"Daddy…" Jiminie whined, his desperation obvious.
He needed a lot of things right now.
His cunny was tingling so much, forcing him to seek out his daddy.
He was a kid, but he had the emotions and mind of a trained free use whore. He was there to serve his father, and he always did it with so much pride. But right now, he hated that his daddy was not being nice to him. His daddy was teasing him, and Jiminie hated it. His daddy was supposed to be a nice person after last night, but even to this point, he was being mean.
For a moment, Jiminie wanted to run, but where would he run when he wanted to be filled up by his daddy at all times? He wanted to see Daddy create another bulge in his tummy and praise him. He wanted Daddy to love him more than Mommy, but Daddy was not being good.
Daddy was bad, and fuck did Jiminie want to cry out.
He was angry because of what he had seen his parents do, but he wasn't angry enough to watch as his daddy left without giving him some milk. He needed it, and Jiminie was willing to beg for it. He had missed it so much and he also wanted to prove to daddy that he could treat daddy's cock better than mommy would ever do. It was strange for a kid his age, but this was the Yoongi household.
Anything was possible.
"What was that?" Yoongi taunted, knowing damn well that he was edging his son.
The sound of the zipper casually making its way up was a horror for Jiminie, so when the kid jumped from the bed and his tiny hands held his father's zipper and struggled to pull it down, all Yoongi could do was smirk knowingly.
He had trained his kid well, and there was no denying it.
His hands were itching to touch his kid's cunny.
And his lips were desperate to latch onto that cunny and eat him out till Jiminie was sore and spent. Then he would fuck his son's cunny like the daddy that he was. He would ruin that pussy and make sure that no one ever got to have him.
He wanted to see to it that anyone who saw Jiminie saw the pretty kid who was unproblematic, and they wouldn't even know that he was the kid who knew how to suck dick and take it in the ass. He wanted to shout and tell everyone that his dear kid was capable of taking him and a dildo at the same time. Oh, but double penetrating Jiminie had always been a pleasure.
But today, Yoongi wouldn't do that.
He had decided when he came to apologize, because Jiminie needed to get his relief.
His son was a good boy and he would give him whatever the fuck he wanted.
"Jiminie wants milk," Jiminie whined desperately.
Yoongi stared at him boredly.
He had been expecting this from the moment the kid had stared at him and started throwing tantrums last evening. But perhaps this was his only way to make sure that all was well for his dearest Jiminie. He was enjoying this, more than any sane person would have and honestly, Yoongi wasn't in the business of ruining shit, especially not for his dearest son.
Maybe he was the devil for this, but who was to tell him what was right and wrong when he had a trained pet for him to use every single day?
"Are you sure you deserve to be fed?" Yoongi asked as he stared into Jiminie's hopeful eyes. Yoongi knew that the time would come eventually fr him to give in to his son's desires, but then there was also the tiny question of control and what needed to be done and what needed not to be done. His son needed to be reminded of who was in charge, and by dangling the lolly right in front of him, he knew just how much this would wreck Jiminie.
And he loved every bit of it.
"'m sorry, daddy," Jiminie whined, and Yoongi sighed. There was only so much he could tease his baby before Jiminie began crying, and that wasn't what he intended for today. The only tears he wanted to see from Jiminie's face were to be tears of pleasure, never of pain. He had done so much to make his son comfortable and customed to needing him that he wouldn't risk fucking it up by just doing the one thing that didn't mean much to Jiminie.
He needed to be careful and considerate.
So, he pulled down the zipper himself and stripped.
Yoongi watched in silence as his baby swallowed thickly, as his tiny hands touched his already leaking cock that had been throbbing for his baby. He had wanted Jiminie from last night, but his wife had been there, and there wasn't much that Yoongi could do for Jiminie. But one of these days, Yoongi would make sure to include his wife, after all, his Jiminie deserved all the pleasure in the world, right?
Oh, how sweet he was a for a father who didn't mind fucking his son's brains senseless.
"Open up, baby," Yoongi said, and Jiminie licked his lips excitedly before he opened his mouth wide, like he was about to be given the best of lollies. His father had trained him well, and blow jobs were not that hard for sweet Jiminie; he was a pro, and his father had been the best teacher. He had been understanding and considerate. He had been sweet to his son, and eventually, he had managed to make Jiminie addicted to the one thing that could ruin the hell out of him.
"Daddy," Jiminie whined when Yoongi took too long to rest his heavy cock in Jiminie's mouth. The kid had been starving for him, and he knew it too. But then what else was he supposed to do when his baby was just so adorable with those boba eyes staring back at him?
Yoongi would burn the world for his Jiminie, just in the same way that he would fuck little Jiminie's mouth until there was nothing that could come out of the kid other than babbles and more babbles.
He would let the kid have everything, and he would make sure to keep them as memories for when his baby grew older. It was a filthy thing coming from a father, but Yoongi was not the normal kind of father. He was the one man who knew what he would do for his son and hells be damned if anyone tried to take that away from him.
"Alright, alright. You'll be a good boy, won't you?" Yoongi asked, and Jiminie nodded incessantly, pleasing Yoongi. Having had enough of the teasing, Yoongi grabbed his son's head and roughly slammed him against his cock that had been waiting and hard for Jiminie's holes. He heard the kid choke, but he didn't care. They both wanted to get their releases, and Jiminie had been begging him for this.
So, Yoongi thrust into his son's mouth, fucking that pretty little thing so harshly like he was angry.
And maybe he was.
He was mad at that he had seen his wife fuck around with their son and he didn't know about it.
He was mad that Jiminie hadn't ever said anything to him when they had been sharing their son.
He was mad that his wife hadn't tried to say anything about what they were both doing to Jiminie.
Yoongi was mad, but more than anything, he was desperate and possessive. It was almost like he was finally understanding where Jiminie was coming from. And so, he pulled his girth from the boy's mouth harshly, grabbed Jiminie by one hand and sprawled him on the bed, shocking the kid. Before Jiminie could even say a word, Yoongi ripped and pushed his little pants aside and sank himself inside Jiminie's wet sopping cunt.
"Fuck, you are so wet. Such a little slut for daddy, huh?" Yoongi asked as he thrust harder into Jiminie, ignoring the way the kid's eyes constantly rolled to the back of his head. He didn't care that Jiminie was drooling or that he was a mess and whining endlessly.
Yoongi didn't mind at all.
He kept fucking Jiminie, until he saw that Jiminie fainted. He loved it when the little thing passed out, so he pushed himself onto the bed and kept fucking him. He didn't stop, not even when he heard the door open. He knew it was either his wife or the housemaid. Even then, he was too caught up in his pleasure to even complain about anything.
He fucked, and fucked the little cunt that had been ripped open for him. He didn't stop when Jiminie's bedroom door opened and he heard a shocked gasp. He was a goner for Jiminie. And maybe he was being way too reckless, but that was not enough.
"Are you going to fucking stand there or join me?" Yoongi voiced as he pulled out and flipped an unconscious Jiminie so the kid was laying on his stomach, ass sprawled out and pulsing resistively. Yoongi didn't even bother waiting for an answer because he lined up his cock against Jiminie's ass.
"Fucking shit is always so tight," Yoongi whined as he thrust into his son's ass. He had lost count of the number of times he had cum in Jiminie, but he didn't bother to care about him. Jiminie belonged to him in every way. All the damn holes on the kid were for him to explore and he would do it even if that meant he was being branded as a monster.
The kid was here for him to use.
The kid was his and his alone.
And if anyone wanted him, they would have to ask for permission.
"You're a little harsher with him than usual, Yeobo," Yoongi's wife said casually, like they were talking about the weather.