You Promised, Daddy

The rest of the day went by in a blur for both the son and the father. By the time the day ended, the Min manor was filled with people ready to enjoy the evening and celebrate their friend. Yoongi knew this was harmless, perhaps that was why he let the servants come into the manor again. The kids seemed happy and it was pleasing really. Jiminie looked happy but he was looking around almost like he wanted something, or rather, someone.

Min Yoongi was in his office, trying to work while his son was out there having fun. He knew that while he wanted his son, he had to let the young Min grow up and interact with his friends. He could always have his time with his son later on. And perhaps that was also why he waited till the party ended and the kids left to go home. It was no secret that the kids in Jiminie school were filthy rich and all had drivers waiting to take them home.

Frankly, it was something that made Yoongi glad, because when the last of the kids and the servants left the manor, Yoongi rushed to the gates himself, and locked them. He didn't have the time and energy to be started or act all coy around his slutty son. He then walked back to the house, and locked the door, making sure to dim the lights so people would think they were sleeping it off after the intense party. It wasn't surprising anyway. However, when Min Yoongi opened the door, he saw a deadly sin standing there in the palace of his beautiful boy.

"What?" Yoongi breathed as he took in the sight before him. His Jiminie was standing there seductively with his hair in a righty ponytail that he turned into a bun while his father watched with his jaw on the floor.

The young boy was wearing a strapless French maiden outfit that barely covered his cunt, and white lace stockings that reached mid his thigh. The boy's breasts were threatening to fall for the outfit he was wearing. Jiminie's tiny hands were also strategically placed, almost like he was a mannequin for his father. His right middle finger was in his mouth, while his left hand was settled on his groin, dripping with slick that didn't seem to bother the son.

"Papa... I missed you... so, so much," Jiminie whined as he walked to his father, while changing his slick-covered hands agonizingly slowly. It was almost like he was doing this to torture his father and boy it was working, because the father just stood there in shock as he tried to comprehend what was happening.

Jiminie looked hot as hell and Yoongi's mind was mushy for a movement. He didn't know if he wanted to keep his baby boy as a pet or if he wanted to just watch his son looking like a fallen angel. Oh, he was cute as hell. And now that Yoongi stared at his son, he could see that his Jiminie was wearing red matte lipstick that outlined his perfect plump lips and made him a seductress in form.

"Jiminie–" Yoongi forced out when his son reached him, and instantly pulled down his pajamas, revealing the big dick that the kid had been yearning for the whole evening. He loved that his daddy didn't wear any boxers because then it would have taken a little longer.

"I told you not to fuck anyone at work, papa," Jiminie said softly, as he held his father's hard length in his tiny hands, his hands assessing the thick girth staring at him. The boy knelt on the ground so his father's dick was staring at him right in the face. Jiminie could see the precum dripping from his father's tip and he loved it. He loved how his daddy was always ready for him to take and to fuck him. It was a pretty sight for a pretty boy and Yoongi knew he loved it.

"Why don't you check for yourself, baby?" Yoongi said, his voice strained as his baby stared at his shaft, assessing the long pink length that had reddened at the tip.

"Of course, papa," Jiminie said as he began to gently stroke his father up and down, while his lips were attached to his father's balls.

He could feel Yoongi's length twitch in his hands and the boy smirked as he kissed his father's balls. He then let out his pink tongue and ran it on his father's balls, twirling them on his tongue like he wanted to do more than just lick. He was gentle, so very gentle and it was driving Yoongi nuts, even as he tried to reach his hand on his son. However, Jiminie gave his father a look that told Yoongi that his hands needed to stay away just for a moment longer.

The boy watched as his father's hands shook, while he tried to hold himself black and do what his dear son wanted. It was a tempting position and Yoongi had to force his back on the door, because if he didn't, then he would falter and fall, and he wasn't sure he could handle whatever the hell his baby would want to do with his dick. He loved that Jiminie was in control. It always reminded him that he was raising a good boy who knew what he wanted and one who could take what he wanted without hesitation.

"Baby," Yoongi forced out when he saw his baby lick his tip gently, before Jiminie took just a little of his light into his mouth, while his tiny hands held onto Yoongi's shaft, as if to guide the thick dick into his mouth.

He wasn't greedy tonight, almost elated to have the time of his life with his father. Jiminie was fucking with his father's brains, even as he looked up and Yoongi from below, their eyes hooded with lust and desire for more. Thankfully they were alone and the party was over, because this would really be awkward.

"What is it, papa?" Jiminie asked when he released his father's tip from his mouth with a pop sound, making the father groan in pleasure. His child was killing him softly and he was slowly losing his patience. However, he knew he had to wait it out. After all, tomorrow he was sure his baby would be going to school, especially given how wild the party had been.

"I have a gift for you, baby,"