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Namjoon's just getting home from grocery shopping. He drops two bags by the front the door, the rest left in the car for his son's to help him with. He goes halfway up the stairs, then calls their names. No response comes. He continues up, then he hears it. Jin’s whimpering. And it's coming from Tae's room, the door shut while Jins's room is wide open and dark.
Inside Tae's room, Tae is fucking his little brother with a horrid rhythm, just trying to get off. Jin, a virgin prior to this, isn't complaining. He hasn't had any experience to make him realize good from bad sex-wise, but it feels good. Jin's squeezing his shoulders, mouth open as uncontrollable sounds leave him. Tae's chewing on his bottom lip as he thrusts into Jin’s wet cunt like an untrained dog. Neither of them hear Joon coming up the stairs, nor calling their names.
When the door swings open, Jin’s looking curiously at his cum filled cunt, Tae hunched over and panting beside him. “Shit,” Tae breathes, looking up, “dad, it's not…it's,” he fails to explain himself, and prepares to get kicked out, but instead, “Jinnie?” Namjoon says, an empathetic laugh leaving him. “Tae wasn't very good, was he?” Joon asks, a smile on his face. Jin’s brows raise in confusion, “um, I dunno,” he shrugs. Tae's face is pink, “I'm– I'm perfectly fine at having sex!” he frowns.
“If you wanted good sex, Jinnie, you should've come to me.” Joon cockily grins, Tae seething beside Jin. “Okay, boys, help me unload the car. I got both of your favorites,” he swiftly changes the topic.
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It's a couple of hours later now, and Jin’s in Namjoon's room, on his bed, in his lap, and latched onto his lips. Joon's hands are on Jin’s hips, grinding the boy down against his straining erection. Jin’s whimpering into the intense kiss, barely moving his lips as Joon is aggressive. His shoves his tongue into the boy's mouth, forcing him to suck on it while Joon's hands move to his ass. Seokjin thinks this is way better than what Taehyung had to offer already.
Joon breaks the kiss, and Jin’s panting, looking rather disheveled. “Papa,” Jin meekly says, in shock, his pussy throbbing. Tae hadn't even kissed him, in fact, this was his first kiss.
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Now Jin's pinned under Joon, his pussy spread around his father's cock. Namjoon's fucking him in earnest, pounding the crying younger into the mattress. Jin’s trembling, fingers gripping the sheets, his face buried in them as he sobs. Way better than Tae. And Tae's in his room, earbuds in, music loud enough to deafen him; if you were to sit beside him, you'd be able to hear it too. All to distract him from what Jin and his father are doing.
“You think I'm that good, huh?” Joon asks with barely just the tip in, preparing to slam into the teenager, “umf, uh–uh-huh,” Jin lifts his head just enough to babble a reply before faceplanting again. He lets out a muffled hiccup when Joon inevitably does slam back in, his little legs shaking, pussy soaking the sheets. Jin's hair is stuck to his forehead, his eyes either being squeezed shut or helplessly crossing. Joon's finally slipping, his sticky balls tightening up to his body as he gets close. A heavy exhale leaves him just before he starts cumming, coating Jin’s cervix with his hot, white seed.
From here on out, Taehyung was informally banned from ever having sex with Jin–at least until he gets better at it.
《The End》