae, but there’s no way I’d have the balls to ask if you can come. It’s disappointing, but it was nothing short of the truth as Taehyung’s sad stream of emoticons continue to flood your chat, leaving you to roll your eyes and put the phone back down on the table. 

Despite your constant reassurance and worrying, you currently found yourself in the guest room of Beomgyu’s mansion, forced to sit still as a woman tediously does your hair and makeup, listening to your tips on how to style your hair and what works best with your skin as she followed your instructions, constantly complimenting you as she continued to her work.

“This dress is absolutely gorgeous,” the woman said, gasping as she laid out the carefully ironed dress on the bed. You stood off to the side, bashfully shifting on your feet as you smiled at her, hoping that she wasn't’ simply lying through her teeth. 

“I was afraid that it would be too much,” you admitted, watching her reaction carefully as you said so. She simply shook her head, laughing softly as she looked back at you. 

“Too much? No, you’re going to fit right in,” she says, her comment oddly reassuring as she pulls out the matching black heels out of the other bag, followed by the expensive silver accessories that he forced you to get— despite your constant complaints that he shouldn’t be buying you anything, Beomgyu had ignored you, searching for the very best as he finally decided on those shoes. It was strange, but you found it easier to talk to Beomgyu as time went on— and maybe it was because of his stunt in the dressing rooms— but past his intimidating persona, you found that he wasn’t all bad. Granted, he was still a cheeky bastard that teased you relentlessly, but at least you now knew that he didn’t hate you. 

“I’ll let Mr. Choi know that you’ll be ready soon,” the woman said, slipping out of the door without another word. You stood in silence, your heart beating loudly against your chest as you listened to the sounds that filtered from downstairs; the party had begun a while ago, and while you had been busy showering in the guest bathroom (it took you a while to accept that you were allowed to touch the thing) and getting your makeup and hair down, the celebration in the main floor had already begun.

Carefully, you slipped into the dress, feeling a twinge of hesitation as your eyes caught sight of the reflection in the mirror— you looked stunning, the dress you wore flattered your body perfectly, but you couldn’t help but feel that familiar anxiety bubbling inside you; this crowd was on another level. It was already hard enough for you to interact in large crowds of people in general, but the thought of putting yourself out there to be judged made you sick to your stomach. 

If someone had told you from the past about the nosedive your life would take, you probably would have laughed, fainted, or both. What you had with Beomgyu (and Taehyun) was beyond messy. There was nothing defined, and you only seemed to act on your needs— and yet, you couldn’t help but feel lighter than ever. You were no longer walking on eggshells, but you feared that the longer you spent with these two men, the more you would get attached.

A knock on the door startled you out of your thoughts— speak of the devil.

The door opens as you mutter a soft “Come in”, your eyes downcast as you attempt to buckle your shoes, the thin straps slipping through your fingers as you sigh with frustration. Giving up, you sit back, looking up as you take in the outfit Beomgyu walks in. 

It’s obvious at a glance that Beomgyu has made an attempt to match with you— he wears black pants that have been tailored specifically for him, his black heeled boots clicking softly on the floor as he walks in. He wears a black buttoned vest, and you feel your heart skip a beat at the way the neckline allows him to decorate with silver necklaces, his loose blazer allowing you to peek at the rest of his skin. 

“What, you don’t like it?” He asks, tilting his head as he looks at you. You can only shake your head in response, a smile creeping on your lips as he closes the door behind him, walking up to you with the same smile mirrored on his lips. He towers over you, taking in the way you look up at him with your shining eyes, your dress sprawled out on the mattress as you lean back on your arms. 

“No, it’s nice,” you admit, looking back down at your feet. He follows your gaze, a soft tsk escaping his lips as he takes in your unbuckled shoes. Without another word, he sinks to his knees, taking you by surprise as he kneels down, one leg propped up as he shoots you a mischievous smile. 

“Can’t do anything yourself, hmm?” He coos, propping your heel on his thigh as he begins to buckle your strap. You’re left speechless as you watch him, his nimble fingers making quick work of the buckle as he tucks the strap in, putting your heeled foot back on the ground before he’s motioning for your other one. As always, he’s quick to lose patience as you hesitate, taking matters into his own hands as he grabs your calf, propping your other foot on his thigh as he begins his work once more. 

He’s much slower this time, and when you feel him finish buckling your strap, you watch as his eyes rake up your leg, taking in the way the fabric is slotted between your legs so perfectly. Your skin is warm underneath his hands, and before he can help himself, he’s making his way up, his hands soon finding themselves on your thighs as he looks up at you, face emotionless as you find it in yourself to look back, bracing yourself for his next move.

You can’t help the way you lean in when his lips meet yours, the kiss slow and steady as you surprise yourself— but with the way he was feeling you up, it was impossible to not give in. It’s embarrassing how you quickly find yourself chasing after his lips, the low chuckle that meets your ears snapping you back to reality as you’re straightening up. 

“The dress is nice, right?” He says, his hands continuing to slide up before they’re slotted on either side of you, alarming you when he begins to lean forward. You lean back, flustered by his proximity as he continues, relentless in his actions as he’s soon hovering over you, eyeing the way you look laying on the bed, flustered face refusing to look up at him for too long.

“I can’t possibly go out like this,” you say weakly, admiring the way his hair framed his face, a smug smile adorning his face at your words.

“No, you can’t,” he says, agreeing with you for once. His words surprise you, but takes you a moment to realize his true intentions, “so why don’t you stay in here with me instead?”

“No. Plus, your parents—”

“Why not? It’ll be way more fun than the party. My parents aren’t even here. They’re still off vacationing in Japan.”

“Beomgyu, this is your party. You’re the host,” you say, sliding back along the bed until you’re fully on it. Beomgyu doesn’t mind, finding the sight much more appealing as his head is now at level with your hips. But before he can continue his teasing, you’re pushing him back with your foot, his body tensing as the sharp stiletto comes in contact with his chest once he straightens. He raises his brows, a hot rush of want going through him as you send him a coy smile. 

“Let’s go then.” 

☆♡☆

The party was alright.

Throughout the whole night, you had been afraid of being seen as another arm candy for Beomgyu— you had been afraid that all this had been nothing more than a game to him. But as the night passed by, you found yourself enjoying his presence more and more.

“That woman right there? She had an affair with the guy from earlier— yeah, the one who hogged all the little sandwiches— for like a year. One time, they apparently went “missing” when the jet they were both conveniently on crashed, but it turns out they just went for a nice vacation for a couple of months.” 

“Oh my god, that’s insane,” you gape, trying to not be obvious as you watch the woman Beomgyu had pointed out. You could definitely see it, with the way she kept stealing glances back at the said man that lingered at the buffet table. “But how did they get away with it?”

“Money, duh,” he says, watching as you roll your eyes at his response, “there’s nothing that a good chunk of money can’t do to keep people quiet.”

“And yet you know about this?”

“Hey, rumors get around,” Beomgyu shrugs, sending you a teasing smile as he adds, “that, and he’s a total lightweight.” 

It’s like this for the rest of the night— the two of you never truly bother to integrate with the rest of the crowd, standing off to the side as you watch the occasional businessman approach Beomgyu, bewildered at the charming persona that he takes on when spoken to. It’s not until a man mentions Beomgyu inheriting the company in the future, that a thought occurs to you. 

“Do you really want to take over your father’s company?” You ask, watching the way he stiffens at your question. He doesn’t answer, choosing instead to drink his wine as he looks away, his brows furrowed at the feeling of your gaze still on him. 

“No, honestly.” He answers, his words catching you by surprise as you take in the solemn look in his eyes. He’s not looking at you, and as you follow his line of sight, you realize with dread, that his eyes had been locked on none other than Taehyun.

“But that’s all I’m here for,” he says, taking another sip of his drink as he notices that you’ve spotted him too. He can‘t control the way he becomes irritated, jaw clenching as the memories of his life pass by— the competition, the tension, the secret hopes that he’ll be the better son— it’s all shoved back in his face every time he looks back at Taehyun. 

Just when you think you’re about to get somewhere deeper with this conversation, you notice the way everyone seems to be heading in the direction of the dining room, the feeling of Beomgyu bumping into your shoulder making you look up at him in confusion.

“Dinner is starting. Come,” he says, not bothering to glance back before he’s leading you to the same room where it all began. You find yourself lagging behind as you watch him walk ahead, the feeling that you’ve done something wrong itching at you— was it a touchy subject? Did you say something wrong?

“___? Why’re you here?” The voice that calls out to you is too familiar, rendering you helpless as you’re turning to the source. Taehyun is surprised as he looks at you, eyes taking in your figure and the way your silver accessories pop against your skin. He’s dressed in similar attire to Beomgyu, much to your dread. A simple all black outfit, a form fitting turtleneck paired with a blazer, the tailored pants he wore covering the same heeled boots that Beomgyu sported as well. 

“Oh, uhm, Beomgyu invited me,” you reply, unaware of the way the said man stands a few feet behind you, his eyes narrowing at the scene. Taehyun notices, and it isn’t long before you’re turning around, curious to what he might be looking at. Beomgyu is angry, that much you can tell, as he slowly makes his way to where the two of you stand. 

Turning back around, you send Taehyun a confused look, tilting your head as you ask, “Where have you been?” 

“Ah, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything,” Taehyun apologizes, sheepishly looking to the ground as he says, “I was off in Japan. You know, the new partnership and all.” 

“Yes, quite the feat, isn’t it,” Beomgyu mocks behind you, startling you as you feel his hand slip around your waist, pulling you into him snuggly as he adds, “___, let’s go, before all the good seats get taken.”

And before you can question what the hell he might possibly mean by a “good seat,” you’re being pulled away, the man’s pace much more brisk as Taehyun is left to watch your figure retreat, your matching color schemes not lost on his eyes. 

☆♡☆

You know exactly what Beomgyu means by a good seat. 

Glancing wearily at the loud, gossiping couple across the table, followed by the man who simply doesn’t know what manners are as he takes up way more space than he should, you’re glad that Beomgyu had been able to secure you a calmer spot in the gigantic table. It was nice, except for one thing— Taehyun had found himself in the seat to the right of you before you realized what was happening. 

So now you sit here, awkwardly trying your best to eat peacefully as the tension between the two boys rolls off in waves. Any attempts in peacemaking or casual conversation had been quickly squashed down, leaving you in the middle of a lifelong feud that only left you roped into childish rivalry. 

It started off simple— they could’ve gotten away with it if you hadn’t been paying more attention— small conversation, laced with memories and inside jokes the other didn’t know of; you were left unaware of the other’s raging jealousy every time you laughed at a situation they couldn’t recall. 

Then it turned into a more zealous task; before you knew it, you were turning left and right as they tried to feed and entertain you, begging for your attention yet refusing to share it as you were left in a befuddled mess. In the blink of an eye, your plate was piled with more food than you knew what to do with, your head spinning from the amount of turning you’ve had to do in such a short time. 

It couldn’t get any worse— at least, that’s what you thought— but it could. And it did. 

You could feel your mood sour as they began to become bolder, and touchier. Any other time, you would have been freaking out, a flustered mess as you would have shivered at the way they would lean in to whisper things to you, fingertips grazing against your skin and eyes lingering on your body every time you tried to interact with them.

Honestly, by the end of the dinner, they were practically fighting for your attention as they tried anything they could to woo you— all you could do was take another swig of wine in exhaustion. 

You liked them both— really, you did— but you were more than fed up of being treated as another prize that the other had to win first in order to prove they’re better. What had started as interactions that left your heart fluttering had turned into nothing more than a childish competition that only served to drive them farther away from your heart. 

And it seems as though they had noticed too; took them long enough, you had thought to yourself, laying back in your chair as you tried to pretend the way you couldn’t feel their eyes on you. You were annoyed and buzzed from the wine as you feigned interest in the desert placed before you, twirling your fork in boredom as you waited for their next ridiculous move. 

Instead, you were pleasantly surprised with the way they seemed to calm down; maybe your annoyance was obvious. And it really was, because as you stared down at your plate, Taehyun and Beomgyu could practically see your change in mood from miles away, the irritation pouring off you in waves as you shoved another disinterested bite into your mouth. 

Taehyun was already regretting everything— he felt horrible for roping you into their own problems. Beomgyu, on the other hand, was simply thinking up of the different ways he could make it up to you. They watched as you leaned forward, reaching across the table as the lady sitting in front of the three of you refilled your glass; throughout the whole ordeal, you had become friends with her. Her name was Jihyo, and it seemed as if she was quick to catch on to your situation as she tried to keep your glass full the whole time. 

The two of you chatted as you continued to ignore the presence of the two boys beside you, laughing softly as she told you the story on how she met her girlfriend. You could practically feel them itching to grab your attention once more, but you couldn’t care less as you decided to take your mind off of them for once. 

And while you continued to get to know Jihyo better, Taehyun and Beomgyu shared a glance behind you; and for once, it seemed as though they had reached the same conclusion. 

Moments later, the dinner was declared to be over, and you watched drunkenly as people began to trickle out slowly. You waited a second before you excused yourself, saying goodbye to Jihyo as you headed back upstairs and towards the guest room— you didn’t even bother sparing the two boys another glance as you left. 

Yet they simply watched your figure retreat, their eyes stuck on the way you seemed to stand out from the crowd; they both silently appreciated the way the dress seemed to hug you in all the right places. It wasn’t until you had left the dining room that they had turned to each other, words itching to come out as they sat there, unsure of how to say them. 

“Well, I should be on my way as well,” it was the first time Jihyo had spoken to them that night, sending them a gracious smile and bowing as she thanked the two for inviting them. 

“Good luck with your girl. Treat her nicely, yeah? She deserves it after the way you two harassed her tonight,” she teased, clearly uninterested in their rebuttals as she turned on her heel, striding out in confident steps, her words still lingering on the boy’s minds. 

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You were so ready to go home. 

You currently sat at the vanity as you spoke on the phone with Taehyung, ranting to him about everything that happened as you wiped away your makeup, your glasses put to the side as you tried to not get frustrated with the way your mascara couldn’t seem to budge. 

“So I just ignored them and talked to Jihyo for the rest of the time— she’s super cool by the way,” you said, recounting every little detail as you carefully rubbed the lipstick on your lips. 

“Oh man, that’s crazy,” Taehyung’s voice rings out from the other side, and you pause in your actions as you turn to throw away the used wipes, humming along in agreement as you did so. “What’re you gonna do now?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, sighing as you slump down in your chair. “it’s just… it feels like they only see me as another win in their rivalry— it sucks, cause I really do like them.”

“Them? Seriously? Woah, you’re in deep.”

“Argh, I know, and it’s pissing me off!” You say, frustrated as you stand, making your way to the bed as you flop onto it, your feet dangling off the edge as you stare up at the ceiling, “Why me man…”

“Hey, I say go for it! Literally who gives a fuck who you’re with, as long as you’re happy.”

“Tae, that’s insane,” you say, unable to see yourself doing anything like that, “Whatever. I’ll be home in a bit.”

“Take an Uber, I’ll pay for it,” he interjects, ignoring the way you’re already complaining, “Unless you want to ask either of them to drop you off, since you don’t have your car.”

“Okay, I got it,” you grumble, bitter at the reminder, “I’ll text you when I’m ready to go.” 

You sat in silence once he hung up, feeling the exhaustion from it all finally sinking in, the mattress beneath you suddenly much more comfortable than it was three seconds ago. Wearily, you glance back at the pile of clothes that you still needed to change back into; but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, much too tired to get up at all— hell, you still had yet to take your heels off. 

Just when you thought you might actually doze off, you were startled as the sound of your door opening made you sit up, your eyes meeting with Beomgyu’s as he stood at the doorway. 

“Can I come in?” He asked, leaning against the doorway as he asked. 

“No,” you deadpan, pouting as you stare down at your lap.

“What about me?” 

You’re surprised to find Taehyun standing behind Beomgyu, the usual tension and anger that you see between them gone. You pause for a second, feeling uneasy as you stare at them— they’re planning something. 

“No. Both of you stay there.” 

Flopping back onto the bed, you wait for them to give up and go away, but they don’t. They simply stand at the doorway, fondly watching you and the slow rise and fall of your chest as you try to not fall asleep then and there.

“Is this about what happened at the dinner?” It’s Beomgyu who breaks the silence first, tilting his head as he watches the way you try to ignore them, your eyes closed as you pretend to be asleep. It’s silent once more, and you can’t help the way you get your hopes up briefly at the sound of the door shutting, thinking that they might’ve finally left you alone— you couldn’t have been more wrong.

You can feel the bed shifting, your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you try to keep your eyes closed. They find the sight amusing, your fluttering eyelids and your twitching brows letting them know that you can feel them next to you. It’s dark, but you can feel the foreign warmth of another as the mattress sinks down, the scent of two familiar colognes filling your senses entirely. 

“___. Look at me,” your eyes are wide as you’re met with the sight of Taehyun hovering over you, arms caging you in, Beomgyu sitting down next to you as he looks down at you teasingly. You’re not sure what to do, unable to handle both of them at once— it was already hard enough to deal with one at a time. 

“What do you guys want,” you whine, flushing with embarrassment as they each take your hand, unable to meet either of their eyes as they lace their fingers with yours. It’s beyond overwhelming, the two handsome men crowding your space as they continue to tease you. You can feel Beomgyu’s lips graze your knuckles, the soft touch sending shivers down your body.

“What do you think?” Beomgyu asks, playing with your hands gingerly as he pauses. You’re forced to sit up as Taehyun moves away, sandwiched between the two boys as they sit by your side, still having yet to let go of your hand as they lean in. 

“We want you.” Beomgyu’s lips practically brush against your skin as he whispers those words, the feeling of Taehyun’s hair brushing against your cheek making you tilt your head, gulping at the way he’s trailing kisses down your neck, biting softly at your collarbones. 

“No you don’t,” you say, eyes shutting as you feel their hands begin to wander— it feels like they’re everywhere at once, touching your thighs, lingering at your waist, going up and down the expanse of your back as they feel you up— it makes you dizzy. 

“I’m just another part of your rivalry,” you say, the words that have been bubbled in your mind finally coming out— you never felt truly wanted. “I’m just a game to you two.”

“Fuck, you’re so much more than that,” you’re surprised to hear Beomgyu be the one to reassure you first, his hand cupping your cheek as he forces you to look at him. He’s serious, his face devoid of any sign that it might all be a lie. Taehyun is quick to agree, pulling away as he looks at you, a hand wrapping around your waist as he brings himself even closer. 

“We don’t want to lose you,” Taehyun says, voice quiet as he finally admits the thoughts that have been plaguing the two men before you, “We’re serious, ___.”

There’s no use in fighting it— you know this, because soon you’re finding yourself laying back on the bed, the two boys unable to keep their hands off of you as they find your heels, each unbuckling one as they smile coyly up at you. 

“Show me how serious you are then,” you’re barely given time to breathe those words out before they’re on you, Beomgyu’s lips crashing against yours as you let out a soft whimper, your hands steadying themselves on his shoulders automatically. 

It’s all happening so fast, your mind reeling as your hands slip under Beomgyu’s blazer, slipping it off as he’s left in the vest that had you practically drooling, his necklaces dangling above you. He’s not giving you a chance to pull away, the kiss hungry as he nips at your lips, grinning at the way you whimper helplessly against him. Beside you, Taehyun watches, eyes darkened as he slips off his own blazer, the memory of you in his bedroom making him itch for your touch. 

Much to your dismay, Beomgyu is pulling away, a wicked grin stretching on his face as he watches you chase after him, your eyes slowly fluttering open as you wait for their next move. Slowly, you reach up to unbutton Beomgyu’s vest, his eyes observing your every movement intently. His skin is smooth and toned, your eyes taking it all in as you run a hand down his chest, watching the way he shudders at your touch. Sitting up, you move to try to slide your dress off, surprised when you feel Taehyun grab your hand before you can do so. 

“Don’t. Keep it on for now,” he says, pulling you close to him as he locks his lips with yours, cradling your jaw gently, “It looks so good on you.”

You can only hum against his mouth, giving in to his wishes as you feel his other hand wander its way to your thighs. Before you can realize what’s happening, Beomgyu is already slotted in between your legs, his hair tickling your skin as he trails kisses along your inner thighs. You’re quick to tense up, caught off guard by his action as you feel him slowly inch closer to where you need him most.

“I can’t believe you,” Beomgyu says, pushing the fabric of your dress away from your hips as your core is left on display. You whimper feeling his tongue run over the fabric of your panties teasingly, his warm tongue lapping at you slowly. 

“This whole time, I thought I was getting somewhere with you,” he mumbles, pressing his tongue flat on your pussy as he takes in the way your thighs twitch at the feeling, sucking lewdly over the fabric, “but it turns out you were fucking around with Taehyun behind my back.”

You’re hazy as Taehyun is leading your hand down his chest, his shirt discarded long ago as he guides you to unbuckle his belt, chuckling at the way you can only obey stupidly, Beomgyu’s tongue on you already making you fucked out. 

“I just thought you didn’t care,” you say, eyes locking with Taehyun’s as you’re finally able to reach into his waistband, taking in the way he inhales sharply once your hand wraps around his cock. Your other hand is quick to unbutton his jeans, pulling him out as your hungry eyes take in the way he’s already hard, his tip leaking as you both watch the way you slowly begin to pump along his length, your thumb swiping across his tip from time to time.

He’s big, and you’re surprised with the way your hand struggles to wrap around him— your movements are slow, taking in the feel of the vein that runs along the underside of his length; he’s long too, and it’s like in a trance as he’s watching the way you stroke him eagerly, your tongue laving at your lips a you notice the steady flow of precum that leaves him. 

“I didn’t at first,” he admits, brain clouding with lust as he watches the way you pump Taehyun’s cock, the said man falling apart in your hands as he leans in to kiss you. He can feel himself grow more aroused at the sight, his hips rolling involuntarily against the sheets as the need to bring your attention back to him itches at him. Your mouth is falling open as Beomgyu’s lips wrap around your clit, your panties pushed to the side as he sucks on the bundle of nerves, his fingers circling your hole teasingly. 

“But I do now. I care a lot.” 

Choi Beomgyu was never one to get attached— so for him to be looking up at you the way he did, like he never wanted to be apart from you again, made your heart flutter unexpectedly. 

He was messy as he lapped at your pussy, reveling in every little gasp and whimper that escaped your lips. Taehyun was just as much of a mess as you were, the kiss turning into something more primal and messy as you increased your pace, feeling him fucking your hand as he moaned against your lips, your other hand entangled in his hair as you kept him close to you. 

The two found it amusing at the way you gasped once Beomgyu’s fingers pushed inside you, taking in the way your sensitive body responded to every one of their touches. His tongue is relentless, going back and forth from sucking and licking your clit, to lapping at your soaked cunt. He’s intense, building up your orgasm quickly as he keeps your hips planted to the bed, his hands gripping onto the skin as he watches the way you weakly attempt to buck your hips into his face as he continues to fuck you with his tongue.

Taehyun watches as you quickly lose your pace, your hand stilling on his cock as he watches you get closer to your high with an amused glint in his eye. You’re begging and pleading for more, head thrown back as Taehyun slides down the straps of your dress, pulling the top down until he has access to your breasts. The added stimulation of his mouth on your nipples has you crashing down from your high, the waves of pleasure that roll over you much too intense as you slump down into the fluffy pillows of the bed. 

“Good girl,” Taehyun mumbles, leaving your nipple with a lewd “pop!” that has you flushing with embarrassment. Between your legs, Beomgyu sits up, his chin glistening from your juices as he watches the way you look away from the scene, grinning at the way you turn shy. 

“Don’t get all shy on me,” he says, squishing your cheeks as he forces you to look back at him, finding that he’s released himself from the confines of his pants. “You still have some problems to take care of.” 

Before you can catch on to what he wants, he’s taking your hands, pulling you to sit up before he’s positioning you to his liking— his lidded eyes look down at you as you try to not show how flustered you are, face leveled with his cock as you’re left on all fours, your ass in the air as you feel the bed shifting behind you. 

“What are you waiting for?” He asked, tapping two fingers under your chin as you look up at him, doe eyes shining sweetly as he resists the urge to take you for himself then and there, “suck.” 

He can tell that you’re unsure of your actions as you start, the feeling of your warm tongue swiping teasingly across his tip making him grab ahold of your head, groaning at the way you allow him to guide you down his length. 

Behind you, Taehyun watches darkly as you slowly take Beomgyu into your mouth, your glistening pussy all his as he begins to tease your entrance slowly. He takes in every movement, every sound, every reaction that you give him as he slowly pushes in, listening to the way you moan shamelessly against Beomgyu’s cock from the stretch. 

He’s taking his time with you, giving experimental thrusts as he takes note of every movement that has you squealing against Boemgyu’s cock, the vibrations only serving for the man to let out a low hiss as he tightens his grip on your hair, a smug arrogance taking over him as you let him fuck his dick into your mouth freely. 

You’re caught between the two as they use you for their pleasure, rocking back and forth with every slow thrust that Taehyun delivers. His pace is brutal as he grinds into you, matching the rhythm Beomgyu has set as the two watch you fall apart at the stimulation. 

“Our little slut looks so good like this, doesn’t she?” Beomgyu says, grinning up at Taehyun as the words slip through his lips like second nature. “Taking us both like a good little cock whore.”

“Fuck, you feel so good princess,” the contrast of the two’s words makes you dizzy, the constant back and forth of praise and degradation making you stupid in the head as you’re left to nod at their every comment. You’re a mess of drool and tears as you let Beomgyu use you like his personal cock sleeve, fucking up into your mouth freely as he watches the tears stream freely from your eyes. 

“You’re perfect,” Taehyun grunts, positioning his hips harshly into yours as you rock back into Beomgyu’s cock, not needing to do anything at all as you let them control your every movement.

“And all ours.” Beomgyu adds, wiping your tears away as he grins down at you, the feeling of your throat swallowing around him making him stutter in his pace. 

It’s insane, and in no time, the coil in your stomach is getting ready to snap as Taehyun’s pace begins to get faster, the feeling of your warm walls fluttering around him driving him closer to his high as well. His grip on your hips is brutal, and you’re falling apart the moment he finds your clit, a long whine escaping you as you allow Beomgyu to continue to fuck your mouth. They can’t take their eyes off you, watching your every move as your mouth sinks down on Beomgyu’s cock, stilling on his length as you’re left to be nothing more than a fucktoy as Taehyun chases after his own pleasure. 

Beomgyu pulls you off of him, pulling your head up as he smiles as your fucked out face, your eyes glossy and mouth left open as Taehyun keeps thrusting into you, the sensitivity leaving you a whimpering mess. He’s in awe at the string of saliva that remains connected to his tip, your tongue left out in display lewdly as you allow Beomgyu to smack his dick on it. 

“That’s it, take it,” Beomgyu says, watching as you whimper weakly at his words, “you like being our little fucktoy, hmm?”

He laughs at the way you nod helplessly, not fully processing his words as you feel Taehyun still inside you, a broken moan escaping your lips as he pulls you back into him, hips fitting snugly against yours as he cums inside, filling you to the brim as he bottoms out. His voice is heavenly as he lets out a soft moan, a string of praise leaving his mouth in stark contrast to the filth that Beomgyu continues to spew.

It takes a moment before Taehyun finally pulls out, eyes stuck on the way his cum begins to leak out of you, not thinking twice before he’s gathering the substance in his fingers and pushing it back in, ignoring the shake in your legs and the overstimulated sounds that leave your lips. 

“Such a pretty sight,” Beomgyu sighs out, pushing you on your back as he immediately slots himself between your legs, watching the way your pussy is beginning to leak Taehyun’s cum once more. He grabs ahold of your thigh, wrapping the leg around his waist as he’s pushing in, the stretch much more different than Taehyun’s— unlike Taehyun, he was much girthier, leaving you to throw your head back at the feeling. It’s easier for him to slip inside, the feeling of Taehyun’s cum still inside you making the two of you groan, the wet noises that come from your cunt enough to make you embarrassed for days.

And unlike Taehyun, Beomgyu is quick to chase after what he wants; his pace is ruthless as he pounds against you, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room and drowning out the sounds that slip from your lips. He’s mean, whispering filthy things into your ear as he towers over you, his necklaces smacking against your face as your hands are wrapped around him, hugging him close to you as the hot feeling of pleasure strikes through you once more. 

Carelessly, your hand reaches up to lace itself in Beomgyu’s hair, tugging at it on a particularly harsher thrust, watching as his head is tugged back, an unabashed moan slipping past him. His scalp stings at the feeling, but he couldn’t care less as he watches you become a mess over his cock, your other hand reaching out to grasp Taehyun’s as you listen to his soft reassurance and praise. 

The two are enamoured by you, watching the way you react to their words, your body tensing as the familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching you appears again. Beomgyu can feel the moment you fall apart under his touch, the feeling of your walls squeezing and pumping against him making him follow after you, burying his head in your neck as he fills you up as well, biting your shoulder and lapping at your skin as he begins to leave marks. You’re a panting, sweaty mess as you lay there, the two boys collapsed next to you as you’re left in the middle, the feeling of Beomgyu having yet to pull out making you clench involuntarily around him. 

“Do that again and you won’t be walking for the next week,” Beomgyu grumbles against your skin, Taehyun leaving to go to the bathroom as he comes back with a damp towel, urging the two of you to get cleaned up, much to Beomgyu’s dismay. It takes a while, but you’re able to be pulled away from Beomgyu’s arms as they watch the way their cum begins to leak out of you, spilling over your thighs and the sheets as you try to pretend you don’t see the way their gaze turns primal at the sight— you find yourself sandwiched between the two men once more, small gasps and squeals leaving you as they both take turns shoving the liquid back inside, their mouths on each side of your neck as they leave marks that they’ll no doubt be teasing you about later. 

They don’t stop until you’re a crying and shaking mess, pleading softly for them to go easy on you as they finally let you go, finding yourself freshening up in the bathroom a few moments later. You’re dressed in nothing but a t-shirt that they let you borrow— you’re not sure whose it is, but you remember hearing them fight about it just outside the bathroom door. And as you place your phone back down, deciding to leave it on do not disturb for the rest of the night, you’re happy to find that the two have left a spot empty for you on the bed, looking at you expectantly the moment you come outside.

They refuse to let you go for the rest of the night, even when you complain that it’s getting stuffy— all they can do is hold onto you tighter, smiling at the way you always inevitably give in to their wishes. 

I’m sleeping over :) 

That was the last thing Taehyung had received from your phone before he completely lost contact with you.

Tae :] 

WHAT

YOU DID NOT…

OMG U BETTER TELL ME EVERYTHING TMMRW 

UR SO LUCKY AUGH

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In your campus, three mysteries swarmed the minds of those who attended— except you, of course.

The rumors about your professors were false; it had been started on a simple misconception after a student had seen the two out together one night— they didn’t  hook up, but the messy divorce definitely did happen.

Two, there was nothing that special in the library's super secret prohibited section; well, usually there wasn’t. It was filled with important documents, no doubt, but you’re sure that any student wouldn’t pay much attention to the files— their eyes would instead fall on the shocking sight that they would be met with.

“How long have you— ah— been allowed back here—?” 

“Just recently,” Beomgyu grins, watching as you’re pliant and eager to the two’s touch, the feeling of Taehyun’s hand slipping past your waistband and working its usual magic making you weak in the knees. They’re as annoying as ever, wrapped around your finger as they try and fail to keep their hands off you, their new shared interest dissolving any tension that may have remained. 

Working together doesn’t seem that bad now— seeing as they’ve found only success whenever they’re messing with you, flustering and teasing you like they were born to do so. 

Oh, and the third and final mystery; you would never have to worry about it. Because as Beomgyu’s soft lips met yours, the feeling of Taehyun sucking gently on the empty canvas of your skin doing nothing to keep you calm, you had no doubt that you weren’t a part of some sick game anymore. 

They were here to stay, and they made sure to show it to you any chance they got. 

Taglist:♡ @strawbrinkofdeath @bergandysam @hyukalovie @alienqbrain @jkprkerz @she-is-dreaming ♡

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ok so me and berrie came up with this silly little idea during her taegyu brain rot moment, tell me what you think about it!

@razsberrie is probably going to contribute to a lot of my works in the future, so I'm making them the tag "brainstorming with berrie" for anyone who's interested in seeing us go delulu together ^^

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Tutor!Taehyun x Tutor!Beomgyu x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, college au, semi-public sex, threesome, marking, biting, cream pie, unedited

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Tutor!Taehyun and Tutor!Beomgyu who are assigned to tutor you by the biology professor to help you stop from failing class.

Tutor!Taehyun and Tutor!Beomgyu who realize you're cute, and take this opportunity to make their move on you.

Tutor!Beomgyu who convinces Taehyun to pick a table at the library that only has two chairs, so that you're forced to sit on one of their laps. You decide to sit on Taehyun's lap, thinking it looks the most comfy.

Tutor!Taehyun who smiles at your choice, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on top of your shoulder.

Tutor!Beomgyu who gets annoyed at Taehyun's actions. Why hadn't you chosen him? He was obviously the better option. He was originally going to take things slow with you, but seeing you perched on Taehyun's lap like that just made his blood boil.

Tutor!Beomgyu who sees that you've answered a question wrong on the assignment, pulling you away from Taehyun lap and onto his instead. He plants a kiss on your neck, sucking and biting until he leaves a dark purple mark. He continues to do this for every question you mess up on.

Tutor!Taehyun who finds it suspicious that you're suddenly getting EVERY question wrong. It's almost like you were doing it on purpose to get Beomgyu to keep kissing your neck. "It seems you're not very good at this particular subject are you.... Why don't we switch to a different topic then? How about.... Sex ed?"

Tutor!Taehyun and Tutor!Beomgyu who not only give you a short lesson on sex ed, but also give demonstrations, later asking you to show them what you've learned so they know that you're retaining the information.

Tutor!Beomgyu who slides off your skirt and has you ride him. "You need this experience. Need to know how to make a baby properly. Unless you'd rather fail...?"

Tutor!Taehyun who reads off a list of sex positions out loud, telling Gyu to do these with you. "You have to know and experience every position to ace this class."

Tutor!Taehyun who jacks himself off while watching Beomgyu fuck you.

Tutor!Beomgyu who makes sure you experience everything. An orgasm, squirting, and most importantly.... A cream pie. How else were you supposed to know how to make a baby?

"There you are, filled to the brim with my seed. I think its safe to say you won't be failing for much longer."

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Sorry this is literally all over the place, I feel like I barely did the idea any justice 😭

Feel free to add onto this Berrie, in fact, please do-

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- too loud

- pairings: taehyun x beomgyu

- content: smut , dom top taehyun , btm beomgyu , rough sex , anal sex , face fucking , messy sex , semi-public sex , nipple play , blowjob , cowboy beomgyu , fingering , usage of f slur (i can reclaim) , degrading

- note: been wanting to write a taegyu smut for agesss theres js smth abt these two. wrote this at 3am so if my grammars bad sorry

beomgyu had just finished recording his lines for the upcoming comeback, happy that he’s finally done he sits down on the couch outside the studio, right next to taehyun who’s waiting for his turn after yeonjun.

beomgyu felt uncomfortable next to the younger man, earlier that day they both got into an argument which led into both of them to avoid any contact.

“so how’d it go hyung?” taehyun asks, arms crossed on his chest, manspreading with his blue jeans looking over at beomgyu who’s on his phone, obviously avoiding any type of contact with taehyun.

beomgyu notices his attempt to start a conversation before looking up from his phone and over at taehyun, his attention going right to taehyun’s posture. “it- it was fine” he says awkwardly obviously affected by taehyun’s presence before going back to using his phone.

minutes pass and quietness fills the room, both of them sitting there awkwardly. beomgyu stands up and starts walking over to the exit before feeling a hand grabbing his arm, pulling him into an empty room. beomgyu couldn’t even react before he was pushed against the wall, before opening his eyes he felt lips against his own, it was taehyun.

taehyun moved his hands around beomgyu’s body as he kissed him aggressively, grinding their bodies together before positioning himself against the door.

beomgyu couldn’t think. he didn’t care if it was a bad idea. he didn’t care if he was mad at taehyun anymore. he wanted his touch. “you’re so sexy” he said grabbing taehyun’s hair pushing his body against him, feeling taehyun’s now erect cock in his pants against his thigh.

“wanna fuck you so bad right now” taehyun spoke in between messy kisses, moaning into beomgyu’s mouth, exploring the other’s mouth with his tongue.

beomgyu quickly pulled up taehyun’s black shirt, exposing his muscular torso as he kissed his neck moving down to his nipples licking them playfully as he looked up at taehyun with his puppy eyes.

taehyun smirked looking down at beomgyu, throwing his head back in pleasure letting out a soft moan before looking back at beomgyu who’s licking and kissing his defined abs.

beomgyu quickly moved down to taehyun’s pants, stroking the noticeable bulge before removing his belt throwing it to the other side of the room. he swiftly pulled taehyun’s pants down exposing his huge cock bulging through his black tight underwear. without hesitation already craving his cock he pulls down taehyun’s underwear, his cock hitting him in the face, he shoves it in his mouth, bopping his head back and forth.

taehyun groaned as he took him whole. staring at beomgyu’s mouth moving around his dick. sloppy and messy sounds coming from his hyung, he moved his hands through beomgyu’s hair, caressing it slowly as he kept on moaning.

beomgyu almost choked right there, taehyun’s whole length hitting the back of his throat as he kept on sucking and moving his head up and down.

“fucking whore..” taehyun moaned softly, panting softy as well. his grip tightened on beomgyu’s hair as he started to thrust his cock down his throat, making him gag relentlessly. he forced beomgyu’s mouth to meet his crotch, pushing him down aggressively making him cough on his length.

beomgyu’s eyes started to water as he kept on taking taehyun’s cock. looking up at him again as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, causing him to gag even more, almost losing his breath.

taehyun pulled beomgyu away, saliva keeping beomgyu and his cock connected. he slapped beomgyu’s face, leaving a huge red mark whilst smirking seductively. he turned beomgyu around swiftly, pulling his pants and boxers down as he separated his asscheeks with both hands before spitting around his hole, without a warning, he shoved his middle finger in beomgyu’s tight hole fingering him as he inserted another two fingers.

beomgyu, now pushed against the wall, standing up, moaned loudly when he felt fingers around and in his tight hole. “taehyun.. please fuck me..” he begged eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“yeah? you want me to fuck you?” taehyun said standing up behind beomgyu, whispering in his ear. one hand moving down to beomgyu’s slim waist whilst his other hand moving to beomgyu’s head, pushing it against the wall before shoving his thick cock in beomgyu’s tight hole thrusting slowly at first before picking up his speed.

beomgyu moaned loudly against the wall, stuck in taehyun’s grip as he felt the younger man’s cock pushing deep around his walls. “you’re so big” he was able to say mixed with his moans, mumbling.

taehyun didn’t stop picking his speed up. his two grips on beomgyu’s body tightened as he fucked him harder and faster. they were both a moaning and groaning mess, beomgyu making the most noise. “you’re all mine slut..” taehyun whispered seductively in beomgyu’s ear.

“i- wanna ride you” beomgyu moaned loudly against the wall, breathing heavily as he took taehyun’s cock.

“beg.” taehyun demanded as he removed his hand from beomgyu’s head, holding his waist with both his hands for support as he moved inside beomgyu with an animalistic pace.

“please.. i wanna ride you terry.. please.. give it to me” he begged whining as he looked back at taehyun who’s all sweaty, muscles moving as he kept on thrusting.

“good boy..” taehyun smirked as he got down on the floor, resting his elbows on it for support, groaning and grunting loudly as beomgyu lowered himself onto his cock before he started to bounce.

as beomgyu started to bounce he started moaning louder than ever before, feeling his hole being destroyed by taehyun’s monstrous size. “so fucking biggggg” he whined as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“i know im big bitch.. you’re just a tight fucking fag” taehyun couldn’t stop groaning as he watched beomgyu’s bubble butt clapping against his crotch area, making him even more turned on as beomgyu arched his back.

beomgyu was so turned on by taehyun’s dirty talk he started to bounce even faster, feeling his climax building up. “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” he moaned as he came right up in the air, making a sticky mess.

taehyun felt beomgyu tighten around him which threw him over the edge, making him groan as he came right up into beomgyu’s hole, filling him up as cum dripped down his shaft.

both of them being a breathing mess they quickly got dressed and got out of the stall, taehyun walking over to the studio while beomgyu struggled to walk correctly to the exit, needing support grabbing the walls.

but what they didn’t know was the noise they made that day would’ve been recorded in yeonjun’s parts.

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cw: d**th by mvrder & su!c!de, violence

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a.n. this is the final chapter of suck torture. this fic is not (yet) a popular hit, but it’s definitely a major accomplishment for me. for eight months, i dedicated my free time to writing an elaborate multi-fandom vampire fanfic with light witchcraft, lighter werewolf lore, angst, fluff, smut, a polycule… and i couldn’t be more proud of the result. thank you for reading this roller coaster of a story. please share and leave feedback <3

My mother told me to pack my belongings to go into hiding. But I couldn't think of anything worth bringing. Without my father, my sister, or my brother, it felt so wrong to leave. It felt so wrong to leave Beomgyu and Taehyun behind. Somehow I was fine with leaving over one hundred years worth of memories in this house.

That's not the only thing that felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. I was empty and void of any positive feeling. I found myself in the darkness of the tower again, scaling the walls and pacing away my thoughts.

I couldn't believe we were going into hiding again. I couldn't believe it was the fault of my family. My mother doesn't deserve that. Maybe Yeji was right to leave.

"Hyunjin," My mother said, standing at the doorway, "I thought you'd be here. How are you feeling?"

"I don't know, mom. I don't want to go into hiding again."

"Neither do I. But we have to if we want to live."

"I'm so sorry. About dad, Niki, Yeji... I feel like I've failed you."

"It's okay, Hyunjin. We're a few years away from location rotation anyway."

Location rotation is a tradition vampires invented to see different vampire cities throughout our lifetime. There were a few cities in each country or state with vampire safe zones. We'd stay there for about a hundred years or so then move again.

But location rotation wasn't the same as hiding in the slightest. Location rotation always provided a safe space. There is no safe space when you're hiding.

"Right, I forgot about that."

"I know why you feel the way you do. And I understand that I can't change that for you," She said, "All I can tell you with utmost virtue, Hyunjin, is that I love you no matter what happens. Until the sun burns us all."

And that meant everything to me. I realized that it was wrong for me to mope about going into hiding without my dad, my siblings or Beomgyu. My mother, the woman who turned herself to give me life, is all I needed. I couldn't say that I loved this life with honesty. But it was an honor to live it from her.

"I love you too, mom," I ran to her and hugged her, "Until the sun burns out."

Her hold was warm, not in the way Beomgyu's was. It wasn't physically warm, but emotionally. Her warmth was simply maternal. Safe.

A loud crash of the tower window stripped the safety from the room. My mother flinched beneath me and I protected her against any falling debris. When I was certain that glass wasn't coming down anymore, I looked over my shoulder to find the most terrifying pair I'd ever seen in my life: a blood-coated Niki and a Felix on his back.

"What have you done?" I whispered under my breath.

"Niki?" Mother gasped, putting her hand over her mouth, "He looks so–."

"Mom, you have to get out of here."

"That's my son." She cried, eyes welling up with tears.

I nudged her out of the door and shut it behind me.

"That's not your son. There's not a hint of Niki left in that demon mom. He's gone."

"But–."

"Listen to me–." I held her by her delicate shoulders.

"Come on, Hyunjin. It's just your brother and I. Don't be scared of us." Felix's voice boomed through the wooden door.

"I know you're strong enough without me, that you're stronger than me. But I'm the last man standing. I got us into this, the least I can do is protect you through this."

"Hyunjin..."

"Go, mom," I begged, "Now."

She didn't want to, but she hugged me one last time, tightly squeezing my shoulders before whispering, "Until the sun burns out."

She raced down the stairs after giving me one more reaffirming look.

I opened the door behind me and Felix was steady on the floor while Niki was flying near the open ceiling.

"Felix, why are you here with Niki?"

"Isn't it obvious," Felix asked, walking towards me in slow steps, "Niki did a killing spree starting with half the council and continuing with six humans. You know I have family on the council."

Fuck. I felt myself subconsciously stepping back the closer Felix got, glancing up at Niki every so often.

"That's right. See if you had just married me, this wouldn't have happened. Niki would've been safe."

The door bursted open behind me and in came Beomgyu and Taehyun.

"Beomgyu?"

"Felix."

"Oh, of course Beomgyu's here and he's a fucking vampire," Felix yelled, "You really turned a pathetic human into a vampire instead of just marrying a real one. God, maybe I really dodged the bullet."

"Felix," I gulped, my brain worked overtime to resolve this quickly without it getting worse, "My mother and I are going into hiding. I suggest you do too. If you come with me, will you promise not to hurt Beomgyu and Taehyun?"

He just scoffed, coming to me in a flash. He was so dangerously close to me that his breath tickled my neck. I didn't want to be near him ever again after what happened at the apartment. So for him to be that close sickened me.

"I was never going to hurt your precious toys. That's Niki's job now," Felix said lowly, "However, I do find it funny that because Niki is my toy, you now see the value in having me around. I thought I was just an obsessive vampire."

"You are," I cut in, "But you're right. You were always right. And something in my head always knew, but I didn't listen. If there's a chance to show you that I'm sorry, I'd like to take it."

"I've waited quite patiently for you to say those words to me. I'm almost tempted to say yes. But I'm no longer in love with you, Hyunjin," He said, "I have new plans. And they aren't centered around you or love. Just me and power. And while I'm in power, you won't need to go into hiding."

In the blink of an eye, Beomgyu jumped in front of me and sent Felix flying across the room. He resorted to his bat state to prevent his fall, turning back when he came closer to the ground.

"Beomgyu's right. No more talking," Felix growled, "Niki, remember the one who abandoned us? Sick 'im."

As Niki used his demonic strength to attack me, I held my already wounded arms in front of my face. Part of me wanted to see my brother in that monster. The other part remembered what I had just told my mother. Niki was gone and I had to treat him like the monster he was.

Kicked him in his chest, which only deterred him a little bit. His claws continued to maul me. I had to find the power in me to overthrow him. It felt impossible until I saw Beomgyu in the corner of my eye with Felix stalking behind him. He could protect himself, but he just got those powers. There was no telling if he'd survive Felix again.

I toppled Niki, holding his neck under my arm and reaching behind him to tug at his wings. I pulled hard and it felt like they weren't budging. But when I heard Niki's ear splitting shriek, I knew I did some damage.

So I kept pulling until I heard a tear. That tear drove him insane, flying wildly for a few seconds before becoming stable on his feet again. With his back turned to me, I noticed the wing beginning to heal itself. So I attacked again at my highest speed. I pulled hard at his wings with my feet to his back. If I could immobilize him, it was the start to defeating him. My palms began to bleed and my arms were getting weak, but I'd finally stripped him of his wings.

"No." Felix shouted.

His deafening shrieks filled the room as he fell to his knees. He looked back at me, red eyes flickering in defeat. Kill me and I'll thank you, I read before his eyes went fully red again. My heart ached.

"Beomgyu, help me hold him down," I shouted, but he didn't move, "Hurry."

"What if I'm not strong enough?"

"You're just as strong as me, now come on."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards me only for him to be stopped in place. On the other side of him was Felix, grabbing onto him as well. Beomgyu kicked Felix to the other side of the room and sent him plastered to the wall.

It was a terrible time to have those thoughts, but Beomgyu's new powers were truly remarkable.

Niki was on his stomach, squirming and bleeding from his back. I had his right side while Beomgyu had his left.

"We have to extract his vampire blood." I said quietly.

"I-I can't."

"You have to or we all die."

"But–." The smell of fear and discomfort coated him. I felt bad, but we had no other choice.

"Please, it'll only take a second if we both do it." I said as Niki started to regain strength, uprooting us from our hold on him.

Beomgyu swallowed hard and opened his mouth, fangs pointed and ready. He shut his eyes and plunged his teeth into Niki's neck.

"Taehyun," I shouted, "You have to cast an exorcism spell on Niki."

"What?"

"No." Felix shouted.

There was no time to answer him, I had to bite Niki and help Beomgyu. I sank my teeth into his neck and let his bitter blood rage down my throat. I felt him become weaker and weaker. But not completely.

"Taehyun, please you're the only one who can." I said, letting up on Niki's neck for a moment.

"I don't know how."

I silently pleaded with him to try. Try to kill the demon inside. It was beyond my control and the only solution I could fathom.

"You will if you try."

I wasn't certain about witch's abilities. But I felt that if something was in his blood, he'd know how to use it if he had to. Like when Taehyun opened the door at the party. I was aware how unlocking a door and exercising a demon were considerably different. But I had faith in Taehyun, I had to.

Soon, all of his vampiric blood was drained from his body. He was completely limp once Beomgyu and I let up on him. Except for the violent spasms he randomly got. That must've been the demon in him.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Felix taunting Taehyun. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, unprepared for Felix's menacing presence.

His physique didn't allow Felix to affect him much, but it still caught him off guard. But as Felix's blood thirsty fangs inched closer to Taehyun's neck, his defense slowly withered.

The second I ran to him was the second Felix bit him. The light in his eyes drained so quickly. It broke me.

But it didn't break Beomgyu, as he ran to him and tore Felix off of Taehyun. He wasn't aware of his strength. I could tell since he sent Felix flying into me. He grunted in pain.

"This is how it was supposed to be." He muttered.

"What are you on about?"

"Them two and us two," He said lowly, "But it doesn't matter now, I don't care."

He pushed me into the floor, causing my body to sink in the floorboards.

"No, Felix, I think you care a lot," I flipped over my head and into the floor as well, "I think you care more than you should."

"So what if I do?" He charged at me again.

He swung his arms at my head, but I dodged every blow. I got him in the chest one time and that knocked him back a few steps. That's when he clocked me in my jaw, slightly dislocating my neck. My head was turned a tad out of origin. As it slowly popped back into place, I grabbed his arm and threw him into the wall behind us. He fell to the floor, leaving the silhouette of his body engraved on that spot in the wall.

"Damn, fighting you is almost as exhilarating as making love to you." He gasped, looking up at me with blood filling his eyes.

Something about him being close to death froze me in place. Though I didn't want to spend my life with Felix, I didn't want to see him dead.

"You're insane." I said.

"Maybe. But at least I didn't doom vampires to shit." He was beginning to lift himself up, smiling and gearing up to attack again. But I ran to him and pounded his head into the ground.

He didn't recover from that.

"Come on, Tae," I heard Beomgyu in the distance. I raced over to his side, "I have to turn him or he's gonna die."

"If you're too scared, I can do it."

"No, I want to do it, I just," He breathed out nervously, "Don't know how."

"Bite into your wrist," I said and he hesitated, "Quickly, before you're out of time."

I heard the sound of his skin coming undone, smell his husky woodland blood. There were still traces of human blood in him. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

"Let him feed on you." I instructed.

Beomgyu lifted Taehyun's head into his lap and put his wrist to Taehyun's mouth. Both of us were desperately hoping it wasn't too late.

"It's not working." Beomgyu panicked.

"Just wait."

Just then, I saw Taehyun's adam's apple bob in his throat.

"He swallowed," I said, "Don't stop."

His beautifully tan skin slowly became pale. The brown in his hair became richer and fuller. It was working. His eyelids opened slowly, revealing alluring deep red retinas. The look of our kind isn't natural looking at all, but it suited him. I put my hand to his face and his hand met mine.

"You turned me?" He asked.

"I needed to protect you. Even if–." Beomgyu started.

Taehyun sat up and kissed Beomgyu. They caressed each other so lovingly. They seemed insufferable, but Taehyun hugged me tightly too.

Thank you.

"I love you." Beomgyu said.

"I love you too." He said, looking deeply into Beomgyu's eyes. He looked to me too, eyebrows twitching together.

No words could express his gratitude or his love for the both of us. And after all the turmoil, I was glad to at least see him so happy.

"Would you go find my mom and check on her please," I asked him, "She's probably worried."

"Of course." He said, racing to the door of the tower.

"Wait." Beomgyu said quietly.

Taehyun raced back to Beomgyu's side.

"Yes?"

"Take this." Beomgyu said as he took his hand and pushed his beaded bracelet onto Taehyun's wrist, "I want you to have it."

"Thank you." He said swiftly before going to the door again and leaving.

"Now he'll be okay." Beomgyu muttered to himself.

"What do you mean?"

He just looked up at the broken ceiling. The sky was dark blue, slowly emerging to a brighter blue. He stood up, jumped and transformed into his bat form. He was a natural. He flew up and out of the tower. I followed him.

He settled in the garden in the backyard, standing and staring at the greenery.

"It's enchanting."

"It's more enchanting in spring. But we won't be here to see it," I said, "And there's no gardeners to maintain it. Maybe you will since you're not coming."

"I won't see it either."

"So you are coming with us?" The hint of hope in my voice sounded uncharacteristic.

"I didn't say that."

"Don't be so cryptic, Beomgyu," He avoided my eyes, but also wasn't looking at anything in particular, "What're you doing?"

He looked up at the sky without answering me. The sky that only became brighter by the second.

"Beomgyu, I think we should go inside..."

"I love you, Hyunjin. And thanks for giving me the chance to save Taehyun," He said calmly, "I'm not so mad at you anymore."

"I'm elated to hear that, Beomgyu," I pressed, anxiously looking at the sky and sensing the sunrise from the corner of my eye, "But we really should go inside."

"Do you regret meeting me?"

"I've been alive for hundreds of years, but I've never felt more alive than in the month that I've known you. I could never regret meeting you."

"Even if everything fell apart."

"I'd never blame you for any of this."

"Okay. Then I can go in peace."

"Go where? Beomgyu, what're you talking about?"

Then he finally looked at me, eyes wet and pleading. His brain was quiet for the first time. Completely silent with no overlapping thoughts. Without any clouds to block it, rays of sunshine began to peak through the trees. We were barely dodging them.

That's when I finally understood. I watched a ray of sunshine chase Beomgyu's skin and before it hit him, I grabbed his hand. I had no intentions to move him. I had every intention to stay right there.

I told my mother that I'll love her until the sun burns out. I told Beomgyu I'd love him forever. I will. I promise I will.

Relief washed over my body as the warmth of the winter sun met my skin. My dermas crystalized and stung, but I loved it. It was like receiving a hug from Beomgyu. Before I turned him.

I wished Niki peace in his after life, even if he was damned to hell. I hoped Felix was set free from whatever made him so obsessive. I wished happiness for Yeji in America. And justice for Father's trial, whatever that may be. I prayed that Mother and Taehyun will remain safe while in hiding. And that they wouldn't have to hide for long.

Until the sun burns out, until the sun burns me. I love you.