✫𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬✫ [𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 - ♡︎

A/N: Sooooooo . . . hi? I'm writing this in history class, so let's see how this goes :)
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-𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒-

Jungkook skipped through the kitchen and up the stairs to his room, he let his body fall on his bed in a tired manner- after a long day of just work . . . Jungkook didn't even feel like moving a muscle.

But he knew that his husband would be home in an hour or so and he probably would be more tired than him.

With all the strength he had left in his body he got up and walked to his closet, it was relatively warm today so Jungkook decided to show a bit more skin that he normally would.

He put on the pink silk top as well as the pink silk booty shorts, he stared at himself in the mirror.

He looked so pretty . . .

So pretty for Taehyung-

He made his way down to kitchen-

Him and Taehyung had been married for like a year or two? Jungkook couldn't even remember at this point . . .

They had an arrange marriage, Jungkook at first was awfully shy at the start. The poor boy couldn't even make eye contact with his own husband.

But like soon got easier after they both confessed to each other.

The occasional date, or kiss.

Taehyung was obsessed with cuddling with Jungkook, he would do it every night without a doubt. Although it was nice being squished into Taehyung.

Jungkook wanted more-

He was so touch starved, he really wanted Taehyung to fuck the living hell out of him. But Taehyung couldn't- he was too soft for that.

And Jungkook- although may seem like an innocent bunny . . . he was anything but that-

His extreme kinks-

But what could Jungkook possibly do?

Nothing much, was the answer.

Jungkook paced through the kitchen as he looked for things, cooking was not really his thing but when Taehyung would smile and compliment Jungkook's cooking-

It just bought butterflies to his stomach.

His back was turned as he was cutting a cucumber, he flinched a bit when he felt two arms being wrapped around his small waist.

Taehyung's deep voice spoke out which made Jungkook's legs feel weak, "How's my baby doing?" He said as his voice vibrated on his neck.

His lips were so close to neck, he could feel his warm breathe which made Jungkook's whole body tingle. Jungkook couldn't even process what Taehyung was saying.

"N-nothing much- just cooking," Jungkook said, as he tried to ignore the hand that was slowly caressing his stomach- it just made Jungkook feel all types of emotions.

Taehyung hummed before squeezing Jungkook tighter- his body pressed against the others back. Conveniently, Jungkook's ass was pressed right onto Taehyung's dick making him whine a bit.

And that's when Jungkook halted-

Taehyung's hand traced down from his waist all the way down to thigh, Taehyung's warm hand squeezed Jungkook's thigh making him moan.

"T-Tae," Jungkook said, gripping onto the kitchen counter.

"Sorry- I shouldn't," Taehyung said, he gently kissed onto his neck before letting Jungkook out of his grip- but Jungkook wasn't gonna let Taehyung go.