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"And then I swear he looked at me!" Jungkook gasped, eyes wide.

There was a chorus of giggles from the large, pink room as pretty girls gushed to eachother wearing cute little nightsuits in all kinds of dainty colors, their cheeks flushed with the flustered affect of the moment and between all of them, sat a very pretty doe eyed boy who all but giggled along with a dainty little hand waving around in a brushing manner.

"You're so pretty, though! I would look at you too." One of the girls bit her plump lips as she offered a subtle yet sly look over to Jungkook, amused.

Jungkook loved sitting with his little group of girlfriends. Especially when they hold such thrilling sleepovers like these where they gush to eachother about boys and gossips about other people— whatever so they wanted and it was such fun that he sometimes hopes it can last a little longer.

"Should we watch a movie next or maybe paint eachother's nails?" A pink haired girl bit her lip out of not being able to choose between the two and waited patiently for her pretty friends to answer her. And Jungkook himself would love to watch a movie while being snuggled together in blankets but that's for the later part, just before sleeping.

It's much more fun that way.

"I think we should paint our nails first. We can watch a movie later." Jungkook prettily grinned and told just not the strawberry haired one but all of them but while offering a convincing face that none of the could simply refuse.

"Okay but I'm feeling very hungry right now! We should get some snacks too, if that's okay." The same girl pouted.

"I'll get the nail polish and maybe uh—" A brunette got up from the bed with much hassle, almost tripping over the bedsheets once they got stuck around her feet, "Googie can get the snacks for us?" She suggested, thankfully on her feet when she turned to Jungkook.

Jungkook didn't even think about the statement much, perking up visibly. "They're in the kitchen, right?" He asked with the shiniest, big eyes, expression almost clueless.

And obviously, the girl who's house they were hosting in knew it was mostly directed at him and she nodded at her pretty little friend. "Uhm. Just check the cabinets on the right." She answered shortly.

It wasn't very long before Jungkook shuffled off the bed while the other girls readied the place for their usual manicure event of shining eachother's hands as they wished so. His cute little flimsy shirt threatened to slip off his pale shoulders as he made his way out the large room, looking around as it was pretty much dark before skipping off towards the stairs giddily.

He knew the ways around the house as this wasn't the first time he's ever been today his best friend's home. It's almost an everyday thing for him or his friends to maybe hang around eachother's houses for as long as they wished and so much so that even their parents didn't seem to mind at all.

When the first time that Jungkook visited here, Soyon (his friend) wasn't home and he was a little saddened by it when her father opened the door to tell him so. And he was expecting to just be told to leave but much to his joy, Mr. Kim, his best friend's father invited him over instead of making him leave.

Oh, Mr. Kim was so nice! A little scary sometimes with how tall and handsome he was but he was so nice to pretty Jungkook and Jungkook alone. He wouldn't really pay attention to the other girls who visited by all the time but whenever he saw Jungkook— his eyes lifted up with joy seeing the pretty little boy.

He would offer Jungkook food and maybe some other snacks with a very charming smile. And even tell Jungkook how pretty he looked today. And oh, Jungkook couldn't help but blush all the time with how deep Mr. Kim's voice was and he was just so, so handsome! It was slightly embarrassing how shy and flustered he got around his best friend's father but it wasn't his fault.

Mr. Kim was almost— well, you could call him Jungkook's secret little crush.

With how his little heart would beat so fastly whenever the older man would notice him was just so— much. And he would sometimes come by with just the fantasy of getting complemented or maybe noticed by the handsome man who looked so, so young for his age.

He even wore such pretty outfits for the handsome man to see and complement. Wearing his best pretty skirt and stockings to show off until he got a praise from the older— getting all shy and squirmy afterwards.

And he was also so keen on going downstairs to get some snacks because maybe Mr. Kim would be around and he would get to talk to him for a few minutes. Jungkook had a little smile on his face as he reached the end of the stairs, eyes immediately searching for the kitchen but before that, he looked around for a very particular man in sight.

But much to his disappointment, the older man was nowhere in sight. The whole living room was silent aside from the faint squeals and giggles from upstairs and that too of his girlfriends but other than that, he was a little saddened that Mr. Kim wasn't here. He actually wanted to maybe say a small hi or maybe something...

Maybe he fell asleep? Jungkook thought with a sad pout. Pretty lips puckered. It was after all pretty late. Almost 12 at midnight. And even so, he was a working man too.

Jungkook made a sound at the back of his throat as he discarded the very pleasant idea of meeting the older man to the side and instead, he made the decision to sprint towards the kitchen hurriedly, opening the first drawer that came into sight and then another and another until he found the little bundle of snacks that Soyon's father probably bought for him.

He hummed happily as he picked the wrinkling wrappers up, a little caring of the sound he makes as he stuffs all of them into his arms while his cute feet shuffle on the ground nervously.

"Fuck."

Jungkook looks up.

He was a little startled in his spot because the very audible noise had almost made him drop the snacks in his arms. What was that? He knew it was someone's voice but he wasn't too sure about it as he halted in his spot to catch it again.

And this time, there was a groan.

A very deep and husky one that came through one of the doors and Jungkook very well recognized the voice— it was Mr. Kim! Oh, he was awake! Jungkook almost shook with happiness as a toothy grin lingered on his rosy lips. And he never dropped the snacks in his hands but never forgot to shut the drawer with his knees, walking foward.

His steps were very silent and subtle as he shuffled foward, giddily so because he very eagerly wanted to talk to Mr. Kim ever since he came here but before he couldn't really talk since his friends practically dragged him upstairs without any remorse.

The snacks made a sound in his hands when he reached the door that happened to stay ajar just a slight bit— almost as if inviting for Jungkook to peak in and the doe eyed boy did. He shyly neared the door with much hesitancy in him, not knowing to whether just burst in or maybe knock—

"Fuck, baby." 

Bad words! Jungkook almost gasped prettily with the most surprised face. Mr. Kim was saying bad words!

The innocent little thing neared the door even more to peak inside just a slight bit so that he could very visibly see through the gap between the door,

And oh, his pretty cheeks went a very dark pink.

Jungkook could see from afar that Mr. Kim was seated on the very edge of his bed, head thrown back while his jaw was clenched in such a hot way— but what baffled him the most was the way one of his large hands kept jerking at his fat cock in such a pace, pants zipped open while the roomed echoed squelching noises.

Jungkook's eyes zeroed onto the very impressive girth— cheeks burning as he couldn't turn away from watching Mr. Kim touch his own cock like this. Rubbing the girthy, fat length up and down with closed eyes— the tip oozing with a whiteish liquid that Jungkook couldn't figure out.

What was he doing?! Jungkook wondered but he knew that he was not meant to see Mr. Kim like this. It felt so wrong watching him like this with his private parts out! 

And that too when Jungkook was directly staring at hung cock with a flustered face, staring at the way Mr. Kim's hands rubbed so desperately at the veins, fisting his own cock as sweat dribbled down the sides of his head. Looking so handsome while doing such a vile thing, his shirt almost fully unbuttoned to reveal his flawless yet muscular body, cuffs rolled up just like everything until his elbows,

Only to reveal those strong, brawny arms of his. Toned at the perfect spots.

And the way how hot Mr. Kim looked while doing something that was so unknown to the poor thing. While the other grunted; moaned so lowly in his throat. His voice alone sending shivers down Jungkook's spine and even so,

Jungkook felt something throb between his plush thighs.

He doesn't know what occured it but he did gasp out loud at the sudden yet strange feeling, quickly covering his mouth afterwards because his little noise had seemed to reach Mr. Kim with how the older man slowly turned his head down, dark eyes snapping towards the door causing the younger to give another squeak, heart almost giving out.

And the best thing Jungkook could think of doing was to just run away. Before Mr. Kim could catch him in such an embarrassing position, the cute little thing took off towards the stairs with a frightened heart.

Yet so oblivious to everything as he made his way bach to his friends with ragged breathing.

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Jungkook spent the whole night awake.

Well, not really since he did squeeze in some sleep sooner or later but what really kept him awake when everyone was fast asleep— his best friend's father.

Last night's encounter was very strange for Jungkook. The poor boy layed quietly in his bed cute pink bed all night, contemplating whether what he saw was real or not.

Mr. Kim touching his- his— prince parts.

Jungkook squealed into his pillow with flushed cheeks. Oh, my, my— he doesn't even why Mr. Kim was doing that. Was he in pain? He did sound like that with all the groaning and the faces he made but Jungkook knew absolutely nothing and he couldn't even tell anyone with how awkward the situation sounded in his head.

Jungkook bit his lip. Where he layed on his own bed now with a pillow clutched to his chest— ever since that night, he's feeling a bit strange as well. And not even normally— his princess parts felt so, so weird since last night and it was worrying the poor thing so much.

Ever since he returned from the shocking event of catching his best friend's father like that, his poor little pussy had been throbbing ;tingling so much that he had to squeeze his poor thighs every now and then to stop it. Rubbing them together, whining when it felt so wet between them and he couldn't even do anything about it because it was just so, so foreign to him.

And now he was so afraid to even go to Soyon's house. She had called this morning regarding on why Jungkook had left so early without even informing his friends about it and he thankfully had used an excuse of his mother wanting him home earlier than usual (even if that wasn't the case). When in reality, the poor twenty year old was so confused with his own mind.

"Jungkook, baby, eat your food. It's going cold!" 

Jungkook snapped out of his little trance, mouth agape with big doe eyes which immediately looked down at the coldening steak, "Sorry, mommy." Jungkook bit out with a lick of his lips, almost clicking his tongue because he ruined his pretty lip gloss accidentally.

"Are you alright, darling? You've been quiet the whole dinner." His mother asked in concern after noticing her son's lack of participation when usually he's brimming with absolutely joy and excitement to them. And so, it was worrying to see him like this.

Jungkook didn't look at his mother yet. Fighting inwardly whether to tell her how he was feeling or just shrug it off. His mommy was very nice and understanding to him— maybe she'll understand?

"Mommy, may I ask you something?" 

"Oh, ask away, sweetheart. Don't be shy." His mother crooned out with a gentle smile.

"Can you take me to the doctor tomorrow?" The doe eyed boy asked in a meek voice.

And at her son's sudden request— the woman blinked in surprise as she dropped her fork in her plate gently. "The doctor? Why? Are you not feeling well?" She gushed in with the questions almost too abruptly and Jungkook was expecting this. It was very normal.

Jungkook shook his head with the softest pucker of his glossy lips. "No, mommy. I've been feeling a little s-strange." 

The woman's worries has seemed to deepened even more and she left her own seat to near her son. "Why, Jungkook? Tell mommy what's wrong?" She softly asked while placing her hands ontop of his shoulders to which the boy seemed very hesitant to answer because how was he supposed to answer her now? 

He can't simply just tell her what he saw or what was happening to him. And so, "I- I've just been feeling sick, mommy. I don't know why but can't you please just take me to the doctor?" Jungkook said as he fiddled with his pretty skirt out of habit, bambi eyes looking so pleadingly at his mommy that the older woman couldn't find the heart to decline.

"Oh, alright, baby. Don't worry. I'll book an appointment right now." She cooed out while her hands brushed Jungkook's pretty hair back, "You'll feel better in no time." 

Jungkook hopes so.

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Jungkook sat nervously on one of the cold seats of the hospital waiting room, hands on his lap and slightly sweaty because of how much anxiety thrilled through his veins in just a few seconds of his each breath. His only comfort being the idea that his mother sat by his side— it was right after the day Jungkook told his mother that he felt very weird but never where because it was very embarrassing for him, if he was honest. He was so thankful that she brought him here without any further questions and currently, they were oustide of a waiting room with a rather impatient Jungkook who's only worry would be having a disease or something like that. 

He fears for the worst. And to further stir the tension in him, a nurse suddenly stepped inside from one of the white doors, smiling at them politely, 

"The doctor will see you now." 

Those words were haunting for Jungkook. And the very familiar yet uncomfortable scent of hospitals always did leave a very empty feeling inside him but regardless of that, hospitals were always scary for the poor doe eyed boy. Everything about them was just so— terrifying.

Jungkook's mother was the first one to stand up, graciously waiting for Jungkook to do the same before they scurried off towards the office; checkup room— whatever you would prefer to name it. But Jungkook liked to name it the checkup room as his mother always tells him.

But before he entered,

"Only the the patient, please." The nurse cut in before his mother could pass through the doorway causing his mother to frown.

"But he's my son. I was the one who booked the appointment." She defied in return.

And Jungkook watched as the nurse made a very apologetic face. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we only are prohibited to let the patients inside as requested by the doctor. Family members are requested to wait outside."

This wasn't a very big deal since Jungkook's been to checkups by his own before but since this was a little new to him— he had questioned his mother to bounce along but he doesn't really have a problem going in alone. Besides it's just a checkup.

"I can go alone." Jungkook said while cutting into his mother's worries.

"Oh, you sure?" 

The doe eyed boy only nodded, smiling at her as he joins in with the nurse through the doorway.

And as they entered, there was a very neatly done bed right in the middle with various machines here and there, tables with syringes, utensils and other medical equipment placed as well as sanitary equipment, whatsoever you would find in a hospital room but what really baffled; shook Jungkook to the core was,

"Good morning." Taehyung smiled.

Jungkook gaped. His breath almost giving out.

What even— his best friend's father was his doctor?! The man who's behind; who's the reason why Jungkook is here was his doctor?! The pretty little thing couldn't even function right as he very baffedly took a seat right infront of the said man, heart thundering in his chest at the sight.

But alike the younger male, the older was equally surprised— well, amused after seeing.

And while he was amused— Jungkook's mind decied to flash him images of last night's events so suddenly that Jungkook almost turned on his heel and ran out if it weren't for the older man nearing him.

"Jungkook." The older man offered a mischievous expression, "This is surprising. Seeing you in my office today." Taehyung laughed from where he stood by the one of the desks with a file in his large hands but after seeing his latest and very well known little patient— he dropped the said papers onto the table lamely while averting all his attention to Jungkook. 

Whereas Jungkook was having a crisis of his own as he watched the very charming man approach him from afar— taking in his good looks with how he had his hair slicked back so neatly with just a few strands falling upon his forehead. Shoulders so broad and strong looking in that white coat he wore while his face was just like everytime—

Sculpted finely and very attractively— brows thick while his jaw was sharp and chiseled, lips a bit plump of fullness while his skin had a gorgeous tan glow.

And oh, the way he grasped Jungkook's hands into his and pulled the smaller into a very friendly embrace left Jungkook's poor heart almost leaping out of his chest. And god there was that feeling again,

Right between his thick thighs, his poor pussy throbbed in need but it was so unknown to him that he almost forgot to return the embrace back.

"So?" Taehyung merely pulled away but Jungkook could still mell the scent of fine and expensive cologne with the very hint of his own musk and it was such an attractive scent to him. "You're here for a checkup, am I right? Your mother called in early for a very urgent examination." 

Jungkook only shook his head, very abruptly so to which, Mr. Kim hummed in consideration.

"Have a seat, please." He signed towards the medical table and shuffled off the way to let Jungkook pass.

And between all of this, Jungkook's poor heart kept pumping so fastly as he took a seat ontop of the chilly, stiff surface of the very clean medical table as the older doctor had requested and suddenly the back of his naked thighs felt so cold that he almost yelped out of surprise but thankfully kept it in.

While Taehyung grabbed a clipboard in his hands, he approached Jungkook again. "Alright then. You mother stated here you've been feeling unwell lately." 

unwell;

Well, he supposes. But not quiet unwell but rather strange in a not so good nor too bad sense because he doesn't really know what it is. It isn't painful in anyway, though but to just avoid opening his mouth infront of Taehyung and messing up; embarrassing himself infront of the handsome— Jungkook nodded at the said words.

"Unwell how?" 

Oh, that question. Jungkook feared it the most but he knew he had to answer it sooner or later and here it was— right in his face and that too asked by the man who had caused it all in the first place. But how did he deal with it?

Jungkook became a stammering mess. "U- Uhm, you- you see, it's just like this..." He fumbled between his words with much struggle and especially when Taehyung's bored into him with an expecting look in them.

"I- I've just been feeling a bit ehm— weird." The doe eyed male meekly told, hands a bit shaky in his lap but he was a bit at ease when Taehyung gave an assuring smile.

And Taehyung never said much and only pulled a questionable face. "And where have you been feeling this exactly?"

oh, the questions keep getting worse.

Jungkook's felt his ears burn. And at that, his whole face felt so hot in just single moment. He thought he had prepared himself for this conversation but it's just so hard talking to Mr. Kim about this so shamelessly even if it's strictly professional.

"Down there..." Jungkook whispered with flushed cheeks, eyes wide with fright but his voice was way too low for the older man to hear.

Taehyung neared himself a bit. "I couldn't get that, Jungkook." And to further send Jungkook into a heart attack, he leaned his head down to hear the boy better.

Jungkook swore he almost fainted right there ontop of the medical table but he knew to answer the older man— but he just couldn't bring himself to do so.

I- It's embarrassing to say, M- Mister Kim.." The younger's bottom lip unconsciously jutted out and he sniffled so cutely , hands fisting and wrinkling the fabric of his skirt out of nervousness.

And Taehyung? He cooed.

The thing was— he knew. He was absolutely and completely aware of everything.

Kim Taehyung wasn't really the moral and oh so righteous man that he convinced everyone to be. Oh, no, far from moral and righteous— you would could name him so many things despicable, immoral— whatever comes in the sense of being a not so good man.

He knew Jungkook was a very good friend of his daughter's. The cute boy visits almost everyday not that all of Soyon's friends don't visit but he noticed that a particular doe eyed one drops by almost every single say of the week and stays a pretty long time— even never forgetting to greet Taehyung wherever he was.

Giggling and blushing while he excitedly waved at Taehyung and the older man couldn't help but grow a little fond of him. With how cute and shy he was, squirmy around Taehyung and just so flustered with everything the said man does.

It was all so amusing yet very obvious.

He noticed how Jungkook wore his best attires everyday— face dolled up already as he tucked a pretty stand of his hair back with a dainty hand while batting his eyes at Taehyung— skirt swaying so prettily, feet crossed inwards as he told Taehyung how good the food was and how much of a goof chef he was.

And Taehyung thought, what a little bundle of absolute sweetness.

He never grew fond of any of Soyon's friends, ever. He rather found it a tad bit tiring how he hears loud squealing from upstairs all the time but he found out somewhat cute whenever Jungkook would visit by. Shyly greeting him while trying his best to avoid his gaze. 

It all so painfully obvious. Taehyung had unconsciously become a little puppy crush of his daughter's timid little friend who couldn't even talk to him without squirming. 

"I won't be able to help you if I don't know, Jungkook." Taehyung faked a concerned face.

Jungkook flushed a deep shade, if that was even possible but whatever so, he still was very hesitant on telling Taehyung where he was feeling so strange but he knew had to in order to feel better— after all, Mr. Kim was a doctor. He had to trust the man. And so, he rose up into the older's ears with a trembling body,

"M- Muh princess parts don't feel good, Mister Kim." 

princess parts. Taehyung almost stiffened; stilled right there with what he heard.

Jungkook was that innocent? He was so baffled to hear that he even couldn't properly address his genitals without feeling like he was on fire.

But, Taehyung recovered, clearing his throat as his lips twitched. "Does it hurt down there?" 

And he could see the pretty pink cheeks glow on pale skin as Jungkook gnawed on his bottom lip while looking away. "N- No— just um— fee's so wet down there. And I thought it was p- pee but it isn't. And- And  tingles so much down there— dunno know what's happening, Mister Kim." Jungkook's eyes threatened to go glossy.

Taehyung knew to be careful.

This poor boy was so, so unaware. So fucking innocent that he didn't know about a mere turn on. He was so hidden away from all that knowledge, his mind protected so terribly from vile thoughts that he didn't even know why his pretty pussy was so wet and all— tingly. Taehyung almost cursed under his breath.

He wanted to just coo at Jungkook. To call him a naive little thing who would fall into any trap set for him. God, he was so obvious to everything. He probably only thought that kissing was the best part when gush so prettily about men to his friends during their little sleepovers.

Knowing absolutely nothing about what they would do to his pretty pussy when he's finally under them. And oh, would that be a sight. To have such a pretty boy under you— crying and weeping with big eyes.

Taehyung couldn't be careful— not now.

"I see." He said, eyes twinkling a very mirthful glint.

And he placed the clipboard away onto his desk before shuffling away towards sanitary equipment placed onto the many tables but he reached for the very needed item that he desired— grabbing it.

"I'll have to run a very quick examination." The older man told while he pulled so many things out in such little time. "I can't say anything without taking a look." 

a look?! Jungkook's eyes widened ever so more.

"L- Look?" He sputtered in so much fear.

"Don't worry. It won't be long." Taehyung smiled, hands raised in the air as he slipped a pair of white latex gloves onto his large hands.

"B- But— you will look— d- down there?" Jungkook squeaked out, swallowing thickly afterwards.

And it just stirred the sadism in Taehyung even more. "How else am I supposed to examine?" He mused out as he slipped the other pair on, slapping it on his hand with no struggle. Preening do devilishly in delight when the younger's worried face became a baffled one, his mind left completely speechless at the answer.

"B- But I can't let you see m- muh princess parts. Mommy told me not to let anyone look down there." Jungkook so innocently, almost mindlessly told Taehyung with quivering lips.

Taehyung's cock twitched. He swears he's so close to breaking his resolve of a calm and professional doctor.

"Well, your mommy meant other boys, Jungkook." Taehyung cooed, "But I'm not some other boy, now am I? I'm your doctor and I'm supposed to check down there to see if everything's okay. If you're healthy or not, hm?" 

"Otherwise, you might end up sick."

Jungkook didn't want to be sick. No, no— it was so scary being sick. He's heard so much about it. God, a mere fever leaves you so tired and worn out just imagine what other diseases would do to him. He won't be to meet his friends! Or Mr. Kim!

"I- I don't wanna be sick, Mister Kim." He whimpered so pleadingly with tearful eyes. "You can e- examine me down there."

Taehyung kept in the smirk that just wanted play at his lips.

"Such a brave boy, aren't you?" The older man gave a lame quirk of his lips as he shoved the useless items back into the drawers with gloved hands and oh, he loved the very glow on Jungkook's face at the give praise.

"Lie down on the med, please." Taehyung requested next while approaching the white- ish medical table that Jungkook sat on.

All of this was so sudden to Jungkook and laying down on this table was somewhat embarrassing for him— especially infront of Taehyung who very expectingly waited for him to do as told and Jungkook knew to not waster further more time and without any words— he nervously lays himself back on the cool table, hands fisted into his own chest.

And he felt those sharp, piercing eyes on him even more intensely once he did that, body awkward but Taehyung was there to guide him.

"Raise your legs." Taehyung told him but instead of waiting for Jungkook to do as tolf— he nears the pretty boy's legs and grabs the ankles of them to guide the other where to place them causing them to spread so scandalously—

They jolted close in Taehyung's hold soon enough, feeling cool air hit between his shaky thighs but the doctor didn't seem to mind as he was glad that atleast they were ontop of the table.

Taehyung adjusted his gloves again, eyes trying their best to not look at the pretty pink panties that peeked through Jungkook's skirt and he cursed at himself when he almost forgot to ask Jungkook a very necessary part.

"I'm going to need you to remove your panties for me, Jungkook." 

Jungkook quickly sat up straight again. Eyes wide alike before. "H- Huh?" He voiced out in a very clueless manner, hands beginning to sweat where they wrinkled the cotton of his cute little shirt. 

"Your panties. I'll need you to tame them off to continue the checkup."

Could this just get any worse? This was all so humiliating. Jungkook just wished he never would've asked his mother to come here. Oh— only if he could turn back right now— he stared at Mr. Kim with embarrassed eyes.

Never in his life would he be able to what was asked right now but really, he had no choice. And so, he made up his mind very quickly and his shaky hands reached right under his pretty skirt to lift and tug his panties off but his mind reminded him that Mister Kim was still looking at him!

"C- Can you look away, Mister Kim?" He prettily asked with a very hint of a pout, voice wobbly.

Who was Taehyung to refuse? But it was slightly amusing because whatever this request meant— in the end, Taehyung would be staring at his pretty princess parts soon enough but he looked away anyways for the poor thing's own sake and waited till Jungkook told him it was alright to look back.

He heard a few shuffling noises, a cute sniffle before a very timid little, "You can look now." From right behind causing him to turn around and see the pretty pink panties folded nicely and very neatly right ontop of Jungkook's lap.

"Very well, then." Taehyung muttered softly. 

And then Jungkook layed back again, legs on the brink of shaking when they rose up to be placed back on the tables edges yet again and when Taehyung neared him again, looking down at Jungkook with a mischievous gaze— he crouched down to be at the height of Jungkook's pretty pussy.

Jungkook's breathing quickened as he bit his bottom lip and it stirred him up even further because he was stark naked down there with Taehyung's face right infront of him so quickly. His heart never failed to thunder in his ribcage— his own heartbeat ringing in his ears.

"Spread your legs, please."

The pretty yet scared thing does as told, breathing so eractic as he slowly spreads his legs, shamelessly letting Taehyung's eyes finally rake over his pretty pussy— revealing the glistening mound and wet labia that was absolutely covered in slick, 

Taehyung kept a groan in. Fuck— prettier than what he had expected it to be. So, so pretty and pink everywhere as the hole clenched at him do temptingly, oozing more wetness out. And what made it even tempting was the way Jungkook's thighs shook out of fright for him, feet crossed inwards unconsciously ontop of the table.

Taehyung brought one of his gloved hands ontop of Jungkook's pussy, "Tell me if you feel any sort of pain when I touch." He said while and when his hands finally touched the wet skin of Jungkook's pussy, the boy gasped a very meek sound, cheeks blushing as the gloved yet large hand began touching him down there.

He began rubbing, staring right from the top to feel for any sort of bumps; an act just for the eyes and for the sake of his profession. He checked for any unusual here and there, fingers sliding up Jungkook's pretty pussy lips and the pretty thing felt so, so hot when Taehyung's large hand kept feeling him so frankly down there,

"U- Uhm—" Jungkook whimpered as he swallowed thickly and itsas all tolerateable how he kept leaking and leaking until the devilish man decided to rub his thumb down right at Jungkook's senstive little clitty.

Taehyung knew and very much expected the reaction when Jungkook gave a very loud and strangled gasp, thighs closing on the older's hand. 

"M- Mister Kim." Jungkook shakily breathed out,

"Did you feel any pain, Jungkook?" Taehyung smirked, hand still between Jungkook's thighs and to say he was so thrilled when Jungkook shook his head so quickly. "No.  F- Felt good." The younger admitted, and there it was again— the throbbing and needy sensation right where Taehyung had touched him.

Taehyung almost cooed. This must he so knew. The pleasure that suddenly went up Jungkook's veins— the poor thing probably never felt anything like it. Never even touched himself or his pretty clit, sex was way far for his poor untouched cunt. And yet there Jungkook was every night with his daughter, squealing about boys while knowing nothing about how everything works.

"This felt good, Jungkook?" Taehyung asked in a deep whisper, digging his thumb into Jungkook's clit again causing the younger to twitch so horribly ontop of the table, hands shooting down towards his closed thighs to grab at Taehyung's wrist while he gave a high pitched mewl.

"Y- Yeah— oh, fee's good. Feels so good. Don't know why—"  Jungkook's pouty lips fell open in a pleasured way when Taehyung's thumb never stopped its roughness on his cunt— digging and running so intensely much to the overwhelming feeling.

"Oh, you don't know?" Taehyung crooned softly while a grin lingered at his lips. "Didn't your mommy tell you about your little clit? Didn't she tell you about how good this part here feels for girls?"

The doctor's other hand came up to part Jungkook's thighs yet again, keeping it in place while he continued his cruel ministrations upon Jungkook's pussy, watching the younger's body jolt and squirm around ontop of the table, mouth open while heavy breaths left him.

"M- Mister Kim— oh, oh— it feels too much— hm—" Jungkook cried so sweetly as his feet curled further ontop of the table, hips shooting up in a pathetic way to maybe just try to remove to evil hands from his pretty pussy but Taehyung's grip on him never faltered and the older man preened as a devil would when watching sinners.

But then, the mean man stopped the pleasure with just a removal of his hand causing Jungkook's body to drop back down onto the table with a thud, panting heavily.

"That was your critoris, Jungkook. It's mainly a pleasure spot for women and feeling anything like this," He flicked at the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Is very normal. Nothing to worry about."

But Taehyung never waited for Jungkook to nod or register his words as he stared so shamelessly at Jungkook's pussy and then glanced up at the almost gone figure.

He used his thumbs to spread the pink lips of his pussy apart, cursing as he saw how pretty and so pink everywhere was but what caught his attention the most was the glistening wet hole winking at him through pleasure— Taehyung's smirk widened.

"Tell me if this feels painful." Taehyung muttered quiet unconsciously so, and without any warning or so— he slowly rubbed the very tip of his gloved finger on Jungkook's rims, making sure there's enough lubrication before slipping his finger right inside until he was one knuckle deep inside.

And he never failed to check Jungkook for any pain, looking up to see Jungkook's flushed face looking down at him with a nervous face and obviously felt the finger inside because he clenched on it so strongly— walls closing on Taehyung's single finger.

Inside felt very normal to Taehyung. Perfect temperature, perfect and very normal amount of lubricant— nothing out of the ordinary as he began feeling around inside as well, his finger shifting from place to place to press against the velvety walls not so gently and when it felt like Jungkook was way too tight— he added another finger.

"You feel like a very healthy boy to me, Jungkook." Taehyung smiled not so genuinely. His eyes holding a very despicable glint in them as his fingers kept wiggling inside of Jungkook's wet entrance.

"I'm a healthy b- boy?" Jungkook asked while his adorable little nose twitched in a mindless habit.

 Oh, it felt so good to have such long fingers moving around inside of him. Touching and rubbing against every part of his walls, curling deep within causing Jungkook to wince in pleasure but the heat never left his cheeks as lewd; wet noises echoed inside the room from the way Taehyung's moved a bit too fast.

"Very healthy boy." Taehyung agreed as he scissored his fingers inside of Jungkook's pussy, feeling the wetness on his fingers even when they were covered in latex. "Being so brave right now." 

Jungkook's heart fluttered. "G- Good too?" 

Taehyung's jaw ticked, a muscle tightening on his face and he swears his cock hardened against the material of his brown dress pants. "You're a very good boy, sweetness. Doing as told— boys like you deserve an award,  don't they?"

Jungkook would've perked up at those words if it wasn't for Taehyung holding him so firmly whole fingering his little pussy but his heart grew excited. An award?! Oh, he so awaited for the end of this session.

And soon, Taehyung felt like he had checked around enough and hummed as he stood up from his position causing Jungkook to close his legs almost immediately. 

"Are we done?" Jungkook asked with his head raised up and to say that Taehyung only shuffled closer towards the sanitary equipment before pulling out a very strange looking item out in his hands.

Taehyung gave an amused chuckle, "Not quite yet." He mused out while approaching Jungkook again and this time, instead of crouching down— he pulled a chair next to the table.

"I'll have to take a closer look. Now, this might feel a little strange for you." The older man warned as he slid himself between Jungkook's legs, spreading them as wide as pleases with the item still in his hand and Jungkook won't lie when he would be saying that the— thing did look a little scary.

"Will it hu- hurt?" He asked while feeling unsure.

And while Taehyung made sure the item in his hand— speculum— was clean and sanitary for the examination, he gave Jungkook a very comforting smile. "No. But you will feel slight discomfort but it'll be over soon. Dont worry." The older pulled and switched the examination table's light on so that it would help him see better.

The speculum wasn't really a necessity as Taehyung had already felt around for any guilties or bumps; whatsoever you would find alarming but to make sure of everything, the man had decided to run a  visual on Jungkook's cervical— just for the  assurance.

Taehyung's brows threatened to furrow once he brought the very lubricated speculum to Jungkook's prepped entrance, pushing it in gently and it was very expected when Jungkook's stiffened up at the cold feeling entering him slowly by slowly and only adding to the very unpleasant feeling.

"M- Mister Kim, it feels weird. I- I don't like it—" Jungkook whimpered softly with tears blurring his eyes as it just kept going in and in, feeling the stiff and bluntness of the item and it wasn't until the speculum was fully in that Taehyung brought a comforting hand to his pale thigh.

"I know. I know, baby. It'll be over soon, you'll feel nothing." Taehyung tried distracting the smaller with sweet talking him into things while he kept rubbing his thighs up and down while he stretched the speculum inside of Jungkook's clenching pussy, watching it go to the max level for his own joys, "You're doing so good, Jungkook. Just a little more and we're done."

The speculum had stretched Jungkook's entrance so much, it almost felt so cold down there as his walls ached to be closed down again but when Taehyung leaned his head down further with pinched brows, his throat bobbing up and down at the sight of Jungkook's insides.

Everything looked very normal to Taehyung as his eyes raked all over Jungkook's pretty pussy, focusing on his cervix for his own measures before bringing a finger near and he watched as it went inside without any resistance or ever so, anything in the way with how Jungkook's cunt was stretched.

"This a very healthy cervix here, Jungkook." Taehyung cooed in such moments while his forefinger played around with the cervix, feeling it to which it felt very healthy to him. "You've been taking such good of your pussy, haven't you?"

Jungkook shook ontop of the table. "M- M' pussy?" He questioned with no knowledge. 

Taehyung hummed as he nodded, "You have such a pretty pussy down here. Bet all the boys would love to kiss you down here, hm?" 

And oh, oh— Jungkook didn't want to kiss any boys! No, no— he only wanted kisses from Mr. Kim. Only his kisses, yes!! 

"B-But I don't want boys to kiss me..." Jungkook sniffled.

Taehyung held a grin in.

"Yeah?" He unconsciously shot back. "You don't want kisses on your pretty pussy?"

Jungkook's pussy throbbed again. "Wan' kisses but..." He bit his pretty lips with teary eyes,

"Wan' them from Mister Kim."

Oh, and did Taehyung groan. A low rumble escaped him as Jungkook said those words— fuck, he was oh so awaiting for the younger to just spit them out sooner or later for him to level up his plans for the pretty thing and oh god, now that he's said them.

"You wanted kisses from me, baby? Want them on your pretty pussy from me?" Taehyung cooed out and while he faced Jungkook, he began leveling the speculum put once that he's seen that Jungkook's cervix was as healthy as ever.

Jungkook nodded so eagerly. Wincing a little when Taehyung pulled the item out of his tight little entrance, leaving a slightly gaping hole behind that only oozed slick out.

"I- I do." Jungkook mumbled, squirming.

"Oh, do you now?" Taehyung laughed, a low raspy sound that sounded so attractive.

"Tell me, baby— am I the one who made you feel all hot and fussy?" He tossed the piece of medical equipment away onto another desk without any remorse, cock straining against his pants and the crotch having a very visible and impressive bulge to it.

The younger doe eyed male meekly gave a wobble of his lips, nodding so innocently again and very keen in his movements making the held back grin on Taehyung's face to break free.

"You're such an honest boy, Jungkook." Taehyung grinned while shaking his head, standing up from his seat. And Jungkook though, no other boy could ever make him feel like Mister Kim does. The way his heart beats so fastly against his chest and his blood pumps faster— Jungkook was so gone.

"Do you like me too?" Jungkook nervously asked and sat up straight ontop of the cold table, uncaring the way his sopping cunt rubbed against it.

How could Taehyung not? I mean— just look at Jungkook. Full of sweetness, adorable face even with such pouty lips that you couldn't help but want to kiss the pout off of.  A pretty little thing hidden away from the greys of the world.

Taehyung almost sighed.

"How could I not like such a sweet boy?" The older man mused out as he took his white coat off and discarded it to the side, rolling his sleeves up his toned arms infront of a blushy Jungkook after slipping his gloves as well.

And when he neared Jungkook more, almost leaning down— the pretty bundle of sweetness puckered his lips while closing his eyes so dreamily. He was about to kiss Jungkook!! Oh, my, oh my—

And much to his absolute joy, he felt Taehyung's large hand cup the side of his face, cradling it gently with an amused face.

"You want a kiss?" Taehyung mumbled lowly, so that only he could hear it— his thumb playing at Jungkook's plump bottom lip in a thoughtful way.

And then, he didn't even waste a single second before bringing his face near and attaching his own lips with Jungkook's very eager ones. It wasn't even surprising with how sloppy it was from the start, ofcourse, Jungkook had never kissed anyone before with the way he gasped into Taehyung's mouth, lips trying their best to move against his much experienced ones.

Taehyung took his first kiss. Oh, Jungkook's pussy leaked even more at the thought of such a handsome man taking his first ever kiss.

He placed his hands near Taehyung's shoulder while they kissed messily, more of, while Taehyung's lips absolutely ravished his with how fast they moved— kissing him so roughly causing their noses to bump time to time while the older placed open mouthed smooches against his lips.

And finally when Taehyung pulled away, leaving Jungkook to needily chase after him for another hot session while the oldet grinned down at the younger, licking his own lips.

"That your first kiss, baby?" Taehyung slyly threw.

Jungkook so innocently nodded with a hint of a smile playing at his mouth. "Uhm— never kissed anyone before." 

He was honest. He's never ever kissed anyone in his life— sure, he's had a few boyfriend's in the past but he never kissed them. They broke up way too soon to even develop— but that's the thing about boys that Jungkook doesn't like. Most of them aren't even genuine with him— it was almost sad to say that none of the males Jungkook dated ever felt genuine. 

Maybe that's why he's more into older men. They're more— mature? He can say.

And now he can gush to his girlfriends about his first kiss! Well, maybe not say with who since well, he's kissing his best friend's father but still— he can say it's a secret person who doesn't like to be named.

"M- Mister Kim— I feel so– so— hot down there. Fee' weird again—" Jungkook whined so prettily while he clenched his thighs together in need, rubbing them together to get rid of the tingly feeling right on his pretty pussy.

And Taehyung would never refuse to offer some help. "Oh, pretty baby— feels so hot in your pretty princess parts, hm?" The older man clicked his tongue in fake disapproval as he cradled Jungkook's face.

"Would princess like daddy to make it all better?"

princess 

Jungkook's heart gave the most magical butterflies. Mr. Kim called him a princess! 

"D- Daddy?" Jungkook noted out while gushing about the term he was called. "But you're Soyon's daddy. Not mine." 

Taehyung did feel a slight stab of guilt at the mention of his daughter but the way Jungkook called sweetly called him daddy overwhelmed the guilt soon enough and he placed his other hand on Jungkook's face to cup his face whole— cheeks squished by his palms.

"You can call me daddy too, baby. Since we're such good friends now." 

Jungkook pouted with glossy eyes. Hurt shining in his them at those words.

"F- Friends? I'm not Mister Kim's girlfriend?" 

Taehyung's brows almost jolted in surprise. 

his girlfriend? It was a cute thought if he was honest. A cute, adorable little girlfriend with the biggest eyes he's ever seen. A very adorable idea that he wouldn't really mind having if it wasn't for well, he doesn't really have a say in this with how he's already stolen Jungkook's first kiss but, 

Their age gap. Taehyung was almost what? Twenty? Fifteen? Years older than Jungkook— actually wait, Jungkook's around twenty and he's in his mid thirties. Thirsty six to be exact (yes, a very young father) which makes him seventeen years older than Jungkook. 

"You wanna be my little girlfriend?" Taehyung mused—chuckling through his lips softly when Jungkook nodded.

And he knew there was no going back. He had already kissed the actual mind out of Jungkook right here ontop of his table— in his office while his mother waiter outside thinking her son's probably going through a little, harmless checkup with a very trusted doctor that she had met many times. A doctor of much reputation—

"Daddy?" 

Taehyung blinked out— had he been thinking right infront of Jungkook? How very embarrassing of him.

"I- I feel very hot down there— s' tingling so much! Please do something."

This time, Taehyung never denied. Not that he ever did but he only stalled before but now— he brought one hand right between those pretty plush thighs which eagerly spread wider when they felt his hand reach towards the throbbing mound.

His hand muddled around, fingers spreading those pink lips before two of them placed themselves at the either side of Jungkook's clit and he didn't even warn the poor thing before he began rubbing it so roughly with his long fingers.

"Oh." Jungkook mewled so prettily while his eyes winced in absolute pleasure, thighs closing on Taehyung's arm as he shoves his face into the man's broad shoulder— panting into it so needily while his pussy gets rubbed so good, sparks of pleasure shooting up his groin.

"Feels good baby?" Taehyung breathed out, smirking while he stared down at the flushed Jungkook hanging onto him for dear life as his feet stiffened in pleasure, body twitching when it got too much and all in all— Taehyung's cock strained so painfully against his pants that he fears it'll rip at any moment with how sweet those pleas said in his ears were.

"Yes, yes, yes, daddy—hm, making me feel so much." Jungkook cried out, "Touching me so good, daddy— hnng, daddy." A high pitched and breathy noise left Jungkook's throat as he drooled onto Taehyung's shirt without any care, mouth open and jaw slack.

Taehyung hummed, wrist painting a little but he never cared, "What would your mommy think about you right now, Jungkook?" He mused out while his other hand reached towards his own pants to begin to unbutton them slowly, then unzipping the crotch of it to let his girthy, fat cock spring free.

"Hm— m' mommy— m' mommy?" Jungkook's brows furrowed as he tried to focus on those words,

"Yeah, baby. What would she think about her little girl after she sees you getting your pretty clitty rubbed by me?" Jungkook jolted on the table as Taehyung's rubs got faster, his grip tightening on the older's shoulder. 

"Hm? She probably think you're in here getting yourself checked but, look at you— getting your princess parts rubbed by daddy." Taehyung tutted.

Jungkook sniffled an adorable sound at the thought of his mommy barging inside and seeing him like this— naked from the bottom, Mister Kim's hand between his legs as he drooled so needily on the man with such slutty noises.

"Daddy." Jungkook weeped, eyes filled with tears.

Taehyung only cursed under his breath as his girthy cock sprang free from his pants— finally— and he never failed to begin to pump at his own cock while he rubbed Jungkook down there, faster and faster.

And upon seeing the grithy length — Jungkook's pussy throbbed in want as images of the night before flashed in his mind of how Mister Kim was pumping his cock just like now— groaning so hotly and deeply that his voice alone would bring tingles in his pussy and oh— 

Jungkook swallowed thickly.

"Daddy, daddy, wait— I- I think I need to go— I'm gonna pee! Daddy—" Jungkook suddenly begged as he felt heat coil in his groin, the sudden rush of something so overwhelming threatening to flow deep within him as he thrashed around, flailing as his body convulsed when Taehyung never stopped.

"N- Nuh, I'm gonna pee, I'm gonna wet muh- myself please daddy I need to go—" Jungkook's thighs shook and it was so embarrassing how he began to wet himself right infront of Taehyung— a strangled sound escaping his lips as he began squirting all over the place. Wetting everything in his way but thankfully, Taehyung was far enough to not get wet..

But he did enjoy the way Jungkook came all over himself just like the needy baby he was. Sobbing in pleasure and relief lief that he oh so begged for so much.

"Oh my god— I- I peed— daddy, s' dirty please don' look—" Jungkook whimpered which he tried to very uselessly hide himself away, hole clenching as he saw Mister Kim groaning while jerking his cock off at the sight.

And much to the ending pleasure, Taehyung stopped jerking his cock off with a very hesitant hand— he knew to not come just yet. 

"It's not dirty, Jungkook. That's how you orgasm." Taehyung told the younger while shuffling properly between his legs. "It's very normal for girls. You didn't pee."

"Didn't p- pee?" Jungkook panted, mind very fussy with the orgasm but he did see Taehyung nod. "Boys do it like this too?" He shakily asked next while curiously nearing the older.

Taehyung's cock twitched where it hung shamelessly between his legs— veiny and girthy as the sheer size of it made it hang from the weight. "No, baby— boys do it differently—" And then his eyes darkened very visibly. 

"Should I show you?"

And ofcourse, curious, innocent little Jungkook would nod so desperately. Curiosity running deep within him and his pure heart— not even catching Taehyung's impureness.

The older man grabbed at his cock, hissing as he began rubbing the fat length between Jungkook's wet pussy lips causing the younger to meekly gasp, looking at the lewd sight with bewildered eyes as Taehyung's cock fucked right between his pussy.

The fat tip rubbed and wet itself wit Jungkook's slick, brushing against the sensitive clit very slyly while it avoided the needy hole on purpose— the precum that leaked from it just fell and so erotically mixed with the rest of the slick, some falling right ontop of Jungkook's untouched hole.

"Fuck, baby. So fucking wet down here." Taehyung groaned and he didn't even hesitate as he aligned the tip with Jungkook's pretty hole— the younger very expecting but he never expected it when the older man slowly began inserting his cock inside his stretched pussy.

"Daddy's thing is gonna go in me?" Jungkook squeaked as he felt the fullness slowly by slowly settle inside causing him to clench down immediately. "B- But it's so big— s' not gonna fit."

"Daddy will make it fit, baby." Taehyung's jaw clenched as he buried himself to the hilt, balls deep inside of Jungkook's virgin pussy and the walls felt so warm— clamping onto his cock for dear life.

"Hm— so big. I feel so full, daddy." Jungkook mewled, cunt filled up so well.

Taehyung only halted for just a second, being generous enough to let Jungkook adjust before he pulled his cock out all the way before thrusting right inside so roughly that Jungkook gave a keen noise, walls clenching harder.

"Pussy's so fucking hungry for cock, isn't it?" Taehyung spat out, his hands gripping at Jungkook's hips as he began thrusting inside the smaller male— beginning right at the faster pace, veins popping in his neck at the pleasure.

Jungkook moaned so prettily at the fullness, feeling Taehyung's cock reach his deepest parts and what brought the most heat onto his body was the thoughts that Taehyung was inside of him. Oh, oh— so deeply inside of him that it felt so good when the blunt tip dug into his walls do deliciously.

"Daddy, daddy— fee' good— more, more, please hm—" 

Jungkook squealed as he got pounded into the hospital table— Taehyung's hips coming down into his sloppu cunt again and again until there was very loud squelching noise echoing inside the room that only consisted of his squeals and Taehyung's low groans as his skin slapped with Taehyung's. 

"More? You want more, baby? You want me to pound you harder when your mother's standing right outside, huh?" The older gritted out, his hand slapping at the skin of Jungkook's thighs and when he decied that wasn't enough— with a single hand, he began to unbutton at Jungkook's ruined shirt.

And it wasn't easy with how the younger's body kept bouncing up and down but he managed to do as he desired soon enough— opening the front of Jungkook's shirt to let his pretty little tits bounce free from the cute little pink bra he wore.

"Look at these little tits. So pretty, hm?" Taehyung kept moving his hips with skillful intentions, cock moving so fastly and deeply inside of the younger as one of his large hands pushed the cute little bra with bows down, only to see Jungkook's small tits bouncing so lewdly for him.

"M' boobs— daddy likes them? Hm, hm— love daddy." The younger slurred out while his body bouncerd up and down ontop of the cold table, thighs pressed together to add more to the babygirl affect as he got fucked into so good— pussy leaking onto the fat cock.

Taehyung played with the small tit, rubbing the rosy buds between his long fingers while he squeezed the cute mound into his hand— teasing it until Jungkook weeped.

"Your pussy's drooling around my cock, Jungkook. Are you that much of a dirty girl?" Taehyung merely trusted his hips in slow circles before catching up with his unforgiving pace, feeling himself approach closer and closer to his building orgasm.

"N- Nuh— oh, oh— not a dirty girl— just need daddy, hng— need daddy." And what surprised Taehyung the most was even after Jungkook had come once before— the little minx reached down towards his clit to begin to rub at his own pussy just like Taehyung did. Sobbing so loudly when he got so much pleasure out of it— fingers desperately moving on it.

"Not a dirty girl? Well, look at you— rubbing your needy clit again. That's right baby, rub your pussy for daddy." Taehyung gave a particularly harsh thrust, "Make a mess of yourself."

With how sensitive the poor thing was ,it didn't take long for Jungkook to come again but this time it was a rather dry orgasm but still a very good one with how his body went pliant in Taehyung's hold and how the man kept going and going— feeling Jungkook clamp down on him yet again but he never seemed to care.

Taehyung too, as he was very near his orgasm— gave a few more thrusts inside of Jungkook's pussy, cursing a bit too loudly for his own good as he lodged himself deeply inside of Jungkook's cunt before finishing himself inside there..

A trail of profanities left his lips as ribbons of come shot out of the bulbous tip of his cock, painting Jungkook's walls white while the younger mewled at the warmness that settled inside of him— body worn out and tired.

"Daddy..." Jungkook mumbled so tiredly, cheeks flushed as cum oozed out from the corners of his full pussy as Taehyung slowly began pulling out of his ruined cunt, leaving a gaping hole behind.

And Taehyung thought— thank god there are sanitary wipes in here.

"Right here, baby." Taehyung cooed out, grabbing a few wipes from the drawer while he approached Jungkook and began wiping down his thighs, cleaning him of any filthiness he could and having his cock tucked inside his pants already.

"A- Are we done, daddy?" Jungkook pouted. A visibly sad one.

Taehyung hummed as he took another wipe to clean at the inner of Jungkook's plush thighs. "Almost done, babygirl."

And never forgot to tell Jungkook about how to clean and wash the come out of himself as soon as he gets home while he shoves a very girthy dildo inside the poor little hole— watching it hungrily swallow the toy with no resistance as he pulls the pretty boy's panties up as well.

"Can I come again?" The doe eyed boy asked with a shy little smile, watching Taehyung who carefully buttons Jungkook's shirt up up again, an amused smile on his face.

"You can visit me whenever you want Jungkook. Even at home." 

"But you know you can't call me daddy infront of anyone else." Taehyung patted his head as he finished cleaning Jungkook up.  "That's just between us. Our little secret, understood?"

And the obedient, naive little thing nodded at the older man. "Yes, daddy."

Taehyung merely blinked as he helped Jungkook off the table, knowing he'll have to clean his office up soon.

"Now run off to your mommy while I tell her how much of a healthy boy you are."