Taehyung sat in his office, the soft glow of the computer screen casting a blueish hue across his face. The room was a mess, filled with stacks of paperwork that had accumulated over weeks. His eyes, however, weren’t focused on the documents sprawled before him. They kept drifting to the framed photograph on his desk – a picture of Jungkook, his son, frozen in a moment of laughter, his youthful beauty radiant and untouched.

Taehyung couldn’t help but notice the changes in him. The way his son’s muscles had filled out, the shadow of a beard that had started to form on his chin, and the way his eyes had begun to hold a certain allure that was no longer childlike. The thought of his son growing into such a handsome young man filled Taehyung with a strange mix of pride and… something else. Something deeper, something that made his heart race and his palms sweat.

Taehyung had always been a single parent, and their bond had been unshakeable. But lately, it had morphed into something more. He found himself craving the touch of Jungkook’s skin, the warmth of his embrace, the sweetness of his kiss. The lines between father and son had blurred in his mind, and he knew he had to make a move before it was too late. The house was quiet as everyone else had gone to bed. The perfect opportunity to lay the groundwork for what he hoped would be an unforgettable night.

He slowly approached Jungkook’s room, his heart pounding in his chest. The door was ajar, a sliver of moonlight spilling in to reveal Jungkook’s bare chest rising and falling gently with each breath. Taehyung felt his cock stiffen in his pants, his mind racing with thoughts of what he was about to do. He pushed the door open a little wider and stepped inside, the floorboards creaking softly under his feet. Jungkook stirred in his sleep, his eyelids fluttering but not opening.

Taehyung’s eyes devoured the sight of his son’s youthful form, the way the moonlit shadows played across the contours of his body. He could see the outline of Jungkook’s cock, already thickening with the beginnings of arousal. The scent of him, a mix of fresh sweat and teenage musk, filled the room and made Taehyung’s mouth water. He swallowed hard and took another step closer, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch Jungkook’s bare stomach. His skin was warm and smooth, a stark contrast to the roughness of Taehyung’s own calloused hands.

Jungkook’s breathing grew shallower as Taehyung’s fingers danced over his belly, tracing the line of his hipbone and then up to his chest, where they lingered over his heart. Taehyung watched with bated breath as Jungkook’s eyes opened slowly, a look of confusion flitting across his features before they settled on Taehyung’s face. Jungkook’s pupils dilated, and his breath hitched as he took in the sight of his father straddling him. Taehyung leaned down and whispered into his ear, his breath hot and ragged, “I can’t wait any longer, Kookie. You’re mine.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement, as he felt his father’s erection pressing against his thigh. His own cock grew harder, betraying his body’s response to the forbidden touch. “D-Dad?” he stuttered, unsure of what to say, his heart racing. Taehyung took this as a sign of consent and leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Jungkook’s neck, sending shivers down his spine.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Taehyung soothed, his voice a low rumble. “You’re all grown up now. It’s time for us to be more than just father and son.” Jungkook felt a warmth spread through him, a strange sense of comfort and desire mingling with the confusion. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn’t deny the way his body was responding to his father’s touch.

Taehyung began to kiss along Jungkook’s neck, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin just behind his ear. Jungkook gasped and arched his back, his hands finding their way to Taehyung’s broad shoulders. His father’s hands roamed over his body, exploring and claiming every inch of him, as if he were a treasure that had been hidden for too long. Jungkook’s own hands tentatively started to explore Taehyung’s muscular back, feeling the heat and power beneath his shirt.

Taehyung felt the moment when Jungkook’s resistance melted away, when his body started to respond in kind. He took Jungkook’s hand and placed it on his cock, showing him the effect he had. Jungkook’s eyes went wide as he felt the hardness beneath his palm, and his own cock jerked in response. Taehyung groaned, the sound sending a shiver down Jungkook’s spine. “You make me so hard, Kookie,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Encouraged by Jungkook’s touch, Taehyung began to dry hump against his son’s thigh, the fabric of their pants the only barrier between them. Jungkook’s breathing grew more ragged, his chest heaving with every thrust. He felt himself growing wetter, his arousal pooling in his briefs. Taehyung could feel the heat of Jungkook’s cock through the fabric, and it was all he could do not to rip his son’s pants off right there.

Sensing Jungkook’s growing comfort, Taehyung leaned in and captured his lips in a hungry kiss. Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut as he succumbed to the sensation, his body melting into his father’s embrace. Their tongues danced together, exploring and claiming each other’s mouths as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Jungkook’s hand tightened around Taehyung’s cock, his thumb stroking the length of it through his pants.

Taehyung’s own hand found Jungkook’s crotch, cupping him firmly, feeling the heat and the pulse of his arousal. He groaned into the kiss, the taste of his son’s mouth intoxicating. He broke the kiss and pulled away slightly, looking into Jungkook’s eyes with a fiery intensity. “Take your pants off,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. Jungkook’s eyes searched his father’s for a moment, looking for any sign of doubt, but all he saw was raw desire. He complied, his hands trembling as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down.

His cock sprang free, standing proud and thick, flushed with blood. Taehyung took it in his hand, stroking it gently, marveling at the velvety softness of Jungkook’s skin. Jungkook gasped and his hips bucked, his body instinctively seeking more of the contact. Taehyung leaned down and took Jungkook’s cock into his mouth, sucking and licking with a skill that belied his inexperience. Jungkook’s hands flew to Taehyung’s head, his fingers tangling in his hair as he moaned with pleasure.

The sound of Jungkook’s moans spurred Taehyung on, his own arousal reaching fever pitch. He knew he had to have more, had to claim Jungkook completely. He pulled away and stripped off his own clothes, his erection bobbing with each movement. Jungkook watched him with a mix of awe and lust, his eyes never leaving his father’s cock.

Taehyung went back to sucking his son’s cock like it was the most delicious thing in the world. The sight of Jungkook’s passion was too much for Taehyung to handle. He reached up and palmed Jungkook’s ass. Jungkook’s cock slid out of Taehyung’s mouth, and the younger boy let out a whine of protest. Taehyung chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with a primal need. He leaned in and whispered, “Patience, Kookie. Daddy’s going to make you feel so good.”

He spread Jungkook’s cheeks and licked his way down to the tight, pink hole. Jungkook’s eyes shot open, and he took in a sharp breath as he felt the hot wetness of his father’s tongue against his skin. He had never felt anything like this before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. Taehyung’s tongue circled the tight ring of muscle, teasing and prodding until Jungkook was writhing beneath him, begging for more.

Taehyung’s own cock was aching for release, but he knew he had to go slow. He didn’t want to scare Jungkook off. He pulled back and reached for the lube on Jungkook’s bedside table, a bottle that had gone untouched until now. He coated his fingers generously, his eyes never leaving Jungkook’s. Jungkook watched with a mix of fascination and apprehension as Taehyung brought his slicked fingers to his own asshole, pushing one inside with a hiss of pleasure.

“See how good it feels?” Taehyung murmured, pumping his finger in and out of himself. Jungkook nodded, his eyes glued to the sight. Taehyung knew he was ready. He leaned over Jungkook, pressing his cock against the boy’s slick opening. Jungkook’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he took a deep breath and pushed back, urging Taehyung to enter him.

With a gentle thrust, Taehyung slid into his son, feeling the tightness envelop him like a glove. Jungkook’s eyes squeezed shut, and he bit his lip to keep from crying out. Taehyung held still for a moment, giving Jungkook time to adjust, before beginning to move. Each stroke was slow and deliberate, filling Jungkook completely and stretching him in a way that was both painful and exquisitely pleasurable. Jungkook’s breathing grew ragged, his body tensing with every push and pull.

“Does it hurt, Kookie?” Taehyung whispered, his voice filled with concern. Jungkook nodded slightly, his eyes brimming with tears, but there was something else in his expression too – a flicker of desire that grew with each movement. Taehyung leaned down and kissed the tears away, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he continued to make love to him. “You’re so tight, so perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Taehyung’s thrusts grew more confident as Jungkook’s body started to relax, and he could feel his son’s muscles clenching around him with each stroke. “You’re taking me so well, baby,” Taehyung continued, his voice gruff with passion. “Look at you, all spread out for me. You’re made to be fucked by me, aren’t you?” Jungkook’s breath hitched, and he couldn’t deny the truth in those words. His body was responding in ways it never had before, and it was all because of Taehyung. He felt his father’s cock hit that perfect spot deep inside him, and a moan escaped his lips, raw and unfiltered.

Taehyung leaned back, his eyes dark with lust as he watched Jungkook’s face contort with pleasure. “Scream for me, Kookie,” he demanded, his voice a low growl. “Scream Daddy’s name. I want to hear it from those sweet lips.” Jungkook’s cheeks flushed scarlet at the command, but something inside him snapped. He wanted to give Taehyung everything he asked for, to show him that he was all in.

“Daddy,” Jungkook whimpered, his voice a breathy whisper. “Be more rough.” The words hung in the air, and for a moment, Taehyung just stared at him, his eyes wide with disbelief. Then, a wicked grin spread across his face, and he gave Jungkook what he wanted. His grip on Jungkook’s hips tightened, his nails digging into the soft flesh as he began to pound into him with an intensity that left them both gasping for air. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he threw it back, meeting each thrust with a feral need that matched his father’s.

Taehyung could feel his climax building, his cock pulsing with every stroke. Jungkook’s walls clenched around him, and the sweet sound of his son’s moans grew louder. “More, Daddy,” Jungkook begged, his voice hoarse and needy. “Please, more.” And Taehyung obliged, his hips snapping against Jungkook’s ass, his cock filling him to the brink. Jungkook’s nails scraped against the bedsheets as he arched his back, his body a canvas of passion and desire.

“You’re going to feel Daddy’s cum inside you, Kookie,” Taehyung rasped, his breath hot against Jungkook’s ear. “I’m going to fill you up, make you mine.” Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open, the pupils blown wide with lust. He nodded frantically, his body trembling with anticipation. Taehyung’s thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing ragged. He was so close.

With a final, deep thrust, Taehyung’s cock swelled and erupted, filling Jungkook’s tight ass with hot, thick cum. Jungkook’s own orgasm crashed over him like a wave, his cock spurting between their bodies, painting their chests and stomachs with ropes of white liquid. They both cried out, their voices melding together in a symphony of pleasure. Jungkook felt Taehyung’s seed deep inside him, a claim that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Breathing heavily, Taehyung collapsed onto Jungkook’s chest, his weight pressing the boy into the mattress. Jungkook’s heart hammered against his ribs, and he wrapped his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders, holding him close. They lay there, sweat-slicked and trembling, their bodies entwined in a tangled mess of limbs. The room was filled with the scent of sex and love, a potent mix that hung in the air like a thick fog.

Taehyung pulled out gently, a soft groan escaping his lips as he felt the last of his cum slipping out of Jungkook’s tight hole. He leaned down and kissed him, his tongue delving into Jungkook’s mouth, exploring every crevice as if he hadn’t just claimed him in the most intimate way possible. Jungkook’s own tongue danced with his, eager and hungry, as if trying to devour the very essence of his father’s soul. Their kiss was sloppy and messy, filled with the raw passion that had just consumed them both.

They lay there, panting and sticky, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. Jungkook could feel the weight of his father’s cum inside him, a constant reminder of what they had just shared. Taehyung’s tongue traced the outline of Jungkook’s lips before delving back in, claiming him all over again. Jungkook’s hands roamed over Taehyung’s back, feeling the tension ease out of his muscles as they both started to come down from the high of their shared ecstasy.