Kiss It Better-2

Namjoon does not have control over that.

Less than 12 hours later he had busted the biggest nut of all times Spilling endless white stripes of cum in his fist, abdomen and sheets. Restrained moans dying against his pillow, secured in the soft confort of his bedroom. He did not imagine Jimin's body at all. The way she reacted to every touch, the goosebumps, the shudders, the electricity in the pad of his fingers featherly traveling the soft skin. His ears were not filled with whimpers and moans and the softest gasps everytime his tongue ventured into her body. His mouth was not immersed in the taste of his daughter, the endless sweet juice escaping from her warm cunt, unable satiate that endless thirst.

He did not have Jimin in his mind at all. He just happened to wake up with a boner, not correlated to the dream he's had of her daughter sitting on his face, fucking his mouth feraly. No, definitely not that. It was the fact that indeed he's been edging himself, either propously or not, for almost 12 hours and there is a limit in how much his body can take.

After the encounter, Namjoon went straight to his bathroom and took a long cold shower, waiting for his dick to go to sleep. It didn't happened. As stubborn as his daughter was, his dick decided to match up. And no matter how many times he did the breathing exercises or how cold the water hit his body, his cock was hard as a rock and if his dick is obstinate, he is even more.

He refused to come with Jimin's name in the tip of his tongue, the guilt inside his guts didn't let him touch himself. Whether it was because of that - now fueled and impossible to be extinguished - flame, the fact that he gave in to his darkest desire abandoning all kinds of control that anchored his sanity, or the undeniable outcome that all this left behind.

He fucking loved it. And he is certain Jimin loved it too.

Decided to let this night die in the back of his mind he went to bed like that, naked and horny.

♡

But, here he is, humping his mattress like a 15 years old horny teenage boy after watching a bad porn movie. Hair sticking to his neck, sheets clinging to te curves of his flexed muscles. He wakes up breathless, face buried in his pillow subconsciously aware he can't make any noise. He stops his movements the moment he gains lucidity and sighs as he goes limp in te bed.

He screams into the pillow drowning out a desperate cry, his mind is a roller coaster and even though he doesn't want to, he knows what he has to do to be able to function like an average human being again. He is sad, angry and horny. So fucking horny that eleven out of ten thoughts are about bending over a faceless petit body and impaling it until it runs out of cum.

Hopeless and outraged, face buried in his left forearm, he spreads his knees and settles on his calfs hiding under the sheets. He creates a safe place, his own bubble where he allows himself, at least for today, to release the tension that he has been holding back for years. A secret cave where he lets the beast living inside him, 2out.

The first contact is tentative, measured. A shaky breath escapes his lips as he featherly caresses the tip of his cock with his fingertip, rubbing small circles around his hole and slowly working his way around the head, he keeps going down, light brushes along his shaft with the pad of his fingers applying almost none pressure to the action.

Gaining confidence he palms the glistening tip, coating it with precum. A rough grabb slides from the head to the base squeezing a little to settle the action, to make it real. Not slumber or rushed decision, this is it, he's doing it.

He begins to pump himself with a slow but steady rhythm, firm palm sliding around his heavy cock, he feels precum dripping out but it's not enough for his hand to slide smoothly, he needs more, he likes it messier.

With the help of his hands he sits up on his calves with a grunt. He opens his eyes for the first time since he woke up, he rubs them to clear his vision as they make contact with the soft dawn's light shining through the curtains.

He bends over a little, supporting himself in one hand while he opens the drawer of his nightstand and grabs the lube with the other. Once he takes the pot, he places it on the surface to close the drawer, glimpsing a photo of him and Jimin in the action.

"Fuck" He whisper-shouts as his dick twitches at the memories of last night flashing through his mind. Drenched, plump, pink pussy calling his name like a siren, singing the most beautiful melodies, hypnotizing him into drinking the elixir between her legs.

His thoughts goes wild. He grabs the tube and spills an exaggerated amount of lube on his hand, discarding the bottle somewhere on the bed. This time he doesn't bother covering himself. Still sitting on his calves, he rests his left forearm on the pillow and hides his face in the crook of his elbow. Without thinking too much, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as he engulfes his girth with his free lubed hand.

Rough grip and decided tugs. The steady tempo of the strokes creates a paused but constant rhythm, calculated, moderate, as if following every beat of his heart.

He shudders as wet noises echoes in his ears and all he can think about is Jimin. How his warm cunt would feel around him, how the walls inside her tiny soggy hole would embrace his girth as he slides in and out, in and out, in and out.

His hand begins to move in a jerky, accelerated way and he can feel he's close as the lub mixes with precum smothering the slides, as his abdominal muscles spams every time he pulls and in the way his cock twitches in the heat of his fist.

He's so so close, he needs to spill his guts out right now and make this feeling last forever at the same time. He chose the first option since he's been hard for too long and doesn't have the power in himself to stop now.

He begins to ram his hips into his firm fist, increasing speed and force as his body trembles with exhaustion. His thighs burn, sweat runs down his forehead, chest and back, a heat explodes in his gut and all he can think about is his daughter.

Jimin. Jimin. Jimin

He thrusts his hips ferally, the tip of his cock rubbing against the sheets with each movement and it burns, from friction and overstimulation, and maybe he keeps going like that cause he thinks he deserves a little pain as a punishment for feeling so much pleasure.

His orgasm hits like a divine force. Electricity courses through his body from his wriggling feet to his drooling mouth, drowning out low growls and moans biting into his arm. His guts spasms as his cock spouts cum fiercely, dripping into his fist and painting the sheets and his abdomen from the intensity.

His body goes limp on the mattress. Satisfaction runs through every part of his body teleporting him to a limbo where everything makes sense and nothing is clear at the same time. Happiness, fullness, peace.

In this post orgasm slumber he lets himself dream of a universe where he doesn't have to hide this want inside him, where loving Jimin in every way is not wrong and reaching heavens while he fucks his daughter is allowed. A world where he doesn't have to yearn for a kiss, for a touch, where his demons walk right beside him and the beast is finally sedated.

Strong, fast heartbeats and loud, agitated breathes resonates in his ears bringing him back to reality, he rubs his face and rolls onto his back, sticky sheets clinging to his body and a torso painted with cum are the reminder of what just happened, of what he just did and for the first time he doesn't feel guilty but relieved.

He takes the sheets off the bed, puts them in the laundry basket, and goes to the bathroom to shower. Warm water running down his body, washing away his cum and his sins, knowing this was as low as he could go and hoping that, from now on, everything will get better.

♡

After taking a shower he goes for a run and does some shopping. It's Saturday after all and for movie night a lot of snacks are needed. When he returns home, Jimin is already awake and sitting on the couch, flipping channels on TV. She jumps up as soon as she sees Namjoon and runs to hug him, like always.

Namjoon is caught by surprise, not expecting physical contact so quickly after last night, but in between shopping bags, he hugs her back.

"Hi Cheeky!" He muffles in Jimin's hair stroking it with his thumb.

"Hi Daddy, where were you?" Jimin says as she steps back from his embrace. Namjoon notices that Jimin is wearing the same shirt as last night. His shirt. He shakes his head to erase those flying flashes - Pink. Velvet. Sweet.- and clear his throat to focus.

"I went out for a run and do some errands." He says lifting the bags "I can't leave my princess without his favorite snacks for movie night."

"You are the best, Daddy." She stands on her tiptoes and leaves a little kiss in Namjoon's cheek "Here, let me put this away and go take a bath, you're all sweaty." She says as she grabs the bags and takes them "I made pancakes," She shouts from the kitchen "I didn't know if you had breakfast so I made extra and left them in the microwave, when you're done I'll heat them up. Now go, you are all gross."

The day goes by and movie night arrives. They settle in the living room with the coffee table full of their favorite snacks. They watch movies, laugh and eat their heart's content. Jimin falls asleep on the couch while Namjoon caresses her calves on his lap. While she sleeps he really thinks - hopes - they can continue their lifes normally, whatever normal is, is a word that Namjoon yearns for.

Everything's going to get better, indeed.

♡

It does not get better.

Two weeks after the incident he comes home early because he had finished all the work he had to do. According to the schedule, on Thursdays Jimin has classes until 4 pm and arrives home at 5 or so. Being almost 3, he has two hours to himself so he decides to take a bath with bubbles and salts to relax.

Yesterday he had therapy and he talked about control. A recurring theme throughout his years of therapy that became more frequent after that... night. The psychologist doesn't know specifically what Namjoon refers to when he talks about the fear of losing control, she can intuit that it is some kind of compulsive behavior but doesn't know what. With the vague information she has, she gives him strategies to help him cope with situations that push him over the edge. Breathing exercises, staying away from temptation - as if I could, he thinks to himself as the psychologist gives her feedback - and setting up a safe routine where he feels free.

He decides its time to begin this me-time routine and buys a bath bomb and some candles to have this so awaited relaxing time. After shopping is done he heads home happy to start taking care of himself.

He arrives home and settles the bags in the kitchen counter as he grabs a glass and a bottle of wine. With everything he needs, he goes to his room, feeling a tingling in his belly with the expectation that he is going to have a good time, for a couple of hours he will be able to put his mind on something else than Jimin.

Once in the room, he leaves the things in the bathroom and begins to undress. When he is about to take off his underwear, he decides it would be nice to have a light snack with the wine. He doesn't bother to cover himself as he heads to the kitchen since he is home alone.

Oh, how wrong he was.

"Daddy" He hears very quietly in between some muffled whining as he passes by Jimin's room. Maybe she was feeling sick so she skipped college, he thinks. He takes a few steps back approaching the slightly open door.

"Ba-" 'by you are okay?' Got stuck in his throat as he grabs the doorknob and peers through the crack in the door into his daughter's room.

Inside, he can see Jimin, back facing the door, sitting on her calves on the bed. She's wearing knee-high stockings and a shirt too big to be hers sliding off one of her shoulder, swaying her hips back and forth in a slow rhythm.

"Fuck" He whispers, more like a puff of air escaping his mouth leaving him breathless.

Her thrust starts to get faster and faster while his hands, which were resting in front of her, start roaming through her body. Her knees, her thighs, her tummy, she continues to move them up until she grabs her tits causing the shirt to lift up exposing her ass. The new exhibit allows Namjoon to see that she is sitting on a pillow -his pillow, his mind supplies- and how the muscles in her butt contract and relax each time she pushes his hips.

"Oh, D-daddy. Fu-ah-ck ngh~" She says kneading a tit with one hand while with the other she puts the shirt in her mouth to bite.

Namjoon is speechless, he feels his cock chubbing up inside his briefs. He rubs his face with his hands as shiver runs down his spine and his body temperature begins to rise. He can't move, he's lost the ability to walk or to think at all.

Jimin falls on his belly with his legs bent to his chest and Namjoon can't take his eyes off her daughter's body. Between two fat cheeks lies the most beautiful rim and further down, emerging from that pink, silky pussy, he can glimpse an even pinker silicon strip.

He's full hard now. In no universe could he have escaped that heavenly devilish creature and come out intact. He palms his cock over his briefs, gently strokes along his shaft, but he needs more, he wants more. He pulls down the hem of his shorts and frees his cock from the cotton prison. Furious red tip glistening with a drop of precum bounces on his abdomen.

He starts thumbing the head and without much ado he begins to run his fist up and down his cock. He spits into the head to smooth the movement, he likes it wetter, but this would do. His pulls are fierce, almost angry.

"So good for me" He hears Jimin saying in between choked moans "So. Fucking. Good." She says as she sneaks an arm between his body and the pillow. He can see two tiny fingers appearing in between her legs, she circles her hole around the silicone strip and then spreads her folds to gain friction.

"'m close Daddy" Jimin breathes as she continues to make small, agitated thrusts. And Namjoon is gone. He knows he's close too. He rests his forehead on the arm that is leaning against the door frame and grunts biting his lip to silence his moans.

He keeps pumping his sticky, cum covered cock at the same speed as his daughter pounds the pillow. His fist's warm but he knows Jimin's cunt would be hotter, sweeter, better.

Their breaths become one and he knows that their hearts must beat to the same rhythm as well. They continue like that, fucking themselves with the image of the other imprinted in their minds, the other's body under their fingertips, and each other's name on their tongues as they come at the same time.

As his breathing steadies he looks down and realizes that there is cum all over the door frame, with shaky legs he goes to his bathroom and turn on the bathtub, takes off his underwear and puts on a robe. Briefs in hand, he goes to Jimin's room but doesn't see her in bed as he had left her, just entering a little he hears the shower running in her bathroom. He comes out, cleans the door frame with the already sticky underwear and heads to take the so awaited bath.

Back in his room he tosses the briefs on the floor and, a little calmer, looks at his bed and sees that a pillow is indeed missing from the side where he sleeps. He can't wait for it to be returned and bury his face in it until he runs out of air, until his lungs are filled with her scent. His dick twitches but he paid no mind as he goes to the bathroom, slides the robe from his body and enters the bathtub.

Bubble bath, vanilla scented candles and a glass of wine. He's in fact relaxing, or at least his body is. His head on the other hand is a battlefield of conflicted thoughts. He can't fucking belive this. He can't define whether this is a sign or some kind of test from the universe that is clearly failing at.

At what point did it all become distorted. When it went from being an intrusive thought to something so real, so palpable. How it went from waking up with a hard dick because of a wet a dream to jerking off watching Jimin surrendering to pleasure, from one too many touches to eating the fuck out her daughter's cunt.

He pours himself a glass of wine to settle his mind. One become a few and at some point he is woken up by Jimin calling his name from outside the door.