After leaving the sex shop with a bag filled with their newfound treasures, Taehyung felt a sense of excitement that seemed to pulse through his veins. The warm glow of the setting sun painted the living room in a soft, golden light as he set the bag down on the coffee table. He called out to Jungkook, his voice a gentle purr that belied the storm of lust brewing inside him. “Kookie, come here. I want you to cook us something special for dinner tonight.”

Jungkook, still flushed from the events at the store, emerged from his bedroom with a shy smile. His eyes sparkled with anticipation as he took in the bag’s contents. “What do you want me to make, Daddy?” he asked, his voice a soft whisper that made Taehyung’s cock twitch with anticipation.

“Cook whatever you like, Kookie,” Taehyung replied, his tone a gentle command. “But make sure it’s something that will keep your energy up.” With that, he turned and sauntered towards the bathroom, the promise of what was to come hanging heavily in the air. Jungkook watched him go, his own desire spiking at the thought of the night ahead. He knew that Taehyung had something special planned, and the mystery of it all made his heart race.

As Jungkook rummaged through the fridge, trying to decide on a meal that would satisfy both their hungers, his thoughts drifted to the feel of his father’s cock in his mouth, the way his own body had responded to the rough treatment in the sex shop. His cheeks grew warm with arousal just thinking about it. He knew that Taehyung would demand more from him tonight, push him further than ever before, and the thought was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Taehyung emerged from the bathroom, a towel slung low around his waist, his body glistening with water droplets. Jungkook couldn’t help but stare, his eyes tracing the lines of his father’s muscular chest and the trail of hair that led down to the towel. Taehyung caught his gaze and smirked, his eyes dark with lust. “Finish cooking, Kookie,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Jungkook’s spine. “We have a big night ahead.”

With a nod, Jungkook turned back to the kitchen, his heart racing. He had a feeling that dinner would be the least of his concerns tonight. His mind was racing with the possibilities of what Taehyung had planned for them. The air in the apartment felt charged, like the calm before a storm. Jungkook tried to focus on the meal, his hands shaking slightly as he chopped vegetables and seasoned the meat. But every time he heard Taehyung’s footsteps in the other room, his concentration wavered.

Taehyung eventually reappeared, his skin still slightly damp from the shower. He sauntered up behind Jungkook, his eyes lingering on the boy’s ass as he leaned over to whisper in his ear, “You’re doing so well, baby.” Before Jungkook could react, Taehyung’s teeth sank into his neck, the bite sharp and surprising. Jungkook gasped, his body tensing before melting into the sensation.

Taehyung’s hands found their way to Jungkook’s waist, his fingers deftly unzipping the teenager’s pants. Jungkook’s cock sprang free, already hard from the anticipation of what was to come. Taehyung wrapped his hand around it, stroking slowly and deliberately. Jungkook’s breath hitched, his eyes sliding closed as he leaned back into his father’s embrace. “Keep cooking,” Taehyung murmured, his breath hot against Jungkook’s skin. “I want to make sure you’re nice and relaxed for later.”

Jungkook nodded, his hips moving slightly to match Taehyung’s rhythm. But it was hard to focus when all he could feel was the heat of his father’s touch. He tried to keep his movements smooth, to keep the illusion of normalcy, but it was a losing battle. The smell of sizzling meat and the sound of chopping vegetables were background noise to the symphony of desire that played out between them.

Taehyung’s teeth grazed Jungkook’s earlobe before he moved back to his neck, his nibbles growing more insistent. His hand tightened around Jungkook’s cock, stroking him harder, faster. Jungkook’s eyes fluttered closed as he felt his orgasm building. He was so close, so deliciously close. And then, without warning, Taehyung yanked him away from the stove, spinning him around to face him.

Their eyes met, and Jungkook saw the fiery need in Taehyung’s gaze. With surprising strength, Taehyung hoisted Jungkook up onto the kitchen table, his cock bobbing between his legs. Jungkook’s heart hammered in his chest as Taehyung stepped back, his eyes raking over his son’s body with a hunger that was almost feral.

Taehyung’s hands moved with a deftness that spoke of years of experience as he unbuttoned Jungkook’s shirt, exposing his smooth, firm chest. Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat as Taehyung leaned in, his mouth watering at the sight of his son’s perky nipples. He took one into his mouth, biting down gently before moving to the other, eliciting a soft moan from Jungkook. The young boy’s body trembled under his father’s touch, his cock standing tall and proud as it was exposed to the cool air.

With a wicked grin, Taehyung took Jungkook’s cock in his hand, stroking it with the same rhythm he had used in the kitchen. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back in his head, his moans growing louder as he felt the familiar heat of his father’s mouth envelop him. Taehyung’s tongue swirled around the head, teasing the slit before sliding down the shaft. He took Jungkook’s entire length into his mouth, his throat muscles working to keep him deep. Jungkook’s hands gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles white with the effort of not reaching down to grab Taehyung’s hair, to force his cock even deeper.

Taehyung knew exactly how to drive his son wild, and he took his time, savoring every inch of Jungkook’s cock. He could feel the boy’s body tensing, the muscles in his thighs tightening as he approached climax. But Taehyung wasn’t ready for that yet. He pulled back, letting Jungkook’s cock slip from his mouth with a wet pop. Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, a whine escaping his lips. “Daddy, please,” he begged, his voice high and desperate.

With a chuckle, Taehyung leaned back, his eyes never leaving Jungkook’s flushed face. “Patience, Kookie,” he said, his own cock aching with need. “We’ve got all night.” He reached into the bag and pulled out the vibrator they had picked out earlier. It buzzed to life in his hand, the sound making Jungkook’s cock twitch with anticipation. Jungkook’s eyes widened as Taehyung approached him with the toy, his heart racing in anticipation.

Taehyung started at Jungkook’s toes, kissing and licking his way up his legs. Jungkook squirmed, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. His father’s mouth was like a brand, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The vibrator teased Jungkook’s inner thighs before moving up to his balls, making them tighten with pleasure. Jungkook’s eyes squeezed shut, his body arching off the table as Taehyung’s mouth found his cock once again.

This time, there was no gentle introduction. Taehyung took Jungkook’s cock in hand and began to suck with a fervor that left no doubt about his intentions. Jungkook’s hips bucked, his legs spreading wider as he gave himself over to the sensation. The vibrator was forgotten as Taehyung’s mouth became the focus of Jungkook’s world. He could feel his orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his balls.

“Daddy,” Jungkook moaned, his voice a desperate plea. Taehyung looked up at him, his eyes dark with lust. He knew his son was close, and the power was intoxicating. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing as he worked Jungkook’s cock with his mouth. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body shaking as he finally came. His cum spurted into Taehyung’s mouth, the taste salty and warm. Taehyung swallowed eagerly, never breaking eye contact.

But Taehyung wasn’t done yet. He reached up and grabbed the lube they had bought earlier, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers.

“Ready for your next lesson?” he asked, his voice a low growl. Jungkook nodded, his breath still coming in pants. Taehyung’s slicked fingers circled Jungkook’s hole before sliding in, stretching him open. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his father’s fingers move inside him, the sensation both foreign and incredibly arousing.

Without warning, Taehyung thrust the black dildo into Jungkook’s ass, making him cry out. The girth of it filled him completely, the vibrating beads adding an extra dimension to the sensation. Jungkook’s body tensed, his muscles clenching around the intrusion before relaxing into the rhythm of his father’s movements. Each thrust sent a shiver of pleasure through him, mixing with the lingering echoes of his recent orgasm.

Taehyung watched Jungkook’s face intently, his own arousal growing with every moan and whimper that spilled from the boy’s lips. He pumped the dildo in and out, his fingers still moving in time with the toy. Jungkook’s body began to move with the rhythm, his hips rising to meet each thrust. His cock, still semi-hard from the blowjob, began to swell once more.

Taehyung’s own cock was painfully hard, trapped against his stomach as he worked Jungkook’s ass. He knew he couldn’t last much longer, not when Jungkook looked so beautiful, so lost in pleasure. He pulled the dildo out and positioned himself at Jungkook’s entrance. The boy’s eyes went wide, his breath hitching as he felt the head of Taehyung’s cock nudge against him. “Ready for daddy’s cock?” Taehyung whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. Jungkook nodded, his eyes glazed with lust.

With one swift motion, Taehyung pushed into Jungkook, burying himself to the hilt. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth forming an ‘o’ of shock and pleasure. Taehyung didn’t give him time to adjust. He began to fuck his son with a passion that was almost brutal. Jungkook’s moans grew louder, filling the kitchen with the sound of their illicit union. The table rocked and creaked under their combined weight, threatening to give way at any moment.

The feeling of Taehyung inside him was overwhelming. Jungkook had never felt so full, so claimed. His father’s cock was thick and hot, stretching him open in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He could feel Taehyung’s balls slapping against his ass with each thrust, and the knowledge that his daddy was taking him so roughly, so completely, made Jungkook’s own cock throb with need.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Taehyung groaned, his hips moving faster, his grip on Jungkook’s hips tightening. Jungkook could feel the beginnings of a second orgasm building within him, the sensation of being filled and used by his father driving him wild. He pushed back, meeting each thrust with his own, eager for more.

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies coming together, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls. Jungkook’s moans grew louder, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Taehyung leaned over, his hand finding Jungkook’s cock again. He stroked it in time with his thrusts, his own orgasm approaching like a freight train. Jungkook’s body was a taut bow, his muscles straining as he tried to hold on, to give Taehyung what he needed.

Taehyung leaned down and whispered in Jungkook’s ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Cum for me, baby. Cum on this table, show me how much you love your daddy’s cock.” The words pushed Jungkook over the edge, and with a scream that was half pleasure, half pain, he came. His cum spurted out, splattering the table and Taehyung’s hand. The sensation of his father’s hand on him, the feeling of being filled, was too much. Jungkook’s body convulsed as he rode out his orgasm, his ass clamping down around Taehyung’s cock.

With a final, powerful thrust, Taehyung pulled out, his cock still pulsing with the last waves of his own climax. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black butt plug. Without a word, he smeared the last of their mixed juices onto it before pushing it into Jungkook’s still-quivering hole. Jungkook gasped, feeling the fullness that was now a constant presence inside him. Taehyung’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he gave the plug a gentle tug, ensuring it was securely in place.

They both took a moment to catch their breath, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Taehyung stood and pulled Jungkook to his feet, kissing him deeply. He murmured, his voice still thick with desire. “We’re going to have dinner at this table. Just like a normal family.” Jungkook nodded, his legs wobbly as he made his way to the bedroom to clean up and change.

Taehyung took the opportunity to grab a towel and clean the mess they had made before returning to the kitchen. Jungkook had set the plates down, still naked, his erection standing proud despite the recent release. Taehyung couldn’t help but admire his son’s beauty, his perfect, youthful body now marked by their shared passion. As they sat down to eat, Jungkook could feel the plug inside him, a constant reminder of his father’s claim.

The food was delicious, the aromas mixing with the lingering scent of their sex in the air. They ate in a comfortable silence, their eyes occasionally meeting and holding a secret that no one else knew. Jungkook felt a strange sense of pride, knowing that he had made his father so happy. The plug inside him was a strange comfort, a symbol of their newfound love and the promise of more to come.