#i wrote this for my old blog but revamped and adapted it to fit maknae line :D

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hidden – day 17

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Maknae Line (Taekook-focused)

➵ Prompt: Masquerade ↪ content: exhibitionism, strangers, voyeurism, finger cuffs, spanking, frottage, facial

➵ Word Count: 3,834 words

➵ Note: Written for my previous blog, redone to fit taekook.

Having been born in the spotlight, perhaps Jeongguk had always been a little more drawn to the shadows. There was a reason why he shied away from the prying eyes despite his parents’ reputation and position. He was the good kid, the golden kid. His academics never disappointed, his behavior charmed the hearts of people across the seas, his mannerism impeccable in the public’s eye. After all, the son of the minister of justice could never be found doing anything close to being unlawful.

But Jeongguk had a secret just like everyone else. A secret that kept his dark thoughts at bay, a secret that kept him sane in the midst of the corruption and toxicity.

He could still remember the first time he found himself in the room. The mansion was his friend’s, Park Jimin. He wasn’t sure if he should refer to Park Jimin as a friend considering he was as fucked up as Jeongguk was. Family-wise, at least. The second he had laid eyes on Jimin, he knew he’d be trouble. The boy’s malicious smile was one masked perfectly behind the sweet curve of his crescent eyes and the cherubic features of his face. Of course, no one would doubt the only child of Korea’s most successful conglomerate. “I’ll take good care of Jeongguk, sir.”

And he did, he supposed. Jimin had driven him at a demonic speed, told him to slip on a mask (black and laced, perfect for him) and to trust him. Jeongguk wanted to laugh. Trust didn’t exist in their world.

It wasn’t long before he understood the amount of faith Jimin had placed in him, a new burden had been dropped on his shoulders. Yet, there was a heaviness in his heart that had been lifted.

This room was where the children gathered. The children of the opulent, the children suppressed, the children shadowed by their parents’ success and fraudulence. These were the people who wanted to be liberated, to roam the world without titles like price tags attached to them. Some of them were ready to be married off to the highest bidder, some were being prepared and pampered to wed the next successful entrepreneur. Jeongguk knew them, recognized some of their eyes, but he’d never tell, never mention their names or asked why they were there.

Nobody asked questions in the house.

It was the unsaid rule that Jimin had set for his bimonthly gatherings he held in his house separated from his parents’. His parents never questioned why Jimin had asked for a little house on the prairie on the outskirts of the city. Parents — or more aptly, guardians, in their world at least — never really questioned.

Slipping into the room, Jeongguk found it no longer surprising to find messes of bodies already entangled together. There probably was a safety and hygiene hazard but Jimin had always been a smart one, filtering through guests and letting them trickle into the house only after they had provided sufficient documents that they were clean. In corners, couples were making out, clothes stripped away and masks still hiding away their identities. On the open floor in the living room, music played through the speakers with groups grinding down on each other. There were already some heading towards the guest rooms upstairs.

“Have fun, Guk-ah.” Jimin whispered in his ear before he evaporated into the throngs of people.

Despite his understanding of the whole arrangement, Jeongguk had to admit that he wasn’t numb to it. His heart rate still picked up because of the thrill, the risk. If they were all ever caught, they would all be, in one word, fucked. In more ways than one.

A girl slithered up to him, eyes glassy with intoxication, a delicious smile on her red-painted lips. Jeongguk could recognize her anywhere. Her father was president of Seoul’s largest hospital’s. She had always been elegant, prim and proper during official events. He’s met her once or twice during those. He’s fucked her once before during one of these. He didn’t like going to the same person twice. It was too intimate and intimacy outside of sex in Jimin’s gatherings were never a good idea.

“How about it, sweetheart?” She curled her arms around his neck, lips brushing over his.

Jeongguk merely shook his head, bowed, and went on his way. The woman shrugged before walking away in search of her next target. Personal feelings were never involved, thank goodness. It took him some time to find his own partner while most of the crowd had picked up the atmosphere in the room, air growing heavy with the tension that accumulated.

It wasn’t until Jeongguk saw him. He was absolutely breathtaking in the simple, blood red shirt  draped over his lean body. The curve of his small hips accentuated by the tightness of his pants. But the one aspect that caught Jeongguk’s eye was that delicious curve of his plump ass. His finger itched with the need to run his hand over it, give it a good squeeze. The man had a boldness to his stance, oozing confidence and sex appeal, and he knew it. Jeongguk had never seen him before, because there was no way on earth he wouldn’t have approached a specimen like that.

A newcomer. Fresh blood. Jimin hadn’t brought any in for a while, not since Jeongguk.

He licked his lips and weaved through the people to make his way to the tall man, his arms sliding around his waist with his palm settling nicely on his stomach, his front pressed flush against the man’s back. “Good evening, gorgeous.”

The tall man looked completely unfazed, blinking lazily at Jeongguk through his long lashes. Jeongguk found his face to be even more attractive than the rest of him. His features seemed delicate, half hidden behind a snowy white mask with intricate lacing. His lips looked full and kissable. His gaze daringly met Jeongguk’s dead on. There was something familiar about him but Jeongguk couldn’t put his finger on it. “Hello, stranger.”

“What are you doing here all alone?”

He laughed, a deep, velvety sound that had the lion inside Jeongguk roaring. “I believe I was having a pleasant conversation with someone else before you so sweetly interrupted, darling.” Jeongguk could almost taste his name on his tongue, yet it still escaped him.

“Will you let me take care of you tonight?” He whispered, lips peppering small kisses down the smooth column of his throat. The man tilted his head instinctively, allowing more access as he hummed his agreement. Taking his hand, Jeongguk led him towards the couch that had been untouched. He sat down and whirled him around, pulling the boy down to straddle him. His hands smoothed up his back, feeling the silky material run beneath his fingertips.

“I’m Taehyung, what’s your name?”

Taehyung. Taehyung. Why in the world would he place himself in such a vulnerable position? It boggled Jeongguk’s mind. “I don’t do names, sweetheart,” Jeongguk growled. Even after he knew the boy’s name, he still wasn’t sure how this boy seemed so utterly familiar. Then again, his social circles reached far and wide so it really shouldn’t be a surprise. The man shifted as his eyes seemed to speculate his surroundings, scanning his environment very intently. Jeongguk smiled, “Would you like to go somewhere more private? I understand if you’re uncomfortable being out here.”

He turned back to Jeongguk, clearing his throat, fingers reaching to find purchase on Jeongguk’s broad shoulders. Jeongguk had long shed his suit jacket, leaving him in a pressed white shirt that fitted him all too nicely. Taehyung could see the outlines of his chest down to his toned abdomen, the fabric stretching across his body perfectly. “Why? Are you getting shy on me?”

Jeongguk laughed, “I was afraid you were.” Taehyung only responded with a quirk of his brow. “Alright.” Smiling softly, he brought his hand up to the back of the man’s neck to tilt his face down, bringing his lips down to meet Jeongguk’s own. Slow and sweet. It was a nice change from the chaos that surrounded them. While most nights Jeongguk was eager to release his pent up desperation, he knew he could take his time relishing Taehyung’s presence. “Tell me if you don’t like anything okay, love.”

Taehyung winked, “I should be saying that to you.”

“You’re trouble,” he whispered, pushing Taehyung’s shirt up to reveal his beautiful skin. He was pleasantly greeted by the softness of his stomach, his fingers dancing along the flesh teasingly. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” Jeongguk could see the outline of Taehyung’s cock pressing up against the fabric of his pants. He thumbed the buttons free as Taehyung moved slightly forward, letting the shirt fall over his shoulders and drape around his body.

Jeongguk leaned forward and latched his lips onto his collarbones, kissing the smooth, unblemished skin to print indigo flowers to mark him as his. Taehyung smelled fresh and sweet, an addicting scent that had him breathing in. Jeongguk’s hand cupped Taehyung’s ass, kneading the heaven-created flesh. Fuck, his ass felt amazing. It was hard enough to hold, but soft enough to squeeze, a perfect balance. Jeongguk tugged at the man’s pants, letting it pop open before dragging the zipper down.

“Stand up and take these off for me, baby,” he murmured. Taehyung smiled lasciviously as he stood on his feet and shimmied his slacks off, letting them pool at his angles. Jeongguk hadn’t noticed it before, but he couldn’t miss the stilettos that decorated around his feet, thin straps wrapping around delicately. Oh fuck. He growled and tugged the boy forward again by two hands full of his ass. “You’re such a tease, love. Pretty little thing, aren’t you?”

Taehyung giggled, going back onto Jeongguk’s lap to rub his nose adorably against Jeongguk’s. “I aim to please, sir.”

This man was going to be the death of him. Jeongguk’s eyes traveled down the man’s alluring figure, wondering how God could’ve created such perfection in one human. Life really wasn’t fair. His finger teased the hem of Taehyung’s panties—godforsaken lace that barely kept his cock in. His cock was sticking up, barely going over the lining to reveal the reddened head. It was perhaps the prettiest and sexiest sight Jeongguk has ever seen in his entire life.

Taehyung eased his cock from the thin pair of underwear, pushing it down so he could release his length and balls, letting it fall against Jeongguk’s thigh. Jeongguk’s cock twitched in his slacks as he captured the other boy’s lips with his again, movement much more frantic as his fingers tangled in between the thick strands of his curls. “You’re such a little tempter.” His lips skimmed down Taehyung’s neck, his hands gripping his ass to keep him in place as Taehyung threw his head back, letting Jeongguk indulge in the taste of his skin. “Baby, I want you to grind on me, yeah?” He hummed. With his hands supporting Taehyung’s ass, he moved him slowly so Taehyung could set his own rhythm.

Fuck. Jeongguk released a groan with the tension that coiled in his stomach. Taehyung panties were pushed up in between his ass cheeks, the plushness of his behind pressing against Jeongguk’s thigh as he moved to sit on one of them. His cock—goddamn, his cock—nudged against the tent in Jeongguk’s pants teasingly. The whimpers leaving Taehyung’s lips did nothing to ease the breathlessness that suffocated him, the heat that simmered between the boy’s legs. Taehyung grew hungrier for friction, moving his hips faster as Jeongguk’s hands massaged the gorgeous mounds of his ass, squeezing the soft flesh beneath his fingertips. He brought his hand down on the other boy with a slap hard enough to jerk him forward but not enough to hurt him.

Taehyung’s following gasp was a satisfying indication that complemented the widening of his eyes. Jeongguk smirked, “Like that, love? Do you want me to punish you?”

Despite the other boy’s inability to form a proper response, Jeongguk noted the way he had shuddered, the way he was still trembling and moving even faster.  A bead of precome escaped the slit and rolled down along the length. Jeongguk smirked and rubbed Taehyung’s ass lightly before slapping it again. The boy jolted forward with a whine, picking up the speed of his movements. Jeongguk wanted to come. God, the electricity that coursed between the two of them had him gritting his teeth, his lungs constricting in an attempt to savor the feel of Taehyung’s softness pressed against him.

“Wait, love, let me take these off.” He brought Taehyung to his feet, the boy’s legs shaking ever so slightly, and slowly slid the panties down his legs, kissing a path along his inner thighs as he did so. Taehyung shivered and stepped out of them. Jeongguk shrugged off his own slacks, leaving him with his cock hanging deliciously in front of Taehyung. He was already so, so hard. His cock curved, touching his stomach as he pumped it in his hands, his head dropping against the back of the couch as he moaned. “Taehyung, ride my thigh again.”

It appeared that he didn’t even need to ask twice because the man was already settling himself snugly on his thigh, watching in mesmerization as the muscles flexed in his legs. Taehyung groaned at the feel of his bare skin, heat radiating and keeping him warm. He started slow, moving his hips and reveling in the slow burn that sizzled in his stomach.

Jeongguk watched the way Taehyung’s cock twitched with every shift, every stroke had the boy’s ass clenching around air. Fuck. Taehyung was so hard. His whines only egged Jeongguk on, one of his hands gripping Taehyung’s tiny waist as the other smacked him again. “You can move faster than that, love. Don’t you want to come?”

Nodding, Taehyung choked back his whimpers and shifted his hips faster, his ass enjoying the feel of Jeongguk’s hard muscle underneath. His cock was rubbing up against his skin too as he leaned forward, hands on his thigh. Not to mention, both of them started noticing the curious stares of those around them. Jeongguk spotted Jimin by the bar, staring at the two of them with piqued interest and a knowing smile on his lips. A girl was kissing up his neck, practically throwing herself at him, yet he kept his eyes fixated on Jeongguk and his partner.

Jeongguk was drawn back to reality when he felt Taehyung’s shudders. Fuck, Taehyung was close. So close he could taste it. But Jeongguk yanked him off, flipping him around so he was standing in front of Taehyung and Taehyung was settled on the couch, ass bare against the cold leather. “Suck my cock, love. I want to see those gorgeous lips of yours stretched around my dick.”

Taehyung’s teeth caught his bottom lip to suppress a groan that threatened to escape. inching forward, Taehyung took Jeongguk’s length into his hands, letting the weight settle on his palm, and began to stroke. Taehyung was basically nude at that point with his shirt haphazardly hanging on for dear life around his elbows. The man was far from shy, smiling as he looked up at Jeongguk from beneath his lashes.

With his cock literally in Taehyung’s hands, Jeongguk let his eyes wander to the side, scanning the people that had begun to gather around them. One guy had even pulled his dick out of his pants to jerk off to the sight of Taehyung running his thumb over the tip of Jeongguk’s dick before he took Jeongguk deep into his mouth.

Jeongguk let out a hiss at the warmth of his insides. Hollowing out his cheeks, Taehyung sucked him in deep, pulling out, only to repeat the movement over and over. He took him deeper each time, the tight walls of his mouth wrapped so sweetly around Jeongguk. He buried his fingers in Taehyung’s hair as he bobbed his head back and forth, listening to the satisfied grunts leaving Jeongguk’s lips.

Jimin appeared by his side offering a lit cigarette which he caught between his lips and sucked in. The older boy watched Taehyung take Jeongguk hard, sucking and lapping up every drop of precome that leaked from the slit. His tongue swirled around the head and dug into the little opening, earning a jerk of his hips that touched the tip to the back of Taehyung’s throat. “He’s a pretty one, isn’t he?” Jimin asked, tucking his hand inside his pocket.

“Fuck, this baby sucks cock like his life depends on it.” Jeongguk muttered, puffing out a cloud of smoke as his lust-filled eyes tracked the rhythmic movement. “Such a good boy. Listens so well, don’t you, love?” Jeongguk reached around Taehyung’s body, his fingers finding his nipples and pinching from where he stood. He watched Taehyung’s winces and whimpers that vibrated around his cock.

“Fuck him.” Jimin ordered, taking a drag from his own cigarette. “Give my guests a show, won’t you?”

Jeongguk smirked and nodded. What the boss wanted, he got. He pulled Taehyung off him, lips releasing his length with a small pop. “Get on your knees, babe. I want that sweet ass up for me.” He smiled, nudging Taehyung so he turned around, hands on the back of the couch and ready for him. Jeongguk snatched up the lube Jimin tossed his way, keeping the stick trapped between his teeth as he drizzled his fingers with the liquid. When he slipped two fingers, his digits slid in too easily, “So fucking tight, love. Do you want me inside you?”

“Y-Yes,” Taehyung stuttered, breath hiccuping in his throat as he pushed himself back so Jeongguk’s fingers would slide in deeper. Jeongguk shoved his fingers in a few times, scissoring his insides open to spread it out, before pulling them out completely to slide a condom over his cock. “P-Please.”

“Please what, love?”

“Please fuck me.”

Jeongguk smirked, gripping his hips and sliding straight into the other boy. Taehyung jerked forward with a cry, feeling the strong stinging in his ass, but wiggled it to urge Jeongguk on. The boy pounded into Taehyung, hard and fast. Sweat beaded his forehead as he closed his eyes to let the pleasure crash over him. God, Taehyung was so nice and tight, his hole fitting so snugly around him. He snapped his hips faster to fuck him harder, his cock hitting all the spots that had Taehyung pleading for him to go harder, to fuck him until he came.

He almost forgot that Jimin was still standing next to him until he saw him tug out his own cock, wrists lazily flicking to get himself hard. “Look at you, love, taking it so well. Even my friend here is so pleased with you. You’re giving everyone such a good performance.” Jimin smirked, moving to adjust Taehyung so he was backed up against one arm rest with Jeongguk pounding into him from behind. Jimin kneeled on the couch, cock thick and throbbing in his hand as he pushed Taehyung’s head down. “That’s right, baby, why don’t you take his cock in your mouth, hm? Have both your holes all stuffed with cock.”

Taehyung opened his eyes, dragging himself long enough from the cloud of lust that blurred his perception to realize that people were watching. They were downright staring, looking as if they were ready to join them. Fuck. Then Jimin was standing before him, his cock looking absolutely delectable as it dripped and twitched. He opened his mouth obediently, letting the length slide heavily along his tongue and stretching his lips wide open.

Jimin began to slowly move his hips, hands cupping Taehyung’s face as he fucked into the boy’s mouth. “Fuck, you’re a pretty bitch,” Jimin grunted, taking delight in the way Taehyung whimpered around his cock.

Jeongguk chuckled and licked his dry lips as he fucked Taehyung faster, his fingers digging into the boy’s supple skin to hold him in place so he could reach deeper inside him. He ducked down to leave kisses on the smooth skin of Taehyung’s back, biting lightly to leave marks that would remind the boy of him after tonight, remind him that he had possessed him.

“He takes cock so well.” Jimin murmured, running his fingers through the boy’s thick locks, tugging on them which had Taehyung moaning vibrations around the dick in his mouth. “You picked a good one tonight.”

He only laughed, a bitter chuckle leaving his lips as his hips relentlessly moved to pound into Taehyung. “Love,” he smiled, brushing his lips over the wounds he’s left on Taehyung’s figure. The little purpling bruises, the reddening marks his mouth had left. “Come for me.”

The three little words in Taehyung’s ear seemed to be all it took for him to come undone before Jeongguk and Jimin. His ruby lips parted in a gasp, his body trembling, his walls pulsating around Jeongguk’s cock as his groans rumbled the delicious friction against Jimin’s. Jeongguk felt the warmth that surrounded his length, eliciting his own climax as he let out a long groan, his head thrown back as ecstasy flooded every inch of his being. He could feel the elastic around his cock fill with liquid warmth. Jimin, on the other hand, had pulled out and covered Taehyung’s face in streaks of ivory, a pretty painting on a pretty boy. He milked his cock until Taehyung had come dripping on his lips and his cheeks, over his eyelids.

Jimin chuckled, tucking himself back into his pants, “Finish up, I’ll see you later.”

Meanwhile, Jeongguk sighed, pulling out of Taehyung and yanking his slacks back on. He gently guided Taehyung to sit on the couch, his mind in a dazed state. Jeongguk quickly found a blanket to drape over the boy’s naked figure. Taehyung stood up only for Jeongguk’s hand to shoot out in assistance. He laughed, waving him off, “I’m not that weak but thanks.”

“Thank you, love. I hope that was alright.”

Taehyung flashed him a grin, a devious twinkle in his eye, “More than alright.” Patting his shoulder, Taehyung whispered in his ear as he walked past. “It’s been a pleasure, Jeon Jeongguk.”

He stiffened. Names were never mentioned in the house. Ever. He had been taken aback enough that Taehyung had—Jeongguk’s breath hitched in his throat as he whirled around. That was why he had sounded so familiar. His voice. Now that he had listened in closely, it sounded familiar. A little too familiar. He’s heard it before, the sweet lilt. It was the voice that came from his television every morning, reporting breaking news and current issues. The same voice that had left countless voicemails asking for interviews and an exclusive from the Jeon family.

Fuck.

His heart pounded in his chest as his eyes sought the man’s figure in the crowd.

But he was nowhere to be seen.