Genre: Smut, Nipple Play, Daddy Kink, Top Jungkook
Requested by: @Taekook_1820 (A/N: Go follow this account. And I'm so sorry this took so long.)
Too Hot (Your Touch Is Like Fire)
Jeon Jungkook groaned quietly at the thought of his husband a sweaty, horny, whimpering mess underneath him, begging to be pleased until he reached his own Nirvana. His stomach clenched as he felt his pants tighten and he jutted hips forwards against the body in front of him, before he realized what was going on, and quickly snapped back into reality. He felt the mint colored haired male jerk his hips back against him, making Jungkook clear his throat loudly as he twisted the younger male's arm higher up his back, pinning him against his car.
"Sir, Mr. Min, with all due respect, if you don't follow the rules I'm going to have to have you punished for your wrongdoings. Do you understand me young man?"
He heard the other's raspy chuckle, as the mint haired boy turned to face him; and before he knew what was to be expected the boy grabbed Jungkook by the collar, yanking him forwards quickly until their faces were so close that if Jungkook turned his head, their lips would've connected. "Maybe I want to be punished . . . Daddy."
"Just get in the damn car, goddamit."
"Yes, Officer Jeon." And Yoongi was smiling, smelling like he's been on drugs for a whole of three years straight, non stop. He probably had. It made Jungkook wonder where the kid's parents were, if he had any.
"You're a kinky one aren't you?" The younger asked once Jeon Jungkook climbed into the car, and started the engine. "I felt you hard for me, you know."
Jungkook didn't reply in any way- trying to ignore the handcuffed stoned teenager giggling in the back of his car (and also the current boner he had thanks to the unhelpful way Min Yoongi's body language reminded the cop of his detective husband), as he spent off down the street towards his destination of the police station.
"You know . . . my fuck buddy Jung Hoseok dared me to dress up for you." The mint haired boy giggled. "Guess what I'm wearing?" Yoongi whispered through the bars separating the two apart. Jeon Jungkook saw Min Yoongi tilt his head up to show of the black choker on his neck with a simple metal silver circle dangling down his neck before leaning forwards again.
"I got the chocker from Hoseok-ah. And the lingerie I got from Seokjin hyung since he works at Victoria's Secret. Just. For. You, Officer Jeon."
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"You really have no idea how much trouble you've put me through today, honey." Jungkook groaned as he pulled his husbands's shirt over his head throwing it back and moving back to place kisses all over the brunette's neck.
"Really . . . ?" Taehyung mused, sounding proud (of course he was), as he carded his hands through Jungkook's hair. "What happened. Tell me. Every single little thing."
And Jeon Jungkook did. He rambled on to tell him about his rough day at work, continuing to even talk about Min Yoongi- an under aged teen getting high and attempting to seduce Jungkook into letting the younger into his pants. He told his husband about the fact that it almost worked because he was already hard thinking about Taehyung in countless amouts of sexual scenarios, and also because the teen reminded Jungkook so much of highschool student Kim Taehyung, who (back then) was just a mere highschool crush of Jungkook's. After Jungkook finished rambling, Taehyung giggled and placed a kiss to his husband's cheek. "You did have a rough day, didn't you? Care to let me help?"
"Please . . . " The younger whispered. Jungkooks eyes met with his husband's, their faces only inches apart and Jungkook released a small whine. And then it was clear once again. Taehyung was in control just as much as his husband Jungkook. He pushed Jungkook onto his back, hands roaming all over the younger's body, as he trailed kissed from Jungkook's lips; along his jawline; down his neck, passed his collarbone; and finally latched onto one of his nipples, his hand playing with the other. Jungkook's back arched off the matress as he groaned heavily, one hand fisting the sheets, the other gently stroking Taehyung's soft brown curls of hair.
"It's okay Jungkook-ah. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Taehyung then guided himself above Jungkook's erection.
Jungkook's hands flew up to Taehyung's sides, gripping harsly, in an attempt to stop him. "N-no, T-Taehyung. Prep first--"
Taehyung cut Jungkook off by sinking himself own onto the younger's lap all in one go, making Jungkook groan loudly. "I-- kind of already did that myself, thanks."
"Oh my god, Taehyung. You want me to die this early in my life?"
"Oh, shut up. You're turning 24 in a few months. You're not that young anymore."
"Not like you're any younger than I am." Jungkook smirked, making Taehyung playfully slap his bicep.
"Oh, quiet you. I'm only 27."
"Yeah, great, congratulations to you. Now can you move?" Taehyung nods silently, lifting himself up and dropping back down in one swift move.
"Man, you're huge. It's been way too long. Is this what that one song meant by the term 'fat dicking?'"
"Shut up . . . " Jungkook groaned, feeling his skin heat up.
