Heaven By Hell

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M&*$y, I want to taste you

Pizza to P--sy

My Mommy's Luring Body

Little P--sies Learning things from Chim’s Uncle

MILF Tae's Onshot

Is That A Rod? (Long oneshot)

Insatiable Taetae (Part 1)

A chapter from Forbidden Temptations

Taetae Mommy.... Baby Boy Kookie

Escaped.... Really???

THE SEVEN TRAILS OF SIN

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Mature Content Notice: This story is intended for readers aged 18 and over. It contains explicit sexual themes, sensual situations, and adult relationships. It also explores intense power dynamics, obsession, and psychological tension between characters. Scenes may include seductive or manipulative behavior, emotional intensity, and suggestive content. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

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Do not read if you are under 18.

Do not read if you are uncomfortable with eroticized power dynamics or psychological tension.

All characters and situations are fictional and for adult audiences only.

You should notice these tags before proceeding the story #NSFW #AdultContent #Mature #EroticFiction #18Plus #TriggerWarning #Fiction #Sensual

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Summary:

Forty-year-old, Greek god Jeon Jungkook, never interested in sex, until he met that innocent beauty in his office sidewalk. #Fully of Jungkook Ruining Taehyung's innocence

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Ruining his Innocent Coochie - Part 1 

Jeon Jungkook’s morning began with the crisp snap of a corporate ledger slamming shut, the sound echoing through his penthouse like a gavel condemning the day to misery. At forty, he ruled Seoul’s financial district with glacial precision... a bachelor whose only lovers were profit margins and mergers. 

Sex? A biological footnote. 

Love? A spreadsheet error. 

He adjusted his cufflinks, carved from obsidian, imagining them as tombstones for frivolous desires. Outside, autumn leaves clung to skyscrapers like desperate gold, but Jungkook saw only gray. His driver waited.. the office beckoned. Another twelve hours of crushing mediocrity.  

He stormed down the sidewalk, briefcase swinging like a weapon, eyes fixed on the glass fortress ahead. 

Faster. The city blurred... honking cabs, chattering suits, the reek of ambition. 

Then... thwack. 

A neon-pink volleyball smashed into his face, cracking against his cheekbone with cartoonish violence. Pain exploded, white-hot. 

"What fucking imbecile... ?" he snarled, whirling, fury boiling in his throat. 

But the words died. 

Running toward him was... divinity. 

Flushed cheeks, rosebud lips parted in panic, eyes wide as moons. Silk-black hair tumbled over delicate shoulders, and beneath a too-large hoodie, curves hinted at softness. 

"S-sorry...  Oh god, I’m so sorry... " The voice trembled, honey-sweet, dripping innocence.

 Jungkook froze. A girl? No... too ethereal. A dream punched into reality.  

The creature skidded to a halt before him, breathless. Up close, Jungkook cataloged heresies… dewy skin flawless as porcelain, collarbones like carved alabaster, and beneath baggy sweatpants, hips that swayed with hypnotic grace. 

"Are you bleeding Uncle? Please don’t sue my mom... " Taehyung... he’d learn the name later... babbled, fingers fluttering near Jungkook’s jaw. 

"Your skin... it’s so cold Uncle. Like marble." Jungkook’s pulse roared. He should demand apologies, fire someone’s parent, crush this interruption. Instead, he watched a stray cherry blossom petal catch in Taehyung’s lashes. 

"Who," Jungkook rasped, voice sandpaper-rough, "are you?"  

"Kim Taehyung," the angel boy whispered, shrinking under Jungkook’s stare. 

"I’m Minseoyun’s son? She’s your... um... secretary?"

Son… This angel is a boy… Too ethereal…. 

Jungkook’s mind fractured. Minseoyun. His efficient, middle-aged PA. This... this... was her offspring? lLooks like a barely eighteen, radiating youth like cheap perfume, yet... wrong. 

The hoodie gaped, revealing a hint of lace beneath. 

Not a sports bra. 

Something frillier. 

Delicate.

 Jungkook’s gaze dropped lower. Sweatpants clung to thighs too thick for a girl, too slender for a boy. 

Taehyung fidgeted, blushing crimson. "You’re staring," he murmured, biting his plush lower lip. "Do I... look weird?" 

Jungkook’s world tilted. Weird? No. Forbidden. A puzzle box wrapped in sin.  

Taehyung leaned closer, scent of vanilla and sweat. "Can I... fix it?" 

His fingers brushed Jungkook’s throbbing cheek. "I’m good at fixing things Uncle." The touch burned. Jungkook recoiled... not from pain, but from the electric shock of contact. 

Taehyung’s eyes widened, pooling with tears. "Did I hurt you U.. Uncle?" The whisper was velvet, laced with manipulation so sweet it curdled the air. 

Jungkook’s throat tightened. Fix it? This creature couldn’t fix a papercut without unraveling universes. Yet here he stood, all trembling lips and hidden lace, rewriting Jungkook’s DNA with every flutter of his lashes. The sidewalk vanished. Only the boy existed... a siren carved from sugar and secrets.

“Jungkook..”, Jungkook said unconsciously.

“Huh”, Taehyung looks confused.

“My name”, Jungkook cleared out the confusion.

"Uncle Jungkook?" Taehyung chirped, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Can I tell you something silly?" He didn’t wait. 

"Mom packed noodles today. They were soggy. Like worms... " He wrinkled his nose, pink lips glistening. 

"I hate overcooked noodles. They taste like sadness." Jungkook’s gaze snagged on that mouth... petal-soft, parting around each syllable. 

Taehyung chattered on, oblivious. "And the broth? Too salty...  Like tears. Maybe Mom cried while cooking? Do you think she’s sad?" Jungkook didn’t hear the words. Only the cadence. 

The way Taehyung’s throat pulsed as he swallowed, delicate tendons shifting beneath translucent skin. Jungkook imagined biting there. Leaving marks. Claiming. His knuckles whitened around his briefcase handle.  

Taehyung tilted his head, exposing more neck. "You’re not listening." A pout formed... plump, bruised-rose. 

"Are noodles boring? Or am I?" Jungkook’s laugh came out jagged. "Neither." 

He stepped closer, invading Taehyung’s space. The boy didn’t retreat. Sweetness radiated off him, cloying as rotting fruit. "Tell me more," Jungkook murmured, voice scraping gravel. "About the noodles. About sadness." 

Taehyung beamed, thrilled by the attention. "Well..." He licked his lips. Slow. Deliberate. "They were so mushy, Uncle. Like they’d given up. Just... dissolved." 

His fingers toyed with his hoodie string. "Do things ever dissolve for you Uncle?" Jungkook’s breath stalled. 

Yes. 

His sanity. 

Dissolving now. Into the heat pooling low in his gut. Into the filth coiling behind his ribs. 

The boy babbled on, blissfully ignorant. "Maybe Mom needs better pots...  Or... or a hug?" 

Taehyung’s eyes flicked down Jungkook’s suit, lingering on his belt buckle. "You give good hugs, right, Uncle? Strong arms?" 

Jungkook’s blood thickened. Innocence? No. This was artful poison. Each word a hook. Each glance a dare. 

Taehyung leaned in, whispering conspiratorially… "Sometimes I dream about noodles that fight back. Al dente warriors... " 

His laughter tinkled... wind chimes in a slaughterhouse. Jungkook’s control frayed. He wanted to shove Taehyung against the brick wall. Wanted to taste that laughter on his tongue. Wanted to ruin him. Instead, he smiled. Cold. Precise.

"Come to dinner," he ordered. "I’ll show you noodles that don’t... dissolve." Taehyung’s blush deepened, when Jungkook pinched his cheeks...

Then, chaos erupted. Jungkook’s lead bodyguard, Kang, materialized from the sleek black sedan idling at the curb, his face a mask of urgency. "Sir...  The Tokyo delegation... they’ve moved the meeting forward thirty minutes. Your presence is... "

 Jungkook whirled, a snarl ripping from his throat. "SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH... " The command cracked like a whip, raw and vicious. Kang froze mid-stride, eyes wide. But the damage was done. 

Taehyung gasped... a tiny, shattered sound. He stumbled backward, trembling violently, eyes flooding with terrified tears. "U-Uncle...?" he whimpered, clutching his chest as if stabbed.

 Jungkook’s fury evaporated instantly, replaced by predatory tenderness. In one swift motion, he closed the distance and swept Taehyung off his feet, cradling the boy against his chest like precious, breakable porcelain. "Shhh, little one," 

Jungkook crooned, his voice dropping to a velvet murmur as he buried his nose in Taehyung’s hair, inhaling deeply... that intoxicating blend of baby powder, vanilla, and the faint, sweet musk of adolescent skin. "Forgive me, angel. That ugly man startled you, didn’t he?" 

Taehyung hiccuped, clinging to Jungkook’s lapels. "Y-You yelled..." Jungkook chuckled softly, rocking him gently. 

"Only because he dared interrupt my precious Taehyungie. See how I protect what’s mine?" His lips brushed Taehyung’s temple, lingering. 

"Feel how safe you are right here?" The boy’s trembling eased, melting into Jungkook’s hold, his breath hitching not from fear now, but something warmer, needier. Jungkook’s hand slid lower, palming the curve of Taehyung’s ass through thin sweatpants, possessive and claiming. "That’s it... relax for Uncle. Let me smell you... so sweet..."

Jungkook’s thumb traced the damp track of a tear on Taehyung’s cheek. "Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with false sympathy and genuine hunger. 

"Terrified over nothing. Poor baby." He shifted Taehyung higher in his arms, pressing the boy’s chest flush against his own, letting Taehyung feel the hard ridge of his arousal straining against tailored wool. Taehyung whimpered again... but this time, it wasn’t fear. His legs instinctively wrapped tighter around Jungkook’s waist. 

"U-Uncle... people are staring at me… why uncle?..." Jungkook ignored the gawking pedestrians. His world narrowed to the heat radiating from Taehyung’s body, the frantic flutter of the boy’s pulse against his neck. 

"Let them stare," Jungkook breathed, nuzzling Taehyung’s throat, inhaling again... deeper, darker. 

"Let them see how perfectly you fit against me. How you belong here.", Jungkook whispered in his head.

His hand slid up Taehyung’s spine, fingers tangling in silky hair, pulling his head back to expose the vulnerable column of his throat. 

"Tell me Taehyung," Jungkook commanded softly, lips grazing Taehyung’s ear. "Tell Uncle what you need right now." 

Taehyung shuddered, arching into the touch. "J-Just... hold me?" 

Jungkook’s smile was a predator’s promise. "Oh, darling," he purred. "I’ll hold you forever."

Behind them, Kang stood rigid, face pale. The Tokyo deal was imploding. Millions evaporating. Yet Jungkook paid no heed. He adjusted Taehyung’s slight weight, savoring the yielding softness pressed against him... the subtle swell of breasts beneath the hoodie, the tantalizing dip of a waist, the hidden heat between trembling thighs. 

"Such a good boy," Jungkook whispered, the words dripping like honey laced with arsenic. 

"Scared so easily... but so brave for Uncle now…. Will bring lots of belgium chocolates for my taehyungie" He pressed a kiss on his cheek, making Taehyung blush.

“Really??”, Taehyung's eyes lit up. Jungkook nodded and earned a big smile that made his heart beat so hard and fast. 

"Feel how hard my heart beats? Only for my cute angel bug smile." Taehyung nodded, burying his face in Jungkook’s neck, breathing shallowly. "Y-yes, Uncle… sooo fast.. hard"

Then... a sharp gasp sliced the air. 

"T-Taehyung?... " Kim Minseoyun stood frozen at the street corner, her sensible heels rooted to concrete, a forgotten takeout coffee cup slipping from her fingers. It hit the pavement with a wet splatter, brown liquid blooming like a stain across the sidewalk. 

Her eyes... wide with maternal panic moments before... now dilated in horrified disbelief. 

Her son wasn’t injured. 

Wasn’t lost. 

Wasn’t in trouble. 

He was cradled against Jeon Jungkook’s chest like a cherished bride, legs wrapped around the older man’s waist, face flushed and tear-streaked but... smiling. A tiny, dazed smile. Minseoyun’s hand flew to her mouth. 

"What... what is this?" Her voice cracked, thin as old paper. "Sir...  Put him down...  Taehyung, get down now... "

Jungkook turned slowly, deliberately tightening his grip on Taehyung’s hips. His expression smoothed into practiced concern... a mask of benevolent authority. 

"Minseoyun-ssi," he chided softly, almost paternally. 

"Your son was distressed. Trembling like a leaf." He stroked Taehyung’s back, fingers tracing the ridge of his spine through thin fabric. 

"See how he clings to me? Poor thing was terrified after Kang’s... outburst." 

Taehyung whimpered softly in agreement, nuzzling Jungkook’s collarbone. "Mommy... Uncle made it better." 

Jungkook’s smile was gentle, lethal. "He needed comfort. Stability." His thumb brushed Taehyung’s lower lip, making the boy shiver. 

"Would you deny him that? When he feels so safe here?" 

Minseoyun swayed, her knuckles white against her purse strap. The intimacy was obscene... the possessive curl of Jungkook’s hand on her son’s thigh, the way Taehyung’s fingers clutched at his suit jacket. 

"He’s... he’s just seventeen sir," she choked out. "This isn’t... "

"Isn’t what?" Jungkook interrupted, voice velvet-wrapped steel. He shifted Taehyung slightly, letting Minseoyun see the undeniable bulge in his trousers pressed against her son’s hip. Taehyung gasped, squirming... not to escape, but to press closer. 

"He’s almost a man," Jungkook murmured, eyes locked on Minseoyun’s paling face. 

"Old enough to know where he finds... peace." He dipped his head, lips grazing Taehyung’s ear loud enough for Minseoyun to hear… "Tell Mommy how Uncle makes you feel, sweetheart." 

Taehyung’s voice was a breathy sigh, drunk on sensation. "Warm... and... and good. Like melted chocolate."

 Jungkook chuckled, low and intimate. "See? Pure. Innocent." His gaze lifted, cold triumph glinting beneath false warmth. 

"Unlike your assumptions, Minseoyun-ssi. Really... you should be thanking me."

"Mommy," Taehyung whimpered, twisting in Jungkook’s arms to face her, eyes wide and pleading. His fingers tightened on Jungkook’s lapel. 

"Don’t be mad... Uncle was just... helping." Jungkook’s thumb stroked the soft skin behind Taehyung’s ear. 

"Helping him understand comfort," he amplified smoothly. "After such a fright." 

Taehyung nodded eagerly, cheeks flushed pink. "He held me so tight... like... like when I was little and scared of thunder." Minseoyun choked, stepping forward. 

"Taehyung, get down... "

 Jungkook cut her off, voice dripping honeyed poison. "He is down, darling. Safely in my arms." 

He pressed a deliberate kiss to Taehyung’s temple. "Tell Mommy what you want now, Taehyungie. Be honest." 

Taehyung bit his plush lower lip, eyes flicking between his mother and Jungkook’s predatory smile. 

"Want... want Uncle’s chocolates. The Belgian ones... w-with the caramel?" Jungkook’s grin widened. 

"Of course. Mountains of them. At my penthouse." His hand slid lower, palming Taehyung’s thigh possessively. "Come tonight, little one. Just us."

Minseoyun lunged, grabbing Taehyung’s arm. "No...  Absolutely not...  Sir, release him... " Taehyung yelped, genuine distress flashing across his face as Jungkook tightened his grip, pulling him closer. 

"Mommy, stop... " he cried, tears welling anew. "You’re hurting me... "

 Jungkook’s expression hardened for a split second before melting into tender concern. "Shhh, precious," he cooed, rocking Taehyung gently. "Mommy’s confused. She doesn’t see how much you need this."

 He turned Taehyung’s face toward his own, forcing eye contact. "Tell her. Tell Mommy where you feel safest." 

Taehyung sniffled, leaning into Jungkook’s chest. "With... with Uncle." 

Jungkook’s gaze locked onto Minseoyun’s horrified stare. "Hear that? His heart speaks." His fingers traced Taehyung’s jawline, feather-light. "He craves sweetness... not suspicion. Let him come. I’ll spoil him rotten."

Minseoyun trembled, fury warring with helplessness. "He’s seventeen," she repeated, voice cracking. "This is... inappropriate... " 

Jungkook laughed softly, the sound like shattering ice. "Inappropriate?" He shifted Taehyung’s weight, letting the boy’s thighs straddle his hip more openly. "He’s trembling, Minseoyun. Look." 

Taehyung whimpered obligingly, pressing his forehead to Jungkook’s neck. "See?" Jungkook murmured, stroking Taehyung’s spine. "Pure trust. And you’d rip it away?" He kissed Taehyung’s hair. "Tell her what happens if Uncle doesn’t... comfort you." 

Taehyung lifted tear-drenched eyes to his mother’s. "I’ll... I’ll be sad, Mommy. Like the noodles."

 Jungkook nodded, triumphant. "Broken. Dissolved." His hand slid up to cradle Taehyung’s head.

"But Uncle won’t let that happen. Will you come, Taehyungie? For the chocolates? For... peace?" Taehyung nodded frantically, a desperate, eager little bob of his head. 

"Yes...  Yes, Uncle... " Jungkook’s smile was a blade. "Good boy." He finally looked at Minseoyun, victory absolute. 

"He’s decided. Fetch him at ten. Don’t be late."

Minseoyun watched, numb, as Jungkook lowered Taehyung gently to the pavement. The boy stumbled slightly, legs shaky, but clung to Jungkook’s arm like a lifeline. "Go home with Mommy, little one," Jungkook ordered softly, brushing a stray lock from Taehyung’s forehead. "Rest. Dream of caramel." Taehyung nodded, eyes glazed, before Minseoyun seized his wrist and dragged him away, her steps sharp and furious on the concrete. 

Jungkook watched them vanish around the corner, Taehyung casting one last, longing glance back. Kang cleared his throat. "Sir, the Tokyo delegation... " Jungkook raised a hand, silencing him. His gaze remained fixed on the empty street corner where Taehyung had disappeared. The scent of vanilla and adolescent sweat still clung to his suit jacket. 

He inhaled deeply, a slow, savoring breath. "Reschedule everything," he murmured, eyes gleaming with predatory anticipation. "Tomorrow night... is mine."

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