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"what on earth is wrong with you?" jungkook asked taehyung as he pulled the elder inside his office forcefully.

"what do you mean? everything is fine–" taehyung was confused by jungkook's behavior. he just got back from the practice room.

"did your jealous ass really had to go after jimin like that?!" jungkook raised his voice and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I never— oh, hold up, you're protecting jimin?" taehyung chuckled darkly. "you're on his side?"

"I am on the side of the one who is innocent in this situation. you even started the conversation by subtly calling him a roach." jungkook accused the elder.

"well he called me one without being subtle." taehyung responded. "how do you know all this? did jimin complain about it to you?"

"no, I overheard it all. I wanted to join you two, but ended up being disappointed in you." jungkook rolled his eyes and gulped down a glass of whiskey that stood on his table.
"why the hell does that threesome bother you so much? because you've never had one in your life?"

"no, kook, it bothers me because not one, but two men were fucking you, and one of them just happened to be somebody I hate." taehyung explained in a somewhat calm manner. "and, of course, I'm jealous! how can I not be? I have to tolerate this—"

"you?" jungkook laughed loudly. "tolerating that threesome that happened once after we started dating? darling, so you think I am fine with hundreds of disgusting old men checking out your ass and shoving dollar bills in your booty shorts at the strip club?"
taehyung silenced down as jungkook began walking towards him slowly.
"you think that makes me... I don't know, happy? or what? it also makes me jealous! and it is a regular thing, which means I have been and still am trying to tolerate it without breaking in in the middle of a performance and beating their asses up."

"but I've never fucked anyone."

"let's not even mention janesser who, by the way, thankfully was murdered by my sister, almost raped you!"

"almost!"

"kim taehyung!" he yelled. "I've been holding this in for two long and, you know what? I don't think I can take it anymore. whenever I visited you in the club back when you thought I was dead, it killed me to see others stare and touch what belongs to me."

"b-but it's just a job... of mine." taehyung stuttered out quietly.

"quit it." he whispered darkly.

"what?"

"quit your job at the strip club." jungkook said demandingly. "that way we'll be even... almost."

"but, jungkook, I cannot just quit it! first of all I like it, second of all, I get paid a lot, and third of all, the club will lose more than half of their customers." taehyung explained and exhaled loudly in frustration.

"I don't give a fuck about the club, it's also dangerous, considering the fact that jackson and yeona had a hideout there, and you never even suspected that." jungkook said. "and about the money... dance for me instead. if you like it so much, I'll set up a stage for you and you will be performing for me privately. I'll pay double the amount."

"babe... that's a great deal, but I'd have to decline—"

"I never said you had a choice." he replied coldly.

"excuse me?"

"no, you are not excused." jungkook grabbed taehyung's waist and pulled him in. "what part of 'you belong to me' did you not get? do I have to say it louder... or do I have to show you?"

"possessive, aren't we?" taehyung's eyes met jungkook's and in that mere moment, taehyung's flirty gaze collided with jungkook's dark one; the younger practically devoured him with one look.

"I'm not only possessive..." jungkook pushed taehyung on the couch, startling the elder. "I also like being on top of things... would you like to be one of them?"
taehyung smirked as he looked at jungkook who was illuminated by the light coming from the window. his red hair ends were long gone, but the tattoos and piercings remained. he licked his lips – a habit which made taehyung lose his mind, it acted as a little reminder that his lip was pierced and that those lips were planning to make taehyung feel wonderful things very soon.

he lowered himself down onto taehyung's body, his knee in between the elder's thighs.
taehyung heard himself let out a muffled moan as jungkook's hands wrapped around his neck. one hand held his nape while the other one entangled in his soft hair, suddenly pulling hard at it.

"if I see you with another representative of the male species and they'll dare to at least give you a not-so-friendly look..." jungkook came closer to his ear and whispered. "you'll lose the ability to walk for an entire week."

clothes fell onto the floor, loud moans filled up the room as jungkook thrusted into taehyung, admiring how taehyung looked beneath him –– moaning and trying to grip the leather couch into his fists. when jungkook's lips met taehyung's, he wrapped his hands behind jungkook's back on reflex, leaving a generous amount of scratches on it. jungkook seemed to enjoy it.
taehyung licked the lip piercing and received a smirk from jungkook, seconds before his pace increased, causing taehyung to lock his spine into an arch and throw his head back. he bit his lip, trying to suppress the embarrassing sounds that left his mouth during every thrust as his hand slowly reached down to his dripping cock.

jungkook's hand opened taehyung's jaw, he traced his thumb across his swollen lip.
"I want to hear you scream and moan my name so loud, that those morons hear you all the way at the strip club."

"j-jungkook-ah..." taehyung moaned out and closed his eyes. "ah, fuck!"

"nah-ah, you'll cum from my cock only." jungkook said as he slapped taehyung's hand away and secured both above his head. he pressed them hard into the couch knowing how much taehyung actually loved the feeling, his hands flew into fists and his feet curled from the pleasure.

taehyung shook his head in desperation.
"no... j-jungkookie... I can't... not like that..."

"you will."
jungkook gripped the other's calves and forced them to rest on his shoulders as taehyung whimpered in surprise.
"didn't know you were that flexible... but I guess all those years of grinding on a pole payed off."

the change of angle allowed jungkook to hit the other's sweet spot on every single thrust. he sped up, reaching what seemed like an animalistic pace, sending taehyung into a bottomless pit of ecstasy until he's almost crying from pleasure. he thrashed on the couch, trying to escape the intense pleasure but wanting to get more of it at the same time.

taehyung lost it. he threw his head back and gave a loud, drawn out moan cumming in the messiest way possible. his whole body quivered and he thrashed against jungkook's grip, a couple tears rolling down his cheeks, making his face look even more lewd than before.
jungkook growls at the filthy visual with a smirk and thrusts a couple more times before filling his insides with hot cum, some of it dripping out when he pulled out slowly on purpose, enjoying the way taehyung twisted and turned from the overstimulation.

he looked thoroughly fucked: his gaze clouded and hazy, his mouth open as he regained his normal breathing, and his skin pearled with sweat all over, as well as his cherry pink cheeks and hickey-covered chest.
jungkook ran a hand from his lover's lower stomach up to his chest, collecting some of the cum on his way. his other hand opened taehyung's mouth before pushing in two fingers and making taehyung suck on them like a lollipop.

taehyung pulled out the fingers and licked his lips.
"jungkook..."

"yeah?"

taehyung rose to his knees, straddling jungkook's thighs before leaning in to his ear.
"let me ride you."

"you have the strength in you for round two?" jungkook smirked widely, wrapping his hands around taehyung's waist and slowly starting to lower his body down. "you look tired already."

"if you had the energy to be fucked by two men at once, what makes me any different from you?" taehyung asked quietly. "today... I'll be up for three rounds."

"what about two more now... and three more at home?"

"whatever you say."

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"should we buy an even bigger bed so all three of us would fit?" jimin asked hoseok as they got ready for going out.

"he has a house... but he prefers staying in the gang building since he gets up for work early." hoseok replied. "but it doesn't feel right to be here without him."

"exactly!" jimin chirped. "if he moves into our house, that empty spot in the walk-in wardrobe won't be empty anymore. it seriously gets on my nerves."

jimin added finishing touches to his hair and grabbed his knife off the table, wanting to secure it in a special pocket of his jeans.

"what are you doing?" hoseok asked.

"we gotta be prepared, you know?" jimin responded. "anything can happen."

"babe." hoseok took the knife away from him and placed it back on the table. "yoongi invited us to the most prestigious restaurant in seoul, celebrities and billionaires are always in places as such, you think they won't check our belongings?"

"yes, but—"

"our guards are waiting for us outside, and yoongi will kill both of us if we're gonna be late, so let's go already." hoseok grabbed jimin gently by the waist and lead him to the door.

he opened it and was met by a stranger wearing all black.

"do I know you...?" hoseok asked with confusion.

"who are you?" jimin looked from behind hoseok.

the strange man looked up, he silently looked at both before a wide smirk appeared on his lips. hoseok and jimin froze upon seeing about a dozen more men appear from behind a wall, walking slowly towards them...

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