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The sun was out in full force, so most people were out enjoying it to the fullest. Spring was finally here, the windows were thrown open, and JM was sunning herself in the little nook near the broad bay windows at her parents’ house.

Like most people, her parents were out for the day doing whatever parent-aged people did. She didn’t think they were golfing or anything, but, certainly something out in the sunshine and surrounded by people. They’d offered her to join, but she’d declined.

And now, the house was all hers. They’d be gone until sundown at least, or if her dad’s ‘don’t wait up’ was any indication, much later than that even.

So, like a normal person… Jimin was snooping. Room after room, she opened drawers, shuffled into closets, even stuck her hand in a few shoes just to see if they were hiding anything.

Nothing.

At least, not until she hit the master bedroom, crawled on her belly with thighs squeaking on the hardwood floor, reaching for a box that was shoved in the middle against the wall.

“Jackpot” she huffed, sitting up with her legs spread to open her prize.

It was just a shoebox, but it looked well-worn. Like the box itself had been opened and closed often. She carefully flipped open the lid and saw… Well, a waterproof bag. Black and shiny, with a drawstring bag that was cinched with a single knot.

She quickly tugged the knot open, dumping out he object inside and gasped.

It was a cock. Well, a fake cock, and judging by the little stem piece that sticks out of the base it’s a vibrating fake cock.

And it’s absolutely massive. It’s incredibly detailed to boot, with thick veins winding down the sides and a bulbous head that almost shines it’s so smooth. Her mouth waters, pussy clenching in her shorts. It’s so wide, it doesn’t look like it could fit in a pussy let alone feel good.

Then there’s the balls, that hang below the shaft, heavy and round. They add so much extra weight to the toy.

“Fuck” She whispers, nipples already pebbling as the idea forms in her head. She licks her lips and bolts to the adjoining bathroom, quickly squirting soap all over the toy and massaging it around before rinsing it off in water so hot it almost scalds her. She runs it over the toy for a while, to be sure.

Then, tip-toeing to her own bedroom, toy in hand, she quickly slips out of her shorts and panties, leaning up against her headboard with her legs bent and spread. Her pussy kissing the air has her clenching, slick oozing out of her hole in anticipation.

As she taps the head against her cunt, just to get the feel of it, she moans at the still-warm contact. If she closes her eyes, she can imagine it’s a real cock for a moment. Eager to get it inside her, she spreads her labia with one hand and nudges the toy at her entrance with the other.

She presses, but can’t even get the head in, so she sighs and bears down, opening her hole more. The very very tip starts to press at her insides, so she pulls it away and repeats it, spreading her slick wetness all over the head as she does. She tries again and again, to no avail. Not even the head.

Thirty minutes go by and Jimin is sweating now, cunt vaguely sore from trying to push the head of this toy inside. She ends up on her hands and knees, one arm laid beneath her body, holding the toy firm as she sinks herself down on it. She bounces a little, letting gravity do its job and ohhh that works.

With a sharp gasp, the head squeezes inside her. It sticks there, not pushing any further, and clinging like glue from the inside when she tries to pull it out. She swallows her panic, rolling her hips gently and grasping at her breast with her free hand, trying to relax.

She rocks up and down, bouncing her weight on the toy a bit, forcing it in centimeter by centimeter with each bounce. It’s pressing on all sides now, impossibly full, and she thinks she must surely be at the base now. She has to tug uncomfortably to pull it out.

When she does, she feels heat curl in her belly at the wetness on the shaft… She barely got the head in. She hadn’t even started on the shaft. With a shaky sigh, she sets it down and reaches over to her nightstand, grabbing the sweet apple scented lube. She just needed a little more oomph.

Slicking the toy and wiping the excess all over her own pussy, she quickly leans forward to all fours once more and presses the head to her hole. This time, it slips in considerably easier, even if it still feels incredibly full. She feels the pop of the wide head slipping inside and moans softly.

Carefully, she bounces again. With every bounce, her weight shifts further down the now-slicked shaft, feeling heavy as it splits her cunt on all sides. Not one ordinarily to enjoy getting off to just penetration, she can’t help but moan louder at the feeling of this toy, because…

It’s stretching her little cunt so obnoxiously wide, much more than she is used to, that it’s actually putting pressure directly on her clit. The hood of her clit is taut, a steady pressure with every downward bounce, followed by slight relief as she lifts herself.

After several minutes, she feels the hint of the balls touching her labia and she pauses, swirling her hips to revel in the fullness. Leaning back to rest on her hip and elbow, one leg bracing her body against the wall, she reaches down to gently tug the toy out partially.

Fucking it back in slowly, she moans again, slick seeping out beneath it, cooling against her asshole. She tries fucking it quickly but it causes a friction burn from how tightly her cunt clings to the toy, so she focuses on long, languid strokes.

With every sharp flick of her wrist, forearm muscles rippling, the heavy toy punches something sweet inside her. It takes no time at all for the sound of her cunt to amplify, drooling and eager and so fucking ready to cum. She slowly angles towards that feeling deep inside and snaps her wrist harder.

“Oh… oh fuck…. oh my guh…fuh….kkkkk” She moans, hips rolling to meet the thrusts, slick slaps from the heavy, heavy balls slapping against her skin loud in the room.

Feeling over-confident, she drops one finger down to the base and presses it until the vibration turns on. The effect is immediate is a fiery ache that presses against her pelvis from the inside out. She feels like she’s being punched right in her uterus in the best way possible.

“Nnnng fuck… yes… oh god…. oh fuck”

She moans, head falling back to rest on her shoulder, face hot and pink, sweat curling the hairs at the base of her neck. The vibration setting is still just on low, the very first level, a constant hum joining the cacophony of obscene sounds in the room. Her chest heaves, breath coming in waves.

The fire turns to ice on her body just as her orgasm crashes over her, prickling her body until the hair stands up, cunt squeeeeezing the toy until it almost hurts as it convulses around the girth. Her thighs wiggle as they jerk and tremble of their own accord until she presses the toy to turn it off.

That extra pressure on the toy while it’s inside of her has her clenching around it again, definitely that side of painful stimulation. She’s so sensitive she can’t remove it yet, hand falling away as she lets her head fall to a pillow to catch her breath.

By the time she can fathom moving the toy, it’s cemented inside of her. Her cunt is gripping it like it will die without that heavy weight inside, so she has to refuck herself with it just to get it loosened and able to tug it out of her sopping sticky cum-wet pussy.

She finally gets it out and tosses it down, cold air rushing to her now-gaping hole.

Hearing her parents pull up in the driveway was possibly the worst nightmare come true as she hurries to quickly rinse her mess off the toy, pat it dry, and fling it back in the box in her parents’ bedroom, kicking the box back under the bed in a rush.

If they notice her flushed face and frantic pulse, or the sweat clinging all over her body still, they say nothing. Not even when they leave the next day for a “double date with this nice older couple we met”.

So, of course she reaches for the toy again. She had the best fuck of her life thanks to that toy, and she’s eager to see if it could fit more easily this time. She repeats the same process, this time saving time and slicking it up with her apple lube right away and slipping it in fairly easily.

The stretch is delicious, the pressure is just right, and my god she’s really close to stealing this from her mother and pretending she knows absolutely nothing. She deserves this good of a dick in her life, even if it is fake.

As she comes down from her orgasm this time, she takes the extra few minutes to carefully wash the toy thoroughly, inspecting it as she does. She’s half marveling and half looking for some kind of brand name so she can buy her own… surely she can figure out the model if she just knows the maker.

Her fingers rub against faint raised bumps near the balls at the base. Turning it to the light, she squints and reads.

‘Clone-a-willy’

Jimin frowns, wondering what that-

Oh.

Oh

Oh no. Oh hell no.

No no no no no.

Leaden ice drops right in her gut, damn near close to the spot that toy has hit inside her. Repeatedly, now. Clone a willy. clone a willy meaning someone cloned their willy. And her mom had it. Her mom used it and kept it in her sex box under her bed. The bed she shared with her husband.

Jimin's father.

“Oh my fucking god” Jimin drops it in the sink and lunges for the tub, stomach twisting and mouth souring like she’s going to puke. Nothing comes, but she feels the lurch as she looks back at the offending toy. Because if her mom is using a dick-clone, in her marital bed, that could only mean…

That her father is the willy that was cloned.

And that cloned willy she was just fucking her cunt open with… was her father’s.

Unbidden, her father’s dimpled grin crashes into her mind’s eye as she looks at the toy laying in the sink, cock-head pointed right at her like he was fucking standing there with his dick out.

Numb, she returns the toy to the bag, knots it once like she found it, then carefully slides the toy back under the bed. She doesn’t hear the footsteps approaching behind her and even when she stands up, clad only in a t-shirt (No bra) and panties, she still doesn’t realize someone is in the room with her.

“Find anything interesting Minie?” her father’s deep voice echoes in the room.

Jimin turns around and gasps, staring at his face as he leans his broad body, arms crossed, on the door frame to his bedroom. The bedroom she was just kneeled on the floor of. An incriminating flush spreads all over her as her mouth goes dry.

“I-”

She blinks, staring at her father. She can’t even think of an excuse, or an answer, or move or anything because as he stands there, all big and buff and imposing… All she can think about is how it felt to have his dick inside her.

Jimin makes a noise involuntarily, something caught between a moan and a whine, thighs squeezing together tightly as heat and slick wetness curls out of her pussy. She’s staring right into her father’s eyes while she can still feel the cavernous memory of his cock inside her.

She feels it, broad and wide and now empty, that space his cock carved inside her cunt. She whines again, body shivering under the pressure.

NJ smirks and, though it might be her imagination, seems to let his eyes drift slowly down her body… right to her panties… the panties she was soaking through the longer she stood there in his presence.

“D-Daddy I-” She shivers, voice soft.

“Yes, baby? Can Daddy help you with something?”

Three things happen next.

1. Jimin realizes she is now irrevocably sexually attracted to her own father… or, his dick at least.

2. Jimin rushes to the bathroom and bends in half over the toilet to empty her stomach at the thoughts she can’t shake of her own fucking father.

3. When Namjoon comes up behind her, reaching to lift her hair and grasp it in a loose ponytail with one hand, his body is warm against her side… where she feels a now-familiar weight pressing against her barely-clothed ass.

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When Namjoon suggested they all take a family vacation, Jimin was thrilled. She’d cooped herself up for weeks after that incident, too ashamed to face either of her parents after what she’d done.

She had not only snooped in their room, used her mom’s sex toy that was apparently modeled after her own father’s dick, but she had enjoyed it… And worse?

She couldn’t stop thinking about it. Yearning for it.

Every single time she heard her parents in the house, she was hit by a truck load of feelings, each more conflicting than the last. Her dad’s voice made her think of his cock against her hip.

But when she heard her mom’s voice, she was hit with guilt. Guilt on guilt and a little bit of envy because fuck she got to feel the real thing? All the time?

Jimin wiggled in the back seat of the car, adjusting as her panties dampened predictably. Every single time she thought about that toy and what it was made from, she ached to feel it again.

Risking a glance up, her eyes met Namjoon's in the rear view mirror and she could swear she saw him smirk before he looked back at the road and slid a broad hand over Yoongi's thigh, squeezing it tightly.

Jimin watched, lips pursed, as her mother’s hand clasped over top of his and squeezed it back. She found herself wondering if her dad had ever had his hand just like that, but a few inches over…

Had he ever finger-fucked her mom in this car, while driving? She fidgeted again, hands coming down to squeeze between her own thighs as she inhaled and looked out at the scenery flashing by.

She’d come to terms with the fact that she was having these thoughts about her dad. About him touching her, whispering things in her ear in that commanding voice of his. She’s fucked herself on her fingers thinking about it.

She’s also cried the whole time because that’s her dad what the fuck is wrong with her. She wasn’t even using the toy to have an excuse.

Jimin had started pouting without realizing it. Yoongi noticed as she glanced back and reached a hand over to touch her knee.

“Sweetie? You okay back there? We can stop for a potty break soon, if you need?”

“Nah, m’okay mom. Just… eager to be on the beach…” ‘And away from reminders of that stupid big cock you are married to and have a spare of’ she finishes mentally, legs rubbing together anxiously.

Two hours later and Yoongi was lounging on a large chair, toes buried in the cool sand, wearing every possible option of skin-hiding clothing she could wear. Except her legs, which Namjoon had generously applied sunscreen to for her.

While making direct eye contact with Jimin just a few feet away.

“Jimin honey, would you like some help with your sunscreen too?”

Jimin looked away immediately, thighs squeezing together. “No”

Yoongi's voice called out “Yah! No what?” and then mumbled under her breath about ‘ungrateful brats’ and ‘no respect these days’.

Namjoon's face was pinched in restrained laughter as he met Jimin's gaze and winked. WINKED?

Jimin swallowed hard, scrambling up to her feet. She practically ran to the waterline, gasping at the cool water on her already warm skin, before stepping as far in as she could and sinking down to her neck in the salty sea.

She sat there, scrunched up, imagining herself a little seaweed for a while as the little waves pushed her back and forth. She’s jerked away back to reality when she hears her mother’s giggle nearby.

When she turns to look, she watches as her dad scoops her mom up easily, then carries her into the waist-high water. Yoongi giggles further, arms wrapping around Namjoon's shoulders and neck to pull him for a kiss.

Jimin watches, lips parted… With her mother’s back to her, she can easily slot herself into that spot… Arms around Namjoon, her father, while his wrap around her thighs to hold her against him.

Her eyes rake over her father’s form, especially as the waves lap at his thighs and wet his white swim shorts. Each wave crests a little bit higher, slicking the cloth down to his skin, forcing it to cling to his form.

Namjoon dunks Yoongi's butt into the water, laughing as she scolds him, before kissing her again and pressing her against his body as hard as he can. His hands squeeze at her plump ass cheeks with a broad-handed grip.

And then she’s tapping his shoulder, whispering something to him that causes his face to fall slightly before he kisses her sweetly and lets her down on the sand. She returns to her chair, sunglasses and hat pulled down, lotioning her legs and hands.

Jimin glances back towards her dad, who is still in the water. She watches him surreptitiously as he wades a little deeper, dunks himself, and comes up with hands in his wet hair. Her mouth waters as she takes in the way his clothes cling to him.

Like tightly wrapped extra skin, wrinkled across his body. Her belly twists when she sees the half-flagged erection bump right at his waist, plumped but not hard anymore.

She knows what that looks like hard. She’s felt what that feels like hard. She bites her lips and stares, wishing she could see what it looks like hard. What the real thing looks like, feels like, tastes like.

She has to glance away, chest heaving slightly, but when she glances back she meets Namjoon's gaze and gasps. He quirks a brow at her in question so she shakes her head, wraps her arms around herself, and dives forward into the water.

When she comes up for air, she tugs her bathing suit up her hips and bounces gently in the water, relishing the contrast between the warm sun and cooler water. She hums, throwing her head back with her eyes closed and just enjoys herself.

She bobs with the water, the sound of the waves fading like a meditative drone. When she blinks her eyes open, cheeks and shoulders warm and pink, she looks around herself to get oriented again.

The beach is still largely empty, their family the only one for a good distance. Her mom is still lounging in the chair, feet up, hat pulled down now to cover her face while she probably naps.

Namjoon is still at the water’s edge, feet and butt kissed by the waves with every breath of the ocean. He’s watching the horizon, eyes coming to land on Jimin every now and then. When she notices, she blushes even pinker and looks away.

He smiles, waiting for her to inevitably look back. When she does, he lifts both of his brows and licks at his lips, sucking one into his mouth momentarily before it releases with tooth indentations.

Jimin's drawn to the image, wondering how his teeth would feel on her flesh now too. Would he bite hard? Would he bite as hard as his dick would be if he were-

She shivers, lowering herself into the water to cover her hard nipples. But not before Namjoon can spot them, grinning wolfishly. His heart is beating every bit as hard as hers is. He’s not stupid, he knows what she found in their room.

He knows she played with it. He knows she knows it was made from him. He knows. It’s shameful, the way he knows and doesn’t feel the least bit bad about it. Doesn’t feel bad at all that he’s been jerking off to the thought of it since.

Even now, watching her in the water in her own little world, he knows he should feel bad. He knows he should look away, back to the horizon line. But his eyes are just drawn right back to her form, bobbing in the water.

The way her nipples are tight, pressing out against her swimsuit. The way even her hips aren’t enough to keep the bottoms up when she stands up in the water, and her cute little fingers have to tug them back up.

The way that motion presses the soaking cloth right up against her ass, hugging it, teasing him with the view of two precious peaches ripe for the picking. He hums to himself, biting his lip again, as he wonders if she’s a virgin?

No, she couldn’t take his dick, even the dildo form, if she was. No way in hell. But then… why would she even need the toy? Surely, if she was active, she’d have men lining down the block begging for a single chance. One shot.

Namjoon knows he would. He turns to look at his wife, her mother, content that she is asleep by the way one hand falls from her very covered body to the chair. He glances down the beach as he looks around, before looking back to Jimin.

She’s floating again, on her stomach now. He doesn’t even lament the loss of those pretty nipples and plush belly because when she floats this way, it’s all ass and hips and that sweet little back-thigh spot he aches to taste.

He wants to bite it, wants to spank it especially. Wants to make it look pretty and purple for him because purple has always been her colour. Slowly, he lowers one hand to cup at himself, squeezing softly… adjusting his soft length.

His fingers cup at his balls, palm pressed against the head of his cock, rotating in circles. He stays that way, slowly fondling himself to half-hardness as he watches Jimin float. His legs spread, body angles towards her subconsciously.

There’s a thrill in him each time her face comes up for air, more when she rolls over with twist of her pretty hips to float on her back again. Her skin glistens in the sun and he finds himself squeezing a little harder… moving a little more purposely.

His balls are tight against his body, the water lapping at them like a soft caress. As his cock stiffens to full hardness, he leans back a little, lets the sun warm his trunks, hand still moving against his shaft.

Jimin suddenly dunks herself in the water and sits up, blinking around herself again. Namjoon doesn’t stop touching himself this time. He lets her see the hungry gaze he has trained on her wet body and the way his hand clearly pets his cock.

When she doesn’t look away, he licks his lips and spreads his legs a little more. He gives her a good view as he scoots forward, his trunks hugging tight around the form of his stiff cock as he pushes two fingers around it and pushes it forward.

Jimin stares. She can’t look away. Her throat is suddenly very dry. Parched. Sandpaper at best. She glances to Yoongi and back to Namjoon with something like fear on her face, but still… she stares. She watches her daddy tease his cock on the beach.

Her thighs clench as Namjoon scoots down, down into the water until his waist is mostly covered by ocean. He wades closer to her, closer to where she’s absolutely frozen because this is obviously a dream. Or a nightmare.

“Hey kitten” He says, voice low and crackly.

“D-daddy” She greets him, looking up at his face before glancing down and then away.

He laughs, stroking himself in his briefs below the waterline where she can’t see. He pulls his cock out, right over the waistband and grins… she still can’t see. His cock, his bare cock is inches from her bare skin and she has no idea.

His own daughter is almost naked right next to him. Her mother is asleep, no one else is near… He knows she wants him. He knows it. But he doesn’t know if she’d act on it.

So he moves behind her, using both hands to keep her turned towards the beach when she tries to turn and watch him.

“Keep forward sweetheart” He whispers in her ear as he comes up behind her “Don’t you think you’ve watched Daddy long enough? Hmm?”

Jimin gasps, moving to argue but he hushes her quickly.

“Shhh. Daddy knows what you found, kitten. Found mommy’s toy, didn’t you?” He whispers, hand returning below the water to his cock to stroke it slowly as he goads his sweet daughter into feeling guilty.

“You know what that toy is, too… Don’t you?”

Jimin gasps again, nodding and wrapping her arms up around herself to hide her pert nipples as they prickle and squeeze to life.

“Say it” Namjoon says “Say it… What is mommy’s favourite toy made from?”

Jimin shivers, nipples and pussy tightening at the husky sound of her dad’s voice right at the nape of her neck. She feels his trunks against the back of her thighs, feels the heat from his body.

“Y-you… it’s… It’s made from you D-Daddy”

“Mhmm” Namjoon grins as he plants a soft kiss to her pinkened shoulder, eyes roaming the beach for any viewers “You liked it, didn’t you? Feeling Daddy inside you?”

“Wha-I didn’t I… I didn’t! I didn’t I d-don’t know what-”

“Hush kitten. It’s okay, Daddy isn’t mad. See?” He says, pushing his hips forward to press his bare cock against her ass. She moans involuntarily before clapping two wet hands over her mouth in horror.

Namjoon chuckles, bringing both of his hands to her hips to pull her against him and grind back against her bottom.

“Daddy’s not mad at all sweetheart. In fact, I could make you one of your own if you want. Would you like that? Your very own Daddy-cock to fuck yourself with every night?”

“Nnnn” Jimin whines, shivering again. “D-daddy please… M-mom is right there”

“Oh, is that what’s stopping you? Sweet girl… Mommy’s asleep. It’s okay. Even if she weren’t, what would she think? I’m just hugging my best girl on the best vacation hmm?”

Jimin bites her lip as another moan threatens to escape, legs squeezing together. But she doesn’t protest. She feels the way her pussy seeps the slick that begs for her Daddy’s cock again. It’s so slippery beneath the water.

She focuses on her breathing, trying to look normal in the water with her Daddy’s cock wedged between her ass cheeks. But when his big hands tug her a little deeper, until the water is at her belly button, then glide in front to cup at her pussy…

She loses her tentative grasp on her sanity.

“O-oh! Fuck… Da-Daddy please n-no… we… we can’t.”

“Hush kitten… Lemme show you what the whole Daddy can give you”

“Fuck” Jimin whines, shaking with adrenaline.

Beneath the water, Namjoon's hands slide beneath her swimsuit bottoms, one large finger slipping between her folds. She inhales sharply and holds a breath, legs parting involuntarily to allow him room to move.

He kisses her shoulder, then her neck, holding her close with one hand firmly locked on her hip as the other glides up and down her pussy. When he dips his finger inside, she chokes trying to gasp even more air into her lungs, coughing.

He holds her through it, slowly fucking a finger inside her rhythmically. He combines it with gentle thrusting of his cock between her cheeks, and just when she thinks she can handle this, he moves his hand from her hip.

He slides her bottoms down, exposing her fully to the ocean water and his cock.

“Been thinking of this pussy, sweetheart… D’you know how many times I’ve cum to the thought of it since I came home that day? Fuck” He curses, groaning against the nape of her neck with hot breath.

“Fuck, kitten. The things you’ve been doing to Daddy and you don’t even realize.”

“W-what?” Jimin's hips swivel against him, despite her shock and general fear of discovery.

“Wanted to pick you up and sit you right down on my lap… Wanted to watch you ride Daddy until your legs gave out”

“Fuck” Jimin curses under her breath, body sagging against her father’s.

Namjoon continues, two fingers now diving in and out of her pussy rapidly, thumb brushing against her clit with every out-stroke. Her hips gyrate even more with the motion as she listens to him.

“My sweet baby girl fucking herself on her Daddy’s cock… That’s what you did, isn’t it? Did you like it? Were you calling my name when you came with my cock inside you baby girl?”

Jimin whines, belly convulsing, as an orgasm races towards her with her dad’s filthy words. Between those and his expert fingers, she’s falling apart in broad daylight, feet away from his wife, her own mother.

“Answer me kitten… Did you? Did you like Daddy’s cock stretching you open?”

“Y-yes” Jimin whispers

“Fuck… Did you say my name?”

“N-no I…” She whines, head falling back against his shoulder, hips flicking softly in the water as she climbs her sweet mountain of pleasure, three of his thick fingers plunging inside her now. “Nnnng”

Namjoon slows his fingers and she gasps, reaching down to grab his wrist encouragingly. “N-no, please! Please Daddy m’so… m’so cloooose”

“Then answer me baby girl… Did you call out for Daddy while you fucked yourself with his cock? Hmm?”

Jimin shakes her head and whines in pleasure when he continues his ministrations. “I-I didn’t know… ‘Til after”

“Hmm?” Namjoon kisses her ear softly, leaning around her to wrap one arm around her mid-section right below her precious tits. His wet hand comes up to grab one, thumbing her perky flesh.

“Ahhhh Daddy wait… fuck… They can see”

Namjoon grunts, fucking his hips forward gently as he curls his fingers inside her hot core. His arm ripples with each flick of his wrist. He can feel how he’s lifting her off her feet, holds her closer against himself as he does.

Slowly, he inches them forward, towards the beach. She clenches around him, claws at his arms, tries to look back at him in shock.

“D-daddy! Daddy-Stop! They-They’ll seee”

“Let them see” He says simply, licking at the salty expanse of her neck, continuing his ministrations. “Let them see how good your Daddy makes you feel kitten. Let them wish it was them”

“N-no! No wait I- fuck fuck…nnnggggfuck” Jimin curses, gasping as her orgasm crashes over her like the waves. Namjoon quickly steps even higher up the shore, water lapping at his knees, eyes roving the beach.

Jimin's legs dangle around his hand, swimsuit bottoms locked around her knees the only thing keeping her legs somewhat together as she strains and convulses through her orgasm. Namjoon's hand doesn’t stop swirling inside her as she crests.

His other grasps her tit firmly, pinching the nipple between his fingers before he drops it to her ribs and hoists her up. He slips his cock between her legs and grunts as he flicks his hips, fucking the little gap of her plush thighs.

He pulls his fingers from her sopping cunt only to slide his cock between her folds, fucking against them until the thick head peeks out the front, kissing the sunshine and salty beach air.

If Yoongi opened her eyes, if she were looking beyond those glasses or that hat, she would surely see them. She’d see her husband’s thick cock spreading her daughter’s plump pussy lips to the side, both shining and slick with her juice.

If anyone else were watching, they’d see the way a man shamelessly fucks the thighs of his sweet young lover. They’d see the way he spreads her open, holds her legs up and wide, showing her off.

There were hotels just over the hill, people way down the beach. If anyone looked, anyone at all, they’d see. Not in detail, and they wouldn’t know that’s a man and his daughter but they would see.

“Such a pretty pussy, kitten. Feels so good against Daddy’s cock”

“Mmmmnggg” Jimin whines, trying to hide her face in Namjoon's neck.

“Look… open your eyes and look down baby girl” Namjoon whispers, breathlessly.

When Jimin looks, she holds her breath as she watches her Daddy’s cock peek through her folds, jerk and spasm against her wet core. She watches as her Daddy’s cum spills out, hard at first across the waves and then dribbling.

Dribbling until it drops straight down, falls right between her pussy lips, coats them a little. Oh gods that’s her Dad’s cum. That’s her Dad’s cock. That’s… Fuck that’s so hot.

She moans again, rolling her hips against him, reveling in the fat heat of his cock against her.

“Daddy” She whines softly.

Namjoon chuckles, pulling back and tucking himself into his swim trunks. He pulls her swim bottoms up and grasps at her ass with both hands.

“If you’re a good girl the rest of the day, Daddy will give you a reward before bed.”

Jimin stumbles in the water, watching with wide eyes as her dad smirks and strides over to the chair beside his wife, reclining himself on it. He closes his eyes, hands tucked behind his head.

Jimin finds out what her reward is sooner, rather than later. Because Yoongi wants to go out that night, shopping and eating and generally enjoying the sights, their plans for turning in early go out the window.

Which means Namjoon's ‘reward’ has to come quickly, and can’t be savoured as much.

He knocks on her hotel room, right next to theirs, and grins when he closes the door behind himself.

“You ready for your reward, Kitten?” He whispers, a finger to his lips as he jerks his head at the wall “Gotta be quiet tho… and fast okay?”

Jimin nods with wide eyes, unsure what kind of reward would warrant even being loud. She is quiet as Namjoon gently grabs her by the elbow and pushes her towards the bathroom, pressing her belly against the counter and standing behind her.

He wraps his arms around her and looks at her through the mirror.

“So pretty, baby girl. You already shower?”

She nods, wide eyed.

“Clean panties?”

She gasps, but nods again.

“Mmm… Good. Turn around and hold still for Daddy”

Jimin does so immediately, brain still not clicking the dots together. Not until his big hands tug her pants down, then follows with his cock from his own pants. She stares, marveling at the huge thing, wondering how she ever made that fit.

He grins, pressing a kiss to her forehead and holding their heads together to force her to look down, with a hand on her nape. With his other, he jerks his cock quickly.

“Spit, baby” He whispers “Spit on Daddy’s cock… make it wet for me”

Jimin is panting, but agrees with a nod, tongue falling out of her mouth to aim her drool as well as she can. It hits his hand but he doesn’t complain, only wipes his fingers against his cock and moans softly.

“Fuck… My sweet girl” He whispers, hand speeding up. He squeezes himself until it squelches loudly in the tiled room and Jimin clenches her legs together.

“D-Daddy… is this my reward?”

“Hnng… Almost… Stay there baby hold on” He brings his hand from her neck down to her panties, cupping her softly before he tugs the waistband of them away from her body and peers down inside.

“Fuck… so pretty… Such a pretty little pussy, did I tell you that? Fuck…”

His breathing quickens, cock jerking in his grip. Jimin's hips wiggle, aching to feel him inside. Again. But the real thing. Fuck she’s disgusting for actually wanting this, wanting her dad… but it’s so hot… she can’t help it.

Namjoon gasps, grunting softly, then fucks his hips forward and holds them, weight on his toes, to aim his cock head at her soft pubis. When he cums, it’s hot against her skin at first, and then he lowers her panties and his cock.

He aims his spunk right at where her pussy lips cling, sap-sticky, to her panties. His mouth waters as his cum pools in the gusset, racing down towards her wet pussy. Wet just for him, now wetter because of him.

As his orgasm tapers off, he moans softly and presses his slightly-softened cock between her lips, pushing cum with it as he forces them apart. He fucks her labia that way, relishing the sticky heat, before he pulls away and lets her panties snap back.

She’s gasping as his cock hangs there, sticky with their joint wetness. He tips her head up and kisses her plump bitten-red lips softly and then cups her pussy through her panties, wiggling a finger until the wetness comes through.

He grins. “There you go, kitten. Now you have some of Daddy’s cum to keep with you while we all have a nice family dinner.” He pauses at the doorway, tucking his cock back into his pants and grins.

“Bet you wish that toy could do that, hmm?”

Jimin almost faints, because she swears his eyes dart to her suitcase on the bed.

The suitcase where a certain toy rests. A toy she stole and took with her so she could pity-fuck herself with the fake version of her Daddy’s cock, knowing she’d never get the real thing.

Except now she did. Does. Will?

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Jimin struggled the entire evening, squirming with every motion. Every step, every pause, every “rest” on a bench or on a stool, she struggled. All she could feel was the way her own father’s cum slicked her pussy lips against each other.

She almost broke down and went to the restroom to clean it out and give herself a break…

But the way Namjoon looked at her with one brow cocked, and then the thought of not having that cum to slick her fingers when she fucked them into herself later… She couldn’t do it.

So, she suffered. In absolute silence. Amidst more than frequent glances from her dad, all while her mom obliviously went about her business. Yoongi truly was blissfully ignorant as she hugged her daughter fondly and kissed her husband’s cheek every so often.

The guilt twisting inside Jimin wasn’t enough to stop her, though, from kicking her pants off the very second she got back into her hotel room, dropping them right at the door. She ripped off her shirt, yanked at her bra until a hook snapped, flinging it down too.

But she left her panties.

Her dirty panties that stuck to her cunt with the glue of her own Daddy’s cum.

She moaned, legs rubbing together as she slipped a hand into those filthy panties, ripping them away from her soft, bare, freshly shaved pussy lips. She spread her legs awkwardly, one hand on the bed as she struggled to stretch her fingers inside herself at the angle.

She gasped, collapsing to the floor in a heap with a loud thud, before whining and crawling over to her suitcase. She pouted, guilt washing over her anew, before throwing all of it right out the window as she grabbed her mother’s toy. The one formed from her Daddy’s dick.

Her mouth went dry as she felt the phantom pressure of his real cock sliding between her legs in the water. She could feel it as if it were really really there. She lifts herself up, positions the toy in the same way, letting it slide against her panties.

She moans softly, using the bed’s edge to pull herself up with one hand while the other holds the hard toy against where she aches for it the most. She didn’t bring any lube with her, as a deterrent to actually using the toy, but…

As she rubs the head of the toy against the thin cloth over her lips, she thinks it might not matter. Her Daddy’s cum has sadly dried up, but she can feel how it felt still. Just as she can feel how the hot, throbbing, real cock felt against her skin.

She lifts up, tugs her panties down her plush thighs, ignoring how they bite into her soft skin. With one hand braced and one hand guiding the toy, she gently lets it slip between her folds, rubbing but not pressing into the hole yet.

She moans at the pressure, slick seeping out of her and coating the toy. Her fingers are getting soaked as she holds the toy there, fucking her hips up and down the thick shaft, but she can’t find it in herself to care. She imagines it’s the beach again, her Daddy’s warm body behind her.

“Mmmf” She muffles herself by leaning forward to bite onto the massive comforter that drapes over the bed. She rolls her hips, muscles flexing, toes curled to push back on the carpeted floor.

When the toy slips repeatedly away from her fingers, nearly dropping to the carpet, she whines high in her throat and tugs it forward, letting it press at her soaking little hole.

“NNnah” She gasps as the very tip of the very broad head slips in. She is already panting, desperate to feel it plunging to that sweet spot. Fingers still guiding the toy, she flexes her thighs to bounce softly, teasing her hole open on the faux cock-head.

She imagines it’s not a toy, it’s her Daddy’s cock, teasing her as she knows he would. With how he whispered behind her, forced her to stare at the beach where his wife (Her mother!!) was relaxing, in broad fucking daylight.

Oh, he’d tease her. He’d tease her with his stupid thick cock until she begged him.

Her mind flashes back to the afternoon.

“Did you like Daddy’s cock stretchign you open?”

“Yes” She whispers in the present “Yes… Like Daddy’s cock stretching me open”

”Did you say my name”

“Nnnhh… No Daddy”

”... Call out for Daddy while you fucked yourself with his cock…”

“D-daddy” She whispers, bouncing the cock a little deeper inside herself.

“Please Daddy” She tries to be quiet, whimpering and drooling around the bite of cloth clamped between her teeth.

Her hips ache already, slipping as a cramp seizes at her muscles. She cries out sharply in pain, then gasps in pleasure as the thick toy lurches another couple of inches deeper as her stance falls.

“O-OH! Fuck nnnnng” She pants, blanket fallen away. She doesn’t want the toy to leave, so she rolls her hips in circles, working out the kink and slowly winding the toy deeper inside herself.

“Oh fuck me” She groans, head falling back to one shoulder, hair falling across her face carelessly. She rocks her hips slowly, feeling how her pelvic muscles clench firmly at the angle. It feels so good, but she knows Daddy would feel better.

Daddy’s stupid thick cock… hot and slick and throbbing inside her little pussy. The pussy he’s responsible for being here. The pussy he practically made himself.

The realization hits her like lightning. Not just the vague reminder that he’s her Dad, her Daddy, but that… He fathered her. He fucked her mom with this cock, filled her with his slick, hot seed, and fucked Jimin's DNA right into her womb.

He raised her, taught her to talk, taught her to walk, held her hand to cross the streets… she practically worshipped him and here she was… Worshipping his cock. The cock that made her. Gave her life.

She cries out loudly, dropping her weight down on the toy to fuck it inside her faster amidst the pooling slick that leaks out of her shaved pussy like a faucet. She wonders if Namjoon fucked Yoongi tonight… maybe thought about fucking her as he did so.

Wonders if some of her pussy slick clung to his cock thru the evening like his cum did to her soft lips and panties.

”Been thinking of this pussy, sweetheart” He had said.

“Ohhh Daddy” she whines, bouncing a little harder, feeling the weight of the toy weighing it down as it hangs on her lifts, falling with gravity back to the floor before she fucks it deeper again.

”D’you know how many times I’ve cum to the thought of it”

“H-how many times? Nnnggg fuck… Daddy… Feels so good in me Daddy”

”My sweet baby girl fucking herself on Daddy’s cock”

Jimin gasps, hearing his voice against her neck, the wet squelch of her pussy on the replication of her Daddy’s cock so much louder in the room around her. She spreads her thighs, lets herself sink deeper, harder.

”Did you like it?”

“Yes! Yes Daddy… Like it so much” she whines, licking her lips and flicking her hips down harder. She feels as the hard balls of the toy kiss at her bald pussy lips now, cold on contact.

The thick toy is so deep inside her, she swears it could kiss her womb itself. Swears her Daddy could fuck a baby right into it, a little baby Jimin inside her just like he did to her mom. And oh fuck if that’s not hot as shit.

She doesn’t hesitate, babbling to herself as drool ekes out against the corners of her mouth as it hangs open.

“NNng Daddy… fuck me… Gonna fuck my womb Daddy? G-gonna… nnnggg shit… Gonna fuck a baby in me, Daddy? Gonna… mmff… mmmm… Fill me up Daddy fuck… fuck me… please… wannit. Wanna baby Daddy… wannit fuck me please fuck… fuck… FUCK DADDYYYYY”

Jimin whines, throat garbling as her body convulses, throwing her head awkwardly until she lets it fall forward to the bed, heaving her breaths until her chest burns a little less. She eases up to her knees, hands and chest on the bed, wiggling her ass slowly.

Just as she bears down, flexing her tight muscles to push the toy out of her sopping cunt, the toy landing with a deep thud… She hears the door click and a muttered “Fucking hell” behind her. Whipping her head around, she gasps with widened eyes and pink cheeks.

“D-Daddy?”

Namjoon stands there, eyes glued to where the fake-cock lays, creamy fluids all over it like milky veins. He looks up to the gaping pussy it just came out of, then further to land on his sweet kitten, wide eyed on her knees practically presenting for him.

After she just fucked herself crying out his name.

Heart racing, cock clearly stiff in his sleeping pants, his dark gaze locks with Jimin's.

“Baby girl… You are so lucky your mother wears earplugs to sleep…”

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“Da-” Jimin starts, unable to finish the thought as her dad’s hand lowers to his cock and grabs it hard through his pants. Her eyes widen as she’s confronted with the sheer size of it in person.

“Daddy” she whispers, licking her lips. Her little pussy clenches, wetness pulsing in the light, drawing Namjoon's attention. He squeezes his cock harder, shaking it to show her.

“Daddy’s right here, kitten. But you don’t need me… do you?” His gaze drops to the toy on the floor.

“No! No I do, I do Daddy pleeease” Jimin whines, pulling from the bed to turn towards him as he stands there. She pleads, eyes and nose and chin wet and shiny. “Please Daddy, pleeease”

Namjoon cocks his head, pushing his cock to tent his pants obscenely, pointing right at her. “Please what? D’you even know what you’re asking for baby?”

Jimin nods emphatically, eyes locked to his erection.

“Want it, Daddy. Want it pleeease”

“Want what, kitten? Tell Daddy what you want-”

“Your cock!” Jimin interrupts eagerly, licking her lips again “Want your cock Daddy”

“My cock? Don’t you already have it?” He gestures to the toy, grinning smugly.

Jimin shakes her head rapidly “NO no no Daddy that’s… that’s not the same… not right”

“Mmm… Not right huh?” He chuckles, turning to lock the door before looking back at his daughter, legs askew on the floor of the hotel room, hair glued to her face with drool, panties tight around her thighs still where she couldn’t even take them off before fucking herself.

On his cock. He inhales sharply, sad he missed the desperate sight. Damn if he hadn’t fallen asleep, he’d have come in sooner… maybe caught her bouncing like a slut, calling out for her Daddy to stuff her with his cock.

“Up on the bed baby.”

Jimin scrambles with a little squeak of eagerness, clawing at the bed to pull herself up and over. She brings her knees up, little toes dangling off the edge, to present herself to her Daddy, waiting for him to take her, use her.

He chuckles as she slips on the blanket, endeared by the sight of her falling over herself. It reminds him of all the times she’d been bribed to do chores for her parents in order to get a treat. Except, instead of ice cream this time the treat was… him. Or, his cock at least.
He hadn’t had any delusions about what it is she wanted from him. He’d known all along she just wanted his dick. She wanted his big size, which he understood. He’d dealt with that all often before he met her mom. At least, he thought he knew that’s all she wanted.

Until he woke up tonight to her chanting not just for him to fuck her, but for him to fuck a baby into her. Gods… The very thought had him spitting pre-cum into his pants like a teenage boy. The idea of putting a pretty baby in his pretty girl’s belly… Oh, that did things to him.

He walks to the bed and carefully touches her hips, smoothing his hands over her back and waist before thumbing at the junction of her ass and thighs. The very spot he’s craved for so long.

“Pretty pussy you have, kitten.”

Jimin whines, thighs squishing painfully against her panties as they lock around her legs, preventing her from spreading all the way. He chuckles and shoves his fingers beneath them, pulling them down until she lifts her knees to let him slide them off her feet.

“There, baby. Let Daddy kiss the boo-boos hmm?” He whispers, leaning down to do just that. He presses his lips to her thighs, briefly flicking a tongue-tip against her skin with each suction of his lips.

“Mmm Daddyyyy” She exhales, legs finally spreading blissfully.

“Feel better?”

“MMmhmmm… Gonna fuck me now, Daddy?” Jimin blinks at him over her shoulder, barely able to meet his gaze.

His hands knead at her thigh-flesh as he contemplates.

“Daddy doesn’t have condoms, kitten. It wouldn’t be a good idea…”

The whine Jimin lets out is loud and desperate. Namjoon leans over and quickly pulls her up by the shoulders, broad hand wrapping firm around her throat as he whispers into her ear.

“Sweet girl you need to be quiet… Mommy wears earplugs but she’ll still hear you if you get to needy”

Jimin whimpers against his grip, hips rolling to press against him where she feels his hardness pressed to her ass. He’s so so close she just needs him a little further… fuck…

“Please Daddy” She whispers, barely a breath “Need you… Need you for real”

Namjoon chuckles again, pressing thick lips to her temple to kiss her, pulling her back until her weight rests against him. Kissing down to her neck, he licks the sweet, salty skin and hums. Sliding his hands up, up her sides to graze her ribs and cup her breasts, he whispers again.

“My sweet, sexy little kitten… You’re so good for Daddy aren’t you? Called for me like I asked you to?”

“Nhnnn” Jimin nods emphatically, rocking against him slowly. He grins and gently bucks his hips to meet hers, heart skipping a beat when she immediately moans softly.

“You asked for a baby…”

Jimin gasps, shivering with her whole body.

“Y-yeah”

“Sure you could handle that? Hmm? Mommy got so horny… She lived on Daddy’s lap… Could you handle that kitten? Hmm? Daddy’s cock plugging your little hole for 9 whole months?”

Jimin's hips kick with her whine, body slumping into Namjoon's grasp.

“D-daddy don’t teeeease”

“You mean like you have been? Walking around in tiny shorts that tease this spot that Daddy aches to mark up?” He says, hands coming down to squeeze that thigh-ass junction he loves so much.

He brings one hand back up to her breast, thumb brushing the puffy little brown nipple while bouncing the sweet flesh. With his other hand, he lowers until his fingers cup her pussy, using the pressure to pull her closer.

Then, he kisses down her neck and shoulder, biting softly. “God, Daddy’s wanted to fuck you for so long now”

Jimin gasps and then whines, head turning to give him more space. “R-really? W-when??”

When he doesn’t answer, she twists a little, turning until he’s in her peripheral vision. “When, Daddy?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ve got you now, don’t I?”

Jimin wiggles, pulling away from him, to turn and face him with a frown. “Since that day?”

Namjoon looks at her face a while, expression unreadable, before he sighs and glances away. It’s not quite guilt, but it’s adjacent as he adjusts his erection and twists a little, discomfort clear.

“Daddy?”

That brings his eyes back to her as he clearly contemplates something… then he vites a lip and sighs. When he looks back up, she pauses, unsure.

“Daddy plea-”

“You remember that first day you came back to visit? You brought home a boyfriend?”

Jimin frowns, arms wrapping around herself. “Wasn’t a boyfriend, he was just a friend”

“I’m sure you thought so baby” He pauses only briefly “But that’s not what he thought.”

“What? Taehyung and I are just friends. It’s not like that, it’s never been like that… wait were you… jealous?”

“The point is, he thought it was more. And I… I didn’t realize I felt anything else for you until then.”

“Daddy that was so long ago… what-”

“Doesn’t matter, kitten. If you’ve changed your mind, you can tell me, yeah? It’s okay, Daddy won’t be mad…”

“What did Tae say?”

“We can talk about it later” Namjoon says, pinching his lips together a moment later and leaning away from the bed. His hands fall to his side and he sighs. “It’s… it’s late. I’m sorry for just barging in… I’ll let you rest baby.”

He knew it. He knew it would be too much. He knew.

Doesn’t make his chest ache any less, but what could he really have expected.

He drops his head a little, shoulders slumping softly, as he moves to pick up the blanket and cover Jimin with it. “Come on, let’s get you to bed kitten”

Jimin pouts, chin tipped down, pushing at the blanket petulantly. “Not if you aren’t going with me”

When Namjoon doesn’t budge, hands holding up the blanket still and eyes averted, Jimin harrumphs.

“Daddyyyy” she whines “Look at me!”

Namjoon nods “Lay down baby”

“No, you aren’t looking at me”

Namjoon raises his eyes to her shoulder, boring a hole there. He doesn’t move his gaze until she crawls up the bed, a pout on her face, arms crossed. Once the blanket is laid on her, she kicks it off with her feet in an instant and pouts harder.

“Daddy, won’t you touch me? Don’t you want to?”

She spreads her legs slowly, a hand falling down to cup at herself. She lets one finger circle her clit slowly, just enough to draw his attention. She grins when his breathing picks up.

“Don’t you want to feel me, Daddy? Stretch me open? Claim my pussy for yourself? Huh Daddy?”

“Kitten…” Namjoon shakes his head, gaze hard “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I… I do, Daddy. Want you.”

Namjoon watches her fingers, cock twitching. He looks to her face, pained, dimple twitching as he tongues his cheek.

“Fuck” He curses, scrambling onto the bed and plastering his body over hers. She moans at the weight of him and he quickly captures her sweet, plump lips with his own. She definitely got those from him. “Kitten… Are you sure?”

Jimin pauses, mulling it over, before nodding. “Want you, Daddy. I’m sure.”

“Kitten” Namjoon breathes against her lips, tasting them softly “Don’t wanna be gentle… You deserve it but…”

“Fuck me, Daddy?” Jimin breathes out, holding her breath as she waits.

Namjoon rolls his hips against her, letting his clothed cock press against where she wants him most, hips falling open even further around him. He brings his hands up so that he can brush the hair from her face fondly.

“My beautiful girl…” He whispers, awed.

Jimin giggles and the sound is like music to him. He quickly leans forward to catch her lips again before sliding his hot mouth down her throat. She moans softly, head tipping back, hands coming up to clutch at his sides.

“Yes… Keep going Daddy”

“Mm… Don’t think I can stop at this point” He mumbles, mouthing down to swallow one of her nipples wholly. He moans around the flesh, kneading it with his hand and tongue. He sucks, lapping at the mound before sucking it back into his mouth.

“Fuck, baby… Wanna taste all of you”

“Then taste me, Daddy… M’yours yeah?”

He kisses and licks down her body to pause where her legs are spread. He stares, enthralled, as he rubs a thumb up and down her wet slit. Peering over her cute little mound, he whispers softly.

“Mine?”

Jimin is breathless, nodding immediately at the sight of her Daddy between her legs. “Y-yours”

Slick falls out of her hole, dripping down towards her asshole. Namjoon is quick to lean forward, tongue out, to lap it up. Jimin moans above him, hips twisting at the sensation, knees instinctively trying to close.

“F-f-fuck”

Namjoon agrees, nodding, before licking a broad path over her pussy lips, spreading them on his tongue. He moans, pressing his head forward to lick deeper, wishing he could bury his whole face in her sweet taste.

“Mff taste… so sweet… Fuck… Daddy’s favourite”

“R-really? Like it?”

“Mhmmm”

“I hope so… you made it” Jimin whispers.

God, damn, that little minx. Namjoon shudders, hands gripping the fat of her hips to ground himself. He almost came in his pants. After catching his breath, he shoves his tongue forward, letting the tip curl against her hole where it is still stretched from taking the toy.

He tastes the salt of her orgasm amidst the sweet musky flavour of her arousal and moans, pressing his face harder until his nose and cheeks are swallowed by wetness. He opens his mouth, sucking her soft lips and clit while she writhes against him.

He lets her ride his face as much as she can, tongue curling and flicking, alternating between licking her clit and fucking her sweet hole.

But it’s too much. He wants to stay, but he’s this close to cumming in his fucking pants.

“Need… Need you kitten”

Jimin breathes heavy, mouth open where her lips have parted, looking ruined already. She can only nod at him, watching as he pulls his pants down to his thighs.

When he returns to nudge her face with his, breathing a kiss over her open mouth, she wiggles until she feels his cock pressing against her again. She moans, a little too loudly, so he quickly covers her mouth with his again.

Licking into her, he moans softly and gropes at her ass, pushing them together as he grinds against her.

“Baby girl you’re gonna have to stay quieter than that…”

“S-sorry Daddy”

“S’okay. Just be quiet… Let Daddy feel you”

“F-from the inside?”

Namjoon chuckles, nodding against her neck. “Yes kitten. From the inside.”

Jimin moans again, biting her lip to muffle the sound, blinking up at Namjoon sheepishly.

Namjoon pulls away just his hips, just enough to reach down with one hand and position his cock until the head kisses her wet pussy. She gasps, and he licks at her lips as he pushes himself in slowly.

“Ohhhh” Jimin groans, reaching up to wrap her arms around him “Oh fuck, Daddy”

“Feel good baby?”

“Soooo good”

“Better than your toy?”

“S’not my toy”

“Answer me kitten” Namjoon brings a hand to her throat in silent threat, causing her to jerk her eyes open and stare at him. Her heart thrums against his palm.

“Y-yes Daddy. Feels better than-than the toy”

“You sure? I can always pull out now and stuff you with that toy instead”

Jimin quickly wraps her legs around him, tugging him deeper into herself as they both gasp and groan. She clings to him tightly, making sure he can’t leave her. Namjoon huffs out a strained laugh, breath on her skin, as he buries his lips into her neck.

“Okay, okay. Daddy won’t tease you this time.”

And then he’s rolling his hips. He’s rolling them slowly, inching his cock inside her and fuck somehow he feels bigger than the toy. She says as much a moment later, gasping for her breath.

“D-daddy… feels so… feels so big…H-how is it so big”

“Mmm… Bigger than the toy you mean?”

“Uh huh” Jimin nods, nails digging into the soft flesh on his back as he tests a quick flick of his hips.

“S’made of rubber honey”

Jimin makes a sound of inquiry that turns into a soft moan as he flicks his hips again before going back to the slow roll.

“Rubber… ahhh… Shrinks when cool”

“O-oh” Jimin replies simply.

Namjoon pulls his head back to watch her face as he fucks his hips harder, lodging himself more fully inside. She’s still tight, even though she basically prepared herself for him. It doesn’t help that he’s so turned on, his cock is hard as steel, either.

“Oh baby you look so pretty…Such sweet, full lips kitten”

“Y-your lips” she whispers.

He laughs, admiring her even as he props himself up on his hands to fuck her properly. He watches as her head falls to the side, mouth agape, breath coming in short little gasps in between his thrusts.

“Ohnnngg Daddyyyy”

“That’s right baby girl… Daddy’s here”

“Mmhmmm… Daddy feels so goooood”

Namjoon kisses her softly, then leans back and pushes her legs up. He rests them against his chest, hugging them upright and kissing at her sweet little ankles.

“So pretty for me… Pretty lips… pretty tits… Pretty pussy… So pretty”

“Just for you, Daddy”

“Mmm… Not your first though huh?”

Jimin doesn’t answer, just lets him fuck her. He wants to laugh at the absurd possessiveness he feels with her but all he does instead is hug her legs tighter and snap his hips harder. She immediately hiccups and clenches around him.

“Oh fuck”

He grunts, bending forward with her legs still clutched against his chest, twisting them to the side so he can reach her lips again.

“Kiss me, baby”

She complies instantly, turning her head to sloppily lavish his lips with kisses. It’s sweet, the way she tries and fails to keep up. That’s fine, he’s not gonna last much longer himself.

“Kitten?” He whispers.

She blinks at him between gasps. “Y-yes Daddy?”

“You.. mmfff… You said you wanted… Do you? Fuck… D’you want Daddy to…?”

Jimin nearly chokes, eyes bugging out. Her legs stiffen, back trying to arch against the bed as her hips cant upwards into his own. He feels how she clenches, slick oozing around his cock and smearing on his thighs.

He opens his mouth to ask again, to clarify, because… fuck he’s close… But then she beats him to it.

“Pleeeeeease Daddy? Please cum inside me? F-fill me up hmm? Just… just like Mommy… want that… want that Daddy pleee-eeease”

His stomach clenches, hot with pleasure that should make him feel guilty… The image of her belly swelling up because of him… But he feels no guilt at all… Only a sweet pleasure as he grunts and nods against her legs, kissing them with an open mouth.

“Kay” is all he says, hips fucking loudly against her as he chases his climax.

It doesn’t take long, as he knew it wouldn’t, before white-hot pleasure washes over them both. He’s halfway through his own when hers hits, so the pleasure is pulled and drawn out from him into oversensitivity.

The way she clenches around him, pulsing, like she’s trying to suck him deeper inside herself is so hot, he briefly imagines she’s doing just that. She’s milking her own Daddy’s cock. Milking it for all its worth.

He groans, releasing her legs gently and letting them fall to either side of him again, before he kisses her lips sweeter than ever.

“Oh kitten” he whispers, bracing his hands around her face “My sweet kitten”

“Daddy… Love you so much”

“Mmm… Love you too honey.”

When they finally disentangle from each other and lay curled like spoons, Namjoon is stroking her arm softly, blanket pulled up to their hips. Jimin can’t help the slick that seeps out of her, or the way her hips roll back to search for his as he whispers to her, barely audible.

“If you really do want that baby… You should ask your mother first.”

Jimin gasps sharply.

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Jimin doesn’t get to ask what he means. By the time the shock has run through her, she’s fallen asleep. After all, she fucked herself and then Namjoon fucked her absolutely silly, all within a few hours. She was exhausted. 

When she blearily opened her eyes, she felt smothered and hot with her dad’s presence draped over and behind her. His heavy arm clung possessively over her belly, broad hand tucked beneath her. She groaned, wiggling gently to reach out and fling the comforter off. 

He stirred slightly, tugging her closer. She gasped at the feeling of his erection nestled against her ass, rolling her hips once just to feel it. Cool air wafted over her body and she sighed contentedly. This was nice, even if she was uncomfortably naked in bed with her father. 

An amused chuckle echoes in the otherwise quiet room, and Jimin stiffens instantly, stilling her subtle movements. 

“Oh, don’t stop now sweetheart” 

Jimin squeezes her eyes shut before carefully opening them and looking down the bed, towards the chair that sat near the mirror. Sure enough, there sits her mother, Yoongi. She’s in her calf-length fuzzy cardigan and warm furry slippers. 

She’s got her head tilted to look at her… and suddenly Jimin feels truly naked. Like her mother can see every single thought, every deed she’s had or done. Like she’s been watching her this entire time. 

“H-hi Mom”

“Did you and your Daddy have fun?” 

Jimin inhales, holding her breath as she tries to figure out how she’s meant to explain this. Had a bad dream? Couldn’t sleep? Dad confused the room? Fuck. 

Namjoon chooses then to groan, tugging Jimin closer again and rutting his cock against her. Eyes still shut, he lets a hand tug at her waist to increase pressure while he presses soft kisses to her shoulder. 

“Mmm g’morning Kitten” he says, voice thick, deep and full of sleepy gravel. 

“Daddy” Jimin hisses, trying to elbow him. He slides his hand up her naked, exposed body to use her elbow and tug, snapping his hips. Jimin moans despite herself, face hot and red as she realizes, horrified, what she just did. 

“What, no good morning for me now babe?” 

Namjoon chuckles, and Jimin is petrified. How the fuck can he laugh right now?

“G’morning beautiful. Gonna come give your husband a kiss?” 

“Hmm…” Yoongi pretends to think, smirking as she looks at her husband and daughter. Her eyes fall to the blanket that covers Namjoon and she tuts. Standing, she walks over and Jimin clamps her eyes shut in terror. 

Namjoon just lifts his face and smiles, raising one eyebrow. He chuckles again when Yoongi tugs, ripping the blanket entirely off the bed, exposing his naked form too. Jimin smells her mother’s perfume as she bends over Jimin to kiss Namjoon loudly on his lips. 

“Enjoying your morning I see hmm? And you couldn’t even wake me?” 

“You were already tired yourself, no?” Namjoon licks Yoongi's lips and chuckles, dimples popped just how she likes them. 

“Since when has that ever stopped you” 

“Heh… got me there” Namjoon says while pressing kisses to Jimin's shoulder again. His hands are wandering while Jimin clenches, the smell and heat of her mother pressed right up against her at the edge of the bed. 

Yoongi's fingers clasp her chin and tip her head as she whispers to her, “Come now sweetheart, show Mommy how you and Daddy played, hmm? You had fun with him didn’t you?” 

Jimin opens her eyes hesitantly, eyeing her mom suspiciously. “M-mom?”

Yoongi bends down, one knee on the carpet, to look Jimin in her eyes. 

“MMm. Got your Daddy’s lips… I wonder… do you kiss like him?” 

“Mom??” Jimin gasps, jerking backwards only to be met by her father’s unmoving form as her mother leans forward and presses their lips together. 

It’s brief, way too brief, as icy shock rolls down her back. Yoongi wastes no time at all deepening the kiss, no sweetness here just heat and possessiveness. More than that, it was the kiss of someone that was in charge. 

“M-mom what… What… A-aren’t you mad?” 

Yoongi laughs against her lips before grabbing Jimin's jaw with her hand and squeezing until her mouth opens. She delves inside with her own tongue, tasting the sleep on her, moaning into the wet and open kiss. 

Then she smirks as she pulls back, only looking at Namjoon before he dutifully opens his mouth, tongue out and hanging over Jimin's face. 

“My good boy” Yoongi coos… and then she spits right into his mouth. He moans, hand clenching at Jimin's flesh, hips kicking hard and out of control. Oh fuck. 

Yoongi laughs again before straightening up and returning to the chair in the room. She scoots it closer to the bed, close enough her feet can touch it, before nodding her head at them. 

“Well? Go on, show Mommy this new game you two are playing”

Jimin frowns, taken aback. What the fuck does that mean?? Is this a game? 

Namjoon's hands tug on her until she’s on her back, his broad body crowding her into the bed. Then, one arm braced by her head, he lowers the other to gently slide his fingers between her folds. She jerks like she’s been shocked, gasping, eyes flicking to Yoongi who is watching intently. 

Namjoon just smiles. 

“S’okay, Kitten. Be good for Mommy and she’ll make sure you feel good too”

“W-what? What… Daddy wha’s happening” Jimin slurs, shivering in the cold air and anxiety. 

Yoongi tuts from the chair, tongue clicking just once in displeasure. Jimin can’t believe how quickly Namjoon moves, shifting himself down until his face meets her thighs. He kisses them before throwing one leg over the edge of the bed to open her up to Yoongi's gaze. 

Then, he’s kissing the other right up to where it meets her hip. He carefully bites, shocking her and kick-starting the weird very guilty pleasure that tries to spark in her belly. A full body shiver takes over as she contemplates how exposed she feels. 

These are her parents, like she has never seen them before. Her dad was always the authority figure, but here? In this room? It’s very clear her mother is the one in charge. And, god, they seem so so so used to whatever this tango with a third person is. 

Jimin stares at the ceiling as her father kisses the soft skin all around where she would want him the most. His lips are thick, hot, like a soft little brand each time he kisses her. His tongue is a wet, steady pressure in between… and his teeth? Fuck. 

She can’t help the way her hips start to rock, winding a little as she both chases and flees the pleasurable nips. Yoongi hums beside them but Jimin can’t bring herself to look. 

It’s not until a few moments later, when it registers she hears her dad’s kisses but doesn’t feel them… that she does. Yet again, she is not prepared for what she sees. 

Her sweet daddy is kissing her mommy’s foot, from toe to arch. 

Jimin gasps, thighs trying to squeeze together despite their wide distance apart. Yoongi's eyes blaze a fire as they stare at Namjoon who is in his own little world as he absolutely worships her foot. Jimin watches, mouth agape, at this new side of her parents she’s never seen before. 

Her father is somehow both incredibly in control AND… well, a simp. He’s cherishing every inch of skin Yoongi allows him to touch. The way he holds her foot by the heel, cradling it, kissing the topmost part of her ankle with eyes blinking upwards… asking permission. 

Yoongi smiles softly, head still high and proud, before she nods once. Namjoon grunts, almost tugging her leg closer as he kisses up her shin, hands caressing the back of her calves. 

“Mmm… love your calves, my love. So strong… So smooth…” 

“I know you do. You love everything I give you, don’t you?” 

“Yes ma’am” 

Jimin's belly clenches, skin prickling in interest as she continues to watch, wondering what will come next. Namjoon gets almost to Yoongi's knee before Yoongi shakes him off and clicks her tongue again. In an instant, Namjoon pulls away, back to the bed, eyeing Jimin's legs. 

Yoongi laughs, slowly sitting back in the chair, one leg propped over the armrest as she lounges. Jimin spots the pretty anklet on her pretty ankles and halfway wants to reach out and touch it. Yoongi catches her looking and winks, smiling at her. 

For a moment, it almost looks like the smile her mom has always given her. That little loving quirk of her lips right before her face would break out into a beautiful gummy grin. 

And then it’s gone, back to the fiery eyes locked on Namjoon, watching… Really watching him… Like you watch a bird in a cage maybe, as it plays and sings. 

“What do you want, Joonie?” 

Namjoon licks his lips, tearing his eyes away to look pleadingly at Yoongi. “The same as before”

“I see… Did you talk to her?” 

“I did” 

“And?” 

“She wants the same.”

“Oh… is that so?” 

Now Yoongi's gaze turns to Jimin, who shifts uncomfortably once more. Her eyes rake over Jimin's naked form, ankle bouncing softly, pausing on her belly. Namjoon brings his hand up to press and rub softly right where she’s looking, enticing her. 

“This is more than we’re used to, you know that?” 

Namjoon nods eagerly. “Yes, yes I’m… I’m ready for that. More.” He looks down to look fondly at Jimin “With her”

“Show me”

Jimin finds her voice, squeaking softly. “Sh-show what? Daddy what’s going on, what are you guys talking about?” 

Namjoon smiles, pressing the hand on her belly as he shifts himself, using his other hand to tug her leg up around his hip. 

“You wanted Daddy’s cock, right?” 

Jimin's eyes snap to Yoongi, mouth parting, frozen on an answer. 

Her mom just nods, smiling. “Go on, answer Daddy. And be honest sweetheart. You know Mommy will know if you lie.” 

“Y-yes… Yes I w-want that-” 

“Want what” Yoongi interrupts. 

“I… I w-want Daddy’s… cock” Jimin's hands are clammy even as she feels Namjoon's thighs brush against the back of her thighs, skin warm and firm. 

“Good girl. Go on Joonie” 

“Mm thank you” Namjoon hums, lunging forward to smother Jimin's body with his own, hard cock digging into the little bend of her leg and pelvis. 

Yoongi tsks and Namjoon freezes. He really does behave like he’s been trained by that sound. Even Jimin is beginning to expect a pause at the sound. 

“Are you not going to warm her up first Joonie? Come now, you are a better lover than that…” 

Namjoon closes his eyes briefly before nodding. “Y-yes, you’re right.” 

He crawls down her body, carefully spreading her legs to fit his shoulders between them. His cock, still hard, is locked between his body and the bed, every movement causing friction against it. He moans, hands gripping the back of Jimin's thighs. 

Yoongi scoots forward in the chair, bringing her feet up to cross at the ankles on the bed right beside Jimin's hip. Right where Namjoon can see it no matter how lost he gets between Jimin's legs. She wiggles her toes, pretty red polish shining in the light. 

“Well what are you waiting for? Show me how much you love our little girl, Joonie. We’re waiting.” 

There is no need to tell Namjoon twice. He drops his head quickly down, nuzzling his face against Jimin's skin. He worships the scent, the feel of her bare mound against his face. It’s weirdly and unexpectedly erotic to Jimin, because it makes her feel irresistible. 

She feels a little wild faced with her father’s energy as he hums and licks around her mound, far from where she would expect him to lick. She tries to roll her hips, scooting, hoping to force his attention where she wants it. 

Yoongi chuckles at the impatience, biting her lip and distracting her husband by uncrossing her ankles and crossing them again… This time, the pretty anklet jingles a little closer. She stretches her feet, arching them, curling her toes towards Jimin's hip. 

Namjoon's eyes snap to the motion, eyes moistening as he watches his precious wife’s pretty feet curling and flexing for him. He’s always loved her feet… Even loved her admiring his own. Sometimes, that is all she’d let him play with. 

Other times, he got nothing. She lived to make him a desperate, horny mess, especially when she knew they would be playing with someone new. She loved to make him eager and a little quick on the draw. Like right now. He knew she wanted him here, between Jimin's legs for a reason.

That reason being he was incredibly fucking attracted to their daughter… damn near in love with her… So finally getting to have her had him on a tight rope of pleasure, ready to go at any tiny little pressure. Like his cock smooshed between the bed and his own body. 

He feels like his stomach is punched with the way his muscles clench, the scent and taste of Jimin all around him. He moans, hips trying to fuck against the bed. He’s expecting the click of Yoongi's tongue but he whines nonetheless. 

“Don’t give me attitude baby you know better. I’ll get the belt”

Namjoon swallows, returning to finally finally lick his way up Jimin's naked little slit. He moans again, a shiver rolling through his body. Bringing his hands up again, he tugs her by the thighs to press against his face more, grinning when it causes Jimin to gasp. 

Jimin's hand comes down to rest on her dad’s head in surprise, a gentle but present grounding touch as he slowly licks from hole to clit, letting his tongue slide a little deeper with every pass. She’s gasping softly, little whines peppering the air, within minutes. 

He’s closed his eyes, focusing on the sweet taste, the warm pressure, the incredible scent of his little girl that surrounds him. Eager to get his tongue deeper, he brings his hands forward again to spread her flesh with his thumbs, prising her open and exposing her pink hole. 

He licks his lips, swallowing the flood of drool on his tongue before bringing it back down and gently sucking on her glistening pussy, not caring if it’s his spit or her slick he’s sucking. He just wants it, all of it, in his mouth. 

He barely even notices how Jimin's hips have begun to gyrate against his face, eager as he is to coax a sweet orgasm out of her. Then again, as long as he can taste her, he doesn’t really mind anything else. He moans as he licks a stripe up again and suckles on her clit softly. 

She’s gasping above him, hand clutching his hair tighter and tighter. Her back is flexing, arching, twisting. She’s stuttering soft “ah-ah-ah”s with wet, shining, grapefruit pink lips. But he’s in his own world, tongue delving as deep as he can force it, weaving in and around her slick little folds. 

He loves how her little pussy is shaped as he flexes his tongue side to side against her clit, working back down to her hole. His thumbs spread her wider open, wide enough his chin slots down between her cheeks, nose pressed firm against her as he licks inside. 

“Ahhnngg… Daddyyyyy” She whines, the sexy way she calls for him drawing his attention. He peeks his eyes open, groaning at the sight of her flushed cheeks and desperate little hips trying to fuck against his face. 

When he looks over at Yoongi, he almost chokes for air as he gasps. 

Her legs are hooked over both arms of the chair, robe thrown open and bare body on display as one hand cups at her breast and the other rotates rhythmically over her clit. Her lips are parted as she watches, eyes flicking between husband and daughter. 

It’s enough to push him dangerously close to orgasm, vigorously flicking his tongue and trying to spread Jimin open like a starved man. He moans, hips flexing against the bed with sweet friction, sweat beading on his skin. 

“Mhmmm” He moans, shaking his head back and forth with his tongue tip pointed, aiming right for Jimin's swollen clit. SHe cries out immediately, back arching off the bed as she chants softly. 

“P-please please da-please fuck plead Daddy d-don-donstop fuck oh nnnng fu-fu-ahhhhh Daddyyyyy” 

“That’s it sweetheart… Daddy’s making you feel so good isn’t he?” Yoongi rasps, hand speeding up over her own pussy. 

“Nhnnn” Jimin agrees, nodding desperately, hips rutting against her father’s face. She turns her head towards her mom and moans deep in her throat as they make eye contact. It’s so hot seeing how similar their bodies are to each other… nearly the same size actually. Same build.

“M-mommyyy” 

“Yes sweetheart?” Yoongi licks her lips, pinching her nipple harshly and gasping. 

“Y-you… fuck… You’re so pretty” 

Yoongi chokes out a laugh, head falling back to the chair as she flexes her body, trying to fuck her own hand. 

“At least… ahhh… we know…. Where you got it from…. Huh sweetie?” 

Jimin doesn’t reply as her orgasm finally crashes over her, one hand threaded in her father’s hair, one cupping her own breast in a mirror to her mother’s pose and her eyes locked on the salacious view of her mother’s spread legs and glistening pussy. 

Namjoon grunts, slowing his ministrations but still eagerly lapping and sucking at her pussy as it convulses around his tongue and chin, swallowing every drop of creamy slick that seeps from his little girl’s cunt. 

Yoongi whispers an unusually soft, “Oh fuck” as she watches, cheeks hot, fingers rotating faster and harder. When she knows she’s real close to her own orgasm she bolts up to her feet, cupping her mound, pushing Namjoon by the shoulder onto his back. 

He grunts, already knowing what’s coming and she wants to laugh. His face is red, slicked from forehead to neck, nipples pebbling and stomach coated in cum that has smeared all over from where he came himself. But she is too close herself to care. 

So she scrambles up onto the bed, thighs bracketing her husband’s cheeks and sits herself right down onto him, fully covering his face. Jimin can only watch in awe, gasping for air, as her mother literally smothers her father with her pussy, right next to her. 

Yoongi rides his face, thighs tensing and relaxing, toes curled under her feet, like she’s riding a cock and it’s sickeningly hot. She has no regard at all for Namjoon, just takes the pleasure she wants from his mouth and face, grinding and fucking herself on him desperately. 

“Hmmmmm fuck baby you feel so good… gimme that tongue like a good boy, fuck” 

Namjoon grunts beneath her, hands coming up to lock around her thighs, seemingly pulling her even harder onto his face. She moans and gyrates her hips hard, pressing her weight down in heavy circles. When her head falls back, Jimin feels her eyes water. That is the sexiest sight. 

Her mother, thighs thick and squished like forbidden marshmallows around her father’s face, head thrown back so her slim neck is exposed, all pale and pretty and begging for love bites. She watches as her mother’s breasts heave and then pause, breath held…

And then they ripple as she shudders through her orgasm, hips rocking and flicking away from Namjoon's exploratory tongue. It’s the “ahhhh” of satisfaction that has heat pooling in Jimin's body again, pussy clenching. 

She moans and Yoongi huffs a laugh, rocking onto one leg and swinging the other off of Namjoon. Who, for his part, looks blissed out, face and chest now slick with so much wet. He grins a dopey grin before wincing as Yoongi flicks at his hard-again cock. 

“Silly boy, give him a pussy and he’ll go for hours” 

Yoongi looks at Jimin then and smiles. “Have fun sweetheart?” 

Jimin nods, dumbly. Yoongi grins and crawls closer, pressing a kiss to her nose. After a pause, she looks down to her lips and back up. “Can I?” 

Jimin nods again, heart thundering. She moans, melting into the bed when her mother’s lips press sinfully against her own. She wants more, wants to taste deeper, wants to tangle their tongues together… but she hesitates, a little afraid to take control. 

Yoongi can tell, chuckling and pulling away. “It’s okay sweetie, Mommy will teach you how to take what you deserve. Won’t I, baby?” 

Namjoon hums in agreement, coming up to press a kiss to Yoongi's shoulder. He runs his hands down her arms before pulling her into a hug. “Take what you deserve… give what you want… And always always ask for pleasure” 

“That’s exactly right” Yoongi leans into his touch, pulling on his hands until they cup her breasts. “Ready for round two babies?” 

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