fury tastes better on your lips

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/32019772.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con
Category: M/M
Fandom: | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V
Character: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V, Park Jimin (BTS), Min Yoongi |
Suga
Additional Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Parent/Child Incest,
Manipulation, Gaslighting, Jimin just trying to protect his soulmate, Kim
Taehyung | V & Park Jimin are Best Friends, Doctor Jeon Jungkook,
mention of a gun, Breeding Kink, Possessive Jeon Jungkook, Non-
Consensual Spanking, Boypussy Kim Taehyung | V, Intersex Kim
Taehyung | V
Series: Part 2 of tasting lies
Stats: Published: 2021-06-18 Words: 6105

fury tastes better on your lips

by kooeatstete

Summary

“You're lying.” Taehyung replies, not stupid enough to fall for this again. “You’re fucking
lying. Stop doing that shit. All you want is to be back in me and I won’t allow it.” Taehyung
starts trashing again, clamping his legs shut and trying to push away.

Or

Taehyung knows he lied, he knows what they did was wrong but he asked for it, didn't he?

Notes

heyo this is part 2 of the poppin' cherries, sipping lies so i strongly suggest you read that
first so you know the plot.

Warning: this is a work of fiction. The characters in this work are just characters. The way I
portray these characters has nothing to do with my perception of them irl.

If anything tagged above is not in your liking, fell free to close out the tab. As well if you
are a minor, I advise you to step away from this work, please.

fyi: the gun tag isn't displayed as much in the story, so dw.
See the end of the work for more notes

Min,, r u still awake?

[Read 12:05 am]

Yeah wassup tae?

[Delivered 12:06 am]

Can u pick me up tmr? Need to ask u sum

[Read 12:06 am]

thats a surprise,,

doesnt ur dad drive u to school?

[Delivered 12:07 am]

I dont want him to tmr

pls just pick me up early asap pls

[Read 12:07 am]

Sure babe but ill have to tell yoon to wake up early then

[Delivered 12:08 am]

Yoongi?? :/

[Read 12:09 am]

Yeah did u forget? My cars at the shop

He’s the one thats been taking me to school

Tae ik ur wary of him but give him a chance pls hes my bf

[Delivered 12:10 am]

Is not that min,, just wanted to talk to u in priv

And u know i only worry bc ily and he’s literally 2 years older than u

Just dont wanna see u hurt or sum

[Read 12:11 am]

Look we can talk once he drops us off dw

And ik u care baby, ily2sm mwah

Dont forget that

Ur ok right?

[Delivered 12:12 am]

Yea,,im ok dw just really need ur hugs rn

Ok gtb txt me when ur outside my house tmr

[Read 12:12 am]

Ok bby love u sleep well

[Delivered 12:13 am]

____

“Morning dad.” Taehyung doesn’t want to be here, doesn’t want to be even near his dad. He knows
what happened yesterday was something that a father should’ve never done to his son. He knows
that it was wrong.

“Hey baby, how did you sleep?” Jeongguk turns to greet him, turning off the stove where he was
cooking them breakfast.

“Good...yeah so just wanted to tell you that Minnie is gonna be driving me to school today so you
don't have to.” Taehyung quickly spurts out, already heading upstairs to get changed into his
uniform.

Jeongguk furrows his eyebrows, “Wait baby, what do you mean? Don’t I always drive you? Why
didn’t you tell me yesterday?”

“It was just a spur of the moment, don’t worry.” Taehyung calls out, almost rushing to get upstairs
and far away from the man. “Maybe today you won’t have to rush to get to work!”

Jeongguk cocks his head, tongue in cheek, he replies, “Alright…”

Taehyung changes as fast as possible, he decides to forgo his school skirt and chooses to wear
pants, even if the weather seems to be hotter than usual today.

R u close?

[Read 7:20 am]

Yea just need to pass 1 more light

[Delivered 7:21 am]

With that he closes off his phone and chucks it into his school bag. Taking in one final deep breath,
he heads downstairs.

Without heading into the kitchen, he yells out, “Hey so Jimin’s outside. Bye.”

“Wait! Baby aren’t you going to eat something? I’ve made your favorite today, strawberry
pancakes.” Jeongguk comes out rushing from the kitchen, a worried look on his face.

The nice part of him that doesn’t like to disappoint and make others sad whispers to him that he
should go and sit down, have breakfast with his father who always wakes up earlier than usual to
make him breakfast. But the part of him that is still in pain, physically and mentally, from last
night's events makes him say, “No thanks, dad. I’ll just buy something in school. Don’t worry.”

“Tae… Baby, are you okay?” Jeongguk questions, examining from head to toe, his eyes linger on
his groin.

Taehyung notices this and flushes, “Yeah, dad. I’m good. See you later.” With that he turns to the
front door, but just before closing it, he hears, “Have a nice day! Love you.” He doesn’t reply
back.

___

The drive to school is awkward, Taehyung spends the whole drive in Jimin’s arms, silent. Yoongi
and him never really got along, Taehyug had always been cautious of him, thought he was just
stringing Jimin along, but Taehyung never really learned how to judge someone’s character...
Maybe that’s why he landed himself in this situation.

“Thanks for the ride, babe.” Jimin snaps him out of his thoughts. He climbs out of the car with
Jimin. “Thanks Yoongi.” Taehyung politely bows. Yoongi just nods his head, turns to his
boyfriend, “Text me when to pick you up, okay?” Jimin nods, giving him a kiss.

They walk in silence to the court, where a good amount of students are already waiting around on
the tables. It’s loud, but not as loud when lunch time comes around, and for that Taehyung is
grateful for. Normally, he’ll be one of the people contributing to the loudness but right now all he
wants to do is sleep away the pain he’s feeling.

Noticing that Jimin is walking to their usual table where some of their friends are waiting, he grabs
his arm, redirecting him to a table far to the left, all alone. “Can we sit over there for now?”

Jimin, his sweet angel of a best friend, doesn’t question it, just nods and smiles, “Sure, Taetae.”

They sit in silence for a bit, Jimin doesn’t pressure him to talk. He’s always been patient with
Taehyung, especially when it comes to expressing his emotions or concerns.

It’s after a good amount of time, Taheyung speaks up, “Jimin, you had sex before, right?”

Jimin raises his eyebrows, Taehyung has always been shy about said topic, so why the concern
now?

“Yes I have. But why are you asking me this? You don’t like talking about this at all… Did
something happen?”

Taehyung ignores him, chewing on his bottom lip, he continues, “So what defines sex? Like
when… something goes inside the… hole, right?”

“Well yea, sort of? Basically just when you do anything sexual and get pleasure from it, ya know.”
Jimin feels awkward explaining this to his innocent friend, hates that he can’t find a way to make
the environment more comfortable.

Taehyung shakily sighs, it’s the type of sigh one does right before breaking into tears and Jimin
scoots closer to hold him in his arms. And Taehyung breaks right there in his arms.

“Ji-imin, why did he lie? I trusted him, I still trust him so much. He’s supposed to take care of me.”
Taehyung sobs into his best friend’s arm, feeling like he got a thousand knives to the back.

“Taetae, what are you saying? What happened, please tell me, Tae.” Taehyung looks up, eyes
bloodshot red. And somehow, with that one look, Jimin thinks he knows. He doesn’t want to
confirm that what he might be thinking could be true, but with the way his soulmate is looking at
him, broken and hurt, he can’t help but think that his suspicions might be real.

“Was it him? Your dad? Did he do... that?” Taehyung stares blankly at the trees behind them and
doesn't say a word.

“Tae...Please talk to me, tell me it wasn’t.” Jimin feels the tears threatening to fall but he holds
them back, he needs to be strong for his friend.

Taehyung gives a small nod, if Jimin didn’t have his eyes glued to his face, he would’ve probably
missed it. “Alright,” Jimin pulls out his phone, opening his messages, “I’m going to text Yoongi,
and we’re gonna report his ass to the polic–”

This snaps Taehyung out of his thoughts, “What? No, Jimin, you can’t. He’ll go to jail!”

“That’s the point, Taehyung! He fucking raped you. He needs to go to jail for that.”

Taehyung pulls back from his arms, shaking his head furiously, “No, you can’t. He can’t go to jail.
He’s the only family I have left and he didn’t mean it, he was just helping me out. Please Jimin
promise me you won’t tell anyone, please.” Taehyung whispers the last word, his eyes swelling up
with tears again.

“Babe…you can’t make me promise you that. He did something wrong and he needs to face the
consequences,” Jimin tries to reach for Taehyung, bringing him back into his arms, “ Wait what do
you mean you asked for it?”

“He was just helping me out. I asked him to help me, I just wanted to regulate my period, and I-I
thought, well he’s a doctor and I trust him, so I begged him to help me and…” Taehyung tries to
explain, tries to tell himself that he’s overreacting, that his daddy will never hurt him like that.

“Tae, if he really wanted to help you, he would’ve taken you to a hospita–” Jimin gets caught off
by a frantic looking Taehyung, “No, no I didn’t want to. I only trusted him in seeing my…” He
points down at his lap. Jimin sighs.

“Still, it’s wrong for a dad to do that to his own child. I don’t care if you ‘asked’ for it or not, he
should’ve known how wrong that was and stopped it, he is an adult.”

Taehyung sobs, throwing himself on to Jimin, “Please don’t report him. He’s the only one I have
left, he’s my dad. Please Jimin, he stayed, he didn’t leave like her.”

Jimin’s heart breaks at the sight of his best friend crying his eyes out over someone that was
supposed to protect him. He knows how hard Taehyung took it when his mom left him; he knows
how it’s still a sore subject for the boy but he just wishes he could wrap him in a blanket and spare
him from all the trouble he’s gone through. He wants to report Mr. Jeon, wants him to pay for
hurting his best friend but he also doesn’t want to be the sole cause of taking away his only parent.

“Okay,” Jimins exhales, “but we’re going to my house right now. You’re in no shape to be at
school. Also you’re staying the night, I don’t care if you don’t want to but if I can’t report this,
then I'll do my best to keep you away from him.” He goes to stand up, pulling Taehyung with him.

“No, Jimin, if we go to your house, your parents will ask questions, and I don’t want that right
now.”

He’s right, Jimin thinks. “Alright, we’re gonna hang out in Yoongi’s, then once school is over,
we’ll head over to mines, okay?”

Taehyung gives him a weary look, almost ready to deny his request. “You swear you won’t tell
anyone about this?” He holds out his pinky towards Jimin.

Jimin looks down, a heavy sigh, he replies, “I swear I won’t tell anyone.”

Taehyung looks at him, stares into his eyes, searching for the lie but quickly doesn’t find one.
Maybe he should’ve done that with his father last night, should’ve made him promise not to lie to
him. “Okay. Let’s go.”

____

They arrive at Yoongi’s apartment in under 20 minutes. The car ride yet again is awkward, Yoongi
looks like he wants to ask Jimin what’s wrong, but he stays quiet, reads the room that questions
aren’t welcome right now. He drops them off at his apartment complex, handing over the keys to
Jimin and kissing him goodbye. Right before leaving, he nods to Taehyung, “It’s gonna be alright,
kid.” And with that he drives off to work.

Taheyung doesn’t remember much after that. He remembers Jimin opening the door, and leading
him to what he presumes is Yoongi’s room. He remembers laying down, Jimin hugging him
tightly. And then nothing but darkness takes over.

He wakes up alone in an unfamiliar bed and to noises coming outside the room. It takes him a bit
for his mind to catch up where he is and what has unfolded hours prior. It’s dark in the room, the
small bit of light that was shining through the black curtains when they arrived had seemed to
disappeared, replacing the room with darkness.

Wait, darkness? His eyes pop. Was it already night? How long did he sleep? Fuck he should’ve put
in an alarm on his phone. Wait, where is his phone?

As he tries to look for his phone in the dimly lit room, Jimin walks in. “Oh, Taetae you’re awake!
Good. C’mon I bought us pizza, you haven’t eaten all day.”

“Wait, Jimin, have you seen my phone?” Taehyung calls out.

“Yes, it’s in your book-bag!” Jimin yells out from what he assumes is the kitchen. Taehyung steps
out of the room with phone in hand, he turns it on and suddenly feels like ice cold water was
poured all over him. He checks the time first, the bright lit 8:33 pm blinks back at him, along with
the 50 missed calls and 45 messages.

“J-imin, why didn’t you wake me up? It’s so late and dad’s gonna kill me!” Taehyung’s scared,
he’s afraid that he’s in trouble for not answering his dad’s missed calls and unread messages, he’s
never done that before.

Jimin walks out the kitchen, two plates in hand. “Babe, you looked like you needed that sleep… I
didn’t want to interrupt the little sleep I know you barely got last night.”

He’s right, Taehyung barely slept a wink of sleep last night. He was too frightened to do so,
thinking that his father would walk in and do something to him, even though he made sure to lock
his door.

“And don’t worry, I’ve made my mom text him that you’re in my house. You’re alright, okay?”

Taehyung lets out an exhale, “I guess, but I really need to reply to him.”

Jimin sets down the plates on the coffee table, “Ok, you do that. Tell him we were watching a
movie and got distracted. Don’t panic, Tae. You’re safe here.”

Taehyung nods and ventures into the 45 unread messages, each progressing angrier and angrier as
he scrolls up.

Have a good day baby. Text me if anything ok

Love you so much

[Delivered 7:30 am]

Taehyung

Why did the school call claiming you weren't in class?

[Delivered 9:20 am]

Why aren’t you answering

[Delivered 9:23 am]

Jeon Taehyung

Answer the phone

[Delivered 9:40 am]

You think I'm playing?

[Delivered 10:21am]
Hey sweetie, I'm worried pls pick up the phone.

[Delivered 11:10 am]

Where the fuck are you Taehyung

[Delivered 12:00pm]

We’re gonna have a talk once you’re back home

[Delivered 12:50pm]

The messages go on like this, asking for his location and why isn’t he answering, but it’s the last
message that makes his blood run cold.

You really think I believe whatever bullshit Mrs.Park

told me? I know you’re not at Jimin’s house, once I get

there you’re gonna regret ignoring me

[Delivered 8:23pm]

Taehyung drops his phone when he hears the doorbell ring. “J-Jimin, he–”

Jimin doesn’t hear Taehyung’s whimpers, too absorbed in his task of getting them drinks. “Hey,
that must be Yoongi! Can you get it?”

“Tae? You good, babe?” Jimin calls out from the kitchen, stepping out with their drinks and
placing them at the table, “Hey, Tae, you’re shaking, what’s up?” The doorbell rings again.
Taehyung flinches.

Jimin sighs, “Alright. Coming!” He yells at the direction of the front door. “Tae, I’m gonna let
Yoongi in and then you tell me what’s up, ok?”

Taehyung gets a hold of Jimin’s arm roughly. “N-no, h-he’s here do–”

The doorbell rings again, this time repeatedly. “Sheesh Yoongi, I’m coming. Hold up!” Jimin gets
up to open the door. He’s expecting to see his boyfriend’s irritated face behind the door, what he
doesn’t expect is Mr. Jeon’s furious one.

“Where is he?” Jeongguk’s voice booms through the whole apartment. His eyes look around until
they land on Taehyung’s shaking form on the couch. He pushes Jimin onto the door.

“You really think you could get away? Not answering my calls, ignoring me all day, acting like a
fucking brat. For what? Just so you can spend some time with your whore of a best friend? What
the actual fuck are you doing, Taehyung. Just cause I fucked you, you gonna spread your legs for
everyone? Get the fuck up, we’re going home.” Jeongguk pulls at Taehyung’s arm, harshly digging
his fingers into the skin.

“Da-d please, don’t. I’m sorry. I-I was asleep. I didn’t mean not to answer. P-please.” Taehyung
doesn’t recognize the man standing before him. His father has never raised his voice at him, has
never called him names, and he certainly has never hurt him like he is right now.

“Mr. Jeon, you’re hurting him. Let him go!” Jimin says, coming closer to try to loosen Jeongguk’s
grip on Taehyung’s forearm.

“Fucking stay out of this, Park Jimin. This shit doesn’t concern you.” His father barks back, giving
Jimin a murderous look.

“No it does concern me, he’s my best friend. Let. Him. Go.” Jimin is many things: sweet, kind,
caring, selfless, but he would never be a quitter. He gives Jeongguk the same murderous look, just
as much or even more fury behind it.

“Alright,” Jeongguk lets go off his son’s arm, making him fall back on the couch. He backs up,
turns to the door. As Jimin rushes to Taehyung, embracing him in his arms and inspecting his arm,
they don’t notice Jeongguk turning around with a gun pointing at them. “Either you come
willingly, or I blow his head out.” He says, staring straight at his son’s terrified eyes.

Taehyung whimpers, “Dad… Please don’t.” Jimin doesn’t want to turn around, doesn't want to
come face to face with the barrel of a gun. “You have 5 seconds, Taehyung. If you love him just as
much as you claim you do, come with me and nobody gets hurt.”

Taehyung’s eyes dart between Jimin and his father. He tries to communicate with Jimin his
decision, tries to make him silently understand that this is what’s best for both of them. Jimin’s
eyes beg, Tae please don’t do this. Don’t leave me. Taehyung only nods, goes to get up and gives
him a kiss on his cheek, he whispers, “Thank you.”

Jimin turns as Taehyung walks over to where Jeongguk is. “Tae...” Taehyung only shakes his head,
offering him a forced smile. “Now, Park Jimin, if I hear you say a peep of tonight’s events to
anyone, I’ll make sure to personally make your life a living hell. Also lose my son’s number.”
Jeongguk gives him a mocking smirk. “Ah, and I'll make sure that boyfriend of yours gets home
safely.” And with that Jeongguk leads Taehyung’s shaking form out the door.

And just like that they disappear, leaving Jimin with not knowing what to do. He wants to yell out,
wants to pull at his hair, needs to check up on his boyfriend, but he simply falls to his knees,
curling into himself. Hours later, Yoongi finds him like that, sobbing on the living room floor.

___

Taehyung is petrified, to put it lightly. He contemplates jumping out the car, but his dad makes
sure to put the child lock on, also he knows he won’t survive jumping out with the speed he is
driving at.

They’re quiet. All he hears is the heavy breathing coming from his father’s enraged form.
Taehyung doesn’t want to speak up, doesn’t know what to say, he’s never seen his dad this mad
before, not even when he snuck out to a party that one time. He’s always been understanding,
always listening and stepping out of the room when the anger becomes too much. Heck, he’s
never pulled out a gun on him, Taehyung didn't even know that he owned a gun. He simply doesn’t
know who the man sitting next to him is anymore, and he’s afraid because maybe he never did.
“D-Dad–”

“Don’t.”

Taehyung quickly clamps shut his mouth. Maybe if he stays quiet the whole ride, if he just listens,
his dad will forget about all of this. Maybe the father he knows will come back, maybe all of this is
just some nightmare. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

The car comes to an abrupt stop, if it weren’t for his seat belt, Taehyung’s sure he would’ve flown
off. Jeongguk is the first to get out of the car, harshly slamming the driver’s door and stomping
towards the passenger one. He yanks it open, and, once again, harshly grips at his bruised arm,
pulling him up and dragging him towards their home.

With that same boiling anger, Jeongguk yanks him up to his bedroom, slamming the door shut and
locking it. He throws him onto the bed, and Taehyung quickly scrambles up in a seated position.
They stare at each other, Jeongguk’s eyes swimming in pure lava, while Taehyung’s scream for
help.

“Why?” Jeongguk is the first to speak up. The question is a heavy one; why didn’t he listen, why
did he not answer; why did he skip school. “I–”

“Why did you try to leave? Baby, you had me so worried. Why did you act up? This isn’t like you
at all.” Jeongguk comes closer, getting on his knees in front of Taehyung’s seated form.

“Dad, I, I just wasn’t having a good day, okay? I just needed space and Jimin was being a nice
friend by helping me out. I’m sorry. I–” Taehyung tries to explain, coming up with half a lie.

“That kid, I told you to stop hanging out with him, didn’t I? Told you he was a bad influence. Look
at where his actions got us.” Jeongguk takes his son’s hand into his own, slightly tightening them
when thinking about his son’s ‘best friend’.

“Don’t talk about him like that! He was just being a friend, this wasn’t his fault at all. I wasn’t
feeling good, that's all. Can I just head to my room? I’ll take any punishment but…” Taehyung
goes to stand up, but the tight hold his father has on him only keeps him in place.

“You’re not going anywhere, Taehyung. You’re gonna get your punishment right now, teach you
to actually listen to your father, not run along like some whore.” Jeongguk stands up, taking off his
belt and Taehyung only stares, too afraid to do anything.

“Now, take off your pants and lay face down on the bed.” His father orders, glaring at him when
he doesn’t do as he’s told.

“No.”

“What?” Jeongguk asks, stepping closer to his son.

“I said no. I don’t want to do that. I know what you said yesterday was a lie. I know what we did
was sex. Why did you lie, dad? I fucking trusted you.” His father’s eyes soften at his words.

“Now, baby, who said it was sex? Nobody came, remember? Are you really going to trust some
dumb kid over an expert? Did Jimin feed you these lies, too?” Jeongguk softly cups his cheeks.
Taehyung pushes away from him, “I don’t know if you remember but you said it yourself back at
the apartment, that you ‘fucked me’. So you confirmed it, dad.”

Jeongguk’s stare hardens. “Baby boy, I was mad and worried sick. I said words I didn’t mean. You
know how much I care for you. You’re the only family I have.” He once again tries to come closer,
tucking a hair strand behind his ear.

“Then why the gun? Why threaten Jimin?” Taehyung allows for him to keep touching him this
time.

“Because I was scared, afraid that he might’ve hurt you and I didn’t know if he did. Also you’ve
never visited that apartment and I was so worried something happened to you.”

“That still doesn’t make it right. You–” Taehyung gets cut off. “But baby, I’m supposed to protect
you. I’m your dad after all, right? Just like how I took care of you yesterday.”

Taehyung exhales, “I know, dad. But I, I just, I don’t know, that really left me shaken up and the
way you were acting wasn’t like you at all. I’m sorry I know it's my fault as well but I don’t know.
Yesterday left me really uncomfortable? I don’t know.”

“That’s okay, baby. I’m sorry for acting like that. And I know you’re sorry but we’re gonna have to
go through with the punishment so you learn your lesson, alright?” Jeongguk cups his cheeks,
giving him a kiss on the forehead.

“Dad...please I don’t want to… Can’t w–”

Jeongguk strengthens his hold on his cheeks, making his lips pucker. “Sweetie, you said you were
sorry, show me how sorry you are. Be a good boy and listen to daddy.”

“Please…” Taehyung begs out, hoping that the sweet, compassionate man that raised him is still in
there somewhere.

“Taehyung. Don’t make me repeat myself.” Jeongguk warns, eyes blazing hot.

“This isn’t you, dad. Don’t do this.” He lets a tear trail down. Perhaps if he shows how afraid he is,
this will all stop, maybe they’ll go back to normal, like how a parent and child are supposed to be.

“Taehyung.” He needs to get away. He needs to run back to Jimin, needs to find a way to escape
the monster before him. Taehyung tries to tug himself from his father’s tight hold on his cheeks,
but Jeongguk only squeezes them more. “Dad, I love you. Please let me go.”

“Baby,” Jeongguk’s hold softens, “I’m only doing this because of how much I love you as well.”

The loosen hold on his face gives Taehyung the opportunity to push up on his feet and dash to the
locked door. As he’s trying to unlock said door, he feels arms pick him up and suddenly his world
is flipped upside down. “I just don’t understand why you can behave like a good boy. I didn’t raise
you to misbehave, and look at what you’re doing right now.” Taehyung gets thrown onto the bed,
his body bounces from the harsh throw. He doesn’t have time to react when he feels his dad pulling
off his pants, along with his underwear.

He tries to thrash around but Jeongguk only holds him down with one hand while successfully
getting rid of his bottoms. The tears seem to flow out non-stop at this point, Taehyung tries to talk
some sense into his father but it falls on deaf ears when he suddenly gets flipped around, face
down and ass up. “D-ad, s-stop.” Taehyung mumbles into the sheets, where his face is squished
into.
“No.” He hears the ruffle of clothes being taken off and the metal of the belt clanking together.
“You’re going to count each spank. Alright?”

Taehyung feels a sharp sting before he even processes the words. He lets out a muffled cry. “Dadd-
y, no s-top.”

“If you don’t listen, then I’ll just spank you until I’m satisfied. I'm being gracious enough to give
you 20.” Jeongguk calls from above, hand already raised above his son’s ass.

“This isn’t you. You’re being a bad father. Stop.” Taehyung tries to move his head to the side,
giving him room to speak and breathe in some air.

“Alright Taehyung, but remember that you asked for this.” And with that he slams the belt into his
ass again and again. Taehyung wails from the pain of the belt’s metal hitting him repeatedly.
Jeongguk alternates between each cheek, hitting both of them equally as hard. Taehyung doesn’t
count but when he feels his ears ringing and his ass feels like it’s on flames, he’s sure that at some
point they hit the 20th spank years ago.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you just listened to daddy, angel.” Jeongguk rubs at his sore ass,
making him wince. If Taehyung feels something poking at his inner thigh, he doesn’t question it,
he’s certain of what it is. But perhaps if he stays quiet, his dad won’t get any ideas of using the
thing poking at him.

Taehyung lets out a sob, “Are we done? Can I go?”

“Oh, baby, we’re nowhere near done.” His father flips him on his back, Taehyung arches from the
bed, his ass sensitive after what just occurred. He takes this opportunity to look at his father and
notices he’s naked and, as he suspected, hard.

“Dad…” Taehyung begins, begging with his eyes. “Don’t…”

“What?” Jeongguk lowers himself, face inches near of his son’s. “I’m the parent here. You don’t
get to tell me what to do.”

With that he feels a hand coming in between his thighs, “Spread your legs, baby. Gotta check if
your pussy’s all healed from yesterday.” When Jeongguk doesn’t hear a confirmation nor does he
see any sign of Taehyung moving, he frustratingly forces his legs apart.

“Do you really want a repeat of what just happened to your ass?” Jeongguk scolds, and his son
quickly shakes his head no. With that he lets his father trail his hand further down. He feels him
probe around, spreading his lips apart and going as far as to slightly pinch at his clit, Taehyung
tries to not let out a moan at that.

“Hmm, it looks like your hole seems to be closing up again. We might have to do it again just to
make sure it’s fully open.” Jeongguk lies through his teeth, offering his son a sympathetic smile.

“You're lying.” Taehyung replies, not stupid enough to fall for this again. “You’re fucking lying.
Stop doing that shit. All you want is to be back in me and I won’t allow it.” Taehyung starts
trashing again, clamping his legs shut and trying to push away.

“Taehyung, listen to me. I’m the doctor here, not you. You don’t know shit about this. You wanted
my help? You’re getting my help.” Jeongguk grabs tightly onto his hips, dragging him closer.
“Baby, I just want to take care of you. Let me do this.” It’s like a switch with the way his father
grabs him roughly and talks down on him, but then he goes back to being his caring self. It makes
Taehyung’s head spin.
“Baby,” His dad bends over him, “please.” He gives him a peck on the lips, leaving Taehyung
stunned. He’s so stunned, he fails to notice Jeongguk once again spreading his legs wide open. And
just like that, he feels fingers on him again.

Jeongguk inserts two fingers into him, making his son yelp. “Still so fucking tight.” He mumbles
under his breath, Taehyung overhears it.

He’s not sure what to do. He loves his dad, but this is wrong. But at the same time, what if his dad
is right? What if this is just to help him out? He did ask for this but… Taehyung doesn’t know, he
doesn’t know if he should fight back or just let it happen. He doesn’t want to hurt his dad’s
feelings but he also doesn’t want this to continue. He feels so lightheaded; he’s worried about
Jimin and Yoongi, he’s worried about who the man before him is, he’s worried that he could be an
orphan soon if Jimin goes to the police, and he doesn’t know why when his father touches him
down there, little shocks of pleasure course through him.

Taehyung doesn’t even notice when he closes his eyes until he opens them up again at the feeling
of something warm sucking on his clit. “Ah, d-dad.”

“Yes, princess?” Jeongguk replies, stopping his actions.

“Mmm,” Taehyung tries to ask why is he doing this again but it gets caught in between his moans.

His father continues sucking, he trails downward, sticks his tongue inside his hole, tasting his son’s
pretty cunt and forcing him to get even wetter. “Taste so sweet, baby.”

Taehyung doesn’t reply, too lost in the feeling of the smooth muscle fucking into him.

Jeongguk savors the taste of his baby’s pussy. He knew ever since he finally got a taste of it last
night, he needed to find a way to get back in. However, he didn’t think of doing it like this, hurting
and scaring his poor baby, but ever since Taehyung left so quickly to school in the morning,
denying him breakfast and all, he knew something was up with his baby boy. He lost his mind
when he got that call from the school, reporting him of his son’s absence. He tried to be reasonable
at first, calling him and messaging him, didn’t want be seen as overbearing but when Mrs. Park
called in saying that he was at their house, he knew he had to track him down. In some way, he was
grateful for making Taehyung leave his location on at all times, telling him it was only for
emergencies, and this for sure was one.

He’ll like to say he wasn’t thinking straight when he pulled out the gun on Jimin, but he was. His
mind kept telling him that Taehyung didn’t love him anymore, that he'd leave him, and he couldn’t
allow that. He just could never allow for his only family, the one good thing in his life, to ever
leave him.

Jeongguk gets thrown out of his thoughts, when he feels Taehyung clench around his tongue,
crying out that he was about to cum.

“Go ahead, princess. Come for daddy.” And just like that Taehyung feels the tight knotted rope in
his stomach snap, letting what he believes might be his first ograsm happen.

Jeongguk licks it all up, not letting one single drop go to waste. Once he’s done, he pushes back on
his knees and brings Taehyung’s pussy closer to his cock. Without warning, he plunges in.

“Ah! D-daddy, it still hurts.”

“Shh,” Jeongguk bends down to give him a nose kiss, “It’ll go away soon, promise.”
 He tries not to move as much so his baby could get used to the feeling of his cock deep in him. But
the way his walls suck him in, make all his restraint diminish.

“Baby, you’re so pretty, sucking me in so deep.” Jeongguk blurts out, thrusts fully starting to
become rougher.

Taehyung feels pain but not as much as the first time. He tries not to think about how deep he feels
his dad’s cock in him. Tries not to think about it because he feels like he’s dripping down onto the
bed, making a puddle from his slick.

“Daddy nngh, too much, ah.” Jeongguk only grinds in harder, lifting his baby’s legs around his
waist so he could reach that spot that’ll make him see stars.

Taehyung bounces up and down with how hard Jeongguk’s thrusts into him, pushing him up into
the pillows. “Look at you, pretty. All spread out for me. Gonna fill you of my cum. You want that?
Want a little sibling in you?” His son only whimpers, over-stimulated by how his dad’s cock kept
slamming deep in him.

“Mm, don’t come inside, p-please daddy. Don’t wanna be pregnant.” Taehyung slurs, trying to
keep himself sane from all the pleasure he’s receiving.

“But baby, you’ll look so beautiful with my kid. Don’t you want a sibling? You’ve always asked
for a little brother.” Jeongguk pouts, brushing his hair back.

His son shakes his head but is stopped by Jeongguk attaching his lips to his neck, nibbling on the
skin. “You’re mine, baby. Always. Never gonna leave me. You’re the only one I have.”

Taehyung doesn’t know what to say, this has gone too far. This isn’t normal for a father-son
relationship. But also, his daddy has never really ever tried to hurt him. Maybe he was just
overreacting, maybe this was just another way of taking care of him. His daddy was right, he asked
for help and, like any good father, he helped him. It was Taehyung’s fault for misbehaving today,
his daddy didn’t rape him, Jimin was just lying, he was being dramatic as always and Taehyung
should’ve never listened to him. He should’ve listened to his dad, because he knows what’s best
for him. “You’re the only one I have too, daddy.” He bursts out crying, eyes stinging from the
amount of tears he’s produced all day, “You stayed. She left us. And w-we only have each other.
I’m s-sorry for not being good.”

“That’s okay baby.” Jeongguk kisses him on the lips, lingering for a few seconds. “You know how
much I love you. I know you’re sorry. You’ll never do it again, ok.” It’s not a question but a
statement, reinforcing that Taehyung has to listen to his every word because he’s his father.

With that, Jeongguk goes back to chasing his climax, on a mission to impregnate his baby boy.

“Fuc-k, love you so so much, Taehyungie.”

“Mmm me too, daddy.” And with that both reach their high, cumming together.

End Notes

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