Kapitel 7: Both Our Eyes Lock To The Tide
"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…"
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