My Gift To You - TaeKook Littlespace Drabble
(Source - jktaes)
Request from waniey87 on AO3: “I have request for you author-nim~
-Based on the RUN!BTS episode 86 where Kookie felt a lil bit upset because Tae only gifted him the set of his merchandise while the other maknae line got the best gifts. Tae felt so guilty as he decided to give his baby the most beautiful gift that Kookie can't imagine before. Dom!Tae, sub!Kook”
A/N: ooh I love it! Hope you like what I did with your request and thank you so much for requesting! Also, this kind of got away from me in terms of length. Oh well.
Pairing: Little!Jungkook X Caregiver!Taehyung
Rating: M
Words: 6998
Fluff, smut, sexual spanking, light bondage (very light)
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Jungkook wasn't pouting. He wasn't.
Okay, maybe he was, but it was definitely warranted.
The day at the water park was the most fun he'd had in a while. It was a nice break after BTS’ last few months of non-stop promoting and touring. He enjoyed being able to try something new and more than that, he liked spending time with his hyungs like this.
At the end of the night, after they'd had a filling dinner, they all sat in front of the camera and began to hand out their manito gifts.
Now, something people didn’t know about Jungkook was that he absolutely loved getting presents. When he was younger, he was very ashamed of that little quirk of his as he knew that it was rather greedy to think that way. But as he got older and matured more with the guidance of his hyungs (mostly his boyfriend Taehyung) he learned that it was okay to be a bit selfish sometimes, as long as he didn’t let it take him over completely. He knew it would never go that far - he simply liked being surprised with a gift. And the price of the gift didn’t matter to him - like they say, it’s the thought that counts.
Perhaps it stemmed from his little side, or maybe it was just something Jungkook, but he just liked receiving things picked specifically for him. It made him feel loved and cared for.
So, to say that he was ecstatic for this night would be an understatement. Jungkook was practically squirming in his seat with enthusiasm. He had thought a lot about the gift he was giving to Hoseok, his manito, and he couldn’t wait to see what he was going to receive himself.
Yoongi was up first, as he had accidentally spoiled his manito as Jin a few moments earlier. He grabbed a rather large bag and handed it over to the oldest Bangtan member with a nonchalant expression on his face.
“It’s so big!” Jungkook couldn’t help but exclaim as he eyed the large gift bag with big bunny eyes. He shook his head to regain himself, realizing that he was getting too excited and became to close to slipping into littlespace.
Jin pulled out a wrapped rectangle, still rather large, and began untying the ribbon around it. When his eyes met the contents of his gift, the oldest hung his head and shook it with a laugh. He turned it around so everyone could see, and they were met with various objects covered in Yoongi’s face and name.
Everyone let out a laugh as Yoongi sat smugly in his chair, “Suga goods!” he exclaimed.
The gag gifts were a long-running prank, so no one was that surprised that Yoongi gave something like this.
Jin rolled his eyes at him but accepted the presents.
“You can stare at Suga-hyung’s face whenever you play games, hyung!” Jungkook teased, rousing another round of laughter from the gang. “Who is next?” Jungkook continued, eager to get on to the next gift now that they knew this one was just a joke. He was almost bouncing in his seat, and his hands were so fidgety that he had to stick them underneath his thighs to keep them still.
The director announced that it would be Jin’s turn and the oldest immediately began going on about how his gift was going to be the best gift out of all of them.
When Jin went to grab his gift and carried it back with a giant smile spread over his face, Jungkook began fidgeting in his seat again, even with his hands trapped under his thighs. He was just too excited. Was this gift for him?
Jin looked over them all dramatically before locking eyes with Jimin. He smiled and began walking towards him with a call of his name, only to change his course at the last moment and end up standing in front of Namjoon.
Namjoon took the bag and laughed at Jimin’s stunned expression. He looked like he couldn’t believe he was completely betrayed by his hyung - it was hilarious.
The leader tore into the package and turned to look at the oldest with a pointedly bored expression once he saw what was inside. He opened it all the way and showed off his new RJ phone case to the camera and the group.
The whole group laughed again, a little more surprised that more than one member decided to give a gag gift.
Namjoon also got a custom made Kore keychain which he did actually like - the other members knew that it meant something between the two of them.
When the director announced that it was time for Taehyung to give his manito gift, Jungkook's full focus was on him. He watched his boyfriend curiously as he grabbed a package and turned back to the boys. Taehyung started towards a curious Hoseok, but Jungkook knew that Hoseok wasn’t Taehyung’s manito because the dance leader was his.
Taehyung turned at the last second and held out the wrapped gift with a smile to Jungkook himself.
The maknae's eyes widened in excitement and a happy smile spread across his lips. So not only was he getting a gift today, but it was going to be one from his boyfriend too?
He was suddenly very thankful that the makeup noonas had dabbed on a bit of BB cream before filming, as it hid the blush rising to his cheeks.
Jungkook figured that if it were anyone else, Taehyung probably would have given them a gag gift, just like what Jin and Namjoon (kind of) had already received, but he knew his boyfriend wouldn't do that to him. Not when he knew the older never missed an opportunity to spoil his baby. Jungkook often joked that Taehyung had a kink for spoiling him.
Eagerly, Jungkook ripped open the package with childlike excitement and pulled out his gift, which was...fans that had Taehyung's face on it.
Outwardly, the maknae laughed (maybe a little too loudly) along with his hyungs, but on the inside, his heart sank. He was really excited to get a good gift from his boyfriend, but instead, he got another joke. He knew that he was being stupid but he’d really been looking forward to opening a genuine present.
At least he wasn't the only member to get a gag gift today.
Jungkook forced a big smile and played around with his presents, fanning himself with them and teasing the expressions on the fan-Taehyungs’ faces, but on the inside, he couldn’t help but feel a little let down.
The gift-giving continued, and when Jimin handed a bag to Taehyung with an eager smile on his face, the maknae knew that it was going to be an actual good gift this time.
And he was right, as Taehyung pulled out two black bear figurines, perfect for the song Taehyung planned to release in a few months called Winter Bear. The second youngest thanked Jimin profusely as the others praised Jimin's kind gift. Jungkook sat quietly in his chair, a fake smile carefully painted on his face just in case the cameras panned over him.
Jungkook tried to forget about it. He really was just being stupid.
Maybe he was just more sensitive since he hadn’t had the chance to slip in weeks. Or was it months?
He got a little more genuinely excited when it was his turn to give his manito gift. He followed some of the others' leads and faked giving Jimin the bag (Jimin's annoyed shouts and pouting were just too funny not to) before handing it to Hoseok.
The lead dancer looked surprised but eagerly accepted the bag from Jungkook's hands. He opened it up and admired the gift inside - film cameras. It was something that Hoesok had mentioned he’d been interested in getting a few months ago, and Jungkook remembered it once his manito was chosen.
“Thank you so much, Kookie, this is so sweet!” his hyung said, looking touched by the maknae’s gift. He pulled the younger into a quick hug, which made the maknae feel better about the whole night.
Hoseok got up to grab his gift and handed it to Jimin (Jungkook giggled at the quiet “finally” Jimin whispered under his breath). The dance leader sat back down in his chair, but he was leaning forward with anticipation for the present opening.
Jimin tore into it and pulled out a one of a kind CD of his song Promise, including the picture of Jimin at a lake on the front for his album art. It was so well put together that Jimin had to hold back some tears. “Thanks, hyung! I love it so much!” he exclaimed.
They wrapped up the recording, going around for a few more minutes afterward to thank each other for the presents.
The cameras turned off for the night not long after, and once they’d said their thanks and goodbyes to the staff, they split up into two vans to head back to the dorms (Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook in one, and Jin, Jimin and Hoseok in the other). Jungkook couldn't help but feel like the night was a bit unfair. He tried not to feel bitter about it because it really was just so stupid, but he was.
He'd worked so hard on his gift for Hoseok, but the gift he had received himself, from his own boyfriend, was a gag gift. The other two members of maknae line got amazing gifts as well, and maybe it shouldn’t have been a big deal, but for some reason, Jungkook just couldn’t get over it.
He wasn’t usually so ridiculously selfish about something so small in the grand scheme of things.
Taehyung noticed his boyfriend's pout and set a hand on his thigh, leaning in from his spot beside him in the van. “Is everything alright, Kook?” he asked softly, so only the younger would hear.
And Jungkook...well, Jungkook just felt so disappointed. He was slipping quickly into littlespace, and his thoughts about the events of the night didn’t help. “T-TaeTae got Kookie silly gift. Kookie sad.”
The older was momentarily shocked at the sudden slip into headspace, but he took it in stride, scooting closer to the younger. He wrapped an arm around him and pulled him in close. “Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't know you would be so upset about it,” he expressed remorsefully.
Jungkook turned away from him, facing the window, and bit his lip in an attempt to keep himself from crying. Now that he had slipped, all he wanted was his Lightning McQueen blanket and his dog plushie named Cinnamon. Instead, he had to settle for gripping the extra-long sleeves of his hoodie in his hands.
In the reflection of the window, Jungkook watched Taehyung purse his lips. He saw his hyung glance towards the front of the van - where Namjoon and Yoongi had both slipped on some headphones - before he leaned back into Jungkook once more. The younger startled a bit at the feeling of warm breath on his ear and his hyung pressing more firmly into his side.
“I have a real gift for you, baby,” he admitted, voice lowering an octave.
That got Jungkook's attention.
The little turned back to the older with wide, curious eyes. “D-Daddy has 'nother present for Kookie?”
Taehyung smiled fondly back at him and lifted a hand to run it through the maknae's growing locks, “Yeah, little one,” he replied, his deep baritone sending a wave of calm over Jungkook. “I have a much better gift for you back at home.”
“Why did Daddy give a silly gift then?” the younger asked, lips pouted and eyebrows furrowed in an adorably confused expression.
Taehyung's smile turned into a darker kind of smirk then, and it made the little's breath catch in his throat. His hyung leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek before whispering, “My real gift isn't exactly appropriate to give my baby in front of everyone.”
Jungkook blushed harshly, and this time there was no BB cream to hide it. He felt a tug in his lower abdomen and involuntarily began squirming in his seat at the implications of the older’s words. “D-Daddy,” he whimpered, his cock plumping up in his sweatpants.
The older placated him by placing multiple kisses all over his face, “When we get home, little one, Daddy wants to give you something special. How does that sound?” Jungkook nodded a little too eagerly, causing his hyung to chuckle at him. “Good boy.”
There was still a thirty-minute drive until they reached their dorms. To Jungkook, it felt like forever. Namjoon and Yoongi had both long since fallen asleep with their headphones on in the middle seats.
Taehyung bit his lip to hide a smirk before deciding to tease the little a bit. He placed his large hand on Jungkook’s knee, nothing too out of the ordinary. But then, he smoothed his hand up the younger’s thigh, tightening his grip around it when he got to the meatiest part right near his crotch.
Jungkook was sitting stock still, hands quivering at his sides, unsure what they were supposed to do. “D-Daddy...” he stuttered quietly as his cheeks stained a pretty pink color.
The older leaned over to him once more, resting his chin on the little’s shoulder. “No cumming until I say, alright baby?”
Jungkook gulped and nodded shakily. He always got so easily overwhelmed by dirty talk, especially in littlespace. Taehyung may or may not love taking advantage of that.
The hand on the younger’s thigh stretched higher and higher, slipping between his legs but touching only the insides of his thighs. He was avoiding his clothed cock purposefully, much to Jungkook’s frustration.
The little began squirming in his seat, unable to keep still with all the feelings overflowing from his body. He whined a bit and made to grab at the older’s wrist - not to hold him back, but just for something to hold onto, something to keep him grounded.
Taehyung gave another quick glance to the front of the vehicle before he slipped a hand into the front of the maknae’s sweatpants. He cupped the younger’s hardening erection with his large hand and began massaging it in slow circles with his palm.
Jungkook held back a moan at the sensations of pleasure, not wanting anyone else in the vehicle to be alerted to what was happening in the back seat. His grip faltered where it had moved up to Taehyung’s forearm, feeling the muscles rumbling under the skin there as his hyung gave a few skilled tugs to his cock.
The younger, especially in littlespace, was very easy to rile up. There were times that Taehyung could make him cum with just his mouth on his, their bodies just barely touching. So the firm, calculated touches to his dick brought Jungkook to the edge unsurprisingly quickly.
Taehyung spread the maknae’s dripping precum up and down his shaft to make the slide easier. He pressed his lips against the younger’s neck just so Jungkook could feel the vibrations when he hummed approvingly. “So hard already, huh? I’ve barely even touched you.”
Which - that was unfair because Taehyung’s hands were big and skilled and softly calloused in all the right places. And it was Taehyung touching him. How was Jungkook not supposed to cum all over the place in a few minutes?
Just as the maknae felt himself tipping over the edge, like falling off of a cliff, Taehyung circled his fingers almost painfully tight around the base of his dick. Consequently, Jungkook’s orgasm was dry, totally unfulfilling, and he was immediately craving more. Only a few weak spurts of cum managed their way out of his cock and stained the inside of his boxers.
“Daddy...” he whined, a little too loudly.
“Quiet,” Taehyung shushed him with a quieting noise as he removed his hand from Jungkook’s pants completely. He gave the younger a pointed look - a disappointed look - and the maknae hated that look. “I thought I told you not to cum.”
A wave of realization went over Jungkook like a bucket of ice-cold water.
Taehyung had asked him specifically not to cum and the little had become so immersed in his haze of pleasure that he had forgotten.
“Daddy!” he whimpered again, this time guiltily and definitely too loudly. The end of the name was muffled as Taehyung frantically threw a hand over the younger’s mouth.
Namjoon and Yoongi were still asleep, thankfully, and the manager driving them home was paying too close attention to the news segment on the radio to notice the outburst from the youngest.
Taehyung turned back to the maknae with an even darker look in his eyes, “Jeon Jungkook, I thought you wanted to be a good boy for me?”
The little’s eyes widened at the tone, “K-Kookie is a good boy.”
“Good boys keep quiet when they’re asked to, baby,” Taehyung replied, “And they certainly don’t cum when they know Daddy’s rules.”
“K-Kookie didn’t mean to,” he said, being more careful this time to keep his voice at an acceptable volume. “I-It was an a-accident.”
His hyung sighed and gave him a long look over, causing the younger to begin fidgetting once more. “Once we get back home, I’m going to give you fifteen spanks,” the other was already protesting and Taehyung cut him off, “But, if you’re a really good boy until then, I’ll make it ten instead.”
Jungkook agreed, knowing that that was the best deal he was going to get out of his hyung. He felt a surge of determination go through him, his inner competitiveness coming to the surface. “Okay, Daddy. Kookie will be a good boy.”
“Good,” Taehyung hummed.
Then the older shoved his hand right back where they had been a few minutes earlier - down Jungkook’s sweatpants. Taehyung gripped the younger in a more harsh hold this time, ignoring the bitten back yelp from Jungkook in favor of pressing his thumb firmly over the head of the maknae’s cock and massaging with soft fingers. His fingernail dug into the slit on the tip and the younger’s hips bucked involuntarily before he held them back.
“Daddy...” Obviously, Jungkook’s vocabulary was pretty much down to nothing at this point, his hyung’s calculating touches making a jumbled mess of his mind. One of the maknae’s hands clutched at the older’s wrist again, while the other searched desperately for purchase on the front of Taehyung’s hoodie.
The darkness of night became more apparent as the drive took them into the lesser-known neighborhood, closer to where their apartment complex was. It was hard to see anything in the vehicle anymore due to the streetlights becoming more and more sparse.
With this in mind, Taehyung smirked and leaned down to nuzzle at his baby’s neck. If anyone saw him like this, they would probably assume that he had fallen asleep against the younger - it was the perfect cover.
Taehyung parted his lips and sucked the delectable skin of Jungkook’s neck into his mouth. He laved his tongue over the area he harshly suckled, his hand moving in tandem with it around the maknae’s aching dick.
Jungkook was sure that his lip was going to start bleeding with how hard he had it clamped between his teeth in an attempt to hold back his pleasured whines. He didn’t trust himself to open his mouth even a little bit to moan the other’s name, too afraid that he would make too loud a noise and make his impending punishment even worse.
A nice dark bruise marred the column of the maknae’s throat, and the sight of it caused Taehyung to growl lowly in his throat.
The sound rumbled against Jungkook where the two of them touched, causing a shiver to go through his body, from his tingling scalp, all the way down to the tips of his toes.
This time, Taehyung’s hand only teased the younger’s cock, moving at a slow pace so the maknae wouldn’t cum as easily as he had the first time. The older only wanted to rile him up more, build up the pleasure slowly.
To his surprise, he felt Jungkook fidgeting again and whining like a puppy quietly under his breath within only another few minutes - a clear sign that he was close.
“Close again, baby?” he asked, unable to keep the smirk out of his voice.
The maknae wasn’t able to say anything in response, only groan a little louder into Taehyung’s ear.
“Oh, look at that, we’re home.”
Taehyung’s hand left the younger’s dick again, and Jungkook only barely held back a devastated keen. He opened his heavy-lidded eyes wide so he could take in the scene around him.
Indeed, they were just pulling into the parking garage underneath their apartment complex. Brighter lights entered their visions as they entered, and Jungkook listened to Namjoon and Yoongi groan their annoyance at it.
“Do you want me to carry you, baby?” the normal volume of Taehyung’s voice startled Jungkook, as he could see the two of their hyungs’ begrudgingly waking up and slipping their headphones off.
Yoongi immediately turned around at the words and Jungkook was thankful that it was still too dark in the carpark for his hyung to see his rock hard dick tenting his sweatpants. He still squirmed and crossed his legs in a feeble attempt to hide it.
“Oh, is Kook little?” the oldest rapper asked, a fond smile already taking over his face as he saw the flushed youngest. He probably thought that Jungkook was blushing because of his little side’s shyness and not because he was so close to being caught in a rather racy situation.
Jungkook climbed his way into Taehyung’s lap, facing him and digging his face into his neck in embarrassment. The older’s arms wrapped around him tightly, giving his back gentle caresses in a soothing gesture.
Taehyung hummed his confirmation to Yoongi, “Yeah, he got a bit upset about the present I gave him earlier.”
“It was pretty awful,” Namjoon quipped.
Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Said the guy who got me underwear.”
“Hey! I got you the exact underwear you were wearing! It’s useful.”
“How did you know I would wear those today?” Yoongi asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Namjoon grinned widely, dimples becoming apparent, “I have my ways, hyung.”
Their bickering was stopped short when Jungkook became impatient and couldn’t help squirming in his Daddy’s lap. He whined out a bit and the two rappers turned back to look at them at the noise.
“He must be exhausted,” Namjoon commented, “I guess we should head up.”
“Ugh, I’m tired too,” Yoongi groaned, cracking his neck as they all started making their way out of the vehicle, their manager looking on from the driver’s seat with a disbelieving but fond shake of his head.
“Want me to carry you, hyung?”
“No, Joon, I don’t.”
“I think you do,” Namjoon chirped.
“No, I don’t!”
Namjoon had obvious height and weight on the older rapper, and he was a bit broader too, so he simply leaned down and picked Yoongi up, hiking him over his shoulder like a sack of flour.
Yoongi let out a protesting noise as Taehyung watched on in amusement. The second youngest followed the bickering rappers up to their dorm and said a quick goodnight to them with Jungkook still hidden away in his neck.
“D-D-Daddy,” Jungkook sounded so weak and unsure that it startled the older into focusing back in on the trembling maknae in his arms.
“Okay, okay,” he murmured, trying to keep the worry out of his voice, “I’ve got you.”
Once they were in the safety of their room, Taehyung laid the younger gently on the comfortable mattress. The maknae had his eyes squeezed shut and his hands clenched just as tightly on his hyung’s arms. Jungkook’s breathing was becoming labored so Taehyung immediately worked on getting that back to normal, despite the growing panic inside of himself.
Did he push the younger’s limits? Taehyung thought he had a good read on the situation earlier, but now he was reanalyzing every little detail that could alert him to something going wrong.
“Breathe, baby,” the older coaxed in that deep baritone of his that never failed to calm Jungkook down. Taehyung didn’t dare let any of the fear he was feeling seep into his voice. “Follow my breaths, love.”
It took a few minutes, but Jungkook’s breathing did slow down significantly. Once the haze of his arousal and feelings of being overwhelmed had calmed down somewhat, he blinked his eyes back open and gazed up at his Daddy, who was stroking his hair soothingly.
Taehyung searched his eyes, “What color are you, bun?”
The younger swallowed, his throat feeling dry, “G-Green, just...need Daddy close. Please.” Jungkook wasn’t panicking like the older thought he was, he was just kind of overwhelmed by all the things he was feeling at the moment. But he definitely wanted to keep going.
A wave of adoration went over Taehyung once he was assured that nothing was wrong, and he immediately complied to the younger’s request by covering his body with his own. They touched everywhere possible, the older holding himself above Jungkook with his left arm so he wouldn’t get squished by his weight.
Taehyung leaned down and captured the maknae’s lips with his own, drawing him easily into a deep, sensual kiss. The younger wanted everything harder, faster, but Taehyung frustratingly kept their kisses almost painfully slow.
The older chuckled at Jungkook’s whine of annoyance but sped up his kisses to a more generous pace. “You ready for your punishment, baby?” he asked after a good few minutes of plundering the maknae’s lovely lips with kisses.
Jungkook inhaled sharply in a quiet gasp. He had completely forgotten the punishment he’d earned himself earlier by cumming without permission.
“You forgot, didn’t you?”
The maknae blushed, visible even though he’d already been so flushed from their other activities. “Y-Yes, Kookie did,” he admitted, hanging his head in shame.
Taehyung picked his chin back up as quickly as it had fallen and met his eyes, “That’s alright, bun. You were still really good for me.”
“A g-good boy for Daddy?” the hopeful look in the younger’s eyes as he looked up at Taehyung was almost too much for the older to take.
“Daddy’s good boy,” he hummed, “So good that you’ll only get ten spanks tonight.”
Jungkook felt bittersweet about the news. On the one hand, he was glad that his Daddy was lessening his punishment because he’d been good, but on the other, he also kind of (read: definitely) liked the feel of Taehyung spanking him and reminding him of the rules in such a dominant way. It made him feel small when his hyung did that, submissive in a way no one had ever made him feel before. It was addicting.
Then again, Jungkook wasn’t sure he would be able to get through the originally promised fifteen spanks without cumming again, and he wasn’t sure he could handle another punishment from that.
“O-Okay, Daddy,” he finally replied, “Thank you, Daddy.”
Taehyung hummed approvingly and pressed a kiss to the maknae’s forehead, “Good boy, Kookie. Now, over my knees.”
The older easily sat on the edge of the bed, arms open wide to allow Jungkook to lay himself across his lap. The younger shifted around a bit until he found a comfortable spot that still presented his ass to his hyung. Taehyung rubbed over his still covered butt with a proud movement of his hand. He couldn’t deny that seeing the maknae is such a vulnerable position made his cock twitch pathetically in his pants.
“Ready, baby?” at the younger’s quiet yes, he continued, “Say your words if you need to, bunny. Daddy won’t be mad.”
“O-Okay, Daddy,” Jungkook whined into the comforter. His hands were beside his head, holding the fabric desperately in their clutches.
The older proceeded to pull down the younger’s sweatpants and boxers and rub a hand over his ass. His hoodie was pushed up his back a little bit to expose the younger’s perky butt even further.
“Can you tell me why you’re being punished, bun?” Taehyung asked.
Jungkook gulped, “Kookie came without permission, a-and he wasn’t quiet when Daddy asked him to be.”
“Good. Count the spanks for me,” was the only warning Taehyung gave before he brought his hand down in a harsh smack across the expanse of smooth skin.
Jungkook yelped and jolted forwards a little bit at the first hit but quickly regained his proper position. The sound that reverberated through the room was so loud the maknae momentarily worried that the other members would be able to hear it from their own rooms.
“Jungkook,” the sharp hiss of his name brought him back to the present.
“O-One,” he replied once he realized what he was supposed to do, “Sorry, Daddy. Kookie will be better.”
And God, that made Taehyung fall in love with him even more. The younger wasn’t just a compliant submissive, he took it a step further and apologized before his hyung could reprimand him.
“Good boy,” the older hummed before bringing his hand back down on the maknae’s behind with a hard hit. His hand struck mostly on the right cheek this time and was significantly harder than the first.
Jungkook let out a strangled moan, “T-Two.”
Another smack rained down on his left cheek, matching the last one in strength and accidentally forcing the maknae’s hips forward with its strength. The hard outline of his cock in his sweats rubbed against the older’s thigh, giving it the friction that it had been missing.
“Three!” Jungkook squeaked out.
Two more harsh spanks were delivered to each ass cheek, causing the skin to burn and tingle.
“Four, five, s-six, seven!”
The older dropped two more hits across his ass - even harder than the ones previous.
“Eeeeigghttt, nnninne,” he slurred, tongue feeling heavy in his mouth.
Jungkook felt like he was going to cum, even without barely any stimulation to his cock. What could he say, spanking was a major kink of his.
Taehyung paused momentarily to sooth the thoroughly reddened cheeks with his hand. “The last one is going to be hard, bun.”
“Okay,” Jungkook panted out, a few droplets of sweat trickling down his temple.
The older hadn’t been lying. Taehyung brought his hand down over the maknae’s entire ass with such strength it felt like fire had licked the sensitive skin there.
Jungkook nearly screamed at the pleasurable pain that struck through his body like a strike of lightning. His dick was beyond fully hard by now, but he resisted the urge to rut against his hyung’s thigh because he knew he wasn’t allowed to do that while he was being punished.
“Ah! T-Ten! Ten! Ten!” he all but shouted.
Taehyung was picking the younger up from his lap in a second and turning him around to cuddle into him properly. He hushed Jungkook softly and pressed loving kisses all over the maknae’s face as the younger nuzzled into his neck, seeking comfort after the short but harsh punishment.
“There you go, baby,” he praised with a sugar-sweet tone that settled Jungkook’s racing heart, “Did so good, bunny. Such a good boy.”
As far as spankings went, this one had been rather easy to get through. The maknae had some tears spilling down his cheeks, but it was nothing like the absolute waterfalls he sometimes had when Taehyung decided to tease him to the ends of the earth. While this punishment hadn’t been long, the spanks themselves had been fairly hard.
Jungkook let a shaky exhale and contracted his hands where they were settled on the older’s shoulders. “D-Daddy,” he began hesitantly as he pulled back to look at his hyung, “C-Can Kookie cum now? P-Please?”
Taehyung hummed in thought for a moment, “I suppose so. You were a very good boy for me during your punishment. How do you want me to help you cum, baby?”
And Jungkook felt a mix of excitement at the prospect of being able to choose whatever he wanted Taehyung to do to him and overwhelmed because it was becoming increasingly more difficult to even think, let alone make such a difficult decision.
So Jungkook just went by what his gut told him - his pulsing and arousal-filled gut. “C-Can Kookie have Daddy’s fingers, please? I-Inside?”
“Of course you can, love,” Taehyung replied with a coo, stroking his hand soothingly through the younger’s dark hair. “Do you want to lay on your front or your back?”
Taehyung always asked him this and that was because sometimes in his headspace, it was important to Jungkook that he has visual conformation where his Daddy was. He needed the reassurance.
“Back, please.”
“So proud of you, using your manners,” Taehyung murmured as he helped the younger shift around into the desired position on the bed. He eased the maknae's sweatpants and boxers off completely from where they were stuck around his knees but left the hoodie on, just pushed it up his torso to expose his beautifully sculpted abs.
It was then that Taehyung paused and looked at the younger seriously. “Baby, my real present to you is this...”
Jungkook watched with wide, excited eyes as his hyung reached over to the bedside drawer and pulled out one of his own ties - this one a solid, dark crimson red. He knew instantly what was going on.
The maknae had mentioned a few times to Taehyung that he had a thing for being restrained during sex, but the older was a little weary about it so they’d never tried it before. Until now, apparently.
Taehyung gave him a small smile, “I did some more research about bondage and I feel much more comfortable about it now. I thought that as my present to you, we could give it a try. If you want, that is.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Jungkook swore he’d never nodded so frantically in his life. “W-Wanna try it, please hyungie!”
The older chuckled and nodded, “Alright, love. I’m just going to tie your hands to the headboard, okay?”
After his nod of consent, Taehyung gently took the younger’s hands and guided them up above his head. Jungkook couldn’t see what his hyung was doing now, but it involved looping the silky tie around his wrists and around one of the wooden planks of the headboard. It took a bit of time, but Jungkook knew that the older was making sure it wasn’t too tight.
Honestly, Jungkook was just so happy that his hyung was willing to try out one of his kinks. If Taehyung hadn’t mentioned that he was feeling more comfortable about it, Jungkook would have stopped the whole thing right then and there. It was always important to both of them that they felt at ease about their intimate moments together.
Taehyung pulled away once he was happy and Jungkook gave an experimental tug to the tie. It held him back, that’s for sure, and it was tight enough that he wouldn’t be able to slip out of it, but loose enough that it wouldn’t cut off his circulation.
When Taehyung met the younger’s eyes once more, they were darkened with lust. “Since this is your present, I won’t tease you too much, bun.”
The older laid between Jungkook’s sensually splayed legs. He gripped them by the thighs and pushed them apart so the younger was exposed to him. Taehyung couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight.
He leaned down and almost immediately teased a thumb between the maknae’s ass cheeks, right against the rim of his hole. His whole ass was still tender from the spanking, so the rest of Taehyung’s fingers brushing over his cheeks made him want to squirm even more.
“O-Oh...” Jungkook startled at the pleasurable touch, “P-Please, Daddy.”
Taehyung wasted no more time teasing his baby, spreading lube over his fingers and rubbing them together quickly to warm it up. The first of his fingers, the pointer, slipped in fairly easily.
Even just one of Taehyung’s fingers - so thick and silky smooth, scattered with only a few callouses - was enough to up fill the younger pleasantly. Two fingers were even better, especially as the older scissored them gently to stretch walls of Jungkook’s hole.
Jungkook’s eyes were clenched tightly shut again, his hands twitching in their bindings and pulling gently. The tie held up though, and he wasn’t able to move them much. It was so fucking hot being so vulnerable in front of his boyfriend like this. “Oh, f-feels so good.”
Taehyung didn’t say anything in response, just curled his fingers and allowed them to brush over the sensitive, spongy bundle of nerves inside of him.
The younger was (unsurprisingly) close to orgasming already. With all the teasing he had endured on the car ride home, and the arousing punishment that followed, plus the restraints on his wrists, his load was well and ready to blow at any moment.
“Da - ah - Da, close!” he muttered out, somehow finding a way through his foggy headspace to tell his hyung. He was tugging at the restraints again, his hands instinctively searching for something to hold on to - but there wasn’t anything.
Taehyung hummed in a pleased manner, “Does bunny want to cum all over himself? Make a big, dirty mess?”
Dirty talk wasn’t for everyone, but there was absolutely no doubt that it was for Jungkook. The teasing visuals his hyung articulated to him was what evidently sent him over the edge of the metaphorical cliff, just as it always did.
“Y-Yes! Please!”
“Then cum.”
The maknae’s hips kicked a few more times before he was cumming, his cum spurting all over his torso, just narrowly missing his bunched up hoodie. His arms tensed and pulled harshly this time at the bindings on his wrists, but they stayed put.
The release resulted in a contradiction of both heightening all of his senses and dulling them. Thinking became literally impossible, his mind stuck somewhere between reality and a place of pleasure and comfort and safety.
Once his high began fading and he felt himself coming back down to earth, Jungkook saw Taehyung smearing the cum that landed on the skin of his stomach around with two curious fingers. “So dirty. So good.” The older mumbled.
Jungkook watched as his hyung lifted those fingers and held them in front of the still only half-there maknae’s mouth.
Understanding what the older was wanting through his haze, Jungkook parted his lips and sucked the two fingers into his mouth completely. He was still restrained so he couldn’t grab his hyung’s wrist like he wanted to, so he simply lifted his head and pushed the long appendages in as far as he could. He licked all around them, the taste of himself on his tongue heady and somehow relaxing him even further.
Once the fingers were cleaned and Jungkook was just suckling happily on them - he always loved to have something in his mouth - Taehyung removed them once more and leaned down to bring the maknae into a deep, loving kiss.
Jungkook didn’t have the strength to really kiss back with all he had, but that didn’t matter to the older. Taehyung took charge easily - just like he always did in the bedroom - and pressed simple, reassuring kisses to the younger’s soft lips.
The maknae whined, overwhelmed with all the good emotions swirling within him. He always felt so vulnerable like this, as he came down from his high, but he knew Taehyung wouldn’t leave him like part of Jungkook couldn’t help but fear at that moment.
Taehyung kept assaulting the maknae with presses of his lips all over his face until he reluctantly pulled away. “Good boy, bunny. Such a good boy,” he praised, the words causing the younger to snuggle further into his hyung’s arms.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Jungkook said, voice tired but content.
Taehyung set about untying the maknae’s hands, rubbing and kissing them softly once they were free. There were light red lines on each wrist, but they would probably fade completely within an hour or two.
“Was that a better present than the fans with my face on them I gave you earlier?” the older teased as he used a towel to wipe up the mess of cum still on the maknae’s stomach.
Jungkook giggled and tightened his hold on the other, “Lots better,” he paused, “Kookie can keep the fans though, right?”
Taehyung chuckled and pulled the hoodie back down the younger’s chest where it was bunched under his armpits, “Yes, you can keep those, bunny.”
The maknae smiled happily and tossed his arms around his Daddy’s neck. The two of them shifted around until they found a more comfortable position with Jungkook laying his head on the older’s chest.
“Did you enjoy me tying up your hands, bun?” Taehyung asked, softly running his hands up and down the maknae’s back. “It wasn’t much, but I hope it was alright.”
Jungkook hummed and nodded, still nuzzled into his chest. “Kookie liked it a lot. Thank you, Daddy.”
Then, Jungkook suddenly gasped and sat back straight up in his hyung’s lap with wide eyes, “Daddy didn’t get to cum yet!” he pouted, eyes innocent and wide.
Taehyung grinned and booped the younger’s nose with a finger, “That’s okay. This was your gift, I can cum next time.”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes at him, wiggling around pointedly so they could both become very aware of the hard cock tenting the older’s sweats and pressing against his ass. “Are you sure, Daddy?” then the maknae let a mischievous little grin spread over his lips. “Kookie wants to taste Daddy’s cock.”
Taehyung certainly wasn’t going to say no to that if his baby was offering.
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A/N: So as I was doing my final edit of this, I realized someone posted something similar to this request on AO3. Lol, I haven’t read it yet but I probably will!
I want to apologize for not having it up on Thursday like I said. Something unexpected came up in my life and took up my time for a good day and then I wasn’t happy with my writing on Friday, so I decided to revise it again now (Saturday evening) and post it.
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