“How’s that stepdaughter of yours? Calls you daddy yet?”

“No, Jungkook, she’s nineteen. She ain’t gonna call me daddy,” Taehyung replies, drinking from his beer bottle.

“Never say never,” Jungkook mumbles under his breath.

They’re sitting in a crowded bar, their booth table is sticky, the whole atmosphere is depressing and Taehyung feels dirty just being here. It was Jungkook who picked the place and Taehyung didn’t object.

“She doesn’t care much about me. Busy with boys,” Taehyung explains with a slight sadness in his voice. 

Jungkook’s face twists in a grin, eyes cold and intent, “So she’s a slut?”

Taehyung chuckles, “She’s young and single as far as I know. She’s old enough to date. I don’t see any harm in exploring herself.”

“This exploring sounds a lot like whoring around,” Jungkook grunts with a smirk, emptying another glass.

“Nah, she’s a good girl,” Taehyung follows Jungkook, drinking the last of his beer.

“Gonna get another round,” Jungkook says, getting out of their booth. Taehyung is about to stop him but he hasn’t seen Jungkook for a while so he decides that one more beer won’t harm anyone. Yet when Jungkook returns with four shots of tequila and then two more beers Taehyung regrets his stay.

Jungkook insists and Taehyung as always gets influenced by him. They drink and discuss business, work, sports, they drink more and Taehyung feels that the room starts spinning. He asks the bartender for water and then returns to the table.

“How long is your stepdaughter staying with you?” Jungkook asks narrowing his eyes at Taehyung.

“For a few more weeks,” Taehyung answers, surprised they’re talking about you again.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it,” Jungkook lowers his voice, his eyes glinting under the dim lights.

“About what?” Taehyung asks, glancing up at him. By the tone of Jungkook, Taehyung knows what Jungkook is talking about and he averts his eyes looking anywhere but his his face.

Jungkook leans back on the seat, his arm resting on the back of it.

“About fucking her,” Jungkook speaks louder making Taehyung squirm in his seat, as his eyes are darting around the bar.

Jungkook notices his unease and smirks, “I’ve stayed at your house for a couple of days and already noticed her parading around in her tiny skirts and crop tops. That bitch is waiting to be bent over your kitchen counter, brother.”

Taehyung rubs his chin feeling blood rush to his face as well as his crotch, “No, Jungkook, I love my wife Yuki.” Why the fuck is his voice so quiet and shaky all of a sudden?

Jungkook isn’t having any of it, “Maybe you do love her, but it doesn’t stop you from wanting to fuck her daughter, right?”

Taehyung laughs uncomfortably but the tequila has hit him hard so after a few moments he hums looking at the empty shot glass.

As if having been waiting for this tiny crack in Taehyung’s facade, Jungkook leans on the table getting closer to Taehyung, “Here’s my friend. He’s still somewhere inside this boring family man. I remember you being able to get any girl you wanted. Fucked them good. We used to discuss everything with each other. They’re all simple sluts. Call them pretty, then slap their pussy and they’ll do anything for you, give you any hole. Do you want your stepdaughter’s holes, Taehyung?”

Taehyung’s eyes are blown out and dark, his palms are sweaty. The memories of his past flood his mind and he can’t help but get hard thinking of all the pussy he used to get. Before settling down.

“So do you?” Jungkook interrupts his friend’s thoughts with a loud question. 

Taehyung flinches, his nerves alight, head cloudy, and answers, “Yes.”

Jungkook tilts his head and continues, “How would you do it? Hypothetically of course.”

Taehyung can’t help, drunk on tequila and his friend’s poisonous words. Staring at his hands he starts talking, quietly but so Jungkook could hear him,

“I’d fuck her in her room. She has a nice big bed, all pink and pretty. Would push her face into a pillow and rail her from behind. You’re right. She acts like she wants it. Walking into the kitchen in the morning all sleepy in her tiny pjs. The shorts barely cover her ass. I caught a glimpse of her pussy once when she was reaching for the cereal. Nearly came in my pants. She sleeps in just those shorts. Easy access. Could slide them to the side and slip my dick into her tight pussy. Maybe she’d think it’s a dream. Imagine fucking her sleeping body. Fuck…She’d wake up full of her stepdad’s cum and wouldn’t know it. Only later when she starts dripping me out of her hole and...”

Someone shouts in the bar and Taehyung snaps out of his drunk daydreaming. He adjusts his hardening bulge and glances up at jungkook. He sees Jungkook’s expression and his body erupts in goosebumps. The man in front of him looks like the devil himself, eyes cold and dark, mouth twisted in a smile that resembles a scowl.

“Got you, brother,” he mumbles and Taehyung sees a phone in Jungkook’s hand. The man puts it on the table and Taehyung sees that he’s been on a call with someone. Jungkook hangs up and leans back grinning wider.

“What the fuck?” Taehyung asks trying to clear his mind but in vain. Suddenly he feels like he has blacked out. He must be out cold, drunk and dreaming because he hears your voice. Here, in this dark sleazy bar.

“Hey, daddy!”

As if in slow motion caused by his drinking and shock he sees you slide into their booth and take a seat next to Jungkook. Jungkook wraps his arm around you.

“What the fuck?” Taehyung repeats his question, gaping at you both,

you give him an innocent smile putting your hands on your naked thighs barely covered by a short plaid skirt, saying, “Just wanted to join you too. Seems like you’re having fun.”

You feel Jungkook’s heavy arm on your shoulders, his thumb is caressing your collar bone. You sense him staring at your cleavage peeking out of the low cut top and you can’t help but your pussy gushes.

“We are, baby,” Jungkook rumbles, licking his lips while Taehyung is staring at you and your step uncle.

“Give uncle a smooch, baby. Haven’t seen you in a while,” Jungkook lowers his face closer to you and you feel tequila on his breath burning your cheek.

“You saw me at breakfast this morning, perv,” you say with a roll of your eyes. Suddenly a hand grabs a fist of your hair and yanks your head back. Jungkook is pressing his side to yours, his face hovers over you, as he hisses, “that’s no way to talk to your elders, girl” His eyes are blown out, he is enjoying it and you are too. Your legs tremble and you feel yourself getting wetter.

Taehyung gets up and tries to reason with Jungkook saying that people are staring and he must let you go.

You’re blinking up at your step uncle and forget why you’re there for a second. Your gaze darts to his plush lips and those sexy piercings, they are waiting to be kissed and bitten. You shoot him a smile and he groans.

Jungkook hears worried mumbling from around their booth and lets go of your hair much to your disappointment. He looks around with a polite smile, mouthing, ‘All good, just joking.”

You fix your hair and look at your stepdad who has  plunged back into his seat, eyes worried and wide.

“You can’t grab her like that, Jungkook! What the fuck is happening between you two?” Taehyung exclaims but in a hushed voice.

Jungkook adjusts the prominent bulge in his jeans and takes a big gulp of his beer.

You're batting your lashes at Taehyung and breathe out, “Don’t worry, daddy. I’ve just forgotten my manners.”

Jungkook chuckles, you smile and Taehyung furrows his brows. “Since when are you calling me daddy,” that’s what he wants to ask but doesn’t dare, not when Jungkook is here, not after the conversation they’ve just had.

So he takes a sip and asks you if you want anything.

“Thanks, I’m good. My friend is waiting for me in the car. I just popped in to say ‘hi’ to the best stepdad and step uncle,” you reply, giving them both your sweetest smile, fumbling with your necklace. You haven’t missed the way they both stare at your chest.

You get up peeling off your thighs off the sticky seat and pause next to Jungkook for a second while fixing your skirt. Taehyung rises up to his feet but you stop him with a wave of your hand, “It’s ok, I’ll find my way out,” you giggle and get out of the booth. You look at Jungkook who’s shamelessly ogling your ass and legs.

You wait for him to pay your face some attention and when he finally glances up you bend over the table and kiss his cheek before whispering, “Bye, Uncle Jungkook.” When you straighten up and turn to Taehyung, Jungkook places his big warm hand on the back of your thigh and gives it a squeeze. You move away from him feeling dampness between your legs and step up to Taehyung, whose jaw hasn’t closed up since the moment you showed up.

You bend over and kiss his cheek too. Your lips linger on his face a little longer than necessary and Taehyung places his hand on your shoulder to gently push you away. You feel a pang in your heart but don’t show it. You’ll have him very soon. 

“Have a good night, daddy… and uncle,” you coo, looking at one man and then the other.

You turn your head to your stepdad and say quietly, so only he could hear,

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, daddy. I'll make sure to wear the pjs you like.”

You watch his face growing paler and your lips twist in a smirk. You turn on your heels and head for the exit, passing Jungkook and giving him a wink. He returns it with one of his predatory grins.

Your heart is pounding in your chest and as soon as you leave the bar you take a deep breath of fresh night  air. You find your friend’s car, get in and ask her to take you home. You light a cigarette with shaky hands not being able to believe you got what you wanted. Well not exactly what you wanted but you’re definitely closer to the final goal. 

You look at the red dot of the cigarette burning in the darkness of the car and remember today’s morning when you were smoking on the patio of your mom’s house.

***flashback to the morning

Jungkook joined you three after breakfast and took a seat next to you. He lit a cigarette too and for some time you were sitting in silence. He was leering at you from the side of his eye and after a dozen of sleazy glares you got fed up. “Would you quit staring, old man?” you asked Jungkook in an accusatory tone. He just chuckled as his dark eyes slid down from your face to your chest, and then legs.

Everyone was aware that Taehyung’s brother was a scumbag. Single, no children, with a bouquet of addictions which none of many rehabs could treat. He also was hot. You didn’t hate him, but rather came to admire the extent of him not giving any fucks. He always said whatever he wanted and trolled your mom whenever he’d visit his best friend which gave you immense pleasure and satisfaction. At least someone didn’t see your mom Yuki as a perfect little house wife.

“I could ask you the same question, sweetheart,” he replied with a sly smile.  You furrowed your brows in confusion taking the next drag and then quipped, “I wouldn’t look your way even if you were the last dick left on the planet!”

He chuckled and you hated how much you loved the sound and the fact that you managed to make him laugh.

“Nah, angel, I’m talking about the way you stare at my little friend,” You opened your mouth to tell him there was nothing little about Taehyung but fortunately shut it just in time. You couldn’t forget the time you had caught taehyung in the bathroom naked after taking a shower so you knew that his dick was long and thick. He had a happy trail on his soft tummy, a broad chest and muscular veiny arms. You lost count of how many times you had gotten off to that image.

Suddenly your palms got clammy when you heard what exactly Jungkook said.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about. You should have your eyes checked, Jungkook. At your age it might be a good time to get glasses.”

He didn’t laugh that time, just looked at you intently with his piercing stare.

“I could help you get what you want,” he rumbled in the quiet of the yard. You narrowed your eyes at him, birds chirping in the trees was the only sound accompanying your thoughts.  Is he joking? Is it some kind of a trap? You wouldn’t be surprised. It was Jungkook after all.

“What do you think I want?” you asked him carefully.

“To fuck Taehyung and get back at your bitch of a mother.”

You laughed but it didn’t sound natural at all. You were surprised to your core that he read you like a book. You didn’t say anything and just continued smoking and staring into the distance.

“I have an idea and if you like the plan, we could help each other out.”

“How would we do it?” you asked and added hastily, “hypothetically of course.”

Jungkook told you about the plan, the first step of which would be fulfilled perfectly and the result of it would be stored in your phone now.

When he finished explaining it to you, you asked him why he wanted to ruin his friend’s life. Bringing the cigarette to his lips from time to time, Jungkook complained that Taehyung had abandoned their partnership business, had left his life in their hometown, had left Jungkook, his only friend, chasing some mediocre pussy (you smiled at that). Jungkook wanted his brother like friend out of that marriage as he hated Yuki (you smiled again) and wanted Taehyung back. “I don’t know why you hate your mom like that but I don’t doubt you have a reason,” he concluded.

You hummed at that leaning back, your expression serious and pensive.

As if sensing your doubt Jungkook spoke again, “I’ll add a big bonus to our deal.”

You glanced his way and waited for him to continue.

“On top of getting taehyung’s dick you’ll get mine as well.”

Now you couldn’t help but laugh, “Why the fuck would I need your dick?” you asked giggling, being in awe at the man’s enormous ego.

“You surely don’t need it, sweetheart, but fuckin’ hell you want it,” as if proving his point he grabbed his bulge and adjusted it looking straight into your eyes. “I’ll fuck you like no boy ever did. Like taehyung never will. Believe me, baby, if you want a good pounding, you need Jungkook.”

With an open mouth you stared at the man next to you. The pull he had on you was hard to deny when your panties were soaked just being next to him, talking to him. His masculinity, his filthyness, his self confidence captivated your soul, mind and body. But you couldn’t just admit it.

“I’m pretty sure I can have you right here, right now if I wanted to, dirty creep,” you spit out at him leaning forward and putting your elbows on your knees.

He turned his head away from you, smiled, then got up with a grunt and came up to your chair. He was towering over you, so much bigger and stronger than you that you started to regret your harsh words. You stared up at him hiding your growing fear as well as you could. His gaze was locked with yours and you flinched when he placed his hand on your cheek and rubbed your cheekbone with his thick thumb. Your eyes were about to flutter shut and it took everything from you not to purr into his gentle touch when all of a sudden he gave your cheek a slap, not hard, but your head spun to the side and you had to grab the arms of the chair for stability. 

“Think about it, sweetheart,” he said and went inside the house.

You rubbed your cheek not feeling the pain but a surge of shame shooting into your heart and then right to your pussy. The desire to be used by him started burning in your stomach. You wanted both of them now and if you could have it all in one move, why the fuck not?

Jungkook didn’t look surprised when you approached him later and agreed to the deal. You discussed the details and that evening everything went smoothly.

***

As soon as you are in your bedroom you rush to the night stand and grab your favorite toy. You throw it on the bed along with your phone and plunge down next to them. You  take off your panty and notice that it is soaked through. You throw the ruined underwear on the floor before taking your phone and adjusting AirPods in your ears. The house is empty, your mom having a girls night out, Taehyung still in the bar, so you can enjoy the result of yours and Jungkook’s efforts fully. At least until you get the real thing. You find the audio and press play. Right into your ears as clearly as if he was next to you, you hear Jungkook’s drawl asking Taehyung about you. You spread your legs and dip two fingers between your folds. You’re so wet they slide down to your entrance easily. You hear Taehyung talk about you and your pussy flutters. You push the fingers inside and start slowly fucking yourself rubbing your clit from time to time. “So she’s a slut?” Jungkook asks in your ears and you moan moving your fingers faster. You can’t get enough of them talking about you like that. When Taehyung calls you ‘a good girl’ you nearly come so you pull your fingers out and pant heavily trying to calm down. You know the good part is coming soon so you need to wait for it.

For some time you just lie there, eyes closed, skirt pulled up to your waist, pussy dripping and glistening under the light of the moon coming through the window. You don’t dare touch your nipples like you usually do, as you know you’ll come right away.

When you hear Jungkook’s “how would you do it?” you return your hand to your throbbing pussy. You plunge your fingers into your slicked entrance and slowly begin massaging your insides, pressing the pads of your fingers against your g-spot. 

“Would push her face into the pillow… rail her from behind” You can’t help but moan so you bite on the back of your hand to stop your whimpers in case someone comes home.

“She acts like she wants it... I caught a glimpse of her pussy…”

Fuck, Taehyung!

Your digits slide out of your hole and caress your pulsing clit. You feel your orgasm on the tips of your fingers.

“Easy access. Could just slide them to the side and slip my dick into her tight pussy…Imagine fucking her sleeping body. She'd wake up full of her stepdad's cum…”

“Stepdad’s cum” Fuck… You roughly push your fingers back into your hole, fucking yourself in earnest now and in just a few seconds you explode, pussy squirting its juices all over your bedding, your soaked hand still working your g-spot prolonging the hardest orgasm of your life. You arch your back, all your muscles tighten, and you bite your lip till it bleeds.

Your moans are leaving your mouth openly now. You don’t care anymore, blinded by ecstasy, drowning in pleasure. Nothing exists anymore, no one exists, just you and your hand on your fluttering pussy.

The recording stops and you lie on the bed spent, your limbs tingling pleasantly. Still trying to catch your breath, you throw your soaked bedding off, and the forgotten toy falls on the floor with a thud. You get under the blanket still clothed and as soon as you close your eyes you fall asleep.