PSA: Do Not Go to the Archive Closet Alone
"Good morning team,
I hope this email receives you well. It has been brought to my attention that in the fifth floor, the door to the archive closet has begun to malfunction, and has locked employees in on occasion. As maintenance is busy ensuring the remodel to the third floor lobby is finished ASAP, it may take a few days before the door can be fixed; that being said, please do not go to the closet alone, and bring a person to hold the door open for you instead. We thank you for your patience at this time and hope to resolve the issue soon.
Sincerely,
Manager Lee."
beomgyu x fem!reader x taehyun
Genre: office au, work friends(?) to something more, smut smut smut!!!! no plot.
Word Count : 5.8K
warnings: DUBCON/NONCON!! (mc protests, they ignore her, she secretly wants them too) beomgyu is so insane, soft dom! taehyun, hard dom! beomgyu (with thee slightest of hints of sub gyu at the end), sub! mc, dry humping, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, threesome, semi-public sex? pet name galore (sweetie, pretty, angel, good girl, etc.), spanking, breast play, begging, sir kink, fingering, choking, masturbating, hand jobs, hair pulling, biting, praise, a little mxm actionnnnn >__<, finger sucking, cum play, lmk if i missed anything!
notes: oh nothing, just thinking about being shoved in an uppuz sandwich.
[While this story isn't necessarily "dark", I ask you read the warnings carefully; I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume.]
It's officialâ this is the stupidest situation you've ever found yourself in. It beats the time you blasted your text messages shit-talking the office on the television instead of your proposal presentation, or the time you accidentally revealed a marketing strategy to an acquaintance you later found worked at a competing company. Yeah⊠this might outdo all that.
"Get off!"
"I can't! Something fell behind me!"
Following Taehyun to the storage closet to help him get archives from the past five years of marketing strategies was fine. Easy enough. Beomgyu trailing behind, insisting to help by holding open the door that was known to need fixing due to it's faulty doorknob was also fine. Beomgyu jumping in to stop a box from falling on your head, letting the door shut behind him and cramping all of you in the tiny space, was not.
You're a jumble of tangled limbs in the blink of an eyeâ you've fallen back against Taehyun, pinning him against the shelf while Beomgyu tries to keep himself from falling on top of you; you hear a thump, and you're all groaning as the space between you three closes.
"Nghâ c'mon, I can't breathe here!" it's a lie, but you try your best to squirm around anyway, pushing Beomgyu's chest and arching back away from himâ but right into Taehyun, pressing him against the shelf as he grabs your waist and curses in your ear that you're squishing him. "Beomgyu, stop leaning on me!"
"Stop fucking moving," Taehyun snaps. The two of you instantly quiet down. "You're both crushing me."
"I'm sorry," you whisper out, and the two scoff. Taehyun's head rests on your shoulder, and Beomgyu is still looming over you. The three of you fall silent as you try to think of what to do.
Okay, it could be worse; you start there. Taehyun and Beomgyu aren't terrible people to get stuck in a closet with, you suppose. They're nice enough to work with, polite and fun to talk toâ you'd even go as far as saying you're work friends, and if you're going to be stuck here for a while (which is likely, considering the office is empty now), then it won't be terribly awkward. At least, as not-awkward as it can be when you're sandwiched between them.
"Either of you know any tricks to unlock the door?" You try.
"Nope."
"None."
"OkayâŠ" you gulp. Beomgyu's body is smothering your face, and all you can smell is hisâ perfume? It's floral and clean, suiting for such a beautiful man. "Anyone we can call to get us out?"
"Not that I know of," Taehyun says. Fuck, the smell of his shampoo is invading your sensesâ you feel like you're going crazy with how good these two men smell. "We were the only ones left in the office. Maintenance doesn't come on Fridays, and the cleaning crew left thirty minutes ago."
"Wow, that's great," you groan, dropping your head back against Taehyun's shoulder, only to straighten after realizing the intimacy of it. "What about people in the department?"
"You really think someone's gonna answer a company call? At 8PM on a Friday?" Beomgyu says.
You scoff. "It wouldn't hurt to try!"
"Okay, then call someone you think would answer."
You shift around to grab your phone, and the two men are complaining that you don't need to wiggle around so muchâ a minute passes as you scroll through your contacts, debating on who would be most likely to answer. When you finally decide, you let the call ring out on speaker.
It rings.
And rings. And rings.
Then cuts off abruptly.
"What the fuck?" your mouth is wide open as you try again, only for you to be hung up on again. The two looming over you chuckle.
"Guess she's still not over the text messages." Beomgyu teases.
"It wasn't even fucking about her!"
"It was about the guy she was crushing on though." Taehyun chimes in.
"Whatever," you grumble, "it's not my fault she can't handle the fact that her crush is a weirdo."
The two don't bother refuting thatâ because who the fuck is delivering suggestive anime figures to the office? Accident or not, that figurine made your stomach churn just looking at it.
"Okay then, I'm all out of options," you sighâ because the only other people you're confident would come to your aid are trapped in the closet with you. "What about you two?"
"Nah."
"I don't make friends with my coworkers."
"Ouch," you say, though you know better than to take Taehyun seriously. After all, it couldn't be true with the way he's gotten himself comfortable with you now. Not to mention that him and Beomgyu are inseparable, despite their constant quarrels.
A long silence ensues. You can't hide nerves in your voice as you speak. "Are we seriously stuck in here then?"
"âŠI doubt it," Taehyun says, "maybe there's still someone hanging around the office."
The silence that follows after is much worseâ Taehyun's attempt of reassuring you was appreciated, but it didn't help much, as you feel yourself becoming restless at the thought of being stuck in this closet all nightâ or weekend. Does the cleaning crew come on weekends? You don't remember. Maybe you'll have to call a non-emergency number; it'd be humiliating to have the office find out about your predicament, but anything beats being stuck in this dusty closet.
You're shifting this way and that, your limbs getting cramped up after trying to remain still to not worsen your position. But your overthinking mind has made you lose rationality, as you're wiggling around to try and get away from the two men to no avail. They scold you to stop, their bodies taut and their commands so firm you can't help but instantly listen. You haven't moved an inch, and all you've done is mess up everyone's balance, your bodies pressed firmly together.
Your foot is angled terribly, and if you remain standing like this, you'll lose balance and make things worse. Once more, you shift, and they both tense. Then you feel it.
Against the swell of your ass. Against your thigh. Hot and thick and throbbing against your bunched up skirt, against your stockings, the deep rise and fall of their chests suddenly making more sense.
"Something wrong?" Taehyun is the first to notice you've gone stiff. "Are you claustrophobic? You're breathing pretty heavily."
"I mean, I'm kinda stuck between you two now, wouldn't it make sense to freak out?" you say. "Not a lot of space here."
"Sorry, are we making you uncomfortable?" Taehyun says, "I can assure you no one wants to be here like this. If I could, I'd step away."
"No, that's not it."
You finally meet Beomgyu's eyes. You don't like how he's looking at you, his face dimly lit by the fluorescent office lights that leak through the cracks of the door. Like he knows better than you.
"You feel it, don't you?" he looks down at where your thigh continues to press against his crotch. He lets out a shaky breath. "Both of us."
"Bothâ?" Taehyun's head snaps up, glaring at Beomgyu. "The hell are you talking about?"
"Don't play stupid, Taehyunie," Beomgyu coos, "your face gives you away."
He takes a hold of your chin, tilting it up. "Yours too."
You try to glare at him. "I'm not sure I follow."
"God, can we stop playing innocent here?" Beomgyu throws his head back in frustration. "No one's coming to get us anytime soon, and we're all stuck pressed up on each other. You feel what it's doing to us. You like it."
"Choi Beomgyu," you gasp out, "This is highly unprofessionâ oh,"
He's grinding on your thigh, his eyes never leaving yours. His thick brows furrow, and his mouth parts to let out a soft sigh. He feels so warm against you, shifting slightly so he can grind right against your inner thigh; your cheeks are warming up at the way you whimper softly.
Taehyun hisses. "Shit."
"See?" Beomgyu huffs, punctuating it with a thrust aimed at the apex of your thigh; you gasp, jolting against Taehyun who only holds you tighter. "Told'ya she likes it."
"Iâ I don't," you whine, hands grabbing onto Beomgyu's button up, scrunching it in your hands. Your eyes fall to where his hips grind, a tight tent against his pants, and you squint your eyes to find a small dark spot building. "This is wrong, we're going to get in trouble."
"Then we need to make sure no one finds out," Beomgyu hunches forward, his breath on your lips as he pants and groans, letting out a soft fuck. Your eyes are fluttering shut, mouth parting as you find yourself leaning in. He looks up at Taehyun just as you do. "Right Taehyunie?"
You can only feel Taehyun getting harder behind you; his fingers are dug so deeply in your skin that all he's doing now is holding you still for Beomgyu, who in turn keeps thrusting you against him. Taehyun's breath against your neck has you shivering, head leaning back against him as you feel your legs shake from the awkward position.
"Hurry up then," Taehyun grits out, "If I end up cumming in my pants, I'll kill you."
"You heard him right sweetie?" Beomgyu laughs, "Spread your legs a little more, yeah?"
"Beomgyu no," you say, "are you crazy? We're working, we're in the officeâ"
"After hours, with no one around to interrupt us." He's bunching up your skirt even more, giggling at the way you slap his hands, "All I'm hearing is that you're scared we'll get caught. And we won't. So what's the problem here?"
You try to crane your head back, meeting Taehyun's gaze in hopes that he'll be rational and tell Beomgyu to keep it in his pantsâ he raises his brow at you instead. When you look back at Beomgyu with wide eyes, he grins.
"Yeah, that's what I figured."
His hands rub up your legs, smoothing over your inner thighs appreciatively. His hand cups your cunt, just to feel how hot you are against his palm, and he curses when he feels the dampness seeping through the fabric. Without warning, he rips a hole in your tights, and you jump back against Taehyun.
"Beomgyu!"
"You sound so cute like that," He grins, reaching up to squish your cheeks in his hand; his nails dig in just a little too much, and you winceâ he seems to like your reaction. "Makes me wanna be rougher with you."
"Stop talking like that, you're freaking her out," Taehyun rolls his eyes, "You want her to change her mind because you're acting like a weirdo?"
You bristle. "I never made up my mind in the first placeâ"
When Beomgyu pulls your face to kiss him, you let out a startled yelp. His hand goes from holding your face to the back of your nape, pulling you into his mouth until you feel like you can't possibly get closer. His lips are plump and his kiss is vicious, parting your mouth so he can shove his tongue in and get a proper taste of you. You whine, putting your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, and kiss him back. When he feels you leaning forward in search for more, he bites your lip and pulls away with a laugh.
"You don't need to play hard to get anymore. Y'know that, right?" He smooths out your hair, the gesture unexpectedly gentle. "Though it's hot when you pretend to fight back."
"God, if you don't hurry up then I'll just take my turn first." Taehyun's words have you flushing with heat, the unexpected filth making you buzz with excitement. The two argue about who should have you first, and you're trapped between them while you try to pretend that this isn't just something you've dreamt about and shamed yourself over time and time again.
"Sorry, sorry," Beomgyu shrugs, pushing your panties aside with rough fingers. He swipes his fingers through your folds, whistling when he feels how wet you are. He stares you down while he continues to circle your entrance. "You heard our darling, right? I'll take my time with you next time, I swear."
Next time? You don't get to think too much on what he's implying, because next thing you know, his tip is at your entrance, and he's pushing in.
Oh god.
"Oh god," you struggle to breathe out, nails digging into Beomgyu's shoulders; your other hand flies down to where Taehyun continues to hold your waist, and his fingers part just enough so you can intertwine your hand with his. "Can youâ fuckâ slow down? Please?"
"Slow down? Seriously?" Beomgyu's brows are scrunched together, his finger circling lightly on your clitâ teasing, slow circles that make you clench around him and make his breath stutter. "How am I supposed to slow down when you feel like this?"
Despite his petulance, he proceeds to go a little slower, pushing in until his pelvis is flush against yours, grinding his hips deep inside you as he swoops down to bring you into another kiss. His free hand reaches for your thigh again, hoisting it up on his hip to get better access. He fucks you slow and deep, panting into your mouth when you squeeze him, smiling coyly when you whine against his lips.
"She sounds so nice, doesn't she Taehyunie?"
"Yeah," Taehyun sounds breathless, "even better when you shut the fuck up."
"Don't be mean," Beomgyu pouts, his grip on your thigh tightening as he begins to fuck you harder, bringing out little squeaks from you with every thrust, "she likes it when I talk to her like this. Don't you, baby?"
"No," you say, "it's aâannoying."
"Is it?" His finger on your clit is firmer, matching his thrusts that have become cruel; the small closet is filled with the sounds of him slamming into your cunt and your stifled moansâ though you try to pay attention to the way Taehyun occasionally groans and hisses behind you as well. Beomgyu spanks your thigh, and your attention is snapping back to him; he wears a cocky smile that makes you frown, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he rolls his hips to aim for your sweet spot. When he finds it, you let out a long whine, your body slumping back in defeat. "Then how come you were so wet before I even touched you?"
You bite down on your lip, trying to quiet down in spite of himâ it doesn't work of course, because he's found just the right spots to get you to jolt with pleasure, your facade falling apart the second Taehyun's hand makes quick work to unbutton your shirt, fingers slipping beneath your bra to tug and twist at your nipples; when you feel his lips trailing kisses down your neck, you let out a weak whimper.
"Don't get quiet on us baby," Taehyun murmurs against your skin, "just ignore him."
"Ignore him?" the stimulation is getting to be too much, and you feel yourself getting wound up in no time. Your brain is a muddled mess of senses, hyper aware of even their breath on your skin. Beomgyu huffs, digging his nails into your thigh. "When I'm the one making you feel this good?"
"Don't you try to ignore me when I'm the one that's gonna make you cum," Beomgyu lets go of your thigh to squish your cheeks and bring your face close to his.
"Look at me," he breathes out, "you gonna cum, sweet thing? I can feel you squeezing me."
He doesn't let go of your face, and you're forced to talk through a pout. "Uh-huhâ please, wanna cumâ please?"
Beomgyu looks at Taehyun, chuckling smugly before he smiles at you.
"So polite," he coos, "but you think you deserve it? After talking to me like that? Sayin' I'm annoying?"
You try to protest, but you can barely make a sentence through your moans, "Y-you're rightâ ah, m'sorryâ please, please let me cumâŠ"
Beomgyu is soaking this in, you can tellâ he doesn't say anything for a moment, observing you carefully instead; the way your eyes plea silently to him, your bitten lips that are left open and panting, and the way his cock disappears inside youâ the squelching noise that comes from his sudden thrusts, your warm body that trembles under himâ and he lets out a condescending laugh, switching up his pace so he's pulling all the way out, just to bottom out in you as slow as possible.
"That's not enough for me baby," He bites his lip, concentrating on not cumming as well, "you gotta beg for it."
Taehyun chuckles behind you, and you whine. "Please⊠please don't make meâ do that."
Beomgyu merely grins. "Looks like you don't want it enough then."
Taehyun pinches your nipple, and you yelp when it's followed by his teeth sinking into your shoulderâ enough to give you a quick sting, but not enough to injure you.
"C'mon pretty, be good and ask him to let you cum, yeah?" His hand slides back down to your hip, just so he can press his hard-on against your ass, "I don't think I can wait any longer for my turn."
"Ah, noâŠ" you can feel your face heat up, meeting Beomgyu's cocky gaze, "it's embarrassing."
"Poor girl," he coos, though it's followed by a condescending laugh, "looks like we'll be here all night then."
"Which, honestlyâŠ" he slows down, grinning as he watches your cunt stretch around his cock, a thick white ring forming at the base, "I don't really mind."
Taehyun scoffsâ his hand on your breast slides up to grab your throat, his fingers wrapping around you effortlessly. He's tilting your head back toward him, bringing his lips close to your ear as he tightens his hold on you.
"C'mon baby, need you to stop being difficult," he murmurs, his voice tense from waiting, "You gonna be good and listen to me?"
"Uh-huh."
"Good," he places a soft kiss to your temple. "Repeat after me, okay?"
Beomgyu is entertained by the spectacle in front of him, it shows all over his face; his eyes are dark as he watches Taehyun whisper in your ear, your glistening eyes fluttering open to meet hisâ you're dazed with pleasure, barely holding off from cumming as you whine out to him, not thinking much of what you're saying.
"Beomgyuâ 'm sorry for being mean," you're trying your best to keep your eyes on himâ it's cute how embarrassed you are, and Beomgyu grins as you hesitate to continue.
"I'll be a good girl now," His smile tenses at thatâ he's picking up the pace now, tears welling up in your eyes from the pleasure, "Please, canâ can I cum, sir?"
"Oh, fuck," Beomgyu shivers at your weak pleaâ he leans back down to crash his lips against yours, his pace brutal as he begins to slam into you carelessly. It's hard to keep up with his hungry kiss, becoming a mess of spit and teeth as he moans shamelessly against your lips; he pulls back just enough to pant and whine, "yes, of course you can, sweet angelâ c'mon, let me feel it."
Your whole body tenses when you finally let go, a long whine of Beomgyu's name leaving you as your high crashes, waves of pleasure overtaking you as you clench around Beomgyu's cock, listening to him moan and praise you breathlessly. The two don't take their eyes off you for a second, watching your body shake and your eyes squeeze shut. Beomgyu slows to a stop after your body slumps against Taehyun's, rely on the two men to hold you up.
"So perfect," Beomgyu gives you a soft kiss, "God, you put on quite a show."
"Shut up," you say, though it's only met with a soft spank to your thighâ you yelp at the sensation, and Beomgyu smooths his palm against the spot.
Beomgyu has yet to pull out yetâ just when you're about to tease him about it, you realize why that is as you feel him throb inside you.
"Beomgyu," you breathe out, "you haven't cum yet."
He looks more than ready to shrug off your comment and give you some lame excuse that it's fineâ before he can open his mouth, you're wrapping your leg around his hip and pressing him in; a choked moan leaves him at the sensation of you clenching around him.
"CanâŠ" you hesitate, but push through regardless. "Can you cum inside?"
It's silent. You wonder if you've gone too far, ready to take it back when the two men make eye contact and begin to laugh in disbelief.
"Jesus, baby. You really know how to kill a man," Beomgyu's voice is strained, his hips beginning to move againâ but his rhythm is sloppy, and he can barely hold back his moans as he fucks you, "You sure about this?"
"Yes," you whine, shivering at the overstimulation, "Please, I want you to fill me up, sir."
You're too smart for your own goodâ as soon as the title leaves your lips, Beomgyu's head is falling back and his hips are pressing impossibly deep inside you, pulling your hips against his as he grinds into you and cums. He continues to fuck you through his orgasm, hissing out curses and whining your name like it's the sweetest thing on his tongueâ when his high has washed away, he leans back into you to catch your lips in a last, chaste kiss.
"Fuck, you're dangerous," he murmurs, "why haven't we done this sooner?"
"Well, I don't think we've gotten locked in the archive closet before."
You're pulling away from Beomgyu's lips to laugh at Taehyun's comment, the former rolling his eyes and calling Taehyun a smart-ass. You're barely given a moment before Beomgyu is pulling out, grinning at the way you whimper at the loss of him inside you.
"Here," he says, bringing his fingers to your cunt to catch his dripping cum, only to stuff his digits inside you, "don't want this going to waste, right?"
"Beomgyu, fuckâ" you twitch as his fingers curl inside, massaging your sweet spot, "too muchâ 'm sensitive."
"Do you need a break?" Taehyun chimes in, "We can stop here if you want."
"No," you're quick to say, and the two men laugh at your eagernessâ you try to ignore the way your face is heating up as you reach up for Taehyun's hand on your throat, lacing your fingers with his as you look over your shoulder at him. "I wanna feel you too."
"Is that right?" he says, breathless at the way you flutter your eyes at him and nod; his free hand snakes around your waist to push you back against him, caressing your skin idly, "well, how could I say no to such a pretty thing?"
Taehyun is adjusting your position so he can get better access to youâ you end up leaning forward against Beomgyu, pinning him against the shelf behind him as Taehyun bunches your skirt up your hips a little more; his hand caress from your thighs to your ass, and you feel his gaze sweeping over your arched figure appreciatively. His hands land on your hips, moving your panties to the side again and circling his fingers around your entrance; you squirm in anticipation, and he chuckles.
"Don't tell me you're getting impatient?" he coos, his fingers dipping in teasingly before going up to circle your clit, "such a greedy girl."
He's only gliding his tip across your slit now, slapping the head of his cock against your clit to watch your squirmâ but even so, you can feel how big he is, can feel the thickness of his length as he thrusts between your thighs, continuing to hiss quietly in your ear each time his tip catches against his entrance.
"Taehyun, stop teasingâŠ" you whimper, leaning your head against Beomgyu's chest; his hand comes up to caress your head affectionately.
"M'kay baby, I'm sorry," Taehyun is surprisingly quick to give in to your commands, lining himself up before beginning to push into your cuntâ though he's not as long as Beomgyu, he's definitely thicker, with a curve that aims straight for your sweet spot; your body tenses instant, mewling pathetically the moment Taehyun nestles perfectly into your cunt, drawing out a curse from him as you flutter around his length.
"Feels good?" he asks, running a hand down your spine, pushing against the small of your back to make you arch for him a little more, "You feel so perfect baby."
Slowly, he begins to move, listening for the way your breath hitches and your moans break when he slams back in and grinds against you. He lets you savor the stretch, rolling his hips into you and hitting spots that make you see stars. Slowly, he begins to speed up, until his hips are smacking against your ass and you're getting jolted against Beomgyu. It feels amazingâ though as you peek over your shoulder, you find Taehyun focusing on the way your cunt takes his cock, his brows furrowed in frustration and his body tense.
"MâŠmoreâŠ" you can't help but murmur, the pace he set too safe for your likingâ the moment the request registers in his brain, Taehyun is reaching out for your hair, using it as leverage to pull you back against him, your back arching as he continues to fuck you.
"More?" he asks, his thrusts becoming rougher, "how do you want it, baby?"
"Iâ" the words die on your tongue the second his hand falls to your throat again, squeezing just enough to have your brain cloud up, "I don't want you to hold back."
"Are you sure?" his voice is strained, and you feel the tension melt away from him the moment you nod, "god, you're such a perfect little angel."
You feel the shift instantly; his hands are greedy as his fingertips sink into your skin, restricting your oxygen and grabbing your hips to fuck back against him. He shifts into something more possessive, eager to claim you as he fucks you rough and deepâ his mouth doesn't leave your neck once, sucking and sinking his teeth into your skin, murmuring praises all the while. Your eyes are hazy as they flutter open, widening at the sight that you're met with.
"God, you two look soâ so good," Beomgyu moves like a man possessed, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock that's gotten hard again. His eyes are cloudy as they run a path through your face, to where Taehyun hides in the crook of your neck, down your body and to where the two of you connect; when he catches the way his cum is getting fucked out of your cunt and mixing in with both your arousal, his cock twitches in his hand and he groans. "So prettyâŠ"
"Fuck, you're hard again?" Taehyun rests his chin on your shoulder, breathing out a laugh before squeezing your throat, "baby, wanna help him out?"
It feels like your body is moving on its own accord; your hand is wrapping around Beomgyu's cock, your thumb swiping over his tip to collect the pre-cum that leaks out and using it to make the glide along his length smootherâ his breath hitches, dizzy at the sight of your hand wrapped around his cock, the size difference enough to get him close.
"Oh, you're so goodâ just like that, fuck, baby," he whimpers, watching your face closely, "you're so pretty, look so good taking his cockâ are you gonna cum?"
You're surprised he was able to pick up on it just from watching youâ he's moaning as soon as you nod, as though recalling the feeling of your cunt gushing around him. His voice is rough as he purrs out praise to you, telling you how beautiful you look and urging you to cum with himâ when you squeeze him particularly hard and swipe your palm over his tip, he lets out a broken whine of your name; Taehyun's hands tighten on you, pulling you back with a low growl.
"So fucking noisy," He snarls, glaring at Beomgyu, "moaning like a whore."
"Can't help it," Beomgyu isn't the least bit apologetic, a coy smile tugging at his lips, "you'd get it if you saw what I see."
You feel your peak building up suddenly, your moans picking up and alerting the twoâ while Taehyun seeks out your broken pleas for him to fuck you harder, Beomgyu continues to ramble on, though it becomes nonsensical as his own climax approaches. Behind you, Taehyun huffs, his hand leaving your throat and shooting out in front of you.
"Shut the fuck up," his voice is stern, and you're both leaning forward so Taehyun can shove his middle and ring finger into Beomgyu's mouthâ to your surprise, Beomgyu moans. "I don't wanna hear another word from you."
Drool begins to pool at the corners of Beomgyu's mouth, and he stares down at where you're sandwiched between them with low-lidded, foggy eyesâ Taehyun's fingers push down against Beomgyu's tongue, and before he can so much as moan, he's cumming in your hand.
It's warm and sticky as it falls against your hand, arm, and shirtâ you gasp, continuing to pump his cock as your own climax hits, squeezing down on Taehyun so tightly you're triggering his own orgasm shortly after, his teeth sinking into your shoulder once more to muffle the loud moan that escapes him, thick cum flooding into your cunt as his hips rut into you, riding out your orgasm and ensuring that none of his cum goes to waste. When he finally comes up from your neck, it's to whisper praises in your ear, his free hand coming up to tilt your head back to him so he can kiss you.
It's gentler than you anticipated, but he's just as needy to taste youâ he pants against your mouth and bites your lips teasingly, snaking his tongue inside and devouring your whole. You don't know how long you spend like this, with his cock bottomed out inside you and his lips glued to yours; you're only able to snap out of your daze when you hear Beomgyu let out a shaky sigh.
The two of you snap your heads back to Beomgyu, who you realize with a giggle still has Taehyun's fingers in his mouth.
"You didn't need to do that y'know," Beomgyu mutters after Taehyun has pulled his hand away, but there's no heat behind his words. Considering the clear affect it had on him, you'd call Beomgyu a hypocriteâ but you'll keep it to yourself for the sake of keeping peace.
"Whatever," Taehyun says. He presses a kiss on your neck, pulling out slowly, the two of you hissing when you feel his cum begin to leak out, "you okay?"
"Yeah," your voice unexpectedly hoarse, "just⊠sticky."
Beomgyu smiles sheepishly. "Sorry 'bout that."
"We need to get out of here," Taehyun adjusts your clothes, moving onto his with a sigh, "but who the hell could we call? Not even maintenance is here right now."
You and Taehyun fall silent, lost in thought and weighing your optionsâ you think of the coworkers you're closer to, but you either don't have their number or know they wouldn't answer, either because they're mad at you or don't want to ruin their Friday night. It seems Taehyun is coming to the same conclusion as you, because he lets out a long, frustrated sigh. Maybe you'll have to call a non-emergency line⊠though you really don't know what they'd think if they found you in your current stateâŠ
Beomgyu, who had been scrolling on his phone casually, brings it up to his ear. You and Taehyun watch in anticipation.
"Hey Yena, you busy?" you can faintly hear the sweet voice of Yena, the secretary that always strays from the front desk to personally deliver Beomgyu's lunch orders and lingers around to make meaningless conversation with him. "That's greatâ listen, me and two others got stuck in the archives closet."
"âŠI did, but then this shelf got tipped over and a box almost fell onâ anyway. I know it's a huge favor to ask, but would you be able to come in and let us out of here?"
There's a pause. Beomgyu sees the way you tense, and he places his hand on your waist reassuringly.
"I'll buy you dinner."
Another pause ensues. Then, a coy smile is spreading on Beomgyu's face, and he's cooing a soft thank you into the phone.
"She'll be here in fifteen."
You and Taehyun sigh dramatically, and you're leaning back against him as you finally relax. But Beomgyu's conversation lingers in your mind, and you can't stop yourself from frowning.
"You're going to dinner? After all this?"
Beomgyu perks up, radiating with a smug joy. "Awe, you jealous?" You scoff, crossing your arms and looking away. "c'mon, don't be like that sweetheart."
He cups your face, urging you to look at him. When your eyes meet his, he gives you a proud smile.
"I never said I was going with her."
Taehyun scoffs.
"Besides," Beomgyu's eyes run down your figure, darkening when they stop at your soiled shirt, "I think it's better we finish where we left off, don't you think?"
Taehyun's hands snake around your waist, hugging you close as he nestles his head on your chin. You can already picture the coy smile he must have on his face.
"That I can agree with."
"As nice as that sounds," you reach forward to grab a fistful of Beomgyu's hair, yanking it just to see Beomgyu's face twist with pain. "You've had Yena's number this whole time? And you knew she'd answer?"
"Wellâ I meanâ I didn't think she'd actuallyâ"
"Liar," you scowl, pulling a little more at Beomgyu's hairâ he yelps, though you know it's all a facade. "You're such a perv."
Taehyun tuts, disappointed. "What d'you say we leave without him instead?"
"Sounds good to me."
Beomgyu pouts, looking like a kicked puppy. "Guys, no, don't do this to me."
"You really think you deserve to come with us after you had us stuck here for no reason?" Taehyun asks. Beomgyu can only give him a pathetic, pleading look.
"You want us that bad?" you ask, and he eagerly nods. A small smile tugs at your lips. "Then show us."
"Go on," Taehyun coos, "beg."
Despite the limited light that leaks through the cracks of the door, Beomgyu's eyes shine with need. His hands inch toward you, landing on top of Taehyun's as he closes the space between you three.
Yeah, you couldn't have asked for anyone better to get stuck in this dingy closet with.
