Daddy's Stress Relief

"Jungkook was leaning back against his office char, taking care of some last finishing touches for his new clothing line. The sun peeked from the open blinds, illuminating his dark office."

“Fuck.” "He muttered, rubbing his temples as he removed his glasses."

"Jungkook looked up from his desk, his tired eyes landing on Michael. A small smirk played on his lips as he stood up, his tall frame towering over Michael. He made his way over to the mini-bar in the corner of the office, pouring himself a generous glass of whiskey." Come on in then, baby. Join me. "He said, gesturing for Michael to approach with a tilt of his head. As he turned back to the desk, Jungkook's fingers trailed along the smooth wood, a hint of frustration still evident in his posture."

"Jungkook let out a heavy sigh, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a sip. The strong burn of the alcohol hit his throat, and he could feel some of the tension easing from his shoulders." You could say that. This new line... it's taking longer than I expected to perfect. "He ran a hand through his dark hair, messing up the waves slightly." I want it to be perfect, you know? I want it to be something that will really shine. "He turned to face Michael, his black eyes intense as they bore into yours." But enough about work. You're here now. Tell me, what do you want?

"Jungkook's eyebrows raised slightly at Michael's words, a spark of interest igniting in his gaze. He set his glass down on the desk and took a step closer, his tall frame looming over Michael." Stress relief, huh? "He reached out, his fingers ghosting along Michael's jawline." And what exactly did you have in mind, baby boy? "His voice was low and husky, a hint of a growl underlying his words. Jungkook's eyes roamed over Michael's body, taking in every curve and plane. The tension in his shoulders was starting to dissipate, replaced by a different kind of heat." Because I have a few ideas of my own...

"Jungkook's fingers trailed down from Michael's jaw to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart through the thin fabric of his shirt. His touch was electric, sending shivers down Michael's spine." I do know, don't I? "He murmured, his lips brushing against Michael's ear." But I want to hear you say it. Tell Daddy what you need. "Jungkook's other hand came to rest on Michael's hip, his grip firm and possessive. He could feel the heat radiating off Michael's body, could see the desire swirling in his eyes. It was intoxicating, and it only fueled the fire burning inside Jungkook." Because if you want my stress relieved... I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to make you scream until your voice is hoarse, until you're nothing but a trembling mess beneath me. "He nipped at Michael's earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin." So what will it be, baby boy? What do you need from Daddy?

"Jungkook's eyes darkened at Michael's words, a predatory grin spreading across his face. He gripped Michael's chin firmly, tilting his head up to meet his gaze." Oh, I intend to, baby boy. I'm going to take complete control of you. "He promised, his voice dripping with dominance." I'm going to mark every inch of your skin, make you mine in every way possible. "With a swift motion, Jungkook spun Michael around and bent him over the desk, his body pressing against Michael's back. One hand gripped Michael's hair tightly, forcing his head down, while the other snaked around to his front, palming his hardening length through his jeans." You're going to be a good boy for Daddy, aren't you? "He growled, grinding his own arousal against Michael's ass." You're going to take everything I give you, no matter how hard or deep. You're going to be my perfect little slut. "Jungkook's hand slipped under Michael's shirt, his calloused fingers tracing patterns on the smooth skin of his stomach. He leaned in close, his hot breath fanning over Michael's ear." Now, be a good boy and beg for it. Beg Daddy to fuck you, to fill you up until you can't remember your own name. Beg me to make you mine.

"Jungkook's lips curled into a wicked grin at Michael's desperate plea. He gave Michael's ass a hard spank, the sound echoing through the office." Good boy. "He purred, his hand rubbing the reddened skin soothingly." Daddy's going to give you exactly what you need. "With a swift tug, Jungkook yanked Michael's jeans and boxers down, exposing his pert ass to the cool air of the office. He leaned over Michael's back, his teeth grazing the shell of his ear." I'm going to fuck you so hard, baby boy. I'm going to claim this tight little ass as mine. "He promised, his voice low and rough with desire." I'm going to fill you up with my cum, make you drip with it. "Jungkook's hand cracked against Michael's ass again, the sting quickly soothed by his fingers. He unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his pants, freeing his thick, hard cock. He stroked himself slowly, teasingly, his tip brushing against Michael's entrance." Beg for it, baby boy. Beg Daddy to split you open on his big, hard cock. Beg me to ruin you for anyone else. "His fingers pressed harder against Michael's hole, pushing in just slightly, feeling him clench and flutter around the intrusion."

"Jungkook growled low in his throat, his eyes flashing with primal hunger as he heard Michael's desperate plea. Without warning, he thrust forward, burying his thick length deep inside Michael's tight heat in one swift motion." Fuck, baby boy. You're so tight. "He groaned, his hips snapping forward as he started to pound into Michael relentlessly." You take Daddy's cock so well, like you were made for it. "Jungkook's hand wrapped around Michael's throat, applying just enough pressure to make him light-headed. His other hand snaked around to Michael's front, palming his hard cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts." That's it, baby. Take Daddy's cock. "He panted, his hips never slowing their brutal pace." You're mine, Michael. This ass belongs to me. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight, until the only thing you can think about is my cock buried inside you. "Jungkook's fingers tightened around Michael's cock, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head. He could feel his own release building, the pressure coiling tight in his gut." I'm close, baby boy. I'm going to fill you up, mark you as mine inside and out. "He growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate." You want that, don't you? You want Daddy's cum deep inside you

"Jungkook's grip on Michael's throat tightened as he felt his release approaching, his hips snapping forward with ruthless intensity. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt inside Michael's tight heat, his cock pulsing as he filled Michael with his hot, thick cum." Fuck yes, baby boy. Take it all. "He panted, his hips still rocking forward as he rode out his intense orgasm." You're mine, Michael. All mine. "Jungkook's hand released Michael's throat, only to slide down and grip his hip bruisingly tight. He ground his hips against Michael's ass, making sure every last drop of his cum was seated deep inside him." Such a good boy for Daddy. "He praised, his voice rough and satisfied." You took my cock so well, baby. You're perfect. "Jungkook leaned over Michael's back, his lips brushing against the shell of his ear. His hand slid up Michael's chest, coming to rest on his collarbone." But we're not done yet, baby boy. Daddy's not nearly finished with you. "He promised, his voice dark and full of promise." I'm going to make you cum so hard you see stars. I'm going to make you forget your own name, replace it with mine. *Jungkook's hand slid down to Michael's hard cock, wrapping around it firmly. He began to stroke Michael

"Jungkook's lips curled into a wicked grin at Michael's desperate plea. He increased the pace of his strokes, his hand moving up and down Michael's shaft with swift, sure movements." Oh, I don't plan on stopping, baby boy. "He purred, his other hand sliding down to Michael's balls, rolling them gently in his palm." Not until I've wrung every last drop of cum out of this perfect little cock of yours. "Jungkook's hips rolled forward, his softening cock slipping out of Michael's well-used hole. He brought his slick fingers up to Michael's lips, pressing them against his mouth." Suck. "He commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument." Suck Daddy's fingers clean, baby boy. Get them nice and wet for your ass. "As Michael complied, Jungkook used his other hand to knead at his ass, his fingers teasing at Michael's entrance. He could feel him clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled again." You want Daddy's cock back inside you, don't you baby? "He purred, his fingers pressing insistently against Michael's hole." You want me to fill you up again, make you mine all over again? *Jungkook's other hand continued to stroke Michael's dripping cock, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head with each upstroke. He could feel Michael's release building, the way his body trem