Work Text:
8 :45 PM.
Dad: I need to do extra hours tonight, I don’t know when I will come home. Would you mind bringing me dinner?
I called your mom, she said she had it ready and I don’t want to bother her any more than I did already.
Jungkook: Sure, dad. I will be there in 15
Dad: Thank you kook. You know the code.
Jungkook: Yeah I do See you
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When Jungkook arrives at the building, all the lights are turned off. His dad’s office was on the last floor, and everyone else left so he wasn’t surprised about it. He types the code in and slides his card in the front door to open it since it was locked, lights turning on automatically as he takes a few steps in the hall. The card was given to him by his dad, so he could come whenever he wanted to without needing someone to open the door for him, like tonight. He walks to the elevator, quickly getting in and pushing the highest button. He adjusts the bag in his hand before turning to check himself in the mirror. He wasn't a narcissist, but he knew he was pretty, after being told so many times. He hears a ding as he runs his hand through his hair. It was getting quite long, reaching his nose so he often had to move it out of his face.
He steps out of the elevator, not wasting time as he makes his way towards his dad’s office. After years of coming here, he was really familiar with the place. He knew which office was whose, he knew his dad’s co-workers names. He slows down his pace when he realizes his dad isn’t the only one to work extra hours. A few offices away from his dad’s office, he sees light peeking from under a door. He doesn’t even have to look at the plaque hanging on the door to know who it is. Kim Taehyung, his dad’s best friend and best employee. Jungkook bites his lip as he stares at the name on the door, thoughts becoming a mess. After a few minutes, he shakes his head and his feet resume their walk towards his dad’s office.
He gently knocks, before entering, not waiting for a response. He didn’t need to. He closes the door behind him and walks to the desk.
“Hey,” He speaks up when he sees his dad probably hasn’t noticed him yet, making him jump slightly.
“Ah Jungkook, sorry I didn’t see you come in.” He sighs as he puts his pen down before running a hand on his tired face.
“It’s fine. Do you have a lot of work ?” He asks, putting the bag down on the desk, wherever he could find a spot that wasn’t scattered with papers.
His father hums, “Probably need an hour or two.”
“Can’t you do it tomorrow ?” “No, I really need to get this done today. I sent my secretary home earlier, I thought everything was ready for tomorrow’s meeting.”
Jungkook nods, although his dad probably couldn’t see him. “Don’t overwork yourself too much.”
“Don’t worry about me.” He looks up, smiling at his son. “How’s college ?”
Jungkook shrugs, “It’s fine. I got an A in business class today.”
“That’s good. I know how hard you work.” His father says. “And I know you didn’t want to study business, and even less take over our company later. But I’m glad you’re doing it. Your mom and I are proud of you.”
“I don’t think I would have gotten anywhere if I had studied art.” He shrugs, “Might as well study something that will be useful for my future.”
“Your mom said you’re locked in your room all day to study.” He speaks, “Don’t overwork yourself too much.” He smiles, using the same words Jungkook had used one minute earlier.
“Just because that’s not what I wanted to study doesn’t mean I don’t like it.” He playfully rolls his eyes. “But don’t worry. I got it.”
“I know you do.”
Jungkook looks down at the papers scattered everywhere on the desk, before looking at the clock on the wall.
“Ok, I’ll be going home now. Did you need anything else ?” He asks and his father shakes his head negatively.
“Thank you for bringing me dinner. And thank your mom for me, ok?”
“I will. Eat well, and don’t forget to come home. I know you tend to sleep in your office when you’re doing extra hours.”
“I won’t.” His father stands up and leans above his desk to ruffle Jungkook’s hair. “Good night. Don’t spend too much time on your phone, it’s not-”
“-not good for my eyes, I know.” Jungkook chuckles. “Good night dad.”
Jungkook finally leaves his dad’s office, walking back to the elevator when he stops. Right in front of that door. He couldn’t stop thinking about Taehyung. How he was /right/ there, no one else was around. His office was close to the elevator, quite far from his father’s.
He sighs and finally gathers the courage to knock on the door. A deep voice invites him in.
He opens the door, quickly stepping inside and closing the door in case his father would leave his office and see him. He presses his back against the door, finally looking at Taehyung who was typing on his laptop, glasses perched on the tip of his nose, mouth slightly agape as he was focused on his task. The older looks up when he’s done typing. Surprise visible on his face.
“Jungkook ?” He calls, lifting an eyebrow, curious.
Jungkook shyly looks away, rubbing his neck. “Hm, hi.” He simply says.
Taehyung was not only his father’s employee, but also his best friend. Which meant he had known him for a few years now.
“What are you doing here ?” He asks, moving his papers, probably looking for something.
“I was bringing dinner to my father.” He says, “I was walking by and I saw you were here so…”
“So you decided to come in and distract me while I’m working ?” Taehyung teases, making Jungkook flustered.
“N-No! That’s not- Am I bothering you ? I can go if you want, I-”
“No Jungkook, you’re not bothering me.” Taehyung finally chuckles, having mercy on the boy. “Come here.” He demands and Jungkook quickly obeys. Something about him just made Jungkook want to follow his orders, whatever he wanted, he would give to him.
He approaches Taehyung, close enough for him to get a grip on his waist and pull him down on his lap.
“I could use a distraction, though.” He mutters as he pushes one strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear. “It would be a shame for me to have you, a pretty boy on my lap, in my office, and not take advantage of it, huh ?”
“But- I- there’s my dad,” He stutters, breathing catching in his throat when he feels a pair of lips against his neck.
“That didn’t stop you last time, did it ?” Taehyung asks, biting his lobe.
Last time Jungkook came by… Three weeks ago. He had just gotten out of the gym, and passed by to have lunch with his dad. When he left, he stumbled on Taehyung, who invited him to his office. No need to say that the fact the building was full of busy coworkers and that his dad was only a few offices away didn’t stop Jungkook from sucking the living daylight out of Taehyung. On his knees. Under his desk.
“You weren’t so shy either.”
Jungkook stands up, smiling at Taehyung before falling to his knees between his legs.
“There you are.” He smirks, brushing Jungkook’s hair out of his face. “Good boy.”
Jungkook almost whines upon hearing the praise, because he never heard Taehyung praise him, or rarely. And Jungkook lives to please men, especially older ones. Because they’re more experienced, which means their standards might be higher than boys his age. So if he succeeds in making them praise him, it’s a win for him.
But Taehyung isn’t like any other man. It’s hard for Jungkook to get a reaction from him, besides his smirk from time to time. He wants the man to moan, groan, praise him, he wants to see how much pleasure he gives him. Instead, all he gets is his intimidating gaze whenever he looks down at him.
“Gonna warm my cock while I finish my work, will you ?” He asks, and Jungkook nods, sliding in the space under the desk, hastily unzipping Taehyung’s pants, making him chuckle at his eagerness. He lowers his underwear before pulling out his cock out of the layer of clothes. He glances one more time at Taehyung, his doe eyes looking up at him while he is holding his cock in his hand making Taehyung weak. Jungkook looked so innocent, yet so naughty. He slowly leans to give it a kitten lick, the only thing he could see is Taehyung’s jaw clenching. He wraps his pretty lips around the pink tip, running his tongue against the slit, eyes not leaving Taehyung as he decided he really wanted a reaction from him tonight. He wanted to know if what he was doing was good, if he was giving pleasure to Taehyung.
After a few more licks, he wraps his mouth around it and slowly sinks down until it hits the back of his throat. He had no gag reflex, which surprised Taehyung at first, but he really didn’t mind. The way Jungkook’s throat relaxed and clenched around his cock, the way he swallowed around him without much difficulty, amazed Taehyung. And he knew Jungkook was only waiting for praises, he knew it ever since the first time they did this. The boy was whining, begging him and almost tearing up from the lack of reaction he was receiving. That was when Taehyung loved being mean to the younger. Now he was being nicer, still mean but nicer.
“There, don’t move.” He demands when his cock is deep down Jungkook’s throat as he strokes his hair, before his hands disappear from his sight and he hears him start to write.
Something else Jungkook didn’t really appreciate, is having a cock inside of his mouth without being able to move. And obviously, the lack of interest Taehyung was giving him. It’s like he didn’t even feel, or know Jungkook was there.
But he’s a good boy, so he waits. Mouth firmly wrapped around his elder’s cock, feeling relaxed by the noise of scribbling and papers moving. His eyelids drop as he slowly grows tired. He could feel drool dripping from his mouth, on Taehyung’s cock and down his chin and neck. But for now, he didn’t mind.
After a while, he gets tired of being immobile so he slowly lifts his mouth up, before slowly sinking down. Taehyung doesn’t say anything, but one of his hands appears to run through his hair and pull at it.
“Can’t even follow a simple request, baby ?” His deep voice mutters, hoarse from not speaking in a while.
Jungkook hums, bopping his head up and down at a faster pace. Until they both hear a knock on the door.
“Taehyung ? You’re here ?” A voice speaks up and they both recognize Jungkook’s dad.
“Yeah!” Taehyung smirks as he looks down at Jungkook, before speaking low enough so the father doesn’t hear. “What would your daddy think if he saw you like this, on your knees, under my desk, mouth full of my cock, huh?”
“Can I come in ?” He asks.
“What do you think, baby ? Should we invite him in ?”
Jungkook instantly shakes his head, as best as he can since his mouth was still full. His eyes glossy from the shame he felt right now, and the fear of being seen by his father.
“Sure!” Taehyung ends up saying instead, one hand still in Jungkook’s hair.
They hear the door open and Jungkook slightly jumps in surprise, knocking his head on the desk, a groan being muffled by the cock in his mouth.
“What was that ?” Jungkook’s father asks as he steps further inside.
“Hit my knee,” Taehyung says with ease, pretending to brush his knee with his hand when he was in reality brushing Jungkook’s head.
Mr. Jeon nods, before asking, “I was on my way to the coffee machine when I saw light in your office. Do you want one ?”
“Oh no thank you. I’ll be going home soon anyway, I’m almost done.” He thanks him.
“Alright. Did you eat yet ?”
“No, but I’ll get dinner soon.” He says, pulling a little on Jungkook’s hair because by dinner, he meant Jungkook.
Jungkook’s father nods, “Good. Have a nice evening, and I will see you tomorrow then.”
Taehyung smiles, nodding. “Good night!”
Mr. Jeon nods one last time before leaving the room, making Jungkook finally push Taehyung away, cock slipping from his mouth.
“What is wrong with you?! Do you want us to get caught ?!”
“As long as you didn’t move or make any sound, he couldn’t have caught us.”
“But what if he did ?!”
“He didn’t, relax.” Taehyung tells him, leaving enough room for Jungkook to stand up.
“Don’t you have a lock on the door or something ?”
“Scared he’ll come back?” Taehyung smirks as he grabs a key inside a drawer and makes his way to the door to lock it. The advantage of having his own office was that he could lock himself if he needed to be alone to focus on work.
When he comes back, Jungkook hasn’t moved an inch. He was still standing besides the rolling chair, looking at Taehyung.
“Now, should I punish you ?” “Punish me ? For what ?”
“You were supposed to stay still. And you hit your head when your father came in. Which could have gotten us in trouble.”
“Oh and that’s my fault ?”
“Yes.” Taehyung says as he pushes everything that was on the right side of his desk. He then grabs Jungkook by the waist to make him sit on it. He instantly positions himself between his legs, where he belongs to. “So, what should I do with you?”
“What about you fuck me already ?” He whines, “I need to be home before my dad.”
Taehyung smirks, leaning to kiss his jaw, slowly trailing kisses down his neck. He pushes the material of his shirt to the side to have more room. He licks a long strip along his jaw, nibbling on the skin as he hears Jungkook whine.
“Tae” Taehyung hums, pulling Jungkook’s shirt up and above his head to remove it. His hands instantly find their way back to his waist. His fucking petite waist. Taehyung is being honest when he says that he had never seen a boy with such a pretty waist like Jungkook’s. His hands fit perfectly around it, and it looked even better when he was fucking the boy from behind.
“Please”
“What ?”
“Hurry.”
“Eager much ?” He chuckles, fingers fiddling with his belt to remove it, letting it fall on the floor with a loud sound. “You’re still such a slut, huh ?”
And Jungkook whines. Because although it was not really a praise, it fulfilled Jungkook’s degrading kink. He closes his eyes when he feels Taehyung’s hands back on him, all over him. Taehyung helps him stand up again to remove his pants, but freezes when he sees his underwear. Lingerie. Lace panties. Of course.
“Like it, hyungie ?” Jungkook asks, faking innocence which causes another fire to lit in Taehyung’s abdomen.
“Fuck, I do. So pretty baby,” He sighs, fingers playing with the hem, brushing against the red tip of his cock peeking out of the panties.. “So pretty and all mine.”
“Hm, all yours” Jungkook closes his eyes, feeling Taehyung’s hands and eyes everywhere on his body.
“Keep this on” Taehyung tells him, talking about the underwear.
“Want me to keep it while you fuck me ?” Jungkook smirks, and it also seems rude. Taehyung uses the fact that Jungkook was standing to turn him around and bend him over his desk, taking him by surprise.
“Tae?” He calls, already panting.
“Shh” Taehyung silences him, hands resting on Jungkook’s back, watching his back muscles tense as he moves his hands up and down to his lower back. One of his hands drops to one of his asscheeks, kneading the soft flesh, before slightly pulling his panties down to the top of the back of his thighs.. “Oh god, I missed your ass.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook still finds it in him to say these words, wiggling his ass to emphasize his next words. “My ass missed you too.”
Smack.
Jungkook jolts forwards with the strength of the spank Taehyung gave him, something between a whine and a moan coming out of his mouth.
“Still a brat too.”
“Of course, it’s my trademark hyungie.” Jungkook says, smiling as he tries to look at Taehyung above his shoulder, face slightly heating up when he sees him staring with his intense eyes.
“Maybe I should write that on your forehead then, so people know what they’re getting themselves into with you.” He smirks, palm sliding up to Jungkook’s shoulder blades to push him back down on the desk, hand then running in his hair, gripping a handful and pulling on it, making Jungkook’s head tilt back and his body arche.
“If you’re not gonna fuck me, I’ll go home hyungie.”
Taehyung inhales deeply. Brat.
“Maybe if you were patient.”
“What’s the point?” He whines, “All you have to do is fuck me, is it hard to do? Can’t you do it ?”
And Taehyung smirks, because he knows exactly what Jungkook is doing. Pretending to doubt about his fucking capacities, just to make him snap. But unlike Jungkook, Taehyung is really patient. And he has to be, considering how demanding and bratty Jungkook is.
He steps back, sitting on his rolling chair as Jungkook is still bent over his desk, naked. He stands up as fast as he can when he doesn’t feel Taehyung’s warmth anymore. He looks back, looking at him.
“Hyungie?”
“Prep yourself.” He simply says, laid back on his chair and manspreading. Looking so intimidating, all Jungkook wants to do is drop back on his knees right there.
His face slightly heats up, because usually it’s Taehyung who preps him. The idea of being spread out in front of Taehyung, fingers deep inside him, stretching his rim makes him flustered.
“So?” He lifts an eyebrow when he sees Jungkook doesn’t move. “Bend over my desk.”
Jungkook timidly does, leans over the desk, naked ass exposed to Taehyung’s eyes.
“No one will do it for you baby.” He smirks once again, he loved teasing Jungkook and seeing him so easily flustered.
Jungkook’s whine dies down in his throat, imagining Taehyung’s stare behind him.
“There’s lube in the second drawer.”
And Jungkook is thankful. He knew Taehyung had one the last time they fucked in his office, but he thought maybe it wasn’t there anymore. And stretching himself with saliva isn’t enough, he likes it messy, dripping down his thighs, he likes when the slide is smooth and easy.
He reaches for it, opening the bottle without looking at it, coating his fingers before getting back in position and reaching behind him. He circles the first finger around his rim, shivering at the coldness, before sliding it to the first knuckle. The slide is easy, he pushes his finger deep inside. It’s only after a minute or two that he feels it. The slight burn. Getting hotter and hotter every time his finger slides inside. He freezes and he looks to the side, reading on the bottle of lube ‘spicy flavored, warming lube’ and his eyes widen. His mouth falls open and he looks back at Taehyung who had a hand over his growing bulge, still covered with his pants, chest now exposed. Taehyung smirks when he realizes Jungkook is feeling it.
“What’s wrong? Feeling hot?”
“You-” He starts but interrupts himself. He doesn’t really mind the lube, he was just surprised and he had never used this kind of lubricant. It felt kind of good actually, it made his walls clench around his fingers, slowly warming up.
“Don’t like it?” He asks, knowing Jungkook /does/ like it. He likes everything, everything Taehyung has tried doing with him, to him, he likes it all. Taehyung had been surprised to find out that, despite his soft appearance, gentle doe eyes, pouty lips, the boy was actually the biggest pain slut he had ever seen. Not that he minded, of course not.
He presses a second finger along with the first one, soon followed by a third. It wasn’t the same as when Taehyung was doing it. Taehyung does it better. So much better. And it is not enough. Because unlike Taehyung’s finger, Jungkook’s are a bit shorter, and although it shouldn’t make a big difference, it does. Because the way Jungkook is reaching behind him makes it even harder to thrust his fingers deep inside him. He sighs in frustration, removing his fingers and standing up to face Taehyung, who looks at him with a confused expression. His panties falling to his ankles with the movement.
Jungkook approaches the elder, putting one knee on each side of Taehyung’s waist. He was thankful Taehyung’s chair was wide enough for that. He sits down and a moan falls out of his mouth when his ass presses against Taehyung’s hard erection under him.
“Want your fingers, hyungie.” He whines as he wraps one arm around Taehyung’s neck, the other grabbing Taehyung’s arm to wrap it around his waist, as low as he can, fingers staying on top of his hand.
“Can’t do anything on your own?” He teases.
“Please” His hips started gently rocking forwards, creating friction between their bodies. He feels Taehyung’s arm tightening around his waist, making it hard for him to move.
“Did I say you could move ?”
Jungkook shakes his head, desperately wanting to get himself off. He gasps when he feels a harsh slap against his right thigh, feeling the skin tingling after.
“You can talk, hm?”
“No” He mumbles, tears welling up his eyes, not from pain, but from frustration.
“Good.” Taehyung says, bringing Jungkook closer, if that is even possible, one arm tightly wrapped around Jungkook’s waist to stop him from moving and the other one reaching lower. Jungkook jolts when he feels Taehyung’s cold fingers, despite the warming lube, against his rim. He circles around it, eyes not leaving Jungkook’s, before pushing two fingers at the same time. He is certain Jungkook is stretched enough, but since he asked for his fingers, he will get them.
He starts thrusting them in and out, slowly at first, then gradually speeding up, always trying to go as deep as he can. A loud whine makes him understand that he must have hit his prostate. He could feel Jungkook trying to move, but his arm was stopping him from doing it, making him whine. He carefully slows down to add a third finger, before speeding up again. He could feel and hear Jungkook panting next to his ear, arms tightening around his neck as he was nothing anymore but a whining and moaning mess.
“H-Hyungie,”
Taehyung hums, lips brushing against Jungkook’s cheek, gently kissing it, not slowing down his pace.
“Gonna c-cum” He cries, trying harder to wiggle, hips slowly rocking back and forth as best as he can with Taehyung’s arm around his waist, his own cock brushing against the latter’s chest.
A few seconds later, he finally comes, coating Taehyung’s chest, thighs shaking. But Taehyung doesn’t stop, he continues abusing his prostate everytime his fingers hit it, and Jungkook can’t do anything but take it, loud whines coming out of his mouth and tears spilling from his soft eyes.
“A-Ah Taehyungie, p-please!” He sobs as the pleasure of the overstimulation was overwhelming him.
Taehyung keeps going a few more seconds, before stopping, finally having mercy on the poor boy. He lets go of the grip he had on his waist, hand reaching to touch Jungkook’s cheek, brushing his thumb against it to wipe the tears, lips pressing soft kisses all over his face. Jungkook wasn’t used to this kind of affection, Taehyung never did more than kiss him on the lips, only a few times. But he wasn’t complaining. He liked it.
“Good?” He asks once Jungkook has caught his breath. He smiles when he sees Jungkook nodding. “Did you like it?” He whispers.
“Y-You’re a meanie, hyungie. But yes I did.” He admits.
“I knew you would. Fucking slut.” Dirty talk. Degrading. That was one of Jungkook’s weaknesses. Although it was nothing like a praise, he still loved it a lot.
They stay a few more minutes like this, until Jungkook presses the palm of his hand against Taehyung’s bulge, making him hiss at the stimulation. It’s true that he has been hard for a long time now, watching and pleasuring Jungkook was his main priority.
Jungkook stands up to pull Taehyung’s pants and underwear down, with his help, leaving them to pool at his ankles, before straddling him again. He wraps his hand around his cock, slowly pumping it up and down to release some of his frustration. He leans down to catch Taehyung’s lips in a bruising kiss. Kisses have always been Jungkook’s favorite interaction, only with Taehyung of course. But if he could kiss him all day, he honestly would. Everytime they were close, touching, fucking, cuddling (which doesn’t happen a lot), anything, he felt the need to kiss him, to feel him even closer.
He pushes his thumb against the slit, making Taehyung’s hips buck up at the feeling, Jungkook chuckling as he almost fell from his lap because he wasn’t correctly positioned. He lifts himself up to align Taehyung’s cock to his hole when Taehyung stops him. He uses his feet on the ground to make the chair roll closer to the desk, grabbing the discarded bottle of lube. He glances teasingly at Jungkook, pouring a generous amount on his hand, before coating his member with it, letting the bottle fall to the floor. He then helps Jungkook lift his hips up and slide down on Taehyung’s cock, moaning at the feeling of finally being full. His cock was resting, half hard, between their chests, knowing it would grow harder once they start fucking. He moans again when he finally bottoms, the back of his thighs pressed to Taehyung’s thighs. He doesn’t move for a moment, stretched hole adjusting to Taehyung’s size, mouth lazily connected with Taehyung’s in a heated kiss, lips perfectly moving against his.
He feels Taehyung’s hands on his hips, bringing him closer and making him move at the same time. This has Jungkook starting to lift his hips up, tip of the elder’s cock catching on his rim, before he goes down again, slowly setting up a pace. As he starts moving faster, he feels the lube inside him start to burn. But it burns so good he can only moan, thighs starting to tremble as he speeds up. He’s panting against Taehyung’s mouth, unable to kiss him he just brushes his lips against his before Taehyung moves to mouth at his jaw, nibbling on the skin, before trailing his tongue down his neck. He bites and sucks the flesh of his neck, making purple bruises bloom, a smile appearing on his lips at the sight.
“Slowing down?” Taehyung asks when he realizes Jungkook’s pace had slowed down.
“H-Hurts.”
“Where?”
“My thighs.” He whines as he comes to a stop, fully seated on Taehyung’s lap.
“I thought you wanted it bad? Thought you wanted me to fuck you?”
“Exactly, I wanted /you/ to fuck me. I’m doing everything here,” He pouts as he plays with the back of Taehyung’s hair.
“If you want something, you gotta work for it baby. Don't want you to be a spoiled brat.” He smirks.
“I did.” He whines, letting his chest fall against Taehyung’s. “I’m too tired.”
“Then maybe you don’t deserve my cock, huh?” He mumbles and Jungkook feels the vibration against his chest. “Stand up.”
Jungkook lifts his head up, looking at Taehyung. He straightens the top of his body, before standing up and his shaky legs.
“Turn around.” He says and Jungkook does, turning around, his back facing Taehyung. “Bend over.”
He bends over the desk once again, jolting when he feels Taehyung’s hands back on his hips. His arms are propped up on the desk, legs feeling like jelly. Jungkook waits, apprehending what Taehyung was going to do. Until he feels it. Warm breath, wet tongue against his ass, biting into one of his asscheeks, making Jungkook scream, barely muffled as he had not expected it. He then feels a tiny slap on his thigh.
“Quiet baby, you don’t want daddy to see you like this, do you ?” He asks and Jungkook vividly shakes his head, hiding his face between his arms, mouth against his arm to avoid making any more sounds.
He then feels a finger circling his rim and a tongue licking over it, making his legs almost give up on him.
“Ah~ H-Hyungie” He mutters from where his head was hiding. He wiggles his ass, trying to move away but also trying to push against the finger and the mouth at the same time. “P-Please, I want you to fuck me.”
“Does brat deserve it ?”
Jungkook nods, whining when his hard cock brushes against the cold desk.
“I don’t think so.” He says, blowing on his clenching hole. “But I guess I’m feeling nice enough for today.”
Jungkook misses his warmth when he rolls away, before he hears him standing up and approaching him. Taehyung’s hands are back on his hips, before moving lower to cup his ass. He pulls the cheeks apart, watching how Jungkook’s hole reacts to his touches. He aligns his cock to his entrance again, slightly pushing inside, watching the skin stretch around his tip, before pulling out. Something Taehyung loves, maybe even more than being mean, is teasing. Especially teasing Jungkook, because his reactions were immediate and he loves how whiny he becomes.
So he teases him like this a bit longer, before he also gets tired and bottoms out in one go, making himself groan and Jungkook moan. He instantly sets up a fast pace, hands still on Jungkook’s ass, groping the flesh. The new position offers a new angle that makes Jungkook go crazy. His eyes roll back, as he bites his lips, trying to not make any loud sound.
“O-Oh- Tae-” Jungkook quickly feels overwhelmed again, cock twitching back to life from where it’s stuck between Jungkook’s abdomen and the desk. “Missed this.”
“Fuck baby, you’re still so tight even after my fingers.” Taehyung groans as he gives one hard thrust, Jungkook arching his back and tilting his pelvis to take Taehyung as deep as he can. “Feels so good, Kook. So good, baby.”
Jungkook’s hips are flushed against the desk, moving with Taehyung’s forceful thrusts, hips picking up the rhythm until he’s pushing back to shove Taehyung’s cock into himself. Taehyung’s thighs slapping against Jungkook’s ass, the impact pushing it up with a jiggle and a bounce everytime Taehyung bottoms out.
“Shit.” Taehyung pants, voice unsteady as he grunts in time with his brutal pace, the bruising power with which he slams in. “Taking me so well.”
He leans forwards, crowds over Jungkook’s body and wraps his hand around Jungkook’s neck, slightly pulling him backwards. Jungkook chokes. White spots dancing across his eyes as his breath gets cut short. “T-Tae.”
“Baby.” He groans. He loosens the grip but doesn’t let go.
Jungkook whines, half out of pain and half out of pleasure because he likes it. The pull. The pressure. The control Taehyung has over him. “Keep going. F-Fuck me. Faster.”
Taehyung curses. Pushes in deep, the delicious drag of his cock making Jungkook whine. It has him seeing stars, legs spreading wider as if it could make him take Taehyung even deeper.
“Look so good like this.” Taehyung pants against Jungkook’s sweat-slick skin. “All for me.”
“O-Oh, Tae. Oh my-” Lube sliding down his taint, down his balls, down his thighs, cock hard and rubbing against the cold hard desk, Jungkook is shaking. He’s no stranger to getting fucked, but he’s never been fucked like this.
Jungkook pushes himself up, straightens his back, elbows on the desk, and he looks back. He meets Taehyung’s gaze as he continues thrusting in and he gulps because the sight is just breathtaking.
He whines, almost sobs when Taehyung’s cock hits his prostate again and again, having finally found the right position. Bolts of electricity rush through Jungkook’s body. “I-I’m gonna come.”
“Already ?” Taehyung teases, chuckling. “You just came.”
“Fuck you.” Jungkook groans, and that earns him a slap on the side of his ass, making him let out a loud whine.
Taehyung does his best to keep his hard and deep thrusts coming, two fingers sliding inside Jungkook’s mouth to shut him up. He knows how loud he can be when he comes.
“I-I’m-”
“Go on, baby.” Taehyung mutters through gritted teeth, hips slightly stuttering as Jungkook’s hole clenches hard around his cock, making him hiss.
“Oh god, oh Taehyung, I- Fuck.”
“I know.” Taehyung smirks, all confident.
Jungkook comes for the second time, hard. Loud moans breaking free from his throat, body shuddering, as he spurts thick white ropes all over himself and on the desk.
“So fucking hot, baby.”
Taehyung’s thrusts start to slow down, sign that he is close to his climax.
“I-Inside, Tae.”
“Think you deserve it ?”
Jungkook nods, humming. “Hm, I do, I-I do.”
“Don’t think you do.” Taehyung ends up saying, thrusts coming to a stop before he pulls out, leaving Jungkook empty and whining. “Come here.”
He sits back on the rolling chair, hand wrapped around his shaft, not moving, just staying there. Jungkook stands up and faces him, frowning. His face is flushed, sweat glistening all over his body, his mess still covering his stomach.
“On your knees.” Taehyung demands, head tilting towards his feet to accompany his words.
Jungkook obliges, so eager to obey and please him. He drops to his knees, hands instantly coming to rest on Taehyung’s knees.
“So eager to please, aren’t you ?” He asks, and Jungkook nods vividly. He moves his feet towards Jungkook’s flattened cock, hovering over it. Before he starts pressing on it, not too hard but enough for Jungkook to feel it. And his cock is still so sensitive from coming twice, twitching at the feeling. “Came twice already, what about me ?”
“You could have just come inside me as I asked you to.” Jungkook pouts. “Now I could just walk away without giving you what you want.”
“Brat.” He spits, pressing harder with his shoe. Jungkook chokes on his spit, clawing at Taehyung’s flesh. “You should put that mouth to good use, instead of running it.”
One of his hands runs through Jungkook’s hair, tightening his fist before pulling him closer until his mouth is only inches away from his cock.
“Be a good pup,” Taehyung says as he forces him to look up into his eyes. “Will you, baby ?”
Jungkook nods, tears prickling in his eyes from the pull on his hair, mouth falling open and tongue hanging out.
“Good pup,” Taehyung says, and Jungkook moans at the praise and the pet name, because damn, finally. “You like it ? Like when I praise you, huh ?”
His other hand guides his cock to Jungkook’s mouth, slapping it a few times against his tongue as Jungkook nods.
“I’ll do it again. But you have to deserve it.”
Jungkook chooses this moment to wrap his lips around the tip of Taehyung’s cock, gently sucking on it before lowering his mouth on it, taking his cock deep, widening his throat to take it even deeper.
“God-” The elder groans, hand still pulling at Jungkook’s hair, almost imposing his own pace. “Taking my cock so well, aren’t you ?”
The squelching sound is almost obscene, between the lube and Jungkook’s spit. It is making Taehyung crazy. He still couldn’t believe he had such a pretty boy on his knees before him. He was taking him so well, so deep and so tight. His throat clenching around his cock every time Jungkook swallows around him, teeth sometimes scraping along his dick, making him hiss, but nothing that really hurts him.
“Doing so well.” Taehyung moans when Jungkook takes him deeper, and feels himself close again. He almost tips over the edge when he feels a hand fondling his balls, and Jungkook hollows his cheeks, tongue wrapping around the tip.
When Taehyung feels his lower stomach tightening under the pleasure, his hips accidentally rock up making Jungkook choke on his cock and tear up.
“Sorry.” Taehyung breaths out, loosening his grip on Jungkook’s hair but not removing his hand. He was so close.
Jungkook moves back for a few seconds to catch his breath, hand working actively on Taehyung’s cock, stroking him as fast as he can, loving the groans he gets from him.
“So good,” The elder groans, “You’re so good.”
That’s all it takes for Jungkook to redouble his efforts and wraps his mouth around his cock again.
“Want me to come in your mouth ?” Taehyung asks, Jungkook shakes his head.
“W-Want it on my face.” He shamelessly says after removing his mouth. He straightens himself on his knees as Taehyung stands up, hand wrapped around his cock. Jungkook quickly replaces Taehyung’s hand with his own, starting to stroke his cock again, quickly.
Jungkook remains on his knees, face tilted towards Taehyung, mouth opens with his tongue out.
“Ngh- So dirty baby.” Taehyung groans, tucking Jungkook’s hair behind his ear. “So so pretty, Kook.”
Jungkook whines at the praise, stroking faster until he sees Taehyung’s features tense. The first spurt of white takes him by surprise, making him jump as it lands over his face, he also gets some in his mouth, on his neck and in his hair. Taehyung’s cock twitches with the last spurt of thick white rope.
“Fuck.” He pants, staring at Jungkook’s face, loving the view. He gulps when he sees Jungkook gathering the cum on his face with his fingers before licking and sucking them.
“Come here.” He says, helping Jungkook stand up before pulling him in an intense kiss, slowly coming down from his climax. “You’re so good- Did so good.” He whispers against his lips, brushing Jungkook’s long hair back to see his face properly.
“Your hair is a mess.” He chuckles and Jungkook whines, because he can imagine how he must look right now.
“I really need a shower now,” Jungkook grimaces, only feeling how sticky he is now. His skin is glistening with sweat, and he knows he certainly still has cum on his face.
“You do.” Taehyung laughs. “But I like seeing you like this. My messy baby.”
My messy baby.
“Your messy baby.” Jungkook mutters, a pout obvious on his mouth as he reaches to kiss Taehyung again.
When they finally part, Jungkook retrieves his discarded panties and pants on the floor, putting them back on as Taehyung watches him.
“Where’s my shirt ?” He asks, looking around him.
“Over there.” Taehyung chuckles, pointing towards the floor where the shirt was. “Wanna stay a little longer ?”
“Who’s clingy now ?” Jungkook laughs, “I can’t, I have to be home before my dad. I was supposed to be home like an hour ago, you know.”
“Not my fault you wanted my cock.” He shoots and Jungkook whines, putting his shirt back on.
“Don’t say it like that.”
“How am I supposed to say it ?”
“You can say that… I wanted to spend… Quality time with you.” Jungkook blushes.
“Quality time ?” He asks, snickering. “Wanna have more quality time with you then.”
Jungkook playfully hits him, before picking his jacket up and checking the time on his phone. “Shit, i really need to go now.”
“Alright baby.” Taehyung says.
“Do I look alright ?” Jungkook asks, ruffling his hair and adjusting his clothes.
“You do. You look amazing.” He compliments, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist.
Jungkook doesn’t know what was up with Taehyung today, how clingy and somewhat affectionate he was, but he didn’t mind. He really didn’t.
“Send pictures when you’re in the shower.” He smirks and Jungkook blushes again.
“Pervert.”
“You love it.”
“I do.” Jungkook sighs, kissing Taehyung one last time before walking to the door. He unlocks it and makes sure his dad isn’t near. He quickly turns around to face Taehyung, waving, almost looking shy. “Good night.”
“Good night, Kook.” Taehyung smiles, “Text me, alright ?”
Jungkook nods, before disappearing behind the door.
And as he walks inside the elevator, pressing the last button to go down, Jungkook starts to think. He thinks that, yes, he might just be utterly deeply madly in love with Kim Taehyung, his dad’s best friend.