[DISCONTINUED]MASTER//TAEKOOK

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"Take me back to Bammie, right now!" Yugyeom demanded, tears stained his cheeks as more threatened to spill from his dark eyes. "Can't do that darling. You're here because I'm going to train you." Yoongi answered before walking out of the room. At this Yugyeom got on his knees, put his hands together and squeezed his eyes shut. "I know I've done some bad shit god, but please return me to Kunpimook. I'm worried about him and Markie. Jackson got taken away to be trained, please keep him safe. Amen."

"Didn't know you where religious. I thought men who worked for Hoseok where strong and independent, not Christians." A boy who was sat across the room said, his gaze fixed on the taller as he smirked. "I'm not Christian. I just didn't know what else to do." The raven haired boy answered, getting up and walking over to the person. "I'm Yugyeom."  "I'm chanyeol, I originally worked for a man named Taeyang until these lunatics took me with them." Chanyeol stated, giving a closed mouth smile as Yugyeom plopped himself down next to him.

"I work for Hoseok but you already know that. I'm worried about how my friend Jackson is doing, they took him away." The taller stated, looking down with his head in his hands as he sat with his knees up to his chest. "Must suck, is he your boyfriend or something?" The other asked, making the younger look at him. "No, I actually have a crush on someone else but they would never like me back. We're too close friends." "Aww, sweet! What's his name?" Chanyeol grinned, making the other blush. "Kunpimook, but I call him BamBam or Bammie."

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"Hey faggots!" A middle aged man yelled out, making Jungkook and Taehyung turn their heads. "The hell do you want, old man?" Jungkook yelled back, making Taehyung look at him because of his use of the word hell.
"For you to burn, in hell! All homosexuals will burn in the fiery pits of hell." The man said, holding up his cross necklace. Taehyung calmly approached the man, looking into his eyes as they turned red. "Don't use hell in that term please, it's actually not a bad place. If anyone's going to burn there, it'll be you for being such a homophobe." The demon stated with a smirk before walking back over to the earl and continuing their stroll down the cobblestone street.

Hours flew by, the two young males joking around, trying ridiculous clothing on in novelty stores, looking at all the beautiful and delicious cakes in bakery windows, the blonde having to hold the young earl back from entering and eating all of them. They stumbled across a vintage boutique that Taehyung seemed to like. They entered the boutique, earning smiles from the employees as they brushed down the clothes.

A full suit, tie and shirt caught the eye of the demon as he strolled over, examining the piece of clothing. "Hello sir, can I help you?" A woman kindly asked, smiling as she lifted the clothes off the rail, carefully handing them to him. "Yes, could I perhaps try these on?" The butler asked, glancing over to see Jungkook already being served by one of the stylists. "Of course you can!" The woman exclaimed, still smiling as she guided him over to the fitting rooms.

He opened the door of one of the small rooms and put the clothes on the hooks that hung on the walls. The blonde pulled his jacket off, hanging it on one of the hooks and began unbuttoning his shirt. He took an item off the hanger and slipped the shirt onto his toned frame, buttoning the gold buttons and adjusting the collar that adorned a red and green snake. He then lifted the collar up, wrapping the tie around his neck and tying it. The demon took the black suit jacket and pulled it onto his body, buttoning the golden, middle button and slipping the matching pants.

He examined the way he looked, dragging his fingertips over the pattern in the fabric of the jacket with a smile as he opened the door, seeing that Jungkook had tried something on.
"Wow, Taehyung. You look amazing!" The younger exclaimed, jumping excitedly as he spoke the words.
"You look great as well, the sweater suits you very well." Said male smiled, turning around and heading back into the fitting room.

He pulled the clothes off and replaced them with his own, slipping them back onto the hanger and opening the door. He placed them back on the rail and smiled as the woman strolled back over to him. "So have you made a decision?" She asked. "Yes, I have. I'll have the suit, the tie and the shirt please." Taehyung answered, smiling as she replied with an 'Okay' and walked away to one of the back rooms.

He took a seat on one of the brown couches and looked up to find Jungkook stood in front of him. "The lady has already taken the sweater so I expect she'll bring our clothes out together." Jungkook said and as he said those words, the woman came back with the cream sweater, the black suit, the white shirt and the red and green tie. She scanned their barcodes on the tag before Taehyung stood up and handed the money over to the cashier.

The woman got out three large bags and wrapped the clothes in tissue paper, before placing them carefully inside the bags. She handed Taehyung the bags and bid them farewell as they exited the boutique. They walked down the path, both of them bursting out into laughter as they told bad jokes that Seokjin had told, imitating Seokjin's laugh, and doing weird poses.

They entered one of the coaches, stating the address of the manor and still chatting away as it set off down the road.

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⚠️Smut warning!⚠️
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"F-fuck, Yoongi. R-right there." Jimin moaned out, digging his nails into the elders bare back as he slammed into him. "G-god I'm about to-" the younger's words got cut off as a loud knock was heard at the door, making the demon groan in frustration as he pulled out, slipped some sweatpants on and walked over to the door. Luckily Jimin had covered himself with a blanket before he opened the door.

"Annyeonghaseyo, Yoongi!" Hoseok greeted with a smile. "Sorry, I don't speak French." The demon stated before slamming the door shut, ripping the blanket over the shaking boy and pulling his sweatpants down. He re-entered Jimin, moaning at the tightness as he began to thrust harder this time. "Y-yoongs, slow d-down." Jimin cried out, tears starting to spill from his eyes as his thighs shook at how close to an orgasm he was.

After a few more thrusts to the younger's prostate he came onto his toned stomach, making the demon moan out at the tightness. He soon released into the boy, placing a soft kiss to his forehead as he pulled out and laid next to him. He wrapped his arms around Jimin and with a few words they both where on the verge of sleep.
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Oh my god, I wrote smut, are you sinners happy yet.
Let's all go to church, get baptised in holy water and read the holy bible, amen.
~author-chan