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God, this is gross. He’s in the middle of nowhere with nobody around (well, save for the helicopter pilot, his two bodyguards, and his personal butler.) He sees the road sign and then drops his eyes to the sewer plate. 

Beomgyu stalks over and hopes the soil doesn’t muck up his damn shoes. They’re imported leather for crying out loud. He opens up the vault, and with one glance at the rusty ladder rung, he shivers and mutters an apology to his shoes. He should’ve known not to wear cream today too. Balenciaga jacket in the middle of a near-barren field? No, thank you.

He can hear distant banging from inside, like someone’s banging the table with a hammer or a very heavy hand. Beomgyu turns around to look at the other four who keep a close eye on him, then waves them off. His tall bodyguard is the last to leave, reluctantly entering the helicopter.

Uttering a quick prayer, he descends the ladder. He sincerely hopes that whoever is down there doesn’t look, well, gross, because Beomgyu would not be able to physically stand it if the guy were gross. Ugly, well.. sure. Gross, no. It's not that he hates ugly people. He just holds extremely intense contempt for them.

The irritating banging noise will not stop, and now he can hear the cling clang of metal being hit, and it’s just a cacophony that gets worse. With a glance he can see black sneakers and the ends of baggy black pants. Here goes nothing.

He lands with a soft huff and sees a man in a yellow hazmat suit pulverizing on trays of crystallized methamphetamine. It’s loud, the sound resonating painfully in the small room. 

“Hello?”

Bang! Bang! Babang!

Then the latch closes from above. Beomgyu’s voice is louder now that they’re in a vacuum. “Excuse me?”

He looks up, mini sledge hammer in hand, and sees Beomgyu, if the slight jump he makes is anything to go by.

“Hi.” Beomgyu smiles tightly, fixing his posture and composing his face into something genial, “Are you our cook?”

“Yes?” comes the muffled reply from the man in the hazmat suit. “Who are you?” He moves his head in the direction of the area behind Beomgyu, eyeing the opened vault and the rusty ladder. “How did you get in here?”

“Care to explain why our purity dropped from 98 to 93?” Beomgyu crosses his arms and glares. “I’m the son of Choi Kyunsung.”

The man in the hazmat suit remains motionless, then says 'ah' blankly, which, in truth, hurts his ego a little. Beomgyu had been expecting the man to scramble out of his suit and get on his knees and kiss his shoes. Apologize for breathing the same air as him. Not exactly, but something close to that process. At the back of his mind he wonders why he didn’t bring a taser or some kind of weapon.

He starts to zip down his hazmat suit, so Beomgyu takes a look around. It’s not exactly dirty , but it is cramped. If Beomgyu were a meth cook he would certainly not enjoy cooking here. He’d prefer white paint and maybe a marble countertop instead of.. whatever this is. He would also add a scented candle or two but he's not sure if bringing in vessels of flame would be the wisest idea. Maybe a diffuser?

There’s junk all over and even some textbooks scattered across the table. Beomgyu would much rather get bitten by five cats than work here. (Not scratch, because Beomgyu cannot afford to have scratches on his pristine legs and arms. At least bites look sexy and badass.) It doesn't smell like anything. It just looks, and is, a place that hasn't been thoroughly cleaned because cleaning materials would be hard to bring up and down a goddamn ladder.

The light fixture is barely hanging on, shedding light on clunky, gunmetal silver machines packed together. Tubes and wires and drums of methylamine, everything dark and painted with toxic signs. He has to commend this guy, though, it seems like he kept it as clean as an underground meth lab could be. 

He looks up. 

“Oh.”

The guy is out of his hazmat suit. He seems to be around Beomgyu’s age and his height. He has big eyes and a strong jaw— handsome. He’s sweaty, his bangs parted to reveal his forehead. He’s wearing a black sleeveless shirt that shows off his tanned skin and muscled arms well, and humiliatingly, Beomgyu realizes he’s staring. He glances at the ceiling. 

He feels himself getting hotter. It’s just the room, he tells himself. Of course it is. Except he’s only just found out that their extremely genius cook, the one that’s brought millions to his family, is within his age bracket and is impossibly good-looking, and by the smell of it, an Alpha. His Omega urges him to do something.

“Hi. M-My name is Beomgyu.” he says. His palms are sweaty and he feels nervous, which annoys him, because he definitely shouldn’t be feeling this way or acting like this in front of an Alpha. He has a job to do, and that’s to crush this guy’s balls and make sure he gets the purity back up to the previous level. 

Beomgyu shifts on his feet, nervous. He glances at Beomgyu carelessly, and drags his big, penetrating eyes down his figure quickly. “Taehyun.”

Beomgyu’s mouth goes dry, the path from his brain to his mouth not quite working properly after the Alpha’s eyes lock onto his lips for a split second. The corner of his lips quirk up, “What’s this about purity?”

“Our purity.” Beomgyu says, willing himself to stay focused. He bats his Omega away from the controls in his brain frantically because he really cannot screw this up just because the guy is passable. 

Okay, fine, not passable. More like drop dead gorgeous, more like some Adonis on Earth, more like the human being God took the longest to create. 

Taehyun takes some larger shards of the crystal and places them in a mortar, then grinding them down with a pestle. He hums, not even looking at Beomgyu when he obviously is trying to have a conversation. 

Beomgyu narrows his eyes. “It dropped by five. Why?”

“It happens sometimes.” Taehyun says, then yawns, like he wasn’t in the presence of his boss’s kid, who, with enough persuasion and a little whining, could have this guy fired in an instant. He folds up his hazmat suit, brushing off fine particles and cleaning the windows in his mask.

"How would you know? Are you friends with other meth cooks? You guys have a little group chat where you send purity levels everyday?" Beomgyu hisses. He might be handsome but Beomgyu doesn’t exactly like his attitude. This guy doesn't even know basic social etiquette. What happened to feedback? Engagement? Eye contact? Body language?

Taehyun ignores the jab and mutters distractedly, “91 is not too bad, you know.” 

91 isn’t bad. It’s impressive, considering it comes from a cook so young, and especially compared to other gangs, but they can’t be the superlative cartel if the most they can do is a 91. It’s the second highest in the country after their initial 96, but if they can get 96 why settle on a measly 91? Purity is what brings out the sensation, it gives the best and most vivid highs, it’s what gets the people addicted. 

Taehyun moves like a fucking snail. He must be doing it on purpose because there is no way a crack scientist moved that way. Beomgyu can’t stop tapping his foot against the floor with impatience. He collects the powder, taking a teaspoon and dropping it into the beaker. He rummages around a box noisily.

“Yeah, but what’s 91 to 96? ATZ is catching up, you know. They’ve got that new guy who’s been doing 66 and 67, and before you know it, they’ll be at fucking 99!” Beomgyu cannot have that. Sure, the only relation he has to the company is that he's the boss's kid and that it's his main source of income for being his dad's sperm, and this is his first task (if it can even be called that). But Beomgyu refuses to be related to anything second best.

This doesn't seem to be the case for Taehyun, though, who seems very confident in the fact that nobody will be catching up anytime soon. Taehyun hums. He untwists the bottle cap and pours in some clear solution, before languidly swirling the mixture around in the beaker. Being underground, it’s dead silent. Outside noise doesn’t intrude them and every sound inside comes out crisp and clear.

“You sure are taking your time with that.” Beomgyu says through gritted teeth. This Alpha was annoying and rude.

Taehyun glances at Beomgyu, and smiles crookedly. “Slow and steady wins the race, darling.”

He takes a syringe and extracts a precise amount of liquid, then grabs a dingy machine. He inserts the needle into a tiny hole, depositing the liquid. Beomgyu looks around once more and he can’t even imagine working here. It must take hours to produce the batches, in a suit, no less, so it’s sweltering hot. It’s already unbearably warm outside.

“Slow and steady wins the race, darling.” Beomgyu mocks, crossing his arms with a glare, “You’re doing it on purpose, fuckhead. And don’t call me that.”

Taehyun snorts, shaking his head as he puts the empty syringe down. Beomgyu tries not to stare at the way his sweat makes his shirt stick to his chest, or how his muscles are literally glistening with sweat. Taehyun brings the back of his hand up to his forehead and wipes his sweat away. 

He presses a red button then the silver one adjacent to it, then the machine starts to hum. Red numbers blink in the small meter, and Beomgyu watches as the numbers increase in varying intervals. Beomgyu glances at Taehyun, and God is he one attractive man. His mother would probably cry tears of joy and his father would pop a champagne bottle if he brought home an Alpha like him––of course, he would never, because he’s a dick and he’s a loser and he sucks.

When it finally stops with a blink and the final beeps, Beomgyu takes confident strides forward (not that it takes much to reach him, anyway), entering Taehyun’s space. His smell is stronger from here, like fresh citrus and clean musk, and looking at the meter, Beomgyu can’t believe his eyes. 

“87?! That’s even worse!” Beomgyu yells, indignant. This guy was letting product quality slip through his fingers, and he was fine with it. Taehyun turns to him with indifference written across his chiselled features. (His Omega is just begging him to do something about the very hot, very irritating Alpha before him, but his brain kicks it in the gut for putting those ideas into his mind.)

“What the fuck are we paying you 25 million won every quarter for?” Beomgyu seethes. His fists clench and he glares at Taehyun, who looks like he’s severely inconvenienced by Beomgyu's presence, as if the Omega were interrupting something important.

Important, ha! As if creating subpar batches of meth was important. The improvement was important, and based on the report, improvement was not what they were getting. “You’re paid good money to bring out the best of the best. 87 is not the best.”

“Look, I still have school to go to, alright? Finals are coming up and I’ve been distracted.” Taehyun says, like it’s some sort of silencing, formidable excuse. Which it isn’t. "When finals are over it'll get better."

“Yeah, right,” Beomgyu scoffs. Fucking jerk. Typical Alpha. No apology, no detailed explanation, no promises to do a more competent job. 

Taehyun rolls his eyes. He taps the machine and it makes an odd clunking sound. Beomgyu thinks he should tell his father to get them new equipment. Well, after Taehyun brings it back up to the 90s.

“I’ve tried it before, you know.” he cuts through the silence that was probably only partially charged. Beomgyu is absolutely furious but Taehyun looks like he’d rather shave a gorilla’s ass than listen to what Beomgyu has to say. He’s not angry, but if the world had a remote, Taehyun would probably press mute on Beomgyu. 

Taehyun turns to him, “The crystal is virtually the same. They won’t even tell the difference.”

“No.” Beomgyu growls. He knows he doesn’t look very intimidating dressed in light colors and with a baby face like this, but if he can’t be intimidating, then he can be bossy and demanding. He has enough attitude for it. “I don’t care, and neither does Father. Get it back to 96. If you can’t, maybe 92. 93.”

“Do you know how rare it is to even get a purity above 60?” Slight irritation begins to bleed into Taehyun’s voice, “People here would kill to get 80, let alone an 87.”

What Taehyun’s saying is true. South Korea is painfully anal about drugs, and it’s hard to find suppliers for raw materials so cartels can even start production. Other countries have reached above 90 for purity, but where they were, it was no easy feat. Most of the stuff here is deadly expensive because of the mark-up. Gangs import from other countries that have learned to evade the law and hone their skills. It’s hard for South Koreans to keep practicing for the constant fear of getting caught, and not only that, but the jail time for just using drugs was way too high, and for making them? Unspeakably long. 

The reason why their little business has been doing so well is because their meth is locally made. They don’t have to pay extra for transportation and security. Their stuff is cheap and good, as seen by the rapid increase in their profits in the last few years Taehyun’s started working under them, but Beomgyu simply doesn’t care.

“Are you dumb? I want a 96, not an 87.” Beomgyu says, sounding like every inch of the spoiled rich kid he was.

With satisfaction, he watches as Taehyun reacts. It’s obvious Taehyun wants to throw a punch at him, to kick him in the crotch or to bang his head against the table. Beomgyu can practically see Taehyun’s hackles rising at what he said, then falling as quickly as they rose. Perks of being the boss’s kid, he thinks.

Taehyun opens his mouth to speak, then closes it. He clenches his jaw as he glares at Beomgyu, while Beomgyu smiles innocently and flutters his lashes. Taehyun pinches the bridge of his nose––it still looks perfect from the side––with a sharp inhale as he calms himself.

“Do you think it’s easy producing 30 pounds of crystal meth alone?” Taehyun asks slowly, as if he’s actively forcing himself not to do anything violent or harsh, “Biweekly, too, at that.”

Beomgyu pouts, drawing his brows together in a show of pity. “Sucks to be you. Little Alpha can’t manage his time well, boohoo.”

The condescension strikes a chord into Taehyun’s Alphan ego. Taehyun grits his teeth, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Beomgyu falters slightly and wills himself to not let his eyes drop to the floor in a show of submission, but it’s fun to finally see a reaction out of him. 

“I can't afford to drop out of school. I don’t have a father who runs a drug cartel and who can buy me all the shit I want whenever I want.” Taehyun says pointedly. 

“ Again ,” Beomgyu repeats like Taehyun’s fucking stupid, “what the fuck are we paying you 18 million won for? Drop out or bribe a teacher, ask someone to do your work. You’ve got enough money regardless.”

“I want a job. A real job. I don't want to be doing this shit forever.”

Taehyun’s eyes slide over to his, and Beomgyu feels like he’s been stunned into place. It’s a far cry from how smug he felt earlier. His feet are heavy and his body goes still for no apparent reason. “...At least, not under somebody else’s gang.” 

Beomgyu blinks.

“You’re saying you wanna run your own cartel?” He inquires coolly, water off a duck’s back, but the pinprick of panic is unignorable. This is the guy that brought their gang up to their current standards and instilled real horsepower with their pristine purity, but now he wants to run along and start his own gang. Or, possibly even worse, do sissy shit and get a job at some corporate firm. 

God, Beomgyu hates morally upright people. And shit, well, it’s not like they can just up and kill him, either, because they've got to find another guy who can cook as well as he can. 

“Sounds pretty good to me, in all honesty.” Taehyun says carelessly. He really can’t tell if Taehyun’s just fucking with him for the fun of it, or if he’s serious. 

If his father finds out that Beomgyu knew their cash cow was planning to start a cartel of his own and didn’t do anything to stop him, he would be executed. He’s older now and all the gang thinks of him is that he’s some dumb, spoiled Daddy’s boy, an Omega who would rather die than get his hands dirty. Which, admittedly, is true, but. There’s a lot more he wants to prove, and he wants to prove that he can be useful. His dad is well-aware of his predicament, too, that’s why Beomgyu was given this assignment, even if he insists Beomgyu doesn’t have to do anything. 

“H-Hold on, you can’t!” Beomgyu exclaims, urgency bleeding into his voice.

Taehyun quirks up a brow. “Why not?”

Fuck. Beomgyu came off too desperate, didn’t he? “I-I mean, how are you even going to do it? Who are your contacts?”

“How am I going to do it?” he laughs, shaking his head. Even his side profile is attractive. Taehyun brushes residual powder from the crystallized mixture off the table. “It's my recipe, I’ll get it circulating regardless if I have other cartel friends or not.”

“If you start going against us, I will find you and shoot you.” he hisses. It’s not a real threat, of course, but Taehyun doesn’t know that. He’s just seriously pissing Beomgyu off now, and without that purity of 96, Beomgyu can’t buy that adorable lavender cashmere Bottega Veneta sweater vest he’s been eyeing.

“Really? You know how to hold a gun, sweetheart?” Taehyun practically coos. The rest of the crystal lay on the tray untouched as Taehyun leans back on the wall behind him, slightly shading his face in a dimmer light, and he still looks handsome. 

“Of course I know how to hold a fucking gun.” Beomgyu growls, “I’m not stupid.”

He laughs. Not the fake, acting laugh, but a real, genuine laugh that tells Beomgyu that he’s either really good at acting like (or being) a dick, or that he seriously doubts Beomgyu. “Sure. By all means, go ahead. Aim for the head, okay?”

This is frustrating. Beomgyu’s determined to get the last word in but Taehyun deflects everything. The fact that he’s barely fazed annoys him even more. 

“Fuck!” Beomgyu bursts and stomps his feet. “You’re fucking annoying, you know that? I hope you fail your exams, you idiot!”

“Ouch.” Taehyun says blankly, his hand holding his chest as if he’s been shot. He does everything lazily, all for the sake of getting Beomgyu even angrier, and everything he does is just attractive to him. And just as infuriating. 

“Yeah, I hope you do! You’re cute and all but you’re a fucking dick!” Taehyun smirks while watching Beomgyu’s tantrum, and, okay, it makes Beomgyu feel a little stupid, like an entitled, bratty child. Taehyun’s presence is just. Humbling. That’s the word for it. This is a man who will not tolerate Beomgyu’s bullshit.

It’s really hot in this room. He can still see Taehyun sweating and Beomgyu’s tempted to shrug off his jacket because he did not expect for the temperature to go this high. 

The air is charged with some type of energy. They stare at each other from opposite sides of the room. Taehyun snorts. “You’re in no place to call me an idiot when I thought of this formula.”

“You can’t even juggle cooking and studying.” Beomgyu deflects, “96 to 87? Yeah, that’s a pretty big drop.”

Taehyun ignores that in favor of fixing him with a smile. From what Beomgyu can see, his teeth are slightly sharp. He shivers. “Dean’s list, football varsity, straight A’s, and my shit pays for all your shopping.”

Stupidly, Beomgyu’s heart flutters. He can’t be faulted for the fact that Alpha is just so cool. He’s tall and handsome and athletic and smart, and if he weren’t being so stubbornly prideful, Beomgyu would probably be head over heels for him already. 

“A fraction of today’s yield should buy you, what, twenty new laptops?” Taehyun asks innocently. Beomgyu huffs, lips set in a childish pout. “You ought to thank me, actually. Those shoes probably came out of last month’s batch.”

Oh God, they probably did. Beomgyu lifts his nose into the air haughtily, “No they did not.”

“Yeah, I think so.” Taehyun answers himself, humming. He looks at Beomgyu’s outfit, like really looks, and Beomgyu has the urge to cover himself up and hide from Taehyun’s calculating gaze. “Your top, your jacket, and your pants too. But I’ll let it pass. You look quite pretty in them.”

Beomgyu lets out a dry laugh. One clear ‘ha-ha.’

Taehyun smirks, cocking his head to the side as his eyes catch on the glint of Beomgyu’s diamond studs. They look extremely pretty on him, something expensive on someone expensive. “I like your earrings. I wonder how you got them?”

“My dad gave them to me.” Beomgyu grits out. And if looks could kill, there’d be no mystery for what happened to Taehyun. 

His eyes land on Beomgyu’s long, slim legs, before locking eyes with him. They pin him in place and Beomgyu finds it hard to breathe—Taehyun’s careful scrutiny is a lot for him to handle. He’s known many handsome Alphas but none were as attractive as Taehyun. (Maybe the tension between them helped.)

“When I’m done with this batch, maybe you can buy yourself a skirt and visit me. I bet you’d look real good in one.” he smiles smugly. Beomgyu swallows a squeak at the sexual implication of it, and he imagines himself coming back down here donned in maybe a sweater vest and loafers with a cute tennis skirt and— no. No way. 

Beongyu hates the way Taehyun has him in a figurative chokehold, the way he’s got dominance over Beomgyu’s thoughts and feelings and actions. If he wanted to he could probably headbutt this Alpha to unconsciousness, but it’s his Omega reacting to Taehyun’s Alpha. 

He reminds himself that this man, despite all his good looks and talents, is a dick. He’s a shitty worker for all his stupid As—he was acting like his little slip in purity only affected him, when it pretty much affected the health and the vitality of the cartel’s activities as a whole. 

The man was insufferable. “Maybe if you get it to 96 I will. Otherwise we won’t get any fucking money.” Beomgyu repeats, allowing his eyes to narrow at Taehyun. His mother would definitely not approve of him provoking an Alpha while they were both unmated and in an underground, remote location. His father would be proud of him, though. “We might end up bankrupt if the quality keeps decreasing at this rate.”

The Omega smiles sardonically. “Did you end world hunger with the batch from two months ago? I bet you did.”

The mockery amuses Taehyun to no end, but Taehyun sighs. He makes a show of shaking his head in disappointment, “That doesn’t sound genuine to me.” he says solemnly, fitting into the role of the bitch he is, and Beomgyu wants to throw, like, a shoe at him. 

Beomgyu rolls his eyes. Something like annoyance paints Taehyun’s features and changes them into something dark and scarily attractive. “Maybe you should suck my cock as a token of appreciation.”

He stops breathing. A wave of heat washes over him. Something in his gut twists enough to make him shift his legs closer to each other to press his thighs together. Taehyun doesn’t mean it, he tells himself. 

Taehyun nods to himself, “Actually, yeah, that’d be better than a ‘thank you.’”

It falls in line with taunts like ‘eat my ass’ and ‘suck it’ and he’s only bitching back at Beomgyu, but it sounds so vulgar . Beomgyu’s never been spoken to that way and it gets him feeling things he hasn’t ever felt. Suddenly the room is too small and Taehyun’s presence is too overbearing.

Taehyun’s gaze lands on Beomgyu’s pink mouth, and he vaguely remembers how he had swiped gloss over his lips before exiting the helicopter. Even from his spot he can see how Taehyun’s eyes fog over and how his whole demeanor darkens gradually. “I bet your little mouth only shuts up when a cock has been shoved right in.”

It catches him off guard. Beomgyu splutters, heat rising to his cheeks instead of whipping back with a smart answer. He feels his knees knock against each other when he tries to press his thighs closer. “I—I don’t do that.”

“Huh.” Taehyun is perplexed. Him actually being convinced that Beomgyu engaged in that type of stuff makes his insides feel squirmy. “Really? You look like you do.”

Beomgyu’s attempted growl is whiny and pathetic. “I don’t!”

“Don’t suck dick or don’t look like you do?”

“Both, you asshole.” Beomgyu hisses. So embarrassing. Something in the way Taehyun was so frank and casual about saying such crass words made him feel––well. 

“You just have lips that would look pretty around a cock.” He’s nonchalant about it and the fact that Taehyun had thought about him that way at some point in the time he was down here with him makes Beomgyu feel shy and exposed and hot all over. “And believe me, you have a mouth that deserves to be gagged. You talk too much.”

The Alpha was tired of him speaking and would rather have him suck his cock, and he doesn’t know why the thought of angering Taehyun and getting punished gets him squirmy and a little wet. 

A sweaty and incredibly handsome Alpha so close to him already did that, but his dirty mouth was something else. Say something, his Omega insists, engage! Get him hot in his pants too! Invite him to gag your mouth!

“You are a lower life form, you disgusting pervert.” Beomgyu spits, like he wasn’t hoping Taehyun would speak like that some more. He’s curious. Beomgyu crosses his arms and looks away from the Alpha. He might just fall to his knees if the Alpha keeps that heated gaze on him. 

“I’m the pervert?” Taehyun repeats, finally pushing himself off of the wall and coming closer to Beomgyu. The Omega feels small; he wants to cower or back up or flee. “I can smell you, you know.”

Oh. Beomgyu thinks stupidly. Alphas can smell arousal? His inexperience is starting to show. 

“I can smell you too. Do you own a shower?” Beomgyu quips back, but it’s way too transparent for his own liking. He mentally facepalms—an Alpha is calling him out on his attraction, and that’s what he came up with? Taehyun’s getting to him, rendering him nervous and bumbly. 

His instincts scream at him to fall on his knees and open his mouth to accommodate Taehyun’s Alpha cock, but he fights it, although to extremely little avail. Taehyun smirks, then glances down. “It doesn’t take a genius to know you’re leaking, Beomgyu-ah.”

Beomgyu straightens his back and takes a step backwards. Taehyun follows and Beomgyu’s heart flutters like the bat of hummingbird wings. Adrenaline kicks in and he wants to shy away somehow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. J-Just— I don’t care what you do. I want that 96 back.”

Beomgyu’s fear is not the endangered, cautious fear, but more of the anticipatory type that gets his heart racing and his mind racing with a million things, all of which revolve around Taehyun. So many things could happen in an underground room. Taehyun could shoot him right now, he could beat him up, steal his money, hold him for ransom, and fuck . Beomgyu told his only possible saviors to return in an hour, because, surprise surprise, Beomgyu believed he could handle Taehyun himself.

Taehyun laughs, telling Beomgyu that running is practically futile, and that he can see right through him. He shakes his head. He stares right into Beomgyu’s soul, cementing his feet to the floor, “I think you want something else too.”

“No. Definitely not.” Beomgyu denies. His breath stops in his throat when Taehyun finally catches up to him. His smell coated Beomgyu’s lungs and fluffed up his mind, going hazier by the second. It’s thick and strong, there’s a velvety musk under all the fresh citrus.

A hand rests on the small of his back and Beomgyu has to stifle a whimper by clenching his jaw. Taehyun’s so close to him. Beomgyu nearly bares his neck. He can truly appreciate the honeyed glow that appears on Taehyun’s skin, he can run his eyes over the clearcut definition of Taehyun’s face. He’s much more stunning up close. 

The hand slides over to his waist as Taehyun presses closer. Taehyun rumbles in appreciation when he feels its curve and its narrowness, and Beomgyu tries not to preen. 

He’s mindlessly drinking in Taehyun’s scent and his warmth when he feels a thigh forcing his own apart, and a moan rips out of Beomgyu’s throat. Taehyun presses his muscled thigh up against Beomgyu’s crotch and crowds in closer. With a whimper, Beomgyu collapses in on himself like a puppet without strings. 

The friction is just too fucking good. He hasn’t ever been touched like that and now he doesn’t want it to stop. It sends sparks to every limb in his body and sets every nerve ablaze while Taehyun rumbles praises into Beomgyu’s ear. 

“You sound so pretty, you know that?” Taehyun groans. Beomgyu arches into Taehyun’s hold and buries his face in his shoulder shyly, his hands wrinkling the fabric of Taehyun’s top. He tiptoes and meekly grinds against Taehyun’s thigh.

“I know.” Beomgyu says cheekily, and Taehyun just huffs out a laugh. “You smell good.”

“You too. You smell so expensive, wanted to fuck you when I saw you.”

“Loser.”

“I feel like a winner right now.” Taehyun jokes, nipping at Beomgyu’s neck and making the Omega jolt in surprise. They laugh before Taehyun catches Beomgyu’s mouth, and before Beomgyu knows it, Taehyun’s got a tight grip on his waist and his tongue in the Omega’s mouth.

He tries to simultaneously get used to the new sensation and try to go along with it. Beomgyu moans when Taehyun licks into his mouth hungrily, the hand on his back now squeezing his waist. He pushes Beomgyu against the table and cages him in with his hands.

Beomgyu tastes so sweet, and he sounds so sweet, too. The tiny sounds are coming from the Omega who was screaming at him and stomping his feet around earlier. Satisfaction and pride sinks into every pore, and Beomgyu seems to like it, too. It’s like he can’t get enough of Taehyun even though he can’t quite keep up. 

Adorably, his hands are fisting Taehyun’s shirt tightly, sounds getting louder by the second. Taehyun’s not a messy kisser, but Beomgyu is. Saliva stains the corner of their mouths and Beomgyu keeps whining. His cock fucking hurts, too. Beomgyu’s sounds are so cute and the way he’s holding onto Taehyun like he’s his lifeline is adorable, and he smells so good.

Taehyun tugs his jacket off and lets it drop to the floor. The Omega disconnects their lips, then shakes his head and whines. His angel face is flushed, lips pink and swollen, the ill-mannered look in his doe eyes has dissipated.

“What?” Taehyun asks.

Beomgyu motions at the discarded jacket with another cute whine. If he had been this adorable from the start, Taehyun doesn’t think he would’ve been able to hold himself back from jumping the little Omega. (He does enjoy Beomgyu’s snarky little mouth, though.)

Taehyun groans and rolls his eyes as he has to disentangle himself from Beomgyu, the sweet warmth in his arms gone, as he picks up the godforsaken jacket. He makes a happy little noise when Taehyun folds it up properly and puts it on the cleanest spot he can find, then returns to Beomgyu’s lips. 

This is what he’s been waiting for. Ever since the pretty Omega had invaded his space and started making all these demands, he wanted to kiss him. But the sweetness of his cherry-flavored gloss is gone within a second and Taehyun growls mindlessly, trying to chase after them.

“Wait! Wait.” Beomgyu says, holding Taehyun’s chest to separate them. The Alpha keeps trying to get to him––it’s cute, Beomgyu resists the urge to giggle.

Taehyun sighs and tries to tug Beomgyu back to him so he can taste him again. The Omega uses his strength to keep himself in place. Taehyun finally relents with an irritated sigh. “What now? Do you want me to put your clothes into a cashmere-cushioned box made of gold?”

Beomgyu pouts and shakes his head. “It’s…” he forces the words out, “it’s my first time.”

“First... time?” Taehyun sounds out the words like he’s never heard those words before today. “It’s your first time?”

“Yes, dickwad.” Beomgyu says. Fuck. He was just hoping to say it and then carry on the next second, not for Taehyun to dwell on it. Being a virgin at 19 was rare and pretty humiliating. It was like not having a phone until the age of 15. 

“For what? Like, fucking in an underground meth lab?” Taehyun’s pretty sure fucking in an underground meth lab was as rare as getting your dog stolen by a camel. “It’s my first time too.”

“Everything.” Beomgyu admits, and there’s silence. 

“Really?”  Taehyun laughs in surprise. For some reason, it’s adorable. This brat of an Omega who talks too much for his own good is actually a virgin . He leans in closer to Beomgyu and grabs his ass, squeezing it lecherously. Beomgyu yelps and slaps Taehyun on the bicep, but the Alpha only chuckles. “Daddy didn’t whore you out to his business partners?”

“No, he didn’t, you fucker.” Beomgyu grits through his teeth. Ah, there he is. He’s probably embarrassed. Taehyun hooks a finger under the fabric around his neck and tugs it down, the delicate lace struggling to not break.

He cries out when Taehyun noses at the junction of his neck, on the surface right above his scent gland, and nibbles and bites at it. Beomgyu can feel his thighs just dying to spread open wider so Taehyun can fuck him already. 

Taehyun runs his hands over Beomgyu’s thin waist and rubs circles into the soft plains of his stomach before unbuttoning his pants. He shivers. 

Taehyun’s hands feel so rough against his skin, and it reminds him of just how pampered he is. He’s never worked a day in his life, and here this guy was, juggling his dangerously illegal side job and his impressive school life. Stern and hardworking Alpha fucking a pampered, spoiled Omega. It sounds like a porn plot but Beomgyu can’t help but whine a little at the thought of it.

Beomgyu let his pants drop. Taehyun’s still kissing his neck, nipping at the scent area almost obsessively. He only pulls away when Beomgyu’s pants are completely off, kicked away from his ankles, and they’re left to reveal Beomgyu’s white panties.

Taehyun steps back to actually look him up and down, and Beomgyu has half a mind to make himself look confident rather than shy. A smug little smirk comes up on Taehyun’s face as he shamelessly ogles at Beomgyu. “For some reason, I find that hard to believe. You’re too pretty.”

Beomgyu knows he looks damn good in whatever he wears, and now it’s no different. His long, slim legs are bare and soft (Beomgyu moisturizes everyday after his shower, duh), he’s left only in his big dress shirt and his lacey undershirt, with delicate white panties snug around his hips. It still gets him blushing, though.

“Just hurry up and fuck me before I change my mind.” Beomgyu mutters. Taehyun rests his hand on the table, the area beside Beomgyu’s hips, caging him in simply.

“Oh, but you’re just begging for it,” Taehyun croons sweetly. He slides a knowing hand into Beomgyu’s panties and he keens. Beomgyu feels his legs starting to liquefy as Taehyun runs the rough pads of his fingers along his folds, slicking him up everywhere. Shivers wrack his body and he doesn’t know whether he should ask for more or tear himself away from the already overwhelming pleasure. “You’re so wet.”

He circles Beomgyu’s entrance, then slides a finger in. Beomgyu whines, throwing his head back and accidentally tightening up on Taehyun’s finger. It’s an odd sensation, but he can feel the calluses on Taehyun’s fingers sliding up against his velvet walls. Taehyun thrusts roughly to get through the newfound resistance and Taehyun’s Alpha growls in delight when Beomgyu cries out like he can’t control it. 

Taehyun rubs Beomgyu’s tight walls and ignores his dick straining his pants painfully. It can wait. This must be the most gorgeous Omega he’s ever fooled around with, or just the most gorgeous Omega he’s seen in general. The fact that this pretty thing still wants him for his first time under all that attitude and snobbishness is a viking-sized boost to his ego.

He makes these little sounds that gets his Alpha wanting more, and he reacts so beautifully that he can’t help but look away. He wants to elicit more from him. Beomgyu pants when Taehyun tries to slide another finger in, stretching his fingers so they loosen his hot walls as well. “It’d be a shame if we stopped now. Do you want my fingers out?”

“N-No! No!” Beomgyu whines loudly, shaking his head. His neck is long and elegant but it’s a shame Taehyun can’t properly see it. The lace neck obstructs his view but he supposes it’s for the best. If Beomgyu keeps baring his neck and making these pretty noises he just might be compelled to stake a claim on him and keep him to himself. He pants, “Keep going.”

Taehyun presses himself against Beomgyu’s thigh, and he can feel the Omega leaking out some more once he can feel Taehyun’s hard cock. Taehyun snickers. So needy.

“You’ve never touched yourself?” The Alpha asks. 

“No,” Beomgyu winces as he tries to adjust around Taehyun’s fingers, “I have.”

“Where? Certainly not here?” Taehyun presses in deeper, then distances his fingers. It rips a slutty moan out of Beomgyu, head throwing back desperately as Taehyun keeps his eyes on Beomgyu’s pretty face.

“No,” he says breathlessly, eyes closed as he’s stuck in the odd area between pain and pleasure, “Not there.”

“So where?”

Beomgyu opens his eyes, fiery glare aimed at Taehyun. Taehyun returns it with an icy little smile. “Are you really going to make me say it, you prick?”

“Say what?” Taehyun asks innocently. He draws his fingers out slowly, and Beomgyu’s lewd mouth falls open as he feels the drag of his fingers against his walls. He moans, pleased as Taehyun’s fingers slide out, knuckles bumping against his rim until he actually realizes what Taehyun’s doing.

Beomgyu cries out, hand shooting out to hold onto Taehyun’s wrist. The Alpha’s eyes sparkle with mirth at his desperation. “You’re really– ah –such a f-fucking asshole.”

“What’s wrong with admitting you like to play with your clit?” Beomgyu will never get used to Taehyun being painfully nonchalant about the most sordid things. Taehyun keeps his hand still, fingers only inside until the first knuckle, and it’s a shame he can’t see Beomgyu’s pussy properly. 

Beomgyu whines in embarrassment, tossing his head to the side, but Taehyun grabs him by the jaw to stop him from hiding his angelic little face. He’s so pretty. He’s only got two fingers inside but Taehyun’s already wondering how he’ll be able to fuck another Omega without imagining Beomgyu’s bratty ass under him instead of them.

His face was utterly perfect and Taehyun, quite frankly, could stare at it all day. He pushes back in and is greeted with a gush of slick down his wrists. Beomgyu moans, high and reedy.

“Beg for it.” he says. It comes out gruff and coarse, and Beomgyu bites his lip to shut himself up as best he can. Taehyun speeds up his fingers. 

Beomgyu writhes, removing his hands from Taehyun’s shirt and scrambling behind him to hold onto the table, “I want, ngh, ah—!”

“Want what?”

“W-Want, hah, want..” Beomgyu tries to speak through his pants but the feeling of Taehyun’s quick movements trip him up completely. So damn pretty , this one. Beomgyu rests his head on Taehyun’s chest and hides his face.

Taehyun hums. “You’re going to have to look at me, darling.”

Beomgyu follows, and Taehyun’s dumbfounded at how wrecked he looks already. His hair is mussed up and there’s a dusting of pink high on his cheeks, pupils blown out, and his bottom lip is swollen from biting it so much. Then a slight quirk to his lips appears. “I— hnngh , I want that 96 back.”

---

When Taehyun had looked up from his station, the wind knocked right out of him. There was an angel by the landing. 

In retrospect, he definitely doesn’t look like the son of a drug cartel leader. No scruff or tough at all, just a cherubic little face, round eyes and a round head and a slender body. He’s dressed in whites and creams. He’s got a cream jacket on top of his white collared shirt, with some kind of lace obscuring his neck. He’s cute, a fashionista through and through. 

Even without any apparent logos he can tell they’re all branded. The diamond studs in his ears probably cost more than Taehyun’s tuition, which was not cheap. 

Then the scent hit him and his mouth watered . It’s strong. Floral and powdery, almost an ephemeral smell, smelling exactly how he looks. Light and airy and pristine and soft and pretty. 

He’s pretty even as he glared at Taehyun with scrutinizing eyes and his pink mouth twisted into a frown. What an Omega. His whole aura is amazing, looking unspoiled and immaculately untouchable. He has fluffy dark brown hair, a little long, and fair skin. His brows are defined but his jaw is soft, with doe eyes that can’t look anything but innocent and adorable. 

In this tiny area the smell permeates dangerously. With another whiff of his scent, vivid images flash through his mind, and the one that sticks around the longest is a pretty picture of this pretty Omega on his knees, tears in his eyes, lips on his cock as he—

“Hi. Are you our cook?” He’s as cute as a button but his tone cuts like a goddamn knife. Ah. He’s one of those spoiled, haughty ones. 

The sight is amusing. Here is a boy who looks all too much like a circle for him to take seriously—besides the long legs in extremely fitted pants—standing in his dingy shack of a drug lab with a petulant, roseate little pout on his lips. He looks inconvenienced, and adorably so. His eyes are round, his lips are perfectly plump, his face is round, his hair, too.

It’s clear he’s been pampered all his life as he looks around the room like something might jump out and bite him. Like a fleck of dust might just send him to the hospital with cystic fibrosis. He must not be accustomed to areas that aren’t luxury hotels and expensive clothing shops and fancy airports. He doubts he’s even seen the inside of public transport.

Pretty, pretty Omega. Taehyun wanted to see him bent over and shaking. And as Beomgyu kept bitching at him and complaining and being completely childish, Taehyun had occasionally zoned out, thinking about if he’d look better on all fours or on his knees.

Taehyun laughs. This Omega was annoying but he’s endlessly amused, and a little endeared, by him. He has to hand it to him, though, he has an unshakeable devotion to being a brat. 

“Think before opening your smart little mouth next time.” is all Beomgyu gets before he’s pushed down onto his knees. Beomgyu cries out when his bones hit the cold, hard surface, and whimpers when he looks up to see Taehyun unzipping his pants.

He brings his cock out. It’s red and extremely hard, dripping precum already. The veins are prominent, and even without any past experiences to compare it with, Beomgyu knows he’s big. With satisfaction, he watched as Beomgyu goes still with trepidation. 

“Suck.” Taehyun’s tone of voice leaves no room for argument, and Beomgyu makes a stunning sight on his knees. He can smell the slick leak out of him uncontrollably and is all too tempted to push Beomgyu down on the floor and mount him until he’s screaming. 

Taehyung’s hand stations itself in Beomgyu’s hair, tugging him closer. Beomgyu holds his cock with one hand, steadying it, before he licks the lip hesitantly. 

He’s rewarded with a groan which tells him to keep going, so he does. Beomgyu’s mouth is wet and hot. He sucks on the tip and draws precome out, licking around the head and applying soft pressure to the rest of Taehyun’s cock with his hand. The grip he has on the edge on the table hardens.

Taehyun really doesn’t want to rush him because it’s his first time and all, but if he doesn’t get his cock shoved deep inside Beomgyu’s throat now, he might just explode. The Omega is taking him in slowly, and he’s so messy saliva starts to run down his cock from where Beomgyu’s mouth is. He looks gorgeous—plush lips wrapped around his cock with his steely, strong-willed eyes as he tries to take in everything. Rough, moaning rasps escape Taehyun’s mouth. 

He growls when Beomgyu finally makes his way down to the base of his cock, pressed in so close that his nose is buried in the patch of hair there. Beomgyu whines when the smell hits him, insistent on getting even closer to the scent of pure Alpha, and Taehyun doesn’t have to look to know that Beomgyu has started leaking again. His resolute eyes from earlier are gone, and Taehyun briefly wonders how long it’ll take before they’re back. 

The proud, brash Omega from earlier is now on his knees for him, taking an Alpha’s cock like he was born to do it, loving the taste and reveling in his scent. Taehyun doesn’t know if he’s actively fighting his gag reflex—he doubts Beomgyu has thoughts right now, he’s lax around his cock and his eyes tell Taehyun he’s in dreamland—or if he was graced without one, because his cock is pushed down his throat and Beomgyu isn’t resisting much.

Then Beomgyu starts to bob his head up and down, his throat creating a hot vacuum around his cock as he moves. He’s sure other Alphas would kill to have this view of Beomgyu on his knees like a cheap whore, sucking cock eagerly. It’s a total 180 from his normally posh and snotty self who would probably curl his lip at any innuendos thrown his way.

“You’re doing good, baby.” Taehyun says when Beomgyu starts cupping the base of his cock, and it’s wet by his balls, too. Beomgyu massages them and fuck, he’s a natural. Taehyun winks down at him, teasing. “It’s not easy taking me, I know.”

Then Beomgyu laughs. His chest moves with silent laughter and Taehyun feels the telltale brush of exhaled air. His eyes crinkle. Beomgyu brings his hand up slightly and forms an inch of space between his thumb and his index finger. 

It pisses him off, sure, but it exhilarates him, too. Beomgyu really needed to be put in his place and Taehyun's more than happy to do it. More than happy to roughhouse a pretty Omega who was born with a silver spoon and never bothered to take it out, who acted like a bratty little kid. 

Taehyun grabs him by the hair and yanks him back harshly. Beomgyu mewls, hands flailing in an attempt to stop Taehyun’s hands as they tighten. With a growl Taehyun glares down at Beomgyu, who stares up at him wide-eyed and panicked. His eyes are fixed on Beomgyu in a furious glare that makes him feel nervous and scared and hot all over.

“You just have to be a brat, don’t you?” Taehyun rumbles. He takes Beomgyu’s face in his hands and shoves in, hitting the back of his throat unexpectedly. Beomgyu gags, slapping Taehyun so he can get off, but Taehyun snaps his hips cruelly to sheathe his cock in properly.

Saliva slicks up Beomgyu’s lips. He dips his head, chin lowering as he mouths at the base of Taehyun’s big cock with too much earnestness for his pride. Omegas have certain vocal chords that lend themselves to purring for when an Omega is in true bliss, and Beomgyu seriously struggles to suppress his gag reflex and the urge to purr. He doesn’t need Taehyun feeling any more smug than he already is.

The Alpha angles his cock just right, going down Beomgyu’s throat despite all the whines that the Omega tries to make. He resists the instincts telling him to sit back and let the Alpha fuck his mouth like he’s a stupid doll, but God, it sounds so good.

Taehyun’s hand tightens in Beomgyu’s hair as he drives himself into his mouth over and over. He slurps and drools around it in the most prideful way possible, dead set on not being some submissive Omega bitch for Taehyun to play with, but his will is waning with every thrust in.

It would feel good to just submit and lay pliant. It’s so tempting. His cock feels so good and heavy in his mouth, already addicted to the taste of it. 

Taehyun thrusts his cock in and out single-mindedly, chasing his high and merely using Beomgyu to get off. The Omega slides his hands up Taehyun’s thighs, holding onto them for leverage and to signal that he’s not vacuous with pleasure. Well, not yet.

He makes it a point to not act like a goddamn fuckdoll so the asshole won’t be completely satisfied. Beomgyu needs to have the upperhand in everything. 

“Hands off, slut.” he tsks, shuddering slightly and pushing one hand into Beomgyu’s locks. Beomgyu rolls his eyes and keeps them there.

Taehyun looks down, glaring, and Beomgyu has to steel himself so he doesn’t crumble under his gaze. Being disobedient and not yielding to anything is in his blood––well, as unyielding as he can look with an Alpha’s veiny cock thrusting in and out of his pink mouth.

“Hands off.” Beomgyu’s brows furrow like he’s begging, but Taehyun sees right through it and growls. He pinches Beomgyu’s nose and cuts off his air supply, his thrusts never once halting, just relentless as ever. Beomgyu makes a sound of protest but Taehyun only smiles.

His pride tells him to wait until the very last second and keep his eyes glued to Taehyun’s to exhibit his defiance, but he regrets it because suddenly his hands are lifting off to slap Taehyun urgently. Taehyun’s cock doesn’t leave his mouth at all so he can’t get oxygen of any kind. His slaps get faster the longer Taehyun keeps his fingers there.

“What’d I say?” Taehyun inquires mildly, then he whines pitifully in defeat. He watches as Beomgyu takes them off his thighs immediately and curls them into little fists on his own lap.

Taehyun breathes out a laugh, patting him on the cheek with so much condescension Beomgyu seethes. “Good.”

He returns his other hand to Beomgyu’s hair, clearly having the time of his fucking life with such a pretty Omega below him. He thrusts in and out so hard, so deep, that tears involuntarily spring in his eyes and fall down. 

Taehyun glances at Beomgyu and breaks out into a groan. “God, the problem with you is that you’re too pretty.” Taehyun breathes out, “I don’t know where my load should go.”

“Dunno if it should go all over your face or if I should make you swallow it.” Or if he wants it in Beomgyu’s cunt, in his ass, on his torso, across his cunt. It’s hard. Taehyun wish they had a proper room to fuck in and maybe some Plan B.

Beomgyu forces his mouth off Taehyun’s cock, and Taehyun’s grip lets him leave. His voice cracks from the abuse, “I don’t wanna swallow your fucking cum, you imbicele. It’s fucking gross.”

“‘S good for you. Lots of zinc and potassium and protein.” Taehyun goads. Beomgyu glares.

“No? Tough crowd.” Taehyun huffs. He should’ve known trying to crack jokes like that with a haughty little Omega like Beomgyu would only be received with a dirty look. “Fine, whatever. ‘M tired of your face, anyway.”

Beomgyu’s about to shoot back with something about how his face alone has been the subject of many Alphas’ wet dreams, but Taehyun smiles down at him, grin too sharklike for his comfort, “I want to see your pretty pussy.”

Taehyun grabs him by the hair and yanks him up, and in a second he’s got his legs around Taehyun’s hips, holding him tight. 

Taehyun lets his cock press against his cunt, not thrusting in, but rubbing up against it. Beomgyu keens and doesn’t know what to fucking do. It feels so good and he can’t keep still, he’d rather have it stop than continue because he feels so helpless, but Taehyun’s loving his reaction way too much to stop.

He looks lost in pleasure, head going from side to side, moans cutting off and starting up again. His hands don’t know where to go. Taehyun’s cock feels so hard and heavy against him, and Beomgyu’s pink cunt is so slick and so warm. Taehyun’s eyes are trained down on him like a starving dog who’s ready to pounce.

Beomgyu twitches and mewls. So adorable. Taehyun swallows his sounds by catching his lips in a searing kiss, and this time, Beomgyu responds enthusiastically. It’s wet and it sends sparks through both of them.

Their bodies are pressed together so close and Beomgyu can’t stop writhing. Taehyun’s Alpha growls. It’s the first time Beomgyu’s did this with anyone, which explains why he’s slowly losing his mind by the simple sensation of Taehyun’s cock against his cunt. He can’t get enough of this fucking Omega. He’s entitled, pretty, spoiled, bratty, but so addictive.

Taehyun keeps rocking his hips back and forth, his precome and Beomgyu’s slick mixing together filthily. He bites down on Beomgyu’s bottom lip and the sound he makes sends affection soaring in Taehyun’s heart. It’s uncharacteristically cute for Beomgyu. 

Sure, he is cute. At first he had thought Beomgyu was some innocent, sweet, and agreeable virgin, a naive Omega who couldn’t tell the fire from the smoke. But instead what arrived was some snarky, stuck-up bitch who probably stuck his tongue out at Taehyun while he wasn’t looking.

Well, he did get one part right, and he supposes it’s the best one. Breaking in an Omega’s pussy was Taehyun’s favorite pastime, but he has no plans of being sweet and gentle with this one.

Taehyun lets his lips disconnect from Beomgyu’s, eyes still snapped shut at the hot, slick sensation of his cock rubbing in between Beomgyu’s folds. His face drifts to the side of Beomgyu’s neck, hoping to get as close to the scent gland as possible for Beomgyu’s sweet scent. 

When he mouths at it he’s met with lace. He had forgotten about that. Taehyun growls in frustration, a sharp sound that has Beomgyu fluttering his eyes open in trepidation. Taehyun grabs Beomgyu’s legs around his body and unwraps them from his torso, putting him down. 

Beomgyu’s shaky on his legs, disoriented from the sudden change.

“Take your clothes off.” he orders, before crossing his arms and pulling his own tank top over and leaving it on the floor. Beomgyu blushes and feels his knees weaken. Taehyun looks so strong , he’s tanned the way Beomgyu is pale, his chest is built and his arms look even better now.

Beomgyu averts his gaze when Taehyun flashes him a sharp smile. He stares at his chest as he unbuttons his shirt, then his heart skips a beat when tanned arms come into his view, helping him undo the last two. He was beginning to shake.

It drops and Taehyun catches it before it hits the floor, then folds it up as Beomgyu tugs off his lacey undershirt. He keeps his eyes on the ground, and he hears Taehyun curse under his breath before he’s lifted off his feet and his back is pressed against the table.

“So. I don’t have a rubber.”

Beomgyu’s face screws up in irritation. “You goddamn idiot.”

Taehyun groans. “Again with the bitching.” He lifts Beomgyu up to their previous position, “Does it look like I could be getting any action in an underground meth lab in the middle of nowhere?”

Beomgyu glares at Taehyun. Taehyun drums his fingers against the table impatiently. “So?”

“Whatever. Just—” Beomgyu looks away, “just pull out.”

“Mm. Desperate.” Taehyun grabs his thighs, then pushes them against his chest.

“If you knock me up I’m going to cut off your fucking dick and exile you to Uruguay.” Beomgyu says furiously, and Taehyun laughs, albeit a little nervously. He most certainly had the power to do that, but this Omega deserves to be pumped full of cum, he’d look so pretty, and Taehyun can’t even promise to not cum the second he enters him.

Taehyun hums in ascent. Beomgyu feels exposed and blushes when he feels a drop of slick leave his pussy. He watches heatedly as Taehyun collects his slick with rough fingers and licks it off. He assesses Beomgyu silently, wondering what to do first like he’s unwrapping a new toy.

“God, baby, it’s a shame I'm your first.” Taehyun says, staring heatedly at Beomgyu’s cunt. He uses his fingers to rub it, inspecting it like it were a toy, “When I’m done with you, you’re not going to want anybody else.”

Then Taehyun’s pushing his cock in slowly. Like this, Beomgyu can feel everything––he can feel his hole opening, the slick between Taehyun’s cock and Beomgyu’s velvet walls, just how thick Taehyun is inside him.

Taehyun is achingly slow with the slide of his hips, stretching him open at his leisure. He wants to milk Beomgyu of all those pretty little sounds he’s making, breath catching in his throat, little ‘hmmms’ and ‘aaahhhs’ until he’s buried to the hilt in his pussy.

“Oh! Wait, Taehyun, i-it’s too—” Beomgyu gasps, “too much, Alpha,” he lets out a strangled mewl, but he’s clenching desperately around his girth like he would rather die than have Taehyun pull out. 

He’s stretched so wide he can feel it in his throat, but he doesn’t dare move. He wants to be good for Taehyun. Taehyun bottoms out with a groan and Beomgyu whimpers, feeling the cock deep inside him. He called him Alpha. He’s finally starting to submit. 

The edge of the countertop digs into the small of his back painfully. Beomgyu desperately tries not to clench down so he can adjust properly and he’s drunk off the feeling of Taehyun holding his thighs open. He exposed his pink cunt taking all of Taehyun, fingers creating indents into the soft flesh of Beomgyu’s thighs. 

Taehyun isn’t as cruel as he was earlier. He allows Beomgyu time to loosen up around his cock, taking a rather long time, and slick leaks out of him at the realization. Taehyun’s been holding him up all this time, barely faltering in his grip aside from when he has to readjust his hold on Beomgyu’s shaky thighs. So strong, his Omegan instincts purr, what a good Alpha.

Beomgyu can tell he’s holding himself back by the ragged breaths that escape him. Taehyun stares at where they’re connected, where Beomgyu’s pink cunt is taking him in, and doesn’t let his eyes leave the sight once.

Slick drips out of Beomgyu, the Omega turned on by how the Alpha could barely wait to fuck him properly. He thrusts in minutely, and Beomgyu mewls. His eyes lock onto Taehyun’s large dark ones, staring him down like a predator eyeing its prey. He's much deeper now.

Taehyun splits him open around the sheer girth of it and it gets Beomgyu mewling uselessly, completely dumb with the feeling of a cock in his cunt after his whole life without one. He slides out slowly, then slides back in, and Beomgyu cries out pathetically.

“Look at you moaning like a cheap whore. Who would’ve thought, huh?” he growls out. His eyes alone are enough to send Beomgyu into a heat-crazed frenzy. They’re so intense and dark, and Taehyun doesn’t halt the growls running out of his throat and reaching Beomgyu’s ears.

Taehyun leans in close to Beomgyu’s ear, voice making Beomgyu’s skin in goosebumps, “Slutty little Omega just can't help but love Alpha cock, right?”

Beomgyu draws in air desperately, feeling all too much like he can’t fucking breathe. The pleasure and the pain are overwhelming. Taehyun lets one leg wrap around his waist, his one hand still holding onto Beomgyu's right thigh, while his new free hand plays with Beomgyu's cunt. 

Beomgyu mewls, tears welling up in his eyes. His thighs shake and his moans come out uneven as well. He's so affected by it, the poor thing. Even if Taehyun tries to remember this sight tomorrow, it wouldn't be as vivid and as beautiful as the sight unraveling below him.

“You’re shaking, baby,” Taehyun laughs, “does it feel that good?”

“It— I-I— Oh, God!” The Omega shrieks when Taehyun slams back in with so much force it’s like air is punched out of his lungs, the unbelievably powerful force making Beomgyu hold onto Taehyun’s shoulders. Taehyun’s face is enviably angular, sharp lines and strong features, and Beomgyu can’t fucking handle his gaze.

Taehyun’s savage thrusts wrench out filthy noises from Beomgyu, sounds so needy and humiliating and whorish, ones Beomgyu didn’t even know he was capable of making. His nails constantly dig into Taehyun’s shoulders and he won’t be surprised if they create red crescent marks. They make lewd sounds in tandem and it’s so much louder now that they’re in a room that’s dead silent.

“You look like a fucking doll, Beomgyu-ah.” Taehyun growls. His thrusts never stop and they don't give any time for Beomgyu to breathe, fucking his brain out and making him incoherent. The squelching sounds fill their ears and make Beomgyu blush. “So pretty, my favorite little toy.”

His cock stretches Beomgyu’s cunt, and amidst the burning pleasure there’s a dull ache, too. Taehyun’s mouth is curled in an intense snarl as he watches Beomgyu lose it from his cock. Pretty. “Fuck—hnngh, Taehyunnie!”

His name on Beomgyu’s lips sounds remarkable. “Yes?” 

“Please, p-please, fuck, ah, fuck me harder, please—” And Taehyun, ever so generous, complies.

The way Taehyun fucks is exactly how he’d expected. It matches him well. Precise and forceful, never messy (Beomgyu is at fault for all the saliva and the slick), calculating like he only wants to do the things he knows will drive Beomgyu wild. He thrums with utmost confidence, like he’s done this a million times before, and with all the skill and meticulousness he presents, Beomgyu doesn’t doubt it one bit.

His thighs are grasped in a bruising grip, his little pink slit exposed for Taehyun to destroy and watch get ruined. He’s a different type of handsome now. He looks so strong and focused, intent on fucking Beomgyu’s pussy as good as he can. He stares at Beomgyu’s pretty face and at his body and listens to his sounds like he’s trying to memorize the scene. Beomgyu does the same. 

Taehyun’s cock punches so deep that Beomgyu doesn’t know if he’ll ever feel the same pleasure in the future. He’s sure toys won’t be able to replicate the feeling of a real, thrusting, and throbbing Alpha cock. Toys don’t leak out precome that mix with his slick, they won’t twitch and reach that spot as well as Taehyun can.

“You like it?”

“Yes! Yes, so good,” Beomgyu sobs. He can’t believe he’s actually having his first time like this. He imagined his first time to be in his vanilla-scented room with soft music, pressed softly into a bed as he was taken apart slowly. Not held open by an asshole Alpha in a dirty cellar, fucked within an inch of his fucking life.

Taehyun grins, and Beomgyu’s struck by just how good looking he is. “Do you love it?”

Beomgyu starts to growl, but another thrust forces a high-pitched mewl out of him. Taehyun rubs at his waist and pinches his nipple. This Alpha was insufferable but so goddamn hot and he knew it. True to what Taehyun had said earlier, Beomgyu doesn’t even know how he’ll cope with another Alpha’s cock fucking him when Taehyun is doing such a good job already. 

“Yes, I fucking love it!” Beomgyu cries out in annoyance, and Taehyun laughs, scraping his teeth against his neck. “That’s what I like to hear.”

The sonorous staccato of Beomgyu’s sounds only urge him on further, expelling any thoughts that aren’t Beomgyu-related.

“Hah, I-I’m—” Beomgyu breaks off into a delicious keen, music to Taehyun’s ears, “gonna c-cum.”

“So soon?” Taehyun laughs. His cock is thrusting in fast and deep, less power as compared to earlier. It hits the spot just right. Whoever said the G-spot was hard to find is fucking wrong, because Taehyun found it without even having to try. 

Taehyun is entranced by Beomgyu’s pretty crying. His doe eyes are shiny with tears and he looks so ruined , just like an angel. He babbles helplessly, barely making sense as he tries to speak. He can’t shut up. He’s moaning uncontrollably. 

Taehyun grins at the downright needy sounds, eyes locked onto the trail of drool that’s making its way down Beomgyu’s chin. 

He watches in awe at the way Beomgyu’s cunt sucked his cock in, and spreads his lips with his fingers to get a better look. Then he pulls out, instantly missing the heat, but he settles for taking his cock back in hand and nudging it in slow strokes along Beomgyu’s parted slit.

Taehyun leans into his shoulder and licks the skin right above his scent gland, nipping it and digging his teeth into it lightly. He slides back in and watches Beomgyu play coy with his fluttering lashes and blushing cheeks.

He plays with Beomgyu’s clit and growls in satisfaction as Beomgyu jolts and twitches with every stroke. He takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks. The Omega yells, slick gushing out as he thrashes under Taehyun’s hold. He tightens his grip on Beomgyu’s soft, slim thighs and does the same with the other one. His pretty round eyes are half-lidded.

Beomgyu’s thighs shake and his body trembles wildly, distraught with pleasure and overcome with sensitivity. It only takes one more shove into his tight cunt for Beomgyu to come with a pretty scream. 

He tightens up dangerously, and Taehyun has to grab at the base of his cock to make sure he doesn’t fucking lose it and cum inside. It’s a once in a lifetime type of thing. He doesn’t know when he’ll get another opportunity to see Beomgyu again and if the Omega would even acknowledge him if they ever saw each other on the street. Hell, he probably would spit on Taehyun’s face if he asked for his number. 

Slick spurts onto his fingers and onto his abs, some getting on Beomgyu’s soft little tummy. Beomgyu’s body wracks with sensitivity, his cunt deliciously reddened from all the stimulation. His nipples are shiny with spit and taut. Taehyun’s breath catches in his throat at the sight of Beomgyu. He had that Rococo beauty that made his fingers itch to grab a pencil. 

It’s different from any other orgasm he’s had before, this is explosive and maddening and intoxicating. It has Beomgyu tingling all over and buzzing with pleasure, mind going static. 

Taehyun pulls out and turns him around, then slams him down onto the table. He thrusts back in, ignoring Beomgyu’s bratty little whines. All that lovely skin is laid out for him, but he doesn’t leave any marks. Beomgyu might decapitate him.

He throws his head back and allows a guttural moan to escape his throat. He’s tight and wet, the heat making Taehyun near delirious with pleasure. Beomgyu makes the most beautiful noises when he’s not being an insufferable brat. 

“I’m still sensitive, you fucking prick!” Beomgyu screams, trying to kick his legs back to hit Taehyun, but Taehyun distances himself swiftly. He spoke too quickly. 

He grabs a fistful of Beomgyu’s soft hair and pushes his pretty face down onto the table, cheek pressed against the grimy surface. “Just take it, sweetheart.”

“Shithead!” he squeals, “I-It’s dirty—!” He’s whining as he thrashes under Taehyun’s steady hold. Taehyun crowds closer to him. He drinks in the sight of the previously flawless Omega after being tousled up and tossed around. Even though they’re roughly the same height (Beomgyu is tall for an Omega), Taehyun still looks much bigger than Beomgyu because of the difference in their builds.

Taehyun laughs. “Suck it up, princess.”

Earlier, Beomgyu’s voice had sounded as if a diamond was taught how to speak. Rich and smooth. Now his voice cracks and shakes and goes high-pitched at the slightest thing, sounding pitiful and pretty. “Fuck off.” he sobs.

Taehyun grabs him by the hair and yanks his head back painfully, landing a hard smack on his ass, and Beomgyu garbles out something pathetic. He tiptoes so he can present his ass even better, and Taehyun growls. “Maybe I’ll keep you,” he says, “I’ll make my own empire and bring you with me.”

“Taehyun,” he gasps. It’s less of a protest and more of a moan, his hands coming up to rest on the table.

It’s another type of humiliation to be bent over a counter and fucked from behind. Taehyun simply takes Beomgyu however he wants, holding him down like he’s only a bitch for him to fuck, and the shame of it all burns him so sweetly he can’t help but love it. Beomgyu is sure that part of the callous way Taehyun fucks stems from the pent-up anger he must’ve harbored from earlier.

Beomgyu is the son of a fucking billionaire for Christ’s sake, he could be flying in private jets to hookup with international models who might actually treat him like he’s the finest china, but here he is, taking cock like a cheap slut from some drug cook. 

Not that he’s complaining. Taehyun looked like a model and he treats Beomgyu in a way that’s so new and exciting to him. Then eventually the pain makes way for pure, unadulterated pleasure, and Beomgyu loses his fucking mind. Taehyun thrusts into him with brute force. 

Every slam inside rattles Beomgyu’s bones. Fuck. Taehyun is smart and competent, handsome, has a nice body, and he’s good in bed? The only thing that’s shitty about him is his attitude, and even then all the annoyance Beomgyu holds for his attitude is nullified through sex. 

Taehyun grabs his arms and holds them down on his back, enjoying the view of Beomgyu’s pert ass bouncing with every thrust. His eyes catch on the curve from his shoulders to his waist, then subtly back out to his hips. Beomgyu’s completely at his mercy. 

Still, he moans, “Yes, Alpha, yes!”

“You act like you’re the shit, when really you’re just a pretty cockslut who knows how to act like they’re worth more than being a pussy to fuck.” Taehyun snarls. He slaps Beomgyu’s ass and the Omega throws his head back, his pretty neck bared. He puts on a show of forcing him to submit, when the force was eagerly welcomed. 

Beomgyu moans stupidly. The sensation is felt ten times over now that he’s actually had his orgasm and the pleasure is overwhelming. He doesn’t know whether he should cry and ask to stop or mewl and beg for more. The way Taehyun keeps muttering praises and curses tells Beomgyu that the Alpha is just as gone for him. 

Taehyun lets go of his hair and holds him down by the back of his neck, ramming into Beomgyu’s tight cunt wildly. He feels disgusting and so ashamed being taken like this. He gasps and screams as Taehyun keeps a ruthless pace. It’s so good it hurts. 

“You really look good with a cock in you.” Taehyun remarks casually, slapping Beomgyu’s ass demeaningly. Beomgyu whimpers. He can’t speak. He lets out mindless sounds that go well with the wet noises loud in the room as he is rocked back and forth with every thrust Taehyun makes. They’re all minute, high-pitched sounds that make him sound like a true slut. 

Whines pull from the back of his throat with Taehyun using his knee to nudge Beomgyu’s legs apart even further. He pushes the Omega down with more force, upper body flush against the dirty table. Fuck.

Taehyun holds him down with a hand clamped on the back of his neck, forcing his head down in submission, putting the Omega in his place. He’s solely focused on fucking Beomgyu’s cunt regardless of the way Beomgyu squeals and mewls and whimpers in overstimulation. It’s humiliating to be held down by a strong Alpha like this, to be treated like a breeding bitch and a fucktoy that can take any type of pounding. The rational part of his brain tells him to save his dignity, but his instincts and virtually every system in his body sings. 

Beomgyu looks as pure as snow, and his pale, pretty skin against the slightly grimy surface of the table. Well-aimed thrusts force him to writhe under Taehyun’s solid body, his soft hair dampening with sweat and his cries sounding so sad and pitiful. He holds him down like Beomgyu has no say in anything and he loves it.

“I—oh, please!” Beomgyu yelps when Taehyun collects slick from his cunt with a finger and shoves it into his ass. He mewls and Taehyun laughs, kissing his shoulder. 

He pushes it in and out slowly, and the drag is delicious. It’s different from getting fingerfucked in the pussy. He whines sweetly when it brushes against the sensitive bunch of nerves deep inside. “Feel good?” 

“No!” Beomgyu huffs, even as he pushes his ass higher in the air for more. One finger’s not enough. Taehyun fucks into both sides with more fervency than before, the feeling so weird and good and mind-numbingly amazing.

Taehyun croons, “Why don't you just admit you like it?”

Beomgyu pushes himself up by his forearms. “Piss off.” Taehyun smiles even if Beomgyu can’t see it and shoves another in, his two fingers rapidly thrusting in and out of his tight hole. It struggles to open around him but every thrust hits his sensitive little spot, and Beomgyu can’t help but scream and collapse back on the table. Taehyun laughs.

“Fucking—fine! I like it, you goddamn—” Beomgyu doesn’t get to finish because Taehyun shoves his fingers into his yappy little mouth, hitting the back of his throat immediately. Beomgyu thrashes and groans, saliva welling up disgustingly fast and in a gross amount.

The action is repulsive but Beomgyu tears up from how exquisite the degradation is. Taehyun fucks him fast and rough and hard, two fingers in his mouth while the other hand fists Beomgyu’s perfectly styled hair (previously, anyway.) The hand in his hair rams back inside to abuse his prostate some more, with Beomgyu screaming burning and dirty words. 

“Okay, we can stop now. Save it for next time. Wouldn’t want my little virgin to keep bitching at me.”

“You’re a bitch.” Beomgyu pants when Taehyun pulls his fingers out. Taehyun tugs his hair playfully. “Next time my ass.”

Taehyun hums disbelievingly, then grabs his hips hard enough to bruise and plows his cock into his pussy. Beomgyu screams—there are sounds that Beomgyu would rather not hear because of the sheer embarrassment it ignites in him, so slick and filthy and gross. 

There’s Taehyun who’s ice cold and harsh, then there’s Beomgyu who’s fiery and incandescent. But Taehyun and his strong physique and his tanned skin contrast Beomgyu’s svelte figure and his pale skin. They make a beautiful sight, full of passion, utterly lost in each other. 

Taehyun slaps Beomgyu’s thigh and his thrusts speed up. A litany of curses and expletives exit his mouth in a continuous stream. His body twitches and he keeps squirming, unable to handle the feeling of Taehyun’s cock stretching him open this wide. He feels like he’s being split open in the best possible way. 

The Omega surrenders himself completely, and Taehyun fucks the pliant, lithe body like he wants to claim him. 

Taehyun rails Beomgyu with much force and power. He fucks the tight cunt over and over, Beomgyu slicking up so much it gets on Taehyun as well. The Omega lets out little ‘uh, uh, uh’ sounds, sounding as pathetic as he looked. His pussy squeezes him good, the tightest and the hottest goddamn cunt he’s ever fucked.

“Fuck, baby, I’m close.” Taehyun breathes out, head thrown back and eyes closed in pleasure. His cunt gets pounded repeatedly, clit abused nonstop. He clenches around Taehyun impossibly tight, and it only spurs Taehyun on to quicken his pace. 

“Pull out. ‘M not gonna get knocked up with your shitty kids.” The Omega pants out, turning to glare at Taehyun. Taehyun slams back in with so much power Beomgyu yowls, and the smell of Omega is so thick and heady it has Taehyun’s cock throbbing. 

“We’d make good looking children.” Beomgyu wants to wipe Taehyun’s smug little smile right off. 

“Out!” Beomgyu growls, patience thinning. Taehyun laughs and shakes his head, bids the sweet heat goodbye, then pulls out. Slick sounds fill the room as he fucks his red cock wildly, eyes locked onto Beomgyu’s pink pussy. He’d be so fucking easy to knot and stuff him full of his cum.  

Bratty Omega with his pink cunt and pretty face and lithe body, his mind chants, eyes running all over Beomgyu to keep the image as clear as possible for when he needs to get off. He’s literally fucking perfect, so stunning, his aura is a mix of a dozen things Taehyun might as well be properly infatuated with.

Beomgyu lifts himself up from the table and kneels on the floor. “C’mon, Alpha,” Beomgyu moans, wrapping a hand around Taehyun’s cock for him. Taehyun already knows he’s not going to be able to sleep properly for the next month or so with this image in his head. 

Taehyun breathes out harshly. “Fuck.” He stares at Beomgyu, who is beautiful and way too mischievous for a first timer, whose eyes twinkle with mirth and effervescence. Taehyun growls and grips Beomgyu’s wrist, yanking his hand off as he fists his cock himself. 

“Stand up.” he orders, and Beomgyu leans against the table obediently. Good. Beomgyu wraps a leg around Taehyun and it only takes three more pumps before he cums across Beomgyu’s cunt. 

Embarrassingly enough, Taehyun’s sure that it’s the best orgasm he’s ever had, and he didn’t even cum inside Beomgyu, not even into a fucking condom. Goddamn. This Omega’s really doing things to him. He rubs around but makes sure to stay away from his hole. 

They’re both breathing hard, chests rising and falling. “I didn’t make you come.”

“It’s my first time, dimwit. I think I have to be more experienced for two in a row.” Beomgyu says, then he huffs and looks away. His tone of voice is soft like he’d rather not admit it at all, “The first one was intense and I was way too sensitive after.”

“Oh. Okay.” he says mildly, so Beomgyu isn’t expecting it when he’s plopped onto the table with Taehyun dropping to his knees, burying his face instantly in between his thighs.

“Oh my––! Fuck!” Beomgyu cries out. His hands hold onto Taehyun’s hair as the Alpha uses his hot tongue to lick the cum from his pussy, going in between his folds and sucking on his clit.

He stops licking and puts his whole mouth around Beomgyu’s cunt. Taehyun grumbles and he can feel the vibrations.  

“Pretty Omega. So pretty.” Taehyun grumbles like he’s in a trance. Beomgyu whines. “No, no..” 

Beomgyu’s thighs clamp down around Taehyun’s head, “ H-Hah, Taehyun, ngh,” he whimpers. The Omega attempts to push Taehyun off by kicking his chest or by pulling him off by his hair, but the Alpha is relentless. His tongue is eager and he’s too strong for him.

His back arches in a beautiful bow. Taehyun grabs both of his thighs and spreads them apart, pinning them down so they’re still under his hands. Seeing a handsome Alpha between his thighs using his impressive strength to hold him open, licking at his leaking cunt as he pleases and ignoring Beomgyu’s cries turns him on more than he’d like to admit.

His thumbs rub circles into the soft skin and he can feel them shaking when he speeds up. “Taehy–– unh!” 

The sounds he makes are so needy and wanton, similar to whorish porn stars and their exaggerated noises, but the sounds Beomgyu’s making are real , and that’s what gets Taehyun going.  

Taehyun sucks on his clit and takes in every drop of slick he can take. The mix between his slick and Taehyun’s cum threatens to get his cock hard again. “A-Alpha, hnngh, please! I can’t—”

Beomgyu breaks off into sobs. His body wriggles around, shaking his head wildly. It’s too fucking much. His back arches, nipples hardened prettily. 

Taehyun brings his hand up to pinch them, rolling them under his fingers roughly, and Beomgyu squeals, pleasure zapping every nerve, “ Mmfh! T-Taehyunnie..” he whines, and a quick glance up shows that Beomgyu’s crying.

Beomgyu sniffles, eyes rimmed with a pretty red and his nose twinged pink as he barely handles the onslaught of pleasure. “Gonna.. I’m gonna––”

Taehyun bites down on his clit and Beomgyu practically screeches, back arching beautifully as he squirts into the Alpha’s ravenous mouth. 

Taehyun doesn’t stop after Beomgyu has come, lapping at his folds and sucking his clit like he’s starving. Beomgyu argues weakly and tries pushing him away with his foot but Taehyun stays put, only pulling off after Beomgyu wracks with sobs and lands a weak punch to the top of Taehyun’s head. 

“That was good.” Taehyun rasps, standing up to rub at the knot in his shoulders. Beomgyu is still on the table, but now his legs are crossed and he’s sitting on his hands. God forbid his pretty little ass get a little dirty. He watches Taehyun’s movements and how his muscles flex under the light. 

Beomgyu shrugs, looking indifferent, as if he wasn’t just begging for Taehyun to stop lapping up his slick. His hair is a bird’s nest and he’s flushed. It’s just a shame Taehyun didn’t leave any marks. “It was okay.”

Taehyun glares. Beomgyu giggles with an endearing crinkle to his eyes. No, yeah, Beomgyu really was the prettiest Omega he’s seen. “Kidding, it was really good. Especially for my first time.”

“I’ll get you that 96—” Taehyun starts, walking off to find his shirt, and Beomgyu beams, “––after next week.”

“What!” Beomgyu yelps. He jumps off and puts his hands on his hips, completely bare (as he should be, he’s got a pretty body. Just everything about him is pretty), but Taehyun tells himself to look away.

“Yes. Now I have to work.”

“I swear to god, if I come back and the purity hasn't hit 96 yet…” Beomgyu mutters, looking for his clothes. It’s embarrassing to feel Taehyun’s eyes shamelessly roving over his figure. He picks up his undershirt and puts it on hurriedly, followed by his pants. (He growls at Taehyun when he catches him looking while Beomgyu’s bent over, trying to put them on. So much for looking away.)

“You can punish me.” Taehyun offers plainly. Beomgyu punishing Taehyun? He would like to see Taehyun at his mercy after being such a dickhead this whole time.

Beomgyu stands up properly, patting his pants, “Really? How?”

“You can tie me to a chair or a bed and ride me. I would hate it sooo much.” Taehyun suggests, leaning on the table with his arms crossed. He’s still shirtless. So this guy is just effortlessly hot.. Okay. 

“That’s punishment? That’s like a blessing to other guys.” Beomgyu puts on his white shirt, then his slightly puffed jacket.

“No, no, it’s a punishment,” Taehyun insists, “I hate it when pretty Omegas fuck themselves on my cock.”

“Yes. I bet you do.” Beomgyu huffs out a laugh and doesn’t bother buttoning his white top, leaving the lacy undershirt exposed. Taehyun tries not to stare. It’s silent, both of them wondering what to say, when something thumps on the metal hatch, “Sajangnim?”

“Oh, that’s my cue. Yes, I’m coming!” Beomgyu calls back, hurrying past him and yelping when he knocks into one of the machines. He fixes his hair rapidly––too bad, because Taehyun thinks he liked the disheveled and I-just-got-fucked hair on Beomgyu more than his fixed, perfect hair. 

He’s at a loss. He doesn’t exactly know how to tell Beomgyu that he might want to see him again, maybe at a coffee shop, or maybe Taehyun can take a little bit out of his tuition money to get them a meal at one of those five-star restaurants. Besides, Beomgyu was tolerable when the attitude got fucked out of him. His brattiness was pretty cute.

They weren’t that bad when Beomgyu wasn’t hurling insults at him and when Taehyun wasn’t being a pain in the ass. Beomgyu would only like him being a pain in the ass in certain situations. 

Beomgyu stares at the ladder, looking distraught. He approaches the rusty rung before peddling back, taking a deep breath before he puts his foot on it, then backing out again. Taehyun asks, “Do you need help..?”

He whips his head around to glare at Taehyun. “No.” Beomgyu says sharply, but not without an embarrassed blush on his cheeks. The Alpha snorts and raises his hands up in surrender.

Taehyun decides to spare Beomgyu the embarrassment by continuing to look for his own shirt. 

“Soobin!” Beomgyu yells, still on the landing, not a single limb touching the ladder. What a diva. For purposes totally unrelated to Beomgyu, Taehyun makes a mental note to buy some rust remover and to start disinfecting the rungs. 

“Yes, sajangnim?” 

“Can you open the latch from outside?” Beomgyu really hopes the smell of sex has dissipated somehow, and that his bodyguard won’t be assaulted by the smell of Omegan slick and Alphan arousal the second he opens it. A painful creak, then he can see Soobin’s worried face looking down from above.

“Are you alright, sajangnim?” he asks. 

Beomgyu looks over to Taehyun, who’s already staring. “My bodyguard,” he says sheepishly.

Bodyguard. He sounded young, and bodyguards are typically Alphas. Taehyun frowns and hopes the smell of sex sticks to Beomgyu’s clothes and that it stenches up the car (or limousine or whatever the fuck type of vehicle Beomgyu’s going to use on the way back), then berates his Alpha for thinking it.

Taehyun snaps his fingers, and Beomgyu turns to Taehyun. The Alpha beckons him over silently with his fingers, and although it annoys Beomgyu to be ordered around, he follows anyway.

“Sajangnim? Where are you going?”

“What?” Beomgyu whispers, but Taehyun doesn’t speak. He only buttons Beomgyu’s white shirt as quick as possible, and by the end of it he looks a little ridiculous because the top is buttoned halfway past his neck. Then he zips up Beomgyu’s jacket.

“Cover yourself up properly.” Taehyun demands, voice dipping lower than usual. He brushes his wrist against Beomgyu’s, light and discrete enough Beomgyu doesn’t even notice it. The Omega blushes and turns around wordlessly, speed walking to the ladder, and this time he gets on with no hesitation. 

“Sajangnim! Do you need a rope?”

“God, Soobin, you’re so embarrassing,” Beomgyu whines, climbing the ladder no problem. Taehyun sighs and stretches, wondering what to do next. He hasn’t got much left to do asides from maybe doing homework, he’ll have to look online for WD-40 and BS-40 because he has no time to look in person. 

He can still smell Beomgyu around, and when he scoops up his shirt, he can smell Beomgyu on it, too. Damn. The odds of Beomgyu accepting an offer were low, but he didn’t even get to ask. Missed chances are even worse than failures. 

He was an interesting character. Beomgyu was clearly vain (and rightfully so), he talked back a lot and was quite the demanding little Omega. For some reason, he finds it.. pretty endearing. Reasonably cute. Fine—very adorable. 

It doesn’t hurt that the Omega looks fucking great stretched around his cock, either. 

“Sajangnim!” he hears distantly, Soobin’s voice alarming Taehyun. He turns around, wary, just in time to see something drop on the ground. 

Stalking closer, bending down to retrieve it, then realizes they’re Beomgyu’s panties. He forgot that Beomgyu had put his pants on commando. He looks up and there’s Beomgyu’s pretty face smiling down at him. “2 weeks, ‘kay?”

Taehyun smirks, holding the pair up with a finger. “Looking forward to it.” 

Beomgyu gives one more pointed look before standing up and running back to his bodyguard. He roars, and Taehyun wonders how such a voice could come from such an ephemeral-looking Omega, “I’m coming! Jesus, Soobin, it’s not like I’m not gonna fucking die if I…”