Jeon Jungkook, a starry-eyed dreamer in search of Mr. Right, yearns for the perfect romance.
Taehyung, a magnetic force, walks into Jungkook's life, not as a romantic prospect but as a father-in-law. As their worlds collide, desire sparks forbidden...
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"You will," Taehyung stated firmly, raising an eyebrow at Jungkook's disobedience.
"And what if I don't?" Jungkook challenged, trying to hide how badly he wanted Taehyung's touch.
"Then you'll go to your room, and I'll find someone else to take your place," Taehyung replied nonchalantly, running a hand down his length with a smirk. "I just want a hole to fuck; it doesn't matter whose it is."
It was a lie. For Taehyung, it did matter. He wanted this adorable man more than anyone else and needed to witness him come apart on his cock.
A tense silence filled the room before Jungkook finally reached for the lube. As soon as his hand moved towards it, Taehyung's body tensed, blood rushing to his throbbing member.
He forced himself to look away and resume stroking himself slowly, savouring every moment until he could ruin the young boy.
Taehyung rolled the thin layer on his length and looked up as Jungkook tossed his white tee in front of his feet.
Jungkook lay before him, a vision bathed in ethereal beauty, his form a sculpture of desire and allure. The fabric had gone, revealing the canvas of his sculpted physique, a testament to masculinity and grace. Taehyung's gaze lingered, a silent ode to the beauty that adorned his son-in-law's frame.
Jungkook's eyes, twin pools of midnight, met his own, their depths a reflection of the unspoken desires that bound them together. A sigh escaped Taehyung's lips as Jungkook, with a teasing smile, shed the boxers, his hard cock bob out of its confines. His cock head was flushed red and slick with precum. a testament to the urgency that pulsed between them.
Taehyung's heart quickened in surprise; he had never felt captivated by another man's cock before. It was a sight that stirred something primal within Taehyung-a hunger that threatened to consume him whole.
Taehyung's hair cascaded over his shoulder-a cascade of ebony silk that framed his features with ethereal grace. His breath caught in his throat as Jungkook coated his fingers with the lube.
As Jungkook's index finger pushed into his tight hole, Taehyung's resolve wavered, his senses ablaze with desire. Each stroke was a symphony of pleasure that Taehyung could feel in Jungkook's lewd expressions; it was a crescendo of longing that threatened to consume them both in its fiery embrace.
The touch, gentle yet electric, sent waves of sensation coursing through Jungkook's veins as he continued pounding his lubed finger into his tight hole.
In the presence of such overwhelming passion, his gaze locked with Taehyung's in the silent communion of souls as his one finger turned into two, then three. In that moment, there was only the electric pulse of desire binding them together.
"Umh~Mr. Kim," Jungkook's pleading eyes bore into Taehyung's, the intensity of Taehyung's eyes on his disappearing fingers sending a shiver down Jungkook's spine.
