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Ever since Jungkook came back from university for his semester break, all buff and covered in tattoos and piercings, Taehyung has been on the edge. The fact that Jungkook hardly covers his upper body while inside the house is driving Taehyung mad.
All Taehyung wants is to reach out and touch him— wants to trace the chiselled abs all the way down to Jungkook's v-line, feel how Jungkook's thigh flexes under his touch. Wants to do things that are so wrong and filthy in reality but it gets him all hot and bothered.
Taehyung knows how wrong it is.
How wrong it is for Taehyung to have such sinful thoughts for his own son, his baby that he has birthed. And poor Jungkook, oblivious to all dirty thoughts his mommy has towards him, has been clingier since his return. Finding all the excuses to cuddle up to his mom, laying in Taehyung's lap and asking for head massages. And it would all be fine but Jungkook's adamant on remaining fucking shirtless.
What Jungkook also does is work out in the backyard while insisting that Taehyung sit with him because he missed his mommy.
And that's how Taehyung finds himself ogling at his son's back muscles, watching them tighten and flex as Jungkook lifts the weight, the sweat making Jungkook's skin glisten.
He watches as Jungkook makes those sinful expressions as he exerts force to get a particular stance right or whatever. Taehyung clearly isn't interested in the exercise, he's more so focused on how these expressions would make him feel when he is up close, under his—
“Precious? All good? You seem a little lost.” Jungkook speaks up from where he's standing, equipment now on the floor.
And yeah that's new — the “precious”. Taehyung had enquired as to why Jungkook had stopped calling him mom, to which he had replied how mom didn't come close to what Taehyung meant to him. And yeah that shit went straight to ignite the fire Taehyung was so desperately trying to put out.
“I'm good, baby. Its just that the sun's making me a little dizzy. Finish up and join me back for dinner, okay?” Taehyung replies with a smile.
Jungkook blows him an air kiss which Taehyung promptly catches and places it on his heart. It's been their thing since Jungkook was a baby and now he's grown to become a man who's too fatal for Taehyung's weak heart.
Inside, Taehyung tries to focus on making dinner for his family, the keyword being “try”. He's so distracted that he doesn't notice a presence behind him
“Hey.”
Taehyung startles, causing the ladle to strike harshly against the pot.
“You scared me, love.” he says, hoping that Jungkook doesn't catch on to his wavering voice. Jungkook moves forward, hands placed securely on Taehyung's waist and leans in to whisper
“Well, you do seem to be zoning out quite a lot these days, precious.”
This is too close, too intimate for Taehyung's poor heart. He feels his heart beating out of his chest but before he could form words to complain, a kiss lands on the part of his shoulder that remains uncovered by the robe.
“Jungkook, go away and let me finish up the dinner, please.” Taehyung groans, trying to keep his perverted thoughts in the depths of his mind.
“But you look so beautiful, so pretty,” Jungkook mumbles while nuzzling Taehyung's neck. He helps Taehyung to turn around so that he's facing him.
“And Lord, you smell like daisies. All I want to do is lay —”
“Jungkook,” Taehyung replies weakly, placing a hand on his son's chest, noticing how the pace of his heart mirrors Taehyung's own.
With whatever courage Taehyung gathers, he pushes Jungkook, making him stumble backwards.
“I have a meal to prepare, Jungkook. Go wear a shirt if you're about to lurk in here.” Taehyung states rather harshly, moving away from Jungkook's presence.
The sullen look on Jungkook's face goes unnoticed when he makes a way towards his room.
But the surprisingly obedient act didn't go amiss by Taehyung
Jungkook huffs out a breath when he enters his room, immediately falling on top of his unmade bed.
What was he thinking and why doesn't he have a fucking filter. He curses under his breath and gets up to cover his naked upper half which his mom so sternly pointed out.
His mom. His precious. His Taehyung.
He made him feel all kinds of emotions— from the butterflies in his stomach to the warm stir in his lower abdomen.
Taehyung with his boxy smile and caramel eyes that exudes warmth of that of a golden hour.
Jungkook was so so gone for Taehyung. He was in love with his mother and the scary part was that this thought didn't disgust him. Rather, it made him happy for there is no one else that loves & understands Jυηgkook like Taehyung does.
And Jungkook will do anything to make Taehyung his.
...
Days pass like this— the tension between the mother-son duo heightening to a level so much so that a brief eye contact or fleeting touch would create sparks that in reality could blow the place up in flames.
Taehyung was so frustrated, sexually more than anything else. He needed to get the irritation fucked out of his system.
Jungkook has gone out with his friends to a club nearby and Taehyung takes this as an opportunity to get intimate with his husband. That's why he gets all prepped & ready for Junghoon and waits for him in a silk robe that barely covers his breasts, nipples showing prominently
When Junghoon arrives back home he's more than happy to see his wife serving him dinner in a poor excuse of a robe. Time flies by and both of them frantically chase each other's lips, movement conveying desperation. Junghoon's well built and Taehyung takes full advantage of it & jumps into his husbands arms as they hastily make way to their bedroom
In the heat of the moment, the door remains half ajar.
During early years of his marriage, sex with Junghoon had been great but as they got older Junghoon became more focused on his pleasure, his release than focusing on Taehyung's pleasure.
That was about to change today.
Soon both of them were a moaning mess and Τaehyung was trying extremely hard to not let his mind stray to a certain doe-eyed menace.
The fact that his husband and his son have similar eyes did not help at all. Taehyung felt hot. The thought of Jυηgkook fucking him almost made him come. He's close and so is Junghoon, his movements becoming more sloppier. Τaehyung's been on the edge since weeks — touching himself didn't even come close to the stretch his pussy was feeling right now. And he wasn't about to let Junghoon leave him high & dry. With a little whining and persuasion he convinces Junghoon to switching positions —Taehyung now riding him in reverse cowgirl position.
The couple was so lost in pleasure that the sound of the door opening was unheard.
Taehyung's spilling out the most sinful noises at Junghoon's praises when suddenly his eyes snap open and land on a figure standing at the door.
Jungkook's face is red, eyes dripping venom as he watches his mom ride his dad's dick like a starved being. The urge to get the fuck away from his parents bedroom is intense but the way his mom's eyes are fixated on him doesn't let him move.
So, he stays. Watches as his mom picks up pace, hefty boobs moving along to the rhythm.
Watches his mom come with a broken sob, eyes fixed on Jυηgkook and fuck, he really wants to taste Taehyung.
His mom. /His/ precious
He turns around and moves towards his bedroom. The image of his mom getting pleasured will be stuck in his mind for days to come.
Τaehyung on the other hand can't believe that his son saw him in the most vulnerable & distraught state. The fucked up part being him taking pleasure in letting his son watch how good he takes a dick.
And if Jungkook doesn't act on it soon, Taehyung might have to do it himself
...
It's not as if Jungkook is oblivious to the palpable tension between him and his mother. He is very well taking notice of how Taehyung has started to wear clothes that leave nothing to imagination, talking to Jυηgkook while casually showing off his cleavage
But he's stretching it out on purpose. He wants Taehyung to lose his fucking mind, wants to unravel his mommy and make him his own.
...
Jungkook has devised a perfect plan and he really hopes it works as he lays the girl on the couch in the living room and immediately climbs on top of her.
Taehyung had gone out for grocery shopping and according to Jungkook's calculation would be back in less than 30 minutes
Jυngkook slowly starts leaving open mouthed kisses all over the girl's body, who thankfully is very reactive and loud. At some point the shirt comes off of the girl and she lays there naked, her nipples hardening under Jυηgkook's touch.
Jυηgkook hears the front door click open but makes no effort to move his mouth away from the girl's breasts.
And then there's a loud shout.
“Jeon Jungkook! Cover up right now!”
Although it's a struggle to get covered quickly, Jυηgkook's glad that Taehyung caught them before things could get more heated. He apologizes to the girl and sees her off.
The silence in the living room is deafening. Taehyung was now seated on the ottoman near the couch.
Jυngkook's waiting for something, anything. He's waiting for Tαεhyυηg to speak.
“What the hell, Jungkook?” Taehyung spits out, eyes dripping with venom
“Out of all places you chose MY living room for fucking?”
“Mom, don't be crude. We were —”
“Zip it Jungkook. Literally shut the fuck up.”
Well, that was unexpected. Jungkook did expect Taehyung to be jealous but this, this was full blown rage.
“Mom”
Taehyung charges forward and kisses Jungkook on the lips.
The kiss was far from being sweet. It was desperate, frantic hands aching to touch each other's bodies.
Jungkook, though initially shocked by his mommy's bold gesture, took control of the kiss and picked Taehyung up and pushed him against the wall. The kiss gets broken as both of them try to catch their breaths.
Taehyung holds Jungkook's face so tightly that he feels his jaw ache.
“You, fuck— don't call me mom. I'm your Precious. And,” he heaves a sigh, “this body, this heart, this dick of yours is all mine, got it?”
And Jungkook is elated. He can't believe he actually was able to make Taehyung his own.
“I'm yours, if you're mine, precious.” He manages to voice out.
Taehyung pats on his son's bicep and Jungkook immediately puts him down.
“I love you more than anything, baby.” Taehyung whispers, lips finding their way in Jungkook's.
Jungkook kisses him back with as much fervour as the words “I love you more, Precious.” spill out from his own mouth.
...
Taehyung sits down with a sigh, placing the breakfast on the table.
Truth be told, he's extremely annoyed with the fact that Jungkook has not fucked him yet, only engaging in intense makeout sessions which have him craving for more.
He coughs a little, making Jungkook look away from his phone and towards him.
“All good, love?” Jungkook enquires, eyeing Taehyung curiously.
“Yes, baby.” Taehyung speaks up, a smile adorning his face. “Can you please pass the cream?”
Jungkook passes him the can of whipped cream without much thought, unaware of the plan that is cooking up in his mothers mind and shifts his focus back to his phone.
Taehyung's mutt of a husband is barely at home, completely unaware what's brewing between his son and wife.
And Taehyung relishes in the secrecy of it all
Slowly he rakes up his leg on the table, lifting the robe up to fully expose his pussy —pink, wet & glistening with slick.Without wasting much time, he places the nozzle of the can directly near his pussy hole & squirts the cream inside.
The action makes him whine and in turn makes Jungkook look up.
Fuck. Jungkook's fucking gone.
Watching his mom squirting cream inside his cunt makes him lose all the sense of rationality.
Jυηgkook lets out a frustrated growl and a moment later is seated right in front of Tae's pussy, cream oozing from the hole.
He dives right in, tongue plunging into cream-filled cunt, curls his tongues so expertly, Taehyung hurries to grip Jυηgkook's hair.
“Fuck, baby. So good, so fucking good. Fuck your mommγ like this baby, eat mommγ out.”
Jungkook holds Taehyυng's quivering thighs apart, tongue reaching depths that has Taehyung seeing stars.
With a nudge, Taehyung pushes his son back who looks at him quizzically
“I was close,” Taehyung breathes out, “want to come with you inside me, want you to breed me full of babies”
Jungkook curses, gets up, and kisses Taehyung hard on the mouth, “Fuck, Taehyung. You've got such a dirty mouth on you.”
“Shut me up then. Make me your bitch.”
Jungkook lurches forward and picks Taehyung up, making way to his parent's bedroom.
He flops him down and starts peppering kisses all over Taehyung's neck, purple decorations littered all over like a necklace. He traces Tae's body with his tongue, leaving kisses at as many places he possibly can, extracting giggles from his mother.
“So beautiful, so pretty.” Jungkook rasps out, letting his breath trickle Tae's ear.
He moves his mouth to Tae's hardened nipples and sucks on each of them, imagining how delicious his milk would taste. With a pop, he lets go of the nipples to get Tae out of the poor excuse of a robe and removes his boxers as well. Taehyung's breath hitches, it's the first time he's seen Jungkook naked ever since he's grown.
Jυηgkook's big, bigger than Junghoon is and this is gonna hurt.
That thought is enough for Taehyυng to let out a broken moan.
“Jungkook,” he purrs “if you don't put your cock in me right this instance, I'll fuck Junghoon in the living room and make sure you fucking hear every moan.”
That somehow does the job.
Jungkook grabs his chin and tilts it up, eyes locking with Taehyung's
“You are mine, okay? All mine. Mine to fuck, mine to use and mine to love. Don't you dare think about anyone else, Tae”
Jungkook inserts a finger in Tae's cunt, pushing the leftover cream inside. Tae clenches around his fingers, urging him to put in more and Jungkook happily complies.
Two fingers increase to four making Taehyung squirm around like a bitch in heat.
“kook, fuck me right now —” Taehyung moans, “I'm ready.”
Jungkook gulps, the reality of it all dawning upon him. He's about to fuck his mommy and he's so fucking happy. He strokes his cock, precum smearing all over the shaft, and lines it up with Tae's cunt hole. He brushes his lips with Τaehyung's and kisses him, tongue swirling around in the wet cavern and sliding in. The motion breaks out a sob from Taehyung, who clenches around the thick member so hard that Jungkook has to hold himself back from pounding into him and ripping his cunt apart.
Taehyung encourages Jungkook to start moving. And Jungkook takes the opportunity to completely enter Taehyung's pussy, warm walls instantly engulfing him.
“Fuck, precious. You're so warm, so wet for me.” Jungkook speaks up, fucking into Tae slow and hard.
Taehyung lets out the filthiest of noises, his fingers digging into the flesh of Jungkook's shoulders. Taehyung feels his pulse quicken, legs finding a home on Jungkook's waist as he bucks up, vision fading to black. With a stutter, Taehyung squirts, liquid splashing on Jungkook's abdomen and wetting the sheets under them.
Jungkook presses their foreheads together as he slams his hips harder, chasing his own release.
“Inside. Want your cum inside.” Tae mumbles, oversensitivity taking over him, “Want your babies.”
Taehyung's words bring him to the edge, cum spilling inside Tae's cunt. Jungkook drops his body on top of Taehyung, trying to catch his breath.
“Get up you big baby, the room reeks of sex. Gotta change the sheets too.” Taehyung groans.
Jungkook rolls over to move to the other side and grabs Taehyung by the waist.
“Na-uh, gimme cuddles first.”