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“Where’s mom?” he yawns.
It’s a pretty normal morning. Mid April, sunlight streaming through the windows as he pours his coffee into the same mug he always uses.
Except no one seems to be in a rush. Namjoon is still in his pyjamas instead of his usual button down and slacks and Yoonji is nowhere to be seen.
Namjoon’s eyes follow him rather intrusively as he lifts the mug to his face and takes a sip.
“Something wrong, dad?” he frowns.
“Oh?” he seems to snap out of it, crossing and uncrossing his legs in his chair. “I mean—it’s nothing, Kook.” His father may be a smart, well respected man, but if there’s one thing he can’t do, it’s lie.
Jungkook, however, figures if it really concerned him, he’d say something. So he takes another sip before padding over to the cupboard for cereal, which he consumes under Namjoon’s uncharacteristically anxious gaze.
“Are you sure everything’s okay?”
“Actually...” he clears his throat and Jungkook looks wearily out the window. His car is still outside, unscathed.
“Actually?” it’s Jungkook’s turn to feel nervous.
“Your mother and I wanted to have you check something out.”
“Did I, like, do something wrong?”
“No, no. It’s nothing bad. Good, actually. It’s just… since you’re an adult now, we wanted you to join us. In something.”
Jungkook frowns, “Okay...?”
“C’mon. Let’s go talk to her.”
There’s something in his voice that makes his skin prickle but he follows him up the stairs to their bedroom, door shut tight.
“Jungkook, I need you to bear with us, alright?”
“Um,” he blinks, “That’s fine, but—”
The door swings open and he’s faced with his mother, laying on the king size bed in only a loose silk bathrobe. Bile rises in his throat, something feels wrong.
“Come have a seat,” she hums, leaning forward to reveal the extremely… unfitting bra she has on. It looks like something straight out of a porno, lacy and with enough padding for Jungkook to forget momentarily who he’s looking at. He cringes, mentally slaps himself upside the head before letting a weak, “Hey, mom,” escape him.
She disregards his greeting, says, “Sit down, baby,” in a voice much to sultry for his liking. It’s a setup, gross and tacky and for the first time in ages, Jungkook just wants to run out out the door and drive to school. But then, he hears it click shut behind him and realises that never has he once disobeyed his parents. He doesn’t know how to say no, at least not to them.
So he lets his feet drag him forward, step by step into what he knows all too well is nothing but a trap. That something is already very off and things will only escalate from here on out.
He’s not wrong, “You wanna touch, Koo?”
Jungkook shifts uncomfortably from his new place on the mattress, eyes travelling behind her towards his dad for help, but it seems hopeless. Namjoon’s got this distant look on his face and he licks his lips when Jungkook shoots him a desperate look.
“Oh he’s shy ,” Yoonji croons, reaching out to pat his cheek, “It’s just over my bra, baby, no biggie.”
“Mom, I’m gonna be late for class, I think you should—”
“You don’t need to go to school today, honey. You’re attendance is perfect, you deserve a day off, all three of us do.”
She’s right, but what he really wants is to escape the situation.
She leans forward and pressed a lingering kiss to Jungkook’s lips. He wishes it wasn’t soothing, the hand on his shoulder or the smell of her lotion.
She giggles, leaning back in once she sees the way he’s inadvertently chased her touch. This one's longer, uncomfortably so. He doesn’t kiss back, tries not to at least, because it feels unnatural .
“Relax,” she soothes, “hand rubbing up his shoulder. We’re just having a little fun, sweetheart.”
The other guides his own up to her chest, makes his squeeze and his breath hitches.
“Yeah?” She hums, “There we go, baby.”
But then she’s slipping it under the fabric and he’s being met with soft, hot skin.
Oh god. He shuts his eyes, turns his head away, “It’s okay,” she’s combing through his hair, “let it feel good.”
It does. He hates to admit it, but it does. Her nipples are already hard and she moans when he makes contact, leading him to wince.
It’s so weird. This is so fucking weird, but she sounds pretty when she calls his name, not in her usual nag or coo, but in a way that’s undeniably sexual.
She takes her hand off his to unlatch her bra and throw it off, along with the robe on her shoulders to reveal her lack of panties. He doesn’t make any effort to shift back, even though he knows he should. Hell, what he should be doing is insisting that he leave, but now she’s muttering for him to touch the other one and he can’t help but oblige.
“Pretend it’s your crush at school,” she purrs, thumbing over his cheek, “Just do what feels good.”
Then, to Namjoon, “Our boy’s grown up so handsome, hasn’t he?” Namjoon hums, but his voice is thick with pleasure and much closer than it was before.
Jungkook feels trapped. But then again, there’s so much to feel and the skin is so delicate and he can’t deny that there’s something about the way her breath hitches when he twists her nipple just right.
“Can you do something else for me, honey?”
“M-mom,” his voice is trembling, “I don’t think this is a good idea and I have a really important seminar today and I don’t wanna—”
“It’s fine, daddy’s a doctor, remember? He’ll write you a note if you want. Right Joonie?”
“Yeah, Koo. Just help me and your mother out today, just this once.” He doesn’t reply, his bows his head in defeat, though it shoots up when she takes his wrist once more and begins to trail it down her torso. He only tries to pull away once she passes her belly button and it becomes clear what’s going on.
“Mom- Seriously, I—”
Everyone in the room groans when his finger makes contact with her slit. All he can feet is wet as she pushes it deeper, rubbing her way up to her clit.
“Seriously, what?” She asks, “Sure you wanna leave now, baby?”
He gulps. He has to, the situation is quickly spiraling out of control. But he’s never felt a pussy before and it's so, so soft and warm and because his eyes are closed, he tells himself that it doesn’t really matter whose it is.
He doesn’t realise she’s pulled away and he’s rubbing up from her entrance to her clit until she says, “Put one in, baby. I can tell it feels good, doesn’t it?”
He doesn’t reply, not that she minds.
“Feels good for me, too. You’re doing such a good job, don’t you wanna do better?”
He’ll do it, but not for her. He’ll do it for himself, just to see, not that it makes any sense. She’s tight around his finger, sucking him in as if to urge him on as he pushes deeper. It’s different than his ass, doesn’t have a vice grip on him but instead engulfs him in a slow warmth.
He feels around with the pad of his finger once he’s in to the knuckle, admittedly quite intrigued by the way she twitches under him.
“Another,” she prompts and Jungkook’s glad she asked because he sort of wanted to do that anyways. Just to feel, she how she’d react. He tells himself he’s removed himself from the situation,that he really is pretending it’s that girl in his psych class that coincidentally has similar features to his—oh god. He’s really screwed.
“Look at him,” she coos at Namjoon, who’s taken his place on the mattress behind him. He can feel his breath on his neck as he pants in approval.
He presumes Namjoon’s hard. He must be, his own father watching him as he- he doesn’t even want to think the words to himself, wants to gag weren’t it for the distracting and equally as breathy moans Yoonji’s letting at his ministrations.
She wraps a slender hand around his wrist once his fingers are around an inch in and says, “Open your eyes, honey.” It’s so difficult to say no when she uses that pet name, reminds him too much of when she tells him to take out the trash or make his bed and he’s too used to saying yes not to obey.
He looks down before he can help it, at his two fingers glistening with slick in the early morning light, as his mother’s pink rim stretched around his fingers. And the swell of her breasts, at which he catches himself staring as his eyes travel upwards.
She juts her lip out at him, “So cute. Look back down at my pussy, baby, will you?”
He squeezes his eyes shut instead, but her grip tightens, “Jungkook.”
“Okay, alright.”
“See how deep in mommy you are?”
“Y- I mean, I guess.”
“That’s where it feels good,” she explains. “Now wiggle ‘em around.”
He’s seen enough of this in porn to know more or less what he’s doing, especially once the right place has been explicitly pointed out to him. It gives him a twisted sense of satisfaction to see her back arch and her mouth drop when he picks up, just to hear her whine.
“Puh-” he delivers a particularly stealthy jab and she cuts herself off with a gasp, “Jungkookie, baby .”
He hasn’t closed his eyes this time, doesn’t even realise he hasn’t until his cock twitches at the sight. Her bottom lip is slick with her own spit and swollen, there’s a blush high on her cheeks and her eyes are half lidded, and it occurres to him that she isn’t at all the person he thought he knew.
Before today, he never would have struck his caring mother to so willingly to do what she’s doing right now. Or maybe she was a little too caring? He thinks back to the lingering touches, the insistent kisses on the mouth and his stomach churns.
“Wanna do something for me, Jungkook?”
The honest answer should be no. It really should but he’s already… here and however much he doesn’t want to admit it, the tiniest bit hard.
When their eyes meet, she looks at him expectantly and something becomes clear: she wants him to like it. She wants enthusiasm and submission. Jungkook’s heart sinks when he finalises that there’s no other choice. Without his parents, he has nothing. There’s no escape. He gulps, “Y-yeah?”
“ Yes, mommy .” she corrects.
Against his gut instinct, he turns to head to his dad, who, much to his demise, has one lip sucked between his teeth and a hand down his boxers. That’s when he registers the sound of him touching himself and with a sigh, submits.
“Yes, mommy?”
She doesn’t bother telling him what she wants, instead threads her fingers through his hair and shoves his face into her breast, “Tell mommy you want her milk.”
It’s a demand, and he stiffens up at the shift in tone. “Mom-mommy, please can I—” God, this is fucking disgusting. “Mommy, I wanna please, um. Your milk.”
Her grip eases, “Are you thirsty, pretty baby, huh?”
“So thirsty,” he grits.
“Suck.”
He’s afraid she’s going to slap him, scratch him, something, so he scrambles to do as he’s told, latching around one of the hardened buds and running his tongue around it.
“Good boy,” she croons, voice back to it’s soothing tone, “Such a good boy, Kookie. Wasn’t so hard, huh? Doing what mommy, says?” she guides his free hand to her other and motions for him to start rubbing. “If you’re a good boy, daddy and I won’t have to punish you, right, daddy?”
Namjoon hums behind him, moving to press up against him and that’s when he realises he’s ditched his shorts, bare cock pressed up against the small of his back.
He barely has any time to panic before Yoonji’s telling him to rub her clit with his thumb, middle and ring finger still knuckle deep inside her.
He can feel her heartbeat from where he’s still being held to her chest as well as her moans, closer together and much, much more desperate with the added stimulation. “Guh-good boy,” she groans and he curses the way his cock jumps in his pants.
He prays it’s gone under the radar, but before he knows it, Namjoon’s fingers are creeping around his side down the front of his underwear to trace over his wet tip.
“Mommy,” he says to Yoonji, “Our baby’s so hard just fingering you.”
“Of course he is,” she sighs and she sounds cocky, but her pussy flutters around his fingers in delight.
He’s so embarrassed at how much it’s taking him not to buck up into his dad’s hand. It’s slid down to envelope his girth and before he can stop it, he’s leaning into the tongue on his neck.
He lets a pleased hum into his skin. “Not bad. Not as long as me but,” he squeezes, “Nice and thick.”
“Yeah?” she’s started grinding down onto Jungkook’s fingers and it’s getting so difficult not to get caught up in it, at the plushness of her tits, so full in his hands and the taste of her skin. “Think Jungkookie’s cock is gonna make me cu-cum as hard as yours, daddy?”
“We’ll have to see—”
He makes a noise of panic around her, but he’s unable to protest as he’s pushed further into her breast, hard enough to suffocate him.
“Just like that,” it’s rushed, “Keep going baby, gonna m-make me cum. Oh my god. Oh my god .”
So, like the good boy he is, he does. Starts moving his fingers until his arm begins to cramp and switches his attention to the other nipple, feeling her twitch at the surprise. She keeps getting tighter around him, until he feels as though he has to force himself in. At last, it appears to be enough.
Just as she starts to cum, Namjoon finally tightens his grip around Jungkook’s cock and begins to tug.
They’re all making some sort of noise. His father, unable to contain himself, has begun to rut against Jungkook’s back, he himself is yelping in a mixture of panic and pleasure from his fixed position in her chest, and Yoonji, she’s openly screaming as she squirts over Jungkook’s forearm and the bedspread all the same.
Slowly, she comes down from her high and Jungkook is able to breathe again, pulled back into Namjoon’s chest, who has begun to suck what will undeniably turn into a deep purple bruise into his shoulder. He wants to cry. No, he is crying out of guilt and repulsion and shameful arousal, which he doesn’t notice until Yoonji reaches forward to wipe his tears from his face.
“Poor thing. It’ll be okay,” it’s almost enough to placate him just the slightest before she’s pulling his fingers out of her oh-so slowly and guiding them to his mouth.
He’s scared of her, so he accepts them, trying not to break out into real sobs when he tastes the saltiness around his fingers.
It doesn’t help that he’s so hard he aches, the unavoidable pleasure only exacerbated by Namjoon’s unfittingly tender touch.
Before he can, however, Yoonji kisses him and this time, he kisses back, however tentative it is. It’s the only thing enough to distract him from how bad he wants Namjoon to keep going, that switches his brain off and keeps him from going into complete and utter overdrive.
Not that he really wants to admit it, but the lewdness of it all is starting to attract him, the concept of her licking her own cum out of his mouth while a completely different and undeniably masculine hand is stationed around his cock.
When she cups his face, he can’t help but whimper and buck up in desperation.
She leans back, far too smug for Jungkook’s comfort.
“If you want us to do something for you, just tell us, Jungkook—”
“C-can you… daddy, can you go a luh-little faster please, it h-hurts,” it’s so hard to call him that, but based on Yoonji’s earlier insistence, he doesn’t think he’ll listen otherwise. God forbid they make him repeat himself.
“See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?” she’s still panting from the kiss as she slides his t-shirt off over his head before moving lower to work at his boxers. And, fuck , the way she moans when his cock springs free. He wishes so badly that he didn’t love it.
“Namjoon,” she whacks his hand away, giving the two men whiplash, something that Namjoon appears to quite enjoy judging by the way he pulls Jungkook flush against him and starts grinding his cock harder into his skin. His bare skin, and he bites back a groan because Namjoon is long, hadn’t been lying.
He feels so large behind him, not just his in length but his palms, which have moved up to his stomach, and his added height and broader shoulders and raspy voice as he licks his way up his neck.
“You got your cock from your father,” she breathes, wrapping her slender hand around it, “So big, baby. Gonna feel so fucking thick inside mommy’s pussy. We’re gonna cum so hard together, are you excited?”
“Yes, mommy,” is all he can manage and this time, he genuinely has absolutely no clue if he’s just saying it because he’s supposed to or because he actually really, really wants to fuck her.
Easy to get confused, after all, especially after feeling how tight and wet she was around his fingers.
“Can you help daddy out first?”
Now at this, he’s nervous, doesn’t quite no what to expect until he does.
Namjoon’s stood up on the bed and circled around to stand in front of him, cock hanging heavy between his legs. “Jungkookie,” there are fingers back in his hair again and he inadvertently turns away because it’s different when it’s being shoved in his face.
He’s already fingered mom— Yoonji for a full fifteen minutes, sucked her nipples, called her what she’d wanted and now he has to fuck her. Isn’t that enough? He sniffles.
Namjoon, however, isn’t having any of it, “C’mon, Kook, don’t you want that doctor’s note? I’ll get you the rest of the week off.”
He lets a soft, pleading noise, knowing that looking to Yoonji for help is useless because she’s just as bad, if not worse.
“We know you like boys, too,” she thumbs at his jawline, “We saw you fucking around with the Park boy in your car. Just get daddy’s cock a little wet so we can get to fucking and it’ll all be okay. Look at how big it is, don’t you think it’d feel good filling up your mouth, huh? Daddy’s so handsome, too. Don’t you wanna make him feel good?”
He knows he’s being taken advantage of. Or well, no shit , this whole situation is him one of him being manipulated, but this, this is true manipulation. Because they both know how much he looks ( looked ?) up to Namjoon. Went into pre-med to be just like him, always wished he was tall like him, smart like him, handsome the way he was. Handsome the way he was .
He gulps, eyes turning up to Namjoon’s rather greedy ones. He does look good, and if that’s what he has to dwell on to get him through this, he supposes it isn’t so bad. Besides , the devil on his shoulder sniggers, Yoonji’s moans had sounded so good. By that principle, shouldn’t Namjoon’s too? Shouldn’t he make sure he does his best to try and find out?
“Daddy’s been so good to you,” he can’t help but blush at Namjoon’s deeper tone, especially paired with how much more pleasant the fingers in his hair have grown, no longer tugging, but caressing.
They’re breaking him and everyone in the room is well aware. Jungkook isn’t sure if he cares anymore or not. Things will be so much easier if he lets himself feel good, and there’s no denying that their touch does just that. They’re making him hard. It’s them. It’s the situation he’s in.
Doesn’t hurt that Namjoon’s dick looks the way it does, and further, that Jungkook really likes sucking cock. They’re right, he liked sucking Jimin’s. Is this really so different, other than the fact it’s longer and thicker and curves so nicely against his stomach?
He eases himself into it by reaching to grab it first, feeling the girth in his hand, the softness of the skin and the prominence of the vein running up the bottom before getting on his knees and shuffling closer.
“Good boy,” they say in unison, his mother’s hand finding its way back to his twitching cock and it’s enough to push him to lick a stripe up his shaft.
It’s no different from sucking anyone else off. Of course it isn’t, and his body heaves in what he tells himself is relief because it’s not… awful, even when he guides the head into his mouth and tongues at the precum welling on the tip. It’s sick, but he can’t help but wonder if he’ll cum over his face. The same cum from which he was conceived.
“I think he likes it,” he hears mommy murmur, “Cock softened but it’s plumping up again.”
Fuck, she’s right. What the hell is wrong with him?
He’ll think about it later. For now, he’ll keep edging himself further and further down until he’s fully sheathed in his throat, encouraged by the words, “Just like that, Koo, such a good boy.”
They make him feel so small, like they always have. Namjoon’s picked up a shallow rhythm to meet Jungkook’s bobs, cooing praises down at him while she continues to jerk him off.
It’s so different than with Jimin. He’s always heard that older men and women knew what they were doing, but he’d been just fine with people his own age. Except now, with Namjoon fucking his face smooth as butter and Yoonji’s hand motions almost surreal, he really understands.
Jimin had fucked up. Jimin had let his teeth get in the way more times than one, choked Jungkook a little too hard when he went down on him. Jimin didn’t love him and that too makes a world of difference.
He cums over his mommy’s hand as soon as Namjoon bottoms out, unable to control himself at the dual stimulation of such a big cock down this throat and her pointer finger rubbing circles over his slit.
He cries out around his length, leading Namjoon to stumble back and grip his cock to keep himself grounded, gaze still locked with his. “Holy shit,” he rasps, dragging his free hand down his face.
Is the flare of smugness in Jungkook’s chest really all that wrong?
He expects mommy to be mad, but all she does is chuckle and say, “My boys feel that good, huh? My babies can’t even control themselves?”
“Sorry, mommy,” they say, still making no effort to turn in her direction.
This time, Jungkook expects it when Namjoon drops to his own knees and leans in to kiss him and it’s only when he circles his hands around his waist and presses their bodies flush together that Jungkook finally lets himself admit that he genuinely feels good, that he wants this just as bad as they do.
He returns Namjoon’s embrace in earnest, taking the initiative to coax his mouth open to let their tongues intertwine. Just like with his cock, his father knows how to work his mouth, shows only tenderness over his usual stoic demeanor.
Until mommy rubs their shoulders, says, “C’mon, daddy, let’s give our baby a little show, huh? Let him see how to fuck like a man?”
Their cocks twitch against each other, Jungkook’s still softening against the other’s undoubtedly painful erection and he pulls back, giving his son one last look of affection before resolving, “Let’s.”
It’s muscle memory, the way they kiss, the way he lays her down on the mattress, nosing down her neck to bite at her nipples until she lets out a moan satisfactory enough for him to hoist her legs around his waist. He only stops when she says, “Jungkookie, baby, come here.”
He snaps out of it and wipes the drool from the corner of his mouth, “Huh?”
She holds out her hand, which he unflinchingly takes, “Come over here. How far did you go with the Park boy?”
He flushes, “Uh… Jimin and I?”
“Sure,” she seems displeased by the mention of another lover.
However illogical it is, Jungkook feels butterflies at the possessiveness. “We,” he clears his throat, the idea of talking about sex with his parents still quite strange, “Um. We went down on each other.”
“You’ve never went all the way with him, hm?”
He looks down, only sees skin and looks back to the ceiling in embarrassment, “Actually, with boys, I kinda like to-”
“ Fuck ,” Namjoon growls, “Gonna let daddy be the first one to fuck your—”
He’s so close to begging, please , like the good slut he suddenly wants to be but mommy cuts him off, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, now. Jungkookie, what would you like us to give you to do this again? Are you enjoying yourself yet?”
“Wanna,” he clears his throat, “Daddy’s.”
“Yeah?” she rubs his leg soothingly, “Gonna be good like this again for us in the future? We’ll give you everything you want, baby.”
“Yes, mommy,” he croaks, all sense of shame flushed down the toilet.
“We’re so happy to hear that, aren’t we?”
“Absolutely,” Namjoon says, and his eyes focus on his dad in wonder. He doesn’t want to be him, he wants to be with him, wants him to hold him again the way he did when they kissed, wants him to fuck him nice and slow.
“Wanna help guide daddy’s cock into me, honey?”
He doesn’t bother answering, just bites his lip and leans forward, reaching between them and sliding his cock over her clit a few times to gauge their reactions before nudging it against her entrance.
“See?” mommy takes his hand, “Isn’t it fun? You didn’t need to give us such a hard time earlier, did you?”
“No,” he breathes, watching him slowly sink into her, “I didn’t.”
But she’s not listening, too caught up in the feeling of being filled to the brim by Namjoon.
He isn’t sure which of them he wants to be more, whether he wishes he were balls deep in her or that Namjoon was fucking into him with just as much force.
He can see his cock bulging from her stomach as it sinks into her over and over until Jungkook’s head is spinning and his hand is reaching absently for his cock, which is quickly coming back to life.
“Daddy,” she moans, “Nice and slow, let our baby see how nice and deep your cock can go.”
Namjoon nods, grabbing her knees for leverage. Then, to Jungkook, he husks, “No need to touch yourself, baby. Mommy’s mouth is wide open, isn’t it?”
Jungkook’s heart speeds in his chest and he whips around to her to see her nod and stick her tongue out in silent invitation.
“Oh, god.”
The elder two exchange smiles before mommy is grabbing at his cock to guide him past her parted lips.
The wet warmth enough to have Jungkook hissing in pleasure. Her tongue is so smooth around him and the moans that reverberate their way up his cock are heavenly.
He keeps his eyes fixed on where their bodies join, watches the way the head of his cock catches on her rim, swollen and clearly too tight for his girth. He’s the apex of control, brows furrowed in concentration as he continues his rhythm without once faltering.
“See how- well momm-y trained him?” she pulls off to say, eyes brimming with tears and voice broken up by each thrust, “Gonna teac-h you to be- that perfect, to-o, baby- nng .”
“Mommy,” Namjoon says, “Can I k-kiss you?”
Jungkook doesn’t expect him to sound so broken. So weak when he made Jungkook feel as safe as he did not ten minutes prior. But there’s something about it, how eager he is for her command.
She hums in consideration and he chokes, “Please—”
“If you must.”
Then, he’s crashing down on her, hips still moving in dawn out, even bucks while he moulds his lips to hers and Jungkook’s not even mad because the sounds echoing through the room are so deliciously wet, between that of him slamming into her audibly soaked pussy and the sweet smacking sounds of their kisses he has to wonder if it isn’t enough for him to cum from the simple act of holding his own cock.
He only leans back to say, “Guh-gonna cum, mommy.”
“Alright baby,” she smooths his hair down, “Fuck me however you want.”
Before she even finishes, he’s jackhammering into her, pushing her up and down on the bed to the point where all she can manage is weakly placing a hand over Jungkook’s to tug at his throbbing cock.
She cums before he does with an ear shattering shriek. He watches in wonder as her eyes roll back into her head and her puckered red mouth drops open, unable to believe he’s about to get the chance to fuck her in mere minutes.
Namjoon doesn’t let up his pace, carries her through it until her lids droop shut and her muscles relax and she's murmuring, “Good b-oy, Joon-ie, let go- in mom-my, now. Le-mme feel yo-ur cum.”
She really has him trained. His father; his high ranking surgeon of a father, who is so assertive not only in his life, but at his workplace has been reduced to a perfectly obedient slave right before his eyes.
The second the words leave her mouth, his hips stutter and with a final thrust, he spills into her, trying to bring her back into his arms until she reminds him that Jungkook is waiting.
His palms begin to sweat in anxiety, disbelieving of what he’s about to do. Because being touched, even sucked off is one thing, but he’s about to. Well, he’s about to fuck his mother, who’s already stuffed full of his dad’s cum.
He’d go to a therapist over the way his cock twitches in excitement weren’t he so ashamed of what he’s about to do. He doesn’t know who to blame it on, either, because sure, in the beginning he was forced, even in denial perhaps? But now? What’s his excuse now?
He doesn’t have one, crawling between her legs as if in a trance once she gives a tired nod in his direction.
“I’ll take it easy on you, baby,” she hums, pressing a kiss to his eager mouth once he’s situated, “Since this is your first time, let you feel as good as you want, okay?”
Rather ominous statement, but he’s too busy lining himself up to pay it much mind, head spinning at the sight of his father’s cum oozing back onto his cock as he forces himself deeper. Her pussy clamps around him, hot and tight as a vice and oh god, Jungkook is in heaven.
He doesn’t realise he’s actually said it until she’s giggling just loud enough to cut through his haze. He isn’t going to last, not for a second, because the mingling squirt and cum clear on his own cock for him is too much to bear, too good, too arousing.
He can’t stop staring at the way it smears across his pelvis each time he bottoms out, takes his time to eye the clear stretch of her pussy. He isn’t long or curved enough to make the substantial bulge in her stomach like Namjoon had, but when he presses down, she mewls nonetheless, looking so beautifully wrecked under him.
“God, baby,” she breathes, “Already know how to fuck mommy so good, don’t you?”
“Yes, mommy,” and suddenly, saying is feels great, like it fits , or maybe her cunt is just that good. He throws one of her legs over his shoulder to better his angle, kissing and sucking at the sweet spot behind her knee, which she seems to like, stuttering, “Buck up, baby, right into mommy’s spot come on-oh god. Oh, god, Jungkookie, baby, right there. Treating mommy so good, aren’t you?”
“Y-yeah,” he pants out, trying his best not to blow his load in her like the virgin he is. He isn’t sure how, but he’s able to keep it under control. Is able to keep a steady pace within her, respond to her praise with no qualms, like he’s under some sort of spell.
That’s when he feels one of Namjoon’s hands, gentle on the small of his back and his lips on his jawline and he hears himself ask, “Can I kiss…?” awkwardly in her direction.
“As long as you keep fucking me,” she’s clearly too blissed out to maintain her demanding stance any longer, “As l-long as you feel good, baby, this is for you.”
Meanwhile, Namjoon’s taken to wiping the sweat from his brow, smiling dopily at his teeth, which are bared in pleasure, “You’re so handsome. Grew up so handsome, Kookie.”
Jungkook initiates it this time, sloppy and uncoordinated over his devolving rhythm inside his mommy.
It’s Namjoon that keeps his head still enough to lick into his mouth, suck at his thin bottom lip and make sure their teeth don’t clash too hard.
“Gonna cum,” he gasps into the kiss.
Namjoon just smiles, “Yeah? Gonna breed your mother, huh? Cum deep inside her cunt, right back from where you came?”
“Oh,” it’s too much and his hips start to stutter, “Mommy—”
“Namjoonie, rub my clit,” she blubbers, “So fucking close.”
He doesn’t even think to pull out, figures that by this point in time, if he wasn’t allowed to, that someone would have said something. Made him wear a condom.
But he’s so glad they haven’t. That he gets to feel her velvet walls without some stupid layer of latex in between, her slick and the cum left behind.
It’s at that thought that he finally speeds up desperately chasing his release using the blissed out look on Yoonji’s face to drive him over the edge.
His toes curl behind him as he stills, his own spunk adding to the mess inside of her and she clenches up, “You came.”
“Yeah,” he breathes, diving headfirst into her chest, effectively knocking Namjoon’s hand out of the way, not that it matters because it seems enough to set her off, whether it be the closeness, the feeling of added cum inside her or Namjoon’s additional stimulation, he isn't sure.
She whines this time, undoubtedly sore and overstimulated and it prompts one last rope from Jungkook’s cock.
Their heaving soon grows synchronised, skin prickling under Namjoon’s gaze as he runs his fingers down Jungkook’s back before maneuvering them onto their sides and wrapping himself around them.
His brain, now that it’s all over and he’s stuck between his two very naked and cum coated parents, is telling him to run, trying to get him to process the weight of his actions, how quickly he’d given in. He’s weak. He knows he’s weak, he knows he’s disgusting and that the situation he’s in is very, very wrong. He also knows that he was abused.
But… But what? He feels too good to complain, not when he’s being held as tight as he is. He feels so loved, so taken care of and comfortable and fucking her… god . Fucking her and kissing Namjoon had just—
Jungkook closes his eyes and shoves his face further into her chest, kissing the unblemished skin just to hear her hum.
He’ll deal with it later, if he ever has to.