WARNING: mentions of drugs ( heroin ), dom Taehyung smut, rough sex, degrading names

Taehyung pressed his foot down on the pedal and stopped his car in the parking lot next to the club Jungkook had sent him the address of. His eyes explored the place in one look, stopping on every figure who'd enter or exit the building. He was curious, and rightfully so as it was his first time actually visiting a strip club. Saying he hadn't thought about it before would've been a lie, he had wondered many times how those types of places looked like before, but he never acted on these thoughts. Now that he was here, though, he could say it was exactly like he imagined, from the outside at least.

Indeed, in front of him stood an immense building with transparent windows from which you could see male dancers of diverse ethnicities move their body in a rather explicit way, most of them dressed in fancy lingerie and gigantic heels, so tall that Taehyung wondered how they could even dance in that.

His eyes subconsciously searched for a particular man but upon realizing he wasn't here, they averted back to the door of the building on which you could see a neon sign that said 'Singularity' and right under that sign, there was another one that said 'Strip-club'.

Singularity. Was that the name of the strip club? It was such an odd name, but Taehyung didn't question it and just pushed the door open.

A strong scent of alcohol and sweat hit him all at once, causing him to cough at the sour mix of smells. His eyes scanned the room curiously, taking in the foreign scenery. It was nothing like he had imagined. It was a huge, round room. In the center of that room was the stage, with three poles on it. On the left there was what seemed to be a bar, and everywhere else you could see people dancing, or just watching the strippers doing their thing.

There were five dancers on the stage, but none of them was Jungkook — much to Taehyung's disappointment. However, once he took a glance at the bar, he caught a glimpse of the man, who was busy chatting with another guy — probably a friend of him, as the two were casually leaning on the counter with cocktails.

Taehyung took a deep breath and walked up to where the younger was, clearing his throat to get his attention. Immediately, Jungkook's eyes snapped up and the ravenette smirked, shamelessly checking the older out. But could you blame him? The man was quite the sight, with his smooth, deep brown hair that was pushed back to expose his forehead and his unreadable eyes glistening with lust. He was dressed fancy, too, a red suit to be precise. A red suit that made him look older than he was but hell — Jungkook wasn't complaining.

"If you can't talk, you might as well use your mouth for something else, doll." Taehyung's deep, velvety voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he instantly averted his eyes to a random guy in the crowd, clearing his throat to get rid of the awkwardness. He felt his cheeks warm up at the older's comment and cursed internally, for he wasn't used to someone being so blunt and direct with him.

In fact, he was usually the one being blunt and direct. So what was it about Kim Taehyung, that made him feel so small and... submissive? He felt like it was his first time flirting with an attractive man, though it really wasn't.

"I'm sorry." He settled with after a moment of silence, unable to come up with a comeback to the other's indelicate words. "What did you say before that? I was focused on something else and didn't hear you."

Taehyung chuckled, the raspy sound sending shivers down Jungkook's spine.

"Yeah, I could see that. You were definitely focused on something else." The oldest of the two laughed airily, raising his brows at Jungkook's friend who took that as his cue to leave. "Why are you standing here anyway? Thought you worked here." He then carried on, curious about what the ravenette could be doing in this place. Except stripping, that is.

Jungkook turned his head to face Taehyung, making eye contact with him for a couple of seconds during which the older couldn't help but notice how his pupils seemed extinguished, how they failed to display emotions. It caused goosebumps to erupt everywhere on his arms and legs, and chills to go down his spine. Never had he ever seen something so dark yet so captivating at the same time.

If eyes were the mirror to the soul, did that mean Jungkook had none? Taehyung didn't believe that.

"I don't work today." Said Jungkook after taking a sip of his drink, breaking the eye contact. Taehyung swallowed nervously. "I work as a waiter on the weekend, and as a stripper during the week but today is my day off." He clarified.

"I see." Taehyung hummed.

No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't get Jungkook's dark set of eyes off his mind. There was something about them — something intriguing. Melancholic almost.

"Well," Taehyung started again, clearing his throat before leaning on the counter as well, smirking at the younger. "Now I know that you don't work today, but I hope you don't mind if I ask for a private show?"

At these words, Jungkook's eyes twinkled with a glint of lust. Taehyung had definitely piqued his interest with that sentence.

"If you want a private show, you'll need to pay." He finally said, voice neutral. Taehyung let out a guttural laugh at the younger's remark, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I need to pay you?" He snickered. "How do I know you're worth my money? You haven't proven yourself yet, darling."

At that, Jungkook straightened up.

"Well, I could do it now."

"Do it, then." Taehyung raised a challenging brow. At that, the corners of Jungkook's plump, strawberry lips curved upwards in a satisfied smirk and he put down his drink, thanking the bartender with a brief nod of his head.

He pivoted in such a manner that he was now facing the taller man, and for a second he didn't say anything, just stared at the handsome features on the other's face. It wasn't an hesitation, no. Jungkook never hesitated. There was no room in his mind for such a feeling, no room for uncertainty or anything that would crack the facade he took years to build.

So no, it wasn't hesitation. Just an appreciation of art. Like you would stop to admire the perfectly sculpted Greek statues in a museum. Men and women, all a pretty, uniform shade of grey. With their perfect noses, perfect hair, perfect lips, perfect bodies. Somehow, Taehyung resembled these works of art. He had features that even Apollo himself would envy. Impeccably asymmetrical, his uneven eyelids only adding to that unique charm of his.

The desire to claim this beauty made Jungkook feel alive again. Like every single time he had met a beautiful man, yet somehow this time felt different. As he took ahold of Taehyung's scarlet red tie and tugged on it to make the man lower his head a little, all he could feel was excitement. Not the usual excitement that comes within lust, no. Excitement to have Taehyung for himself, like you'd be excited to own a very refined piece of art.

Jungkook took a step forward, closing the distance between Taehyung and himself. His obsidian eyes trailed on the older's mouth for a second before he smashed his lips over the older's, tightening his grip around his tie. He didn't even think about his surroundings, merely letting himself get lost in the feeling of Taehyung's lips against his own.

Soon, they were moving against each other, eager to feel more, to take control of the situation. Jungkook was first to open his mouth, parting his lips almost unconsciously while Taehyung's arm flew to his tiny waist, his large hand squeezing the younger's skin. Both fought for dominance and Jungkook sucked on Taehyung's bottom lip eagerly, desperately trying to be in control. But the other didn't allow it— hell no. He bit down on Jungkook's lip, his teeth breaking the skin, drawing a bit of blood.

Jungkook let out a surprised yelp and Taehyung didn't let such a perfect occasion slip. His hand travelled up the man's spine, trailing down on his neck before it found home in his jet-black locks of hair, tugging ever-so lightly at the roots.

He pulled away from the kiss and stared at the younger in silence, tilting his head to the right to get a better view of his face.

"There's no use in fighting, doll." He said, somewhat amused. "I'm the one in control. I'm the one who leads. And you..." he stopped for a minute, observing how Jungkook's eyes were widened in surprise. Leaning in, he made sure his lips brushed over the male's flushed ears before continuing his sentence. "You just follow what I say. Only if you do that will I consider giving you what you're craving." He deadpanned.

"Understood?" He questioned upon receiving no response from the younger. He tugged on Jungkook's hair a little harder and smirked at him, quite pleased with how this was going so far. Jungkook was showing little to no resistance, merely proving Taehyung's assumptions about him and his real cravings. He had known since day one, but unraveling the younger little by little, sentence by sentence, touch by touch.... was another level of satisfaction. And he couldn't wait to see where it would take them.

"Understood." Jungkook's soft voice put an end to the silence. Taehyung let out a pleased hum and released the man's hair, shoving his hand in his pocket instead.

"Good. Now let's go somewhere more private, yeah?"

—

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same here

—

Jungkook closed the door behind them, resulting in him and Taehyung standing in the same room, alone. Both of them knew exactly why they were here, yet Jungkook had this strange feeling of uncertainty in his lower abdomen, mixed with anticipation and excitement. Never had he met somebody like Kim Taehyung; he was the first guy to make him feel at a loss for words in a very long time. And because the dark-haired male was so unpredictable both in his choice of words and in his actions, Jungkook felt a bit nervous. Especially since it was his first encounter with the latter, and he hadn't gotten the time to figure him out yet, which only added to his burning desire to learn more about this curious character, and to use him until he got tired of him.

Because that's what he always did. Use people, crave their touch and warmth until he found someone better to provide him these. Suck all their energy, waste their time and feelings before leaving without any remorse, slamming the door behind him.

It was just what he did.

And Taehyung wouldn't be any different.

Before Jungkook could utter a word, he was pushed against the same door he had just closed, a pair of lips hovering over his pale neck and two lustful eyes raking up and down his body. Taehyung leaned in and pressed his hips against Jungkook's, eliciting a sharp breath from the younger. Unconsciously, Jungkook tilted his head to the left, giving Taehyung all the room he needed to put his lips on the side of his exposed neck and kiss his skin ever-so gently, contrasting with the way he was holding the male's wrists firmly above his head.

"Where'd all your confidence go, Jungkookie?" Taehyung purred against the flesh of his neck, teeth grazing the skin in a teasing manner that sent shiver down the shorter male's spine. One of his large hands slipped down Jungkook's chest until it was positioned on his crotch, long fingers tapping softly against the man's bulge which was now clearly visible through those skinny leather pants.

"I'm quite disappointed, to be honest. You were so promising in your texts — said you were amazing. And you seemed oh-so sure of yourself, didn't you, darling?" Jungkook's eyes flickered open and he blinked dumbly at the older, slowly coming back to his senses. "Where did that all go, mhm?" Taehyung smirked. He pressed his hand against the younger's crotch, hard. Jungkook let out a shaky moan, eyes squeezed shut at the unexpected touch. It was painful, sure — but yet, it felt good. So good.

"If you're so good at this, then prove it." The oldest of the two defied. Jungkook gulped audibly; there was something about Taehyung that made him doubt himself and his abilities.

But he shouldn't. He was good at this at this. He knew it. And he was going to prove it.

Using all of his strength, Jungkook pushed himself off the wall, freed his hands from the order's grip, and grabbed Taehyung's tie again to crash their lips together in yet another heated kiss. This time he didn't let himself get distracted and led the kiss, nipping and sucking on the taller male's lips eagerly. He knew it'd leave marks on the cherry-colored flesh, but did he care? No, not at all.

He pushed Taehyung forward until his ankles hit the bed placed in the middle of the room. The dark-haired male didn't take long to get the message and sat down on the mattress, letting Jungkook position himself on his lap and straddle him. He then smirked and abruptly pulled away, tutting and shaking his head.

"You didn't think that it would be so easy, did you now?" He chuckled with a mocking pout, tucking one of Jungkook's curly strands of hair behind his ear. The latter frowned in response, a displeased expression settling on his face.

"What do you mean?"

Taehyung let out an aggravated sigh. "Didn't anyone tell you to work for what you want before?" He said, sounding bored. Jungkook nodded wordlessly; he was getting impatient, and the raging boner in his pants was making him feel dizzy. Or maybe it was just his heroin high coming to an end. However, he didn't mind it one bit. The rush of euphoria Taehyung was providing him was ten times better than any of the ones he had artificially gotten.

"Well, then get on your knees and work for what you want." Taehyung offered, his voice now harsh, leaving no room for argument. But Jungkook wasn't one to comply easily. Especially to such a request — get on your knees, really? He wasn't a sex slave, for fuck's sake.

"No." His voice was clear, cutting through the thick air in the room. Upon hearing the younger's negative answer, Taehyung chuckled deeply. "Well, you're finally getting interesting, darling." His smile was so big it almost reached his eyes, which were twinkling with nothing but amusement.

"You can't make me obey you." Jungkook breathed out nervously. Why was it that he simply couldn't figure the other out? He couldn't find his weaknesses, couldn't get a grip of the situation. This was getting frustrating. He was losing his control.

"You think I can't?" Taehyung asked, arching his brows. A challenge.

Jungkook nodded affirmatively, wanting to show that he wasn't scared of the other, wasn't intimidated or overwhelmed.

At all.

However, when a hand gripped his hair and yanked his head backwards, leaving him coughing  in shock and gasping for air afterwards, he wasn't so sure about the 'not intimidated' part.

"How 'bout this. You get on your knees and suck me off like a good boy, so I don't have to hurt you. Sounds good to you?" Taehyung was scrutinizing the ravenette's features, admiring how contorted his face was and how his eyes were finally displaying some sort of emotion. Fear. Or was it? Because his throbbing length surely wasn't scared of the older or his actions. "But you actually quite like pain, don't ya? That's why you're not trying to escape right now. You fucking like it. Am I wrong, Jungkook?" He tightened his grip on the younger's hair, who let out a cry of pain at the gesture. He kept on tightening his grip until Jungkook finally gave in and shook his head, ashamed.

"Knew it." Taehyung smirked deviously. He let go of Jungkook's hair and pat the back of his head in fake gentleness. "Now get on your knees. Or I'll make you, for real this time. And trust me it won't be pleasurable." He threatened, and after a few seconds of hesitation, Jungkook decided to obey. He slowly slipped off Taehyung's lap and onto the floor, sitting up straight while Taehyung just stared at him, satisfaction written all over his cocky expression.

He sat up as well and looked down at the male sitting on the floor all pliant and pretty, waiting for him to give him what he craved so desperately.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

At these words, Jungkook cleared his throat and reached out to unzip the older's pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. He didn't comment on the man's dick, although he had many thoughts that were begging to be voiced. There was no way he was going to make his situation worse by admitting that the older was obviously fucking big, and that now he was even hornier than earlier.

Instead, he wrapped his delicate fingers around the base, giving it an experimental squeeze that earned him a hiss from the older. Satisfied, he hummed to himself before leaning down to give a few kitten licks to the tip. He then opened his mouth a little and took the head between his plush lips, gently sucking on it. The foreskin slid back and forth at every one of his motions and Taehyung couldn't help but grunt at the pleasure this simple gesture gave him. Jungkook's swirled his tongue around the head as he gradually pushed his head down to take more of the older's cock.

But Taehyung wasn't patient. No, he wasn't. And so, without wasting another second, he bucked his hips upwards and Jungkook gagged loudly at the sudden intrusion, feeling the tip hit the back of his throat. The stretch was unbearable and painful. Tears sprung to his eyes, yet he didn't try to pull away. No. Instead, he allowed the handsome male's cock to rest in the confines of his throat, his own length throbbing in anticipation underneath his tight leather pants. He couldn't take it anymore; he needed some kind of relief. He needed to feel like he still had some control. So he rubbed his thighs together, needy for any kind of friction. His try was pathetic: of course Taehyung wouldn't allow him to pleasure himself.

The older tsked. Not once, but twice. And then he was thrusting his cock in Jungkook's mouth, hard and fast. Showing no mercy for the man who gagged around the thickness of his shaft, gasping for breath only to be left with nothing. Big droplets of water streamed down Jungkook's face, and Taehyung leaned down to wipe them off his cheeks. Eventually, he decided to be nice and pulled out, letting the younger catch his breath.

"Told you I'm in control, doll. You don't do shit, unless I say so. Got it?" He inquired, but Jungkook knew very well that there was only one right answer.

"Yes."

"Good. Now get on the bed."

Jungkook was surprised, to say the least. Was it the end already? It hadn't been that bad- I mean, besides the choking part.

"But you didn't-"

"Shut it." Taehyung's harsh order was quick to silence the raven-haired man, who got up on his feet and joined Taehyung on the bed, waiting for his next request. "Did you prep like I asked you to?" He asked, his dark eyes studying Jungkook's face in curiosity. Jungkook nodded; he had in fact remembered that Taehyung asked him to be prepped by the time he would come to the strip club.

And he followed his orders. Not because he was submissive, hell no. He just didn't want to be fucked raw. That shit hurt like hell and considering Taehyung's behavior, he had no doubts the guy wouldn't even hesitate a second before doing it.

"Oh really?" Taehyung smirked, pleasantly surprised. "Come here." He then demanded, and once again Jungkook obeyed and crawled to the older. Taehyung pushed him down on the bed and hovered over him, his smug smile not leaving his lips as he started toying with Jungkook's zipper. "Since you're prepped, I'm sure it won't be a problem if I ask you to do two things at once." He mumbled, but didn't wait for an answer. He got up from the bed and grabbed his bag, rummaging through his belongings before pulling a purple toy out of it. Jungkook sucked in a breath at the sight, unsure of what to expect.

"Since you want to be stimulated so badly, you can have this." Taehyung tossed Jungkook the toy. The latter carefully took it in his hands and examined it, noticing that it was rather small for a sex toy. "But I don't want to spoil you, so I'll keep that with me." Taehyung winked, waving a remote in the air. Jungkook gulped at the sight. Now he understood why it was small.

It was a fucking vibrator.

"Well? Do you think it's going to magically get inside you?" Taehyung raised a mocking brow in the air, and Jungkook rolled his eyes in response. "Take your pants off doll. Actually, take everything off."

And Jungkook had no choice but to comply. To Taehyung's command, and to his body who was screaming I want it in every language possible.

He unbuttoned the cuffs around his wrists to roll his sleeves up, unveiling his muscular arm that was covered with tattoos. Soon, his top came off and Taehyung wasn't surprised to see even more patterns on his chest, all in the same style, probably made by the same artist. All of them were intriguing to say the least. Taehyung's eyes lingered a little longer on one of the most obvious ones: a red eye, that was detaching from the rest because of its rather bright color. It had to have a meaning, but the dark-haired male couldn't fathom what it could be.

But Taehyung wasn't at the end of his surprises. As Jungkook got rid of his pants, he could only stare at the man's dainty waist. It was such a striking contrast with his broad chest and thick thighs, but if anything it only made the blond even more attractive and unique.

"Done staring at me yet?" Jungkook said with a roll of his eyes, snapping the older out of his thoughts. Of course, he failed to mention how warm his skin got under the older's stare.

"It would be rude not to look at you, doll." Taehyung replicated with a smile — genuine and devoid of any lust this time. Jungkook scoffed but didn't say anything back because he saw the man approach the bed and pick up the toy. "Now be good and put that in." he ordered, making Jungkook frown.

"Aren't you gonna do it?"

"Why should I?" Taehyung shrugged his shoulders and sat on the bed, right in front of Jungkook who looked back at him in disbelief. "It's much more fun watching you do it."

Jungkook heaved a sigh, knowing he had no choice but to comply. So he shut up and merely caught the bottle of lube Taehyung tossed in his direction. He coated the purple toy with the sticky substance, trying not to look up. He knew he'd be met with a smug-looking Taehyung if he did, and he was already self conscious enough with his sole presence in the room.

"What now?" He asked softly, not really sure where to go from here.

"Lay on your side and put it in. C'mon Jungkook, it's really not that hard. You're supposed to be stretched already, right?"

"I am stretched." The youngest of the two rolled his eyes.

"Then do it." impatience could be heard in Taehyung's tone and Jungkook knew it wasn't the right time to fuck up.

So he rolled on his side and reached behind him. Slowly, he eased the toy inside of him, contently sighing at the slight stretch. He turned his head to glance at Taehyung, who was observing the scene in complete silence.

"Enjoying the sight?" He scoffed as he finished pushing the toy in.

"Very much so." Taehyung hummed, and before Jungkook could reply with a snarky comment, the toy started vibrating inside of him, causing a shrill moan to slip past his lips; the consequence of a mix of surprise, pleasure and excitement.

"My, my..." Taehyung smacked his lips cockily. "That was quick to shut you up." He mocked, his honey-like tone only making Jungkook want to punch his handsome face.

However, he did not do that. Or rather, he didn't get the chance to do that. Because Taehyung had lowered the intensity of the vibrations, allowing him to adjust and catch his breath.

"Now hear me out. You're gonna suck me off like the good little slut you are, until I'm satisfied. And if you try anything funny I swear I'll fucking break you." He growled, the degrading name and crude words sending electrifying sparks straight to his cock. God — he hated how affected he was by this. "Though you would like that, wouldn't you?" Taehyung chuckled as Jungkook got on the floor once again, ready to complete his task.

"Answer me."

Looking up at Taehyung with these lust-filled eyes of his, Jungkook nodded his head, earning yet another smirk from the older.

"Your safe words are red to stop and yellow to take a break by the way." Taehyung informed him.

The latter spread his legs wide, making enough room for the smaller male to get in between his thighs and have easy access to his crotch.

And so Jungkook repeated his actions from before, taking the now swollen head between his lips and suckling on it drunkenly while Taehyung let out a string of curses at the pleasurable feeling of Jungkook's warm mouth around him.

The younger traced the throbbing vein on the underside of Taehyung's cock with his tongue, making him shudder and throw his head back. He then proceeded to bob his head up and down, Taehyung rutting his hips up to match his pace, although it was a bit too slow for his liking. He was getting impatient — this was too soft, too slow, too vanilla for him. He didn't like vanilla sex. He found it boring.

Which is why he suddenly began speeding up the pace, fucking his cock into Jungkook's mouth relentlessly and watching the man choke out a broken sob as he abused his throat.

But the latter still didn't budge, didn't complain. He just took it, took it all while sitting here like a good boy. When Taehyung calmed down and slowed his pace a little, he didn't let him pull away. His long fingers wrapped themselves around the base of his cock and he kept bobbing his head up and down, obscene sounds leaving his throat.

"Hands off, doll." Taehyung groaned through gritted teeth, head thrown back in pleasure. Jungkook eventually complied and let the older thrust his length in his throat again, closing his eyes to let a few tears roll down his cheeks at the burn. Then, all of a sudden, the toy began vibrating and he shifted a little, intending to move into a more comfortable position but all he did was make it worse, as the toy was now aimed straight to his prostate, the head pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. He opened his mouth to moan but Taehyung's thick cock prevented him from doing anything.

Helpless. Pathetic. That's how he felt. And the stronger the vibrations were, the more he felt himself falling apart on Taehyung's cock, while all the latter did was watch him with that devilish smirk of his.

"Fuck, doll." He swore under his breath, bucking his hips upwards in a desperate attempt to go deeper inside Jungkook's throat, to push him beyond his limits. Eager to hear him beg for him to stop, to slow down. But Jungkook did none of that. And when he swirled his tongue around the other's member so skillfully, all Taehyung could do was admit that the younger was, indeed, very fucking good at this.

It didn't take long for him to come, Jungkook stopping his motions as soon as he felt the male's cock still in his mouth. A second later, he was shooting his hot load down Jungkook's throat, who happily swallowed everything down. And just when he thought he was done, Taehyung decided to be a brat and turned the vibrator up to its maximum setting, making the poor guy jump of surprise and quickly remove the older's cock from his mouth so he could breathe freely again.

"You okay, doll?" Taehyung wanted to know, his voice laced with concern. He was worried he'd been too rough with the younger — after all, it was probably his first experience with someone like Taehyung, and the last thing the man wanted was to actually hurt him in a way that wouldn't bring him pleasure. Sure he enjoyed seeing people fall apart under him, lose their control over themselves, cry and beg for him to be gentle. But he only liked it when the other person did as well.

Now, he knew that fully giving up your control wasn't an easy task, especially for strong personalities such as Jungkook. Which was exactly why he didn't want to push him. No. He wanted to take his time until the latter was completely familiar with all of this. And then, only then would the fun really begin.

"Y-yellow." Jungkook uttered exhaustedly. Taehyung, upon hearing this simple word, turned off the vibrator and slipped his arms under Jungkook's armpits to help him back up. The younger sat on the bed, breathing raggedly while Taehyung rummaged through his bag once again to find a bottle of water. He tossed it to Jungkook, who thanked him with a nod of his head and quickly drank the content of the bottle, each sip easing the painful burn in his throat a little more.

"Do you want to stop here? We can continue another time, or just-"

Jungkook chuckled and shook his head, interrupting the older's rambling. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and cleared his throat, wincing afterwards because it still ached.

"Fuck, no. I'm fine. Really. I just need some time to- well, to breathe." He admitted, looking down at his feet. Taehyung nodded in understanding and they sat in silence for a couple of minutes during which Jungkook's breathing gradually became steadier. "We can continue, now." He said once he came back to his senses.

Taehyung nodded in response and turned on the vibrator, on one of the lowest settings to give Jungkook the time to adjust.

"Alright, come here then." Taehyung said, patting the sheets. Jungkook got closer to the dark-haired male, waiting for the next instructions. "Lie down." The latter added, Jungkook once again complying and lying on his back while he tried not to think about the fact that he was completely naked whereas the older was still almost fully dressed.

"You sure you stretched enough, right?" Taehyung wanted to make sure as he held the bottle of lube between his fingers, staring at the younger worriedly. But the latter only gave him a nod, and Taehyung chose to believe him.

Finally, finally he took off his garnements, starting with the red suit jacket he was wearing. Doing everything slow, as if he enjoyed seeing Jungkook squirm in anticipation, obviously flustered at the current situation. He probably did enjoy it, to be fair. Once he had finally gotten rid of his pants, his tie and his white blouse, Jungkook took his time to admire his body. Just like his face, there seemed to be no flaw on his smooth, honey-toned skin. No abs, only a flat tummy and surprisingly enough, he had an ass.

What a waste. Jungkook thought. If the man before him wasn't dominant, he'd make one hell of a bottom. Too bad.

"It's rude to stare, doll." The tall man rasped as he took place on the bed, kneeling on the sheets while he watched Jungkook amusingly.

Right.

"Sorry..."

"Come here." Taehyung demanded. "And put your legs on my shoulders."

Jungkook's brows creased into a frown at the rather strange request. "Why?" He voiced his thoughts, too curious to keep his questions to himself.

With a sigh, Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's ankles and lifted his legs with no effort at all, which surprised the younger since he was way heavier than him. His legs were soon placed on the dark-haired male shoulders and Jungkook decided not to ask any more question. He just watched Taehyung pour a generous amount of lube on his left hand and coat his length with the sticky substance, the smell of strawberry invading Jungkook's nostrils, which made him roll his eyes.

Of course Taehyung was the kind of guy who liked flavored lube.

He didn't get the time to say anything about it, though. Mostly because Taehyung had just removed the toy from his hole and now he had a pretty clear idea about what was going to come next.

"You going to fuck me?" He wanted to make sure. He straightened up a little to observe Taehyung's face intently.

"What does it look like?" The older sighed as he aligned his length with Jungkook's entrance, repositioning his legs so he'd be a little more comfortable. He briefly checked the man's facial expressions to make sure he wasn't doing anything wrong or going too fast, before he pushed himself in slowly, almost moaning out loud as he felt warmth welcome his throbbing cock, Jungkook's hole clenching and unclenching around him. It showed absolutely no resistance and he couldn't help but snicker at this.

"You weren't kidding when you said you were stretched." He smirked knowingly, one of his hands leaving Jungkook's legs to grab ahold of his cock. He ran his thumb against the tip, collecting all the pre-cum that was already dribbling from the slit, and brought his finger to his mouth, sucking it clean. Jungkook gasped at the sight, but he refused to admit how aroused he was by this whole situation, so he just held back his moan and glared at the male.

The other didn't pay any attention to it and merely started moving his hips, both of his hands flying to Jungkook's sides to hold him still as he thrusted in and out of him, a string of curses leaving his mouth as he felt the man's hole suck him back in every time he pulled out. He slammed in the raven-haired male a little harder, earning a choked out cry in response. Tilting his head to the side, Taehyung gave Jungkook a smug smile.

"Cant hold it in any longer?" He teased. And, as expected, he got another glare. "You fucking brat." He groaned. "I should fuck that attitude out of you."

Jungkook's eyes twinkled with a brief spark of desire.

"Then do it." He whispered. He didn't have to say it twice. Only a couple seconds later, Taehyung was back inside him, deep. Filling him up so good — to the point he couldn't help but whine, squirming under the taller male to try and have more.

He always wanted more, he felt like there was nothing on this earth that could satisfy him completely. After each one of his one-night stands, he had this awful feeling in the pit of his stomach: frustration.

It had become, for him, the aftermath of pleasure.

Thankfully, Taehyung got the message and almost pulled out, teasing the man's hole with his head only to slam back in harshly, a loud sound of skin-clapping and an obscene moan breaking the silence of the room. Jungkook rolled his head on the pillow, breathing heavily as Taehyung began fucking into him rapidly, each motion of his hips making his body tremble. But he didn't mind it. He didn't mind the way Taehyung's cock was stretching him out uncomfortably wide either, didn't mind the pain shooting up his spine with each powerful thrust of his skilled hips.

If anything, the pain only made him feel alive.

"T-Taehyung-" he gasped, eyes squeezed shut as another wave of pleasure hit him, twisting his stomach in ways he couldn't explain with words. "H-hurts." He mumbled.

"But hurts so good, right?" Taehyung smirked as he rolled his hips again, his cock brushing against Jungkook's prostate. The man let out an even louder moan at the sudden contact, his back arching on the mattress. "Look at you, already moaning like a slut on my cock." He sighed, shaking his head slowly as he kept on thrusting, avoiding Jungkook's sweet spot purposely.

"M' not a slut." Jungkook managed to choke out in between two moans. Taehyung chuckled at that, poking his tongue out to lick his lips, eyebrows arched in a mocking way.

"You aren't?" His following thrust hit Jungkook's prostate dead-on, causing the poor guy to tear up as he tried to hold in his moans. A pathetic whimper slipped past his lips and he whined high in his throat — he wanted more. But he was too scared, too prideful to ask. "Then why are you crying on my cock? You should hear the sound you make, doll." Taehyung growled, tightening his hold around Jungkook's sides. The latter exhaled shakily, the older's nails scratching his skin oh-so painfully. He hummed in delight, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he tried not to let this immense pleasure cloud his mind. But it was too late. He was far gone already, forgetting the bet as he let Taehyung use his body however he wanted.

"Fuck I- I'm close, Tae. Yes, fuck-" he rambled incoherently and bucked his hips up to allow Taehyung's length to slide deeper inside him, hitting places he didn't even know existed. He thought he couldn't be anymore satisfied, thought he was at the epitome of pleasure, but no — as said pleasure seemed to increase tenfold once he felt strong vibrations on the tip of his own hard shaft. He snapped his eyes up and looked at Taehyung, who was smiling devilishly, waving the vibrator's remote in his direction.

Suddenly the intensity of the vibrations increased and Jungkook almost screamed at how good it felt. He was so overwhelmed, he couldn't even see his surroundings clearly. Or was it the heroin again? He didn't know, didn't care. All he cared about right now was releasing all the tension built up in his stomach.

"You're not cumming until you admit how much of a dirty fucking whore you are. And I'm not playing around. I can keep doing this all night, I don't mind." Taehyung said, smiling in victory. Fuck, Jungkook hated that smile. But he was in no position to oppose. "Or I can tie you up and leave this on all night 'till you pass out from exhaustion. Whatever suits you, doll." He winked and rolled his hips painfully slow, eliciting a groan from the male beneath him.

There was a silence upon the two, both waiting for the other to do something. Jungkook didn't want to admit it. He didn't. But he himself couldn't deny the truth.

He liked being degraded.

He liked being a slut.

But saying it out loud? Not so much.

"Well?" Taehyung raised his eyebrows expectantly. A click was heard, and before Jungkook could say anything else the vibrator was on its maximum setting, firmly pressed against the head of his cock. He writhed on the bed, arching his back as his body shook violently due to the sudden wave of pleasure.

"F-fuck, yes, fine- I'll-" he spluttered and forced himself to meet Taehyung's eyes, who were glistening with nothing but lust and amusement. He knew the effect he had on the younger. He had to. And Jungkook hated that he did. "P-please stop, I'll say it just-" he teared up, having no idea how he was supposed to deal with all these new sensations bubbling inside of him.

Taehyung showed mercy and lowered the settings, bringing Jungkook closer to himself by his bruised sides; which resulted in his cock sliding deeper inside of him, and the man let out a high-pitched whine as he felt the head push against his prostate; enough to stimulate him but not enough to bring him the pleasure he yearned for.

"M' waiting, doll." Taehyung said, tone calm.

Jungkook took a deep breath — as deep as it could be considering his throat hurt like hell, he had a dick up his ass and a vibrator on his own dick. But you get it.

"What are you, Jungkook?"

"I am a-a slut." He stuttered. There. He said it. It didn't sound so hot now that it was coming out of his own mouth. He almost felt ashamed, but when Taehyung resumed his motions from earlier, thrusting hard and fast inside him, he quickly forgot about the awkwardness.

"I'm glad you know." Taehyung smirked. "There you go, doll." He added as he bottomed out inside Jungkook, grabbing ahold of his length to jerk him off. The overstimulated male shuddered, searching for something to hold onto only to find nothing. His fists clenched around the sheets as he let out a string of whimpers, spurting his cum all over Taehyung's hands, some dribbling down his fingers and onto his own stomach.

"See?" Taehyung smiled, almost sheepishly. "Good things come when you obey. You should do that more often." With that, he removed his cock from Jungkook's hole, causing the latter to whine softly at the loss. Amusement flickered in his eyes when he noticed the younger's hole clenching over nothing but air, desperate to feel full again.

Jungkook scoffed and went to sit up, but Taehyung didn't let him. With one of his hands, he pushed him back on the bed and held him in place, shooting him a challenging glare.

"Finish what you started." He demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. Jungkook wasn't going to oppose, anyways. After what the older had brought him, how much pleasure he gave him, it felt normal to return the favor. So he sat up and wrapped his tatted fingers around Taehyung's thick cock, squeezing the base before running his hand up and down the length at a fast, steady pace. The taller male threw his head back, mumbling profanities under his breath while Jungkook worked wonders on his shaft.

When he felt close to his release, he slapped the boy's hand off him and replaced it with his own. "Close your eyes, darling." He advised, though it sounded more like an order. Jungkook did as he was told, resisting the urge to peak. "Stick your tongue out." Taehyung added. Once again, Jungkook complied.

And a few seconds later, he heard a loud, raspy groan. And then he felt something sticky on his tongue, some landing on his face.

"Good boy." Taehyung whispered when Jungkook opened his eyes to stare at him, looking strangely innocent considering the circumstances. Taehyung chuckled at how surprised and lost the man looked and wiped his white-stained cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, the corners of his lips curved into a big smile. "You have no idea how pretty you look like this. Ruined."

Jungkook had no idea what that meant, nor how he looked.

But he sure as hell knew this wasn't going to be a one time thing. There was no way he'd ever let go of whatever Taehyung had given him.