Boypussy jimin x random x bts

What's the Wi-Fi password?" Jimin asked the young, attractive couple as they rushed out the door, leaving him alone with their sleeping child.The woman, Taehyuni, paused in the doorway, glancing back at Jimin with a smile. "It's 'password123'." She said it like it was the most clever password she'd ever heard. Her husband, Jungkook, shot her a look that was half-amusement, half-exasperation, but he was already backing out of the driveway.Jimin watched them leave in amusement. It was always so easy with these types - the happily married ones who thought their love was invincible. He'd seen it a hundred times before. The wives who were too tired from work to give their husbands the attention they craved, the husbands who thought they could keep their hands to themselves around a tempting teen like Jimin.He waited patiently, letting the quiet of the house lull him into a sense of control. The baby monitor on the counter crackled with the soft snores of the toddler they'd left in his care. He knew the routine. Play with the kid, get him to bed, and then the real fun began.Just like that a few hours have passed and it was evening now as Jimin wandered into the living room. He couldn't help but smirk at the family photos adorning the walls, the picturesque image of domestic bliss that was about to be shattered by his mere presence. He sank into the plush couch, his fingers tracing the fabric as he thought about the conquest ahead. Jungkook was the typical type - a successful businessman with a pretty wife and a perfect little family. But Jimin knew that behind those veneers of happiness and commitment, there was always a beast waiting to be unleashed.

After the child's bedtime routine was completed and the toddler had been tucked in, Jimin took his time exploring the house. He found Jungkook's office and sat in the leather chair, his legs crossed and his short skirt riding up his thighs. He knew the layout of the house now, knew where the bedroom was, and the quickest path from the nursery to the master suite should the opportunity arise. The anticipation was intoxicating.

With the house quiet around him, Jimin reached under his skirt and began to rub his clit, his eyes lingering on the framed family photo on the desk. Taehyuni looked so blissful, so unaware of the carnage he was about to unleash. His other hand drifted to the desk drawer, where he'd noticed Jungkook's collection of pens. He pulled out three and studied them, feeling their smoothness and the way they tapered to a point. A devilish grin spread across his face as he inserted one into his wet pussy, the sensation making him gasp. It was a tight fit, but the thrill of using something of Jungkook's was too much to resist.

He worked the pen in and out of himself, the sound of it slapping against his skin muffled by the thick carpet beneath the chair. His heart raced with excitement as he fucked himself with pens that belong to Jungkook in an office that belongs to Jungkook.

As he grew closer to climax, Jimin removed the pen and licked it's body that has been inside him, his tongue swirling around the tip before sliding it back inside his pussy. The salty taste of his own juices mixed with the sterility of the plastic was a heady combination, one that only heightened his desire to corrupt Jungkook's world even further. He knew that once Jungkook took him, once he'd felt the warm embrace of his body, there would be no going back.

Jimin's eyes never left the family portrait as he worked himself into a frenzy, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building in his belly, a delicious coil of pleasure that grew tighter with every stroke. The pens filled him up, stretching his tight pussy to the limit, and he wondered if Jungkook's cock would feel the same way. Would he be gentle, or would he be rough? Would he whisper sweet nothings, or would he groan with the passion of a man finally letting his true desires take over?

The sound of a car door slammed in the driveway, jolting him out of his reverie. His eyes widened as he realized that Jungkook was home early. He hastily pulled the pens out, his cheeks flushing with excitement and a hint of fear. Quickly, he adjusted his skirt and took a deep breath to compose himself. The game was on.

Jimin sauntered out of the office, his top's neckline now pulled down to show off his ample cleavage, the crop of his shirt revealing the delicate sparkle of his belly piercing. He'd folded the waistband of his skirt even shorter, ensuring that every step he took accentuated the sway of his hips. The sound of Jungkook's footsteps grew louder as he approached the living room, and Jimin could feel the electric tension in the air.

As Jungkook entered the room, his eyes swept over Jimin, lingering on the exposed flesh. His tie was already loosened, and he shrugged out of his suit jacket, tossing it onto the arm of the chair. He took in Jimin's seductive pose with a mix of surprise and hunger. The young boy-toy knew he had him, could see it in the way Jungkook's eyes darkened and his jaw tightened.

"Hi sir. Want me to get you some water or lemonade?" Jimin asked in his sweetest tone, his voice as seductive as that of a siren. He'd seen Jungkook's eyes follow the movement of his chest as he walked, the hunger in them unmistakable.

Jungkook cleared his throat, his gaze snapping to Jimin's eyes. "You're our babysitter, Jimin. Not a maid." He chuckled.

Jimin tilts his head slightly exposing the long colum of his delicate neck and his sharp collarbones. "But I would really like to serve you, sir. You look so tired from work." His words and voice was suggestive, dripping with sweetness and a hint of something more. Jungkook's eyes followed the trail of Jimin's neckline to the swell of his breasts, and his gaze lingered on the sparkle of the belly piercing that winked back at him. The sight was almost too tempting to ignore.

"Sure. Make me lemonade." Jungkook's voice was a command, but his eyes never left Jimin's chest. Jimin nodded with a smile and made his way to the kitchen, his hips swaying with an exaggerated motion that made his skirt ride up even more.

In the kitchen, Jimin's heart pounded in his chest. The thrill of the hunt was intoxicating, and he could feel Jungkook's eyes on him, even though he wasn't looking back. He took his time with the lemonade, squeezing the fruit with more force than necessary, letting the juice spray onto his skin, knowing it would leave him sticky and alluring. When he was done, he poured the drink into a tall glass filled with ice cubes and carried it back to the living room, his breasts bouncing with every step.

"Here you go, sir," Jimin said, extending the glass with a flourish. The condensation on the outside was cold against his skin, a stark contrast to the heat he knew was building between them. Jungkook took the lemonade, their fingers brushing for a moment longer than necessary. The electricity was palpable, a silent challenge that Jimin knew he had won.

But destiny had other plans. "I'm home!" she called out from the doorway, her voice a knife cutting through the tension. Jimin's heart sank as Jungkook's gaze snapped to his wife, the spell broken. He took a hasty step back, his hand flying to his chest in an innocent gesture.

Taehyuni walked in, kissing her husband on the cheek.

"You haven't freshen up yet?" Taehyuni whispered holding onto her husband's bicep.

"Was about to. Jimin was making me lemonade." Jungkook replied while clearing her throat.

Taehyuni finally looked at Jimin. "Oh that's sweet of you, Jimin. But you don't have to make my husband anything. He only likes any kind of food from my hand." She said.

Jimin gritted his teeth.

Fucking bitch.

"Sure ma'am. I'm sorry to overstep." He said instead.

Taehyuni smiled before tapping her husband's biceps. "Let's get freshened up. Yeah?" She said as Jungkook nodded and they both turned around to leave but not before that bitch Taehyuni ordering Jimin to check on their son.

The door closed with a finality that echoed through the house, and Jimin felt his victory slip away like sand through his fingers.

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That night, back in his own room, Jimin couldn't get the image of Taehyun's smug smile out of his mind. He lay on his bed, his hand slipping under his panties to his wet pussy. He grabbed the dildo from his nightstand, a lifelike replica of the one he'd imagined Jungkook using on him earlier. With each thrust into his wetness, he pictured Taehyunn shock and pain when she will find out. The thought of it brought him to the edge, his hand moving faster and faster until he came with a moan that was half pleasure and half frustration. He wanted to be the one to shatter her perfect world, not just some random oversight.

Jimin rolled onto his stomach, his cheek pressed into the pillow, and continued to masturbate, his thoughts a whirlwind of desire and spite. Taehyuni had no idea what she'd just interrupted. She had no idea that her husband's cock was mere moments from being buried deep inside him, filling him up and making him scream with pleasure. The injustice of it all fueled his arousal, his hand moving in a blur over his clit.

He closed his eyes and imagined Jungkook, unable to resist his temptation, taking Taehyun's place. Jimin's hand gripped the dildo tightly, picturing jungkook's strong hands on his hips, holding him down as he claimed him. He'd whisper sweet, filthy nothings into Taehyun's ear, telling her how much better he felt with Jimin's tight, young pussy around his cock. Taehyuni would be sobbing, begging for forgiveness, and Jimin would just smile, knowing that he had won.

The frustration of taehyun's interruption only served to make the fantasy more intense. Each time he thrust the dildo into himself, he imagined jungkook's cock stretching him, filling him up in a way that unimaginable. He could almost feel the weight of Jungkook's body on top of him, his breath hot against his neck as he whispered his dirty secrets. The plastic dildo was a poor substitute, but it was all Jimin had tonight.

Taehyuni voice still echoed in his head, a taunting reminder of the unfinished business between him and Jungkook. He knew it was only a matter of time before he had the husband exactly where he wanted him. Taehyun's carelessness would be their downfall, and Jimin was more than ready to be the catalyst.

It's been around two weeks since then, Taehyuni bustled around the house, packing her suitcase for a week-long business trip. Jimin watched her with a mix of excitement and anticipation, knowing that he was about to be left alone with Jungkook. The perfect opportunity had practically been handed to him on a silver platter. As Taehyuni discussed her plans, Jimin's mind raced with the delicious scenarios he'd orchestrate over the next seven days.

"Oh, Jungkook, I can't believe I forgot to tell you," Taehyuni said, her voice filled with a flurry of stress. "I got a last-minute email. They've moved my flight up to tonight. Can you believe it?"

"It's okay honey. Work is important. I'll take care of the baby." Jungkook assured like a good devoted husband.

Taehyung smiled. "I know but you won't be able to do it alone. Jimin..... Would it be okay if you spend the weekend here? It's really important. I'll pay you extra for the weekend stay. The baby is too small and he would need you. So please can you?"

Jimin's eyes widened with excitement, his heart racing in his chest. This was his golden opportunity. He feigned surprise, his voice a perfect blend of innocence and concern. "Of course, I'll stay and help take care of the baby while you're away."

The look on Taehyung's face was priceless - a mix of relief and gratitude. She had no idea that her trust in him was about to be the key to her marital downfall. "Thank you so much, Jimin. You're a lifesaver!"

Jimin couldn't help but smile, his mind already racing with the possibilities. A whole week with Jungkook, no interruptions, no pesky wife to spoil his fun. He'd have plenty of time to make his move, to show Jungkook the kind of pleasure that taehyung could never hope to match.

That evening, taehyung kissed her husband and child goodbye, smiling thankfully at Jimin as she rushed out the door. The second the door clicked shut, the atmosphere in the house shifted, becoming thick with anticipation. Jungkook looked at Jimin, his eyes filled with a hunger that was impossible to hide.

Jimin had been waiting for this moment all day, as Jungkook excused himself to his office, Jimin got to work.

That night He slipped into the kitchen, his tight black shorts barely covering his round ass and his bralette leaving his entire stomach and waist exposed. The soft fabric cupped his breasts just enough to leave his nipples covered, teasing and tempting Jungkook with every movement.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of garlic and butter, and Jimin was busy cooking a gourmet meal that would make any husband proud. He knew the art of seduction, and playing the part of the devoted wife was a role he could pull off with ease. He moved around the kitchen with a grace that was both sensual and efficient, his hips swaying as he chopped and stirred. Each time he bent over to grab something from the fridge, his shorts rode up even further, exposing the top of his ass cheeks.

Jungkook sat at the dining table, his eyes glued to Jimin's every move. He could see the outline of Jimin's lace panties through the shorts, and he couldn't help but wonder what else was hidden beneath that tiny scrap of fabric. The sight of the young babysitter's bare stomach, the delicate piercing winking at him with every twist and turn, was driving him crazy. He took a long sip of his wine, trying to compose himself. But the alcohol only served to loosen the last of his inhibitions.

Jimin glanced over his shoulder, catching jungkook's gaze, and gave him a knowing smile. He'd been waiting for this moment, biding his time, allowing the tension to build. He knew that the longer he waited, the more irresistible he'd become. With a dramatic flair, he bent over the counter, his ass pushing against the fabric of his shorts. He could feel the cool air of the kitchen kissing his skin, and he knew that jungkook's eyes were on him.

"Sir, dinner is almost ready," Jimin called out in a sultry voice, his hips swaying as he moved around the kitchen. The sight of Jimin's bare midriff and the tantalizing glimpse of his round ass cheeks in those shorts was more than Jungkook could handle.

He set the table with a shaky hand, placing the silverware with a precision that belied his inner turmoil. Every clink of the cutlery against the china was like a drumbeat, counting down to the moment when he'd finally give in to his desires. His eyes followed Jimin's every move, his gaze lingering on the way the fabric of the silk bralette clung to the boy's big perky breasts. The tension in the room was so thick, it was almost tangible.

As they sat down to eat, Jungkook couldn't help but admire the spread before him. The steak was perfectly seasoned, the vegetables crisp and flavorful. But it was Jimin's attire that was the real feast for his eyes. The way the fabric of the shorts stretched taut across his ass with every little wiggle, the way the bralette cupped his breasts so invitingly. It was like watching a dance of temptation, and Jungkook was utterly captivated.

Throughout dinner, their conversation remained light and casual, but the air was charged with a current that neither could ignore. Every time their eyes met, the silence grew heavier, the tension thicker. With each bite, Jungkook found his gaze wandering to Jimin's chest, to the tantalizing expanse of skin exposed between his bralette and the waistband of his shorts. It was a battle he was losing, and he knew it.

After the dinner they had sat down on the couch to watch a movie. Two hours passed with thick tension between them and as the credits of the movie rolled, the baby's cries pierced the quiet. Jungkook tensed, expecting the usual routine, but Jimin had other plans.

He leaned in close, his voice a seductive whisper. "Why don't I try to calm him down, sir? Sometimes, a baby just needs the comfort of a mother's touch." With a wink, he reached back and unhooked his bra, letting his breasts spill out. They were large and full, the perfect size to fill jungkook's hands.

Jungkook's eyes went wide as Jimin took the baby in his arms. The child's tiny mouth latched onto one of his nipples, and Jimin couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The sensation was strange, the baby's gums pressing against his sensitive flesh, but it was the look on Jungkook's face that sent a shiver down his spine. Jungkook's eyes were glued to the sight of his baby sucking on Jimin's tits, a mix of shock and arousal.

Jimin leaned back into the couch cushions, his eyes never leaving jungkook's face. He watched the man's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure. The baby's cries grew softer as he nursed, the room filled with the sound of the child's contented slurps and the occasional sigh from Jungkook. Jimin could feel the wetness spread between his legs, the fabric of his shorts sticking to his skin.

You're doing so well," Jimin cooed to the baby but his eyes were fixed on Jimin.

"How?.....You don't have any milk." Jungkook asked dumbfounded eyes focused on jimin's huge tits.

Jimin shrugged. "Don't know. Maybe he just likes the feeling of nipple in his mouth. Thinks he is getting fed which calms him down." He said as his hand reaching out to stroke jungkook's arm.

"Am i doing good sir?" He asked stroking jungkook's muscular forearm. The touch was feather-light, but it was enough to make jungkook's skin prickle with heat. He could feel the tension in the older man's body, the way his muscles tightened and his breath quickened. It was working.

"So good." Jungkook answered, mesmerized.

The baby's mouth was a wet, warm pressure on his nipple, and even though there was no milk to give, the sensation was oddly erotic. The baby's little hands gripped at the soft flesh of his chest, and Jungkook couldn't help but look down at the sight. Jimin's eyes never left his face, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He knew what he was doing to Jungkook, and he reveled in it.

Jungkook felt his cock swell in his pants, a traitorous response to the situation. He'd never cheated before, had never even considered it. But the way Jimin looked at him, the way he offered himself so willingly, was driving him wild. The baby's suckling grew slower, the cries turning into sleepy whimpers. Jungkook's eyes met Jimin's, and in that moment, he knew he was lost.

He reached out with trembling hands, cupping Jimin's breasts gently. The boy let out a soft gasp, his nipples hardening under the man's touch. "Like this?" Jungkook murmured, his voice thick with desire. Jimin nodded, his cheeks flushed with excitement. The baby had fallen asleep, lulled by the comfort of the makeshift feeding. Jungkook could feel the weight of Jimin's gaze on him, the promise of what was to come.

Jungkook couldn't help but let his thumbs graze the sensitive flesh around Jimin's areolae. The slightest touch sent bolts of pleasure through the babysitter's body, and he moaned softly, his eyes closing. Jungkook felt a rush of power, a heady mix of desire and dominance. He'd never felt like this before, never wanted anything so badly that it hurt.

As the baby's mouth moved from one of Jimin's breasts to the other, Jungkook leaned in, unable to resist the temptation any longer. He took the nipple that had just been abandoned into his own mouth, suckling gently at first, then with increasing fervor. Jimin's eyes shot open, a gasp escaping his lips as he watched the scene unfold. The baby's tiny mouth was a mirror to his own, both of them feeding on the same source of pleasure.

Jimin's hand went to Jungkook's head, stroking his hair as he whispered, "Like father, like son." Jungkook's eyes snapped up to meet Jimin's, and for a moment, there was a flicker of horror in them. But then the heat returned, the taboo nature of the situation only adding to his arousal. He sucked harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak as the baby's mouth worked away on the other side. Jimin's moans grew louder, his body arching upward as the dual sensations overwhelmed him.

The baby's eyes grew heavy once again, and soon he was asleep in Jimin's arms, his tiny mouth still latched onto Jimin's nipple. Jimin gently dislodged the child, taking him to his crib and placing him down with the tender care of an experienced caretaker. Jungkook watched him, his own desires still raging. When Jimin returned, he didn't sit back down on the couch. Instead, he knelt before Jungkook, his hands reaching up to unbuckle the man's belt.

"What if the baby grows up and wants a taste of me?" Jimin whispered, a wicked smile playing on his lips. Jungkook's eyes widened, the thought both shocking and strangely arousing. He knew he should stop this, knew that he was crossing a line that could never be uncrossed. But the need within him was too great. He leaned back, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair as Jimin pulled his cock free from his pants.

Jimin's hand wrapped around jungkook's length, stroking him with a practiced ease that spoke of his experience. His eyes never left the man's face, watching the internal struggle play out across his features. "You're so hard," he murmured, his voice a soft purr. "You want me, don't you?"

"Yes," Jungkook breathed, the word torn from him like a confession. "But we can't."

"Because you love Taehyung." Jimin's voice was a soft purr, his hand never leaving jungkook's cock.

"Fuck I love Taehyung so much," Jungkook murmured, his eyes glazed over with passion as Jimin stroked him like a seasoned whore.

Then why are you doing this?" Jimin asked, his voice a seductive whisper, his hand continuing to stroke jungkook's cock. "Why do you want me so badly?"

"I don't know," Jungkook groaned, his eyes closing as Jimin's fingers danced over his shaft. "You're just... so tempting."

"Am I her substitute?" Jimin asked loving the idea of being a back up whore and not the main wife.

"Fuck yes! Since she's not here, I need another tight pussy to fulfill my needs." Jungkook grunted, his hunger for the young babysitter's body overtaking his guilt.

Jimin's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Then use me to satisfy yourself." he dared, his voice a sultry whisper.

The sound of their breathing filled the room, the only other noise the occasional snuffle of the sleeping baby in the crib. Jimin's pulse quickened, his heart thundering in his chest as Jungkook's hand grew gripped his tits. He could feel the man's wedding ring press into his flesh, a constant reminder of the life he was about to destroy.

Jungkook pulled Jimin onto his lap and spread his legs, his hand moved under the elastic of Jimin's shorts, his fingertips brushing the softness of the boy's panties. Jimin shivered at the touch, his pussy throbbing even further. He knew he had Jungkook now, that the man was lost to his own lust. "Take it off," he urged, his voice a breathless command.

With a tremble that was equal parts excitement and fear, Jungkook complied. He pulled Jimin's shorts down, exposing the lacy fabric of his panties. The sight of them, wet with anticipation, was almost too much for Jungkook to handle. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, but Jimin's hand was already guiding his to his wet cunt.

He slipped his hand inside, feeling the warm, wet heat of the babysitter's pussy. A low groan escaped his lips as he touched the smoothness of his skin. Jimin's eyes never left his, the challenge in them unmistakable. Jungkook knew he couldn't stop now, not with the taste of temptation so close. He rubbed Jimin's clit through the fabric, feeling it swell and harden under his touch.

The sound of the baby's gentle snores grew distant as the two men became lost in each other. Jimin leaned back on Jungkook's chest, his lips brushing against jungkook's ear. "Fuck me," he whispered, his voice a seductive hiss that sent a shiver down jungkook's spine. "Fuck me like you've never fucked taehyung ."

The words were like a match to gasoline. Jungkook couldn't resist anymore. He stood, lifting Jimin effortlessly into his arms and carrying him to the bedroom. He laid him on the bed, the mattress squeaking slightly under their weight. The room was dimly lit by the glow of the baby monitor, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Taehyung's side of the bed looked cold and empty, a stark contrast to the heat building between them.

Jimin was about to get fucked by Jungkook right where Jungkook and his wife sleeps. This is like a dream come true, wrecking taehyung's home by having sex with her husband on the very bed she shares with the said husband.

Jungkook wasted no time, his hands trembling as he stripped Jimin of his panties, revealing his smooth, hairless, pink pussy. The sight of it made his cock throb even more, and he couldn't help but lean down and kiss it, his tongue tracing the delicate folds. Jimin's hips bucked upwards, eager for more, and Jungkook didn't disappoint.

He spreads Jimin's pussy lips he feasted on him, his tongue delving deep into the wetness, savoring every drop of his juices. Jimin's moans grew louder, his fingers tangling in jungkook's hair as he held him in place. It was a sound that taehyung had never made, a sound that was reserved for her lovers and now for Jungkook. The thought of it only fueled the man's hunger, making him suck harder, his tongue flicking against the boy's clit in a relentless rhythm that had him writhing with pleasure.

Jimin's body arched off the bed, his back bowing as he reached for his own nipples, pinching them hard. The pain only added to the pleasure, sending bolts of electricity straight to his pussy. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, the orgasm building deep within him. He didn't want it to end, not yet. He wanted Jungkook to crave him, to need him in a way that he'd never needed taehyung.

"Please," Jimin begged, his voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck my pussy, Jungkook. Show me what you can do."

Jungkook didn't need any more encouragement. He pulled away from Jimin's pussy, his face glistening with sweat and lust. He stripped off his own clothes, his eyes never leaving the boy's. Jimin's body was a canvas of need, his skin flushed and his nipples hard from jungkook's earlier ministrations. The man's cock was thick and heavy, the veins pulsing with the need to claim the babysitter's body.

With a snarl, he positioned himself between Jimin's legs, his cock nudging against the boy's slick entrance. "You're so much better than taehyung," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "So much hotter, so much tighter and younger."

Jimin's eyes gleamed with triumph, his body begging for the invasion. "Say it again," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. "Tell me how much you want to fuck my pussy Jungkook while she's away."

"I'm going to fuck your cunt like I've never fucked taehyung," Jungkook grunted, his voice thick with lust as he pushed the tip of his cock into Jimin's pussy. The boy's walls clenched around him, welcoming him in a way taehyung never had. "You're pussy so much better than her, so much more... Fuck!!"

"Fuck my pussy," Jimin whispered, his eyes half-closed as Jungkook began to move, his hips rocking against the man's with a desperation that was intoxicating. "Call me a slut. Tell me how much you love fucking my pussy."

Jungkook didn't hesitate, his voice low and guttural. "You're such a whore, Jimin. You're going to let me do anything to you, aren't you?" His cock slammed into the boy's pussy, each thrust punctuating his words.

Jimin moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt Jungkook fill him completely. "Yes, sir. I'm your whore. I'll let you do whatever you want to do to me. I won't leave unsatisfied like your wife did."

Jungkook's response was a groan as he picked up the pace, his hips pistoning into the babysitter's welcoming heat. "I love fucking your pussy, you little slut," he growled, his voice low and filled with need. "Fuck you're so much tight. Pregnancy has made taehyung loose and saggy. Fuck I need a hot, tight, young body pussy like yours." He grunted.

Jimin loves it. He loves being a substitute for taehyung. He loved that since taehyung is not here Jungkook is using jimin as a back up plan. Jimin's heart races at the words, feeling a mix of triumph and arousal. He's winning the game he's been playing all night.

"Oh fuck yes! Harder!" Jimin moaned, his voice a seductive purr. He can feel Jungkook's wedding ring against his skin, a symbol of the marriage he's about to shatter. It only makes him more eager, more determined to make Jungkook forget his wife ever existed.

"You're such a good boy, letting me fuck your cunt like this," Jungkook groans, his voice strained with pleasure as he plunges deeper into the babysitter. "Your pussy is so tight, so wet for me."

"Yeah," Jimin pants, his nails digging into the man's back. "I'm your little slut, Jungkook."

"I love fucking your pussy more than I've ever loved fucking taehyung," Jungkook groans, his thrusts growing more erratic. "Your pussy is so tight and wet for me."

The words are like a drug, coursing through Jimin's veins and setting his body alight. He loves the dirty talk, the way it makes him feel so cheap and used. It's a thrill that taehyung could never give Jungkook since she must cry if Jungkook even calls her a bitch. Taehyung, with her soft whispers of love and gentle touches. Taehyung, who had no idea what her husband was capable of when the lights were low and the temptation was too great. Jimin can fulfill jungkook's need to be as rough as he want, jimin can take jungkook's degradation because jimin loves it too. Taehyung's vanilla sex could never pleasure Jungkook the way jimin'a slutty nature can.

"You like it, don't you?" Jungkook whispers, his breath hot against Jimin's ear. "You like being a dirty little whore for me."

"Y..yes," Jimin whimpers, his body trembling with every hard thrust. "I love being your slut."

"Good boy," Jungkook murmurs, his hand moving down to grip Jimin's hip, holding him in place. "Take it all for me, Jimin. Take every inch of me."

Jimin nods, his eyes glazed over with desire. "I'm all yours," he moans, his voice barely above a whisper. "Use me, Jungkook. Make me your dirty little secret."

The words spur Jungkook on, his cock swelling even more within the tight embrace of Jimin's pussy.

Jimin's body responds to every dirty word, his pussy clenching around jungkook's length. "Fuck my cunt harder," he begs, his voice a desperate whine. "Make me scream."

"You're such a little slut," Jungkook whispers, his teeth sinking into Jimin's shoulder. "I can feel you getting wetter, begging for it."

Jimin's breath hitches as Jungkook's words echo in his ear. The pain from the bite only heightens his pleasure, making him arch his back and push himself against the man's cock. "Yes, I'm your slut," he pants, his voice thick with need. "Fuck me like I'm nothing but a toy for you to use."

"That's it," Jungkook whispers, his cum fild balls slapping against Jimin's cunt. "You're going to be my little fuck doll, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," Jimin moans, his voice muffled by the pillow. "I'll be whatever you want me to be."

Jungkook's grip tightens, his cock pounding into Jimin's willing body. "You're going to take all of my sperm," he growls. "Every drop of my cum, until you're screaming my name."

Yes, sir," Jimin whimpers, his voice a breathy echo of pleasure. "I'm your slut, your toy. Fuck my pussy hard."

Jungkook's grunts grow louder, his rhythm erratic as he chases his release. "You're going to take all of me," he snarls, his cock slamming into Jimin's pussy with a ferocity that makes the babysitter's eyes roll back in his head. "Every last drop."

Jimin's body responds, his muscles tightening around jungkook's length. "Yes, sir," he gasps, his voice hoarse. "I'm going to come all over you."

Jungkook's eyes widen at the thought, his own climax approaching like a freight train. "Do it," he grunts, his voice strained. "Come for me, you little slut."

Jimin feels the pressure build, his body on the brink of shattering into a million pieces. He squeezes his eyes shut, his entire being focused on the feeling of Jungkook's cock inside him. "I'm going to," he gasps, his voice trembling. "I'm going to cum all over you."

"Do it," Jungkook urges, his own voice strained as he feels his climax approaching. "Cum on my cock, you filthy little slut."

Jimin's eyes snap open at the crude words, the humiliation mixing with his pleasure and pushing him over the edge. His pussy clenches tightly around jungkook's thick length, and with a keening cry, he squirts his juices all over the man's abdomen and the bed beneath them. The sensation of his own orgasm triggers jungkook's release, and he drives deep inside the boy, shooting his loads inside jimin's pussy filing him with his hot, sticky cum.

The room is filled with the sounds of their panting and the wet slapping of their bodies as Jungkook's hips jerk with the force of his climax. Jimin's legs wrap around the man's waist, his heels digging into the small of Jungkook's back as he takes every last drop that the man has to give. The warmth inside him feels like a brand, a claim that Taehyung will never be able to erase.

"Was I good sir?" Jimin asked submissively, his voice laced with satisfaction as Jungkook's cock remained locked deep inside his pussy, both of them trying to catch their breath.

"Better than taehyung ever was," Jungkook murmured, his voice filled with awe and regret. He knew he'd crossed a line he could never return from, but the feeling of Jimin's tight pussy, wet warmth around him was too addictive to care.

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The next morning, the baby's cries pierced the quiet of the house. Taehyung was still away on her trip, blissfully unaware of the treachery that had taken place in her own bed. Jimin, now dressed only in a pair of lacy panties, walked into the living room with the baby in his arms. The child's tiny mouth was latched onto one of his large, round breasts, sucking hungrily despite the absence of milk. It was a performance for Jungkook, a silent declaration of his victory over taehyung's place in her husband's affections.

Jungkook, sitting on the couch with the remnants of their late-night snack scattered around him, couldn't believe the sight before him. Jimin's body, flushed from their encounter, was on full display, the rocking motion of his hips making his big tits bounce in a tantalizing dance. The baby, oblivious to the charade, suckled away with the innocence of a newborn, unaware that he was a pawn in their twisted game.

The juxtaposition of Jimin's sensuality and maternal care was almost too much for Jungkook to handle. "Bring him here," he said, his voice gruff with lust. "Let him watch his daddy's cock fill you up."

Jimin obeyed, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he approached the couch. He straddled Jungkook, the baby still latched onto his nipple, and began to lower himself onto the man's cock. The head of Jungkook's cock poking at his wet cunt entrance, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. He looked down at Jungkook, his eyes filled with challenge. "Do it," he whispered, his voice a siren's call. "Fuck me right here, with him watching."

With a growl of lust, Jungkook grabbed Jimin's hips and pulled him down, impaling him on his cock. The baby's flinched briefly at the sudden movement but remained focused on the nipple, oblivious to the carnality happening just below. Jimin threw his head back, his long hair cascading down his back, as he took Jungkook deep inside him. His pussy was still sore from the previous night's pounding, but the pain only added to his excitement. He began to rock his hips, the baby's movements mimicking his as he suckled.

The sight was erotic and depraved, a visual representation of the power dynamics that had shifted in their small, domestic world. Jimin reveled in the control he had over Jungkook, his body a playground for the man's desires. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, a stark contrast to the gentle coos of the baby. Jungkook watched, his eyes never leaving the baby's contented face as he felt himself getting harder.

"Keep going," Jungkook grunted, his hand reaching up to palm one of Jimin's bouncing breasts. "Let him see how much you love his daddy's cock."

Jimin's eyes locked with Jungkook's, the challenge in them unmistakable as he began to ride the man with more enthusiasm. His breasts swung in a hypnotic rhythm, the baby's eyes following the movement as he suckled. The room was filled with the sound of their skin slapping together, the baby's contented gurgles, and Jimin's breathless moans.

Look at him," Jungkook panted, his hand squeezing one of Jimin's bouncing breasts. "Look at how much he loves his daddy's cock through your pussy."

Jimin's eyes narrowed, the challenge in them clear as day. He leaned back, the baby's mouth popping off his nipple with a wet sound, and placed the child in jungkook's arms. The baby squirmed, his tiny hands reaching for Jimin's chest, but Jungkook held him firmly, his gaze never leaving Jimin's.

"Your son is so obsessed with my tits. Bet he's gonna fuck my brains out when he grows up," Jimin quipped, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he bounced up and down on Jungkook's cock. The baby's eyes were glued to the mesmerizing motion of his chest, his mouth working hungrily even though there was no milk to be had.

"You're a sick fuck, bitch" Jungkook murmured, his eyes glazed with lust as he watched Jimin's tits jiggle with each thrust. Despite his words, his cock remained rock hard, buried deep within the boy's warm pussy.

"Am I?" Jimin replied, not missing a beat. "Or are you just a desperate husband who can't keep it in his pants?"

The room was suffused with the scent of sex and baby powder, a heady mix that only served to drive jungkook's lust to new heights.

The baby's eyes remained fixated on the bouncing breasts, his mouth open in protest as he was denied his makeshift breakfast. Jungkook couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation, his own son's hunger mirroring his own in a disturbingly twisted way.

Jimin leaned back, his hands on Jungkook's shoulders for balance, and began to rock his hips back and forth. The movement sent a delicious friction through his body, the soreness from the previous night's activities only adding to the sensation. Jungkook's eyes were glued to the baby's face, watching the child's innocence mix with the depravity of what was happening before him.

The baby's tiny hands clutched at Jimin's breasts, his gums working the hardened nipples in a mindless search for milk. Each rock of Jimin's hips brought a fresh wave of pleasure, and he couldn't help but moan out loud. "Does it turn you on, knowing he's sucking on my tits while you're fucking me?" Jimin whispered, his voice thick with lust.

Jungkook's eyes never left the baby's face, the perverse thrill of watching his son feed from a lover's chest driving him deeper into the rabbit hole of infidelity. "It's so fucking wrong," he murmured, his voice a mix of fascination and horror. "But it turns me on so much."

Jimin smirked, the baby's tiny fists gripping his breasts as he ride jungkook's cock. "Isn't that what makes it so good?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr. "The fact that it's wrong, that it's taehyung's place you're filling my pussy with ur cum?"

"Fuck," Jungkook groaned, his eyes glazed over with desire as he watched the scene unfold. The baby's cheeks were red and chubby, his mouth moving frantically as he suckled on Jimin's bare chest. The sight was so depraved, so utterly wrong, that it only served to fuel jungkook's need. "I never knew I could want this," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

"Will you let him fuck me when he grows up?" Jimin teased, his voice a seductive whisper as he bounced up and down on Jungkook's cock. The baby's eyes remained fixated on the breasts, his tiny hands clutching at them as if they were the most fascinating things in the world.

"You're a fucking whore," Jungkook murmured, his own eyes glazed over with a mix of disbelief and arousal. "But the thought of it... it's so fucked up."

"I know you love the idea." Jimin said, his voice a challenge as he leaned back, allowing Jungkook to take full control. The baby squirmed in his arms, his tiny fists still clutching at Jimin's chest.

With a grunt, Jungkook sat up straight, his cock still buried deep within Jimin's pussy. He placed the baby, placing him onto the adjacent couch, his eyes never leaving Jimin's face. The baby's eyes followed the movement, his little fists still reaching out for Jimin's breasts. "You're a fucking monster slut," Jungkook murmured, his voice filled with both revulsion and admiration.

Jimin chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Is that what you really think?" he asked, his voice a taunt as he allowed Jungkook to push him down onto the sofa. The baby's cries grew louder, but the sound only served to heighten the tension in the room.

With a snarl, Jungkook grabbed Jimin's throat, his grip tight as he held the boy down. "You're going to pay for what you've done," he growled, his cock still buried deep inside him. "You've ruined everything."

Jimin's eyes widened, the sudden shift in power both terrifying and exhilarating. He struggled against jungkook's hold, his body writhing with a mix of fear and lust. The baby's cries grew more insistent, a cacophony of innocence in the face of their depravity. Jungkook's eyes never left Jimin's, his grip on the boy's throat tightening as he began to fuck him with renewed vigor.

The baby's eyes remained transfixed on the scene before him, his tiny fists waving in the air as he babbled incoherently. The sound of their flesh colliding filled the room, a symphony of betrayal that echoed through the quiet house. Taehyung's picture on the mantle seemed to stare down at them in silent judgment, a stark reminder of the vows Jungkook was breaking.

Jimin's eyes watered, not just from the chokehold but from the sheer intensity of the situation. The power dynamic had shifted again, jungkook's guilt and anger fueling his actions as he claimed Jimin's body with a ferocity that was both terrifying and intoxicating. "You're going to regret this," Jungkook snarled, his movements punctuating each word with a brutal thrust in his pussy.

But Jimin only smirked, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Never," he gasped, his voice hoarse from jungkook's grip on his throat.

With that, jungkook's grip tightened, his hips slammed into Jimin with an almost punishing force. Each thrust sent a spike of pleasure-pain through the babysitter's body, and he could feel his own orgasm building again. Jungkook's face was a mask of anger and lust, his eyes wild as he fucked Jimin on the sofa. The baby's cries grew louder, but neither of them paid attention. They were lost in their own twisted reality, a world where taehyung's love was nothing more than a distant memory, replaced by the carnality of their illicit affair.

And this is how they spent the rest of the weekend.

As Taehyung's return grew closer, Jimin and jungkook's encounters grew more furtive. They fucked in every room of the house, the thrill of getting caught only adding to their desire. They stumbled through the living room, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum, the baby's toys scattered around them. They used the nursery. They fucked in the kitchen. They even did it in taehyung's office, her papers and files a stark contrast to the debauchery unfolding on her desk.

Jimin was insatiable, craving jungkook's cock like a drug. He'd strut around the house in the skimpiest outfits, ensuring taehyung's scent was nowhere to be found on their shared surfaces. Jungkook would follow, his eyes never leaving the sway of Jimin's hips, his thoughts consumed by the thought of burying himself deep inside the boy again. They'd stolen glances, touches, and kisses whenever they could, the tension coiling tighter with each passing day.

The day taehyung returned, jungkook's nerves were a live wire. He greeted her with a forced smile, his mind racing with the images of the weekend's escapades. Jimin played the part of the perfect babysitter, serving taehyung with a lemonade and a knowing smile that Jungkook was too flustered to decipher. Taehyung, oblivious to the scent of their lust that hung in the air, chatted away about her trip, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

That night, as Taehyung slept peacefully in their marital bed, Jungkook found himself unable to resist the siren call of Jimin's body. He slipped out of bed and made his way to the guest room where Jimin lay, the door slightly ajar. The boy's eyes were open, waiting, and Jungkook knew what was expected of him. He stepped inside, closing the door with a soft click that seemed to echo through the silent apartment.

Jimin lay on the bed, naked except for a thin sheet that barely covered his enticing form. His breasts rose and fell with each shallow breath, the moonlight casting a soft glow across his skin. Jungkook felt his cock stir at the sight, his resolve to end this affair crumbling like dust in the face of such temptation. He approached the bed, his eyes devouring every inch of the boy's body. Jimin's legs fell open, an invitation Jungkook couldn't refuse.

With a low growl, Jungkook climbed onto the bed, his cock already hard and demanding. He didn't bother with preliminaries, instead sliding his cock into Jimin's welcoming pussy with a single, powerful thrust. Jimin gasped, his body arching off the bed as Jungkook filled his pussy completely.

"You're such a whore," Jungkook murmured into Jimin's ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You love this, don't you?"

"Yes," Jimin panted, his body responding to every filthy word. "I love it so much! Fuck! "

Jungkook's grip on Jimin's hips tightened, his teeth grinding together as he fucked him harder. "You're going to take every drop of my cum," he growled. "And you're going to beg for more."

Jimin's eyes rolled back in his head, his voice a breathy whine as he nodded. "Yes, sir," he whispered. "W..whatever you want."

"That's right," jungkook hissed, his thrusts growing more erratic. "Say it louder. Let taehyung hear you confess how much you love her husband's cock."

Jimin's cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment, but he complied, his voice carrying through the stillness of the house. "I love your big thick cock, Jungkook," he moaned, his voice echoing off the walls. "I'm your whore, your fucktoy your personal slut"

Jungkook's eyes flashed with excitement, the sound of Jimin's dirty confession pushing him closer to the edge. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice a gruff whisper. "Good fucking whore."

Jimin's voice grew louder, the words slipping out of his mouth like a desperate plea. "I love it, Jungkook," he moaned, his pussy clenching around the man's cock. "I love being your dirty little secret."

Jungkook's hips jerked in response, his strokes becoming more punishing. "You're a fucking whore," he snarled, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and lust. "A homewrecker, a cock-hungry bitch."

Jimin's breath hitched, the dirty words sending shivers down his spine. "That's right," he moaned, his nails digging into the man's shoulders. "I'm all yours, Jungkook. Use me Use my pussy."

Jungkook's eyes darkened, the power in his voice unmistakable. "You're going to scream my name when you cum slut," he promised, his thrusts growing in his pussy more demanding. "You're going to wake taehyung up with your whorish cries."

Jimin's eyes snapped open, meeting jungkook's gaze with a mix of fear and excitement. "Fuck my pussy, Jungkook," he begged, his voice a desperate whine. "Make me cum so hard she feels it in her sleep."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his grip on Jimin's throat tightening ever so slightly. "You want her to feel it?" he asked, his voice a dangerous whisper. "You want her to know that while she's dreaming of her perfect little family, we're here, fucking like animals?"

Jimin nodded, his breathing becoming more labored. "Yes," he gasped. "I want her to know. I want her to feel how much I've ruined you."

With a snarl, Jungkook plunged deeper, his cock hitting Jimin's g-spot with unerring precision. Jimin's body tensed, his pussy spasming around jungkook's shaft as he reached his peak. The sound of their skin slapping together grew louder, mingling with the desperate moans that filled the room.

The tension grew unbearable, the room a cocoon of sweat and passion. With a roar of release, Jungkook cum inside Jimin's pussy, his hot seed filling the boy's pussy. The sensation sent Jimin over the edge, his body convulsing as he squirted, his juices spraying in a glorious arch that painted the sheets and both of their bodies. The force of his orgasm was like a waterfall.

"So this is what you both were doing behind my back?!" Taehyung's loud, livid voice pierced the room, shattering the illusion of their clandestine love nest. Jungkook's eyes widened as he immediately pulled his cock out of Jimin and to stand up facing taehyung.

Jimin was spread completely naked on the bed as he slower got up covering his body with bedsheets.

Taehyung's face was a mask of rage, her eyes flickering between her husband and the babysitter. "You," she spat, pointing a trembling finger at Jimin. "You little whore, you've been fucking my husband, haven't you?"

Jimin's smug smile never wavered, even as he clutched the soaked sheets to his chest. "Not my fault I'm too fuckable and your husband can't keep it in his pants."

Taehyung's eyes blazed with fury. "Get out," she snarled, her voice shaking with rage. "Get out of my house, you fucking whore!"

Jimin's smug smile only grew wider as he looked from taehyung to Jungkook, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "It's not my fault you can't keep a man satisfied," he quipped, his voice dripping with fake innocence.

Jungkook, still standing by the bed, felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He hadn't expected taehyung to catch them, and now he was forced to face the consequences of his actions. "Babe, it's not what it looks like," he stammered, reaching out a hand towards her. "This little bitch," he spat, his voice thick with disgust as he gestured towards Jimin, "he seduced me. I never meant for this to happen."

Taehyung's gaze was icy, her eyes flicking from her naked husband to the boy who had so blatantly invaded their marriage. "You think I'm stupid?" she screamed, her voice hoarse with rage. "You think I can't see the way you've been looking at him, the way you've been acting around him?"

Babe, please," Jungkook pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. "You don't understand."

"Oh, I understand plenty," taehyung hissed, her voice filled with venom. "I understand that you've been fucking our babysitter, in our bed, while I've been away trusting you with our son." Her hand trembled as she clutched her chest, her wedding ring glinting in the moonlight. "How could you?"

With a snarl, Jungkook grabbed Jimin by the arm, dragging him out of the bedroom and towards the door. "You're going to leave," he growled, his face a contorted mess of anger and humiliation. "You're going to leave and never come back."

Jimin's smug smile didn't fade as he allowed himself to be dragged, his bare feet sliding across the cold, hardwood floor.

"You're nothing but a characterless slut," Jungkook spat, his voice thick with anger and humiliation as he threw Jimin out of the house.

Jimin stumbled onto the cold porch, as Jungkook threw his mini skirt and crop top out at his feet, slamming the door shut. His heart raced, but his smugness remained as he stepped into the moonlit night. He felt the chilly air kiss his bare skin, his nipples hardening from the chilly air. He picked up the garments and looked around the empty road only to see a car parked across the street, its engine purring quietly. Inside, a group of college boys sat, their eyes glued to the drama unfolding on the porch.

They watched with rapt attention as Jimin smirked and dropped the bedsheets, revealing his naked body to the world. The sight of the babysitter, now a homewrecker, was too tantalizing to ignore. Jimin smirked, basking in their shock and arousal. He knew he had them hooked, and the power was thrilling. He stepped into the skirt and pulled the crop top over his head, not bothering to cover his bare breasts. The fabric clung to his skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. His hard nipples poked out, the pebbled flesh begging to be touched.

He sauntered towards their car, the sound of taehyung's sobs and jungkook's angry retorts fading into the background. The college boys' eyes were glued to his body, their jaws slack with lust. He leaned into the open window, his breasts pressing against the glass. "Looks like I need a ride," Jimin purred, his voice a sweet siren's call. "Could you boys be gentlemen and help me out?"

They stumbled over their words, eager to assist the sex goddess who had just been thrown out of the house like trash. One of them, a tall, muscular jock, nodded. "Yeah, we'll give you a ride," he said, his eyes not leaving Jimin's chest. "Where to?"

Jimin leaned in further, his breasts spilling out of his crop top, and whispered, "Wherever you guys are going." He winked at them, and the car was filled with a collective gasp. The boys couldn't believe their luck, the ultimate prize just fell into their laps. They scrambled to let him in, their eyes feasting on every inch of his barely-covered body.

It's a win-win for Jimin. He gets to have another pleasurable night and also a place to sleep, if.....these boys are gonna let him sleep tonight.