“Did you get me the files?”

“Yes, I did.” Taehyung handed the man the files, standing back and ducking his head, feeling sweat bead on his forehead, 

“Why, is something the matter?”

“N-no.” Taehyung muttered, shaking his head. 

“Taehyung.”

“Jeon.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why?” Taehyung bit out a grin, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes. 

“That’s what you call an old man who is long ago dead.” Jungkook muttered. Taehyung simply smirked, placing his hands behind his back and swinging his hips side to side. 

“Don’t test me.” Jungkook growled. But it was his turn to smirk this time. “You forget who’s in charge.” Taehyung gasped, falling to his knees as his whole body jolted forward. 

Jungkook held up a small remote, shaking it in the man’s face. Taehyung whimpered, growling slightly as well. “Y-you cheater!”

“Uh Uh Uh. The agreement was that if you don’t come, you can top me.” Jungkook said, leaning forward on his desk. “We never said anything about how hard I could make it for you.”

“S-Shut up.”

“I think we have a meeting in a few minutes, no?” Jungkook checked his watch nonchalantly. 

“Motherfucker—“

“Come on, it’s important, this one. It’s your first one as an official leader.”

Taehyung scoffed. 

“Such a great impression I’m going to make on them, with a vibrator shoved up my ass.”

“Well, they don’t have to know now do they? It’s all up to you.” Jungkook winked and walked out of the office, Taehyung following him, relaxing a bit when Jungkook lowered the intensity of the vibrations.

They’d fallen back into their pattern pretty quickly, and after the events that had happened two weeks ago, Taehyung was rather grateful. He’d rather not remember what happened. 

Jungkook had shot his father. Taehyung had been ordered to merely sit and watch as Jeon was supposed to shoot his son, but Jungkook had been quicker on the trigger. He’d been hit in the shoulder, but nothing too life threatening had occurred to him. 

Taehyung had taken over Jungkook’s role and Jungkook, his father’s. The man had wanted Taehyung to be Jungkook’s heir after all, taking his place after he had killed his son, so it was only right that he took up that position. 

It had been a rather emotional day for the two men, hugging and crying over Yoonbin, who didn’t really understand what was going on. 

Taehyung hadn’t been able to shield the boy from what had happened, he’d witnessed the killing of Jungkook’s father, and Taehyung knew that it would affect him for the rest of his life, but he would try his best to make up for everything the man had done to his son. 

In just a few short days he’d changed Yoonbin, and Taehyung hated it. Hated knowing that the man had gotten such a hold on his son in just a few short days. He spent all of his time with his son, as well as picking up his new duties. 

Jungkook and him had fallen back into old habits as well, but this time there was no contract, no rules, nothing. It was just them and what they wanted. 

And it was perfect. 

Taehyung walked into the meeting room with a strained smile on his face. He glanced at the clock, checking the time and smiling. 

One hour. 

One hour was all he needed, and if he managed not to come in that hour then he could have Jungkook down on his hands and knees, being the one tied down and gagged. 

The man had promised, if Taehyung could luck out. 

Of course, he knew the dom wouldn’t make it easy on him, but he would try. 

He took a seat, right next to the man and turned to the others who were shuffling into the room. Representatives from different areas, the heads of all the different areas Jungkook controlled. 

They all bowed respectfully to the two of them, before taking their seats and commencing the meeting.

It seemed like whenever it was Taehyung’s turn to talk, the vibrations would get stronger. He kept shooting Jungkook dark looks, the need to release his pleasure growing stronger and stronger as the meeting progressed. 

It was a rather boring affair, which only made it more difficult on Taehyung, since the only thing he could focus on where the vibrations and the need to come, and then the desperate realization that he couldn’t. 

Seconds, minutes ticked by, and Taehyung could only stare at the clock. 

Twenty minutes left. 

Fifteen. 

Ten. 

Five.

At five minutes till Taehyung came out victorious, the vibrations increased ten fold. Taehyung nearly screamed, shuffling in his seat uncomfortably. 

“I think the meeting is over, gentlemen.” Jungkook announced. The other men all nodded, shuffling out of the room as Jungkook turned to the squirming Taehyung, smirking. 

With a helpless gasp, Taehyung was thrown onto the table, his back pressed against the cold wood. His pants and underwear were shoved down and Jungkook licked his lips, smirking evilly. 

“Let’s see…” Jungkook wrapped his hand around Taehyung dick, pumping it slowly, twisting and squeezing occasionally. 

Taehyung could do nothing but release breathy moans, squeezing his eyes shut in efforts not to give in to the delectable feeling of an orgasm. 

“Come on, baby.” Jungkook whispered. “I know you want to.”

“I-in your—ah!—I-in your d-dreams.” Taehyung managed, turning his head to the clock once more. Thirty seconds. 

Jungkook started to pump faster. Taehyung held his breath, clenching his eyes shut as he tried to shy away from the man’s skillful hands. 

And then Jungkook’s mouth was on him, enveloping him whole. 

Taehyung did scream out this time, arching his back and grasping the man’s hair, feeling like he was about to explode. 

And he did. 

He finally came, right down the man’s throat, sobbing through the intensity, having held it in all day. 

Jungkook licked his lips, looking down at Taehyung, smirking. 

But his smirk fell when he saw Taehyung smirking as well, 

“Looks like I won.” The man whispered, holding up his phone. 

One minute past the time frame. 

Taehyung had managed to win.

Tonight would be so much fun. 

-

I’m leaving the rest to your imagination because I’m mean like that

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