Only For You, Papa

"Papa please, help me," Jiminie begged as he rubbed his chest against Yoongi's chest, allowing his father to feel just how swollen his breasts were and how needy he was for his father's touch and lips. The son then took his father's unoccupied hand and put it under his shirt, guiding his father's hand to his breasts that were leaking. He was desperate for a release on all fronts. His cunt was leaking slick, his ass was pulsing with desire, his mouth wanted to be filled and his breasts were throbbing. He wanted his father in ways more than one and he wasn't ashamed to beg for it.

"Such a needy slut, aren't you?"

"Only for you papa," Jiminie said as he roughly rubbed his hands on his father's groin.

"I told you to strip earlier, son. Why are you still dressed?" Yoongi whispered as he bit his son's lower lip, squeezing one of his breasts while pushing his son into the wall as if there was any more space left between his son and the wall.

"I wanted you to do it, papa. I like it when you undress me," Jiminie said with a blush, and Yoongi didn't waste any time. He tore his son's shirt, revealing the full breasts that were now leaking. Yoongi smashed his lips against his son's lips, kissing him for a slight second before he brought both hands to Jiminie's full breasts, squeezing them together and bringing them to his lips.

Yoongi loved it when his son leaked, so he didn't hesitate to take the nipples into his mouth, suckling like they had the milk of life. He loved the sweet taste of his son's milk and he loved the way his son moaned with every suck, nibble, and kiss to his breasts. It was a beautiful sight for the father who was like a hungry man at the moment.

"Tell me, baby, did Jiminie take the lactation drugs again?" Yoongi asked as he looked up at his son, whose face was flushed with desire and want.

"Yes, daddy... For you," Jiminie whined when his father took his nipples in his mouth again, playing with them till they were erect and sore. The young boy wanted more. He wanted his father to touch him and use him and so he begged, again.

"Use me, papa, please," Jiminie begged.

Yoongi didn't say a word to his son, instead his hands cupped his son's breasts, squeezing them, forcing the milk down his son's beautiful milky body. He then left a trail of kisses on Jiminie's body, making his way down to his son's cunt.

"You shaved?" Yoongi asked when he saw his son's clean mound.

"I wanted to be ready any time for daddy's cock," Jiminie whispered defeatedly when he felt his father tear his skirt and his lace, before placing his lips on Jiminie's clit. Yoongi was slowly losing control and he knew it. He had been fighting against fucking his son in the dressing room but then all of it seemed to be headed in the wrong direction, because here he was, kissing his son's mound.

Earlier when he was fingering his son, Yoongi had been doing that with the lace tight that his son wore under his skirt, but now, he was done holding back. He couldn't, especially given the uncomfortable state his cock was in at the moment. Yoongi pulled his hands from his son's breasts and grabbed Jiminie's ass, pulling his son's bare cunt to his face.

He was currently kneeling on the floor while his son was still leaning on the walls of the room. There was a mirror on the side, one that Yoongi hadn't noticed until now and when he did, Jiminie smiled gracefully like he had a dream to be fulfilled. Yoongi could tell what was going on in his son's head so he didn't hesitate to turn his son, so that Jiminie was facing the mirror, the same mirror that could let him see his Jiminie's reaction.

"Such a beautiful boy you are, my Jiminie. So so beautiful," Yoongi whispered as he kissed his son's clit, peppering kisses at the slick-covered clit that he had finger fucked earlier. Now that he looked at it, Yoongi loved what he had done.

His son's pink clit was red and looked sore, but he didn't care, even as he plunged his fingers into his son again, without hesitation or even preparation. But there was no preparation needed because his son was wet already. The father didn't hold back his groans as his son came undone on his hands, while he licked Jiminie's slick. He sucked on Jiminie's clit like it was his saving grace, continuously fucking his son with his fingers and giving him long licks on his cunt.

"More... papa, moreee..." Jiminie cried out as he squirmed against his father's lips. The pleasure was becoming unbearable but even then the son was begging for more. He needed to be filled up by his papa, so when his father's long tongue joined his fingers in his son's cunt, Jiminie was a goner. He had lost count of the number of times he had orgasmed from his father's tongue and fingers, but his sweaty face staring back at him in the mirror was enough to make the son understand what pleasure really was... Until Yoongi pulled back suddenly without warning.

"Papa, no.... Please, fuck me. Please, fill me up," Jiminie begged and Yoongi just cycled before he stripped from head to toe, and soon enough he was standing in front of his son.

"Make papa proud, son," Yoongi said before he pulled his son to his crotch, and thrusted his long shaft into his open mouth that had been begging to be filled for some time now.

Jiminie didn't waste any time wrapping his lips around his father's shaft, even though he knew his father's long cock could puncture his throat. He wanted this, he loved it like that, which could explain why he was already fucking himself with his father's cock. Feeling himself in his son's mouth, Yoongi couldn't hold back anymore. So, he thrust faster and harder, as his son's eyes widened, and tears fell down his Jiminie's eyes.

"Take it like the slut you are for me."