Looks Like An Angel - 'Adult' Ver

by 1306013

Summary:

Nothing's wrong with Yoongi carrying his autistic Jiminie at dinner in front of Mommy, right?

But what if the boy lets out little whimpers and coughs?

What if Daddy is balls-deep into Jiminie's cunt?

Welcome to the Min household, where daddy never says no to Jiminie, no matter how public they are -- even when mommy has friends over.

Notes:

Don't like? Don't fucking read. Use your eyes.

Chapter 1: Daddy’s Favorite Ride

"Ah… aahhh… Daddy… nghhh… daddy,” Jiminie whimpered as his father’s huge dick tore through his little cunt that had been open for the taking since the both of them could remember. The boy felt full, but with the way he was wiggling on his father's lap, he seemed to want more than he could take. Thankfully, his father understood his body so well that he would always give the kid what he wanted.

"You want me to touch your clitty, don't you?” Yoongi teased huskily as he thrust harder into his son, loving the way Jiminie was swallowing his thick dick. He loved seeing his long girth in his son’s belly and boy was it a beauty he loved staring at. This was his greatest piece of work. It was not unusual for them to fuck each other wherever they were and whenever they felt horny. If anything, it was an adventure that the father and son both loved to the core.

"Yes… touch… Daddy… tingles,” Jiminie whined and his father just let out a dark chuckle, before he pulled his son off of his cock just by a few inches, the feeling of his father’s dick rubbing against his pussy walls making Jiminie let out a soft needy moan. He was hungry for more. He was always hungry for more, and Min Yoongi always gave his son what he wanted. 

"Daddy will give you what you want, Jiminie, since you’ve been such a good boy for me,” Yoongi said as he forced his son to sink into him again, before thrusting into Jiminie a few times. 

He could tell his son was about to whine because he hadn't touched the clit his son had begged him to, and right when Jiminie was about to whine again, Yoongi pinched his little clit making Jiminie’s thighs shake against Yoongi. He loved what he was seeing, and so as he thrust into his son over and over Yoongi stimulated his son’s clit till he was sore, and the only thing that could come out of his Jiminie’s whimpers of the impossible.

"Dada…" Jiminie let out defeatedly and Young let out a laugh at his son’s voice. He had fucked his son back into being the boy that he was meant to be and boy was he pleased with what he had done. 

"One more orgasm, Jiminie. You can do it for me, son,” Yoongi said as he thrust into his son again, this time he wasn't as gentle as the previous five orgasms he had gotten out of his son, no. This time, he was harsh, groping his son by the neck, choking the pretty little thing into unconsciousness but he didn't care. After all, Jiminie's body always gave him the pleasure he needed. 

Yoongi was a hungry man, and with his son unconscious and unable to tell him when to stop, the father fucked his son’s cunt till the boy began bleeding. He didn't care though. It wasn't his fault that Jiminie had a pretty little cunt that was made for him. How a pretty boy could have a pussy more addictive than his mother was something that Yoongi had thought of over and over, but each time, he never got an answer. 

Seeing the blood from his son’s cunt, Yoongi pulled out roughly, before he forced his dick into his son’s unprepared ass. He had never fucked Jiminie in the ass and that was something that Yoongi knew was going to hurt. He didn't bother to lube himself before he went into his son’s ass, no. Yoongi used his cum and Jiminie’s slick to cover his dick and then rammed into his son. This was what heaven was like for Yoongi and he wasn't about to stop now. 

So, he fucked, and fucked, and fucked his son’s tiny ass until the rim hole was big enough to accommodate Yoongi’s dick, and then the father gave into his pleasures. He loved this in every way.

"Sir, please roll down the windows,” a police officer said as she tapped the window of Yoongi's driver’s seat, snapping the father back to reality. Thankfully the windows were a little tinted, so it wasn't possible for the officer to see what was going on in there. Yoongi looked at the unconscious son in his arms and he helped him closely like a father who had been lulling his son to sleep.

"Oh hey, officer. What can I do for you today?” Yoongi asked in the calmest voice he could muster. 

The stench of sex in his car didn’t seem to be an issue because he had upgraded his air fresheners and each time he fucked his son, he always had the fresheners on so that no one would know what he did to his son in his car. Hell, he couldn't imagine what his wife would do if she found out that Yoongi was always balls deep into their son’s pretty cunt. It was something that he wasn't ready to share with anyone, not even his wife who he loved all of his life. 

Well, he loved Jiminie’s body more.

“You’ve been parked here for a long time now. Are you okay? Do you need help?” the officer asked when he saw the boy resting on Yoongi’s arms. He could see the boy was sleeping and the father seemed to be worn out. Of course, the officer didn't suspect any foul play or even the fact that the unconscious boy was simply calling for help indirectly. Well, that was a non-issue today because this was Yoongi’s property.

"Oh… Sorry, I lost track of time officer. My son is autistic, and he was throwing tantrums and I finally managed to put him to sleep. I just lost my wife a few weeks ago and I’m new to the whole fatherhood and what the kid wants. I’m sorry if I overstayed. Just give me the parking ticket, and I’ll pay,” Yoongi said defeatedly, his voice so tired you would think he had really gone to work out because his apparently autistic son had been throwing tantrums. The officer looked into the car and she could see the rowdy thrown around snacks and toys all over it was humbling. The father had tried his best to deal with his son and he hadn't found a way. 

"Oh dear, I’m so sorry. You could hire a help to take him to the park. Youngsters always need fresh spaces when they lose their mothers. Interacting with other kids could help with that. The tantrums thigh, these are normal. You just have to be patient with the kid. Eventually, you both will have a way to communicate and avoid the mess he made here,” the officer said kindly and Yoongi smiled tiredly. 

"Dada…" Jiminie groaned and Yoongi held him tightly, patting his back in comfort, even though his dick was touching inside his son’s mouth. Oh, how he loved Jiminie's mouth cock warming him. He would definitely consider getting his cock warmed more. 

"Shit, he’s awake again,” Yoongi said frantically like a truly tired father.

"I can hold him for you while you stretch,” the officer offered and Yoongi stared at his son who was wiggling in his arms. Jiminie was hungry for food and for his father’s dick. He had been trained to think of dick before food.

"I would really appreciate that,” Yoongi said, even though he was still balls deep in.

"Jiminie… this officer will help daddy hold you for a moment, alright? I'll go get you some snacks. Be a good boy alright?” Yoongi said to his son as he pulled him off his dick gently. Thankfully, there was a shoal covering the boy and the father, especially in the part where their bodies were sinfully connected. 

When he felt his father pull out, Jiminie let out a lonely whine as he looked at the officer staring at him. Instinctively, he started crying and flailing his hands as if to reject the officer. Well, it was something he had been retained for by Yoongi and he had done it so well it was insane on so many levels. 

Yoongi had told Jiminie the first time they started their games that police officers were bad people and that they would separate the both of them. That would also mean that Jiminie wouldn’t get his cunt fucked by his father ever again and no one would love him. He had groomed in so to be the perfect recipient for his dick and the best defender of their pleasures. Yoongi was an insane father, but did he care about that right now?

"Dada… noo,” Jiminie cried and Yoongi stared at the officer who was looking at him pitifully. She looked so worried for him, like she was ready to help him with the boy. That in itself was understandable seeing as Yoongi was handsome as hell and could get anyone he wanted. If he wasn’t married, he would have considered this, but then what else was there for him?

****

"I see he doesn't like strangers. You can take him to the mall and buy him more snacks,” the officer said pitifully as she stared at the father and son who was clearly giving his father a hard time. She could only hope that the father had a way to make this better.

“Thank you officer… ticket please so I can pay,” Yoongi said as he sat Jiminie's mouth back on his dick, earning a moan from his son, something that Yoongi covered instantly with a loud groan as he looked around for his wallet. 

He already knew that the officer wouldn't give him a ticket and if he was being honest, he wasn't sure where his wallet was. He had thrown it sometimes when he had started fucking into his son. He didn't know if he could find it right now. So, he was counting on the officer to have pity on him, and sure enough, she did.

"Oh, don't worry about that. Just go buy him some snacks,” the officer said, before wishing Yoongi a good day. Oh, she had something for him, but hey, maybe there was a way around this, right?

"Bless you, officer. Thank you once again,” Yoongi said to the officer who just mildly smiled at him, clearly wishing him all the best. But then how was that possible when Yoongi was already having the time of his life thrusting into his son with every move I had been making in an attempt to find his apparently missing wallet? This was heaven and Min Yoongi was right in it.

"You did well, Jiminie. You did really well,” Yoongi said to his son, who had fallen back asleep. Yoongi then sat his son on his lap, with his cunt swallowing Yoongi’s thick and long girth. The boy looked so comfortable and with the way he was clutching his father's dick, it was obvious that it was also a little heaven for Jiminie.

"Sleep, son. I’ll wake you up later,” Yoongi said as she started the engine. He wasn't sure where he was driving to today, because he was still hungry for his son and he couldn't exactly go with him home like this. 

His wife would question the red eyes her son was having and even the marks of Jiminie's neck and body. Those were things Yoongi wasn't in the mood to explain shit to him. However, perhaps he would find a way to explain them because his phone rang, and it was his wife calling. 

Composing himself, Yoongi answered the call, hoping to the gods that this wasn’t going to be a long call, because honestly, he wasn’t sure what he would say and how long he would hold on. However, the phone stopped raining. Soon after, there was a voicemail that got Yoongi even more excited to go home now.

"Are you guys still at work? I came by and didn't find you, I wanted to tell you that I will be home late from the women's convention. I packed lunch and left it at the gate with the watchman. The both of you need to eat. And I prepared food back home too. If I’m late, please give Jiminie a shower and put him to bed for me. I love you,” Yoongi’s wife said and Yoongi let out a sigh of relief. He had been considering going to the mall, but now he didn’t have to. He just had to drive home and keep fucking his son.

Excited, Yoongi drove home with his son still seated on him, warming his cock. With every step in the accelerator, and gear change, Yoongi felt his dick harden even more. It was painful. He was tempted to park on the roadside and fuck the cunt that was griping him so hard, but then he had to be patient. He needed to prepare himself well, so he went home.

When he got to their driveway, he wanted to walk out with his son on him, but his pants had gone down and he was worried the neighbors would see him and tell his wife.. That shit would land him in jail and he would lose his wife, not to mention the cunt he had grown so addicted to. So this was just not something he would take lightly.

"Jiminie, we are home, so. Daddy needs to buckle his pants so the neighbors don't see the dick meant for you,” Yoongi said, waking his son up. Most people were always woken up to eat or shower innocently and yet Yoongi was waking his son with the mention of the neighbors and his dick. It was something that Yoongi had learned Jiminie hated. He hated the fact that someone would be getting fucked by his dad. Jiminie was five, and yet even then he was jealous that has after slept with his mother in the same room. 

Most days, Jiminie would intentionally sleep between his parents just to make sure his daddy didn't fuck his mommy and it always worked on some days. On other days, when Yoongi was mad at Jiminie for causing trouble, he would fuck his wife while Jiminie pretended to be asleep right there in the same bed with them. Yoongi would then fuck his wife so hard, rough, and passionately that they would moan in sync, and Jiminie would be laying on the side of the bed, listening to his daddy fuck his mommy senseless. 

Of course, Jiminie always got turned on because he chose to imagine he was the one being fucked by his daddy, and by morning, he was covered in his slick. His mother never thought anything of it, because she assumed that it was normal for boys with pussy, just like boys with dicks always woke up with hard dicks. If only she knew that her son was jealous of her getting railed senselessly by her dear husband, the same one who loved their son’s cunt more than hers, but then it wasn't like she would find out, right?

"Yes, Daddy,” Jiminie whined as his father pulled out of him, the emptiness making the boy groan in desperation, but then compared to the opinions he currently had, Jiminie knew he had to let his father dress up. Yoongi then dressed up too, cleaning up all the blood stains on him and his sweet son. Pleased with how clean they both were, Yoongi carried his son on his lap again, this time, he had let his dick out, and had not put Jiminie’s panties back under his skirt, so the boy was still naked.

"Keep warming daddy’s cock until we get to bed, sweetie. Can you do that without letting out a sound?” Yoongi asked the sinful question like it was just a normal once but then it wasn't like his son didn't have the appetite for this Jiminie had a strong desire for his father so they were both to be blamed for this anyway.

"Ngh,” Jiminie groaned and nodded in agreement as his father stepped out with his dick in Jiminie's cunt. The shawl that he had been using earlier was still covering them and wouldn't raise any questions, after all. Yoongi had always seen Jiminie’s mother carry him like this when he was asleep. So, the neighbors would simply assume that this was normal for them.

When they got to the house, Yoongi turned the door open, something that he had expected.

As if that wasn't enough, his wife was back home, and the convention or whatever the fuck meeting she had told Yoongi she would go to, was happening right here, in their house. Yoongi’s wife had never lied to him, she couldn’t fault her for this, but then, how would the father explain the dick inside his son's cunt?

"Oh yeobo, you’re here. The place we were to go to was filled so I decided to hold them here since our home is bigger and better. Is Jiminie sleeping?” his wife asked and Yoongi stared at his wife, unsure of what he was supposed to say especially when Jiminie’s cunt was clenched on his cock from fear that they had been caught. Jiminie wanted to turn and look into his mother’s eyes so he could tell her he was getting fucked better than her, but he couldn't. So, he clenched around his daddy's girth, making Yoongi groan.

"Ah yeah. I should get him to bed and come back soon. I suffered today," Yoongi said and his wife stared at him sadly. He could see how Yoongi's hair was messy, not to mention the stickers on his face and his shirt that was disheveled, he looked like he had had the ultimate daddy’s day out with his son. So, his wife found no issue with that and she just chuckled.

"You love each other. Go on, both of you get some rest. I’ll take care of things here. If you need me, just let me know sweetheart,” Yoongi’s wife said to Yoongi as she kissed him on the lips, the same lips that had kissed Jiminie right before the father and son fucked and were still fucking to this point even with the visitors around.

"Have fun, yeobo. Don't worry about us,” Yoongi said as he bowed at the first sign in his house, before he went to Jiminie’s room. He was about to lay Jiminie on the bed when his wife rushed in after him, worry and concern on her face. 

"Yeobo,” Yoongi’s wife said and the blood drained from Yoongi’s face.

Chapter 2: Looks Like An Angel… But I Got Wise

"What is it, sweetheart?” Yoongi asked as he looked at his wife who was staring at him softly, understanding written all over her face, almost like she felt so bad for the man who was holding their dear child. If only she knew what this man had done to her son, she wouldn't be looking at him like that. But then that didn’t matter because she didn't know and Yoongi wasn't planning on folding his knees at a confessional for his wife to know what the fuck he had done, right? Besides, Jiminie knew he would never be fucked by his Daddy if he so much as opened his mouth about what he and Daddy had been doing whenever they were together.

"Oh dear, I’m so sorry.”

"What happened? Are you okay? Did something happen to your visitors?” Yoongi asked, the worry on his face genuine. He knew that his wife wouldn't have been that frantic if there was something else and he was worried for her. He was still holding little Jiminie in his arms but that wasn't a problem for him, not even the fact that his shaft was tearing through his son with every move he made to lift him up, only to let the kid slide on his dick. 

Jiminie was his to fuck, fuck, and fuck.

"I just came to check on you. Look at you both, you look tired as hell. I can hold him while you take a shower, yeobo. You look tired," Yoongi's wife said and Jiminie whimpered in his arms from the pleasure he was feeling. His father’s dick had slipped out from his cunt and Jiminie wanted to be filled up by his Daddy. The fact that his Mommy was in the same room and almost the same space that his Daddy couldn't put his hands beneath the shoal and put that dick back in, made Jiminie whine.

"No, it’s alright. I can do this, yeobo. Don't worry too much. I know how much this meeting means to you. Go on, I’ll take care of our kid alright?” Yoongi insisted and his wife sighed. She knew that with Yoongi there was no doubting shit. So, she didn’t complain when he was sending her away.

"Alright, but I’m just a text, a phone call, or a shout away alright?”

"I know, kid. I know,” Yoongi said, even though this time, he was responding to his son who was clawing his back, yearning for more than Daddy could give him with Mommy in the room. This shit was fucked up as hell, but then Jiminie wanted to be fucked. Surely that wasn't hard for his Daddy, right?

"Okay, I’ll go now before they start getting worried,'' Yoongi's wife said as she kissed her husband on the cheeks, seeing as Jiminie’s arms on Yoongi's neck were intentionally blocking his Mommy. The kid was possessive already, probably because he had been well-trained by the devil he had for a father. 

Once Yoongi’s wife was out of the room, the father and the son let out loud sighs like they had been waiting for that moment for the longest time. Yoongi didn’t hesitate to go lock the door to his son’s room, given he wasn't done with the ripe cunt yet. He had laid Jiminie on the bed for a moment so he could make sure everything was ready. Satisfied with the locked door, Yoongi turned on the tv in his son’s room, and out on the coco melon channel increasing the volume so high that everyone outside the room was muted. Hell, no one would hear what was happening in this kid’s room other than the damn coco melon and baby sharks that were playing on the tv.

"Daddy… empty,” Jiminy whitened on the bed when he saw his father taking forever to get back to him. His pussy was hurting, his asshole was ruined, and yet he still wanted more.

"You want to be filled, don't you, Jiminie?” Yoongi asked amusedly when he saw his son try to finger himself. The poor little thing was so addicted to dick that he was insane and desired more. He was losing his mind waiting for Daddy, who was enjoying seeing his son so desperately. Jiminie’s tiny fingers would do nothing to aid the little kid to his pleasure.

"What does Mimi want?” Yoongi asked and the kid pointed to his bleeding asshole and his ripped cunt. Oh, Yoongi loved what he had done to his son, he loved that even though today was the first time he had fucked that asshole the kid had been so responsive and wanted more.

"Please, Daddy,” the kid begged.

"Alright, Daddy will make sure the tingle stops, alright?” Yoongi assured and Jiminie nodded excitedly as he watched his Daddy come towards him. Jiminie stopped trying to touch himself and spread his legs as wide as he could, almost like he was calling him Daddy like that. And Daddy didn't stop. If anything, Yoongi rushed to his son’s cunt, like a man deprived of pleasure for years and years.

"You tell Daddy if it hurts, alright?” Yoongi said even though he knew Jiminie would never say anything. He had tried his son so harshly. He had taught him to accept the pain as it came and maybe that made him a monster, but Yoongi didn't care, as long as that little cunt was ever ready for him to put his dick in, he would be alright. He didn't mind what his son felt, as long as that ass was his to fuck and the cunt was his to rip through.

"It doesn't hurt Daddy. Please, help me,” Jiminie begged and that seemed to be the last straw for Yoongi because he pulled down his pants and then rightly went back to the bed before thrusting into his son. 

He knew it because he could feel the wounds inside his son’s cunt with his dick. He wanted to stop and nurse Jiminie, but the boy had a tight cunt, one that hugged his dick so tight. Yoongi could feel the wound rip apart when he thrust in and out of that cunt, but he didn't care. He didn't care that there would be more blood. What he wanted was to fuck his Jiminie. 

And so, with Mommy’s visitors out there, the Daddy and son fucked, and fucked until Jiminie fell unconscious and went numb. Yoongi watched his son’s thighs tremble from pleasure one too many times, even as he felt limp after a while. He only stopped tearing through Jiminie’s cunt and asshole when he saw that it was almost seven o’clock and his wife would be coming to check on them again. 

Hurriedly, Yoongi ran a bath for his unconscious son, and left him in the bathtub with cold water running on Jimminie. He then rushed to change the bedsheets and pillowcases., before he made sure the room had no scent of his son getting ducked senseless. Satisfied with what he had done, Yoongi went to the bathroom and cleaned up his son. 

He knew warm water would be better to make the boy feel a little better, but he didn't care. He didn’t have the time to run a warm batch for his cum doll., so he cleaned his son up with the cold water, knowing so well the wounds would hurt as hell. 

"Daddy… it hurts so much,” Jiminie cried out softly and Yoongi sighed. He didn't have time to deal with this right now, so he smacked his son's head on the wall, forcing the kid to lose consciousness again, he couldn't have Jiminie asking questions, besides, there was no way that he was going to be explaining to his wife that his son was more fuckable than her. 

He didn’t have the time. 

Yoongi fingered his son as he cleaned him up, forcing two more orgasms out of the limp body of his son, he could see that Jiminie was bleeding on the part of his head that had hit the wall, and Yoongi sighed before he cleaned him up again. He didn't bother to bandage the wound on his son’s head, there was no time. Ten minutes later, he was done cleaning up his son and dressing him up, not to mention injecting his son with an adult dose of sleeping pills so his son wouldn't make up no matter what happened.

"Goodnight, my sweet child,” Yoongi whispered as he tucked his son in bed, went to open the door to the room, left the coco melon channel running before he joined his son in bed. The bedsheets and the clothes he had gotten off Jiminie, he had soaked them in the bathtub, after removing any and all traces of their sex. He couldn't have anyone knowing of what had happened here and no matter what angle anyone looked at it from, they would never be caught. Never. 

And with that, the father relaxed. 

This time, anyone who walked in would see a tired father who had been caring for his son and trying to help him sleep instead of a bastard who had found solace in his son’s little cunt.

*****

Jiminie took a week to heal from all the pain his father had caused him. He went to school and came directly home where his father would lull him to sleep. As much as the temptation to stick his girth into his son was strong, Yoongi held back, he knew he had to be patient not to ruin the only beautiful thing in his life. He couldn't take it if he lost Jiminie or if his wife took Jiminie to the doctors and they found out about the overused cunt he had been exploring in his pastime. Patience was all he needed and today, they would get back on it.

"The government is making a mess of everything this season. I wish they could handle things better,” Yoongi’s wife complained as she rested her head on her husband's shoulders. They were currently watching the primetime news as a family like they always did and the situation in the nations wasn't that good. Yoongi had Jiminie cock warming him while his wife rested on his shoulders. They were risking a lot, and Yoongi knew that too, but then what the fuck could Yoongi do when he had missed his favorite cunt?

"They need to find a way… don't worry sweetheart, I’ll make a donation to the charity organizations, at least that should help those people save the others,” Yoongi said as he kissed his wife’s head. He knew she was a kind woman and one who loved philanthropy. They were all just always caught up in their work to even have the time to step up and help.

"Thank you,” Yoongi’s wife said and Jiminie whined.

Jiminie was seated on his father’s lap, his face focused on the tv while Daddy’s cock was deep inside his ass twitching like it needed to move. But then the cock warming was good too, because they needed to take it slow with each other this time. Jiminie kept leaning over to the table where his toys were. 

Yoongi smirked at his son's actions. He knew what Jiminie was doing and he was sure he had trained his son well. Each time his son arched forward, a section of Yoongi’s dick would come out of Jiminie’s ass and the Jiminie would grab the lego then sit back on his Daddy, giggling so loudly like he had the best of times. Well, he had, his father had trained him so damn well that he was now a doll for him to use.

"Daddy, help me fix this,” Jiminie whined as he turned to his Daddy who wasn't sure what the kid was saying. He was balls deep, too deep, and wanted to move his thighs just so he could feel the friction of his son’s exhaled rim against his girth. He was going crazy just sitting here with his wife seated beside them like that.

"That’s enough, Jiminie. Come on, Mommy will take you to bed,” Yoongi’s wife said as she got up to go and make Jiminie’s bed. She knew her son was close with him after but with school hours coming up tomorrow, the kid needed to wake up early and these games wouldn't help.

"But Mommy—”

"Don't make me repeat myself, Jimin. I will count to fifty and make sure you're in your room by then otherwise, no tv for a week and you won't get to play with your toys too,” Yoongi’s wife scolded and Jiminie sighed. His Mommy is never fun, and that was why he loved hanging out with Daddy.

"I’m hungry, Mommy,” Jiminie whined defeatedly and his Daddy sighed. He wasn’t sure what his son was playing at but he was waiting to see what would happen. With Jiminie, there were always a lot of surprises. It was like the kid was hungry, but for something else, but Yoongi's wife didn't see that. If anything, she sighed sadly as she attended to the bird's cheeks.

"Alright, Mommy will prepare you a snack. Don't fall asleep alright?” Yoongi's wife said.

"Thank you, Mommy,” Jiminie said with a pout, making his Mommy kiss him gently on the cheeks.

"I’ll be back soon, don't sleep,” Yoong’s wife insisted.

"Yes Mommy,” Jiminie cheered and his Mommy left for the kitchens.

The moment his Mommy stepped out to go into the kitchen, Jiminie started moving against his Daddy’s dick, making Yoongi let out a loud surprised groan, especially when Jiminie lifted himself completely from his Daddy’s lap and sat his little cunt on his father’s dick, an action that got Yoongi’s jaw wide open, when the fuck had his son learned to chase the pleasure himself. Oh, this was something else.

"You’re driving me crazy, Jiminie.” Yoongi groaned as he thrusted into his son.

"It tingles, Daddy… the last time it tingled you out your wiener in here and it stopped tingling,” Jiminie said and Yoongi cracked up. His baby boy was learning and it was impressive. At least all those years of training are finally spying off. It didn't matter how things had gotten. What mattered was that they would be fine. They had to be. And so, stealing the chance to fuck, Yoongi moved his son around his dick, thrusting so hard into the boy, making him release tiny little coughs, until the sound of Yoongi’s wife snapped them both out of their trance.

"Here, Jiminie… eat up, and then I’ll take you to bed,” Yoongi’s wife said as she moved the table closest to the father and son. Yoongi loved this. He loved that the tale was giving him enough space to fuck his on. Unlike Jiminie’s ass which wasn't easy to navigate with, the dick deep inside Jiminie’s cunt was slippery and wet. And the fact that Jiminie was wearing some shorts made it even better for the father to fuck his son. 

"Daddy, can I sleep with you?” Jiminie asked once he was done eating and his father had orgasmed twice inside him, filling his little tummy with cum. He was filled to the brain, his stomach was filled with food, his little cunt with two huge loads of Daddy's cum that was starting to get uncomfortable, but then he had been trained to hold it in so well that he didn't complain, even when he felt like he was about to burst on his Daddy.

"Not today, baby… Mommy will carry you to your bed I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” Yoongi said as he lifted Jiminie off of his lap, gently pulling out his dick that was hard as hell. He knew his cum would drip to the floor given he had orgasmed twice in his baby’s cunt, but he just didn’t care. The carpet on the floor was white so he could easily say that there was water there. 

"I don't wanna,” Jiminie whined as he began thrashing around, before he spilled the water on himself, making his mother curse out, while his Daddy smirked at what his son had done. Each day he was getting prouder of Jiminie’s quick thinking. So instead of pulling out, Yoongi sat his son roughly on his dick, while Jiminie flailed around, creating the friction between them pulling in and out of his cunt. That was the best decision ever for Yoongi.

"Go with your Mommy. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Yoongi said when he came a third time in his son and Jiminie was dripping wet. He didn't care this time, because he was proud of what his son had done and knew Jiminie could handle himself. It didn't matter where they were or how they were caught up. His Jiminie was always going to know what to do and Yoongi would always remain proud of his son.

"Sorry, Daddy,” Jiminie whined even though he was glad he had orgasmed with his Daddy a third time.

"I’ll carry you to your room. Don't you have a tantrum again or you will sleep in the basement,'' Yoongi warned and Jiminie bowed his head sadly even though he was excited for the basement. 

The basement had the pleasure tools that Mommy and Daddy used. There was a pleasure room for them there and Jiminie had always wanted to go there but Yoongi never took him. Of course, when Yoongi mentioned the basement, Jimmie caught on fast, but his wife just looked at her son sadly. He knew the basement had a room where they would lock Jiminie up for bad behavior.

"I’ll go make his bed… please don't take him to the basement, yeobo,” Yoongi' wife pleaded sadly.

"The boy needs to be taught a lesson.”

"He won't throw tantrums again, right Jiminie?”

"I’m sorry Mommy… I’m sorry, Daddy," Jiminie said.

"Fine, I won't lock him up today,” Yoongi said, like he was pissed when he loved how crude his son had gotten.

"Alright, I'll call you to bring him in. Thank you, yeobo,” Young's wife said softly before leaving the room again to go prepare her son’s room. She was anxious for Jiminie, so she wanted to hurry up and come back.

"Daddy, kiss,” Jiminie whined when his Mommy had left. 

"Have you been a good boy today?”

"Yes, Daddy,” Jiminie whined again. He was doing that a lot, letting out mewling sounds and Yoongi was getting turned on even more. They had orgasmed thrice if this went on they would be caught. But at least all the baby wanted was a kiss, right?

"Okay baby,'' Yoongi said as he lifted his son and switched their positions. This time he tucked his hard dick in his pants because he knew his wife would be back soon.

"My beautiful Jiminie,” Yoongi said as he smashed his lips against those of his son, kissing him hard, roughly and deeply like the boy was meant for his lips. When they pulled back they were both painting and Jimin I was an excited mess.

"Let’s take you to bed,” Yoongi said and this time, Jiminie didn’t object, if anything, he hugged his Daddy as he led the way to Jiminie’s bedroom. 

"I’ll fuck you in the middle of the night baby… I will come for more. Don't worry,” Yoongi whispered in Jiminy's ear as he left his son in his Mommy's hands and walked out. However, right before he could close the door, he saw his wife eyeing his son’s chest. He hid behind the door and watched as his wife pulled Jiminie’s pants, shushed her son, and went down on Jiminie’s cunt, before she started eating him up.

'Holy shit,’ Yoongi thought to himself as he stood by the door and watched as his wife forced an orgasm out of his son, and even made Jiminie suck her cunt too.

His wife may not have caught them, but Yoongi never thought that he would ever see his wife molesting their son.

He felt hot.

He wanted to join in.

But he couldn't.

Because he was supposed to play the husband who cared about his family and provided for them.

More like provided for both their cunts, but damn was it hot seeing the son eat out his Mommy while his Mommy ate the cunt that had been sucking Yoongi’s dick. When his wife got out the dildo from one of the hidden drawers in Jiminie’s bed to fuck their son, Yoongi got hard again. 

So standing at the door, he watched and came as his wife fucked their son with a dildo until Jiminie passed out. They were more similar than they would ever admit, and that was hot as hell for Yoongi. Maybe this was the kind of hell he would settle for, right?

More pleasure for their son after all.

Oh fuck.

 

Chapter 3: Taught The Hand That Taught The Bride

That night, Yoongi knew he couldn't keep his promise to his baby. He had wanted so badly to come and fuck him in the night, but watching what his wife did to their son made him feel terrible for the boy. His ass was swollen, his cunt spent, and most definitely hurting from the countless orgasms both parents had pulled out of him. 

For a baby that delicate, Jiminie was strong, and relief was the prize his father had for him then. It wasn't a lot for the kid, but it was something that Jiminie deserved for being patient and adorable as always.

"Yeobo,” Yoongi heard his wife whisper in the night when he was trying to sleep. He may have decided against going to his son, but that didn't mean the sight he had witnessed would give him any peace. If anything, he was as hard as ever, thoughts filled with a crying Jiminie, a choking Jiminie, a fucked-up Jiminie. At that moment, Yoongi wondered what it would be like if he went and fucked him again, but he couldn't. He had promised himself that he would listen to his son’s body, even if Jiminie wanted more. He couldn't just ruin it like that.

"Oh… Yeobo,” Yoongi heard again, and this time, he felt a hand on his boxers. This wasn’t what he had anticipated for tonight and it was more than obvious with the way he had stilled instantly. His wife was feeling as hot as he was, which was interesting, after what he had seen her do, but he wasn’t about to object. 

So, he feigned sleep, waiting to see what his wife would do. He had just learned that the woman he had married was kinky as fuck and he still didn’t know what to do with that information. Honestly, no matter how kinky his wife would get, there was never going to be a day when she would be a match for his Jiminie… their Jiminie… Oh, they were screwed.

"Yoongiah…" his wife pleaded in earnest, her voice soft and needy as she pulled the bands of his boxers and pulled out his dick that was harder than the endless times he had fucked Jiminie. It was a throbbing thick dick, one so long and huge that got his wife salivating. 

By law, this belonged to her, but by nature and desire, this dick had shaped the insides of their son in ways more than once to the point that it always was ready for Jiminie at any point in time.

"Damn you for sleeping when I’m feeling this bothered,” his wife cursed and he smirked in the dark. He knew how she always liked her pleasure and her attempt at somnophilia was frustrating the hell out of her. But even that made Yoongi a little too excited. This was more than thrilling for him and he definitely didn’t mind being used.

'Take what you need, Yeobo,’ Yoongi thought to himself, hoping to the goddess that his wife would have the courage to get on with it for both their sakes. Of course, he wasn't sure he had ever heard his wife this desperate, but then if this was a first, he had to be patient and wait it out. 

'Do it,’ Yoongi pushed, in his mind, eleven thighs he knew that his words would mean nothing if they were never spoken out loud. Or maybe could do something that would help his wife out, right? But was he even feeling this generous when she had ruined his chances of fuckin their son tonight? Was it something he wanted to explore with her or was this just an attempt at getting the relief that they both needed? 

As he put his ideas to theory, Yoongi turned to face the other side of the bed, before he groaned, tossed a few times, and finally settled on laying on his back. It was a test for his wife because he needed to see what the woman could do. Or if the woman he married could be useful when he needed her the most. But then what if his wife didn't try anything, would Yoongi take matters into his own hands?

"Oh fuck,” Yoongi heard his wife whimper and that was also how he knew that she had fallen into the trap he had laid for the both of them. He felt the covers on him get pushed to the side, and her hands roam over his boxers. He was still hard, and he was clearly wet, if the squelching sounds he was hearing were anything to go by. 

She wanted him, and all she had to do was take what was hers, after all, he was her husband. He was the one who could give this to her. He was the one who had shaped her insides too, and he was going to have to help her out this time too, right? Surely it wasn't as bad as she thought it was, no? 

A few squelches here and there, and Yoongi heard her hover over him, careful not to wake him. 

The bedside lamp was off, which meant that his wife was struggling to get what she wanted, in the dark, hoping that her senses would guide her. Carefully she straddled him, positioning her cunt over his clothed dick, something that got Yoongi almost letting out a groan. He had assumed she was wet, hell he had heard how wet she was for him, but he hadn't imagined she would be THAT wet. 

She was dripping.

'I’m screwed,’ Yoongi thought to himself when he got the first rub of her bare cunt over his clothed hard dick. 

She had settled well… so damn well that he almost let out a groan again at the way she was trying so hard not to wake him. The weight of her body was something Yoongi longed for in the night, but he couldn't press her to him just yet. 

He had to let her get comfortable, even if he was certain he would burst from the desire and urge to grab her and fuck her senseless… more like to punish her for taking that which was his. Jiminie was his to fuck and nothing more. There was never supposed to be a debate about that, and then there were chances that there wasn't ever going to be a debate on it, Yoongi couldn't help but to push his wife for that. 

"I need you, Yoongiah,” his wife whined needily as she rode his dick. 

Somewhere along the way, all her thoughts and mindfulness had left her brain because she had sat on him, riding him like this was the best thing she could have done, she was high on desire and want for the man who had managed to get her right where he wanted her. All this time, Yoongi didn't open his eyes, nor did he try to move his hands. If anything, he was snoring, a little too loudly like he always does on the nights he had the flu. That did twin brother his wife today, and he definitely wouldn't what about it tomorrow?

"Yeobo…" Yoongi groaned 'sleepily' as his wife rode him. 

"I’m sorry, sweetheart… I just need you to fuck into me, or I fuck myself on you, please,” his wife whined and Yoongi ignored her. He was adamant on making her feel like she was fucking him while he was asleep. That was all he wanted her to feel, but the moment she came on his boxers, Yoongi almost lost his mind. He knew that he was a goner. He could feel the wetness covering him, and how she wasn't stopping. He could hear the way she was slapping her full breasts together, the clapping sound so loud, but not as loud to wake Jiminie up… thankfully.

"I need you,” Yoongi’s wife whined, before she lifted herself just enough to pull down the boxer that was clothing, the one thing she had desired the entire time. She didn't even prepare herself when the dick bobbed out, and she sat on it, this time, Yoongi let out a loud groan. He hadn't expected her to sit on him like that. He had been cock-warmed by Jiminie at their table earlier, but feeling his tight wife on him in the middle of the night, when all he could think of was Jiminie, was something else.

"Yeobo?” Yoongi asked groggily as he moved to turn on the bedside lamp, but his wife smacked his hands. Instead, she grabbed his hands and settled them on her breasts, as if she wanted him to feel what he was doing to her.

She was dripping.

She was dripping.

"Yoongi,” his wife whined as she squeezed his hands on her full breasts, the impact making her tits leak right onto Yoongi’s face.

"Well, damn,” was all Yoongi could let out at the moment because he had expected that.

"I need you,” his wife said and Yoongi knew he couldn't deny her anything. He would punish her, sure, but the fact that her breasts were leaking, meant that she had taken her lactation drugs before she had gone to fuck Jiminie. Before she had fed their son. Oh, this was more interesting than Yoongi had anticipated and when he launched his mouth on her nipples, Yoongi could swear he tasted Jiminie’s cum on them.

Holy shit.

"Holy hell,” Yoongi let out for a moment, before he dove back in, suckling like it was the only thing he was made for, while his dear wife was riding his dick so hard he was almost certain it could pop off his by and get lost inside her. She was desperate for a release from him. She was desperate to have her insides painted white by him, and he was desperate to have her breasts pain his mouth white with the taste of their son’s cum lingerie. 

They were enough on a mission and it was exhilarating to see and feel. And so, they spent the night giving each other what they wanted, with Yoongi keeping his promise of punishing his wife. He suckled her till the milk ran out, till he was full and sleepy enough. He sucked till there wasn't even an ounce of milk left in the full breasts, which his wife fucked herself on his dick. 

All this time, Yoongi didn't put any effort into fucking her. He let her ride him desperately, while he led onto her breasts desperate too. 

He wanted his Jiminie and he couldn't even spell that out for her… poor thing.

Thankfully, Yoongi orgasmed with her each time, which made it easy for her to think that that was because of how hard she had ridden him and how good she was at it, but not because the entire time, Yoongi was thinking of her as Jiminie. He had almost cried out Jiminie’s name as she fucked herself on him, but he stopped himself by suckling harder onto her tits. It was the only way.

Perhaps that was it, but it couldn't explain the whimper he could have sworn he heard outside the door, while his wife screamed in pleasure, not worried about waking Jiminie, because she had been certain that Jiminie had been too tired to even move.

Their son was awake.

The sweet little Jiminie had seen everything his mommy and daddy were doing.

And he was hurt…

… If the soft sniffles were anything to go by.

*******

Morning came a little too slow for Yoongi and he hated it. He hated that his son had been there and he was then able to defend himself. When the sun finally rose, Yoongi let himself wake up and go to check on Jiminie. His wife had already left for work, which was strange, given she always left home later than usual. But when Yoongi checked the time, it was already eight o'clock. 

HE was the one who had overslept.

For someone who claimed to not have slept a wink the entire night, he sure did take his time to take up and go to his son. 

"Shit, he’s probably already been taken to daycare, dammit,” Yoongi cursed himself as he strutted towards his Jiminie’s bedroom. He knew he wouldn't find his son there, but when he pushed the door and saw Jiminie sitting up on the bed, he was surprised. He hadn't been exciting, truly.

"Jiminie,” the father called out to his son, who was staring at him accusingly, almost like he already knew his daddy would come and check on him. Even then, that didn’t explain why he wasn't at school yet, seeing as it was a Monday and a school day, not to mention, that Jiminie always loved the idea of interaction with other kids. It always gave him the time to be anxious and yearn for his daddy just enough to get fucked in the car on the ride home.

Jiminie didn't say a word to Yoongi. If anything, the kid just tucked himself into bed, ignoring his father. He was angry and Yoongi could see that too, and I wish there was nothing he could do about it. For a moment, he wanted to be the caring strict father and ask what the fuck he was doing home, but on the other hand, he wanted to explain to Jiminie that his mother had forced herself on him.

Would the kid believe him though? Given this wasn’t the first time he had walked into his parents fucking, and it certainly wouldn't be the last, now that they were married for life? Would it ever make any sense to the kid who was trying so hard not to cause a tantrum or even cry out? What the fuck was Yoongi supposed to do this time though?

"Baby… I’m sorry,” Yoongi began, as he looked at the piece of paper on the nightstand. It was a note from his wife, telling him that the son was not feeling like going to school and Yoongi had to stay and take care of him. 

It was a harmless task, given that Yoongi sometimes worked from home, and even if he didn't, he was flexible with his schedule. Taking care of them wasn't going to be that hard for him anyway, seeing as they had bonded. But is it the kind of bonding that any mother would want? And even so, the mother wasn't exactly the kind to be watching out for her son after what she had done, right?

"You didn't want to go to school?” Yoongi asked the obvious and Jiminie didn't answer him.

"Don’t be mad at me, baby… you know I can never say no to your mommy,” Young added desperately while his son just gave him his back. 

It was like Yoongi was talking to a wall and Jiminie wasn't even here. That in itself was interesting because out there in the world. Yoongi was feared by everyone. Many people thought of him as the monster who killed before asking questions, but here with his baby, he was just Yoongi. Just Jiminie’s daddy who would do whatever it took to make the kid feel better.

"I thought you wanted my milk… I’ll just go away then,” Yoongi said, making sure to sound sad. But even then, Jiminie didn't budge. If anything, the kid just kept at his tantrums. He didn't want to talk to his father and he didn't want to see him.

Well, that was until he heard the sound of a zipper closing and his father getting up.

"Daddy…”

Chapter 4: A Family Affair

"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.

*******

Yoongi stiffened for a moment, taking in the new reality that was hitting him shamelessly. He hadn't expected this. He had hoped that his eyes had been wrong even when he had sucked Jiminie’s cum on his wife’s breasts. He had wanted to think that all of that was just an illusion, and yet as his dear, dutiful wife stood beside him next to their son’s bed, he couldn't help but wonder what the hell this woman had been doing that he didn’t know about. It was a different kind of hell, and he hated himself for not being attentive. 

But was this the time for that many regrets?

Would it ever even matter now that they were both here? 

Oh, but Yoongi was dying to know what this would be, but when Jiminie’s ass squeezed his cock, it was like he had been broken out of the trance he had been in. It was different for him, so he just looked at his wife one more time, shook his head and then he went on fucking Jiminie. A part of him had expected that his wife would start throwing tantrums, but it was way too early for that. 

Then again, he had seen her fucking his son, so there was no point in them playing catch with each other, right?

“Scoot,” Yoongi’s wife said, and Yoongi rolled his eyes at his wife, who had somehow managed to strip naked. Whatever happened to mothers being caring and loving? Why the fuck was this woman here with their son and him? And when the fuck had they gotten to agree that they would be fucking Jiminie together?

“Don’t even think about touching what is mine,” Yoongi growled, and his wife laughed in his face.

“I gave birth to him, Yoon. I started stretching him out for you even before he could learn to suckle milk from my breasts. You think you trained him? I prepped him well for you daily, knowing that you would fuck him. I was there every time, with the video footage of you sinking your girth into our son. And I was there when you learned he was just as tasty. 

“Oh, and I saw him peeking every day when you were burying yourself inside me. So, tell me, Yeobo, is this the time to start acting all high and mighty, or are you going to let me get under our son so I can suck his weeping cunt while you fuck his ass?” Yoongi’s wife asked.

Yoongi stilled. 

He had not been expecting that at all. 

He knew that his wife was a good person, but what had come out of her mouth had made him wonder if this was the woman he had married. He knew he wasn’t in the right position to be comparing his wife with himself, but damn was this woman crazy as fuck. This was a different kind of unhinged. Who the fuck prepared their breastfeeding baby for thee taking when she should have been worrying about her feeding habits??

But Yoongi— Oh, Yoongi knew that perhaps it would be more fun. So, he watched as his wife leaned and kissed his dick right as he pulled out half-way out of Jiminie’s ass. She kissed that thick cock like it hadn’t just come out of her very own son. She kissed it like it was just another cock and hadn’t just come from another hole.

“You taste as good as ever,” Yoongi’s wife praised and that had Yoongi thrusting harder into Jiminie’s ass. The little ass was torn, tight, and bloody, but Yoongi kept going, opening his son even wider like this was their routine. And perhaps it was just so. His wife was here and didn’t have a problem with what he was doing. So, he had no reason to stop whatsoever, and she didn’t.

“You’re so filthy, Yeobo,” Yoongi groaned when his wife casually pulled his dick out of Jiminie’s ass and put it in her mouth, sucking hungrily without care that their son had been pushed aside. It was interesting for her, and she wanted more. So, Yoongi fucked her mouth, releasing for the fifth time, only that this time it was inside his pretty wife’s mouth.

And when he released, she swallowed with ease, like she had always wanted this. Like she had always wanted more from him, and he stared at her in shock, as she milked her tits and let the milk onto their son and their son’s bed. Jiminie would be sticky waking up. But that was not an issue right now.

“I get what I want. Now, back to his ass, I need to drink from our son’s cunt,” Yoongi’s wife said as she got up just enough to sprinkle Yoongi’s face with her milk. Yoongi couldn’t remember the last time this had happened, but perhaps his wife had been taking those lactation drugs.

Oh, she was naughty, but he loved her.

He cherished her even if they were both twisted as fuck.

“Yes, your majesty,” Yoongi chuckled and grabbed an unconscious Jiminie back into him, thrusting his drooled-on cock into the boy’s ass. He watched in amazement as his wife lay under Jiminie, lining her mouth on Jiminie’ cunt, before she began sucking. She was hungry for her son and her husband, and it was a sight that should have petrified them, but this was happening.

Yoongi could see the way Jiminie’s head rested on his wife’s cunt, the pretty boy so close to that which should have been forbidden and yet unaware of just how close he was to heaven. Perhaps it was because his parents had found their heaven in Jiminie’s cunt and ass, right? But was it supposed to make that any better?

“Appa… it hurts,” Jiminie whined when he regained consciousness and found himself filled to the brim. He was his parents’ plaything and he didn't mind it, truly, but fuck was the kid tired from all the pounding that had been happening. He was almost scared, and any child could have been, but Jiminie had been trained to believe that he was made for this. That he was the best thing that his parents could ever have had.

“Shhh, pretty baby. Mommy and Daddy are taking care of you. Go back to sleep, or eat my cunt, darling,” Yoongi’s wife said and Jiminie tried to lift his head to look at his parents or even see where his mother was talking from. But the squelching sounds and his tingling cunt were distracting enough. He was overstimulated to even think beyond what he could babble. So, he just stared softly and defeatedly at his mother. 

He wasn’t even jealous anymore. 

If anything, he was happy that his parents loved him so much. He was glad they were using him together, and he was so happy that this was the greatest show of love. The kid was sure that the next time, he would be between his parents as they fucked each other like animals in rut.

“Use your hands, darling. Just like we practiced,” Yoongi’s wife said and Jiminie just nodded in pain, before he spread his mother’s cunt with his hands and inserted his little fist, an action that pulled him away from his mother’s mouth and his daddy’s dick. But they were ready for that sudden shift and were almost glad that it was happening. 

Because they just moved with the kid. They waited like they had trained for this a thousand and one times. Each time that Jiminie’s fist sank inside his mother’s sopping cunt, Jiminie was pulled from his mother’s mouth and his daddy’s cock. And when he pulled his fist out, he was right back where he had been. 

With his mother eating him out, and tongue fucking him, while his daddy had a feast on his ass.

“Shit, our baby is so good at this,” Yoongi’s wife complimented and Yoongi groaned in pleasure, pulling his dick from his son’s ass and into his wife’s mouth to shut her up. He fucked her from above, his balls slapping her face and cheeks while Jiminie’s ass finally got some reprieve. It was a filthy sight, and yet one that seemed to just encourage Jiminie. 

Because like a trained kid, Jiminie pulled his fist out of his mother’s cunt, and crawled downward to nestle his face onto her cunt. She had taught him how to suck her cunt and so she wasn’t shocked when her first orgasm of the day was from her skilled son. He was the prettiest thing that they could have gotten, and honestly, it was the best sight for both parents. This was their heaven, however fucked up it was.

“Mommy, it tastes salty,” Jiminie whined and Yoongi’s wife just grabbed their son and pushed his face into her cunt, not caring that their son probably wouldn’t be breathing. Meanwhile, Yoongi was pulling at her breasts with his free hands, pinching so harshly and watching as the milk sputtered out gloriously. This was the perfect sight, and Yoongi couldn’t have imagined the day getting any better than this. They had reached the threshold of their beautiful heaven.

“Careful not to suffocate Jiminie,” Yoongi pointed out to his wife as he thrust harder into her mouth. He loved the warm heat that was waiting for him and he loved the way that she sucked his cum from his wet cock. Cum that had been inside his little Jiminie. They were screwed up, but at least they were happy, right? Well, that was expected. And so, the Yoongi family fucked each other, while little Jiminie ate his mother out, sucked his daddy’s cock only to be forced to suckle his mother’s tits.

It was a messy affair that lasted an entire morning and by the time they stepped out to go to the mall, Jiminie couldn’t even walk, so his daddy carried him out, hugging him in his front, knowing so well that Jiminie’s cunt was swollen with his father’s cock that felt so good and hurt as they walked to their car, and his mother followed, like they hadn’t been doing the unthinkable to the kid. 

Their neighbors, who saw them step out in elegance, could only think of how good they looked and how disciplined a family they were. 

But was that really what that was? 

This perfect family??

Chapter 5: Of Slippery Nuts And Buttery Groins

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Tags updated…

I’m truly going to hell, sue mee

On a Sunday too, wtf

“Is he sleeping?” Yoongi’s wife asked once they got to the car, and Jiminie sat with his father in the backseat. 

The boy had been whimpering since they left the house, and they had thought the neighbors heard them. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been easier to explain, but then it wasn’t like the neighbors would come that close to ask about Jiminie, right? However, when they got to the car, the whimpers had slowed, and Yoongi’s wife figured that the kid had finally let himself go.

But was that it, when Yoongi was holding humps closely and his body was tense like he had just released inside his son, again? Or maybe Yoongi’s wife was overthinking things? But even if it was so, it wasn’t like she could stop her husband from having the pussy they had both prepped the entire morning and used as they willed themselves to, no? 

Or perhaps she was asking for reprieve for him, right?

“Doesn’t look like he is sleeping to me,” Yoongi chuckled sinisterly, and his wife turned to look at them in the back seat, only to see Jiminie cockwarming his father. He was tired and sleepy, but Yoongi didn’t care. His son was his to use anytime and whenever he wanted to. Besides, right now, he was fucking Jimini’s cunt and not his ass, so surely that had to count for reprieve, right? 

Well, maybe he was twisted for this, but it wasn’t his fault that Jiminie’s sweet cunt was gripping his cock so tightly and milking him so badly as if he didn’t want to let go. And Yoongi wasn’t a greedy father. He was never one to say no to his son. So, if Jiminie kept clinging onto him, he would keep giving, and giving him cock. He didn’t mind, and that was what made him the best father Jiminie had, right? 

Oh, but they were fucked up… not that they were complaining about it either way.

“He looks sick. We should stop by the doctor's. I’ll drop you guys and then I’ll head to the market. You’ll let me know what the doctor says… or does, right?” Yoongi’s wife said, and Yoongi smirked knowingly. 

He couldn't remember the last time they had ever been to a doctor’s appointment, but his wife was right. Jiminie was having a high fever even as his father fucked his spent cunt. The boy was too tired and whiny, and for a kid who was supposed to be in school, he looked like he belonged in some hospital ward away from his parents.

Jiminie needed a break, but he was too young. Way too young to even ask for anything other than milk; only that his parents had learned to let him milk cunt, breasts, and a long dick that he was almost always impaled on. He was a good son, there was no denying that.

“Let’s head to the mall first. I want to get him new clothes,” Yoongi said, and his wife didn’t protest.

Jiminie loved shopping. He loved getting new things, so it wasn’t surprising when his head perked up when he heard of the mall. His little body arched against his father as he struggled to turn to look at his mother. Perhaps he wanted to thank her, but a part of Jiminie wasn’t sure of what to expect. He was always full and stuffed regardless of where he was with his parents.

“Okay then. You’ll have to take him to the doctors later,” Yoongi’s wife said, and Yoongi just nodded as he kissed his son’s forehead and pushed harder inside Jiminie.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Yoongi asked. He knew that the kid was probably sore by now. But he had missed hearing Jiminie’s voice, a strange thought right when he had fucked the kid so hard that Jiminie had nearly lost his voice earlier. But that was just the beginning of a good day, wasn’t it?

“Want clothes,” Jiminie mumbled sleepily, and his father just chuckled darkly, again.

It didn’t take long for the Yoongi family to reach the mall. Yoongi had pulled out of his son, earning so many protests from the kid, but when he stuffed his cunt with a dildo he always carried while a vibrator was in Jiminie’s ass, the kid was content. He was no longer whining. Instead, his hand was attached to his father, and he walked beside him, towards the baby shop. 

The mall was full as always, and everyone seemed busy. Some noticed the way Jiminie was limping, but Yoongi just smiled sadly at them, almost like he already knew his son was sick and hurting. He wanted to be a good father, but he was also feeling spent. Or was he? Jiminie had been told to walk with these objects inside him if he wanted new clothes, and while it hurt, the kid had to. It was the only way to get whatever he wanted from his daddy dearest. 

So, as he noticed the eyes on his too, he held onto his father tighter, until Yoongi had no choice but to carry him, soothing him gently, like Jiminie’s cunt wasn’t filled with Yoongi’s cum and his ass filled with lube, like he was being prepped for more sessions. The kid was more likely to pass out, not that Yoongi cared one bit. He was the adult. He was the one who made the decisions.

“Welcome to Tanny Baby Shop, Mr. Yoongi. I see Jiminie is doing so well,” the shopkeeper, Kim Namjoon, said, his beautiful smile making his dragon eyes disappear for a moment. He looked so excited to see Yoongi here along with Jiminie, and to that, Yoongi smiled knowingly.

“Of course, Joon. He is well, just needs a few clothes. You know where to find us, right? Please bring his right sizes and the new collection,” Yoongi said, and Jiminie watched in awe as Joon smiled at him. He had loved it when they came here because the shopkeeper was always nicer to him.

“I’ll be there soon, Jiminie,” Joon said, and Jiminie believed him.

The shop was having other customers who saw nothing wrong in the way that Joon addressed the father and son. After all, they were all males, and there was nothing that showed that the two were predators, right? So they went on with this, hoping that while Yoongi and Jiminie went to the dressing room, one that had only ever been made for Jiminie and Jiminie only. It was different from the other dressing rooms for good reason, one that Yoongi and Namjoon knew so damn well.

“Are you sure you want to dress up, Jiminie?” Yoongi teased, and Jiminie nodded sleepily. There was no answer that he would give to change his father’s mind anyway. It was something that the kid had long learned. 

So, when Namjoon walked in stark naked with Jiminie’s new clothes, Jiminie began stripping. 

He was trained for this as Yoongi and Namjoon watched in awe. 

The kid was hurting, and even as he removed the plug and vibrator from his holes, the adults mused gladly. It was like this was the best thing that they had ever seen, and they were not about to let it pass them. The moment Jiminie was stark naked, Namjoon grabbed him by the head and impaled Jiminie’s mouth on his cock.

“Holy shit, he is so warm,” Namjoon groaned out in pleasure as his thick cock struggled to fit in Jiminie’s mouth. It was huge, but not as huge as Yoongi’s.

“I want some too,” Yoongi said and soon enough, Jiminie's little mouth was wrapped around two cocks at the same time. It hurt to even breathe, but there wasn’t much the kid could do. He had been trained to please the adults, and if anyone ever walked in here and saw them, then decided that he or she wanted to use Jiminie… Jiminie wouldn’t whine.

“How’s the wife,” Joon asked as he grunted his cock sliding against Yoongi’s so hotly in Jiminie’s mouth. 

The little mouth was sucking them in like a cunt that had been trained for two cocks. It was so pretty and so delicious that Joon thought he would die here with his cock inside Jiminie’s mouth. He felt the way Jiminie swallowed both of their cums, and how wet the kid was to the point that his slick was dripping from his cunt. Jiminie had been filled with his father’s cum earlier so he was dripping a mixture of his newly released slick and Yoongi’s cum. 

It was perfection, and no one would ever tell Yoongi otherwise.

“Caught her fucking him. It was the hottest thing I have ever seen, I swear,” Yoongi grunted, as he came inside Jiminie’s mouth, the kid swallowed obediently, even as his father pulled out of his mouth, leaving Namjoon fucking him senseless like this was nothing. Like Jiminie wasn’t a kid who had been taken to school. Like Jiminie hadn’t been trained for this, and like he wasn’t just a baby. 

Oh, but Namjoon was brutal; he was doing his best to make up for the emptiness he was feign when Yoongi’s dick left Jiminie’s mouth.

“Damn, I should come over, eh?” Joon asked, and Yoongi smiled knowingly again.

*****

“Want me to taste you too? Prepare you for me, perhaps?” Yoongi teased.

Joon let out a desperate mewl as he stared at Yoongi’s lust-filled eyes. He always loved moments like these and so as he fucked Jiminie’s mouth, Yoongi’s moth was on his ass, eating him out. Joon could feel Yoongi’s fingers inside his rim, and gods, it was the best feeling he had ever had. 

He loved it. 

He loved Yoongi. 

He loved how Yoongi always handled him.

He loved how life was whenever Yoongi came to the shop with or without little Jiminie.

“I prepared for you so well, Yoon… always. Fuck, I missed you so fucking much,” Joon whined as he came hard, inside Jiminie’s mouth. He then pulled out and grabbed Jiminie and sprawled the kid on the nearest table. All this time, Yoongi’s fingers inside his ass were driving him nuts. He was arching his back for Yoongi, whimpering a lot of mores while Jiminie begged too. They were all a mess and it was all because of Yoongi and fuck was it the best thing that they both had ever experienced.

“Jiminie baby. Should I fuck uncle Joon or will you cause a tantrum again?” Yoongi asked right when Joon was close to a second release. Joon didn’t even wait for Jiminie’s answer as he spread Jiminie’s legs so damn wide and sank his weeping cock inside Jiminie’s cunt. He needed to be inside something, anything, because Yoongi was messing with his head. 

Somewhere along the way, Joon heard Jiminie’s whimpers and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the way he was fucking Jiminie or the way that Yoongi had finally lined himself up against Joon’s rim, not even waiting for a signal before he rammed into Joon, who pushed harder inside Jiminie.

Joon was buried to the hilt inside Jiminie, while Yoongi—

Oh, but Yoongi was teasing Joon. He was teasing the man who was down for anything with him.

“Yoon, please,” Joon begged while Jiminie was passed out on the table.

“Tell me what you want, baby, now that you made my little one pass out like that,” Yoongi teased as he pulled out, almost completely out of Joon, making the man whimper needily. 

Joon was big-bodied compared to Yoongi but the way he always begged for Yoongi’s cock would make anyone think that he was the baby and not Jiminie. It was a beautiful sight that always warmed Yoongi’s heart in all the wrong ways, but he wasn’t complaining about it either.

“I need you, Yoon. I need you inside, please. I sorted the best clothes for him, don’t I deserve the reward… please, Yoon, I’ll be good. I’ll take you obediently like the slut I am for you, please,” Joon begged, his tears showing as Yoongi pushed inside him slowly. 

It was agonizingly slow that Joon dared to push himself back so he could impale himself— 

…but Yoongi was faster. 

He took a step back and stared at Joon’s pulsing hole. 

The pink hole that always had Yoongi almost losing his senses. 

Granted, Yoongi’s wife had been the best fuckable cunt after Jiminie…

But Joon… gods, Joon had the best ass. 

That little boypussy had a way of making Yoongi feel like he was above everyone. He was the only one who could make Joon mewl like that. He could make Joon cry because of cock and right now, as he watched Joon fuck into his unconscious son, tears in his eyes, Yoongi couldn't help but step forward and grab Joon’s head, tilt it sideways before smashing their lips together..

It was a desperate, messy kiss for Joon, yet a reassuring one for Yoongi. It was as if Yoongi was telling him, it was okay, but for what, when Jon wanted something lodged inside of him? He wanted Yoongi’s cock, inside him. His ass, his mouth, anywhere. All he wanted was Yoongi’s cock and he was drunk on it.

“Please, Yoon,” Joon cried out desperately when they pulled back from the passionate kiss.

“Tell me what you want, my pretty Namjoon,” Yoongi said, and Namjoon almost had a brain aneurysm at the statement. Yoongi knew him so damn well. He knew him more than anyone ever did, and Yoongi was messing with him.

“Yoon…” Joon whined.

“Want my cock, baby?” Yoongi teased.

“Always,” Joon mewled.

“See what it does,” Yoongi said as he grabbed Jiminie, and stretched his mouth open, before he began fucking int the unconscious kid. He thrust into Jiminie’s mouth, while Joon thrust harder into Jimin’s cunt, his eyes never leaving the way sight before him. He wanted to be the one that Yoongi fucked like that. He wanted to be the one who got to be ruined like that, and he wanted him.

“Please,” Joon begged again.

Yoongi pulled out of Jimini’s mouth with a pop sound, before he stood before Joon, his cock wet with Jiminie’s saliva. But Joon didn’t seem to mind because the cock was still as hard, so when Yoongi stood before him. Joon got Jiminie off the table, and settled the kid on the stair steps of the dressing table, and bent to suck Yoongi’s cock, letting out the best whine that Yoongi had ever heard. 

This was his heaven. 

An unconscious Jiminie was still having Joon’s cock inside him and his position was so terrible that just a few moves and the boy’s neck would be broken. But that wasn’t an issue right now. Joon wanted to be fucked by Yoongi. And Yoongi wanted to see which of his little sluts would be better. Fuck was it heavenly for him.

“That’s enough. I have a doctor’s appointment with Jiminie,” Yoongi said, pulling out harshly from Joon’s mouth, making the adult man let out a desperate whine and a groan, turning into messy mumbles of please and I’ll be good-s. It was pathetic to say the least, but for Yoongi’s dick, Joon was more than willing to be the most pathetic slut of all time. He was slut for Yoongi and would always be.

“I’ll fuck you,” Yoongi said as he stared into Joon's teary eyes.

“But you must clean Jiminie. By the time I am done with you, you must also be done with cleaning him up. Can you do that for me, princess?” Yoongi asked, and Joon felt his eyes widen with excitement. He was down for anything, including the impossible. So, in response, he bent to low, as Hee widened his ass so Yoongi’ could see the way his boypussy was waiting for him.

“Thank you,” Joon said as Yoongi rammed into him and they both got to work. It was a little hard for Joon to play dress up with an unconscious child while he was being fucked senselessly. The walls probably ken his name by now; with the way he was getting so fucked mercilessly. It didn’t matter, though, because he was getting what he wanted.

“I love you,” Joon cried out when he came for the seventh time on the floor of the dressing room. Jiminie had long been dressed up and he was still unconscious on the table; the same table that Joon was bent over and was being fucked against. It was so beautiful, and Yoongi loved what he was seeing. Sure, he didn’t respond to Joon's confession and he always never did, but he knew that Joon’s ass was the best adult cunt he had ever fucked so damn well. He loved it too, and there was no denying it.

“Are you alright?” Yoongi asked when the clock struck five in the evening, and they hadn't gone for the appointment yet. Joon, on the other hand, was so close to losing his consciousness. He was fucked and ruined. He was covered in Yoongi’s cum from head to toe, something that he loved more than anything. He loved the way Yoongi always managed to mark him so beautifully. Granted, Yoongi wasn’t good at romantic confessions, but Joon knew he was loved by Yoongi. It was what he could go with anyway.

“One more round?” Joon asked, and Yoongi laughed at him softly.

“After I come from the doctor’s with Jiminie. I’ll fuck you like you deserve. For now, be a good darling and get some sleep for me, princess. I’ll be back,” Yoongi said as he pulled out of Joon’s torn ass. Yoongi had clawed him, ripped through him mercilessly, and Joon had taken it with grace like he was made to be ruined by Yoongi. He was not opposed to this and fuck was he the best of pets that Yoongi had ever had.

“I’ll see you soon then,” Joon smiled once Yoongi was dressed up and carrying Jiminie, along with the new clothes he had bought for Jiminie.

“Be a good boy, alright?” Yoongi teased, and Joon leaned in for a kiss, one that Yoongi didn’t deny.

He knew Yoongi never lied.

So, as Yoongi left with a smile on his face, Joon knew that his heaven had just started.

All this time, Jiminie was asleep.

“To the doctor's, my brave Jiminie,” Yoongi said softly when a familiar cab came for them at the mall entrance.

"The usual, sire?” the cab driver asked and Yoongi nodded, knowing damn well that he was going to let thee cab drive fuck Jiminie and the doctor too. But then it wasn’t his fault that Jiminie looked so beautiful when he was being stuffed by strangers, right?

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