✨19✨

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The commotion around him returned as soon as Jungkook walked away, leaving Taehyung standing under the staircase. Someone was cursing, others were laughing, and people in the party were too occupied, enjoying; but Taehyung stood in his place, his mind hazy. 

His stomach felt on fire. He could feel Jungkook's fingers sprawled across his front, pushing the air out of his lungs as he pulled Taehyung to himself.

Fuck!

He looked around, watching all the guys almost shirtless now as they wiped the cake off their bodies. Their skin glistened with sweat. Taehyung knew it was just an excuse, their cheap tricks to get girls into their bed but he didn't give them much attention.

He ignored everyone and made his way towards the stairs, an excited edge to his urgent steps. He didn't give a damn about the party. He could only imagine what might be waiting for him in his room. His chest rose and fell erratically as he sweated at just the idea of it.

It was real. And happening. 

He knew Jungkook was going to tease him again for being so impatient. He had asked him to take his time. But Taehyung couldn't wait anymore. 

Yes, he was desperate. And he had no intention or reason of hiding it. It wasn't like he hadn't already established that. He had been dreaming about it since the day he got to know about the idea of sex and pleasure.

He remembered he was fifteen when his body had burned like this for the first time.

Alone in the shower, hot water running down his back, breath coming fast. Curious. Hesitant. Afraid. He had touched himself, shallow breaths escaping his lips as he pumped himself slowly but never gone all the way. His fingers shook too much, and it felt overwhelming.

The same summer, Jimin had introduced him to porn. He acted to be not interested but he had watched Jimin touching himself. They had been the best of buddies, and Jimin was never shy. He had told Taehyung how good it felt, and he showed him too. He had thrown his head back, gasped, groaned, his hand moving in slow strokes. 

When something white spilled over his fingers, he had hissed through clenched teeth, his brows furrowed as if it hurt. But Jimin had said it felt good.

And Taehyung had been curious. 

Later that night, he checked the corridors and closed the door and checked it again to make sure it was locked. He felt guilty. Sinner. Like he shouldn't be doing this, but his hormones accompanied by curiosity won over it. 

Under the blanket, he went incognito. His heart thudded inside in his chest and his palms were clammy. The porn site offered so much. so many thumbnails, so many options. One had grabbed his attention and almost scared, he clicked on the gay porn.

Two men. One on his knees, eyes dark, red, swollen lips stretched around something thick. Moans filled his head through his headphones, soft and deep, sending an odd shudder through Taehyung's spine. He had swallowed; eyes wide, unable to look away.

He didn't realize when he slid a hand under the blanket, into the waistband of his boxers, fingers grazing over his hardening length. He had started slow, barely stroking, feeling his breath come faster.

The man on the screen groaned. The other one grabbed his hair, tugged him closer, murmuring something filthy Taehyung could barely process as the man in the video thrust into his partner's mouth starting soft and gentle.

Taehyung's stomach clenched as his fingers tightened around himself, pumping.

His lashes fluttered. His breath stuttered. And then, it happened.

In his imagination, he replaced the man on his knees. He didn't know why? He could also have been the man getting pleasured, standing and pulling the other's hair, but he imagined himself to be at hus knees pleasuring the other, and out of nowhere, the man standing above him took the face of his uncle.

Not the man in the video. Not some stranger but Jungkook.

His hot uncle.

Taehyung's mind had conjured him without permission, his deep voice, his sharp jawline, the way he smirked when he teased, his black eyes darkening even more as he looked down at Taehyung, guiding the boy's mouth onto his length holding the back of his head.

The thought was so vivid it stole the breath from his lungs.

Taehyung had gasped, panic crashing over his arousal like a wave. His hand had stilled, guilt slamming into his ribs like a fist. His stomach churned, yet his cock throbbed in his grip, betraying him.

He had thrown the blanket off, heart racing, disgusted with himself. But it hadn't mattered. The more he tried to not think about what he imagined, the clearer he saw it. Him on his knees. His uncle's cock in his mouth, and his hold tightened around his dick.

His gasped and struggled to push Jungkook out of his mind as he pumped himself, but more imaginations come running into his head, each one filthier than last.

Tears of pleasure formed in his eyes at the building orgasm. He felt like he will explode. The feeling scared him, but he wanted to see what happens when white spills.

His legs trembled, his toes digging into the mattress as his uncle thrusted into his mouth, his tatted hand curling around Taehyung's hair as he guided the boy at his mercy.

His dirty words echoed in his mind and the coil in his abdomen snapped open like an electric wire. Sobbing into his hand, he came to the thought of Jungkook doing that, and so much more to him.

He was fucked. So so fucked.

He had never had any such thought about Jungkook before that night, he just watched him, playing around with everyone, laughing so freely and being everyone's favorite uncle, wondering when he will look at Taehyung and talk to him, when he will pull him to his side and squeeze but that night forward, he thought every wrong thing about him. 

His hormones loved the thought of his uncle. His body came alive at the idea of him touching Taehyung in ways he shouldn't. 

Every time his eyes closed as he touched himself, he was there in the darkness of his mind—watching, smirking, whispering filth. 

And now, he was no longer just a thought. Now, he was upstairs. Waiting for him to bring all his imaginations to life.

His abdominal muscles clenched as he made his way up the stairs. The music was loud, bass vibrating everything within him, adding to the buzz in his body.

He never imagined his eighteenth birthday was going to be so memorable!! Adrenaline flooded his veins while arousal curled his fingers around his head. A thrill filled every cell in his body.

He bit on his lower lip, his eyes twinkling bright in sweet anticipation but just as he reached the bottom step, a hand yanked at his wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Taehyung turned, his gaze unfocused. Jimin stood there, grinning up at him, completely unaware of the storm raging inside his best friend.

"Come on, beer pong. We need one more."

Taehyung swallowed, trying to compose himself and waved his hand. "No... I... I don't feel like it." His gaze unknowingly glanced up impatiently.

Jimin looked at him concerned. "You okay? Your face is red."

Damn the red face! He was turned on. Burning alive from the inside out. His cock was hard, straining against the confines of his jeans, and the last thing he needed was for Jimin to notice. "Yeah... Just not feeling well." He lied.

"Everything good?" Jimin asked walking over to him, his eyebrows pinched in concern. The worst part was Taehyung didn't even feel guilty for lying to his best friend.

He just wanted Jimin to leave him alone!!

"Y-Yeah... Don't worry. I'll be in my room." He said and turned around to leave. Jungkook must be waiting for him.

"Okay... I'll come with you." Jimin nodded following him. Taehyung stopped dead short.

"No you can't!"

Jimin looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. Taehyung's eyes widened when he realized how that sounded. He shook his head, panicked. "I... I mean the party j-just started. You have fun. I'll just sleep i-it off."

Jimin watched him examining and Taehyung shifted in his feet. A bead of sweat rolled down his spine, but he didn't know if it was because of Jimin having his suspicion, or the burning need in the pit of his stomach.

He felt too hot, and the crowd suddenly seemed to be taking up too much air and space. He wanted to be out of here. He wanted to be out of his clothes.

"You sure?" Jimin finally asked. "I can come w-"

Taehyung shook his head before he could even complete. "No. I want to sleep." He lied smoothly once more. Jimin blinked not sure, but he nodded.

Taehyung smiled at him and ran away but his mind was already ahead of him, past the stairs, past the door—straight to Jungkook, waiting for him in the dim glow of his bedroom.

He felt like his heart will come out of his chest as soon as he pushed open the door. Smell of cigarette in air hit his nostrils. His eyes met his uncle's dark ones as soon as the door opened, and he felt the rush of testosterone in his blood.

Jungkook was sitting at the foot of the bed, bathing in the dim glow of the golden lamp at the bedside table. His shirt was gone, revealing the smooth, sculpted lines of his chest. The muscles on his body rippled as he shifted slightly.

Taehyung's eyes roamed all over him. That body... it was a work of art, defined, flawless. The sight of veins running beneath his skin as he flicked the ash off the cigarette he held in between his index and middle finger caught his gaze.

The muscles in Taehyung's stomach tightened.

He wanted to curse and groan. Jungkook was gorgeous. So fucking big and ripe and gorgeous. Confidence and dominance oozed out of him bringing every particle in the room to submission. He was like that big, male alpha who commands superiority when he walks into a room.

If he was a girl, Taehyung would have begged him to breed him. 

He didn't have words to describe his beauty. He had always been sexy, but who could say thirty could do that to a man! 

His heart pounded in his chest. He noticed his uncle's eyes dropping low before it travelled all over his body and something flashed in his eyes. There was no hesitation, no shyness in his gaze — only that smoldering look that sent heat rushing to Taehyung's cheeks.

His toes curled in his sneakers. Every cell in his body came to life. Music sounded faded in the room, but his heart thumped to the bass which vibrated the charged air in the room.

 "You took your time." Jungkook taunted, a teasing glint in his eyes. "It's been four minutes, Taehyung!"

Taehyung could only smile despite controlling himself. He had seen that coming. "You want me to go back?" He asked, challenging, his chest rose and fell erratically, his heart pumping like broken machine. "Lake's still down there. We have some unfinished business. Maybe I'll just get it done in the meantime." 

He raised an eyebrow suggestively when his uncle kept watching him. He was desperate but he was not a kid to not see how Jungkook wanted it too. His kiss downstairs established it in all caps. He had no right to tease Taehyung!

But his confidence didn't last long. The corner of Jungkook's mouth curled up and Taehyung squirmed in his place. That was supposed to take Jungkook off guard, not make him fucking smile. He shifted in his place. "W-What?"

"Jake..." Jungkook told him shaking his head, a laughter in his eyes. Taehyung's eyebrows pinched together in confusion; his mind too occupied at the way his uncle's biceps bulged as held the roll to his lips.

"His name is Jake, Taehyung!" 

His words broke Taehyung's trance. The confusion on his features intensified before it dawned upon him. Embarrassment made it to his face and neck when he saw his uncle's raised eyebrow. Fuck it! He was trying to act all bold and confident when in real, Jungkook occupied all the space in his mind. He couldn't even remember a name.

And now, his uncle knew it too.

Why did he even try?

Jungkook chuckled exhaling, the smoke curling in the room, and crushed the cigarette with his shoe. "I want to believe you are not a kid anymore, but you make me doubt." He said getting up. "You are so fucking adorable."

Taehyung's stomach clenched with each step his uncle took towards him. "I am not a kid."

"Are you not?"

He licked his lips shaking his head. "It's my eighteenth birthday... r-remember?" He hated being seen as a kid by Jungkook. He was anything but a kid. Hell... the kid was going to fuck him tonight.

He swallowed as his uncle walked over to him, his black eyes holding Taehyung captive. The room suddenly felt smaller. Hotter. His breath hitched when Jungkook leaned in, his nose tickling his jaw. His fists clenched, and his breath came out in pants.

He felt his body burning as Jungkook inhaled into his neck before licking the shell of his ear. His eyes closed on their own as he whimpered. "Uncle Jeon..." 

Jungkook hummed against his skin, the deep vibration sending a violent shudder down his spine. His breath was hot, intoxicating, curling around Taehyung's senses like smoke. He sucked in a breath when he felt Jungkook's hand against his stomach, pushing him to the door. 

His breath hitched when his back hit to cold wood behind. Opening his eyes, he found Jungkook already staring at him. Jungkook placed his hand beside his head while the other still rested on his stomach, and Taehyung felt so freaking small.

"How can I forget that." He breathed against his lips, a smile in his voice while the heat in his gaze melted Taehyung to the core. "I am here to complete your birthday wish." 

His stomach flipped at the meaning. He opened his mouth to say something but words stuck in his throat. Jungkook's knee nudged between his thighs, spreading him just enough to make him whimper. He could feel it so close to where he needed it. Teasing him. Tormenting him.

His eyes closed on their own again.

"Isn't this what you wished for before blowing the candles tonight?" Jungkook's question made him shudder.

Taehyung nodded, his throat dry. "Yes." Fuck yes. 

His nails scratched against the door. His dick was aching. He needed a release, and his senses were very aware of Jungkook's knee between his thighs. He lowered down to rub himself against it and a smile curled up his lips. He threw his head back, dry humping without any care of the world.

A moan slipped free from his lips as electricity spread all over his body at the contact, but he whined when Jungkook stopped him by pushing his body flush against Taehyung's. He could feel every hard curve of Jungkook body pressed against his own. His mind turned hazy at the feeling. His hands left the door and found home in Jungkook's hair. "U-Uncle Jeon!" He moaned desperately.

"Yes... baby?" Jungkook encouraged, tugging at the knot in the silk choker around his neck. The piece of fabric came falling at the harsh tug, biting his skin on the way, making him arch his back. The sweat pricked his skin, but he burnt even more.

Oh God! A guttural sound ripped from his throat when Jungkook bit his sensitive spot gently before he did it again, harder this time. His head knocked onto the door as pleasure shot down his spine.

"Is this what you wished?" Jungkook growled biting his ear again and Taehyung could only curl into him. The world outside faded. Nothing reached him except the bass vibrating the ground beneath his feet or was it his body humming with need. He couldn't tell.

Jungkook groaned, low and deep, hands gripping Taehyung's hips tight enough to bruise. His lips traced a path up, teeth grazing, biting, soothing with his tongue while his knee moved between Taehyung's legs, rubbing his hardness teasingly. "Did you wish for me to rub you dry?" He asked and squeezed his ass. "Or you wished for me to fuck you until you come undone?"

Taehyung gasped, fingers twisting in Jungkook's hair, torn between the intoxicating pleasure and the burning need curling in his stomach. "U-Uncle—" His voice cracked, his body betraying him, responding eagerly to every touch, every word.

Jungkook chuckled darkly, his grip tightening. "Say it, baby," he demanded, voice dangerously low, lips brushing against Taehyung's parted ones as he still rubbed him with his knee. "Tell me what you want."

Beads of sweat appeared on Taehyung's hairline as he stood by the door moaning, panting, sweating and gasping, trying to wrap his head around the sensations he felt all at once. His mind was torn between the pain as Jungkook bit around his neck, and the pleasure shooting off in his groin as his uncle rubbed him with his knee.

He never knew he could be so hard. His jeans suffocated him. "Please..." He begged, his fingers tangled in Jungkook's hair.

Jungkook's teeth grazed his jaw, like a wild animal before feasting. "Please what, wildflower?" 

Fuck the damn name! His core tightened. He was close.

"I... I want you." He choked, shameless, and the next moment, his world tilted on its axis. A gasp left his lips as Jungkook's lips crashed down on his in a hungry kiss. No. He didn't kiss—he devoured. His mouth was rough, unrelenting, swallowing every breathless whimper that left Taehyung's lips. 

Taehyung felt like he was burning alive. His hands tangled in Jungkook's hair, gripping desperately as he kissed back, just as fevered, just as desperate. But Jungkook was in control. He was just following him, trying to match his pace.

A rough hand gripped his jaw, tilting his head back as Jungkook's tongue pushed past his lips, claiming every inch. The pressure of Jungkook's knee between his thighs made Taehyung arch, a strangled moan escaping into the kiss.

"Fuck—" he gasped when Jungkook broke away, only to bite down on his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth. Taehyung trembled, feeling like a yellow leave hanging to the branch with his everything.

Blood rushed to his head and everything around him blurred.

"Is this how you want me?" Jungkook growled, his breath hot against Taehyung's swollen lips. Taehyung shuddered, shaking his head. "No. Take me." 

With a swift motion, Jungkook spun him around, pressing him hard against the door before he yanked at Taehyung's shirt, ripping it down. Buttons went flying in every direction as he attacked Taehyung's neck from behind.

Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lip when he felt Jungkook press against him from behind—solid, hot, undeniable. A smile appeared on Taehyung's lips despite his condition. He wasn't the only one who wanted his uncle. Jungkook wanted him too just as badly.

The cold door against his chest made him shiver. His hardened nipples rubbed against the wooden surface as his uncle pushed into him from behind, and he moaned again. His eyes rolled back at the way Jungkook's hand came around to flick his jeans open.

His hand grazed against Taehyung's length as he pushed down the jeans. "Lock the door, baby." He commanded. 

Taehyung nodded, his skin on fire, his mind clouded with nothing but the scent of him, the feel of him, the way every part of his body screamed for more. Oh Goodness! He moaned as he searched around for the knob with his hand, his trembling fingers curling around the knob as if his life depended on it.

He twisted it with much difficulty, but the click got lost in the roaring of blood in his ears.

Jungkook turned him around again and captured his lips once more. Taehyung's ripped shirt lay apart. Taehyung pushed it out of his arms before wrapping them against his uncle's neck. The feel of Jungkook's hard chest against his own ignited a wildfire. Fuck! he was scared he will go crazy at the feeling of their bare bodies against each other.

And they weren't even fully naked yet.

Everything within him rotated. His arms slipped off Jungkook's sweating skin as he tried to hold onto him.

He heard people laughing on the other side of the door. His heart thudded wild in his chest in horror as well as exhilaration. They were just a door apart, unknown to what was happening inside.

Jungkook groaned diving deeper into his mouth. Taehyung's knees almost gave up when he felt those big hands on his ass. His heavy pants filled the air as Jungkook massaged the globes gently pulling Taehyung up to stand on his tiptoes. His eyes rolled back, his hot tongue dancing with Jungkook's in his mouth as they kissed messily.

His breath hitched when his uncle groped his ass roughly, kneading them, pulling the boy into his body. A pleasured cry escaped Taehyung's lips, but Jungkook swallowed it, his hands tightening around the soft flesh as he ground their bodies together. 

Taehyung's surrounding spun around him. His head fell back at the jolts of pleasure shooting through all over his body. The heat between them was unbearable, intoxicating, and yet, still not enough. Jungkook rolled his hips, challenging Taehyung's hardness with his own and the boy lost his ability to form coherent words.

"Unc- Uncle Jeon..." He whimpered, his voice shaking, pleading. His fingers curled around Jungkook's black hairs, desperate, needing more. He felt like his body will be blown at the heat that bubbled inside. Beads of sweat ran down his spine as his skin flushed pink.

Jungkook pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, his pupils blown wide with lust. "I know, baby," he murmured, his voice low, rough, sending shivers down Taehyung's spine. "I've got you." He said pulling him forward for another kiss. This one was filthier, hungrier, their tongues sliding together as Jungkook's other hand worked pushed down on Taehyung's jeans.

The denim slipped lower, pooling around Taehyung's thighs, leaving him bare and trembling. The cool air against his feverish skin sent a shudder through him. "God, you're perfect, And so sensitive," Jungkook rasped, the words hitting deep at the right places. His thighs clenched on their own.

He tried to push a lungful of oxygen down his throat, but it felt so difficult. Jungkook's fingers traced the curve of his waist before slipping lower. "I will ruin you."

Taehyung's head fell back against the door, his breath ragged, his entire body aching with need. Tears made it to his eyes as he nodded hastily, a small smile curling up his lips despite the thrum of his heart loud in his ears. That's what he wanted. "Do it, Uncle Jeon... I have fantasized a-about it." Fuck! He was so shameless.

"Oh, baby," Jungkook groaned slow, and deep. "You have no idea what I want to do with you." He picked Taehyung up by his ass. Taehyung wrapped his legs around his tight torso on instinct. Taehyung opened his mouth to say something, but his uncle was kissing him again as he carried him towards the bed.

The bass of the music made the bed vibrate adding to the intensity of it all. His back arched as soon as it hit the cold mattress. 

Jungkook pulled him away just slightly to pull out his pants along with the boxers. Taehyung's thighs clenched on instincts. The air around him felt too cold despite the summers. He heard his jeans falling somewhere before Jungkook parted his legs to make space for himself and came down to him again only to claim his lips once more.

Taehyung couldn't think. He couldn't breathe.

Jungkook kissed him as if he hadn't kissed for ages. The force of his mouth pushed Taehyung's head into the mattress, while his hungry lips assaulted Taehyung's leaving a sweet pain behind. He winced when he bit on his lower lip, but he loved it just the same. His shaky fingers found Jungkook's pants.

He was hanging at the edge with a thin thread. He would go crazy if he was made to wait more.

He felt feverish. Overheated.

Fumbling with the button, he flicked it open. 

Jungkook groaned against his lips, the sound vibrating through Taehyung's chest, making his head swim. His fingers trembled as he dragged the zipper down, desperate, needy, his entire body humming with anticipation.

The moment he pushed the fabric down, Jungkook pulled back just enough to shrug out of it, tossing it aside without care. And then he was back—pressing down on him, burning hot, all muscle and desire, his skin feverish against Taehyung's own.

Taehyung sucked in a sharp breath, his thighs instinctively clenching around Jungkook's waist as their bare bodies met, skin to skin, heat against heat with nothing but a thin fabric of Jungkook's underwear. A choked sound left his throat, something between a gasp and a moan, because fuck, this was too much, too good.

Jungkook let out a low curse, his hands gripping Taehyung's waist, thumbs stroking his burning skin. "You're shaking, baby," he murmured, voice thick with need. "Breathe for me."

But how could he? How could he breathe when every nerve in his body was on fire, when every inch of him was screaming for more? When his uncle's hard cock teased his abdomen, and he felt empty inside?

Tears made it to the corner of his eyes.

He couldn't, not when the heat of Jungkook's body was melting him from the inside out, not when his uncle's weight pressed him down in the most intoxicating way. This was so so so much better than what he imagined. Every nerve in his body was on fire and he was burning in euphoria.

"I— I can't," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper, his head lolling back against the sheets. His lips were swollen, kiss-bruised, tingling with the flaming heat of Jungkook's mouth while his black hair lay around his face in a messy halo. His lungs burned with the lack of air, but it wasn't enough—it would never be enough.

Jungkook's hand slid down his thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh before he hiked it higher around his waist, pressing in deeper. Taehyung cried out, his back arching, the delicious friction sparking something wild in his veins. He felt empty—desperate—his body pleading for something he couldn't even put into words.

"Fuck me, Uncle Jeon... P-Please!"

A sharp growl rumbled from Jungkook's chest, something primal, something dangerous, before he kissed Taehyung again—deep, bruising, possessive. His fingers tightened around Taehyung's thigh, nails digging in just enough to make him shudder. Then, without warning, he bites Taehyung's lower lips bruising it, it left Taehyung feeling like he was being punished for something.

"I will, wildflower," Jungkook hissed against his lips, his voice a husky promise, thick with lust. "And I won't be gentle."

Taehyung's eyes rolled back.

Taehyung didn't want gentle. Gentle wasn't his thing. Soft, slow touches never did it for him—not in porn, not in real life. He wanted to feel it. The weight of it. The heat of it. The roughness that left him breathless, marked, ruined. He parted his lips to say something, but the words never came because Jungkook was already moving, already pushing his boxers down, and—

Oh fucking holy devil!

Saliva pooled at the corner of his mouth as he took in the sight before him. His hole clenched around nothing, aching, needy. Like he expected, Jungkook was beautiful. Sinfully, devastatingly beautiful. 

He wondered what Jimin will say if he saw the sight.

His cock stood thick and proud between his muscular thighs; terrifying length decorated with veins that pulsed angrily beneath his flushed skin. The head was swollen, glistening with precum, dripping, a bead of arousal clinging to the tip before slipping down the shaft while his heavy sac hung low, tight and full, shifting deliciously with each subtle movement.

Jungkook wrapped his fist around it, his fingers barely closing around the thick girth, and pumped himself twice, a low groan escaping his lips and seeping down to Taehyun's bones.

He could imagine that cock pumping life into him. Or death? His fingers curled around the sheets while his throat went dry.

He needed it and he dreaded it. He didn't know what he felt more. That cock was going to destroy him. Split him open. Drag pleasure from his bones and leave him shaking, wrecked, boneless but his hole clenched and unclenched, begging to be filled.

He was already ruined. And Jungkook hadn't even touched him yet.

Jungkook smirked, running his thumb over the tip, spreading his own arousal with a deep, satisfied hum. "Speechless, wildflower?"

Taehyung's lips parted, but no words came. Yes, he was speechless, but the amusement in his uncle's eyes challenged him. He looked at the man boldly with his half-hooded eyes and parted his legs even wider. "Make me." 

The next thing he knew, he was being kissed again. A giggle escaped his lips but soon enough, he was a moaning mess again.

The kiss was deep, bruising, all tongue and teeth—hot enough to make his toes curl, rough enough to make his lips sting from all the biting and sucking. He didn't care. The pain only added to the burn already licking up his spine, feeding the fever coursing through his veins.

But none of it compared to the feel of Jungkook's cock pressing against his inner thigh. Thick. Heavy. Burning hot. 

The blunt head dragged against his flushed skin, smearing wetness in its wake, making Taehyung whimper against Jungkook's lips. His legs trembled where they were spread, heat pooling between them like a sinful offering.

Jungkook pulled back, lips red and glossy, eyes dark as sin. He licked his fingers before pressing against Taehyung's entrance without warning. "How about screaming, kid?" He asked pushing it inside. 

The slick heat of his spit mixed with the raw sensitivity of Taehyung's skin made him jolt. One finger wasn't too much but the uneasy feeling made him squirm. Jungkook watched him smugly as he fucked him with one finger.

"You're already shaking," he smirked. "So desperate for me, wildflower."

Fuck Yes!

Taehyung gasped, his back arching off the bed, but Jungkook didn't give him time to adjust. A second finger joined the first, stretching him open, scissoring him apart with rough, deliberate thrusts.

"Unc- Jeon!" His voice broke on a moan, high and needy.

"Shh," Jungkook hushed, his free hand gripping Taehyung's thigh, keeping him spread wide. "You wanted this, didn't you?" He curled his fingers, pressing against that one spot that made Taehyung's breath hitch, his nails digging into Jungkook's arm. "There it is."

Taehyung tried to catch his breath, but the way Jungkook moved—quick, precise, ruthless—made it impossible. He seemed to know every sensitive spot at the back of his hand. His fingers plunged deeper, twisting, stretching, pushing him closer to the edge faster than he could process.

"You're taking it so well," Jungkook praised, voice thick with satisfaction. "But you're still too tight, baby. Need you to loosen or it will hurt." He said adding another finger.

A cry left Taehyung's lips at the pain of being stretched but the need to feel him inside only intensified. He knees folded as he thrusted up to meet Jungkook's fingers halfway. The strange feeling along with the pain soon subsided and the pleasure took its place. "I want you now." He moaned, breathless, sweat running down his temple like drops of water.

"So ready and pretty for me." Jungkook said before his fingers disappeared leaving Taehyung gaping for more. His eyes snapped open to find his uncle sitting between his legs like the Greek God he was. 

He tilted his head, dragging his cock up, up, until the slick head nudged right against Taehyung's entrance, pressing just enough to make him feel it—just enough to tease. 

Wasn't he going to use the c-condom? Why would he gift it to him otherwise? The question was at the tip of Taehyung's tongue, but Jungkook's command erased them all. "Show me you are not a kid. Take it, wildflower."

"Uncle Jeon!" Taehyung gasped, fingers flying to Jungkook's biceps, nails digging in. His thighs twitched, instinctively clamping around Jungkook's waist, but a sharp slap to his outer thigh made him jolt.

"Keep them open," Jungkook growled, voice low and wrecked. "I want to watch you take me."

Taehyung let out a shaky breath at the breathless command, his stomach flipping, his body quivering as he forced his thighs apart again.

Jungkook smirked. "Good boy."

Good boy! Opening his legs wider and taking his uncle. 

The muscles in Taehyung's stomach clenched at the intent behind those words. His toes curled. Jungkook spit onto his hole, his eyes trained at Taehyung. His saliva made its way to Taehyung's waiting hole and then he pushed in—slow, torturous, a stretch that burned so good Taehyung nearly sobbed.

His toes dug into Jungkook's back as he had his legs wrapped around him, his head came off the mattress. Unbearable pain shoot off from where he was stretched open. His lungs burnt for oxygen, but he couldn't inhale.

Jungkook pulled back the tip before he pushed in again.

The thick head plunged into him hungrily, making way for Jungkook in and Taehyung felt it choking his throat. His body trembled as Jungkook took him, inch by inch.  "Fuck y-yes, Uncle Jeon...." He cried out.

His back arched off the bed, seeking more, his fingers clawing at Jungkook's back.

He inhaled sharply when Jungkook bottomed out. His insides impossibly stretched, he could feel his uncle throbbing inside him. Taehyung opened his teary eyes when Jungkook groaned. "Bloody fuck! You are so tight, baby."

And you are so thick, it's killing me, he wanted to say but Jungkook was kissing him again. Taehyung felt lightheaded but he kissed him back in a frenzy. Jungkook's muscles ripping under his touch as he moved drove him crazy.

His dick oozed precum.

Two thrust and he was scared he will come.

Jungkook rolled his hips, still kissing Taehyung, and the boy moaned out into the kiss. His walls clenched trying to hold Jungkook in when he pulled back, but his back arched when he thrusted all the way in again, the force of it jerking Taehyung upwards. "Happy birthday, wildflower." He breathed.

"God!" He cried out. He opened his eyes when he processed the words he heard over the music from down in the hall. Jungkook stared down at him with a smirk at his face. 

"You like it?" He asked holding Taehyung's hips in a bruising hold, his black eyes holding a suggestive glint. "You like your uncle pleasuring you?" 

Taehyung nodded readily. "Fuc- Y-Yes... please." More. It was going to be his best birthday present ever. He could already feel it in the pit of his stomach where a coil was forming. Jungkook increased his pace and Taehyung gritted his teeth.

A loud moan spilled free from his mouth when he hit a sensitive spot. Taehyung covered his mouth with his hand.

"Don't. I wanna hear you screaming." His uncle growled thrusting him with all his force. Taehyung's body jerked, the bed creaked while Taehyung cried out in pleasure.

"Uncle Jeon!" 

"Yes, wildflower! Scream for me."

"Fuck...." he mewled, crying. "It feels so good."  

He gasped when Jungkook dived in to take his nipple in his mouth. The hot swirl of his tongue around the perky bud made Taehyung arch his back. 

His arousal intensified. 

He held Jungkook's hair at the back of his head and pushed his mouth harder onto his nipple as he hugged the man close to himself. Their sweating bodies glided against one another. His hips met halfway as Jungkook thrusted into him at an animalistic pace.

Taehyung lost his ability to breath. To think. To form coherent words. His eyes rolled back to the back of his skull, and he saw stars. "God!" He yelped when he got his voice back. "I want more." 

Jungkook pulled away from his nipple. Sitting back, he placed one of Taehyung's legs on his shoulder. "God will give you more, baby." He said, continuing. His cock brought havoc inside as he fucked him like a dog, his teeth baring, his black eyes watching every small expression flashing on Taehyung's face.

The new angle gave him a better access to Taehyung's prostate. 

Taehyung couldn't hear the music anymore. He couldn't feel the bass anymore. His body burnt. The flat of his feet radiated flames as the muscles in his body convulsed. He felt like he was going to explode any moment.

"I... I am close." He managed to stutter.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asked, cockily.

Taehyung nodded, a bead of sweat from Jungkook's hair falling over his face. "I am going to die." He said swallowing his dry throat. He heard his uncle's chuckle, but he didn't care. He was flying in the clouds already.

He could feel his soul preparing to leave his body.

"You are not dying." Jungkook told him.

He shook his head. "I... I can see white." His vision blurred as the white light consumed him. There was a cliff ahead. And he was going to fall. Now. Now... Now.

His uncle's chuckle resonated in his ears again, faded and distance as moans and curses left his lips like holy chants. "You are not getting away so easily, Taehyung.You have been provoking me for so long." 

Taehyung's muscles clenched, his legs trembling as an impending wave prepared to take him under. The sounds of skin hitting against skin, filthy squelching sounds, Taehyung's moans and Jungkook's heavy breathing and timely groans overpowered the music in the air.

"Uncle Jeon..." He cried desperately. "I am coming." 

"No. Not yet." 

"But I am close." He cried again.

"I told you Taehyung. You are not allowed to come." He scolded, his words holding a dark warning.

"I can't control it." He tried. He held his breath, curled his toes, but his muscles tensed even more. Every nerve in his body was aflame.  The pressure had been building, each breath harder to catch, each movement sending sparks through his body. 

He could feel the tension deep in his core, his muscles tight, his heartbeat a drum in his chest. Every inch of his skin seemed to hum with awareness, every sensation amplified as he neared the edge.

"You come when I come." Jungkook announced. "Hold it in. I-" He was saying something ahead too but Taehyung exploded, crying. Tears ran down the corner of his eyes, mingling into the sweat at his temple. 

He felt like his soul was thrown out of his body.

He gasped, eyes shutting tight, his breath escaping in a sharp, desperate cry. For a split second, it felt as if time itself stopped, every nerve firing at once, every muscle contracting in an overwhelming rush. White ropes of semen came rushing out of his dick, coating his stomach. The world blurred, and all that was left was the deep, raw pleasure coursing through him.

And then, he collapsed.

He barely remembered something moving inside him. A wince left his lips at the overstimulation before that something stopped moving. He felt a soft pat against his cheek, and a faded voice reached his ears.

His eyeballs moved behind his lids but his mind refused to function.

He passed out. Again!

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Woof!! Finally!! 6.8K words in this chapter and it took me almost a week to write. It was really challenging. I was logging into my laptop, writing, not feeling like it, giving up, writing again, deleting it, writing again, editing it and so on!!

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