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“Taehyung, meet Jungkook, my boyfriend.”
“Hello, Jungkook nice to meet you.”
“Jungkook, meet my son, Taehyung”
“Hello, Taehyung, a pleasure to meet you.”
There was something in Jungkook’s eyes when he shook his hand, there was something in his touch that left Taehyung pondering. Their eyes met and sparks flew all over. They could feel it, everyone in the room could. Except for his mother.
The way Jungkook’s eyes traveled all over his frame made Taehyung squirm. There was something dark in his eyes, and Taehyung always loved to play with shadows.
“Why don’t you guys talk while I prepare the table for us three?”
Her mother proposed with a smile, kind and gentle. She was so pure, Taehyung worried for her.
“Sure sweetheart.”
Jungkook, as she moved to hug him, wrapped his hands around her shoulder and kissed her forehead all while his eyes burned into Taehyung’s form.
“Well I would like to know more about the beloved son my girlfriend was talking about.”
Jungkook says with a smile, the thin lips curving around and showing off those teeth, there was something so charming about Jungkook he made even breathing look attractive.
Taehyung’s heart raced when the man walked towards him, his cologne invading his senses. He felt dizzy with how manly Jungkook smelled, fresh. His shirt stretched over his broad chest and showed off his pecs, the fabric over his biceps was pulled taut. But his eyes landed on the arms, strong and veiny, marked in raven ink.
The hands looked rough and big. He gulped when Jungkook put them in his pocket and stared at him with a little smirk. The button on his chest was undone, showing off the milky skin. Taehyung tried to avoid the forbidden waters but the siren was calling for him. Too tempting.
“And I would like to know about my soon to be father my mom was gushing about.”
Taehyung somehow found his voice back, his confidence was a facade. when it’s taking all of his self-restraint to talk normally with a sex god standing in front of him was put on its full limit.
Taehyung loved playing with the shadows, the siren’s form was too bright, too tempting, and no shadow could hide him very well.
Jungkook's eyes glinted when he found the tremble yet vivid desire in Taehyung’s tone. He had always loved challenges. And he’ll make sure he wins this one because god is it taking all his sanity to hold himself back and take every inch of Taehyung from him til there’s nothing left? After all there’s a reason he married Iseul.
“You seem eager to establish a relationship, too eager to have me in your life Taehyungie?”
The words slipped off Jungkook’s tongue like melted butter, his hair fell in front of his eyes as he tilted his head a little. The muscles on his neck are flexing and Taehyung needs to stop watching the pale skin and wondering how it would feel under his touch. Will it be soft? Or it’ll be rough just like how Jungkook looks.
He’s not left pondering long when a skilled finger hooks his chin and tilts his face up, a flush crawls up Taehyung’s cheeks and he blushes under Jungkook's scrutinising gaze. He looks attractive not only because of his age because Taehyung always had an interest in older men, but because his one hand is still in his pocket and his other with all the ink embedded in his skin is touching his face.
The finger is rough, he can feel callous and he gulps, watching Jungkook’s eye travel from his lips to his chin and following the motion of his neck. Taehyung is not a good boy, far from it actually; so his eyes do a little wandering of their own and admire the pale white skin and the shirt stretched around his best because his pecs are big and muscly. Taehyung’s eyes threaten to roll back when he imagines if Jungkook has abs. He bet the older does. Despite his age, the older maintains a perfect physique and bulked up frame rivaling the bodies of many models out there.
“My eyes are up here sweetheart. ”
Taehyung snaps out of the daze and is pushed right back into it when his eyes meet Jungkook’s. There’s something about his eyes, like that of a siren, always calling him into the deep forbidden waters, making him want to jump straight into them and let darkness engulf every inch of him…
And Taehyung doesn’t know how to swim.
The meal was great except for the fact that Taehyung couldn’t swallow a single bite. The food was surely delicious if his mother made it, but his eyes kept getting hooked on the older male who managed to charm him in just a few moments. There’s something about the look in Jungkook’s eyes. He watched Taehyung the whole time his mother didn’t have eyes on him, he ate while looking at Taehyung, he ate like he devoured Taehyung. his body was warm all over, there was the feeling of tickles all over his skin. His body reacted to Jungkook’s gaze strangely. If he were not sane, he’d question if Jungkook is even human to have such an effect on him.
After that day Jungkook frequent visits increased. At this point, Taehyung suspected he was living with them more than in his own home. But the thing is he doesn’t have much to complain about, because every time Jungkook came, he stole one of his heart beats. He always looked at him with those dark eyes and Taehyung would feel the skin float off his skin. The permanent flush on his skin whenever Jungkook was around, he feared Jungkook would think he had some kind of disease or skin condition.
But Jungkook always managed to meet him alone, and talk sweetly with him, every time he called him ‘Taehyungie’ he felt a flush creep up his neck. He always dressed so prim and proper. Black pants, shirt tucked in with top buttons undone to show his muscly chest, biceps prominent under the clothing, and the strong veiny arms with embedded ink on them. He made Taehyung’s inside run hot with his appearance alone.
“Looking good today Taehyungie.”
Taehyung hears the voice which never fails to give him butterflies behind him. A little too close to being decent but he’s not complaining.
“Planning to meet someone today as you can see.”
Taehyung purrs, there’s a teasing note in his voice that does not go unnoticed by Jungkook, he squints his eyes with a smirk looking at Taehyung’s frame. Plush ass and trim waist accentuated by a plaid skirt and an underboob crop top. Taehyung’s tits are plush and big, they look fluffy and Jungkook is really just a deranged man with a dick.
“And who is this ‘someone’ if I must know dear little one, after all I’m going to be your father and I can’t have some asshole breaking my sweet one’s heart.”
The terms of endearments make Taehyung flush beet red. But the possessiveness in Jungkooks voice makes his insides purr.
“Well let's keep that one for when you become my father.”
“Is that so?”
Jungkook says and Taehyung’s breath hitches when Jungkook walks in front of him, trapping him in between himself and the counter, his breath catches in his throat when Jungkook doesn’t stop and presses his body closer to Taehyung. Until his front is flushed, pressed to Taehyung. He’s so close that Taehyung can inhale his manly cologne and feel his strong chest on his breast.
“Aww Taehyung I’m hurt that you don’t consider me your family yet.”
Jungkook mocks, voice breathy on Taehyung's ear, and his hot breath makes Taehyung’s skin tingle. He starts breathing a little harder but he can’t go down without an answer so he speaks.
“Why do you sound so eager? Are you that desperate for me to call you daddy?”
And when Jungkook hears the sultry voice of Taehyung saying daddy he blacks out and growls, he slots his thigh between Taehyung's legs and his hands sink to the lithe waist. Taehyung gasps and throws his head back, Jungkook’s nose following the path from his collarbones to his throat, the sweet vanilla scent stirring his cock inside his pants.
A whine leaves Taehyung's lips when he feels a rough hand gropes his tit, the digits spreading around the thick flesh and squeezing the mound roughly, Taehyung imagines the fingerprints from the rough handling and his thighs squeeze around Jungkook’s thigh.
He can’t help himself from grinding down on the strong muscle when another hand comes up to squeeze both his tits, the tingling sensation in his breasts increases when Jungkook pinches the middle of his tits with thumb and index finger, successfully finding his pink nips. The hot breath on Taehyung's neck increases until he feels a wet muscle licks a stripe from his neck to his jaw. A squeak escapes his lips when he bites on the tender flesh, a pink hue spreading on his skin, darkening each passing second until the hot evil mouth leaves the poor abused flesh.
Jungkook leans back to have a proper look at Taehyung, he looks dizzy and a hot mess. He wants to devour him whole, god he wants to have him all for himself. The things he will do Taehyung.
“Jungkookie, could you please help me take this down?”
They both startle at the distant voice of Taehyung’s mother, Taehyung’s scrambles away from him soon, adjusting himself and pushing Jungkook away in the process. Jungkook isn’t hurt, far from it. There’s a smile on his face because he knows he cracked Taehyung. And a few more blows before Taehyung cracks under his pressure.
“Coming sweetheart!”
Jungkook calls back watching a pink Taehyung turn around before squeaking when Jungkook winks at him from the kitchen and runs away.
The person he’s going to meet still remains a mystery but Jungkook doesn’t care much when Taehyung is carrying his mark on his neck, anyone he’s meeting will see it and know he already belongs to someone.
Perhaps Jungkook should’ve been smarter, perhaps he should've known that Taehyung would have someone. Perhaps he could've done something now.
Instead of sitting here with a smile on his face while there's a whole internal war going on inside his head. He can't believe Iseul never told him, when he asked her why she brushed it off saying she might've forgotten but Jungkook isn't convinced. However, he can't pressure her much on this conversation or she'll be suspicious of him.
Taehyung is getting married. He was actually engaged even before Jungkook and Iseul started dating and Jungkook doesn't know how this information escaped him, for all he knows this will cost him a lot and his whole plan would go down the drain.
But he doesn't worry much, after witnessing the crack in Taehyung's will, he knows he can have Taehyung whenever he wants. Doesn't matter if he's actually married or not.
The boy has come to meet Taehyung, and Taehyung is sitting beside him with a smile. Jungkook smirks when he remembers how ruined Taehyung looked the first time he touched him. He remembers Taehyung's lewd expressions when he couldn't stop himself from grinding on his pussy on his thigh.
Jungkook hadn't touched Taehyung obscenely after that and he can see Taehyung is growing restless as the day passes, he has been touching Taehyung teasingly for the past few days.
a touch on his exposed waist, fingers grazing his neck, getting all up Taehyung's personal space, walking around shirtless, and working out in the open. Oh he knows Taehyung wants him to corner him and have his way with him so he can play the role of damsel in distress and wouldn't have to feel guilty about willingly cheating.
But Jungkook would make sure Taehyung comes to him first. He wants Taehyung to enjoy the unethical guilty pleasure of cheating on his husband.
“So when’s the wedding?”
He asks with a smile, Taehyung who was talking to his fiance Seo Joon startles while the other smiles back at him. Jungkook can see Seo Joon is a nice man with a decent job, too bad his luck isn’t that great that he got stuck with a pervert life partner.
“Oh it’s next week. I just wanted to come here and discuss some arrangements with Taehyung and how he’d like things like decorations, etc.”
Jungkook coos and watches Taehyung nearly sweat a bucket from where he’s sitting.
“That’s very sweet and considerate of you Seojoon. I’m counting on you to keep my son cherished”
Jungkook says in a light but firm tone, he can watch Seojoon stiffen a little at his work before he smiles.
"Of course, sir. I wouldn't disappoint you. You can always ask Taehyung if he's happy with me whenever you'd like."
And Taehyung feels sorry for the boy because /Jungkook/ would be the one keeping /his Taehyung/ happy, no one would need to do that.
"Oh don't worry about that, I'll make sure to question him from time to time."
Jungkook looks at Taehyung and he loves it when the younger adverts from his gaze.
“Is he treating you well Taehyungie?”
“Hmphh hmm ahmmm.”
Jungkook doubts Taehyung would be able to form any sentence when he’s impaled on his fingers and a hand covering his mouth to muffle his moans.
It was his wedding day and he was all ready to walk down the altar. Everyone was outside preparing for the wedding while Jungkook was having a ‘father and son’ talk. Taehyung’s wedding gown was lifted up for the better access to his pussy.
His eyes were teary from the stretch from Jungkook’s thick fingers and the skilled motion of in and out. The filth whispered from Jungkook’s mouth into his ears was making him wetter, his mascara was ruined and he looked. And Jungkook hadn’t doesn’t anything other than get his hands on him.
“Oh, you poor little thing.”
Jungkook coos at his pussy, Taehyung was slammed on the makeup table and his dress was lifted up to show his pussy. The big palm sealing his mouth shut was warm. And Taehyung was dizzy when Jungkook pulled his fingers and massaged the red hot flesh meticulously.
“Hmmm hmphhh mhhhh!”
The only thing he could do was roll his eyes back when Jungkook pushed the skilled fingers back inside in a swift motion, the skin pouring from his pussy was filthy.
“Look at you Taehyung, such a perverted son. Cheating on his husband on his wedding day. Getting your pussy to feel good by your own father. Aren’t you ashamed?”
The pearly tears fell from his eyes and Jungkook watched in awe, it was enticing how Taehyung could look so sensual while weeping from pleasure, he knows Taehyung doesn’t feel an ounce of guilt, he’ll always succumb to the pleasure Jungkook gives no matter what.
“Look at me baby.”
Jungkook commands, the table shaking with the furious motion Jungkook is finger fucking his stepson.
“Remember this sight of me between your legs. Don’t let that worthless piece of nothing touch you. I found out he did and you’ll know who you belong to and trust me Taehyung.”
He punctuates with a harsh slap to his pussy when the big palm comes down on the sensitive cunt with a wet smack, making Taehyung scream into his hand and cry tears an overwhelming amount and Jungkook questions the force when Taehyung’s legs start to shake and his frame starts to tremble.
“You don’t want to know?”
He shoves his fingers back inside and commands Taehyung to keep his eyes on him, watching with a questionable fascination as Taehyung gets ruined beyond repair and cums on his finger. The ink embedded on his skin gets darker with Taehyung’s juices on it. He licks his hand to have a taste and groans.
Has half the mind to shout at Iseul when she knocks on the door to call Taehyung, but he calms himself. They have a long way to go and Jungkook wants to savour this journey as much as he can, he knows Taehyung enjoys getting his pussy wet behind his husband’s back and Jungkook won’t lie, this is the most excitement he has gotten in most of his life. He can have it easy but he enjoys the rush of complications.
He makes Taehyung sit up and cleans his face with fresh wipes, he knows Taehyung looks best without any makeup, his natural face is better than any artificial looks, and no matter how much he wanted he couldn’t let Taehyung walked into the aisle looking like he just got fucked.
But he did enjoy walking Taehyung down it while Taehyung clutched into his strong hand dearly, the one he bore his nails into not 2 minutes ago because he had his father’s fingers in his pussy. His legs shaky from a recent orgasm Jungkook thoroughly enjoyed watching and feeling it. He made sure to tell Seojoon Taehyung is shaky because he’s nervous which the other was a little worried about.
Jungkook pities that man.
The next time Jungkook met Taehyung was when Iseul was sick.
Taehyung had come to meet her but after she went to sleep, Jungkook took him to his room, not a few minutes Taehyung Taehyung was in Jungkook’s bed, naked, legs thrown over Jungkook’s shoulders while he pounded his cock into his sopping wet cunt.
“Agh J-Jungkook fu-fuck ahhh!”
Taehyung felt the thick stretch of Jungkook’s cock in his pussy, it was unusual, not like his dildos at all, they weren’t this thick and Taehyung wondered if Jungkook was even human. Seo joon has fair share of getting to fuck him after their marriage, but the thing is no matter how much the poor man tries he just can’t get to satisfy Taehyung. An average dick with average skill and taehyung always liked extravagant things, so no matter how much his poor husband exerted himself, pushing himself to continue till 3rd round and barely managing to make him cum –courtesy to Jungkook, whom Taehyung had imagines in order to reach his peak– Taehyung still couldn’t feel a fraction of what Jungkook makes him feel. Which is like drowning in the depths of the darkest of waters with a siren’s song echoing in his ears, too entranced to save himself and just letting himself sink to the bottom where neither his husband nor his mother’s voice could reach.
He couldn’t care to think about any of that when he was busy getting fucked into the sheets.
He tried to muffle his moans knowing his sick mother was just in the next room. But Jungkook’s cock repeatedly hitting his sweet spot made it harder for him to keep it down.
“Don’t hold yourself back Taehyungie, let daddy hear you. Your mother is asleep don’t worry about her”
Hearing Jungkook being called ‘daddy’ while he fucks his cock in and out of his pussy looking like a sex god all sweaty and breathy, his muscle stretch and flex when his hips snap forward and Taehyung feels tingly so much, its making him devastatingly pleased.
He can feel Jungkook’s cock twitch inside him making him moan.
“Ahhh fuck daddy, pleaseee, hnggghhh it-it feels so good hnnnnnggg. Fa-faster please ohhh just like that daddyyyy!”
Any other time Jungkook would’ve found it cringy but now with Taehyung spread underneath him, skin flushed pink and sweaty as he bounces up and down the sheets with the force of each thrust and little moans slipping out of him every time Jungkook’s cockhead brushes against the sensitive spot inside him and the teary eyes shedding pearly tears.
Jungkook thinks he’s going to burst a nut and he groans. Bends down to cover Taehyung’s trembling form with his own and kisses him all wet and messy, tongues rubbing together. He smirks when a whine escapes Taehyung’s lips as he’s impaled on his stepfather’s cock even harder.
His finger comes in between to rub on the perked up clit between his stretched labia and fucks his cock deeper, feeling Taehyung’s thighs tighten around his waist he thinks Taehyung might’ve orgasmed. The spasming glove Taehyung’s weeping cunt makes Jungkook and before he knows it, he’s shoving his cock into Taehyung’s cunt deeper and shooting his load of thick warm semen inside. Taehyung whines and twitches underneath him from being stuffed.
“What are you doing here?”
Jungkook says slowly when he sees Taehyung in his office, the younger had paid him an unexpected visit but Jungkook is not complaining at all.
"Well, I wanted to surprise you."
Taehyung says with a pretty blush on his cheeks and god just kill Jungkook, how does he even have someone so precious with him.
"Argh you're going to be the death of me little one, c’mere baby lemme see that pretty face of yours."
Jungkook groans, pushing his chair back from the table and reckoning Taehyung towards him, spreading his legs wider when Taehyung skips towards him with a boxy grin.
Jungkook holds himself back from instantly bucking his hips up and grinding into that pussy when Taehyung plops himself snugly on his lap.
But groans all the same when /Taehyung/ is the one to grind on his cock with a whimper.
"D-daddyyy."
There's his whiny baby and god did Jungkook miss him, he doesn't hold himself back from thrusting up into the clothed pussy. He muffles a groan into Taehyung’s neck but the younger whines freely near Jungkook’s ears. His cock twitches in his pants, rapidly hardening and Taehyung doesn’t think twice before grinding into the bulge.
It takes exactly two minutes of a hot and messy makeout session with lots of saliva before Taehyung is slammed on Jungkook’s work table, all the files and papers pushed down on the floor in haste, Jungkook can regret it later when he’s finished with Taehyung, that is /if/ he ever does.
He didn’t think he could ever get /that/ hard when he found out a bright red vibrating dildo shoved up Taehyung’s pussy, filthy wet snug inside his sweet little thing’s pussy and god the way Taehyung made whimpers and those tiny lewd noises when he pulled the huge thing out of his cunt. The sight of Taehyung’s cunt clamping down on nothing and pulsing for /something/ to be put inside made Jungkook go feral like a rabid animal whose only thought was to get his dick in Taehyung.
He doesn’t think he had any blood left in his brain or body, it all travelled down to his cock pretty quickly when he bent Taehyung on his table and had his way with him.
The satisfaction of pushing his girth inside the juicy cocoon made Jungkook’s cock twitch and swell up. Taehyung whines and whimpers all the same but the drool on his table and Taehyung's eyes rolling back in his skull so hard told Jungkook the filthy little whore enjoyed this a lot.
“You just want my cock huh? You little cheater.”
Jungkook growled, palm coming down harshly on the pale skin of Taehyung’s plush ass, and watched it jiggle deliciously. The filthy wet noises of Jungkook’s cock fucking in and out of Taehyung’s pussy and their privates slamming together with all the body fluids Jungkook didn’t think he could hold it any longer.
All it took was Taehyung clenching around him, moaning high-pitched in his deep voice and pushing back on Jungkook’s cock, ass bouncing on Jungkook’s crotch as he fucked himself on his step father’s cock. Oh how delicious the stretch was, it was so deep and it made Taehyung feel so full all thoughts escaped his mind and all he could think about was how stuffed he felt.
Even more when Jungkook shot his load inside him with a whine and Taehyung's leg shook, the thick warm semen sitting heavy inside his uterus made Taehyung whine, he wanted more and more, couldn’t get enough of his father’s dick. His pussy sucked the pulsating cock in with hunger, making Jungkook hiss. Taehyung wasn’t done, he was insatiable today. He has been desperately trying to orgasm, even after fucking himself on his longest and thickest dildo he couldn’t make it happen, and the only person he could think of was Jungkook.
Jungkook made a noncommittal sound, groaning at Taehyung’s pussy desperately sucking in his cock, he flipped him over and hoisted him up. Taehyung squeaked but readily wrapped his legs around Jungkook’s waist and his hand automatically wrapped around Jungkook neck to support himself.
“W-what? Where are you walking?”
Taehyung’s voice was scratchy and hoarse from all the loud moaning he had done, and the sweaty dazed look on his face told Jungkook Taehyung really wasn’t in or out of it, the only thing in his mind would be cock right now and he wasn’t far from the truth at all.
“Shhh just trust me baby, you’re going to love this.”
Jungkook pushed him onto the nearest wall when his back hit the hard surface Taehyung moaned, he couldn’t believe Jungkook has this much stamina and energy to fuck him on a wall after their first round.
He doesn't have enough time to process the further actions when he’s soon impaled on the deliciously thick and long shaft. His eyes bulge and his mouth falls open in a silent scream, in this position Jungkook’s dick reaches a position it has never before.
“Ahhhhh dadyyyyyy fuckkkk ahnnnn this oh god- fuckkk your cockkk ahhh da-daddy! It’s sooo-ahhh it’s souhhh goodd fuckk, harder ahnn make me cum, please, Taehyungie wants to cum so badly but couldn’t! Ohh fuckkk yess ahhh but couldn’t souh– ahhnnn please, soo came to daddy.”
Taehyung winds his hands around Jungkook’s neck pulling him closer, their lips move in tandem when Taehyung licks into Jungkook’s mouth hotly making him groan, he lets Jungkook suck on his lips, he loves the feeling of tingle in his lower belly when he kisses Jungkook. With now so close to him Taehyung can smell his perfume and it makes him whine even more, the cock pulsating in his pussy pulls out halfway before Jungkook thrusts up instantly, the rhythm is so lewd Taehyung head roll back, giving Jungkook access to his neck who wastes no time in licking the pale white skin into his mouth, smirks at the thought of Taehyung’s husband seeing it after he’s done ruining Taehyung.
He hoists Taehyung’s thighs above his arms and Taehyung is seriously very impressed and turned on by Jungkook’s sheer strength and stamina, his pussy clenches around the thick girl before Jungkook adjusts him a little, unconsciously pushing his crown into the sweet spot making Taehyung moan loud.
“Now princess, eyes on daddy, watch him fuck like a little whore cheater you are and make you cum on his cock.”
Taehyung wouldn’t have found the words hot but not with Jungkook between his legs, clothes dishevelled, and expressions dark, he can only think how hot Jungkook looks and he gives in.
Eyes on Jungkook hands supporting his weight, Taehyung bites his lips and rolls his eyes back when Jungkook starts giving him bottom shots, pulling his cock all the way out before abruptly shoving it in, in this angle, Taehyung feels even more stuffed and with Jungkook moaning and groaning right by ear Taehyung feels the heat steadily coil in his gut, Jungkook’s cock head digs into his sensitive spot with each thrust, he feels his a mouth descent upon his breast which shake with every thrust. Jungkook sucks into it until Taehyung is moaning and biting down on the sensitive swollen nipple harshly, til Taehyung is gripping his hair and trying to pull him off. He leaves the poor abused nub and sucks on another breast while fucking Taehyung rapidly, his hips move furiously when he feels his balls drawing up, his cock swells up inside Taehyung’s womb and the thought of impregnating Taehyung’s sweet little womb makes the heat snap inside him.
His balls tighten between his legs before they shoot the cum inside Taehyung’s urethra, implanting his seeds deep inside the little cheater’s womb, the tight little pussy milking his cock til the last drop of cum is sucked in and he’s reminded of how Taehyung’s pussy is equally greedy and Taehyung.
He slowly thrusts a few more times to ride out his orgasm and feels Taehyung’s thighs shake around his waist before he’s creaming his cock, wetting his dick with his juices and Jungkook feels the pussy pulse around his sensitive dick.
They make out for a few minutes and Jungkook pinches the swollen sensitive nipples, making his little one whine. As Jungkook might’ve guessed which turned out to be the actual case, Taehyung was not satisfied with the second round as well.
Jungkook ended up laying him on his work table and get his mouth on that sweet little pussy, Taehyung was so sensitive baby couldn’t stop crying and squeezing his daddy’s face in between his thighs, and Jungkook thought death by suffocating between Taehyung’s thighs might be the best thing to be written on his tombstone.
They were interrupted by Iseul calling which Jungkook mistakenly picked up, but ended the call the next moment, he doesn't care if she heard someone moaning or not, he can convince the gullible woman easily, and he has an inkling that even if he were to cheat on her face she would act oblivious because she wants to be with him that desperately.
After tonguing the sweet little thing till he squirted on Jungkook face until Jungkook’s refractory period was over, Jungkook impaled Taehyung on his cock /again/ on the couch made his stepson ride his dick while he spewed filthy bullshit about Taehyung cheating on his beloved husband and wrecking his mother’s home, but he knew all too when that Taehyung loved it when the sopping wet cunt clamped on his cock all the same and squirted around it like a bitch in heat.
“Jungkook what the fuck is this?”
Iseul shouted at Jungkook when she saw the mark on his neck, Jungkook stiffened and walked towards the mirror to see a few marks on his neck.
/ ahh his baby left his marks behind /
He admires them for a few seconds realising they were marks from Taehyung from their today’s session.
“These are nothing, baby, some mosquito or insect bit me i guess? I don't know. I’ve been in my office all day long.”
That wasn’t a lie, he had been in his office all day long, just busy fucking his wife’s son.
“Yo-you’re lying, you are cheating on me. You were sleeping with someone behind my back.”
She screams in his face, there are tears in her eyes and all Jungkook can think of is how beautiful Taehyung looks with them.
“Baby, why would I do that when I have you?”
He says with a gentle tone and hugging her, successfully manipulating her when she hugs him back, he spews some more lies to keep the relationship going even if he can end it now, the only reason being his little princess who gets her pussy pathetically wet at the concept of cheating on their spouses.
He smirks when he realises that Seojoon might've been accusing Taehyung of cheating right now with all the marks he has left behind.
He’s proven right when not minutes later Taehyung barges inside their home crying, Jungkook will praise his baby for such an amazing act later. Jungkook makes sure to act all tough and angry and shoo Seojoon away from their apartment and warn him to come back a week later. The man looked pathetic begging for Taehyung’s forgiveness for misunderstanding him and everything when he in fact was in the right. But he doesn’t have much time to spend on him when he hugs Taehyung right away and shushes his cries.
Jungkook watches Iseul from the corner of his eyes as she awkwardly looks at them before walking away.
He knows she knows.
He knows she won’t do anything because she’s pathetic and desperate like that.
He knows Seojoon knows Taehyung is cheating on him too.
He knows Seojoon won’t do anything because he’s no different than Taehyung’s mother, too desperate to be with Taehyung.
He smirks when he realises that the situation turned out exactly the way he wanted.
Taehyung drowned, the shadows descended, and the siren sang beautifully.
