Jungkook could no longer take it. The days he spent avoiding Taehyung had turned into pure torture, his body burning with unfulfilled desire and his heart aching with longing. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was Taehyung’s pretty face, those soft lips, and the delicate curve of his body.

He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t eat. His mind was consumed by the one thing he had sworn to stay away from — Taehyung.

And now… Taehyung was here.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” Taehyung’s voice trembled slightly as he stood in the doorway of Jungkook’s room. He was wearing one of those delicate silk dresses again, one that clung to his curves, showing off his plump breasts and wide hips. His thick thighs peeked out beneath the short hem, and Jungkook’s throat ran dry.

“Go back to your room, Taehyung,” Jungkook rasped, his fists clenched by his sides. “I told you to stay away from me.”

Taehyung frowned, his gaze fixed on the older man. “Why?” he whispered, stepping closer. “Why are you avoiding me? Did I… do something wrong?”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Then why?”

“Because I can’t control myself around you!” Jungkook finally snapped, his voice rough and desperate. His chest heaved as he stared at Taehyung, his eyes dark with unspoken desire. “You don’t understand what you do to me. You walk around in these pretty clothes, with your sweet voice, and your soft body… I can’t think straight when you’re near me, Taehyung.”

Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat. He took another step forward. “Then don’t control yourself.”

Jungkook froze.

“What?”

Taehyung’s lips trembled, his gaze locked on the older man. “I… I’ve been waiting for you. Every night, I dream about you touching me. Holding me. Loving me. I don’t want you to avoid me anymore, Jungkook.”

“No.” Jungkook backed away, his body trembling. “No… I can’t. I’m too old for you. I’m not good enough. I’m—”

“I don’t care!” Taehyung suddenly yelled, tears burning in his eyes. “I don’t care if you’re old! I don’t care if you think you’re ugly! I want you, Jungkook. Only you.”

Jungkook’s entire body shook. His control, which he had been clutching onto so desperately, was rapidly slipping away. “Don’t say that, Tae… Please…”

“Why?” Taehyung’s voice cracked. “Why can’t I say it? Do you know how much it hurts watching you push me away? I want you, Jungkook. I want you to touch me, love me—”

“Stop,” Jungkook growled. His breathing was harsh, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. “Don’t tempt me any more than you already have, Taehyung. If you don’t leave now… I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Taehyung’s next words were soft but deliberate. “Then don’t stop yourself.”

Something inside Jungkook snapped.

In the next second, he crossed the distance between them and slammed his mouth against Taehyung’s. The kiss was nothing gentle — it was rough, desperate, and fueled by weeks of pent-up desire. His large hands gripped Taehyung’s waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were flushed together.

Taehyung gasped into the kiss, his arms automatically wrapping around Jungkook’s neck. “Ah—!”

Jungkook growled lowly, his tongue plunging into Taehyung’s mouth as if he were dying of thirst. His large, rough hands slid down Taehyung’s waist, squeezing his soft, wide hips before gripping his thick thighs.

“God… you feel so soft,” Jungkook panted, his mouth trailing down to Taehyung’s neck. He sucked, bit, and licked the delicate skin, leaving dark bruises in his wake. “So perfect. So pretty. How did I resist you for so long?”

Taehyung whimpered, his fingers digging into Jungkook’s broad back. “D-Don’t stop… Please, don’t stop…”

Jungkook groaned. His control was long gone. With a grunt, he lifted Taehyung and carried him to the bed, roughly laying him down. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Taehyung,” he rasped, his eyes burning with desire. “I won’t be gentle. I won’t stop until I’ve completely ruined you.”

Taehyung’s cheeks flushed, his thighs clenching together. “Then ruin me.”

A guttural growl tore from Jungkook’s throat. He ripped Taehyung’s silk dress off his body, exposing his bare chest and hardened pink nipples. Without hesitation, Jungkook latched onto one of the sensitive buds, sucking harshly.

“Ahh! Jungkook—!” Taehyung arched his back, his legs wrapping around Jungkook’s thick waist. His body was already trembling from the intensity of the older man’s touch.

“So fucking perfect,” Jungkook growled, switching to the other nipple. His large, rough hand gripped Taehyung’s hip, squeezing the soft flesh. “I’m gonna ruin you, baby. Gonna make you mine.”

Taehyung’s eyes filled with tears of pleasure. “Yes! Please! I-I’m yours, Jungkook! I’ve always been yours!”

With a low snarl, Jungkook yanked Taehyung’s panties down, exposing his dripping boypussy. His pupils dilated at the sight. “So wet… Fuck, Tae. Is this all for me?”

Taehyung’s face burned with shame. “Y-Yes…”

Jungkook didn’t waste another second. He slammed his mouth against Taehyung’s boypussy, devouring him like a starved man. His tongue plunged inside, swirling and licking, while his large hands held Taehyung down.

“AHHH! JUNGKOOK!” Taehyung screamed, his back arching as waves of pleasure wracked his body. “T-Too much! Ahhh—!”

Jungkook didn’t stop. He growled, his tongue thrusting deeper, desperate to taste more of Taehyung’s sweetness. His fingers dug into Taehyung’s soft hips, bruising the delicate flesh.

“So sweet,” Jungkook panted, his mouth coated in Taehyung’s slick. “I’m not stopping, baby. Not until you’re begging me to fill you up.”

Tears slipped down Taehyung’s face. “P-Please! Please, Jungkook! I-I can’t— I need you inside me! Please!”

That was all it took.

Jungkook ripped his own clothes off, his thick, heavy cock springing free. Taehyung’s eyes widened at the sheer size. “Oh my god…”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Jungkook rasped, lining himself up. “But I can’t be gentle anymore.”

With that, he slammed inside Taehyung in one deep thrust.

“AHHHHHH!” Taehyung screamed, his entire body arching off the bed. His nails dug into Jungkook’s back, leaving deep red marks.

“FUCK!” Jungkook grunted, his thick cock stretching Taehyung impossibly wide. “So fucking tight… So perfect…”

He didn’t give Taehyung a chance to adjust. He pounded into him relentlessly, his thick belly pressing against Taehyung’s smaller frame. The bed shook violently with each thrust.

“AHH! AH! JUNGKOOK! I-I CAN’T—!”

“You can,” Jungkook growled. “Take it, baby. Take all of me.”

Taehyung’s body convulsed. “I-I’M GONNA CUM—!”

“Cum for me, baby. Cum while I ruin you.”

And just like that — Taehyung screamed, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave.

But Jungkook didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, his voice strained. “I’m not done. I’m gonna fill you up, Tae. I’m gonna make you mine.”

And he did.

Over and over again.