Teaching {S}

Taehyung cried out, a sharp, high sound of shock. Jungkook's mo°uth was hot and wet on his nipp°le, a strange, tingling pressure that shot straight down to his stomach, making it clench. He had never felt anything like this. His ha°nds flew to Jungkook's shoulders, not to push him away, but just to hold on, his fingers digging into the firm muscle.

Jungkook didn't rush. He suc°kled gently, his tongue swirling in slow, lazy circles. He was worshiping him, just like he said. After a long moment, he pulled back with a soft, wet sound. The nip°ple was pebbled and dark, glistening in the dim light. Jungkook looked at it with a deep satisfaction.

"So beautiful," he breathed, his voice husky. He moved to the other side, giving it the same careful attention. Taehyung whimpered, his head falling back against the tiled wall. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a shyness so deep it made his whole body feel hot.

When Jungkook finally lifted his head, his eyes were dark and serious. "Every part," he promised.

He shifted in the tub, the water sloshing gently. He took Taehyung's hand, the one that had been gripping his shoulder. He brought it to his lips, not kissing it, but gently kissing each of Taehyung's short, chubby fingers. Then he turned his attention to Taehyung's arm. He lifted it again, and this time, Taehyung didn't flinch. He just watched, his breath held tight in his c^hest. Jungkook didn't just kiss the h°air under his a°rm. He kissed the soft skin of his inn°er a°rm, his elbow, his wrist. He was mapping him, learning him, showing him that there was no part to be ashamed of.

He moved down in the water, kneeling between Taehyung's spr°ead le°gs. He took one of Taehyung's le°gs, lifting it from the water. It was heavy and soft, and Taehyung felt a fresh wave of embarrassment. But Jungkook just held it with reverence. He kissed his knee, then his plump calf. He even bent his head and kissed Taehyung's ankle, then the top of his foot. He took Taehyung's toes into his mouth, one by one, sucki°ng them softly. It was such a strange, ticklish feeling that Taehyung let out a watery giggle mixed with a sob.

"See?" Jungkook murmured, looking up at him from his position in the water. "Precious."

He did the same with the other l°eg, his touch never changing. It was always slow, always gentle, always full of a praise that Taehyung didn't believe but desperately wanted to. When he was done, he settled back, his hands resting on Taehyung's soft thi°ghs, so close to the place Taehyung was most afraid of. But he didn't touch it. He just looked at Taehyung's face, at the tear tracks on his cheeks and his swollen, kiss-bitten lips.

"All of you," Jungkook said, his voice firm and clear. "Your tummy is precious. Your legs are precious. Your arms, your toes, your pretty lips." He leaned forward and kissed Taehyung again, a deep, slow kiss that tasted of salt and promise. "You are not a potato, Tae. You are my beautiful, perfect omega."

Jungkook pulled the plug from the drain, the water gurgling away. He stood and reached for Taehyung, his hands firm under Taehyung's arms, lifting him from the tub. Taehyung stumbled a little, his legs shaky. Jungkook grabbed a big, fluffy towel from the rack and wrapped it around Taehyung's shoulders. He began to pat him dry, his movements gentle but efficient. The towel moved over his back, his arms, his soft stomach.

Jungkook's eyes dropped down. The w°et panti℅es clung to Taehyung's body, the fabric transparent, leaving nothing to the imagination. A deep blush spread across Taehyung's chest and up his neck.

"Uncle, look away," Tae said, his voice small and shy.

Jungkook didn't hesitate. He turned his back to him, facing the shower wall. He heard the soft rustle of fabric. Tae placed one hand on Jungkook's shoulder for balance as he carefully peeled the wet panties down his legs. He quickly wiped his lower body with the towel, the feeling of being fully na°ked making his skin prickle. He fumbled for the thick bathrobe hanging on the door and quickly tied it around himself, the soft cotton a welcome shield.

"Done," Tae whispered.

Jungkook turned back around. His eyes were calm. "You turn," he said.

Taehyung obediently turned his back to Jungkook, squeezing his eyes shut. He heard the sound of wet shorts hitting the tiled floor, then the softer sound of boxers. He tried not to think about his uncle being na°ked right behind him. He felt a shift in the air, and then a warm presence at his back. Jungkook leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of Taehyung's ear.

"Uncle is going to take bath, stay here okay," Jungkook said, his voice a low murmur.

Taehyung nodded his head, not trusting himself to speak. He heard the glass door of the shower slide open and then close. He kept his eyes closed, listening to the sound of the water starting. After a moment, he heard the soft squish of a bottle being squeezed. He knew Jungkook was putting lotion on his body.

"Are you wearing any under°wear, baby?" Jungkook's voice called out over the spray of the water.

Taehyung shook his head, then remembered Jungkook couldn't see him. "No," he said softly.

In the shower, Jungkook's eyes fluttered closed. He spread the lotion over his chest, his arms, his stomach. His hand moved lower, wrapping around his h°ard co°ck. He bit down on his lip, hard, to keep any sounds from escaping. His alpha pheromones began to spre°ad through the humid air of the bathroom, thick and dark like sandalwood and spice. But he knew Taehyung wouldn't be able to smell them. Not yet. An omega's senses didn't fully develop until their eighteenth birthday. It was nature's way of protecting them until they were ready. In just a few months, Taehyung would turn eighteen. Soon enough, Tae would know that Jungkook was his fated mate. And Jungkook couldn't wait. His precious omega was always right there, and he had to hold back. It was torture.

"What are you doing, uncle? Hurry, I'm hungry," Tae said, his voice a cute, impatient pout. His eyes were still squeezed shut.

"Yes, baby, me too... ughhhh," Jungkook groaned, the sound of Tae's voice pushing him over the edge. He c°ame ha°rd in his own hand, his body shuddering with the force of it. He quickly washed his hand, rinsed all the soap away, and turned off the water. He dried himself quickly and tied a bathrobe around his waist.

He walked out of the shower and straight to Taehyung. He scooped him up, one arm behind his back and the other under his knees, holding him bridal style.

Taehyung opened his eyes and immediately pouted. "You took too long. Taetae's legs hurt," he complained.

Jungkook leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Sorry, bubba," he said softly. And then he walked out of the bathroom, carrying his precious omega in his arms.

Jungkook carried Taehyung into the bedroom and gently set him down on the edge of the bed. He then walked over to the large, built-in wardrobe. He slid one door open, revealing two distinct sections. One side held his own clothes-dark jeans, simple t-shirts, and workout gear. The other side was a completely different world. It was filled with Taehyung's things. There were soft, pastel-colored dresses, delicate nighties with lace trim, stacks of new underwear still in their packaging, and bottles of sweet-smelling lotion. There was even an extra, clean school uniform hanging neatly. Jungkook had bought everything from Seoul, and whenever he came back to the village, he always brought more clothes or pretty jewelry. But Taehyung, being Taehyung, only ever wanted to wear Jungkook's things. So most of the beautiful, new clothes sat untouched, their tags still on.

Jungkook reached into Taehyung's section and picked out a matching set of a soft, cream-colored bralette and panties. He also grabbed one of his own oversized hoodies, knowing Taehyng would feel most comfortable in that. He laid them out on the bed. Then, he untied the knot on his own bathrobe and let it fall to the floor. He walked completely na°ked toward his own section of the wardrobe to get a pair of boxers.

Taehyung, who had been watching, got a full glimpse of Jungkook's naked backside. He squeaked and slammed his eyes shut.

"Uncle, give warning first!" Tae said, his voice full of mock anger.

Jungkook chuckled, a deep, warm sound. "Sorry, baby," he said, not sounding sorry at all as he pulled on his boxers.

Jungkook cupped Taehyung's face in his hands and leaned in to give him a soft, quick peck on the lips. Then, he carefully slid the bathrobe off Taehyung's shoulders, letting the soft fabric pool around his waist to hide his lower body. Jungkook immediately took Taehyung's lips in his own, su°cking hungrily, his tongue tracing the seam of Tae's mouth.

With his other hand, he grabbed the bralette from the bed. "Hand in," Jungkook murmured against Tae's lips.

He guided Tae's arm through the strap, then the other. He moved around behind Tae to hook it, but the clasps wouldn't meet. The bra was too small. Jungkook pulled back slightly, a small, proud smile on his face.

"Oh, my precious Taetae got big again," he said. The last time he had bought this bra, it had fit perfectly.

Tae pouted, his cheeks puffing out. "You just can't hook it properly," he glared. He twisted his own arms behind his back, trying to do it himself. He took a deep breath, sucking in his stomach to make his body smaller. With a struggle, he finally managed to hook the bra. But as soon as he let his breath out, his bre°asts were squeezed together, pushed up until they looked full and me°aty, like round, soft balloons spilling over the top of the lace.

"See," Tae said proudly.

Jungkook was just staring at his chest, his eyes dark. "Yes, I'm seeing," he said, his voice thick, his mouth practically watering.

"Turn," Tae commanded, grabbing the p°anties from the bed.

Jungkook obediently closed his eyes. Tae let the bathrobe fall completely away. He was standing on the bed while Jungkook sat on the edge, and he quickly stepped into the pan°ties, pulling them up his legs.

"Done," Tae said.

Jungkook opened his eyes. His gaze immediately dropped between Tae's l°egs. "You need to shav°e down there," he said, noticing the dark ha°irs peek°ing out from the sides of the delicate fabric.

Tae's face turned bright red. He immediately covered himself with one hand. With the other, he smacked Jungkook lightly on the head. "Naughty uncle! Don't look!" Tae said angrily.

Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's hand and pulled him down onto his lap. He leaned forward, his head dipping, and traced the plump flesh spilling from the bra with the very tip of his ton°gue. Tae moaned, shifting on Jungkook's lap as he felt something ha°rd poking him from beneath the fabric of his boxers.

"Uncle, something is p°oking," Tae moaned softly.

Jungkook just hummed in response, thrust°ing his tongue between the t°ight, warm gap of Taehyung's pushed-up br°easts. He then dragged his tongue up the column of Tae's nec°k, pulling back slightly to open his mouth and show Tae his we°t tongue. Tae looked at him for a second, then leaned in, licki°ng Jungkook's ton°gue like a curious kitten. He took Jungkook's ton°gue into his own mouth and su°cked on it, just like Jungkook had done to him last night. He was still clumsy, and sali°va dripped from the corner of his mouth. Jungkook pulled back, su°cked the stray drop of saliva from Tae's chin, and then pushed his ton°gue back into Tae's mouth.

Tae broke the kiss, panting. "Uncle," he moaned.

Jungkook just hummed again, "Hmmmm?"

"I like it," Tae said, his voice shaky.

"What, baby?" Jungkook asked, his hands stroking Tae's back.

"When our no-no pa°rts touch," Tae whispered, "and when you kiss me."

"Does it?" Jungkook said. He started to th°rust his hip^s u°pward, being a little bold, rubbing his hardn°ess against Tae's covered botto°m.

Tae moaned loudly and hugged Jungkook tightly, bu•rying his face in his ne°ck. "Should I do this?" Jungkook asked, his voice a low rumble.

Tae nodded his head yes. He didn't know why it felt so good. When he bathed, it never felt like this. When he washed his own body or touched his boo`bies and his pu°ssy to clean, there was no spark. But when Jungkook touched him, it felt like fireworks were going off under his skin.

Jungkook pulled one of Tae's bre°asts out of the bra, freeing it completely. He lowered his head and took the nip°ple into his mouth, suck°ing har°d as he began to r`ub Tae's botto°m against his own clothed ere°ction.

"Oh yes!" Tae moaned loudly, his fingers tangling in Jungkook's hair.

Jungkook held Tae's waist firmly, guiding his movements as he rubb°ed himself against Tae's pant°ies and his own bo`xers, the fr°iction building a delicious heat between them.

"Ughhhh, uncle stop I think I need to pe^e... plz stop" Tae said panting, his body trembling from the overwhelming sensations. Jungkook stopped his movements immediately, letting Tae just sit on his l`ap, his body still buzzing with pleasure. "Does it feel like p°eeing now?" Jungkook asked, his voice husky with desire.

Tae shook his head no. "No," he whispered, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and confusion. Jungkook smirked, his hands gripping Tae's hip°s. "Uncle is going to make Taetae grown up," he promised, his voice dropping to a low growl as he began th°rusting his hi°ps up°ward again.

That's when the phone rang. It was Tae's phone on the table. Jungkook stopped again, and Tae whined in protest. "Don't stop uncle plz," he begged, now thru°sting himself over Jungkook's lap, seeking more of that delicious fric`tion. Jungkook moaned back, placing his hand on the bed for balance as his innocent chubby Tae Tae ru°bbed himself over his co°ck, seated there and r°ubbing... One of his nip`ples spilled out, bo°uncing as he bounced on Jungkook's boxer-covered erect°ion.

The phone rang again... "Answer it," Jungkook said, his voice strained with desire. Tae whined, trying to stretch his arms towards the table, not wanting to get up from Jungkook. But the phone was too far. Jungkook laughed and pushed Tae off his lap... He turned Tae do°ggy style... "I'll not stop baby," Jungkook promised, rubbing his co°ck over Tae's as°s. Tae took the phone and saw who was calling... "It's mom," Tae said, his voice trembling. "Answer it," Jungkook said, rub°bing slowly. Tae put his head on the pillow and answered it, his mind growing dizzy with pleasure. "Yes, Mamma," Tae said, his voice barely audible.

"Tae, why are you breathing so heavily? Are you alright?" his mother asked, concern evident in his tone. Behind him, Jungkook continued his slo°w, torturous movements, making it difficult for Tae to concentrate.

"I'm... I'm fine, Mamma," Tae stammered, pressing his face deeper into the pillow. Jungkook chose that moment to push particularly ha`rd, making Tae gasp. "Just... just exercising, Mamma."

"Exercising? You sound out of breath, sweetie," his mother said suspiciously. "Are you sure everything's okay at your uncle's place?"

"Yes, Mamma, everything's fine," Tae insisted, his body trembling as Jungkook's hand slipped between his le°gs, finding him already s°lick° and ready. "Uncle is... is teaching me some new exercises."

"Well, alright then," his mother said, still sounding uncertain. "Just make sure you're home for dinner. I've made your favorite kimchi stew. And your dad is angry, so be ready, you know your dad don't like your uncle jeon"

"I will, Mamma," Tae promised, relief flooding through him. "Love you."

"Love you too, sweetie. Be good for your uncle."

The line went dead, and Tae let out the breath he'd been holding. Before he could say anything, Jungkook flipped him over onto his back.

"Good boy," Jungkook praised, leaning down to capture Tae's lips in a hungry ki°ss. He pulled away slightly. "Now where were we?"

Tae looked up at him, his chest heaving, his body tingling all over. "Uncle," he whispered, reaching up to touch Jungkook's face. "What... what was that feeling? When I thought I had to p`ee?"

Jungkook smiled gently, his fingers tracing Tae's jaw. "That's the beginning of pleasure, my sweet Taetae," he said softly. "Your body is responding to what I'm doing. It's preparing for something wonderful."

"Something wonderful?" Tae repeated, his eyes wide with curiosity and innocence. "But it felt so intense... like I might burst."

"You will burst, but in the most beautiful way," Jungkook explained, his hand sliding down Tae's body, over his stomach, until it rested between his l°egs. "It's called an org°asm. Have you ever heard of it?"

Tae shook his head, blushing. "I've heard other boys at school talk about it, but... I didn't understand what they meant."

"Let me show you," Jungkook offered, his fing°ers stroking Tae through the w°et fabric. "Let me make you feel good."

"Will... will it hurt?" Tae asked hesitantly.

"Not if we do it right," Jungkook reassured him, leaning in to kiss Tae's n^eck. "I'll be gentle with you, my precious Taetae. I promise."

Tae nodded eagerly, his hands gripping Jungkook's shoulders. "Okay, Uncle. I... I want to learn."

Jungkook smiled, his eyes dark with desire. "That's my brave boy," he murmured, capturing Tae's lips in another deep kiss as his fingers sl°id beneath the elastic of Tae's pa°nties, finding him hot and ready. Tae gasped against Jungkook's mouth as a finger entered him, stretching him gently.

"Relax," Jungkook murmured against his lips. "Let Uncle take care of you."

Tae tried to follow his instructions, but his body was trembling with anticipation and fear. He had never been touched like this before, never explored so deeply. It was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"Uncle," Tae whimpered as Jungkook added another finger. "It's... it's too much."

"No, it's not," Jungkook reassured him, his thumb finding Tae's sensitive n`ub and rubb`ing circles. "You're made for this. Your body knows what to do."

As if to prove his point, Tae's hi`ps began to move on their own, rid`ing Jungkook's ha`nd. The sensa`tions were overwhelming - a mixture of pleasure and pressure that built deep in`side him, threatening to overflow.

"That's it, baby," Jungkook encouraged, watching Tae's face contort with pleasure. "Let yourself feel it."

Tae threw his head back, his mouth opening in a silent scream as waves of ple`asure crashed over him. His body convulsed, his inner muscles clenching around Jungkook's fingers as he reached his first clim`ax.

When it was over, Tae collapsed bonelessly against the bed, his che`st heaving, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. Jungkook withdrew his fingers gently, bringing them to his lips and tasting Tae's essence.

"So sweet," he murmured, leaning down to kiss Tae deeply. "Did you like that, my precious Taetae?"

Tae could only nod, his eyes heavy with satisfaction. "More," he whispered. "Please, Uncle, I want more.

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