You laugh as you walk home with Hyunjin, the slender man leaning against you with a glass of whiskey in hand. "But seriously, hyung, why did you leave last night?" he asks, finally meeting your gaze with his beautiful eyes. You give him a light jab in the ribs, and he lets out a groan. "Not your business, pup," you retort playfully. He groans again, more teasing this time. "Oh, come on, hyung, I'm your favorite, aren't I?"

You sigh as you grip his biceps, lifting him effortlessly off you and carrying him bridal-style to the couch. "Sleep, pup," you tease, planting a kiss on his nose before stepping away, allowing him to drift into slumber with your scent lingering in the air around him. Making your way down to the basement (chilly, I know), you find your captive awake, his large brown eyes scanning the room with a slight twitch of his nose, as if the scent of sex isn't quite as pleasant as it should be.

"You're awake, brown eyes," you say, tilting his chin up with your hand. A gag had been secured over his mouth, silencing any cries for help. You tilt your head slightly, a smirk playing on your lips. "Sorry, beautiful, but until I get what I want, you're not going anywhere."

A muffled sound escapes his mouth, and your eyes sparkle with mischief. "Don't worry, dear. I'm sure my client will pay me soon; he knows how scarce I become if I don't get what I want." With a dismissive gesture, you release him and move to the adjacent bathroom, snapping your fingers to tidy up the space. You've been meaning to clean in here, with just some old boxes and scattered thongs and lube remnants; occasionally, you'd bring girls home, but those instances were rare. In truth, no one compared to your pack, and that was more than enough for you.

After tidying up the room, you approached him again, kissing the corner of his lips and gently removing the gag. "I understand you're the smart one of Clone Force 99, so I know screaming won't do you any good," you say, smirking as you return to sweeping. The clone gasps slightly as your scent fills the air, deliberately infused from your glands to overpower the lingering odors of blood and sex, creating a confusing mix that heightens the tension in the small space.

"Who... who is it that wants my head?" he rasps, and you steal a glance over your shoulder before walking to the window, pulling aside the rag that had covered it. "Don't know, somewhere high up, I guess. They want to obliterate Clone Force 99 for something they did to him," you shrug nonchalantly. "Not really my business." The casual dismissal is laced with a hint of amusement, as you return to your task, leaving him to ponder the implications.

"When my brothers come, and they will, it will be your business," he snarks, trying to project confidence despite the helplessness of his situation. You can sense the low growl beneath his words, a feeble attempt to mask his frustration with a façade of control that crumbles under the weight of reality. Your lips curl into a knowing smile, enjoying the contrast between his bravado and his actual vulnerability, as you continue your task with an air of indifference.

You lay the broom against the wall and make a shushing motion, sealing the moment in silence. "I'll be back with some food later today, so keep quiet until then, alright?" With that, you turn and make your way up the stairs, leaving Tech to hang his head in defeat, the weight of the situation settling heavily on his shoulders as he watches you disappear from view.

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You grimace as the girl leans in, her kisses trailing down your neck, but tonight isn't the night for that kind of intimacy. "Why don't you let us take this further, daddy?" she purrs, her tongue teasingly grazing your ear. A deep, angry growl erupts from your throat, freezing her in place; she knows well enough that when the alpha of the strip club is upset, it's best to retreat. The air thickens with tension as she instinctively backs off, sensing the line she shouldn't cross.

A hand clamps down on her shoulder, pulling her away as Lee Know snarls, "Go now, slut," casting an angry glance at her. He can sense your anger and discomfort, and the tension hangs in the air thick with unspoken words. "Boss, you okay?" he asks, helping you up and dusting off any lingering traces of lipstick she left behind. You lean in and give him a quick kiss, nodding reassuringly. "Yeah, baby, I'm fine," you reply, grateful for his presence and support as you shake off the incident.

He sighs deeply, pressing his forehead against your neck, clearly frustrated. "You know I hate this place. Why do you keep it up?" he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. "If the company knew about this, we'd be fired for sure. We're known worldwide as idols; we can't keep doing this." His voice carries a mix of concern and helplessness, making it clear just how much the situation weighs on him as he craves a life untainted by the shadows of the club.

You cradle his head gently, reassuring him, "I know, darling, I know. I'll sort it out tomorrow after I've handled my business. I need to find a new boss; that's why we're here now." You pull back slightly and ask, "Is the crew ready to do their work?" Lee Know nods, his expression turning determined. "We're all ready. They've hooked some girls who are eagerly waiting," he responds, his commitment clear as the urgency of the moment draws you both back to the task at hand.

You chuckle softly, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Well done, pup. Now go; I'll take care of the patients." His eyes flicker with appreciation as a small smile breaks through his earlier tension, and he nods before moving away, trusting you to handle things while he prepares for the next step in this delicate situation.

You turn to the cloaked Sith leaning against a pillar with a drink in hand, his voice laced with irritation. "I didn't ask to come to the strip club to be ignored, Braxithr," he says, tipping his glass at you. A smirk crosses your face as you take his hand, assuring him, "Don't worry, sir; I know you'll love the girls we have lined up for you today." The tension in the air shifts as you sense his curiosity piquing, ready to see what you've prepared just for him.

You guide him into the dimly lit room aptly named the Pleasure Den, a luxurious space filled with soft music and the gentle glow of ambient lights. "Here you are," you say, letting go of his hand. "Take your time and choose your companion for the night." With a playful wink, you step back, giving him the freedom to explore the enticing options before him, while the atmosphere buzzes with anticipation.

As you step outside, Felix greets you with a blonde girl draped over his arm, her playful demeanor evident as she teases with little more than her bra and panties. "Damn, Lix, you've got the ladies swooning," you laugh, playfully kissing his lips before turning your attention to the girl. You guide her gently to a cozy space where she can unwind, helping her to a luxurious bath and fresh clothes, making sure she feels comfortable and cared for after a night of indulgence.

As you step out of the bathroom, Felix is suddenly upon you, kissing down your bare chest with an urgent need in his voice. "Boss, I need you now," he whimpers, the tension in the air thick with desire. You can't help but chuckle, recognizing the signs of his rut. "Looks like you're really in it this time, huh?" you tease, feeling the heat between you simmer as you consider how to respond to his escalating need.

Taking his hand, you lead him to a secluded room, where he immediately undresses you, his hands nimbly removing your shoes and helping you out of your clothes. He begins kissing you passionately, murmuring, "Let me take care of you, boss. You've been so good to us all." His kisses trail down to your pelvis, sending shivers through your body. While you love the attention, you're not sure you're ready for this level of intimacy. Still, you can't deny the pleasure as he kisses your shaft, then takes you into his mouth.

A low growl escapes your lips—not one of anger, but of pure pleasure. Felix smiles, a small trail of pre-cum glistening at the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, he leaps up and kisses you fiercely, his own arousal now evident as his erect cock brushes against yours. The sensation causes you to twitch, your breath catching in your throat.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," Felix breathes, his lips moving from your neck to your chest, nipping gently at the sensitive skin there. You hiss as his sharp teeth graze over your nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure mixed with pain coursing through your body.

Moving in perfect synchrony, Felix slowly inserts his cock into your tight hole. You let out a low, needy moan, your body begging for more. "Please, please," he whispers, his voice filled with desire. You chuckle, amused by his desperation. Even though he sought control, he remains a needy little sub at heart. Wrapping your hands around his neck, you allow him to thrust into you with all the pent-up emotion he has been holding back. He repeats "I love you" over and over, and you know he means every word.

Your own cock throbs violently in response to Felix's passionate thrusts. Soon, warmth spreads through your body as you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. Your seed spills out, mingling with Felix's own release as he climaxes inside you. Exhausted and sated, you collapse into each other's arms, both of you a tangled, euphoric mess.

"Thank you, sir," Flexi breathes against your ear as he slowly withdraws his now limp cock from your hole. You smile and pull him into a deep, passionate kiss. "Anytime, pup. Anytime," you whisper, your words laced with affection and promise.

You pull back slightly and gaze into his eyes. "Pup," you ask, your voice soft and searching. He nods wearily, resting against your chest. "Do you really love me, or was that just something you said in the moment?" Felix smiles, leaning his head against your chest and planting a gentle kiss on your throat. "I love you, and so does everyone else. We always have."

You sigh contentedly and kiss his hair. "Thanks, pup. It makes me so happy to hear that," you say, your voice warm and full of gratitude.

Smiling, Felix rises onto his elbows and presses his lips against yours with a fervent kiss. The intensity of his touch ignites a familiar heat within you, and you can feel your cock stirring back to life. The sensation is electrifying, and you welcome it eagerly.

You don't mind the renewed arousal. As a wolf, your endurance is far beyond that of ordinary humans; you have the strength and stamina to continue for hours without tiring. The thought of pushing boundaries and exploring each other's limits excites you, knowing that you can go on long after a typical mortal would have exhausted themselves.