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It was Taehyung’s idea, really. Somehow, it always was. Jungkook had vehemently opposed it, the first time Taehyung brought it up, because why in the world would he want to have sex in front of a bunch of strangers? Why would he want them all ogling at Taehyung? Jungkook knows full well how fucking delicious Taehyung looks, especially when he’s in the throes of passion, dreamy expression gracing his features. Let a bunch of random people see that? No thanks.

But as Jungkook soon learned, he really can’t say no to Taehyung, even if it’s Taehyung talking him into exposing his dick to an entire club full of people. And Jungkook always fusses, pretends like he doesn’t always come the hardest when there’s an audience, like he doesn’t secretly love being watched (though he won’t admit it to Taehyung). Truthfully, he didn’t like it at all the first few times, didn’t like people looking at Taehyung like that—pure hunger in their eyes—while he fell apart on Jungkook’s cock. He wanted to be jealous or angry, but over time as their ventures to the sex club became more of a routine than a one-off, that desire to be angry morphed into wanting to show Taehyung off. Yeah, you can look, but no one else can touch him like this. He’s mine. But you can watch how good I give it to him all you want.

Jungkook remembers all of this as he enters their apartment. He had come home to Taehyung dressed in tight jeans and an oversized unbuttoned shirt, tight v-neck exposed and extra-long black choker wrapped around his throat, looking more like a leash than anything. He had that look in his eyes, enhanced by the smudged kohl, the one where Jungkook just knows he wants something more than romping around their own bedroom. He barely had time to toss his bag to the ground before Taehyung was dragging him into their bedroom, insisting he change into something sexier.  

“Again, Taehyung? We just went last week,” Jungkook asks, complaints basically a formality at this point. Taehyung just rolls his eyes, throws tight leather pants and a black tank at Jungkook. He watches him change, focusing intently on how Jungkook’s muscles move and tense as he struggles momentarily to get the pants on. No sooner is Jungkook dressed that Taehyung is tugging him towards the bathroom, caging him in against the sink as he carefully draws on some eyeliner because “ you’re always hot, but you know I have a thing for this .” And really, Jungkook can’t argue with that.  

Taehyung finishes, caps the eyeliner and tosses it back into the drawer. Jungkook takes that moment to reverse their positions, pinning Taehyung to the bathroom counter by his hips, moving into his space to mouth at his neck.

“Eager?” Taehyung laughs quietly.

Jungkook pulls back, the mirth obvious in his eyes. “How dare you,” he jokes. “Don’t fault me when you’re standing there looking like that.” Taehyung rolls his eyes again, but he can’t hold back the smile. He pecks Jungkook on the cheek, grabs their pre-packed bag, and pulls him toward the door.

But all of that was about half an hour earlier, before they entered the upper floor of the club again for the third time this month. Taehyung leads Jungkook to the bar by the hand, both ordering a couple of drinks to start with. Jungkook settles into one of the bar stools while they wait for their drinks, Taehyung standing between his legs with his back pressed up against Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook was maybe more than a little bit worried that if he didn’t keep Taehyung close at all times, someone else would try to bother him. The upper floor of the sex club was like any normal club, the bar and dance floor crowded with people who either had no interest in what goes on in the basement or who were taking a much needed break from the more intense activities. But just because it was a normal club on the surface, that didn’t assuage Jungkook’s worry. He’d seen far too many people staring at Taehyung, fended off too many who wouldn’t leave him alone when he’d told them no.

They don’t waste long at the bar, finishing their drinks quickly, Jungkook distracting Taehyung the entire time by carding his hands through his soft hair and trailing teasing kisses down his neck. They move to the edge of the dance floor, near the back wall where it’s less crowded. Jungkook drops their bag up against the wall just before Taehyung tugs him close, pulls him in so their hips are pressed together, Jungkook’s hands coming to rest at Taehyung’s waist like it’s habit.

“Dance with me,” Taehyung breathes into the space between them. His eyes flit from Jungkook’s eyes down to his lips and back up again, his own bottom lip caught between his teeth. Jungkook places a light kiss on Taehyung’s temple, whispers a quiet “Turn around for me,” and when Taehyung does, he anchors him to his own body and starts to move slowly. Taehyung moves with him, swaying sensually and rolling his ass back into Jungkook’s crotch, smiling to himself when he feels Jungkook’s grip tighten—a clear sign he’s getting worked up. Jungkook retaliates by going for Taehyung’s neck again, but this time he’s more forceful, nipping a bit harder and sucking bruises into the smooth skin. Taehyung tilts his head to the side, happy to give him more access as they dance.

It’s when Jungkook reaches the juncture of Taehyung’s neck and shoulder, spends a little too much time sucking a dark bruise there, that Taehyung uses his full weight to push Jungkook back into the wall, grinding into him harder on purpose, head thrown back and eyes closed. He’s getting hard just from the teasing, and he can feel Jungkook swelling against his ass. He lets out a quiet moan, and it’s unlikely anyone hears him but Jungkook, who immediately turns Taehyung around, gaze going dark when he notices Taehyung’s wide pupils.

Wordlessly, Jungkook pulls Taehyung forward by the long end of his choker and goes in for a kiss, threading his free hand firmly in the hair at the nape of Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung returns the kiss enthusiastically, hands running up and down Jungkook’s bare arms. They continue to kiss heatedly, the bass of the music thrumming in their veins. It’s not long before Jungkook breaks away, quickly retrieving their bag and pulling Taehyung to the basement entrance.

They stop at the security guard who controls entrance to the basement. They hand over their IDs and cell phones, which the guard locks into a safe when he takes down their names. Jungkook unzips the bag to let the guard check its contents (no cameras, phones, drugs, or alcohol not purchased at the club are allowed into the basement), and then follows Taehyung through the open door after they’re both cleared.

As they descend down the stairs, they’re greeted by a pleasant lavender fragrance, meant to provide a soothing and calm vibe but also to mask the heavy scent of sex and sweat that must lie somewhere just beneath the surface. But it’s not detectable, and this club isn’t trashy, the interior well put-together and comfortable. There are people spread out among the sofas and other furniture, low music playing in the background for ambience. There’s standing tables for people to gather around with their drinks, and a dedicated bar for this section of the club. It should be awkward really, but no one really pays much attention, other than silently watching. That’s just something Jungkook’s had to get used to. But no one has been disrespectful or weird yet—it helps that the club is more upscale and there’s actual staff there to ensure not only safety but comfort. Jungkook thinks briefly how weird it must be to be paid to just stand there and watch other people get it on, but he guesses there’s worse things you could do for money.

But then Taehyung is leading him by the hand to their usual spot— fuck, we actually have a usual spot now? —near one of the standing tables, a little bit out of the way. Jungkook plops the bag under the table, and Taehyung is on him immediately, like he had been wound up for this the entire day. He wraps his arms around Jungkook’s waist, pushes him forwards a bit until the table is just barely digging into his lower abdomen. He goes for his neck, pressing teasing kisses all the way down to Jungkook’s shoulder blade before working his way back up again, nipping occasionally and laughing quietly as Jungkook’s hands tighten around his arms. Taehyung sneaks a hand down to Jungkook’s crotch, rubbing gently when he finds him half hard after their earlier dance. Jungkook sucks in a harsh breath, trying not to be too obvious about his arousal, but then realizing where they actually are right now and throwing that modesty out the window.  

Taehyung continues to palm at his member softly; Jungkook knows full well Taehyung understands this is not nearly enough. He’s starting the game—the one where he frustrates Jungkook incessantly until Jungkook pins him down and fucks him hard, just how he likes it. Jungkook moans softly when Taehyung bites down particularly harshly, blood on fire at the thought of having deep marks on display for days after, not just on himself but on Taehyung too.

Jungkook’s fully hard now, the evidence clear in his tight pants. He tilts his head back and leans into Taehyung, and Taehyung takes the opportunity to slide down the front of his underwear, warm hand wrapping fully around his burning erection. Jungkook moans, louder this time, as Taehyung squeezes him just enough to be not enough. He bucks his hips lightly, a silent plea for Taehyung to do more, but of course Taehyung isn’t going to be that easy on him.

Instead, Taehyung withdraws his hand, busying his mouth at Jungkook’s neck again, and drags his now free hand slowly over Jungkook’s hard chest and abdomen. He traces his muscles lightly through the fabric of his tank, smiling against Jungkook’s skin each time he feels him shiver. Working his way up to Jungkook’s ear from where he had been worrying a deep bruise on his neck, Taehyung nibbles lightly before tracing the shell with his tongue.

“Those people over there are watching you,” Taehyung whispers lowly.

“Don’t care,” Jungkook breathes. He feels Taehyung laugh more than he hears him.

“Thought you didn’t like being watched? Or are you starting to like it now? You wanna let them watch me play with your cock, don’t you?” Taehyung teases seductively. Jungkook only manages a moan as Taehyung slips his hand back into his underwear and begins jacking him with slow and deliberate strokes.

Fuck , Taehyung,” Jungkook chokes out quietly. “Get on with it.” He’s getting restless, and Taehyung loves every second of it. He removes his hand again only to work the button and zipper of Jungkook’s pants open, pushing them down just enough to pull his erection free from all of its restraints. Jungkook tenses for a split second, realizing his exposure, but promptly Does Not Care because Taehyung is jacking him off properly now, grip tight and pace steady.

Jungkook moans brokenly as Taehyung continues, hips starting to cant up again. He opens his eyes long enough to briefly notice a couple of people staring, but his mind is too hazy at this point to be embarrassed anymore. He knows they look good like this—or at least, knows Taehyung definitely looks good when he’s being pleasured, but he assumes he does too. If Taehyung’s words are anything to go by, at least.

Jungkook pants faster and harder as Taehyung continues to stroke him, finally jerking Taehyung down by the hair for a proper kiss. He slides his tongue into Taehyung’s mouth quickly, demanding submission. Taehyung, of course, fights him for it, sliding his own tongue forcefully against Jungkook’s. He loosens his grip on Jungkook’s cock again, making him all but whine in frustration. Jungkook nips Taehyung’s bottom lip and tries to press Taehyung’s hand more firmly against his erection, but Taehyung withdraws almost completely, simply running his fingertips up and down the engorged length. Jungkook pants harshly against his mouth, edged back out of his haziness. With a swift movement, he pushes Taehyung against the standing table, making him bend over so that his torso rests on the cool, flat surface. He makes to push himself off again, but Jungkook is too quick, wrestling both of Taehyung’s arms behind him and pushing him back down on the table. Taehyung’s breath leaves his body in a swoosh at the force of the push, unable to move. He smiles to himself, Jungkook’s panting still audible over the low music.

Taehyung looks over his shoulder, challenge in his gaze. “You ready to fuck me yet, sweetheart?” he teases.

Jungkook narrows his eyes, ready to fuck that sexy little smirk right off Taehyung’s face.

“Maybe after I’m done spanking your ass, sweetheart ,” he retorts. He readjusts his own pants so that they don’t slip off his hips, briefly noticing more people are looking their way now that they seem to be getting somewhere. He jerks Taehyung back up into a standing position by his grip on his wrists, just long enough to pull Taehyung’s button up and v neck off, tossing them and his own tank in the bag when he bends down to retrieve the lube. He leaves Taehyung’s choker on, though, and pushes him back down into his previous position, arms held behind his back.

“Are you going to behave? Or am I going to have to tie your hands like this?” Jungkook asks, just a hint of a warning seeping into his tone.

“I’m not making any promises,” Taehyung laughs. Jungkook slaps him on the ass, and that shuts Taehyung right up, biting his bottom lip in arousal.

“Thought so,” Jungkook comments.

Taehyung stays put as Jungkook reaches around to unfasten his jeans, tugging them down and off Taehyung’s legs, pulling his underwear off soon after. Taehyung moans quietly as the cool air hits his heated length, already long and hard. Being completely exposed and vulnerable like this only makes him harder. But he doesn’t have much time to dwell on that though, because Jungkook brings his hand down firmly against Taehyung’s ass, the sound of the sharp slap resonating with him before the slight sting does. He bites his lip again and tries not to move.

Jungkook continues to spank him, soothing the reddening flesh after each smack, and Taehyung swears he can feel the precome leaking out of his cock. He catches sight of a couple of people jerking off while watching him, and he tears his eyes away so as to tamp down his burning arousal.

Jungkook brings his hand down particularly harshly, and Taehyung finally moans out loud, eyes closing and cheek resting against the cool wood of the table.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” Taehyung moans, a bit louder. Jungkook smacks him again, and Taehyung writhes against the table. “ Please .”

“Please, what?” Jungkook says flatly.

“Touch me, please,” Taehyung says, a little desperately. “I’m so hard, please .” Jungkook spanks him again, Taehyung’s hips stuttering. His cock isn’t touching the wood of the table, just hanging there hot and heavy between his legs, so he has no hope for friction until Jungkook decides to give it to him.

Fucking hell ,” Taehyung moans. “Jungkook, please. Give me your cock.”

“I don’t think so,” Jungkook says, laughing quietly. Before Taehyung can protest, Jungkook is pulling him up by his wrists again, jerking Taehyung’s body back against his own. Jungkook plants a trail of hot kisses down the side of Taehyung’s neck, stopping to suck a couple of bruises along the way, with Taehyung flinching the entire time, desperate for some friction. His cock curves upwards toward his abdomen, red and neglected.

Jungkook grabs the bottle of lube off the table where he had left it earlier and pours some into his hand. Taehyung’s mouth falls open in a silent moan when Jungkook finally wraps his slick hand tightly around his cock, and he knocks his head back against Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Fuck, please ,” Taehyung begs quietly.

“Now they’re watching you,” Jungkook whispers. “But you love that, don’t you?” Taehyung stays silent, all of his attention focused on Jungkook’s tight but fucking unmoving grip. He begins to pant shallowly, trying to push his hips up slightly into Jungkook’s grip.

“Answer me, Taehyung,” Jungkook warns. “You love it, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Taehyung manages.

“You’re so fucking naughty, wanting everyone to watch me fuck you. Wonder how many people are getting off to you right now, watching me play with you.”

“Jungkook, please.”

“Bet they wish they could touch you. You look so irresistible. I bet it’s hard for them to watch you writhe and moan like this, without being able to touch you,” Jungkook continues, starting to pump Taehyung’s length slowly.

“Oh, fuck ,” Taehyung moans.

“Bet they love watching me stroke your cock, it’s so fucking thick and full.”

“S-shit, Jungkook, please I—”

“Can’t wait to show them how I’m gonna split you open on my dick.”

Taehyung moans a lot louder at that, thrusting his cock into Jungkook’s grip quickly. “Please,” he whispers.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Your cock,” Taehyung whimpers. “Fuck, please. I need it.”

Jungkook strokes him a few more times before withdrawing, Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowing at the loss of stimulation. He leans forward over the table again, legs spread and ready. He hears Jungkook uncap the lube again, then feels him prod gently at his entrance with one finger. Taehyung takes it easily, Jungkook pumping in and out of him smoothly. He adds a second finger and Taehyung groans at the sensation. Jungkook stretches him thoroughly before adding a third, and Taehyung grapples against the smooth wood for something to hold on to.

Jungkook ,” Taehyung moans.

Jungkook continues to pump three fingers in and out rapidly, watching intently as Taehyung starts to thrust back against him, ready for more. He pulls his fingers out and quickly retrieves the wet wipes from their bag for a quick cleanup, tossing the package aside in order to grab the lube again. He pulls his leaking cock out, pushes his clothes just far enough out of the way. He thinks he hears Taehyung let out a frustrated sigh that sounds like “hurry the fuck up” but he can’t be sure because now he’s slicking himself up, his own touch making him grab onto the table next to Taehyung’s hips as he closes his eyes and groans.

“Are you going to fucking stroke yourself off while this ass is right here?” Taehyung asks, more playful than frustrated. He turns to watch Jungkook, and fuck if Jungkook doesn’t want to come just from that lustful sight.

“Ready?” Jungkook checks. Taehyung nods and braces himself against the table. Jungkook lines up and eases in slowly, Taehyung gasping as each inch stretches him wide bit by bit.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” Taehyung moans weakly.  

Shit fucking tight,” Jungkook manages when he bottoms out, gripping Taehyung by the hips. He makes a point not to look up at anyone; he knows people are definitely watching now. That knowledge is enough for him; eye contact would be a little weird.

“Come on, move,” Taehyung pleads, propping himself up on his forearms. “Now,” he commands quietly, shaking his ass from side to side, causing Jungkook’s cock to jostle around. Jungkook slaps him on the ass for it.

He eases out carefully until just his tip is covered, pushing back into Taehyung’s wonderful heat ever so slowly. Dragging it out like this punches a low moan from both their throats as Taehyung claws at the table, Jungkook digging his fingers into his hips. Jungkook pulls back again, setting a slow but steady pace, and decides to focus on watching his cock disappear in Taehyung’s ass rather than the people watching him.

“Harder,” Taehyung moans, and Jungkook thrusts with more power. Taehyung rests his head on his forearm, panting heavily as his stiff cock continues to leak precome. “ Fuck ,” he grits from a clenched jaw, wanting so badly to reach down and touch himself, but he knows better. He looks up again, vision swimming with pleasure as he takes in the view of the others watching them. Some of them are fucking, but others are just watching, and Taehyung revels in the attention because he must look fucking amazing, nearing the brink of being completely and totally wrecked. He can’t stand it, with Jungkook’s cock barreling into him, so he sneaks a hand down to wrap around his cock.

Almost immediately, Jungkook begins to slow down, slipping his cock out and slapping Taehyung on the ass. Taehyung jolts at the contact but whines at the loss.

“Jungkook, fuck, please. Fuck me,” he begs.

Jungkook slaps him on the ass again. “No. You know better.” Taehyung just groans in response, hand still around his cock. Jungkook leans in close to speak lowly in Taehyung’s ear. “What’s the rule, hyung?”

Taehyung makes a frustrated sound at the back of his throat, still reluctant to let go of his cock. Jungkook spanks him again.

“Fuck,” Taehyung moans.

“Come on, hyung. What’s the rule? You wanna get fucked or not?” Jungkook teases.

Taehyung grits his teeth together and releases his grip, bringing his hand back up on the table. “ touching. Only you get to touch,” he relents weakly.

“Good boy,” Jungkook says, smile obvious in his tone even though Taehyung can’t see his face to confirm.

Jungkook slips the head of his cock back into Taehyung’s ass, and Taehyung instinctively tries to push back on it. Jungkook spanks him, hard, rubbing the flesh after impact. Taehyung jolts forward with a quiet moan.

“Behave,” Jungkook instructs. He slides in slowly again, holding his position briefly before beginning to thrust slowly. He’s thrusting so deeply that Taehyung’s eyes flutter shut, bottom lip caught under his teeth as he tries to hold still and stop himself from reaching down again.

“Jungkook— fuck . Harder, please,” Taehyung moans, and he doesn’t have to open his eyes this time to feel the weight of everyone’s gazes; they make his skin flush with carnal need. Jungkook thrusts in quickly, iron grip around Taehyung’s hip bones to anchor him.

Jungkook sees a larger group of people watching them out of his peripheral vision, and it makes him growl possessively and fuck that much harder into Taehyung. Taehyung clenches around his swollen cock involuntarily, and Jungkook leans forward to moan into Taehyung’s ear.

“Fuck, Taehyung, you look so fucking good like this, all spread out for me. Taking my dick like a champ, babe. Shit —just wanna ruin you.”  

“Then do it,” Taehyung responds, breathless and so close to the edge. “Fuck, Jungkook, do it. I’m so c-close,” he stutters out a moan.

Jungkook jacks into him, deep and fast, reaching around to finally wrap his hand around Taehyung’s neglected length. He tries to pump him as quickly as he’s thrusting, but they’re both so far gone it’s a messy rhythm. Taehyung grips the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turn white, clenching around Jungkook.

“I’m—” he breaks off into a moan, Jungkook keeping his pace fast and hard. Taehyung lifts himself up off of the table, back arching. “ Jungkook ,” he moans loudly. “Fuck, I’m coming, I—” he seizes up, eyes screwed shut as he comes hard, his release staining his own abdomen and flowing down Jungkook’s hand as he works him through it. Jungkook sees some of the spectators working themselves up to the sight of Taehyung like this, and that combined with Taehyung’s quiet whimpers tips him over the edge. He thrusts harshly a couple more times until he’s groaning deeply and coming inside Taehyung. He pulls his cock out, tugging at it to spray the rest of his release on Taehyung’s ass.

Taehyung collapses back down on the table, Jungkook’s come running down the back of his thigh while his own starts to run down the front. He’s panting, trying to come down from his high, and Jungkook leans over his body protectively, head tossed back as he breathes deeply in an attempt to ground himself. He moves forward to kiss Taehyung on the cheek, an innocent gesture that stands in stark contrast to the current situation.

Before Taehyung can move to push himself up, Jungkook is rummaging around for the wet wipes again, cleaning himself up and then Taehyung. The club is nice enough to have showers there, so patrons can really clean up before heading home, but Taehyung and Jungkook always preferred the privacy of their own shower at home. Jungkook finishes wiping Taehyung clean, helping him gingerly back into his clothes before he tugs his own pants back up, pulling his tank back on before packing up their bag.

Taehyung’s leaning against the table for support, still coming down from his high. Jungkook moves to cradle his cheek in his palm.

“Hey,” he says with a small smile. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung breathes. “I’m great. That was...that was really good.” Jungkook’s smile brightens, and he leans forward to kiss him.

“Come on, let’s go home and get you cleaned up for real.” Taehyung leans against him, Jungkook wrapping a protective arm around his waist as he leads him up the stairs, out of the club, and back into their car.

“Thank you for coming with me,” Taehyung says, once they’re on the road.

“Anything for you,” Jungkook says, honest after his orgasm. Taehyung smiles, a little shy.

“So...are you sure you do this totally for me?” Taehyung asks, mirth in his smile.

Jungkook sputters a little. “What...what do you mean? Of course it’s for you.”

“I don’t know, Jungkook. I think you might be developing a thing for it too. I can tell by the way you talk, how hard you come.” He winks at Jungkook, playfulness back in full force.

“Hush. It’s for you,” Jungkook mutters. But Taehyung can tell when he’s lying, can read it in his features.

“Uh-huh, sure.”

Jungkook glares at him. “Fine, hyung. You’re right. I like having other people watch us sometimes. Satisfied?”

Taehyung’s smile widens. “Knew it.” He leans over the armrest to peck Jungkook on the cheek.

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “What, do you enjoy the fact that I get off on other people watching you get off? That I like knowing they want you, but it’s futile because no one can fuck you like me?” Jungkook asks, smug.

Taehyung laughs, surprised. He leans over again, this time to lick lightly at the shell of Jungkook’s ear, moving down to play with his piercings. “Oh, I definitely enjoy that,” he purrs. “And you know I love having other people watch you fucking wreck me with that huge cock. Bet they wish you were splitting them open.”

Jungkook’s grip on the steering wheel tightens. “Taehyung…” he says, voice tight with warning. Taehyung simply licks at his piercing again, rubbing a hand up and down his thigh. But Taehyung withdraws quickly, happy to see Jungkook squirming because he can’t have Taehyung right now. Jungkook stares resolutely at the street in front of them.

“Just you fucking wait. We get home, your ass is mine in the shower.”