"You're so, so beautiful my pretty Jiminie," his Daddy said when he turned on the switch on the dildo that was on Jiminie's ass. Jiminie had not been expecting that frankly and it hurt so sweetly. He arched his butt to feel it all, but his cunt was desperate for attention. It was leaking and Jiminie could feel it each time he arched. His Daddy had left him high and dry and there was nothing he could do about it other than whine and beg for more, yet he wasn't going to get more.
When the bathroom door opened, Jiminie squirmed in desperation and anxiety as he hoped his Daddy would come to him and help him out. He was desperate for his Daddy's touch and it was eating him up. He wanted just a trace, anything, just as long as it was from his Daddy, and boy was it making him feel cramped up.
"Daddy please… nghh," Jiminie begged for the hundredth time in the past few minutes. His brain was mushy with desire, his soul desperate, and his body begging for anything and everything. He arched his body, and tried everything possible but there was nothing.
And suddenly, there was something.
His Daddy's cologne was a little too close to the bed and Jiminie held his breath. He didn't want to ruin it and he hoped his Daddy wasn't fully dressed because that would be despairing as hell. It wasn't what he had hoped for really because he still wanted his dad to fuck him senseless and fill him up in every way. He wanted his Daddy to use him like the free us slut he was, and he wasn't even going to whine about it.
Unless he was whining for more… a specialty that Jiminie had long realized he had mastered. It was the beauty of it all. Just having Daddy close was enough of a turn-on for Jiminie. It made him want to cry and beg, but then he had been benign and his Daddy hadn't done shit to him yet.
"Baby…"
"Daddy, please."
"I know, baby… suck," Jiminie's Daddy said and Jiminie felt the idea of the bed dip. His Daddy was tracing his face, and Jiminie leaned in, only for him to feel a finger in his mouth. The disappointment was obvious and Jiminie's Daddy chuckled at that. He had been enjoying torturing his Jiminie for a while now and in this moment Jiminie felt like the world was darker.
"Daddy…"
"Suck, or I'll walk away, baby," Jiminie's Daddy said and Jiminie sighed defiantly, before he began sucking at the three fingers that were between his lips like his life depended on it. His Daddy was twitching his tongue, running the fingers so gently yet so harshly at the same time. He was leaning in so close, so very close that Jiminie not only smelled the cologne, but his Daddy's natural scent, and boy was it driving him crazy.
"You suck so well, my beautiful. So, Daddy will have a taste too," Jiminie's Daddy said, not releasing the fingers in Jiminie's mouth. If anything, he used his other hand to press the vibrator against Jimini's right breast, while his lips clamped around his baby's left breast, peppering kisses, stimulating his already overstimulated baby.
"Pl—" Jiminie began only to be shut up by his Daddy's lips on his nipple, biting, sucking, ripping through like it was the only thing that he wanted. The
"You did so well today… I would fuck you again, but you're sore, my darling," his Daddy said as he pulled her fold over Jimin's eyes, to reveal Jiminie's red frustrated eyes. He looked like he was going to his Daddy with his eyes and his Daddy could see that too, only that it was not going to happen, not this time anyway.
"No, Daddy… I'm fine, please. Fuck me," Jiminie pleaded when his Daddy pulled the three fingers from Jiminie's lips, before putting them into his, and licking Jiminie's taste from them.
"I need you to rest, and eat well, then I'll come and fuck you so hard the world will hear you, But until then, you need to rest for Daddy. Can you do that?" Jiminie's Daddy asked and Jiminie whined in defiance, hoping it could count for something.
"Serah!"
"Yes, master Yoongi."
"Clean my son up and feed him. Don't look at him inappropriately or I swear to the gods you will be his dinner tonight," Yoongi warned and Serah gasped as she looked worriedly at the father and the son. This was not ideal in any normal hook, but for the past ten years, she had seen shit she shouldn't have expected and done things for her master, things that made her want to disappear, which would have been good, if Master Yoongi wasn't the devil of all devils.
"Yes, master."
"Baby, Serah will clean you up and plug both your holes just the way you like it. Daddy has to go to the city for a while. I'll be back before you know it. Don't give Serah a hard time, alright?" Master Yoongi said softly as he kissed his son on the lips. Jiminie's lips were tasty and Yoongi never got tired of having a taste. He loved his son a little too much, he loved him more than anyone could assume, but that didn't matter, as long as Jiminie was his and hers alone.
"I love you, Daddy," Jiminie forced out.
"I know, baby. You look so fuckable right now, fuck," Yoongi groaned and Jiminie smiled faintly, before uttering the words that Serah would never be able to get used to, no matter how long she worked in this household.
"Then fuck me, Daddy, unless you want Serah to do it for you," Jiminie said and Yoongi's eyes darkened as he looked at his son, and then at Serah who wished the ground could open and swallow her. The young master was naughty and daring as usual and Serah was never ready for it, because each time, her master glared at her despite knowing that the truth would always remain to be.
"On second thought, Serah… Transfer all my meetings to tomorrow and make sure they are ALL online. Get out, leave me with my son," Yoongi said and Jiminie chuckled knowingly while Serah rushed out the door. She had seen and heard enough for the day.
"Now, now, my beautiful princess… what will Daddy do with you, hmm?"