Taehyung the Incubus: Part Three (rough draft)

Mornings were your least favorite time of the day. You enjoyed to sleep in a bit, taking it slow and relaxing a bit before your day really began. Taehyung was the opposite. He was the poster child for ‘rise and shine’. Which somehow he was able to shine as soon as he rose from bed. You had never met someone who was so excited to tackle each day, although he had been trying to give you those lazy mornings you enjoyed so much.

“Why do you enjoy waking up so much?” You grumbled to him one morning.

Taehyung chuckled and rolled over closer to you. “I don’t know. I just always have been, especially after my parents adopted me.” His smile didn’t fade, but it did become something soft and reflective. “And now that I have you, I’m just so excited to spend the day with you.”

That struck you through the heart. “Why do you have to go and be so romantic about it? You make me sound like a jerk,” you giggled.

Taehyung gave you a kiss, holding you tight to his bare chest. “You’re my sleepy jerk. I don’t mind.”

You pouted as he kissed all over your face. “Don’t put it that way!”

Taehyung laughed, squeezing you extra tight. “I’m teasing. You’re far from a jerk. You're absolutely wonderful.”

That carnival was taking a break between travels. This usually lasted a week at a time, but every three months an extra long break was given. Right now, you were in the midst of one of those breaks. It was nice, you were staying in Taehyung’s parent’s house in Hearthway Hollow. But you could tell Taehyung was chomping at the bit to get back to work. He was bored throughout the day, which sometimes worked in your favor, but it also sometimes got him into trouble. Like the day he tried to clean the gutters.

Taehyung got up while you were still lounging in bed, promising breakfast and maybe a little fun afterwards. As you enjoyed the cool breeze coming from the window, you heard a car pull up outside. You shifted, slowly opening your eyes to see a black car parked out front and someone heading towards the front porch.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes. You squinted to see through the sheer curtains, wondering who could be coming up at this hour. Someone got out and their hair was just as dark as the car. They looked around for a moment then headed up to the front steps.

You slipped out of bed, putting on some clothes as you heard Taehyung answer the door.

“Oh my god!” You heard him yell.

You rushed to finish dressing and then you hurried towards the front door where you saw Taehyung clinging tightly to someone. He was hugging them tight, grasping the back of their head tenderly.

“Tae?” You asked softly.

Taehyung lifted his head and looked at you, a bright smile blooming on his face. “Did I scare you! I’m sorry,” he chuckled. He stepped aside, still keeping an arm around the other person. “I was surprised!” He looked back at the man. “This is Haneul! My old friend.”

You looked over the man, who was dressed all in black and had short, wavy dark hair. Taehyung had mentioned him before many times. He was tall with a regal stance, and was just as handsome as Taehyung. But there was a darkness to him you couldn’t put your finger on. Perhaps it was the sharpness of his eyes, or the severe posture he took. Your mouth went a bit dry just looking at him.

“This is my partner,” he said to the man. “The one I was telling you about.”

“I see,” Haneul looked you over and you feared the worst. He suddenly chuckled. “I think I frighten her.” He stepped forward and offered his hand. “It’s nice to meet you finally,” he said.

You took hold of his hand which felt cool to the touch. “Taehyung has told me so much about you. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. ”

His sharp eyes held a golden glint to them, and the whites seemed rather dark. “I hope nothing too awful.”

You glanced at Taehyng who seemed so excited. “No, I don’t think I’ve ever heard Tae say anything bad about anyone.”

Haneul chuckled, turning to Taehyung with a smile. “I think that’s physically impossible for him.”

Taehyung blushed a bit, suddenly looking shy under Haneul’s gaze. “What are you doing here? You never told me you would be out this way.”

“That’s all your father’s doing, I’m a surprise for you,” he said with an elegant flourish of his hand. “I’m joining the cabaret act for the last leg of the season.”

It looked like Taehyung might burst into bits. “Really? It’ll be just like old times!”

Haneul chuckled. “Yes, I’ve been preparing a new act.” His eyes fell upon you. “But I figured I’d come and visit before the tour began again.”

“What sort of act?” You asked, trying to hide how nervous you were.

Haneul got a slight blush to his cheeks. “Well, it is for the cabaret after all.” He rubbed his hand up the back of his neck. “It’s a burlesque dance.”

“Muna had intended for him to take over the cabaret with Oriharu at one point,” Taehyung interjected. “That’s just how good Haneul is!”

You glanced back at Haneul seeing a strange look cross his face. “Why didn’t you?”

Haneul took on more of a frown, but before he could speak, taehyung grabbed hold of him and yanked him into another tight, excited hug. “It’s going to be like old times! We haven’t been together in so long! This is going to be so much fun!”

There was a nervous pit in your stomach, but only because Taehyng had confessed to you before that he and Haneul had been intimate on several occasions. You knew it was silly to worry, Taehyung was mad about you, but still, old habits die hard.

Haneul moved into one of the guest rooms for the rest of his stay. You noticed he had several suitcases, but most were labeled costumes for the cabaret. Immediately Taehyung was attached to Haneul’s hip, the two were constantly together when Haneul wasn’t practicing or doing work towards his act. You hated that you were a bit jealous, especially since you knew Taehyung hadn’t seen his friend in a long time.

One afternoon, Taehyung had left to go into town for a few supplies. It was early, so you were just getting up to go get coffee that you could smell in the kitchen.

You yawned loudly, and then Haneul appeared behind the kitchen island, rising up as if from a trap door.

“Good morning,” he said.

You choked on your yawn and nearly jumped from your skin.

Haneul saw this and his expression shifted. He looked just as surprised. “I’m sorry, did I scare you?” He put on a smile. “Taehyung did say you were a bit nervous.”

You stiffened, trying your best to regain composure and put on a front for the usually aloof-appearing Haneul. “Just surprised is all,” you fumbled with your words.

Haneul placed two mugs on the counter and filled them both. “Looks like we’re alone this morning.”

“Y-yeah. Taehyung doesn’t usually stop.” You approached as Haneul handed you out a cup of coffee.

“I’m well aware. He’s always been like that. Ever since we were little. I just hope he isn’t running you ragged,” he chuckled. “I remember what it was like when we were younger.”

You shrugged. “It’s okay, I like him, so I think I’ll tolerate it,” you teased.

Haneul took on a serious expression as he blew on his black coffee. “I think that all stems from wanting to please his parents more than anything.”

You nodded. “I figured that’s where it started. Now it’s just a habit.”

Haneul chuckled. “He does take after Mr. Faire, blood or not.” He looked you over with those sharp dark eyes. “Not to be weird or suggest anything, but I think that’s why he likes you too.”

Your cheeks grew warm and your stomach turned cold.

“Ruby was a nervous sort too. Awkward. Out of place-” his expression softened. “But, she made Mr. faire happier than anything. Like you with Taehyung.”

You pressed your lips together, feeling guilty.

Haneul smiled. “You don’t need to be jealous of me. If anything, I’m way more jealous of you,” he admitted.

“Me?” You blurted.

He sighed, leaning forward in the counter. “Maybe once long ago I held the hope of being with Taehyung forever. But at the time we were young, and I didn’t really know how to give Taehyung the support he needed.” His face went a shade paler, and he almost looked queasy.

You came closer to the counter and set your mug back down. “You mean Dal, don’t you?” You asked softly.

His eyes shifted for a moment, then he looked into yours again. “I didn’t know what I was doing back then. I just wanted Taehyung.”

“But Dal is part of Tae,” you said.

“And that is why you’re here, and not me.” His smile was sad and distant.

You swallowed. “So you’re not here trying to win Tae back?”

“Goodness no!” Haneul gasped. “I lost my chance, I know that. I also know that when I brokeTaehyung’s heart I left a bad impression on the carnival. I’m trying to earn my favor back.”

“I’m sure you will. If Taehyung has anything to say about it, that is.” You smiled to reassure him. “The carnival isn’t like that anyways.”

He sighed. “I can only hope.” Haneul walked around the counter.

You felt bad for him, so you offered an olive branch. “How’s your performance going? I mean…I know you’re just practicing and planning for it but uhm-” you suddenly felt deeply embarrassed.

Haneul chuckled. “It’s going well. I haven’t felt this excited about it in so long. I’ve been doing ballet with some family.”

“That’s what Taehyung said. He said you left the carnival to do that.” You sipped your coffee, realizing you forgot to put sugar in it.

He laughed again and offered the sugar dish. “I guess that’s why I’m nervous. I haven’t done my burlesque routine in ages. Let alone be back at the cabaret.” He pouted.

“What happened?” You asked.

His frown deeped and he shook his head. “I was an idiot. When I left, I know it was sudden and impetuous. I had a fight with Oriharu, which led to a fight with Muna, which-” He hesitated and his eyes grew wet.

“You know how the carnival is. It’s family. All of it. So when you hurt one you end up hurting another and another until-” He stopped and took a deep breath. “So I went back to the Swans.”

“Swans?” You asked with surprise.

He smiled at you, still extremely sad. “Did Taehyung not tell you that about me?”

You smiled at him, hoping to brighten his mood again. “He’s told me so much, it’s hard to remember.”

He then jumped. “Come with me! I have something I want to give you.” He led you back to his room. “Take a seat,” he said, motioning to his bed.

Sitting down, you took notice of some of the things in his room. On his bedside table there was a picture of a ballet where he was center stage. Hanging on the closet door was an elaborate black costume. And on the vanity there was a collection of small objects that ranged from antique to brand new.

Haneul opened the vanity, tilting his head to the side, and as his hair shifted from the back of his neck you saw a hint of a tattoo there, but he moved before you could see. He offered a small package to you.

“I figured you’d get a kick out of this,” he chuckled.

“Oh?” You took the package and opened it, finding a stack of pictures inside. There were photos of the carnival, most featuring a young Taehyung. Your eyes widened, seeing him being held by his parents or posing in front of attractions.

You could feel your eyes growing starry. “Oh my gosh!”

Haneul smirked. “Yeah, he was pretty cute.”

You then saw a picture of Taehyung with a little boy who was quite chubby and round. Haneul pointed to him. “And there’s me.”

You tried not to react but he could tell right away and laughed. “Yeah, I used to be an ugly duckling as a kid.”

“No! No, I wouldn’t say that.” You looked at your plump thighs then back at him. “Trust me, I wouldn’t.”

He came closer and sat beside you on the bed. “I’m sure Taehyung has told you a bit about us playing together.”

Your cheeks warmed. “Something like that.”

His golden eyes flashed and he looked at you. “From your tone, I take it he told you how we…played together.” A slight blush appeared on his cheeks as well.

“He was quite open about it,” you murmured.

Haneul chuckled. “Yeah, well, that was a long time ago when we were young and, well…” He let out a puff of air. “You’re well aware of how Tae can be sometimes.”

You nodded, although since Haneul arrived it had been a while.

Haneul patted your back. “I’m glad he has someone now. I’ve been worried about the guy.” he stood back up and continued unpacking.

You stood, still holding the picture. “Have you had breakfast yet? I can make us something if you’d like.”

“That’d be nice. I should get a shower though.” He stood up from the bed as well.

“Go ahead, I’ll have breakfast done by the time you get out.”

“Thank you,” he said with a soft smile.

You went into the kitchen, and before you could evens tart anything, Taehyung walked through the door.

“Back already?” You asked.

He chuckled. “Some stores hadn’t opened yet.” He sat a few bags down on the counter. “What are you up to?”

“Making breakfast for Haneul and me. I guess I could include you too,” you teased.

He looked up at you with overflowing enthusiasm in his eyes. “Are you two getting along?”

“We had a nice talk.” You showed him the pictures Haneul had given you. “You were quite the cute kid.”

Taehyung took the pictures and smiled. “That was sweet of him.” He glanced at Haneul’s door and bit his lip. “Where is he now?” He shifted closer to you, his eyes still on Haneul’s door.

You put the frying pan on the stove. “In the shower. Why?”

Taehyung placed his hand around your hip. “Do you think we could…real quick?” He whispered against your ear.

You turned back to him. “Right now? Really?”

He put on those sweet, puppydog eyes you couldn’t say no to. “Please? It’s been a day or two. I got hard thinking about you on the way home too!”

You glanced towards Haneul’s door. “You’re terrible.”

“Please?” he moaned against your neck. “I really need you.”

You trembled and nodded. “I really need you too.”

Taehyung giggled with excitement. “Okay! We’ll be done before he can notice.” he grabbed your hand and pulling you into the small laundry room that was off the kitchen. He pressed you against the wall, kissing you and undoing your pants.

“Right here?” you moaned between kisses.

“I thought the kitchen was too dangerous.” He pushed your pants down and grabbed your bare hips. “I couldn’t make it up the stairs.. I need you now,” Taehyung moaned. He kissed you then turned you around, bending you over the washing machine. He pressed kisses into your back while his hand slipped between your thighs.

“Tae-” you whimpered.

“Good girl,” Dal whispered to you. Taehyung’s incubus side was quite loud then. You wondered if it had something to do with Haneul’s presence. Taehyung’s fingers rubbed against you, pressing in and finding you already growing wet. You pressed your forehead against the washing machine, squirming with pleasure from taehyung’s touch.

“I like how wet you get,” Dal and Taehyung said with the same breath. Taehyung kissed your back and shoulder, moving himself into place. You whimpered as he first thrust inside, gasping softly as he started to move.

“I needed you so bad,” Taehyung whined.

“That’s it, take it like a good girl. I know you wanted this too,” Dal growled. “You wanted to show Haneul just who had what he wanted.”

“Dal, no- '' You panted.

Dal chuckled. “I could see it in your eyes. That worry. That longing.” he growled deeply. “Trust me, I wanted to show him too. That bastard had no idea what he had been missing all this time.” He thrust harder inside you and you grabbed hold onto the sides of the washing machine.

“Darling-” Taehyung moaned. “Is that true?”

You went to look back at Taehyung, but from the crack in the doorway you saw golden eyes ficker. You held your breath as you saw Haneul watching. Your body froze but Taehyung kept going.

Haneul met your gaze and he tapped his finger to his lips.

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung grunted.

You watched Haneul and the lusty look upon his face. You wanted to say something, but you also wanted him to keep watching. “Nothing,” you moaned and shook your head. “Keep going.”

Taehyung grabbed hold of your waist, thrusting harder inside you. You whimpered, keeping your eyes upon Haneul who watched. His red tongue darted over his lips, and his hand gripped hard upon the door. Something about being watched made you feel Taehyung more intensely. His thrusts inside felt deeper and harder than before. You cried out, gasping for breath as those final moments began to grow closer.

“So good, fuck, so good,” Taehyung panted.

Haneul opened the door then, stepping inside and slipping his arms around Taehyung. He kissed and bit Taehyung’s neck who was startled by his appearance.

“Keep going,” Haneul whispered.

“Haneul-” Taehyung’s movements jerked a bit. “What are you doing here?”

“Long time no see,” Dal whispered. “I didn’t know we were giving you a show. You should give us a few bucks.”

Haneul chuckled, moaning against Taehyung’s neck. “I just wanted to see how well you were treating your new paramour.” You felt Haneul’s hand on your back. “I’m making sure you aren’t like you used to be.”

“I’m not,” Taehyung whimpered.

Haneul’s fingers dug into your rear. “An ass like that deserves to be pampered.” He pushed Taehyung into you and your breath choked in your throat. “I remember how you used to like cumming on mine,” he chuckled.

Taehyung thrust hard again and that sealed it for you. You trembled and tightened along his cock, whimpering as the overwhelming forces flowed through you.

Haneul laughed with a sharp intensity. “I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” He bit Taehyng’s ear. “I see her legs shaking.”

Taehyung pulled from you and you could feel him dripping down your thigh already. You glanced back, panting hard as you sank to the ground.

Taehyung knelt down beside you, kissing you softly as Haneul watched. His golden eyes glowed bright and he joined you both on the ground.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Taehyung said with a sweet pout.

Haneul smirked. “I didn’t smell breakfast cooking. But I did smell something else delicious.” He looked at you and licked his lips again. “Don’t blame me for being curious.”

Taehyung huffed. “You were always a peeper.”

Haneul smirked and gave you a wink. “I didn’t want to ask to join so soon.”

A bright blush crossed both yours and Taehyung’s faces. You looked away quickly, biting your lip as Taehyung started to laugh. “Oh come on!”

“I’m not joking,” Haneul murmured. “I think it would be a lot of fun to get to know one another.” His golden eyes shined brightly. “And catch up.”

You gulped, feeling that heat between your legs again.

Haneul touched your cheek, pulling your attention back to him. “Do you mind if I borrow him for a moment?”

“For?”

He smirked, placing a kiss upon your lips. “For something selfish, I’m afraid.”

You glanced at Taehyung, still glowing from his release. He met your gaze and smiled softly. “I don’t mind if you don’t.”

You had to admit you were curious to see. You looked back at Haneul and nodded in silence, inching closer over to Taehyung.

“I promise, I’ll be gentle with him.” Haneul stepped forward and black feathers began to appear around you. You looked up, seeing his hair had grown a touch longer and wings were starting to rise from his back.

Taehyung rose up a bit, getting those puppy dog eyes as haneul pulled down his pants. His cock sprang out, featuring a piercing at the very tip. Your eyes grew wide and you held your breath in anticipation.

“That’s it,” Haneul moaned. “I’ve missed this.” He rubbed his tip against Taehyung’s lips.

Taehyung opened his mouth, letting Haneul’s cock slide in. He looked beyond pleased, and you grew wet at the sight. You watched as Hanuel pressed deeper into Taehyung’s mouth, grabbing his hair and moving him. You held Taehyung’s hand, feeling him squeeze tight and knowing he was enjoying himself.

Haneul’s hand cupped the back of your head and pulled you closer. “Go ahead. Join in with us.”

You looked up at him shyly. “Are you sure?”

He grinned. “More than you know.” Haneul pulled out his cock, offering it to you while Taehyung kissed along the side. You gently licked at the glans, curious to know what the piercing felt like. Taehyung’s tongue met yours and you kissed over Haneul’s cock. You’d never done something like this before, so the reassurance from him was nice.

“Good,” Haneul panted. His wings thrust out from his back then curled forward to enshroud you. “You’re both so beautiful.”

You mugged Taehyung’s movements, licking up and down Haneul’s cock, meeting at the tip to kiss and suckle. You watched Taehyung swallow Haneul down then come back up to kiss you again.

“Taehyung, may I taste her?” Haneul growled.

A bolt of electricity struck you and you froze in place.

Taehyung looked up from his cock. “As long as she doesn’t mind.”

Haneul knelt down before you, grasping your  chin in his hand which had now turned black and feathers had grown along his arm. “Do you?”

You watched his golden eyes gleam, the whites completely black making the gold stand out all the more.You gulped and shook your head.

“I’m just…surprised?”

Haneul smirked. “Taehyung and I have similar taste. You shouldn’t be too surprised.” He laid you down upon the ground and placed himself between your legs. His dark wings spread out over you, making the whole room appear black and empty.

Taehyung placed your head in his lap, watching you with a lusty expression. You watched him then gasped as Haneul slid deep inside. You whimpered, trembling slightly. Only Taehyung had ever been inside you like this.

Taehyung stroked your face. “You’re beautiful.”

“No wonder you like her so much,” Haneul moaned. “She feels amazing!”

You gasped and tensed up as Haneul pressed deep. The piercing hit right where everything turned into sparkling lights.

“It’s more than that,” Taehyung breathed.

You were still sensitive from Taehyung’s affections, which made Haneul’s all the more intense. You cried out and whined, hoping your voice wasn’t growing too loud. Haneul took pleasure in it though, smirking the whole time, kissing you and Taehyung. You closed your eyes as the heat began to grow, it swirled into a ball inside you, and in a flash, you were overwhelmed by it.

You stirred in bed, gazing up at the ceiling. You stretched, feeling bodies on either side of you.  Haneul was pressed against your back, while Taehyung was resting on your chest. You kept your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of them wrapped around you. You were unaware then that this would become your new normal.

In a couple of weeks you returned to the carnival as it began its last tour of the season. Things were hectic, they always were, but once the carnival was settled in its location, everyone took the night to relax.

You were getting a drink from the cafeteria when Taehyung came running in looking excited. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“I told you I was helping get the main stage cleaned up,” you said. “I just came here to get a drink.”

He grabbed hold of your hand , looking like he had stars stuck in his eyes. “Haneul is doing a dress rehearsal of his show,” Taehyung said excitedly. “He wants us to come watch.”

Your cheeks grew warm. “I was helping with the-”

“He really wants you there,” he said so sweetly it could give cavities.

You sighed and nodded. “Alright. I have been curious as to what he’s performing.”

Taehyug led you to the cabaret and you took seats in the audience. Orharu sat in the back, while you and Taehyung took the front and center seats.

The lights went off and a single spotlight turned on a few moments later. The air around you was crisp and quiet, almost electric as you saw Haneul posed on the stage. He was standing there with his arm up and his wing stretched down over the rest of his body, making him appear naked aside from the stiletto shoes he was wearing.

You held your breath as it felt sacreligious to do anything while the show started. The twinkling of music began and Haneul’s eyes cast out onto the crowd. You finally breathed as it stunned you. He dropped his wing, revealing a glittering sheer robe that dropped down as he moved. His wings spread out against his back and he thrust forward to the crescendo of the music. He pulled back, dragging his hands down his body then stopping again, gazing out as he posed seductively.

From above a cascade of fabric fell down and draped around him. He disappeared inside, folding up his wings until he was hidden. His hands clutched around the fabric, pulling it taut to reveal glimpses of his body. He tossed the fabric out and back, swaying between it, tangling himself up inside.

Taehyung’s hand gripped yours tight, reminding you of the world around you. You smiled shyly, enjoying how Haneul moved his body, knowing how it felt first hand.

Haneul had maneuvered the fabric falling from the ceiling in such a way it made a swing. He dropped his robe, revealing a series of moon phases tattooed from his neck and down his back. He then climbed into the swing, sensually posing and dipping as it raised him up off the stage. You held your breath again as he vent upside down on the swing, his legs straight up in the air while his head was down. He somehow turned in midair, righting himself then tossing glitter out over the crowd. He fell down the fabric and caught himself right as you gasped. He posed again, his eyes focusing directly on you and Taehyung.

He slipped back down to the ground, laying there and pulsing his chest upwards. He dragged his hands down his body, arching his back off the stage. The flights went out again and you giggled with excitement.

The lights came on again, focusing on Haneul who was now dressed in another costume. It was a red corset with a long flowing skirt that draped around the stage. He held your gaze for a moment, smoothing his hands down his body before spinning out. The skirt lifted, flowing through the air like water. Underneath he wore nothing. He lunged through the air, grabbing hold of the hanging fabric, throwing himself back and forth in an impassioned display. He fell back, hanging there in the air. The music went silent, then suddenly started screeching and whining.

“Oriharu!” Haneul whined from the stage.

“I know! I know! Take ten, I’ll get it fixed.” Orharu yelled from the back.

Haneul leapt back down onto the stage, looking frustrated. You and Taehyung approached as he came towards you.

“This keeps happening,” he grumbled. “One thing or another, I keep messing up.”

“The music isn’t your fault,” Taehyung said as he helped Haneul off the stage.

You nodded. “And the show was really good. It was breathtaking even!”

Haneul smiled at you, leaning down for a kiss when Oriharu whistled, directing his attention to the back.

“Take a break for now! This could be a while!” He called out.

Haneul huffed and plopped down into a chair with a pout. “Set up takes forever.” he combed his fingers through his hair, pushing it off his face. “Oh well.” he looked back up at you and Taehyung. “No need for you to stay I guess. If you were doing something else you can go back.”

“We’ll stay,” you said.

Taehyung nodded, sitting down beside Haneul. “You’ve been working so hard. We want to see all your efforts.”

His smile was a big dejected. He gazed back to the stage with a little hope. “It’s been so long since I’ve been here. I can remember sneaking here when I was a chubby little shit and getting caught by Muna.” He sighed heavily. “I wanted so badly to be like him and perform on this stage. I wanted to be grand. Now that I’m back, I just want to earn my place again.”

“You have,” Taehyung held his hand tight. “Don’t feel too down. It’s just the audio fucking up. That happens to everyone.”

Haneul turned to you with a soft smirk. “Maybe a kiss will make me feel better.”

You shyly approached, kneeling down to give him a peck. Haneul instead pulled you into his lap and breathed a sigh of relief. He kissed your neck and shoulder, tugging down your shirt.

“Wait!” You gasped. “Not here.” Your resolve was wavering though, his kisses felt too good. Once Taehyung joined it, it was over.

Haneul pulled down your shirt and placed your nipple upon his tongue. You lost your breath, turning as Taehyung brought you to his lips.

“Not here,” you whispered again.

“No one is here, it’s fine,” Taehyung murmured. He bit your neck and alow growl came from Dal.

“It’ll feel so good, I promise,” Dal snarled.

Haneul pushed your skirt up then rubbed his fingers against your underwear. He moved aside his skirt as well, presenting you with his pierced cock.

“You have no idea how much this helps me,” he moaned. He tugged your underwear aside and pulled you closer on his lap. His cock rubbed against you, sliding back and forth until it grew wet from you.

“It does?” You mewled.

“Very much,” he said with a grin. “You and Taehyung mean the world to me.” He kissed you, easing himself inside. You whimpered against his lips, feeling him go so suddenly inside.

Taehyung pouted, jealous a bit. He then got behind you, lifting your skirt up and  ripping off yur panties.

“Hey!” You whined. “Tae…no fair!”

He chuckled softly, teasing his finger around your pucker. His licked his fingers, rubbing them there against until it felt like something slick and wet was growing.

“Is this you and dal?” Haneul chuckled.

“Both,” they said in unison. Behind you, they moved in close, pressing to your ass and slowly opening it. You lost your breath, feeling faint as you took Haneul and Taehyung.

“That’s it, good girl,” Haneul moaned.

“You’re so wonderful,” Taehyung panted.

It was almost too much but it all felt so good. Haneul’s wings spread around you, hiding the three of you from view. You felt them moving inside, turning you into a pile of mush and heat. You were bubbling over, taking their kisses and moans as they fucked you.

You weren’t sure how, but you were in your bed later. You stirred and rolled over onto your back, gazing up at the top of your tent. “Wow,” you murmured dreamily.

Taehyung came into the tent carrying a drink. “How are you?”

“I don’t know.” You squinted your eyes at him. “Was that…real?”

He kissed you softly then helped you sit up to drink. “You started to get a bit too loud. We rushed you out of there,” he chuckled.

You gulped down the drink and sighed with relief. “I didn’t think I was creative enough to come up with that.” You looked him in the eye. “Did you two plan that.”

He held his hands up. “No! I swear!”

You drank some more and nodded. “Good. I would hate to think I’m dating a pervert or anything.” You smirked.

Taehyung stole a kiss again as Haneul walked in. He was still wearing his red corset and skirt outfit, and he looked a bit distressed.

“Is she okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine really,” you chuckled. “Just came a bit too hard is all.”

“I really thought I’d overdone it.” Haneul sat down beside you. “Having you two watch me dance…it was exhilarating.”

“It was exhilarating watching you,” you said shyly.

Haneul sighed, putting his arms around you and Taehyung. You were quiet for a long moment, enjoying this feeling, and enjoying their presence.  You smiled, hoping this wouldn’t be the last time you saw Haneul dance.