Taehyung's office was dimly lit.One desk. One chair. A whole lot of locked doors.
Jungkook walked in slowly, gum still popping between his lips. His jeans were even tighter today — ripped across the thighs, riding low. His hoodie barely counted as clothing anymore.
Taehyung sat behind his desk, hands clasped tightly, trying so damn hard to stay professional.
"You're late," he said, voice dangerously low.
"Oops," Jungkook smiled, kicking the door shut behind him. "Hope I didn't get Daddy too mad."
Taehyung flinched. His eye twitched.
"There's a chair over th—"
"Nope."Jungkook strutted forward and swung one leg over Taehyung's lap without warning. He straddled him, settling down with a little bounce.
"There are no chairs left, remember?" he whispered, brushing his nose against Taehyung's jaw. "Guess I'll just have to sit right here~."
Taehyung's breath hitched. His hands stayed clenched on the armrests. He didn't touch him.
Yet.
"Jungkook," he warned. "Get off me. Now."
Jungkook leaned in. Eyes glowing. Voice sweet and poisonous.
"Why?""Afraid you'll like it?"
Then — he did it.He let out that soft, filthy, dangerous moan. The one that shattered all of Taehyung's defenses last time.
"Then show me, Daddy…"His lips brushed Taehyung's ear, eyes glinting like sin.
"Show me what happens when I don't behave."
Snap.
Taehyung's control disintegrated.His hands shot to Jungkook's waist, gripping tight, pulling him in until their bodies slammed flush together.
"You think this is a game?"
Jungkook's voice shook, but he was grinning like a devil.
"No," he whispered."I think it's the start of something really... dirty."
Taehyung's mouth crashed into his — all fire, no hesitation. The kiss was rough, biting, all teeth and desperation. Jungkook moaned into it, grinding down on his lap with purpose.
Taehyung's hands explored — up his back, into his hair, gripping that little hoodie and pulling it up.
"You're gonna regret teasing me like this."
Jungkook gasped against his mouth.
"I hope so."