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TaeKook - Little

Summary:

Being little isn't easy, but being a little with a hard-on is even more difficult.

daddy!taehyung
little¡jungkook

Let's go:

Jungkook's been acting strange the past hour or so. He was either sitting with his legs pressed against his body or just laying somewhere with his stomach facing downwards. Also, he only changed positions when his daddy Taehyung wasn't with him. His face is a bright shade of pink and his eyes seem to be even bigger than usual, which makes him look kind of frightened. When his boyfriend looks at him, he seems to be too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

Taehyung tried to play with the little a bit but Jungkook never wanted to, which is pretty weird for him. He didn't even want to leave his place when Taehyung had his favorite cookies and his beloved banana milk.

"Kookie, what's up?" Taehyung asks softly as he sits down beside him on the couch, brushing his hand through the younger's soft, brown hair.

"Does something hurt?"

The little just shakes his head, still not looking into the other's eyes. Jungkook's legs are still pressed tightly against his body with his arms wrapped around them.

"Why don't you talk to me, baby? Did I do something wrong?" The younger boy looks up at Taehyung and shakes his head furiously, not wanting his daddy to think something that isn't true. "Then what's the problem? You know that I can't help you when I don't even know what's wrong."

"But daddy," Jungkook whines, pressing his legs harder against his chest and looking at the elder with tears brimming in the corners of his eyes.

"Come here, little one," the older demands softly, patting his lap. Jungkook just shakes his head carefully and avoids looking into Taehyung's eyes, suddenly thinking the carpet is pretty interesting. "Jungkook," Taehyung starts again, "Tell me what's wrong and I promise I'll help you." The older turns more towards Jungkook and softly lays his hand on his knee so the younger isn't that scared of opening up to his boyfriend.

"It's embarrassing, daddy."

"You don't need to be embarrassed, prince. I won't laugh, okay?"

Jungkook looks up with his big doe eyes, asking, "You really won't laugh?"

"I won't, Jungkookie," Taehyung smiles reassuringly.

The younger looks down at the floor again before slowly letting go of his legs and stretching them out. His cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as he buries his face in his hands.

"Oh baby boy, that's nothing to be embarrassed about," Taehyung reassures, pulling Jungkook's hands off of his face. He leans in so he can kiss the younger's nose, making him giggle a little. "I'll help you, baby."

The elder pulls Jungkook up and places him on his lap sideways, moving his big hand in circling motions over the small of the younger's back.

"Good boy," Taehyung praises, as Jungkook seemingly relaxes. He brushes his fingers over the littles bulge, making him whimper.

Jungkook screws his eyes shut and wants to tell Taehyung to never touch him there again because it hurts since he has that hard-on for quite some time now.

"Don't worry, baby boy, it won't hurt for long," Taehyung says as he opens the younger's pants, pulling out his hardened cock. "Just relax, okay?"

"Okay, daddy," the little replies, leaning against his daddy and tightly grabbing onto one of his shoulders with one hand while pressing the other against his mouth to keep all those weird noises from slipping.

Taehyung lets go of Jungkook's penis so he can take his hand away from his face. "I wanna hear your beautiful voice," he says lovingly, before pulling Jungkook up again and making him stand in front of the couch they were sitting on. Carefully Taehyung pulls his little's pants and boxers down, telling him how pretty he is.

"Mhh, baby boy, you look so beautiful," the elder coos, tracing his hands along the younger's body. Bringing his hands up under Jungkook's T-shirt, Taehyung pulls it over his head. "Such a pretty boy I have here."

Pulling the little closer, the caregiver tells him to sit down on his lap again. The younger boy does as asked and climbs onto his lap, facing him.

"And now just relax, okay, my little prince?"

Jungkook nods softly, tilting his head to the side as he feels his caregiver kissing his neck. Giving the elder more space, the younger wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him as close as possible.

Slowly the older of them traces his hands over the littles body, down to his thighs and back up to his chest. After a while, he stops caressing him and places one hand on the small of Jungkook's back to steady him and the other slowly slides down to his length. Taehyung also stops kissing Jungkook's neck and plants a small peck on his lips as he starts to move his hand up and down his shaft.

"Hng, hm," the little keeps letting small sounds slip from his pretty, pink lips, as he begins to slowly rock his hips in the rhythm to the movements of the other's hand. "Ah-ahh, daddy~"

"Baby boy, you're doing so good," Taehyung praises every now and then, making the other moan each time.

While pleasuring his baby, Taehyung can't change the fact that he's getting hard himself.

Jungkook can't help but moan loudly when his daddy starts to paint his chest in dark hickeys. He sure likes what he's receiving but it's too much to take when he's in his headspace. His orgasm is nearing by every thrust his caregiver does with his hand, by every hickey his daddy sucks on his body, and by every kiss he receives from his boyfriend.

"Daddy-Da-Daddy, too much - haa, mh - I'm c-close. So close, daddy!" he exclaims, trying to hold in his moans so Taehyung understands him.

Letting go of the younger's flesh, Taehyung leans to Jungkook's ear. "Just let it out, baby. Go ahead," the elder whispers lowly, bringing the little over the edge with just his voice.

A few seconds go by in which Jungkook cums all over Taehyung, making a sticky, white mess on his T-shirt. Taehyung, however, doesn't care about that too much, he can wash his clothes later. For now, he just thinks about putting his worn-out and tired baby boy to bed, and getting rid of the tent in his own jeans afterward.