Looks Like An Angel… But I Got Wise [1]

"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.