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The neon lights of the bustling city blurred into a haze as Jungkook and Taehyung walked through the crowded streets. It was late, the kind of night where inhibitions melted away, and the air pulsed with energy and temptation. They had been playing this game for months, an unspoken tension simmering between them, teasing and pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable.
Jungkook led, as he always did, with Taehyung following close behind, his eyes flicking to the older man’s back with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Taehyung knew his place in this dynamic, they both did. He was Jungkook’s little plaything, a willing participant in the obscene game they had created together. It was a game of control and surrender, passion and restraint, but tonight felt different.
They found themselves in a dimly lit alleyway. Jungkook pinned Taehyung against the cool brick wall, his hands sliding up Taehyung’s chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart through his shirt. Taehyung’s breath hitched, his lips parting slightly as Jungkook leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Taehyung’s ear.
“You like this, don’t you?” Jungkook’s voice was a low, teasing whisper, his breath hot against Taehyung’s skin.
Taehyung didn’t respond, not verbally at least. His body arched forward, a subtle invitation, craving more. Jungkook smirked, his fingers tracing the line of Taehyung’s jaw before gripping his chin, forcing him to look up.
“Answer me,” Jungkook demanded, his voice authoritative, sending a shiver down Taehyung’s spine.
“Yes,” Taehyung whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with need.
That was all the permission Jungkook needed. He crashed his lips against Taehyung’s, their kiss fierce and possessive, like he was claiming him all over again. Taehyung melted into it, his hands clutching at Jungkook’s shirt, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him. Their mouths moved together in a rhythm—hungry, needy, obscene.
The alley wasn’t empty. People passed by, some stopping briefly to watch, their eyes filled with curiosity and lust. But Jungkook didn’t care. He thrived on the attention, on knowing that people were watching them, knowing that Taehyung was his, and everyone else could only look.
Taehyung gasped as Jungkook’s hand slipped under his shirt, fingers dancing across his bare skin, teasing, never giving enough. He whimpered softly, his head falling back against the wall as Jungkook’s lips trailed down his neck, leaving a hot trail of kisses and bites. They knew that they could be caught at any moment and it sent a jolt of excitement through Taehyung’s veins.
“You like being watched, don’t you?” Jungkook’s voice was thick with lust as he pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. He grinned at the flushed expression on Taehyung’s face, his lips swollen from their rough kisses, his breathing ragged. “You love knowing they can see us.”
Taehyung’s heart raced, and he nodded, unable to find his voice under Jungkook’s intense gaze. Jungkook leaned in again, his lips brushing against Taehyung’s in the barest of touches, teasing him, drawing him in.
“Such a good little plaything,” Jungkook murmured, his hand sliding lower, dangerously close to the waistband of Taehyung’s pants. He reviled in the way Taehyung squirmed beneath him, desperate and wanting, but still waiting for Jungkook’s next move.
The sounds of the city faded into the background, replaced by the pounding of their hearts and the ragged breaths they shared. Taehyung felt exposed, vulnerable, but in the best way possible. Jungkook had a way of making him feel desired, like he was the only thing that mattered in that moment.
Jungkook kissed Taehyung again, slower this time, savouring the taste of him, the feel of his lips. It was messy and heated, their tongues clashing, hands roaming each other’s bodies, pulling and tugging at clothes. Taehyung moaned softly into the kiss, his fingers tangled in Jungkook’s hair, holding him close, as if afraid to let go.
“I want you,” Taehyung whispered, his voice breathless, filled with longing.
Jungkook chuckled, his lips ghosting over Taehyung’s as he responded, “I know you do. But not yet.” He bit down gently on Taehyung’s lower lip, pulling away just enough to make Taehyung groan in frustration. Jungkook loved teasing him, loved seeing how far he could push before Taehyung snapped, begging for more.
Jungkook’s eyes flicked briefly to the people lingering nearby, watching them, before returning to Taehyung’s face. He smirked, his hand sliding back up to cup Taehyung’s cheek, brushing his thumb over his swollen lips.
“They are all watching you,” Jungkook whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness. “They want what’s mine.”
Taehyung shivered under his touch, the words sending a rush of heat through him. He knew he belonged to Jungkook, had always belonged to him in some twisted, beautiful way. The teasing, the flirting, the obscene displays of lust were all part of the game they played, a game only they understood.
Jungkook kissed him one last time, deep and slow, before pulling away completely. He licked his lips, eyes glinting with mischief as he whispered against Taehyung’s ear, “Let’s give them something to remember.”
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Jungkook led Taehyung back into the main area of the club, the music pulsating through the floor, drowning out the chaos in his mind. The tension between them simmered, hot and dangerous, as they moved toward the long table in the center of the room, with food and drinks. The club goers around them were oblivious to the two men, but soon all eyes would be on them.
Taehyung’s breath quickened as Jungkook pushed him gently, laying him flat across the table in a way that seemed both deliberate and possessive. His heart raced, but not just from excitement. There was something deeper in the way Jungkook held him, the way his fingers dug into his skin as if marking him as his own. It sent a thrill down Taehyung’s spine, but it also left him vulnerable, exposed to everyone in the room.
Jungkook stood over him, eyes gleaming with mischievous intent. He worked on unbuttoning Taehyung’s sheer shirt, exposing and revealing his golden skin under the dim club lights. He discarded the shirt throwing it to the floor. This brought more attention to them. People surrounding, as if everyone knew what was about to happen.
Jungkook reached for a bowl of strawberries, selecting one slowly. Taehyung’s eyes followed every movement, his body tense with anticipation. The club goers around them began whisper and threw curious glances turning into open stares as Jungkook placed the strawberry on Taehyung’s chest, dragging it slowly down his torso.
“You like being the center of attention, don’t you?” Jungkook teased, his voice low with amusement. He pressed the strawberry against Taehyung’s lips, making him take a bite. The sweetness of the fruit couldn’t compare to the heat between them. Jungkook watched him intently, a smirk curling his lips as Taehyung struggled to keep his composure under the weight of the stares from the crowd.
Jungkook smudged the juice of half bitten strawberry on Taehyung’s erect nipples, painting it red and dragged it down to his belly button to press the little fruit more. He threw the remaining and took a new one, dipping into the bowl of melted milk chocolate kept on the side of the table. The crowd cheered, their thirst doubled. Jungkook smeared the chocolate coated strawberry on Taehyung’s pink lips, on his jaws and cheek, dragging it to his now red and sweet nipples, and back to his mouth.
“Keep it here safely baby. Don’t bit it.” Jungkook commanded and Taehyung obeyed, sucking the chocolate fruit with his lips as he watch Jungkook unzipping his pants. Nervousness and excitement hit him like wild fire. He is drooling with half open mouth.
Jungkook pulled down his pants and was indeed surprised by Taehyung’s groin with no underwear. “Looks like my baby was waiting to get fucked by me.” Jungkook smirked.
The heat within the crowd thrilled both Jungkook and Taehyung as they noticed some men stroking their clothed cocks.
Jungkook took the strawberry from Taehyung’s mouth, dipped it again in the chocolate. He lifted Taehyung’s legs onto the table, widely spreading for everyone to see and admire. Taehyung’s own cock resting on his stomach leaking. Jungkook circled the rim with the tip of chocolate coated strawberry, smudging it around the pucker. Without a warning, he shoved in the fruit to Taehyung’s hole, using the fruit like an anal plug. Taehyung gasped at the sudden cold texture and the crowd began to groan at the explicit show.
Jungkook picked up a drizzle of honey from a dish, pouring it slowly over Taehyung’s chest. The golden liquid trickled down, pooling in the dip of his abdomen and poured some on his leaking cock, coated it with the sweetness as he strokes it few times, the sight almost too obscene to bear. Taehyung’s breaths came in shallow gasps, his body tensing as the honey tickled his skin. His eyes flicked nervously to the people around them, feeling their gazes, their unspoken curiosity and envy.
“You are so beautiful like this,” Jungkook murmured, running a finger through the honey and tracing it down Taehyung’s skin. His touch was gentle, almost tender, but the intensity of his gaze told a different story. This wasn’t just about desire. It was about control.
Taehyung bit his lip, the heat between them becoming unbearable as Jungkook continued his slow, torturous exploration. His fingers brushed over Taehyung’s skin, soft caresses and teasing touches that sent shivers down Taehyung’s spine. He was on the verg of release, but Jungkook knew exactly how to keep him at bay.
“You want more, don’t you?” Jungkook whispered, leaning down, his lips brushing against Taehyung’s ear. His breath was hot, his voice a low growl that made Taehyung’s pulse quicken even more. “But not yet. I’m not done playing with you.”
Taehyung whimpered softly, his body trembling beneath Jungkook’s relentless teasing. The crowd around them was silent now, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding in front of them. Jungkook’s teasing wasn’t just for Taehyung. It was for everyone. He was putting on a show, letting everyone know that Taehyung belonged to him, that this moment was theirs and no one else’s.
Jungkook picked up a piece of chocolate, smearing it over Taehyung’s neck and down to his collarbone. Taehyung gasped, his body arching involuntarily as the cool chocolate met his heated skin. Jungkook bent down, his tongue tracing the path of the chocolate, savouring every moment, every sound Taehyung made as he writhed beneath him.
But just as Taehyung thought he couldn’t take any more, just as he felt the edge creeping closer, Jungkook pulled back, leaving him panting, frustrated, and trembling. The crowd watched, captivated by the tension, the way Jungkook held Taehyung on the edge of release without giving him what he so desperately craved.
“Please,” Taehyung whispered, his voice barely audible. His eyes met Jungkook’s, pleading, but Jungkook only smirked in response, his eyes dark and full of desire.
“Not yet, baby,” Jungkook said softly, his hand sliding down Taehyung’s thigh, squeezing it possessively. “I’m not done with you.”
The thrill of knowing they were being watched, knowing that everyone around them were part of this intimate moment between them. It was a display of power, of dominance and submission.
Jungkook leaned down again, his lips brushing against Taehyung’s chocolate coated ones in a feathery light kiss, teasing him further. Taehyung’s body ached for more, for the release that Jungkook kept just out of reach. But Jungkook controlled everything when Taehyung could breathe, when he could feel, and when he would finally be allowed to let go.
The crowd continued to watch, as Jungkook stood over Taehyung, his fingers trailing over his body as someone who knew every inch of him, every weak spot, every place that made him tremble. He knew exactly how to keep Taehyung on the edge, how to drive him wild with need without ever letting him fall over that.
He pulled out the strawberry that’s clenched by Taehyung’s pucker, giving it a lick, a taste of Taehyung’s slick. Everything was so obscenely beautiful and teasing. He looks at the crowd smirking, “who wants to taste my baby’s sweetness?”
The crowd erupted into a huge cheers. Everyone wants a bit of it but the fruit was too small. He threw it to the crowd and people fought to catch it.
Jungkook turned to Taehyung, “Look baby, everyone wants to taste you…too bad you are just mine.” He takes more strawberries this time, coating everything in chocolate and stuffing it into Taehyung’s pucker like a turkey on thanksgiving. Taehyung squirmed at the same, clutching at the edges of the table.
Jungkook began to fuck the hole with 7 strawberries before throwing it to the crowd as if they had been starved for days.
He notices sausages on a plate and smirks at the idea in his mind. He follows the same pattern, shoving more sausages into Taehyung who is now whimpering, so desperate to cum.
“You will have to beg for it, Tae,” Jungkook whispered in his low and commanding voice. “If you want me to give you what you want, you will have to ask for it.”
Taehyung’s eyes fluttered closed, his body shaking because of holding back, of keeping himself together. The tension between them was unbearable now, the crowd forgotten, the only thing that mattered was Jungkook, and the game they were playing.
“Please,” Taehyung whispered, his voice barely audible. “Please, Jungkook.”
Jungkook’s smirk deepened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Taehyung’s ear as he whispered, “Good boy.”
Jungkook continued the give away whatever his fucked with to the crowd, sausages, bananas, meat skewers and what not.
Then, and only then, did Jungkook finally give in, his touch turning from teasing to rewarding, allowing Taehyung the release he had been craving. The crowd watched in awe as the tension between them finally broke, the intensity of their connection leaving everyone in the room breathless.
By now most of them had their cocks out, stroking as they watch Jungkook finger, eat out his ass and finally fuck Taehyung in the most erotic way. Taehyung’s legs thrown up, wide and exposed, moans so loud and messy, changing positions to make it last longer, edging the man to almost pass out.
As Taehyung lay there, panting, spent, and trembling beneath Jungkook’s touch, he knew that this moment would stay with him forever. It wasn’t just about lust, or control, or the obscene display they had put on for the crowd. It was about the way Jungkook made him feel like he was the only person in the world who mattered.
Jungkook added ketchup on Taehyung chest and abdomen, smearing with Taehyung’s cum and asked the crowd to use it as their dip for the potato chips. All thrilled to taste it as they came one by one. Some even put their chips into Taehyung’s abused hole filled with Jungkook’s cum, groaning at the fulfilment.
Jungkook leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Taehyung’s forehead, a rare moment of tenderness that made Taehyung’s heart clench in his chest. “You are mine,” Jungkook whispered. “Only mine.”
And as the crowd slowly dispersed, their whispers fading into the background, Taehyung knew that no matter what happened between them, no matter how obscene or dangerous their game became, he would always belong to Jungkook.
Just as Jungkook would always belong to him.
——The end——