taekook || Forgive Daddy || ©silktae || ao3
warning: boy x boy || daddy kink
top: jungkook
power bottom: taehyung
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Jungkook was exhausted. Running a mob had the tendency to raise his blood pressure. Useless men who couldn't follow instruction, his prostitutes not pulling enough traffic in, their numbers were lowering. Even their drug transports - everything was going to shit this week. Because of it, he was extra hard on his men, fear flew through their premises and onto the other mobs. The respect that Jeon Jungkook had in the streets of Seoul was rather ridiculous. The fear he caused through Seoul even more. His empire is extremely high class and has a had a lot of wars to get to where it is today. A soul wouldn't dare challenge him, being that he was rather reckless without weakness.
Well, maybe one. Kim Taehyung. He hates it.
Hates how Taehyung has him hooked around his finger. How comfortable he gets spilling anything and everything to the boy. It was annoying just how every molecule of his perfection takes away all of his 'fuck you - I do what the fuck I want to' attitude.
He convinces himself every day that he's not slipping. That he's still very much in control of emotions, his feelings. But he and everyone around him knows that's the joke of the year. Especially when Jungkook is currently speeding down the highway to get home to his boyfriend from his long night at work. It wasn't until he'd done all he needed to do and then some at work, that he realised he was late. You see, him and Taehyung had plans tonight. Jungkook assured him he'd be with him and yet here he is, running hours late. The trouble he was gonna get into when he got home made his throat dry. He left several calls, trying to get a hold of the boy, but he didn't pick up once. He definitely fucked up big.
After what felt like a decade he reached, locking the car and bolting up the penthouse complex. He was so hot in his suit; he couldn't wait to just settle. With his boyfriend, of course.
'Babe?'
The complex was dark, only a few lamps lit. He laid his keys down as he looked over to his right.
Fuck.
He really did fuck up. Bad.
On the table presented a dinner for two - Jungkook's favourite. The fact that Tae cooked made him feel even worse. Taehyung always put extra time and effort when it came to his cooking. He loved watching him cook, amazed at how each dish seems better than the last.
'You have to make it with love baby. It's the only way to keep them coming back for more.' Tae would always tell him, pinching Gukkie's cheeks, his mouth full of his food.
'Baby.' Guk made his shameful way to the bedroom, walking down the hallway. Tae lit candles down the side tables, it was beautiful...the whole aura of the place. Tae always managed to make the house feel like home. Wherever that was for Jungkook.
He made it to the bedroom where he would immediately wish he could reverse time and make this a night to remember for Taehyung. He was laid on the bed, on his side. His body curving at the perfect S shape, god, his curves were sinful. Jungkook's heart collapsed at the sight of what he was wearing. Tae had on thigh highs, something Guk always begged him to try, being that he thought they would show off his legs and ass perfectly - he was right. His red lace panties were barely there, his ass swallowing up the thong so good, Guk couldn't describe how juicy it looked. He had a playful lace choker too, also red. Guk was breathing heavier now and he hadn't even seen the front of him.
'Baby...' he whined, at how fucking disrespectful he looked, remorsefully taking off his blazer and crawling over to him on the bed. The fact that he was still ignoring him indicated to Jungkook that there was no saving him tonight. This wasn't the first time and he needed to do better if he didn't wanna lose him.
