章 6: Taught The Hand That Taught The Bride
That night, Yoongi knew he couldn't keep his promise to his baby. He had wanted so badly to come and fuck him in the night, but watching what his wife did to their son made him feel terrible for the boy. His ass was swollen, his cunt spent, and most definitely hurting from the countless orgasms both parents had pulled out of him.
For a baby that delicate, Jiminie was strong, and relief was the prize his father had for him then. It wasn't a lot for the kid, but it was something that Jiminie deserved for being patient and adorable as always.
"Yeobo," Yoongi heard his wife whisper in the night when he was trying to sleep. He may have decided against going to his son, but that didn't mean the sight he had witnessed would give him any peace. If anything, he was as hard as ever, thoughts filled with a crying Jiminie, a choking Jiminie, a fucked-up Jiminie. At that moment, Yoongi wondered what it would be like if he went and fucked him again, but he couldn't. He had promised himself that he would listen to his son's body, even if Jiminie wanted more. He couldn't just ruin it like that.
"Oh… Yeobo," Yoongi heard again, and this time, he felt a hand on his boxers. This wasn't what he had anticipated for tonight and it was more than obvious with the way he had stilled instantly. His wife was feeling as hot as he was, which was interesting, after what he had seen her do, but he wasn't about to object.
So, he feigned sleep, waiting to see what his wife would do. He had just learned that the woman he had married was kinky as fuck and he still didn't know what to do with that information. Honestly, no matter how kinky his wife would get, there was never going to be a day when she would be a match for his Jiminie… their Jiminie… Oh, they were screwed.
"Yoongiah…" his wife pleaded in earnest, her voice soft and needy as she pulled the bands of his boxers and pulled out his dick that was harder than the endless times he had fucked Jiminie. It was a throbbing thick dick, one so long and huge that got his wife salivating.
By law, this belonged to her, but by nature and desire, this dick had shaped the insides of their son in ways more than once to the point that it always was ready for Jiminie at any point in time.
"Damn you for sleeping when I'm feeling this bothered," his wife cursed and he smirked in the dark. He knew how she always liked her pleasure and her attempt at somnophilia was frustrating the hell out of her. But even that made Yoongi a little too excited. This was more than thrilling for him and he definitely didn't mind being used.
'Take what you need, Yeobo,' Yoongi thought to himself, hoping to the goddess that his wife would have the courage to get on with it for both their sakes. Of course, he wasn't sure he had ever heard his wife this desperate, but then if this was a first, he had to be patient and wait it out.
'Do it,' Yoongi pushed, in his mind, eleven thighs he knew that his words would mean nothing if they were never spoken out loud. Or maybe could do something that would help his wife out, right? But was he even feeling this generous when she had ruined his chances of fuckin their son tonight? Was it something he wanted to explore with her or was this just an attempt at getting the relief that they both needed?
As he put his ideas to theory, Yoongi turned to face the other side of the bed, before he groaned, tossed a few times, and finally settled on laying on his back. It was a test for his wife because he needed to see what the woman could do. Or if the woman he married could be useful when he needed her the most. But then what if his wife didn't try anything, would Yoongi take matters into his own hands?
"Oh fuck," Yoongi heard his wife whimper and that was also how he knew that she had fallen into the trap he had laid for the both of them. He felt the covers on him get pushed to the side, and her hands roam over his boxers. He was still hard, and he was clearly wet, if the squelching sounds he was hearing were anything to go by.
She wanted him, and all she had to do was take what was hers, after all, he was her husband. He was the one who could give this to her. He was the one who had shaped her insides too, and he was going to have to help her out this time too, right? Surely it wasn't as bad as she thought it was, no?
A few squelches here and there, and Yoongi heard her hover over him, careful not to wake him.
The bedside lamp was off, which meant that his wife was struggling to get what she wanted, in the dark, hoping that her senses would guide her. Carefully she straddled him, positioning her cunt over his clothed dick, something that got Yoongi almost letting out a groan. He had assumed she was wet, hell he had heard how wet she was for him, but he hadn't imagined she would be THAT wet.
She was dripping.
'I'm screwed,' Yoongi thought to himself when he got the first rub of her bare cunt over his clothed hard dick.
She had settled well… so damn well that he almost let out a groan again at the way she was trying so hard not to wake him. The weight of her body was something Yoongi longed for in the night, but he couldn't press her to him just yet.
He had to let her get comfortable, even if he was certain he would burst from the desire and urge to grab her and fuck her senseless… more like to punish her for taking that which was his. Jiminie was his to fuck and nothing more. There was never supposed to be a debate about that, and then there were chances that there wasn't ever going to be a debate on it, Yoongi couldn't help but to push his wife for that.
"I need you, Yoongiah," his wife whined needily as she rode his dick.
Somewhere along the way, all her thoughts and mindfulness had left her brain because she had sat on him, riding him like this was the best thing she could have done, she was high on desire and want for the man who had managed to get her right where he wanted her. All this time, Yoongi didn't open his eyes, nor did he try to move his hands. If anything, he was snoring, a little too loudly like he always does on the nights he had the flu. That did twin brother his wife today, and he definitely wouldn't what about it tomorrow?
"Yeobo…" Yoongi groaned 'sleepily' as his wife rode him.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart… I just need you to fuck into me, or I fuck myself on you, please," his wife whined and Yoongi ignored her. He was adamant on making her feel like she was fucking him while he was asleep. That was all he wanted her to feel, but the moment she came on his boxers, Yoongi almost lost his mind. He knew that he was a goner. He could feel the wetness covering him, and how she wasn't stopping. He could hear the way she was slapping her full breasts together, the clapping sound so loud, but not as loud to wake Jiminie up… thankfully.
"I need you."
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