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Jungkook's father sat in the dim light of his study, the weight of unspoken desires pressing on his chest. At forty-five, he was a man of quiet authority, his broad shoulders carrying the responsibilities of a successful businessman and a devoted family man. But lately, his thoughts had been consumed by the dream of expanding his family.
He already had one son, Jungkook, a curious teenager on the cusp of manhood, but the idea of another child—a sibling for Jungkook—had taken root in his heart. He imagined the laughter filling their home again, the patter of tiny feet echoing through the halls.
His wife, elegant and poised even in her mid-forties, had been his rock. But after complications from her last pregnancy, the doctors had delivered the crushing news: no more children. Her body couldn't handle it.
The words had hung heavy between them during that sterile consultation, her hand trembling in his. 'We have Jungkook,' she had said, forcing a smile. 'He's enough.' But for Jungkook's father, it wasn't. The void gnawed at him.
One evening, over a glass of whiskey at their country club, his old friend Marcus leaned in with a conspiratorial whisper. 'Surrogacy, old man. It's the way of the future. I've seen couples thrive with it. You carry on your line without putting her through hell again
' Theidea sparked something in Jungkook's father—a practical solution wrapped in hope. He mulled it over for weeks, researching agencies, legalities, and costs. When he finally broached the subject with his wife, her face hardened.
'Absolutely not,' she snapped, her voice laced with betrayal. 'I'm not sharing you with some stranger. Our family is complete as it is.'
The arguments stretched into nights of tense silence. She cried, he pleaded, but her resolve cracked under the pressure of his longing. 'If it means that much to you,' she relented one rainy afternoon, her eyes red-rimmed
'do what you must. But don't expect me to be part of it.' She retreated into her routines, leaving him to navigate the path alone. With her reluctant blessing—or at least her resignation—Jungkook's father dove into the search.
He attended discreet meetings with surrogacy consultants, reviewed profiles of women from all walks of life. None felt right. They were capable, yes, but distant, clinical.
He craved something more personal, a connection that would ensure the child's arrival felt natural, not manufactured in a lab. Insemination was an option, but his instincts rebelled against it. He wanted the conception to mirror life's raw beginnings—intimate, passionate, unfiltered.
It was a humid Friday night when fate intervened. Jungkook's father found himself at a upscale bar club downtown, a place he'd heard about from business associates.
He wasn't there to drink or unwind; a lead from a contact had mentioned a young man who might fit the unconventional profile he sought. The club pulsed with low lights and throbbing bass, bodies swaying on the dance floor. He nursed a scotch at the bar, scanning the room, when his eyes locked on Taehyung.
Taehyung was a vision of ethereal beauty, his lithe frame moving with hypnotic grace on the stage. Long, dark hair cascaded over his shoulders, framing a face with high cheekbones, full lips painted crimson, and eyes that smoldered with unspoken promises.
He wore a sheer top that clung to his modest but pert breasts, the outline of nipples visible through the fabric, and a skirt that rode high on his smooth thighs. As he danced, twisting and arching, Jungkook's father couldn't tear his gaze away.
There was something uniquely feminine about him, a softness that belied the raw sensuality of his performance.
Intrigued, Jungkook's father approached after the set, catching Taehyung at the bar ordering a drink. 'Impressive,' he said, his voice steady despite the stir in his gut. Taehyung turned, his lips curving into a sly smile.
Up close, he was even more striking—skin like porcelain, a subtle curve to his hips. They talked easily, the noise of the club fading as conversation flowed.
Taehyung revealed he was twenty-two, working as a stripper to pay for art school, his life a blend of glamour and grit.
As the night wore on, Jungkook's father shared fragments of his own story—the ache for another child, the barriers his wife faced. Taehyung listened, his eyes widening with empathy.
When Jungkook's father described the surrogacy idea, hesitating only slightly before mentioning his preference for a natural process, Taehyung didn't flinch. Instead, a spark ignited in his gaze
'I've always wanted to help someone like that,' he said softly, tracing a finger along the rim of his glass. 'And honestly? The money would change my life. But if it's natural... I could make it special.'
Jungkook's father studied him, the way his body language shifted—open, inviting. Taehyung's femininity wasn't just skin-deep; whispers from the bartender confirmed the rumors.
He was intersex, blessed—or burdened—with both male and female traits, his body a perfect vessel in ways that defied convention. The proposition hung between them, charged with possibility.
By closing time, Taehyung agreed, sealing it with a lingering touch on Jungkook's father's arm. 'Let's do this right,' he murmured. 'Like lovers.'
Arrangements were made swiftly. Contracts drawn, medical checks passed. Taehyung moved into a private wing of their sprawling estate, a secluded suite designed for discretion.
Jungkook's wife kept her distance, her presence a ghost in the house, but Jungkook, the seventeen-year-old son, couldn't ignore the changes.
He was a lanky boy with his father's sharp jawline and a mop of dark hair, his curiosity piqued by the beautiful stranger who had arrived. Taehyung's laughter echoed through the halls, drawing him like a moth to flame.
The first intimate encounter was scheduled for a moonlit evening in the estate's private garden pavilion, a glass-enclosed haven surrounded by manicured hedges.
Jungkook's father had prepared it meticulously—silk sheets on a wide daybed, candles flickering, a bottle of champagne chilling. BDSM elements were his secret indulgence, shared in hushed tones with Taehyung during their planning sessions.
Taehyung had confessed his own fascinations, a thrill for submission that mirrored Jungkook's father's dominant urges. They would blend surrogacy with desire, desperation fueling their union like a couple starved for touch.
Taehyung arrived first, slipping into the pavilion in a sheer black negligee that hugged his curves. His breasts, full C-cups, strained against the lace, nipples already hardening in the cool air.
Below, the fabric draped over his hairless mound, hinting at the slick folds of his pussy. He had prepared himself, shaving smooth, oiling his skin until it gleamed. When Jungkook's father entered, dressed in a crisp white shirt unbuttoned to reveal his toned chest, Taehyung's eyes darkened with intent.
'You look like you need this,' Taehyung purred, sauntering forward. He pressed against Jungkook's father's chest, his hands sliding up to loosen the collar. 'A man aching for a legacy, for release. Let me give it to you.'
His voice was husky, seductive, as he nipped at the older man's earlobe. Jungkook's father groaned, his large hands gripping Taehyung's waist, pulling him closer. The desperation was palpable—they were strangers bound by contract, yet the air crackled with raw need.
Taehyung took the lead in seduction, dropping to his knees with deliberate slowness. He unbuckled Jungkook's father's belt, tugging down the zipper to free his thickening cock. It sprang out, heavy and veined, the head already beading with precum.
Taehyung licked his lips, gazing up with feigned innocence. 'So big... perfect for filling me up.' He leaned in, tongue flicking out to lap at the tip, swirling around the slit before taking the head into his warm mouth. Jungkook's father hissed, fingers threading into Taehyung's hair, guiding him deeper.
Taehyung sucked with expert precision, hollowing his cheeks as he bobbed, taking more of the shaft until it hit the back of his throat. Saliva dripped down his chin, mixing with the older man's arousal. He hummed, vibrations sending shocks through Jungkook's father's body.
'That's it, boy,' Jungkook's father growled, his voice rough. 'Show me how desperate you are for my seed.' Taehyung pulled back with a pop, strings of spit connecting his lips to the glistening cock. 'Tie me up first,' he begged, eyes gleaming. 'Make me yours.'
Jungkook's father obliged, retrieving silk ropes from a nearby drawer. He bound Taehyung's wrists behind his back, the ropes biting gently into the soft skin, accentuating the swell of his breasts. Taehyung arched, presenting himself as Jungkook's father pushed him onto the daybed, face down, ass up.
The negligee hiked up, revealing his plump cheeks and the pink slit of his pussy, already weeping with wetness. Jungkook's father knelt behind, spreading the globes to expose him fully. 'Beautiful,' he murmured, dipping a finger into the slick heat.
Taehyung moaned, pushing back. 'More... please, sir. Punish me for teasing you.' A riding crop appeared in Jungkook's father's hand, and he trailed it over Taehyung's skin before delivering a sharp smack to one cheek. The flesh jiggled, reddening instantly.
Taehyung cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, his pussy clenching visibly. Another strike, then another, alternating sides until Taehyung's ass glowed pink. 'Fuck, yes,' Taehyung gasped. 'Mark me as your surrogate slut.'
Satisfied, Jungkook's father discarded the crop, his cock throbbing with need. He positioned himself at Taehyung's entrance, rubbing the head along the soaked folds. 'Beg for it,' he commanded. Taehyung twisted his head, eyes wild.
'Please, fill my pussy. Breed me like the desperate whore I am. I need your cum deep inside.' With a primal thrust, Jungkook's father buried himself to the hilt, the tight walls enveloping him like velvet fire. Taehyung screamed in ecstasy, his bound hands flexing uselessly.
They moved like a couple possessed, hips slamming together in a frantic rhythm. Jungkook's father gripped Taehyung's hips, bruising the skin as he pounded relentlessly.
Each thrust stretched Taehyung's pussy, the lewd squelch of their joining filling the pavilion. Taehyung's breasts bounced with every impact, nipples scraping the sheets. 'Harder,' he demanded, voice breaking.
'Make it hurt so good.' Jungkook's father reached around, pinching a nipple harshly, twisting until tears pricked Taehyung's eyes.
Unseen in the shadows beyond the glass, Jungkook watched from a concealed alcove in the garden. He had snuck out, drawn by whispers and his father's secretive preparations. Peering through a gap in the hedges, his young eyes widened at the sight. His father, always so composed, was transformed—sweat-slicked, grunting as he dominated the beautiful stranger.
Taehyung's cries were intoxicating, a symphony of submission that stirred something unfamiliar in Jungkook's groin. He palmed himself through his pants, breath hitching, curiosity morphing into a heated fascination. Who was this person? Why did it look so... intense?
Inside, the pace quickened. Jungkook's father flipped Taehyung onto his back, retying his wrists to the bedposts. Legs spread wide, Taehyung's pussy gaped, slick and swollen from the fucking. Jungkook's father loomed over him, cock sliding back in with a wet glide.
He leaned down, capturing Taehyung's mouth in a bruising kiss, tongues dueling as he rutted deep. 'You're mine tonight,' he growled against swollen lips. 'This pussy is for my child.' Taehyung wrapped his legs around the older man's waist, heels digging into his back. 'Yes, daddy. Pump me full. Make me swell with your baby.'
The BDSM intensified—Jungkook's father clamped soft leather cuffs around Taehyung's ankles, securing them to the posts, folding him in half. Exposed and vulnerable, Taehyung writhed as the cock hammered his cervix.
Pain blurred into bliss, his clit throbbing untouched. 'Touch me there,' he pleaded. Jungkook's father obliged, thumb circling the sensitive nub while his other hand collared Taehyung's throat, squeezing just enough to make stars burst behind his eyelids. 'Cum for me, surrogate. Milk my load.'
Taehyung shattered first, his pussy convulsing around the invading shaft, juices squirting onto Jungkook's father's abdomen. The sight pushed the older man over the edge.
With a roar, he buried deep, cock pulsing as ropes of thick cum flooded Taehyung's womb. He held there, grinding to ensure every drop stayed inside, their bodies locked in desperate union.
Jungkook, hidden, came in his pants without a touch, the forbidden scene etching into his mind. As they untangled, panting and sated, he slipped away, heart pounding with questions he dared not voice.
But this was only the beginning. Over the following weeks, their intimacies became a ritual, each session more fervent, laced with deeper BDSM explorations. Taehyung's seduction grew bolder; he'd wait in the pavilion naked, collared with a leather band engraved 'Breeder,' his body oiled and ready.
One night, he blindfolded Jungkook's father, leading him by a chain attached to nipple clamps on his own breasts. 'Trust me to take your seed,' Taehyung whispered, pushing him onto the bed.
Reversing roles playfully, Taehyung straddled him, grinding his dripping pussy along the length of the cock before sinking down. Bound now himself, Jungkook's father could only thrust up as Taehyung rode him like a stallion, breasts heaving, ass slapping against thighs. Whips cracked lightly across his chest, heightening the desperation. 'Fuck, you're so deep,' Taehyung moaned, clenching rhythmically. Jungkook watched again, closer this time, from behind a potted fern, his voyeurism fueling secret fantasies.
Another evening brought wax play. Taehyung lay spread-eagled, restraints holding him taut. Jungkook's father dripped hot candle wax onto his breasts, watching it harden over nipples, then lower, tracing patterns on his belly toward the pussy. Taehyung bucked, whimpering.
'Burn me with your cum next.' The fucking that followed was savage—Jungkook's father pinning him down, cock pistoning while wax flaked off their sweat-slicked skin.
Their desperation mimicked a couple's—stolen kisses between thrusts, whispers of 'I need you' amid the commands. Taehyung's body adapted, his pussy always eager, boobs swelling slightly from hormones they discussed but never forced. Jungkook's observations grew bolder, he'd linger, touching himself openly in the dark, the curiosity evolving into envy and arousal.
Months passed, intimacies blending into a tapestry of passion. Taehyung's belly began to round, the natural conception taking hold.
Their final session before the pregnancy confirmed was tender yet intense—slow bondage with velvet ropes, Jungkook's father eating Taehyung's pussy until he sobbed, then fucking him missionary, eyes locked. 'Our child,' Jungkook's father breathed, spilling inside once more.
Jungkook, witnessing it all, felt the family's secret weave him in, his innocence forever altered by the raw, desperate love unfolding before him.
The estate's kitchen was a sanctuary of polished marble and gleaming stainless steel, bathed in the soft glow of under-cabinet lights late one evening. Months had passed since that first fervent night in the pavilion, and the surrogacy arrangement had blossomed into a rhythm of stolen passions.
Taehyung's body had transformed subtly under the influence of their repeated unions—his breasts fuller, hips softer, a faint glow to his skin that spoke of the life taking root within. But confirmation of the pregnancy was still weeks away, and Jungkook's father couldn't resist the pull of desire.
He craved to deepen the bond, to ensure his seed found fertile ground through sheer persistence.
Taehyung leaned against the kitchen island, his silk robe loosely tied, revealing the swell of his breasts and the smooth plane of his belly. He had been craving something sweet, raiding the fridge for fruit, when Jungkook's father entered, his eyes immediately darkening at the sight.
At forty-five, he was still powerfully built, his shirt sleeves rolled up to expose corded forearms, a testament to his disciplined gym routine. 'Couldn't sleep?' he asked, voice low and rough, stepping close enough to feel the heat radiating from Taehyung's body.
Taehyung turned, a ripe peach in hand, juice dripping down his fingers. He licked it off slowly, eyes locked on the older man. 'Thinking about you,' he replied, voice husky with invitation. 'About how you fill me up every time.' The seduction was effortless now, a dance they both knew well. Jungkook's father closed the distance, his hand cupping Taehyung's jaw, thumb brushing over plump lips.
'Then let's make sure it sticks,' he murmured, before claiming his mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. Tongues tangled, wet and insistent, as hands roamed—Jungkook's father's fingers untied the robe, letting it pool at Taehyung's feet.
Naked now, Taehyung's body was a feast: pert D-cup breasts with darkened nipples, begging for attention; a soft belly that hinted at changes to come; and between his thighs, the neat folds of his pussy, already glistening with arousal.
Jungkook's father groaned into the kiss, palming one breast, squeezing the firm flesh until Taehyung whimpered. 'These are perfect,' he said, breaking away to trail his mouth down Taehyung's neck, nipping at the collarbone.
He hoisted Taehyung onto the cool marble counter, the boy's legs spreading instinctively, heels hooking over the edge.
Taehyung arched back, supporting himself on his elbows, breasts thrusting forward. 'Suck them,' he begged, voice breathy. 'Make them ache for you.' Jungkook's father didn't hesitate. He latched onto one nipple, mouth hot and wet, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the pebbled tip.
Taehyung moaned, head falling back, fingers threading into the older man's hair to hold him there. The suction was relentless—pull, release, teeth grazing just enough to sting—drawing milk-like beads of clear fluid that Jungkook's father lapped up greedily.
He switched to the other breast, kneading the first with his hand, pinching the wet nipple between thumb and forefinger.
'Fuck, yes,' Taehyung gasped, his pussy clenching emptily, juices trickling down to wet the counter. Jungkook's father's free hand slid between Taehyung's thighs, fingers parting the slick lips to find the throbbing clit.
He rubbed circles, firm and fast, while continuing to devour the breast in his mouth. Taehyung's hips bucked, grinding against the touch, his body alight with need. 'I want your cock inside me,' he demanded, reaching down to fumble with the older man's belt
'Breed me right here, where anyone could walk in.'
The risk thrilled Jungkook's father, his cock straining against his pants. He straightened briefly to strip, pants and boxers hitting the floor, his thick shaft springing free—eight inches of veined hardness, the head flushed purple.
Taehyung licked his lips, spreading his legs wider, pussy lips parting to reveal the pink entrance. Jungkook's father gripped Taehyung's thighs, pulling him to the edge of the counter, and aligned his cock with the dripping hole. With one powerful thrust, he sank in balls-deep, the tight heat enveloping him completely.
Taehyung cried out, walls fluttering around the intrusion, stretching to accommodate the girth. 'So full,' he panted, wrapping his arms around Jungkook's father's neck. The older man began to move, hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm, each plunge bottoming out against Taehyung's cervix.
The counter creaked under the force, marble slick with their combined fluids. Jungkook's father recaptured a breast, sucking voraciously as he fucked, the dual sensations driving Taehyung wild. Milk dribbled from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care—his focus was the pussy clenching around his pistoning cock.
'Harder,' Taehyung urged, nails raking down the older man's back. 'Fuck me like you own this body.' Jungkook's father obliged, one hand bracing on the counter, the other collaring Taehyung's throat lightly, squeezing to heighten the rush.
He pounded relentlessly, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the kitchen, Taehyung's breasts bouncing with every impact. He alternated sucking each one, leaving them shiny with saliva, nipples swollen and raw. Taehyung's clit rubbed against the base of the cock on each withdrawal, building the pressure inside him.
From the shadowed hallway, Jungkook watched again, his heart racing. The seventeen-year-old had developed a habit of these midnight wanderings, drawn by the muffled sounds that seeped through the house.
Peering around the doorframe, he saw his father dominating the beautiful surrogate on the counter—cock disappearing into that hidden place between Taehyung's legs, mouth latched onto a breast like a man starved.
Jungkook's own cock hardened in his pajama pants, hand slipping inside to stroke tentatively. The curiosity burned hotter now, mixed with a jealous ache; why did Taehyung get all of Father's attention?
Inside, the pace turned frantic. Jungkook's father felt his balls tighten, the urge to release building. 'Gonna fill you,' he growled against Taehyung's skin, thrusting deeper, faster.
Taehyung's pussy spasmed, on the edge. 'Yes, cum in me—plug it deep.' With a final, brutal slam, Jungkook's father erupted, hot spurts of cum flooding Taehyung's depths, coating the walls and seeping toward the womb.
Taehyung followed, screaming as his orgasm ripped through him, pussy milking every drop, juices squirting around the embedded cock.
But Jungkook's father wasn't done. He pulled out slowly, cum starting to leak from the gaped pussy. From a drawer nearby—stocked with their private toys—he retrieved a thick silicone plug, flared base and all. 'Hold still,'
he commanded, pressing the tip to the slick entrance. Taehyung shivered, pushing out a bit of cum before the plug slid in, sealing the load inside. 'Good boy,' Jungkook's father praised, twisting it to ensure it seated properly.
He pushed back in with his softening cock for good measure, shallow thrusts to mix his seed deeper, the plug bumping against his balls.
They stayed like that, panting, until Jungkook's father withdrew fully, the plug keeping everything trapped. He kissed Taehyung tenderly, sucking a bruised nipple one last time. 'This will take,' he whispered. Taehyung smiled, rubbing his belly. 'I feel it already.'
Jungkook slipped away, cum staining his pants, the image seared into his mind.
Weeks blurred into a haze of similar encounters—kitchen quickies, pavilion marathons, even a heated session in the study where Taehyung rode Jungkook's father reverse cowgirl, plug in place after. Taehyung often bound spread-eagle on the kitchen table, pussy exposed for Jungkook's father's tongue before the fuck.
He'd eat him out mercilessly, lapping at folds, sucking the clit until Taehyung sobbed, then plug the resulting gush with his cock, grinding to push it in.
One afternoon, after a particularly intense binding session—wrists and ankles cuffed to the table legs, blindfold on—Taehyung's body trembled from aftershocks. Jungkook's father had just filled him, cock plugging the cum as he kissed along the inner thighs.
'You're glowing,' he noted, hand splaying over the flat stomach. Taehyung, still catching his breath, nodded. 'I think... maybe.' A home test confirmed it later that evening, the two pink lines a revelation.
The pregnancy moment arrived on a crisp autumn morning in the master bathroom, sunlight streaming through frosted glass. Taehyung sat on the edge of the tub, test in hand, tears of joy streaking his cheeks.
Jungkook's father knelt before him, disbelief and elation warring on his face. 'It's happening,' he breathed, pulling Taehyung into an embrace. Their kiss started soft, celebratory, but ignited quickly—hands roaming, clothes shedding in a frenzy.
Naked on the plush bath mat, Taehyung lay back, legs parting to showcase his now-sensitive pussy. Pregnancy hormones had already heightened everything; his breasts ached, pussy perpetually wet. 'Fuck me to celebrate,' he urged, guiding Jungkook's father's head to his chest.
The older man suckled gently at first, tongue soothing the tender nipples, drawing soft moans. But desire overtook tenderness—he sucked harder, teeth nipping, while fingers delved into the slick heat below.
Taehyung writhed, pussy clenching around two invading fingers. 'More—your cock, now.' Jungkook's father stripped swiftly, his erection rampant. He entered slowly this time, savoring the velvet grip, mindful of the new life.
But Taehyung demanded more, hips rising to meet him. 'Don't hold back. I need it rough.' So Jungkook's father thrust deep, building speed, one hand pinning Taehyung's wrists above his head in a makeshift restraint.
He alternated between breasts, sucking each until they glistened, milk precursors beading under the pressure. Taehyung's pussy fluttered, extra slick from the hormones, coating the pounding cock. 'Plug me after,' he gasped.
'Keep our baby safe with your cum.' The words spurred Jungkook's father on; he flipped Taehyung onto all fours, gripping hips to slam in from behind, the angle hitting the g-spot relentlessly.
From a crack in the bathroom door—left ajar in their haste—Jungkook observed once more, hidden in the hallway shadows. His father fucking the pregnant surrogate doggy-style, mouth returning to those heaving breasts from the side,
it was mesmerizing. Jungkook stroked himself faster, biting his lip to stay silent, the curiosity now a full-blown obsession.
Jungkook's father reached around, rubbing Taehyung's clit in tight circles while his other hand spanked the ass lightly, red marks blooming. 'Cum with me,' he ordered, cock swelling. Taehyung shattered, pussy convulsing, walls squeezing like a vice.
Jungkook's father followed, flooding the depths with potent seed, holding deep to let it soak in. He pulled out, grabbing the plug from the counter—now a daily essential—and inserted it firmly, twisting to lock the cum in place.
For extra measure, he pushed his cock back in alongside the plug's pressure, shallow pumps ensuring absorption.
They collapsed together, Jungkook's father spooning Taehyung, hand protective over the belly. 'Our child,' he whispered, kissing the nape. Taehyung hummed contentedly, the plug a warm reminder inside him.
As pregnancy progressed, their sex adapted but never waned. Taehyung's belly rounded, breasts swelled to E-cups, leaking colostrum that Jungkook's father drank during sessions. One evening in the kitchen—full circle—they recreated the counter fuck, Taehyung's bump pressing against the marble as he bent over it.
Jungkook's father entered from behind, slow and deep, sucking breasts that dangled invitingly. 'Plug it tight,' Taehyung moaned, and so he did, the silicone a constant companion.
Soft cuffs around Taehyung's wrists during side-lying positions, avoiding pressure on the belly. Jungkook watched more frequently, his voyeurism a secret thrill, fueling dreams where he joined them.
Their desperation as a couple deepened with the pregnancy, quick handjobs in the pantry, Taehyung dropping to suck cock under the table during family dinners (discreetly), always ending with cum plugged deep. Taehyung's seduction remained potent—oiling his body, presenting plugged and ready. Jungkook's father reciprocated, massaging swollen feet before flipping him for a thorough fuck.
By the second trimester, Taehyung's cravings turned insatiable. A midnight kitchen raid led to him riding Jungkook's father on a stool, pussy devouring the cock while breasts were sucked raw. Cum plugged, they laughed softly, hands on the bump feeling the first flutters.
Jungkook's observations grew riskier; once, he nearly got caught, ducking into a cabinet as they passed. The curiosity twisted into longing, but he stayed silent, absorbing the raw intimacy.
Their final pre-delivery session was in the bedroom, Taehyung on his side, leg hitched up. Jungkook's father fucked steadily, sucking nipples that now flowed freely, swallowing the sweet fluid. 'One last load before,' he grunted, plugging it meticulously after. Taehyung came twice, body quivering.
The pregnancy bound them tighter, a desperate love forged in seed and submission, with Jungkook's watchful eyes weaving him into the tapestry.
The months of pregnancy had woven an unbreakable thread between Jungkook's father and Taehyung, their bodies entwined in a ceaseless cycle of dominance and surrender. Taehyung's belly had swollen to a full, taut dome by the ninth month, his breasts heavy and leaking colostrum that Jungkook's father suckled during their gentler sessions.
Sex had adapted to the changes—side-lying positions where Jungkook's father entered from behind, cock sliding deep into the slick pussy while his mouth latched onto a nipple, drawing the warm fluid. Plugs remained a ritual, sealing cum inside to nourish the growing life, though now with care to avoid strain.
Taehyung's cravings peaked; he'd straddle Jungkook's father's face in the dim light of their private suite, grinding his swollen folds against the probing tongue until he came, then impale himself on the rigid shaft, riding slow and deep.
Jungkook watched from cracks in doors or vents, his hand pumping his own cock in rhythm, the sight of his father's seed claiming that body fueling a twisted envy.
Labor began on a stormy winter night, thunder rumbling like distant drums as rain lashed the estate's windows. Taehyung had been restless all day, pacing the master bedroom in a loose gown that clung to his curves.
A sharp contraction hit around midnight, doubling him over the bed. 'It's time,' he gasped, clutching his belly, the first real pang twisting through him like a knife.
Jungkook's father was at his side in seconds, face paling but hands steady as he helped Taehyung to the en-suite birthing room they'd prepared—a space equipped with medical-grade bed, monitors, and a midwife on call, though he'd insisted on privacy for as long as possible.
Taehyung stripped the gown, naked and vulnerable on the adjustable bed, legs spread in stirrups that Jungkook's father secured with soft cuffs—a nod to their shared kinks, even now. The contractions came in waves, each one making Taehyung's pussy clench and push, the lips parting slightly with the pressure building inside.
Sweat beaded on his skin, breasts heaving with each breath, nipples erect and dripping. Jungkook's father knelt between his legs, wiping his brow, fingers tracing soothing circles on the inner thighs.
'Breathe through it,' he murmured, voice thick with emotion. But desire flickered too; he couldn't ignore the eroticism of Taehyung's body in labor, the way his hole stretched and quivered.
The midwife arrived discreetly, a professional woman in her fifties who'd signed NDAs and understood the unconventional arrangement. She checked Taehyung's progress, gloved hands parting the folds to reveal the cervix dilating—eight centimeters already.
'Strong contractions,' she noted calmly. 'Won't be long.' Taehyung groaned through another peak, hips bucking involuntarily, pussy contracting visibly. Jungkook's father held his hand, squeezing as Taehyung cried out, the pain mingling with the remnants of their passion.
Between contractions, he leaned in, kissing Taehyung's sweat-slicked forehead, then lower, sucking gently on a breast to ease the ache there. Milk flowed freely now, sweet and thin, and Taehyung moaned softly, the sensation grounding him.
From the adjoining hallway, Jungkook had snuck close, heart pounding. He'd heard the cries and couldn't stay away. Peering through a slightly ajar door—left open in the haste—he saw it all: Taehyung's legs splayed wide, the midwife monitoring vitals, his father massaging the perineum to prevent tearing.
Jungkook's cock twitched despite the intensity, the raw exposure stirring that familiar heat. He palmed himself through his pants, biting his lip as another contraction hit.
Hours blurred. Taehyung pushed with each surge, grunting, his face contorted in effort. 'I can see the head,' the midwife announced after the next exam, crowning beginning. Jungkook's father positioned himself at the end of the bed, hands ready to catch.
'Push, baby,' he urged, eyes locked on the emerging crown of dark hair. Taehyung bore down, veins standing out on his neck, pussy stretching wide around the baby's head—lips pulled taut, slick with amniotic fluid and blood.
The burn was intense; Taehyung screamed, fingers digging into the sheets. Jungkook's father reached out, supporting the head as it emerged, shoulders following in a rush of fluid.
The baby slid out in a gush, a boy, tiny and wailing, cord pulsing. The midwife clamped and cut it swiftly, wrapping the infant in a warm blanket before placing him on Taehyung's chest. Taehyung sobbed, exhausted and elated, stroking the downy head.
'Our son,' he whispered, tears mixing with sweat. Jungkook's father cut the cord fully, then leaned over to kiss them both, his own eyes wet. The afterbirth came next—a heavy placenta expelled with a final push, the midwife cleaning up efficiently.
In the quiet aftermath, as the midwife stepped out to give them space, Jungkook's father helped Taehyung shift to a more comfortable position. The new mother's body was spent, pussy gaping and raw from the birth, a trickle of blood staining the pads beneath.
But hormones surged, and Taehyung's breasts, engorged, leaked steadily. 'Feed him,' Jungkook's father said softly, guiding the baby to a nipple. The infant latched on, sucking greedily, drawing colostrum in rhythmic pulls. Taehyung sighed, the relief immediate.
Jungkook watched, transfixed, as his father then turned to the other breast, mouth closing over the nipple not occupied by the baby. He suckled gently, tasting the milk meant for their child, hand cupping the swell. Taehyung's eyes fluttered, a soft moan escaping despite the fatigue.
'You too,' he breathed, fingers in the older man's hair. It was intimate, possessive—Jungkook's father drinking from the source he'd helped create. His free hand trailed down, fingers brushing the tender folds, careful not to press too hard. Taehyung shivered, pussy twitching at the touch, already healing but sensitive.
The voyeur in the hall stroked himself openly now, the scene too potent: his new brother nursing, father claiming the milk, Taehyung's body offered up even in exhaustion. Cum spilled into Jungkook's underwear, hot and sticky, as he stifled a gasp.
Days turned to weeks in the estate's recovery wing, a sunlit room overlooking the gardens. Taehyung healed quickly, his intersex body resilient, stitches dissolving as the midwife checked daily. Sex resumed subtly at first—Jungkook's father fingering him gently while the baby slept in the bassinet, curling two digits inside the loosening pussy to coax orgasms without penetration. Taehyung came quietly, biting his lip, milk leaking from his breasts as he did.
By the second week, desire reignited fully. One afternoon, with the baby napping, Taehyung knelt on the bed, ass up, presenting his healed entrance. 'Take me,' he begged, voice husky. Jungkook's father lubed his cock generously, entering slow, the pussy still snug despite the birth.
He thrust steadily, hand reaching around to rub the clit, while his mouth found a breast from the side, sucking hard. Milk sprayed into his mouth with each pull, the taste addictive. Taehyung pushed back, meeting the hips, moaning low. 'Fill me again—make another.'
Jungkook's father groaned, pace quickening, cock bottoming out against the cervix now soft from childbirth. He spanked the ass lightly, red handprints blooming, then plugged the impending load with thoughts of future breeding.
When he came, it was deep, ropes of cum painting the walls. He pulled out, inserting the familiar silicone plug to hold it, twisting it in place. Taehyung clenched around it, humming satisfaction.
Jungkook observed from a hidden alcove, the family expanding before his eyes, his role as silent witness deepening the obsession.
The naming ceremony was private, just the three—no, four now. They called the boy Minjun, a name blending strength and grace.
Taehyung nursed him openly during family meals, Jungkook's wife—unaware of the full truth—smiling at the 'adopted' addition, her infertility a shadow lifted by the surrogacy facade.
But in stolen moments, the truth pulsed, Jungkook's father fucking Taehyung in the nursery after feedings, cock plunging into the milk-slicked pussy while Minjun cooed nearby.
BDSM returned in phases—soft ropes binding Taehyung's wrists to the headboard during postpartum sessions, his body arched as the cock drove in, breasts bouncing, milk arcing with each thrust.
Plugs evolved, larger ones now, stretching the pussy to prepare for more. Jungkook's father loved watching the white base peek from between the cheeks, cum trapped for hours.
One evening, in the kitchen where it all intensified, Taehyung bent over the counter again, Minjun in a carrier nearby. Jungkook's father entered him from behind, sucking a dangling breast, milk dribbling down his chin. 'Our family,' he grunted, thrusting hard. Taehyung cried out, pussy spasming. The plug followed, sealing the bond.
Jungkook, hiding in the pantry, came twice that night, the cycle complete, his voyeurism a thread in the tapestry of their taboo world.
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