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It’s Saturday early afternoon, and Jungkook’s slowly dozing off on the couch.
With Taehyung finally getting some time off from work and him not having any assignments coming up, they had decided to spend the weekend together. Last night, he left the Itaewon bar where he worked part-time and crashed at Taehyung’s apartment in Hannam at sunrise. He was exhausted but content with knowing he’d wake up in Taehyung’s bed.
Now, he has a belly full of Thai food — courtesy of Taehyung — and a rerun of Running Man is playing in the background. This is what heaven must feel like, he thinks. He doesn’t want to move. Like, ever. Jungkook is happy .
Everything is going exactly as planned until Taehyung is disrupting his precious nap. He’s calling him from the bedroom, and when he eventually joins him, he finds himself sitting on Taehyung’s bed with what looks like a present in his hands and a confused expression on his face.
“What… what is this?”
The glossy box is made of dark wood, almost black. It’s heavy on his lap and the edges are so sharp he feels like he could cut himself if he keeps tracing them with his fingers.
“Do I open it?” Jungkook asks.
Taehyung is sitting on the armchair, legs crossed, a calm expression painted on his face. But his eyes… there’s something playful in them, a teasing glint.
“It’s your present” he simply says, fixing an invisible wrinkle in his perfectly creased trousers.
“It’s not my birthday”
“Let me spoil you every once in a while, will you?” he furrows his eyebrows and puts his hands on the armrest. His golden rings sparkle in the soft light, and Jungkook scoffs.
The fireplace is crackling, and it’s the only sound he hears for a few seconds. He’s still amazed at how Taehyung managed to find an apartment with a view of the Han River, Seoul Tower, the Bukhansan, and working fireplaces. Who lives in places like these? Taehyung does, apparently. He shouldn’t be surprised.
“When you said you had something to show me in your bedroom I thought you meant your cock”.
Taehyung chuckles but doesn’t reply and Jungkook eventually unlocks the golden latch to open the box. The inside is black velvet, and the content of the box is covered by a dark flimsy paper. On the velvet covering the inside, there’s text printed in gold.
The Duke™
Exclusively For The Golden Boy
“What is this?” Jungkook asks, baffled, but Taehyung seems unperturbed, sitting on his armchair like the royalty that he is.
When Jungkook finally decides to remove the flimsy paper, what he sees inside is definitely not what he expected.
“Tae” he murmurs, confused. “Is this… a butt plug ?”
Taehyung raises an eyebrow, lips thin, trying to hide his amusement.
“Is it?” he replies, faking surprise.
Jungkook furrows his eyebrows but is almost dazzled by the toy perfectly fitting in the box. It’s longer than he thought butt plugs could be, curved and pointed, with a flared body and a thinner part near the ring handle. Most surprisingly, though, the thing looks like it’s made of pure gold .
Honestly, it’s beautiful. But also… peculiar. Jungkook has toys, and Taehyung does too. They’re more than happy to use them, be it alone or with each other, but this… this is weird. He has never received sex toys as a present.
“Are you crazy?” Jungkook huffs out, tracing the toy with his fingers, barely holding in a laugh.
“It’s what you deserve. My golden boy, with a golden ass and now a pretty golden toy to fit in it”, Taehyung says effortlessly, eyes filled with mirth.
Taehyung’s shameless — has always been — and when Jungkook finally laughs out loud, he knows he’s dumbly in love.
He stands up, box in one hand, not really knowing what to say, so Taehyung opens up his arms in a funny gesture and Jungkook shakes his head, smiling. He climbs on his boyfriend’s lap and Taehyung’s hands land on his hips like second nature. Jungkook feels warm and secure in his arms, he has from day one, but he lets out a little gasp when Taehyung squeezes his waist.
Jungkook loves that Taehyung has big hands, and loves how they hold him. They make him feel little, comforted, and most nights even needy and hopeless.
The box is still between them, though, so elegant and tacky at the same time, probably ridiculously expensive.
“Is this really made of gold, Tae? Are you out of your mind?” he whispers, their faces so close he barely has to speak to be heard. Every time they are like this, Jungkook is reminded of how stunning Taehyung’s face is: the slope of his nose, his plush lips, the golden skin, the eyes so big, so intense, the eyelids slightly different and the moles so precious . He could go on forever.
Taehyung simply nods, and Jungkook has to believe him. He shouldn’t have been surprised in the first place, really; this is something only Taehyung would do.
“This is ridiculous” he chuckles. “And you’re filthy”.
“Filthy rich, maybe” Taehyung raises an eyebrow playfully and flicks his chin.
“Stop flexing your thick wallet on my broke ass” he pouts and shuts up Taehyung before he even has the time to joke about his dick being the only thick thing near his ass.
Jungkook realized that Taehyung was more than well-off quite late into their relationship.
At the beginning of their casual thing , they were regularly fucking at Jungkook’s place. That was when none of them expected it to become anything more than what it initially was: a good fuck, no strings attached.
Jungkook’s nosy roommate had left for the summer holidays, and he was willing to make the most of the situation. Without realizing, though, he was starting to decline dates and booty calls from other people that weren’t Taehyung, who was coincidentally spending most nights at his place. Epiphany struck him when Taehyung took him out for breakfast a couple of weeks into their thing , and he suggested they took whatever they had to Taehyung’s apartment for once. Only because he’d finally fixed the air conditioning and summer in Seoul was a living hell, of course.
Only then Jungkook got a grasp of exactly how comfortable Taehyung really was. And maybe of the fact that Taehyung was opening up to him, letting him into his life, his place. Suddenly this was starting to look a lot like a not-so-casual thing anymore.
Family money, Taehyung explained as he opened the security door; money he used to set up a small but profitable real estate agency for wealthy people. Jungkook registered the information with a nod, played with the automated blinds for a while, and then demanded to get fucked in silk sheets.
Almost three years later, he’s still here, in the same bedroom, content and stupidly in love.
He lowers his eyes to the box once again. Being so shocked by the toy, he almost forgot about the rest of the content: right next to the butt plug, there are two little rectangular studs, golden as well, with little ring handles identical to the toy. They look like earrings, but they are way too big to be worn on the lobes.
“What are these?” he asks, picking one up and inspecting it closer. On the rectangular studs, there’s a set of roman letters: JJK.
“They’re cuff links, babe”.
“Oh,” Jungkook nods, bashful. “So fancy” he comments, before putting them back in the box. “I never wore cuff links, and definitely not with my name on it”.
“I’m sure they look great on you.” Taehyung smiles and slips his hands under Jungkook’s sweater. Jungkook shivers, only partially from the cold, and hides his face in Taehyung’s neck, where he inhales deeply and immediately relaxes.
“Do you like your present?” Taehyung whispers to his ears and Jungkook nods, raising a leg to finally straddle his boyfriend in the armchair. Taehyung looks very pleased.
“What do you say, baby?” he asks, hands still caressing his waist under his clothes and a teasing smile on his face. Oh , Jungkook thinks. So that’s what they’re doing .
Jungkook feels his neck flush, and his cheeks burn. He lowers his head, embarrassed, but keeps eye contact like he knows Taehyung likes.
“Thank you, Daddy” he murmurs.
It all started as pure humour: Jungkook mainly making fun of Taehyung for being so rich he didn’t know how to spend his money. But they somehow never got rid of the name and it ended up staying in their routine. It still makes him blush, but oh, he loves it.
“You’re welcome, darling. You know I love treating my baby boy”.
Jungkook smiles and drops his weight on Taehyung’s lap completely, relaxed, and in a mood for maybe something more than presents and cuddles. He leans in to place a soft kiss on Taehyung’s lips, and he immediately reciprocates, with a gentle hand placed at the nape of his neck and the other squeezing his hip right at his waistband.
Jungkook tries to deepen the kiss, tongue licking at his lower lip, but Taehyung tugs gently at his hair and separates.
“You promised we’d go out this afternoon, remember?”
Jungkook remembers but tries to persuade him with a roll of his hips and pleading eyes. How do you go out for a stroll when your boyfriend gives you a butt plug made of solid gold? You don’t. You stay in and make good use of the present like the good boy you are!
“Daddy…?” he complains.
“No” Taehyung smiles knowingly and pats him under the thigh. “Up!” he says, and Jungkook eventually complies, with a huff.
“Okay, Daddy”, he says, and out they go.
They go for a walk on the river and Taehyung buys him boba from a stand on the riverbank. Jungkook is enjoying the sunny winter day and almost forgets about the present.
It might seem boring, but he loves spending time with Taehyung like this, and weekends together are a rare occurrence. Jungkook loves them and treasures them because, truth is, they genuinely enjoy each other’s presence. He feels like he could be anywhere in the world, but as long as he’s with Taehyung, it’d feel like home.
He intertwines his fingers with Taehyung and rests his head on his shoulders. God, he’s being a sap.
“Should we go to the ice rink? You said you wanted to go” Jungkook asks while throwing his boba cup in a trash-bin.
Taehyung shakes his head and checks his wristwatch.
“Why don’t we head back home?”
“Jimin’s party isn’t until 7, we still have time,” Jungkook says.
“We both need to shower and get ready, Guk” he replies, an indecipherable look in his eyes.
Jungkook is confused but nods.
“Okay, let’s go then”.
Once Taehyung opens the entrance door to his apartment he immediately goes to the bedroom.
“What are you wearing tonight?” he asks.
Jungkook silently follows, shrugging when Taehyung opens his big built-in closet and looks at him.
“I thought I’d borrow,” he says and Taehyung chuckles. It’s not the first time Jungkook doesn’t bring a change of clothes, knowing he can easily throw one of Taehyung’s baggy shirts on and be out the door. Plus, he likes wearing Taehyung’s clothes.
“This is a somewhat formal occasion, Guk. You can’t go in sweatpants”.
“It’s just Jimin” he grumbles and sits on the bed.
“It’s Jimin throwing a formal party for his boyfriend’s charity” Taehyung points out, grabbing an emerald shirt, and hanging it next to him.
Jungkook doesn’t reply, eyes fixed on the present they left there before going out. The box is still on the bed cover, classy and seemingly innocuous. A plug made of gold .
Taehyung has always been very generous with him, but at some point, Jungkook had to admit it made him uncomfortable. If he was okay with calling Taehyung all sorts of names during sex, he wasn’t okay with him being his actual Sugar Daddy.
It was a relief when Taehyung said he was more than okay with Jungkook wanting to be financially independent. It became clear, then, that Taehyung showering him with presents and treating him to chic restaurants, and luxury trips abroad was just how he lived. It was Taehyung being Taehyung. Generous, goodhearted Taehyung who likes expensive things and who likes Jungkook. No obligations, no expectations. Be part of my life, if you want ; that’s what he said. It became clear, then, that the Daddy thing was just an act, pure role-play.
Jungkook realized that there’s an ease with Taehyung when it comes to money, a lack of embarrassment and prejudice, that probably comes with never having to worry about making ends meet but being aware that he lives a privileged life at the same time. It was eye-opening and quite refreshing but it doesn’t change the fact that Jungkook thrives in teasing him for being so filthy rich.
“You fancy people… it’s another excuse to get drunk and laugh at us peasants from your marble balconies”. Any reference to Jimin’s top floor apartment in Gangnam is purely coincidental.
“It’s a crowdfunding event”
“Hypocrites” he sighs, leaning on the bed.
Taehyung eventually turns around, lips pursed and furrowed brows. If he didn’t know him so well he would think he’s actually annoyed.
“You’re being difficult now”.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow, challenging, and Taehyung smirks before walking closer to the bed, knees almost hitting the bed frame.
“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, you know that, right?”
“I want to”
“Jimin will understand, really”
“No, I want to come and I want to meet this philanthropist guy he so wants to marry”.
Taehyung hesitates and then crosses his arms. There’s something so attractive about his stern look and dominant pose. Jungkook is dying to tease him some more.
“There will be people I have to talk to. I won’t be able to stay with you all night”.
“I already know it’s going to be boring as hell. I still want to come”.
Taehyung nods, and it looks like he hesitates for a second.
“Why don’t we make it fun, then?”
Taehyung is a challenge, sometimes. Jungkook thought he was a quiet person, reserved and calm most of the time, but he was surprised in getting to know someone who was more than willing to keep up with his restless soul. There’s a playful side to Taehyung that came to the surface only after they spent some time together. He loves that Taehyung is always ready to give him a run for his money.
“You?” Jungkook asks. “Making a night like this fun? You’re as boring as all your friends, Tae. I really don’t know how you can think so highly of yourself…”
“God, do you ever shut up?” he rolls his eyes and climbs on the bed.
“Not really,” Jungkook murmurs with a challenging look. “Make me?” and Taehyung replies with a mischievous smile.
“Gladly”.
He scoots closer to Jungkook, head resting on a hand and their faces close. Even on the bed, like this, he somehow feels like Taehyung towers over him.
With a hand on his lower back, Taehyung pushes him closer, and Jungkook locks his arms around his neck. Taehyung is smiling, all sexy and boyish as he pokes his sides, making him squirm. With his looks, his money, and his fancy place in the world, Jungkook sometimes forgets that he's just a few years older than him.
Their foreheads are now pressed together and Jungkook is chasing his lips, but Taehyung’s clearly avoiding him.
“C’mon, shut me up, Daddy” he says, locking Taehyung’s leg between his own.
It’s a perfect position for Taehyung to grab his ass and fondle it freely, which he does and Jungkook takes his chance to roll his hips shamelessly. Taehyung grunts but doesn’t speak.
“Kiss me” he insists, whinier than he’d like to admit.
“Admit I’m fun”.
Jungkook sighs and lets out an annoyed noise.
“You’re lame!”
“Admit I’m a fun guy” his voice is stern, but his expression silly. Jungkook would laugh if he didn’t want to contradict him so much.
“You know only a bore would say this, right?”
“I’ll make it fun, you’ll be grateful and act like the good boy you are" Jungkook rolls his eyes and Taehyung squeezes his waist some more.
“Sure…”
“Promise” his voice isn’t playful any more, his tone much darker, and his hot breath makes Jungkook feel like he’s melting. Taehyung is grabbing the thigh that he’s trying to straddle him with and his free hand is now tucking Jungkook’s hair behind his ear, gently. Then, the same hand is at the back of his head and the bastard squeezes . Jungkook suddenly feels so helpless and tiny he shudders .
“I promise” he murmurs, eyes trained to Taehyung’s lips, glossy and so damn big. He’s not even sure what Taehyung is making him promise anymore, but he complies.
“Good” Taehyung says with a knowing grin, and finally , he kisses him.
Jungkook lets out a breathless noise and relaxes, Taehyung slowly rolling him on his back. He wants to deepen the kiss, he needs it, and when he feels Taehyung’s tongue against his own he knows he’s audibly moaning.
Taehyung’s body against him is heavy and familiar, but he wants more. He trails his hands down to the collarbones peeking out of the silky shirt, over his chest, feeling it expand. He’s not sure if the pulsating drum he feels under his fingertips is Taehyung’s or his own heartbeat, but it makes him feel breathless and needy. For air, for touch, for skin .
“Off?” Jungkook asks, separating from his lips and tugging at Taehyung's shirt. He complies and unbuttons it enough to pull it off, before rolling his hips hard against Jungkook’s groin. “Fuck!” Jungkook lets out, trying to hold him there with his hands on his hips.
Taehyung kisses him hard and nasty, sucking on his tongue, tugging at his lips, and Jungkook feels like he’s liquefying. His hips jolt up, looking for friction; he’s already half-hard and Taehyung must feel it. Jungkook tries to roll his hips, but his hold is too strong, pinning him down with a hand on his hip.
“How are you so strong? Look at this noodle arm” Jungkook complains, hitting the arm that’s holding him up. “Let me…” he grunts, trying to make Taehyung rock against his crotch, but he's cut off by another kiss.
“Shush” Taehyung says, before starting to pepper kisses on his nose, cheek, brow bone, jaw, and finally back to his lips. Jungkook is smiling. “Take this off,” Taehyung says before helping him get rid of his sweater, hastily thrown on the floor.
“You’re so hot”, Taehyung murmurs, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his neck and on his chest. Heat coils in Jungkook’s gut and his cock twitches under the constraints of his sweats and underwear. He wants to grab it, slip a hand under the elastic band and pump himself ‘till he’s fully hard and dripping but the weight of Tae’s body against him is hot, inebriating.
He fists his hands in Taehyung’s hair as he feels him touch his chest and lightly rub his nipples, mouth tracing a scalding pattern on his stomach. Jungkook hums, breathless and too unfocused to form proper words, but he hopes the way he pushes his hands and tugs at Taehyung's scalp is enough to signal that more , he wants more .
Like he reads his mind — and Taehyung sometimes is scary like that — he separates from his skin and raises his head.
“What?” Jungkook asks, a little too pressed, a moan dying on his throat as he locks eyes with Taehyung, gaze heavy and dark.
“Nothing” Taehyung chuckles, and his breath is ghosting on his belly button. He wonders if he can feel his cock pulsating when he hastily grabs his sweatpants and briefs, undressing him in a quick move.
The cold air of the room comes as a relief on his aching cock. He’s already hard and leaking, but Taehyung seems to pay no attention to that, as he holds the back of his legs and spreads him. His palms slide down the smooth skin of his thighs and squeeze, pushing them apart farther. The muscles strain a little but he doesn’t mind, he’s buzzing with pleasure, he can handle it.
The first press of Taehyung’s lips on his inner thigh is almost chaste and reverent, then another a little higher up, closer to his crotch and Jungkook shudders and arches his back. His cock is hot and heavy, resting on his lower belly, unfairly ignored. He moves a hand from where it’s resting on Taehyung’s shoulders and tries to tug at it, but Taehyung growls, latches his mouth onto the skin of his thighs and sucks hard. Jungkook gets the message and grunts in dissatisfaction because Taehyung’s teasing and he just wants his cock touched.
With a lick of the area where he bit, Taehyung moves further down and Jungkook almost cries out loud when, unexpectedly, Taehyung takes one of his balls in his mouth and sucks .
“Fuck” he lets out, eyes rolling on the back of his head and hands trying to find purchase on the sheets.
Taehyung hums, and the vibrations go right to his cock where he feels a drip of precum roll on his belly. Taehyung's hands are gripping his thighs so strongly that he wouldn’t be surprised to find bruises there, but he loves it. Loves how he gets so possessive over his body, so unashamedly animalistic about his reactions.
With a loud pop, he lets go of one ball and goes straight to the other, leaving Jungkook almost dizzy with pleasure.
“Baby,” it takes Jungkook a couple seconds more than normal to realize Taehyung is talking to him.
“Mh?”
“If I suck your cock you’re not going to come, right?”
God, the guy is testing him. Unfortunately, Jungkook has a bad record when it comes to blowjobs and Taehyung loves to tease him about it. It’s not his fault Taehyung sucks cock like it’s his damn job!
Jungkook huffs out an annoyed “right” and pushes his shoulders. Taehyung chuckles, and plants a quick and tender kiss to his groin.
“Good boy” he murmurs, loud enough to make sure Jungkook hears it, and then he takes his cock in his mouth.
Jungkook’s hips jerk, and Taehyung has to pin him down with a strong hand, while the other is over Jungkook’s abs, touching and grabbing wherever he can.
Taehyung is avid as he takes more of his length in his mouth, messy and sloppy. Jungkook loves how he moves his tongue on the underside of his cock and how he teases his slit every time he comes back for air. There’s too much spit, and Taehyung’s unnecessarily vocal, but the little vibrations that his moans produce are what have Jungkook nearly on the edge already.
He’s grinding his teeth, jaw is clenched as he tries to keep from making too many stupid sounds, and Taehyung seem to notice, so he comes back for air and pumps his red, heavy cock a couple times.
With a sly grin, he fondles his balls and asks:
“You alright, baby boy?”
Jungkook nods, trying to take deep breaths, heart feeling like it’s going to jump out of his chest. This is his chance to get a hold of himself, he must take it.
“‘s good”
“Is it good, baby?” he asks, teasingly, big fist pumping his hard cock slowly but relentlessly, concentrating on the tip. “Is it good, how Daddy sucks your little cock, uh?”
Okay, never mind, Jungkook is about to explode . He brings an arm to cover his eyes; he can’t watch Taehyung saying those things with his red lips, shiny with spit and precum, and his dark, obscene eyes.
“Daddy, please…”
“What do you want?” he asks, and starts to lap at the slit of his cock with small, deliberate licks.
“W-want…” he stutters. This is not fair play, Taehyung knows that blowjobs are his weakness.
“Yeah?”
Jungkook hesitates as Taehyung keeps stroking his length up to the tip, where he swirls his tongue, just to drive him crazy. And he succeeds.
“More, please, gimme more, Daddy…” he’s tensing and relaxing every time Taehyung’s hold loosens around his cock, thighs constricting around his torso and abs twitching.
“Of course, baby boy. You asked so nicely” he coos, and takes his whole length up to the hilt. Jungkook feels Taehyung’s throat constricting around his tip, and he straight up wails .
He knows he’s not small , no matter what Taehyung says to humiliate him during sex, so there still a certain amount of awe in him whenever he feels Taehyung relax and deepthroat him without gagging. Jungkook always gags, no matter how hard he tries.
“Ah— oh god, you’re so good, Daddy…”
Taehyung stays there as much as he can, swallows around his cock twice before coming up for air, and Jungkook is honestly surprised he hasn’t come yet.
Taehyung bobs his head again, lips sliding up and down the length, and Jungkook’s straining to not rock his hips into the feeling, breath catching as he suckles at his tip.
“Oh, fuck, fuck… yes ”.
He knows he probably sounds desperate and fucked out already, but he can’t help but moan out loud every time Taehyung swirls his tongue or makes his breath vibrate. He is a fucking pro at cocksucking, and he turns Jungkook into a squirming, flushed mess every. single. time.
Taehyung separates with a silly, exaggerated sigh, and smiles, pleased. Jungkook’s cock bobbing against his own belly, full and desperate.
“You didn’t come” he points out, surprised, voice even deeper than the usual, rougher, as he’s placing small kisses on his thighs.
“Fuck you” Jungkook breathes out, chest heaving, while swatting a hand in his general direction and a laugh is starting to form in his throat.
When he lowers his eyes on Taehyung, he’s resting his head on his hipbone, almost nuzzling his crotch, looking at him with such fondness he feels something tightening in his chest.
“My beautiful baby” Taehyung says, almost whispering. “You’re so sensitive” he adds, giving an experimenting lick at the base of his shaft, and Jungkook shudders.
“Daddy” he tries, threading his fingers in Taehyung’s beautiful, long hair and pushing some sweaty strands off his forehead. He looks amazing. “Fuck me now?”
Taehyung grunts and with a final kiss to his hipbone, he stands on his knees. Jungkook notices that he’s still wearing his elegant pants and there’s a noticeable tent there. He wishes he could return the favour but Taehyung seems to have other plans.
“Hands and knees, now” he says with a slap of his thighs and an almost imperceptible grin cracking his serious facade.
While Jungkook settles into position, he feels the mattress dipping and Taehyung is retrieving a bottle of lube from the night stand. He’ shaking with anticipation.
He feels Taehyung throwing it on the bed and his hands are immediately back to him, following the dip of his spine and tracing it gently.
“Relax” Taehyung whispers and places soft kisses over each dimple of his lower back. There’s a static and heady pleasure making its way in Jungkook’s body at the prospect of what’s to come, but Taehyung body behind him is a reassuring, grounding presence. He always felt in good hands with Taehyung, so he tries to do as he’s told.
Suddenly, though, Taehyung is spreading his cheeks, exposing his hole, and making him gasp and tense once again. Two thumbs are pulling at his rim, and Jungkook winces.
“I’m taking the lube” Taehyung announces and Jungkook loosens up a bit. His cock is hanging between his legs, it feels heavy and so damn hard that even the mere thought of it makes it twitch. He almost laughs at how easily Taehyung is able to rile him up.
When Taehyung is back, he hears the click of the bottle cap and expects the cold gooey substance to drip on him, but it doesn’t. He turns his head over his shoulders and sees Taehyung rubbing the lube between his fingers.
“Warming it up” he says, matter-of-factly, and Jungkook can’t help but smile, thankful.
Once Taehyung finds it’s warm enough, he finally rubs index and middle finger over his crack and rolls them; Jungkook hums.
The muscle clenches and relax; Taehyung pads at the puckered skin before sliding a finger in, and Jungkook hears himself gasp. Taehyung has placed a hand on his waist, thumb pressing lightly on the cleft of his back and it makes him arch his spine. The muscles are slowly giving in to the gentle intrusion of Taehyung’s finger; it’s not exactly pleasurable but it doesn’t hurt either, it’s more of a building pressure, a promise.
He then pushes another finger in, and Jungkook feels the light stretch now. He’s slowly rubbing at his ridged walls, lubing him up well, and building the simmering pleasure that comes with being fully stretched and ready to take cock.
He feels the tug that his rim imposes on Taehyung’s fingers and shivers at the pull.
“Daddy…” he sighs, a breathless moan threatening to leave his lips. The fingers start to move in slow circles, forcing his walls to give in to the pressure and Jungkook shakes, gritting his teeth. He’s starting to feel the muscles in his arms getting sore, he’s probably much more tense than he imagines.
With a loud exhale, he deliberately decides to get on his elbows. As soon as he does that, the fingers in his ass crook just right , he feels his inner walls clench on their own, and he can't help but let out a high-pitched whine.
“Fuck, baby, look at you” Taehyung grunts, pleased with the new position. He must look obscene: head low, chest pressed to the silky duvet and ass up in the air for Taehyung to admire and do as he pleases. He feels himself contract at the mere thought and Taehyung hisses .
“I can take more” he pleads, a hand trying to reach back where Taehyung is holding him at the hip. Taehyung grabs his hand and pins it to his back, holding him still as he pushes in a third finger.
“O-oh” Jungkook stutters, word muffled by the mattress, and Taehyung starts to fuck him rhythmically. His fingers are so long and he’s running the pads on his walls deliciously slow; Jungkook is torn between asking him to drag this out as long as possible and edge him forever, or get it over with and fuck him like he means it.
Before he has to make up his mind, Taehyung pulls his fingers out to check how well he’s stretched, and Jungkook feels himself gape. He would blush if he wasn’t already panting on the sheets, face flushed and sweat collecting on his neck and chest.
Taehyung thumbs at his rim and growls, his wet fingers leaving indents on his is plush cheeks.
“Clench” he says, voice so low Jungkook hesitates, not sure if he heard it right. Taehyung doesn’t seem to like the wait, and before he even realizes it, he hears a loud smack followed by a sharp sting on his right ass cheek.
“Fuck” he sobs. He loves the burning feeling of his spanked skin. “Daddy…”
“I said, clench ”
Jungkook does as he’s told and Taehyung lets out a pleased noise.
“So good, baby” he purrs, and he lets go of his pinned hand that falls limply on his side.
Jungkook takes a deep breath, trying to calm down when he hears the noise of more lube squirting out of the bottle, followed by a small “shit”. Without waiting for it to warm up, Taehyung plunges his three fingers back into him, bending them just right, and Jungkook yelps. There’s so much lube he feels some dripping on his balls and thighs in thick globs, but his mind is suddenly filled with the feeling of a light and rhythmic pressure on his prostate, and it takes his mind to another plane. Taehyung is clearly teasing, and Jungkook feels like he’s close already. Again .
“Aaaah… oh, fuck, I’m… I-I” he quivers, trying to form a coherent phrase. The pressure is building, and he tries to resist it but Taehyung doesn’t seem to stop. “Close” he manages to get out in a raspy puff of air. “Daddy, close… daddy ” he pants, knees about to go limp and his fists grabbing the sheets near his head.
“Already close, baby boy?” Taehyung asks, voice so low and hoarse. He sounds like he is the one getting fingered to insanity.
“Yes, yes…” Jungkook mewls, arching his back even more and trying to collect what’s left of his strength to fuck back, but suddenly, Taehyung pulls out.
Jungkook makes a disgruntled noise, and turns his head. What the fuck?
Taehyung is running a hand through his hair, heaving chest and cheeks slightly flush.
“Tae” he starts, whiny and disappointed, but Taehyung’s suddenly all over him, pressing apologetic kisses all over his temple and nose.
“Sorry, babe” he says, with a light peck on the corner of his lips. “I have something else in mind”.
Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, clearly annoyed, and tries to roll on his back but Taehyung stops him.
“Stay like this” Taehyung warns, and Jungkook complies reluctantly, head bowing to rest on his arms.
Taehyung moves behind him, and he hears a loud clack, like a box opening. Oh. Oh .
Jungkook lifts himself up and turns around, curious and clearly disobeying. Taehyung is carefully extracting the gold plug from his box, and Jungkook shivers.
“I thought it was more of a collection piece?” he says, trying to regulate his breath.
Taehyung laughs and Jungkook smiles back, watching him hold the plug with a hand and squeezing lube on it. Then, a thought crosses his mind. He knows it’s a stupid questions, but he asks him anyway.
“No, but really… Is this safe to use?” Taehyung lifts his head, confused.
“What?”
“Like… gold and ass. I don’t know, is it… sanitary?”
“Babe, I bought this for two thousand dollars, it’s professionally made for ass”, Taehyung’s eyes are wide and his expression worried.
“ 2k ?”
“I would never hurt you, Guk” he ignores his remark about the price and drops the already lubed up thing on the covers to get closer to him and plant a hand on his waist. Taehyung has always been very attentive, Jungkook trusts him with his own life and would never doubt him for real. He was just making fun of him.
“I know, Tae. I was just being a brat” he says, kissing him in the most reassuringly way possible. “How did you find this thing, though?”
Taehyung seems convinced and traces his thumb on his cheek, squeezing his waist.
“I have my ways” he replies, raising his eyebrows.
“I’m sure you do” he concedes, and kisses him again, wet and slow, tracing his chest with his hands.
“We don’t have to use it if you don’t like it, Guk” Taehyung says when they separate, but Jungkook shakes his head.
“I love it, Tae. I wanna use it” he says, bending to grab the plug.
“Good”, Taehyung nods and starts to pump Jungkook’s cock slowly. Jungkook whines as he drops his head to Taehyung's shoulder, caught off guard by the sudden stimulation. The hand previously resting on his waist is now grabbing one of his ass cheeks and two fingers are circling his puffy rim.
The knot in his core tightens, pleasure starting to build again. When he opens his eyes, they casually land on his hand grabbing the plug, and only then Jungkook notices that on the ring base of the big plug about to go in his ass there’s something engraved. He turns the object and sees three letters, permanently carved into the gold surface: KTH.
He audibly moans and almost feels dizzy, his cock twitches, and he has to close his fist at the base of his own cock.
Taehyung raises his eyes, confused.
“What?”
“There’s your fucking name on that thing” he spits out, holding the plug up for Taehyung to see. The man hesitates and then scoffs.
“You didn’t notice before?” Taehyung asks. Jungkook shakes his dead and swallows audibly.
“Fuck, I thought I was gonna come” he admits, squeezing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
“You’re cute” Taehyung chuckles and fondles his ass, finally convinced that Jungkook is definitely on board. “Alright” he says, spanking him lightly and taking the plug from his hand. “Back on your hands and knees, it’s going to be easier this way”.
Jungkook nods and releases the grip around his cock, going back to his position.
Taehyung immediately opens his cheeks and starts rubbing his wet fingers on the stretched hole. He’s so wet and ready.
“You good?”
“Yes, yes” Jungkook arches his back even more. “Fuck, you could put a gold bar up my ass and I wouldn’t mind, c’mon”
“I take it back, you’re not cute, you’re disgusting”
“And so are you for coming up with this idea, Dadd -”
He doesn’t even get to finish before the tip of the plug is placed against his rim, cold and hard. His breath itches and a trembling moan dies on his lips when Taehyung pushes .
His walls are easily making room for the thick toy to enter him and Jungkook loves it. The stretch, the burn, the feeling of being filled. This is what he lives for.
His hands are gripping the smooth sheets, shaking as they tighten, the veins in his arms bulging.
“Oh, fuck…” he groans. “It’s big ”.
"Mmh" Taehyung agrees as he starts to slightly circle it. He hasn't even pushed it all in. "You take it so well, baby. So good".
Jungkook nods, loves the praise, but his breath cuts short when his rim starts to close on the thinner part of the plug. Every inch is a challenge but it feels so good .
"Fuck, Daddy… I love it".
"I know you do, baby boy. Always want to be filled up, don't you? Can't stay without something big in your tight little ass" Taehyung is spitting his words and grabbing the meatiest part of his ass cheeks.
God, he has a filthy mouth but it only makes Jungkook clench around the toy more.
"Look at this hungry lil' hole" he says, finally pushing in the last inch and rubbing his fingers on the taut skin of his rim.
Jungkook is out of breath. The plug feels like it's pushing at his lungs, he feels it in his throat.
"Full" he whimpers and Taehyung fucking coos .
He's stroking his sides, hands big and comforting as Jungkook rolls his hips a little, testing the girth of the toy in his guts. It's bigger than what he's used to but not as big as Taehyung is and the thought makes him moan.
The plug is hard, though, and it pushes on his swollen prostate when he shifts.
"Move it, Daddy?" he would normally be ashamed of how needy and helpless he sounds but now there's nothing else he can think of but the pulsating pleasure sinking deep into his bones.
Taehyung must be feeling generous because he immediately pats his ass and grabs the handle, giving it a light tug.
"Oh " he lets out, a gasp knocking his breath away. Jungkook is panting and Taehyung pulls.
His rim is stretching again, and he's sure he’s emitting some weird, wailing sound. He can't say he's exactly present , though.
It feels amazing, the plug sliding easily, smooth and so wet, and Taehyung sounds enthralled by the sight.
When the toy is out, his hole is gaping and leaking so much lube he should feel disgusted, but he loves it, and his throat makes a garbled noise in response. He is partly turned on and partly ashamed, because everything is so sexy and so lewd with Taehyung. He craves this, he thrives in it. He loves him because only he can do him like this, and he says it, no filter, making Taehyung snort .
"You can't say cheeky stuff like this while I'm fucking your ass with this thing!"
"Fuck you, I'll say whatever the fuck I want" he tries to rock back, softness all gone.
"Careful" warns Taehyung and he grunts in annoyance.
"Fuck me"
"So eager”
“Fuck I am, yes, c’mon” and Taehyung gives in, pressing the tip on his hole and pushing it in, less careful and more deliberate now.
Taehyung fucks him in earnest now, firm grip on the toy and Jungkook is seeing stars, because the man he loves is fucking him good and hard with a goddamn golden plug with his name on it. He is dizzy.
He doesn’t know when his legs have started to go limp but Taehyung is holding him now, much closer, arm circled around his waist and toy changing angle, pressure strong and relentless on his sweet, sweet spot. He’s probably swearing, back arched, and Taehyung has the nerve to shush him .
“Fuck off” he mumbles, and maybe there’s some drool escaping his mouth, but he doesn’t care. “ ‘m close”.
“Maybe I shouldn’t let you come, and leave you on edge the whole night, with that attitude of yours, uh? What do you think?”
He hates him, but the prospect is dreadful, he’s not going to test him.
“N-no… please ”
He can’t see him, but he knows there’s a smug grin on Taehyung’s face as he hums and wiggles the plug around by the base, twisting it inside him and pressing it on his prostate. His knees buckle and his dick touches the wet sheets. He’s leaking so much .
Taehyung’s fucking him again, faster, squelching sounds so obscene and Jungkook’s writhing on the sheets, the man barely holding him still.
“Har— harder , yes” he huffs out. “Oh god, I—I’m coming” he warns in a high-pitched whine, back arched, hole clenching and Taehyung presses inside him, steadily and hard, a curse escaping his lips.
Jungkook melts into a long, drained moan, muscles twitching, and he comes , completely untouched, cock pulsing and dribbling a steady flow of white on the sheets.
“Fuck, there you go” Taehyung grunts as he keeps pressing on his swollen gland rhythmically, and Jungkook shivers and clenches, fisting the sheets and exhaling shakily for long, long seconds.
“T—too much, Daddy” he lets out in a whine, jerking in Taehyung’s arm with overstimulation, so the man lets go of the plug, alleviating the pressure but keeping it there for him to clench and shake on.
Jungkook’s trying to even out his breathing and turns his head on the sheets, looking at Taehyung past his shoulder. The man is wrecked and a heady bliss spreads in his bones at the sight.
Taehyung is biting at his lips, chest heaving and hands squeezing Jungkook’s ass cheeks, eyes fixated on the shiny, gold handle nestled into his hole. In a flashing thought, Jungkook realizes Taehyung is still wearing his elegant pants, cock straining under his zipper and begging for something .
“Daddy, you now” he says, voice purposely tiny, glaring at his bulge.
Taehyung chuckles and licks his lips, thumbs pressing on the underside of his ass, almost grazing his wet balls. Jungkook quivers.
“Let me, Daddy” he tries, but Taehyung shakes his head and starts to unbuckle his belt. He hastily pulls down his zipper and with a clumsy gesture he pulls down his pants and underwear just enough to make his member spring out.
He is hard, cock big, and so red. Jungkook is still basking in his post-orgasmic daze, but he feels something tightening in his core at the sight of his shiny tip almost pulsating under his eyes.
“You’re so hard” Jungkook murmurs, and tries to turn, wincing at the plug still in is ass but Taehyung grunts, letting out a rough “no” and keeps him on his knees, the other hand finally pulling at his shaft.
He lets out a relieved sigh when he pumps his cock and Jungkook sees him shake . There’s something so erotic and sensual about Taehyung fisting his cock while looking at him like his world revolves around him and his ass stuffed with gold . Jungkook moans, and he may be exaggerating it but Taehyung smiles.
“Oh, baby” he grunts, inhaling and squeezing his eyes, head rolled back and neck sweaty and glowing.
His hand is moving faster now, squeezing his shaft and concentrating on his tip, leaking steadily. His free hand is fondling his balls, and he groans as he squeezes.
Finally, regained some of his strength, Jungkook stands on one arm and with the other he reaches his ass, slapping at his ass cheek.
“Did you like fucking my ass with your gold plug, Daddy?” he says, stroking the swell of his ass and placing his hand on the dip of his back, almost presenting to him.
“Fuck, Jungkook” Taehyung says, voice gruff and nostrils almost flaring, his hand jerking his cock faster.
“You made me come with this only” he says, grabbing the handle and turning the plug inside him, teasingly. “You did me so good” he moans. “You always fuck me so good”.
Taehyung is thumbing at his slit, fingers rolling his head and fisting it fast. His cock is so big, so beautiful, Jungkook would die to have it in his mouth but Taehyung is close, he can see it from his stomach twitching and his clenched jaw.
“I love having you inside me, Daddy” he adds, stroking the handle and feeling the shiny KTH engraved in it.
That must be it, because Taehyung is panting, brows furrowed, and in a couple of strokes he is coming all over Jungkook’s ass and back, painting him in thick ropes of come. Taehyung always comes so much.
“Oh god” he moans, low and raspy. “Baby, oh fuck ” he groans and his hand slows down, collecting the rest of his release on his fist.
He’s breathing heavily, eyes dark, and he has a pleased smile on his face when he states:
“You’re nasty”.
He rubs his clean hand on his sweaty forehead, and he accidentally leaves his hair all mussed up and funny. Jungkook grins, and doesn’t have it in him to retort.
With his stained hand, he collects his cooling come from Jungkook’s back and presses it on his crack, some leaking on the plug handle.
“Pretty,” he says. “My pretty baby, look at you” and bends, placing soft kisses on his lower back and spine.
Jungkook isn’t expecting this moment of softness and blushes, face hiding between his arms.
“The plug stays”.
Jungkook turns his head quickly, looking at Taehyung with a quizzical expression and his surroundings start to come back to him. They’re at Taehyung’s place, technically getting ready to go to Jimin’s party which is probably in about an hour, now.
“What?”
Is he being serious?
“You heard me”
Taehyung is looking way too smug for Jungkook’s liking.
“Tae,” Jungkook tries, finally turning his body and laying on his side. “It’s huge,” he winces for clarity.
“You weren’t complaining before”
“But—”
“The plug stays” he repeats with finality, getting out of the bed. “You’re going to be a good boy, aren’t you?” he is cheeky and infuriatingly nonchalant about it.
Why don’t we make it fun, then? Taehyung said just a few minutes ago, and Jungkook realizes now what he probably meant.
He sighs, and shakes his head.
“Yes, Daddy” he mumbles, pouting.
“Good,” Taehyung stretches a hand to help him up. “Now, shower”.