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The first thing Taehyung felt was warmth-soft sheets against his bare skin, golden sunlight spilling over his body through the window, the distant crash of waves outside. His head was heavy, limbs relaxed, his mind still floating somewhere between sleep and wakefulness.

He shifted slightly, a small sigh slipping past his lips, lashes fluttering as his consciousness slowly pulled him back. He barely registered the sore muscles down and the memories of last night came crashing back.

His body tingled with the remnants of last night- possessive touches, bruising kisses, the way Jungkook had wrecked him over and over until he could barely breathe. His lips parted, a quiet exhale slipping free, heat curling in his stomach at the mere memory.

It had felt nice. Jungkook had felt nice. The way he fucked, slow and gentle in the beginning and deep and almost cruel later on, it had drove him crazy. He remembered how his body was reacting on its own, his senses too overwhelmed that his mind refused to function.

Now he understood why Jimin was so obsessed with sex. It was a high no one would want to come down from. He already wanted to feel all of that again. A smile appeared on his lips. He opened his eyes and saw him.

Jungkook. Sitting across from the bed, watching him.

Taehyung's breath hitched.

Jungkook looked... breathtaking.

Bathing in golden light, shirtless, his broad chest rising and fell in deep, controlled breaths. His muscles were taut under the golden sheen of his skin, every dip and ridge of his body carved like sin itself. His dark hair was messy, tousled in the most sinful way, strands falling over his forehead like he had run his hands through it too many times. His lips were parted, pink and full, but pressed into a tight line like he was holding something back.

But it was his eyes that made Taehyung's stomach twist.

Dark. Blazing. Unforgiving.

They dragged over him-slow and deliberate-taking in his face, his bare chest, the sheets barely covering the rest of him. And then they settled, cold and unwavering, locked onto him like a silent accusation.

A strange trepidation filled Taehyung. "U-Uncle Jeon..." He breathed at the angry scowl on his face, not knowing why he would be mad at Taehyung first thing in the morning, but his heart almost stopped when he tried to sit up only to realize he was bound.

The silk choker he wore last night now tied his wrists together, binding his hands to his headboard, leaving him unable to move.

His eyes flew to meet Jungkook in a questioning glance, but the slow, sarcastic curl of his uncle's lips made every nerve twist inside him. "Good morning, Wildflower. Slept well?" He raised a challenging eyebrow.

Taehyung clearly heard the taunt and warning. His pulse quickened.

"Uncle J-Jeon..." He stuttered, not being able to process it all. He tried to pull at the restraints at his hands but the fabric only bit into his skin. His heart pounded as he looked back at Jungkook-his uncle's expression unreadable, yet simmering with something dark, something dangerous.

He wasn't moving, not blinking, just watching Taehyung like a predator watching its prey. Taehyung's insides twisted in anticipation. He squirmed, trying to get himself free but the bounds were too strong. He couldn't even sit up.

He glanced back at his uncle, tears appearing in his eyes as a lump formed in his throat. Why was he mad?

"You think it's funny? Or Cute?" Jungkook's deep, but clearly enraged voice, boomed in the silent room as he glared at Taehyung. The sudden bite in his voice flinched Taehyung.

His breath hitched. "W-What?"

Jungkook pinned him with a steely gaze, his head tilting slightly as his eyes narrowed. "Passing out again. Leaving me hanging?"

Realization slammed into Taehyung's chest, air stalling in his throat. His heartbeat stuttered, breath catching as he tugged harder, everything dawning like ice trickling down his spine.

Jungkook was furious.

He remembered how he passed out again last time. Shit!

Taehyung swallowed, his initial fear prickling colder at the back of his neck. "Uncle Jeon, I-" He tried to explain but his words died down when Jungkook tilted his head, warning him to be careful.

"You better choose your words carefully, birthday boy. Because I've been sitting here for hours thinking of all the ways I should handle you. And it's not even your birthday anymore to save you from any punishment."

Goosebumps arose on his naked skin, every hair standing on end. He should be scared. He was scared. But beneath it, curling deep in his gut, was something else-something warm, something electric. Excitement.

Jungkook was going to punish him. Oh Goodness!!

The thought sent a shiver down his spine, anticipation curling low in his belly. His thighs pressed together on instinct, but the shift only reminded him how sore he still was from last night.

Jungkook noticed.

His dark eyes flickered down, catching the way Taehyung squirmed, and he poked his cheek in dark amusement.

Taehyung's breath came quicker. "Uncle..." His voice was softer now, almost hesitant, but there was no mistaking the underlying need laced between the syllables.

Jungkook scoffed. "Don't fucking look at me like that."

Taehyung flinched at the bite in his tone, but it only made the heat in his stomach coil tighter. He didn't have to look down to know his body was reacting, betraying him despite the way Jungkook's anger should've terrified him.

Jungkook pushed himself off the table he was leaning on, and walked over to him, his eyes dragging over Taehyung's helpless form like he was contemplating something. With each step he took closer, Taehyung felt himself getting smaller and smaller.

His heart thudded wild in his chest as sweat formed on his skin.

Jungkook leaned in, and he couldn't help but close his eyes. "You have no idea how much trouble you're in, do you, wildflower?"

A shiver ran through Taehyung. He could only shake his head, anticipation thick in his throat. He looked at his uncle nervously. Standing over him, he looked so much bigger. Taehyung shrunk into himself.

Jungkook smiled and it sent ice and fire through his veins. Taehyung shrunk even further. He had never seen him smiling like that before. It wasn't the usual curl of his lips that make Taehyung's inside flutter. It was dark. Sinister.

And what amazed him was his own reaction to it. A thrill coursed through his veins despite the tremble in his hands.

He must have noticed it in Taehyung's eyes because amusement flickered in haze. He reached out brushing his fingers over the silk around Taehyung's wrists, his touch featherlight. "You wanted to be spoiled last night, so I gave you everything, didn't I?"

Taehyung swallowed hard, nodding.

"I gave you everything. Held you. Worshipped you. Let you fall apart on my cock like you were made for it. And what did you do in return, Taehyung?" He asked walking back towards the dressing table, the muscles in his back flexing with each step.

Taehyung parted his lips, but no words came out. He knew the answer, but he didn't dare say it.

He just watched him looking for something. "You passed out on me. Again. Left me there, hard, throbbing, desperate to fill you up. Desperate to ruin you the way I wanted to."

Taehyung's breath hitched, sweat formed at his hairline as Jungkook turned towards him again.

He eyed the small bottle of coconut oil in his hand before his nervous gaze moved up to his uncle again.

Jungkook uncapped the bottle. "You like being taken care of, don't you? Like being my pretty little prince, soaking the sheets, dripping for me, only to fucking pass out before I could even finish?" He gritted his teeth. "Are not you a selfish little thing, baby?"

A shiver raked down Taehyung's spine, heat curling in his gut. "I... I t-tried, Uncle Jeon."

Jungkook smirked tracing his jaw with his fingers. "Did you?"

Taehyung nodded hastily, breathless, feeling the fire igniting in his body. "Y-yeah. But I couldn't."

Jungkook's eyes turned sharp despite the curl in his lips. He leaned in. "Then let me teach you a lesson, sweetheart." He dragged his lips over Taehyung's throat, hot and unforgiving.

Taehyung gasped out when the sheets were yanked off him, cool air ghosting over his flushed body. He shut his eyes tight in embarrassment as soon as he was bare, with nothing to hide his reaction to his uncle's threat. His dick stood hard with precum oozing already.

Taehyung's fists curled around the restraints at his wrist as Jungkook's mouth hovered over his nipple. He arched his back to feel Jungkook's mouth on his pebbled nipple, but Jungkook refused to touch him yet. He could feel the heat of his breath dancing on his sensitive bud. Fuck heavens! He shouldn't be excited!

"Let's see how-fucking-long you last when you're the one left shaking, begging and dripping-when you're the one aching for my cock to make you cum and fucking denied." Jungkook hissed.

Jungkook's threat curled up in Taehyung's stomach instilling a heat that burnt. He whimpered and moaned when Jungkook tilted the bottle of oil in his hand onto his manhood.

The drops of oil felt hot against his hardness.

He curled his toes feeling each drop trailing down his dick, to his balls and down to his gaping hole. "Uncle J-Jeon..." A needy whimper escaped his lips. Fuck! He was already at the edge, and Jungkook wasn't even doing anything. He wanted to be touched. He felt empty. He wanted to be filled.

He remembered how full he felt all the way to his throat last night.

A low, dark chuckle rumbled from above him, sending a fresh wave of heat down Taehyung's spine. He opened his eyes to look at his uncle. "Look at you," Jungkook murmured, voice thick with amusement. "Already desperate. Already begging to be filled."

Taehyung's gaze drifted to his groin.

His arousal stood excited between his legs while his hole clenched around nothing despite the soreness. His cheeks turned red as his face heated up. He could feel himself burning in shame. He was supposed to be terrified, wasn't he?

He didn't even know what was on his uncle's mind!

His thighs clenched instinctively trying to close, but Jungkook's strong hands gripped his knees and forced them apart. "Don't even try, wildflower," he warned, his tone all silk and steel. "You weren't so shy last night when you were begging me to fill you up, were you?"

He whimpered. "Uncle Jeon-"

"Sex doesn't work one way, Taehyung. You take, and you give. But you seem to only know of taking part." Jungkook's fingers gripped his jaw, forcing him to look up as he growled. "It's time you learn how to earn it."

A whimper broke past Taehyung's lip.

He gasped when Jungkook's fingers skimmed over his exposed stomach, before it moved down, stopping just short of where he needed him most. Taehyung's breath hitched, his body tensing in anticipation, but the touch never came.

Instead, Jungkook leaned in, capturing a nipple between his teeth and biting down just enough to make Taehyung cry out, arching up into the sharp pleasure.

"Please," he gasped out, hips twitching upward, seeking friction, seeking anything. The oil drops trailing down his cock to his ass made him squirm. But Jungkook was merciless, pinning him down easily with a hand to his stomach.

"Selfish," Jungkook snarled. "You think you get to ask for anything right now?" His fingers trailed lower, groping the insides of Taehyung's thighs, bruising, never quite giving him what he wanted. "You're mine to do with as I please, and I don't think you deserve to cum just yet."

Taehyung's breath came in short, ragged pants, desperation coiling tight in his stomach. "Uncle Jeon-"

A sharp slap landed on his thigh, making him jolt. "You'll take what I give you," Jungkook said darkly, before pressing two fingers against Taehyung's entrance, circling, smearing the oil around the hole but not pushing in, watching as Taehyung's body betrayed him, clenching down around nothing.

Tears pricked at Taehyung's eyes. He wanted to fight it, to resist the way his body responded so eagerly despite Jungkook's cruel teasing, but he was too far gone.

Jungkook smirked. "Oh, wildflower... You're in for a punishment you will never forget." He threatened.

Taehyung's heart thudded in his chest; his throat dry. He opened his mouth to say something, but Jungkook's lips crashed down on his as he thrusted two of his fingers inside. His uncle swallowed his cry as he bit his lips, sucking them harshly before pushing his tongue deeper into his mouth, as if fucking it, like his fingers did to his ass.

Tears rolled down Taehyung's eyes. He was already sore from last night. Jungkook's thick fingers against his irritated walls gave birth to an itching feeling inside but the scratch soothed it just so well. Taehyung opened his legs wider as he fought against the restraints to get his hands free.

Without pulling back, Jungkook pushed his pants down and out and came over him. Holding his weight on an arm, he growled into the his mouth.

"Oh Y-Yes... Yes. Yes. Y-Yes. Fuck!" Taehyung squealed out like a madman when Jungkook curled his fingers inside to hit his prostrate.

"Yeah?" Jungkook breathed a taunt, and Taehyung nodded his head.

Sweat danced all over his body like a cold blanket trying to cool him down. Everything around Taehyung blurred into heat, sensation, and the weight of the man above him pressing him down to the mattress. "Fuck Yes, Uncle Jeon!" Taehyung cried out when Jungkook pulled back, leaving his mouth dry and swollen.

Jungkook chuckled, but there was no warmth in it-just something sharp, almost cruel. His gaze burned as he studied the boy beneath him, flushed and trembling. "You think you deserve this?"

Taehyung's breath hitched. Shame coiled tight in his stomach, but so did need. He shook his head, throat tight. "I... I'm sorry," he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. He didn't deserve it-he knew that. But he wanted it. God, he would beg if Jungkook made him.

"Sorry?' Jungkook laughed, dark and taunting, and sinister. He pulled his fingers away but before Taehyung could whine, he forced one of Taehyung's legs onto his shoulder and pushed himself all the way in one go. "You think a sorry would be enough?" He dared.

Taehyung's eyes widened the size of soccer.

For a moment, he couldn't breathe.

He took Jungkook just last night, but his size seemed to have increased overnight somehow. He felt stuffed. But he didn't get the chance to adjust because Jungkook pulled back and thrusted inside again.

Taehyung's body jerked upward at the force of it and the bed creaked. A sound between a moan and a cry escaped his lips. He struggled to breathe. Jungkook didn't give him time to wrap his head around anything. One moment, he was pushing in, and the next, he was fucking the daylights out of Taehyung.

Taehyung cried out, wanting his hands free so that he could cover his mouth. It was morning. There was no music in the house anymore. Everything was silent. Anyone could hear him moaning and crying.

Jungkook glared at him. "Moan and beg as much as you want, Wildflower." He clenched his jaw as he adjusted himself. Sitting on one knee while the other rested on the mattress, he pulled Taehyung's lower body up to his convenience. "I don't care if the whole house listens to you crying in pleasure as long as they don't know who is doing it to you."

"Uncle Jeon..." Taehyung cried out. "Please."

Jungkook gritted his teeth, beads of sweat forming at his neck and hairline as he rolled his hips pushing as deep as he could go. "I was sitting there all night, Taehyung, all fucking night when you were sleeping here peacefully after getting what you wanted. I had waited for so long to do this."

Taehyung's nails dug into his palm as he struggled to breath. Jungkook held him by his hips in a bruising hold, his hard length pounding into him mercilessly. Taehyung's eyes rolled back. The familiar coil built in his core.

"I have no intention of making it easy for you."

"Uncle Jeon-"

"You like it this way, anyway... don't you?"

A shudder ran through Taehyung's body. An incoherent sound took birth in his chest which shook with each thrust from Jungkook. The coil tightened faster and faster. His uncle was so right. Taehyung loved this. Taehyung was loving it. He loved the roar of his blood in his ears and the thrumming of his heart.

He loved how he could hear and feel nothing except his uncle, and the pleasure he imparted on him.

The muscles in his body tightened. His balls strained so much that Taehyung was scared they will burst. His teeth clenched and his blood roared. He was coming. Close. Close. So close until the tension felt unbearable.

Jungkook's grip didn't waver. His smirk deepened. "That's it, wildflower. Let go for me."

A sob escaped Taehyung's lips. One thrust. Just one thrust was what he needed to explode. He waited for his uncle to hit that right spot just one last time, but it never happened. Jungkook pulled back but he never pushed back again.

Taehyung's hole clenched around air as the feeling of emptiness took over him like a cold wave of sea. He snapped opened his eyes, at the brink of his orgasm and sanity, only to find Jungkook smirking.

God!

Jungkook visuals of thrusting into him were enough for Taehyung to come.

His hips jerked upwards and ropes of white spurted from his cock. The fabric bite into his wrist where he was bound as he pulled at it unknowingly. His legs trembled, body convulsing while his hips thrusted into air as he came.

Taehyung gasped, chest rising and falling rapidly as his body shuddered with the force of his release. It was blinding, uncontrollable-pure ruin.

It's when he came down from his high that he looked at Jungkook's face. His angry eyes, clenched teeth, messy hairs sticking to his forehead before his eyes drifted down to his tensed muscles glistening in sweat and the thick cock, hard and throbbing, shining with all the oil and Taehyung's juices on it.

Taehyung couldn't help but giggle noticing his fisted hands.

"Poor attempt at cum denial." He teased, laughing uncontrollably even when his head swam. "Should have pulled out sooner."

"Fuck you, Taehyung!" Jungkook cursed under his breath. Taehyung opened his mouth to retort, but his laughter soon died, and a terrified squeal filled the room when Jungkook held his ankle and flipped him over.

"Enjoying too much, are not you?" He threatened, his dark voice charging the air. "On fours." he demanded, pushing him onto his knees. "Laugh. Let's see how long it takes for you to cry."

Taehyung swallowed hard, his body screaming for rest, but his uncle's words sent another sharp thrill down his spine. Jungkook was not done yet.

God help him.

His stomach did a flip when Jungkook pushed his face down into the pillow. "Bite the damn thing because I am not holding back.... Or maybe not!" He added parting Taehyung's ass cheeks. "Let the neighbors hear how good I fuck you."

"Uncle Jeon, I-" Taehyung called, scared but before he could speak, Jungkook thrusted into him all the way. A deep growl escaped his lips. "You can't fucking blame me for not pulling out earlier when you feel this good." He let out through gritted teeth; his cock sunk deep in Taehyung's abused hole.

"Heaven! Pure heaven! I could fuck you all day. All my life!"

Taehyung tried to catch his breath, his lips parting around a choked plea. "Uncle Jeon, I-"

Before he could finish, Jungkook drove into him again-deep, rough, merciless. The force sent him forward, knocking the air from his lungs.

Taehyung's body arched, his oversensitive nerves screaming between pleasure and pain. His thighs shook as Jungkook set a brutal pace, fucking into him like he had a point to prove.

A low, wrecked moan escaped Taehyung's lips. His body betrayed him, clenching around the intrusion, drawing Jungkook deeper. He was needy. And fuck! God forbid him, but he wanted to be ruined in a way only his uncle could ruin him.

"I might be hanged to say this but fuck, my nephew got such a nice ass. Round and plump and so fucking tight." Jungkook clenched his teeth, thrusting.

Taehyung moaned, his hole clenching around Jungkook at his words. "H-Harder, Uncle Jeon."

The said male thrusted into him from behind. "You like the dirty talk, don't you?"

Taehyung didn't answer. He Couldn't. His face burned, his shame warring with the unbearable pleasure pulsing through his veins. But his body answered for him-clenching Jungkook in response, so tight and desperate that Jungkook hissed through his teeth.

"You like talked dirty. You like getting fucked by your uncle. You seduced him, and then when he gave it to you, you didn't even wait for me," Jungkook murmured, voice dark with amusement. "Didn't e-even ask for permission." He thrusted with a punishing force as he spoke. "Came like a desperate little thing, untouched and begging. Where's your shame, wildflower?"

Taehyung's insides clenched.

Oh God! The man behind him was going to be the death of him. If he kept talking like that, Taehyung would explode again.

He barely had time to process the words before Jungkook adjusted his angle-hitting his prostate with devastating accuracy and an increased pace. His vision blurred.

The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, the sharp slap of Jungkook's thrusts, and Taehyung's desperate cries. Tears of pleasure rolled down his eyes. He bit into the pillow as his orgasm build again.

"Taehyung!" He heard a knock at the door and Taehyung froze. His heart almost stopped.

His eyes snapped to the door, panic flooding his veins. He barely registered the way Jungkook's grip tightened, the way his uncle's pace never faltered, the way his thick cock was still stretching him open, still fucking him like nothing else mattered.

The door was locked. He breathed in relief, but a moan escaped his lips when Jungkook hit his prostate.

"Tae! You up?" Jimin asked from the other side of the door.

A fresh wave of mortification crashed over him. His heart pounded. His stomach twisted. Jungkook- Jungkook pressed in deeper leaning in, his lips ghosting over Taehyung's ear. "You're not going to answer him?"

Taehyung's breath hitched.

Jungkook rolled his hips deliberately, slow and deep, dragging a strangled moan from Taehyung's throat.

"Oh," Jungkook purred, biting down on the shell of his ear. "That's right. You can't."

Taehyung pressed his face into the pillow, muffling the wrecked sound that tried to slip past his lips. His pulse thundered in his ears, drowning out everything but the heat of Jungkook's body against his back.

"Tae?" Jimin called again. Taehyung could hear the concern in his voice. "You okay?"

Taehyung knew Jimin must be worried after how he had excused himself from the party saying he wasn't feeling well. He would have appreciated it some other time but at that moment, Jimin's concern annoyed him.

Jungkook's grip on his hips tightened, and he rocked forward again, his thrust deliberate, slow, excruciating. Taehyung's legs trembled. His nails dug into the sheets, his entire body coiling like a bowstring ready to snap. Fuck yes! He was so close. Again.

Jungkook's breath was a ghost against his jaw, his voice a wicked murmur. "He's waiting, wildflower. Tell him if you are okay."

Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut, trying to gather enough breath to form words.

Jungkook rolled his hips, purposefully grinding against that spot inside him that made his vision blur. Taehyung choked on his own breath, his bound hands twisting against the sheets, his body screaming for relief. "Y-Yeah," he croaked, his voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.

"You sure?" Jungkook trusted again. Deeper. Sharper.

Taehyung's whole body jerked, a strangled whimper betraying him.

Jimin turned the knob, trying, before knocking again. "Tae? What the fuck are you doing?"

Only if he could yell what he was doing! Curses and colorful profanities were at the tip of his tongue, but his uncle wasn't giving him a chance to form coherent words.

Jungkook stilled inside him, his body blanketing Taehyung's own, keeping him pinned as he had his tattooed hand around Taehyung's stomach. The boy thanked the heavens above for the short break.

He opened his mouth to tell Jimin off, but Jungkook pulled back until only the tip remained-before slamming in, rough and fast. "Oh, this is fucking awesome!" he hissed.

Taehyung's whole body jolted forward, the force knocking a cry from his throat.

Jungkook clamped a hand over his mouth, shushing him as he pounded into him. His smirk was pressed to Taehyung's flushed cheek, his voice a wicked whisper. "Ah, ah, ah... careful, wildflower." He breathed hard and fast. " Careful unless you want him to hear how desperate you are."

Taehyung shook his head wildly, his nails digging into his palm, legs trembling under the cruel grip Jungkook had on his waist. His entire body was strung tight, ready to snap, but Jungkook wasn't letting him.

He wasn't letting him.

Please! He begged. He didn't even know what he was begging for. Jimin was trying to break in and Jungkook had him bent on all fours.

Jimin spoke from the other side of the door again. "Are you sick? You sound weird."

Jungkook stifled a laugh against Taehyung's neck and removed his hand from Taehyung's mouth. "Answer him."

Taehyung gasped, trying to pull together enough air to speak. "I-I'm fine," he stammered, his voice high, strained but his hips moved to meet his uncle's thrusts halfway. "Just-nngh-just tired."

Jungkook rewarded him with another slow, deliberate thrust, dragging it out until Taehyung was shuddering beneath him. Jungkook's grip on his jaw tightened, tilting his head back. "Mhmm, that didn't sound very convincing."

Taehyung barely held back another moan.

"Just checking up. You didn't look well last night." Jimin responded from the other side.

"You didn't?" Jungkook questioned, his hot breath against Taehyung sweating neck. "Did he see how beautiful and well-ruined you looked last night?"

Taehyung clenched his teeth. His uncle was having his fun now. He opened his mouth again only to choke when Jungkook reached down to pump his cock to accelerate his orgasm.

"Please no," Taehyung cried out beneath him. He won't be able to muffle the sound and Jimin will hear it.

"You can't tell me what I should or should not do, baby. This is your punishment, remember?" He let out through gritted teeth. Taehyung's abdominal muscles clenched. Every nerve in his body was on fire. He knew he was close.

"Am s-sorry." He choked, his tears rolling down his cheek, but his hips thrusted into Jungkook's fists despite his attempts to control them. He wanted to come, and he didn't want to come.

"Just l-leave me alone, Ch-Chim!" He yelled angrily because he couldn't yell at Jungkook. His uncle increased his pace, his first moving effortlessly against his oiled dick, and Taehyung's world tilted on its axis. His eyes rolled back. Heat travelled from his head down to his chest and to his groin. He pushed his face into the pillow and let out a silent cry.

He was close. He held his breath and dug his toes into the mattress as he waited for the orgasm to crash over him. He whimpered when Jungkook pulled out, leaving Taehyung sensitive and clenching around nothing.

A sob of frustration tore from his throat. "You-"

Jungkook cut him off by flipping him onto his back, gripping his thighs and dragging him down the mattress so that Taehyung was completely spread out beneath him, helpless, wrecked.

His uncle grinned; dark eyes gleaming as he dragged a finger down Taehyung's heaving chest. "That was cute," he mused, tilting his head. "You were so close to getting caught. And yet... look at you."

Taehyung's chest rose and fell erratically. His eyes snapped towards the door again. That's when he realized Jimin was gone. Jungkook tsked, brushing a thumb over his swollen lips. "You were going to come, weren't you?"

Taehyung clenched his fists, his body burning with need. He refused to answer.

"You love this," Jungkook murmured, dragging his cock along the inside of Taehyung's thigh, teasing, not giving him what he needed.

Taehyung's breath stuttered.

"I should punish you for making me wait last night," Jungkook licked his lips as he pressed the tip against Taehyung's stretched hole but didn't push in. "You left me. After taking me so well. That was so, so selfish of you."

Taehyung whined.

Jungkook hummed in fake sympathy, stroking his cheek. "Don't worry, wildflower." He leaned in, breath hot against his lips. "I'll make you regret it."

Then, without warning, he slammed back inside. And Taehyung shattered.

The knot that hadn't fully dissolved yet tightened. A few thrusts from Jungkook and he came again. His semen coated his uncle's abs and his groin. Blood rushed to his head, and he could see black. He struggled to smoothen his dry throat, but more cries tore out of his chest as Jungkook pumped into him at an animalistic pace.

Oversensitivity made him thrash. He tattered at the edge of consciousness and sleep, his burnt body refusing to enjoy it anymore but too liquid to move or push Jungkook away.

His eyelids drooped.

Jungkook parted his legs even more and came over him, "Don't you dare pass out on me again, Taehyung. I swear I'll fuck you in your sleep if you did. Trust me, I am no gentleman!"

Taehyung forced open his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks. Exhaustion curled its vile tendrils around his mind, but he nodded.

"Good boy!" Jungkook smiled. Cupping his face, he kissed him as he fucked Taehyung. A groan rumbled in his chest, and he bit Taehyung's lower lip drawing out blood. Taehyung tasted copper in his mouth.

"Fuck! A-Am coming."

"Me... Me too." Taehyung moaned out in between his breath. Despite the tensing muscles and burning feeling down in his ass, he couldn't stop himself from smiling feeling Jungkook's lips curl against his own.

And in no time, Jungkook growled, deep and raw, as he swelled inside Taehyung before finally exploding. Hot liquid filled Taehyung and just like that, Jungkook forced the third orgasm from the boy who bit into his shoulder at the pain and the pleasure.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync as they rode their high.

It was when Jungkook rolled over to lay beside Taehyung that Taehyung finally swallowed. His parched throat itched from all the screaming and crying.

"You okay?" Jungkook asked after a few moments of silence.

"Other than being numb in my lower half?" he questioned opening his drooping eyes. "Perfect." He licked his lips shaking his head. "In fact, w-we could go for round two if you are not spent yet."

Jungkook's chuckle wrapped around him like liquid velvet. His lips curled into a smile as he lay there hearing his blood roaring in his ears and the waves crashing against the shore in distance. His eyes closed on their own again. Totally drained.

Jungkook untied his hands. Taehyung let out a hiss through gritted teeth when he caressed his wrists. He didn't realise it until now but they were sore. But it was worth it.

He opened his eyes when he heard Jungkook groan. "You are so fuckinng delicate!" Holding his wrists, he kissed them, trailing his hit tongue along the red bruises, soothing then with his hot mouth, and caressing each one of them with the pad of his thumb.

A blush appeared on his cheeks.

He felt the mattress beside him dipping and refilling. "I'll clean you up." He heard Jungkook say.

Taehyung nodded. He didn't realize when Jungkook walked away or when he came back. He faintly registered him kissing Taehyung's forehead and covering him with sheets. It was after his heart has calmed down that he opened his eyes only to find Jungkook pulling up his pants.

He licked his dry lips again. "Can you give me a list of things that can earn me a punishment?"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

Taehyung gave a tired shrug. "Just want to make sure I don't repeat those things too often."

"Or just to make sure that you do one of those things everyday?" His uncle's question made Taehyung smile sheepishly.

"Just pretend you don't know."

Jungkook smiled picking up his shirt from the floor. "Okay. I'll pretend that. But keep being you and I'll keep finding excuses to tie you up. This time, in my bed." He pulled the shirt up his arms and buttoned up.

Walking over to him, he kissed his forehead like it was the most natural thing to do. "Take some rest. The painkillers are there if you need." He pointed towards the nightstand.

"I'll see you when you learn to walk again."

Taehyung gasped, blinking almost flabbergasted but Uncle Jeon just winked, lifting his chin to close Taehyung's mouth and walked out closing the door behind him.

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6K words!!

You know, I had decided I won't keep the chapters too long for this book but here we are. Breaking records. But who cares? It was so hot... Wasn't it??

Uncle Jeon is some maddening man 😭😭!!

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Till next time, take care babies. I will try to come back sooner this time. Was losing some motivation ✨✨ Love you ❤️❤️