Jimin, a single dad, has to fight his fears and insecurities to find his only remaining family, to be a good parent to his son, and to find love.
"Perhaps the truth was those two young hands,
those young hands
buried beneath the snow
and in the c...
He turns his back to me again, huffing. "no need for your smart mouth. You should just listen and say I'm right about everything." I chuckle, nuzzling my face in his hair to wipe the spit. "got it."
He turns around again, taking my hand to play with my fingers, pouting. "maybe...he became wealthy when I was sent away? he started from the bottom right? That's possible...right?" he's pleading, wanting to believe so badly that his father had a reason for not reaching out to him all these years.
I nod, kissing his puffy cheek. "of course baby...he must have spent many years of your childhood in prison and starting a business with a criminal record is not easy if not impossible." He sniffles, wiping his tears. "you...you're right but...but you're still dumb." I laugh at his cuteness, wanting to eat him like cotton candy. I don't think it's natural or healthy to fall in love this hard.
His pout suddenly turns into a grin, his eyes narrowing with a glint of mischief. "do you have a surgery tomorrow?" I raise an eyebrow. "I'm actually having the day off tomorrow cause joon wanted to go out...actually threatened me that he would convince you to replace me with his papa if I didn't."
I see that he's trying to keep his face straight to seem like a responsible parent but then fails and giggles, kissing my cheek. "I love this kid!"
I smile sideways, amused by his complete shift in mood. "did you have something in mind?" I wink at him suggestively and he rolls his eyes, still grinning. "first go check on joon and bring the baby monitor."
I chuckle and comply. We still have the baby monitor cause joon has nightmares and talks in his sleep occasionally, sometimes too scared to come to us after he wakes up...and it serves as other purposes too. like hearing him wake up and move cause of the sounds next room to him...
When I come back, he's sitting on the covers this time, his legs spread out on the bed with his hands between them, his eyes shining in excitement and cheeks flushed.
He looks adorable in only a baggy Tshirt which shows his bump, nothing underneath as he complains it's too hot though it's fall now, near winter.
I sit between his legs, happy that he can spread them so far. "do you have anything specific in mind?" he licks his lips, his cheeks glowing red in arousal...I can see him already hard, poking the Tshirt. "what do you wanna do?"
My heart rate picks up and I'm surrounded with endless possibilities though we're limited on certain acts cause of his condition.
I take a pillow and put in my lap, motioning for him to come forward. He squeals after seeing this...kinky baby. I know he likes to be spanked...too much. even if there's no reason and we're not doing a scene. Just for fun, you know? normal entertainment. so I do this when he's feeling down to cheer him up.
He carefully comes forward, situating himself so his stomach is on the pillow, his torso resting on his forarms, his ass in the air and knees parted. His shirt slips down his back, showing his round squishy ass. He's put on a little weight these past months and I love his squishy thighs and ass even more now.
He's shuddering in excitement as I run my hand along his spine, pulling his shirt up to rest under his forearms. I'm hard already at the thought of doing this to him and him enjoying it all the way.
It was a little hard for me to do these things with his condition, but after implicitly asking jinyoung and receiving a positive answer with a shit-eating grin, I'm 100 percent in.
He whines, wiggling his ass. "hurry!" I smirk at his whiny ass, hitting him without warning, harsh for the first smack. He jolts forward with a gasp, not prepared. I put my fingers through his hair, pulling at it till he's forced to keep his head up, his arms and knees shaking. He moans and winces when I tug at his hair, pushing his ass into my hand so I hit him again, hard and in the same place.
He lets out a broken moan, wanting to rest his head down but my hand won't let him, forcing him to stay up. "you've been so moody tonight baby...want me to beat the attitude out of you?"
He whines in response, arching his back even more. I love his dancer body...
I hit him three times in a row rapidly in the place he has a red handprint already and he shudders violently, squirming out of my reach. "too...too much!"
I try to keep my mean side in check, noticing the tears coming down his face. he doesn't seem upset; he usually tells me when he wants to stop or tone it down before it gets too much and that's what helps me feel comfortable doing these things with him.
I rub his sore cheek, leaning down and biting on the other. He gasps, rutting against the pillow under him. I want to spank him again for doing that but I hold back. He's been too upset tonight and I might make him cry for real.
So I get out from under him, adding a small pillow on the other one so he would be comfortable, getting behind him between his knees. I don't usually eat him out since my doctor's paranoia of bacteria keep me back at times but when he's fresh out of the shower and cleaned, I eat him like it's my last meal.
He's panting in anticipation, getting comfortable on the pillows while I grab his cheeks, parting them and licking him from his balls up to his hole, holding him steady as he moans and wiggles against me, rutting his hips again and I let him; he deserves this tonight.
"Yoongi...AH! Put it in already!" I chuckle, stoping licking him with my tongue lightly, forcing it in instead. He moans breathily, shivering and leaking precum on the bed and pillows. I put in a finger beside my tongue, massaging his prostate immediately. His hips jerk forward violently, a long drawn out moan coming out.
I slap the cheek that's not red yet, feeling a little overwhelmed and needing release myself, pushed too far and it's intense in my mind. "stay still fucking bitch!" he visibly flinches but moans quietly, stilling his hips, panting softly. "i...I'm sorry!" his voice is small and I'm taken out of my head in an instance, feeling dizzy, rubbing his lower back. "do you need to stop baby? You can always use your safewords."
He turns to look at me over his shoulder, his cheeks pink and his teary eyes hooded with the need to come. "n...no. just...don't call me that tonight." His lips are down in a frown and my heart skips a bit in panic; I crossed a line I didn't know about but should've. I've never degraded him with harsh words before cause I didn't know if he would be comfortable and honestly, I don't like to call him names unless I'm in too deep.
I nod at him, kissing his red cheek...face cheek. "of course...I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you, huh? Tell me what you want me to do."
He sits back on his heels, carefully moving until he's lying on his back, getting his head comfortable on a pillow, smiling at me cheekily. No trace of his frown left. "I wanna come three times." He grins, putting up three chubby fingers. I roll my eyes and he giggles, taking his shirt off and throwing it to my face. "better get to work. This dick is not gonna suck itself."
