Kiss It Better-3

"Daddy, you there?" Her voice is low, almost sleepy. Namjoon blinks to get out of the slumber. "I saw your things at the entrance but I can't find you, can I come in?" She says when she doesn't hear an answer.

"Yeah, baby I'm he-" His sentence is cut short with Jimin poking his head in the door. And although he can't see anything because of the bath foam, his hands instinctively cover his cock.

"Hi Daddy" She smiles "I didn't hear you arrive, how long have you been home?" She says blushing.

"Hello Cheeky, I arrived at around half past three" he lies calculating the time Jimin was taking a bath. "I didn't know you were home either, did you skipped school?"

"Yes, I was feeling kind of weird today, I preferred to stay and rest." Jimin says opening the door further.

"It's alright baby, how do you feel now?" He asks as he straightens up a bit, resting both arms on the edge of the bathtub and his chin over them, as if hiding his body.

"Super!" She says cheerily as her smile widens "I rested so well, Daddy" She keeps talking as she sits in the on the bathroom counter "I really needed that, college is stressing me out, I needed to relax a bit and it seems that you too, you are glowing Daddy, now I'm tempted to take a bubble bath, next time prepare me one too" She giggles swinging her legs.

"It was actually very good, let me know and I'll make one for you whenever you want. Did you need anything, why were you looking for me?"

"Jus' wanted to see you" She says shrugging.

"Okay baby, I'll be done in a minute, now get out so I can put some clothes on and then I'll prepare dinner. Are you craving something?"

"Mhm, I can think of a couple of things" She says raising her eyebrows "But I'll let you know later" She finishes with a wink jumping down the sink with a little hop. Seeing that his daughter is gone, he gets out of the bathtub and puts a towel around his waist. He's drying his hair with another when the door is flung open.

"Oh, I forgot!" Jimin walks in and talks like it's nothing "I put your loundry away, did you throw something on yourself? It was all sticky eww." Namjoon's mouth hang wide open.

"Yeah, uhm... A milkshake. I tripped and it fell all over me" His words burst out of his mouth, both hands gripping the towel at his waist tightly, the other one forgotten on the floor.

"Daddyyyyy, you are so clumsy" She giggles behind his hand "A giant clumsy teddy bear. Lucky you to have me, what would you do without me, huh? And what's that about doing fun things without me, bubble bath, milkshakes, I wonder what else you're doing behind my back." She asks with a mischievous pout.

"Now you're trying to make me feel bad and you won't succeed, you know I live for you, Jimin" His tone is way more serious than Jimin's playful one. He doesn't know if he is misinterpreting the situation or if it indeed was with the intention his dick perceived. "Now go away, I have to get dressed"

"Okay, okay, I'm just messing with you. 'm sorry daddy, I know you are the best for me" She says with a sheepish face "I love you, don't be mad, please Daddy" This time is a real sad pout and Namjoon channels all the self control he has left to not run and hug her.

"I love you too baby, now go, please." And out she goes.

The first thing he notices when he comes out of the bathroom is that the pillow has been put back in its place and like a drug addict he goes straight to grab it and sniff it. He inhales so deeply that he gets dizzy. These are the breathing exercises he needs, fuck counting to three, all he needs is her scent.

The afternoon comes and goes like any other day, except Namjoon counts down the minutes to lie on his bed and be enveloped in that sugary fragrance. Dinner was no different. He couldn't pay attention to anything Jimin told him, something about college and his classmates. He almost didn't eat either because of the anxiety of what awaited him in his bed.

That night Namjoon slept like a baby. The bubble bath relaxed his body - the handjob may have helped, too - and his daughter's heavenly scent embraced him like a lullaby. He wakes up lighter and with only one thought in his head, having the smell of his daughter's pussy. Whatever it takes.

It really doesn't takes much. He just need to be sneaky and stealthy and his daughter's panties, of course. So every time Jimin takes a bath, he needs to go straight to the laundry basket. It's not difficult since he is the one who takes care of all the house chores. He really needs to stop spoiling her so much, but that's homework for later.

♡

Things are going well. Several weeks have passed and the days where he was upset about everything are in the past, Namjoon feels much calmer. After reflecting a bit he recognized that spying on his daughter while she was touching herself was a very low point and he promised not to do it anymore. Jerking off burying his daughter's panties in his nose is also wrong, but it's not that bad. At least he's not invading her privacy.

They are not seeing much of each other Namjoon is busier with work, the firm where he works is growing and between new cases and work dinners he's bearly home. Jimin is preparing for the upcoming exam week, so she's staying longer at college on in the library and when she's home she is locked in her room. Their schedules just don't match.

Although Namjoon misses her, he is grateful for this little rest where his life takes a turn towards the normalcy he so desires. He also knows she stresses a lot about her grades, so it's not uncommon for her to disappear from real life and put her nose in her books when she has to study. She is so applied. Namjoon drools when he thinks about how perfect she is, outside but also inside. More than anything, inside.

It's not because she's his daughter that he thinks she's perfect. It's because she really is perfect. Perfect for him. Good, affectionate, attentive, educated, loving and he could go on listing adjectives worthy of celestial deities without getting tired. She is the treasure he did not seek but the heavens sent and then became everything he did not know he dreamed of.

He is so lucky to have her.

She was always very attached to Namjoon. Her mother abandoned them when she was one year old, so Jimin has no memory of her. Namjoon met her in the second year of college and they became friends quite fast, between books and study dates they became friends with benefits. It was a mutual agreement with the sole purpose of releasing tensions and stress from the busy faculty life, being easier to satisfy those basic needs with each other than going out in search of a third party.

They were never a couple, just good friends who lent their bodies to each other from time to time, and in one of those encounters they conceived Jimin. Namjoon made it clear to her that he would accompany her in whatever decision she made, nine months later Jimin came into their lives.

They were both 20 years old when Jimin was born. Neither of them were ready to be parents but they managed more than well. One day Namjoon woke up and she was simply gone, leaving two notes on the nightstand and half an empty closet.

Namjoon doesn't hold it against her for abandoning them. He saw her try but she simply couldn't, it wasn't her time. Sometimes he remembers her with a smile because he really loved her, she was a great support in his life, he is sure that if she hadn't left they would still be great friends.

He doesn't miss her but sometimes he finds her in Jimin. Like when her eyes disappear when she smiles or how her body finds the floor when she laughs her heart out. Like how is it so natural for her to be loved by others or how she's always willing to help the one in need. So no, he doesn't hold a grudge, he can't. Not when she was the one that helped him receive the best gift of his life, his precious treasure.

Life went on, between notes and diapers, law books and toys, coffee and baby bottles. They grew up together, learning from each other and accompanying the other through every change. From outside it may seem difficult but for Namjoon it was never that complicated, Jimin was always very patient with him, almost as if she knew and awaited for him.

Since she was a little girl she was very generous and attentive, in kindergarten when a kid was lonely or sad she would appear to spread her smile. At school she was the teacher's favorite, always emphasizing how studious and good companion she was. Her classmates also thought so since every year they voted her as the best classmate, she also won the prettiest girl medal but Namjoon, even though he supports the motion, didn't agree with classifying children according to their physical beauty. As a teenager, her personality grew stronger and never changed, always helpful and kind, being there for everyone in need in the most altruistic way, thus gaining many friends.

She is one of those popular people who don't rely on those standards to measure people's value. 'Greatness lies in the inside' is something Namjoon taught her and she professed it. She never let the praise go to her head always with her feet on the ground and values in the palm of her hand. Namjoon knows he helped her to be that way, but most of it is simply because she is that way... Perfect.

That little girl became a woman. A beautiful one. And one night she appeared in his dreams. And then another. And another. Her innocent touches became impossible to miss and one day without realizing it he found himself initiating it. Little unnecessary squeezes in hugs, kisses lasting a second too long, caresses bordering the paternal boundary.

His house became his own hell and his daughter his temptation. He hates himself for that, but he hates even more not being able to be with her the way he wants. So he started therapy to control that impulse, that desire. And for almost three years he've been able to hold it. Thebeast was ibernating, dreaming the impossible, desiring the unthinkable.

♡

On any given Saturday he wakes up hot all over. Not the kind of 'I've had a wet dream with my daughter again' hot but real hot. Unsteady breathing and a weight on his chest. His head hurts and the light bothers his eyes. He scolds himself, he shouldn't have had so much to drink last night at that working dinner. As he regains consciousness he realizes there is a body next to him, he knows he didn't bring anyone home for the night, he never did and never would.

He can't move much because of the extra weight on him. He starts noticing a leg tangled up with his, an arm around his waist, a fist clenching his shirt and a head on his chest. Even without seeing her face he knows it's Jimin, but he pulls his head a little to the side to see her. She has an annoyed expression, furrowed eyebrows, eyes squeezed tightly and a firm pout. Namjoon thinks she must be having a bad dream.

He looks over to the other side and on the nightstand he sees that the clock reads 9 am and next to it a glass of water with a hangover medicine that he doesn't remember leaving there. He smiles knowing it must have been Jimin.

He tries to get out of the bed making Jimin startle a little, she wraps his foot further around Namjoon's leg bending his knee up, slightly brushing his cock. And Oh, he notices that it's chubbed up. At first instant he freezes but then moves a little to the side to release his cock from the contact. He has to get out of that bed.

"Daddy" She breathes very very low. If she wasn't on top of him it would go unnoticed. Thinking she is awake he runs his hand across her forehead, pulling a few hairs out her hair and as he is about to tell her good morning he feels the grip on his shirt deepen, her leg wrapping tighter around his, a pressure on his hip and a little airy whimper escaping Jimin's lips.

A choked fuck stuck in Namjoon's throat, he rubs his face in frustration, hungover long forgotten. Jimin keeps looking for friction as small puffs of air are expelled from her mouth. It's not thrusting, more like slow stroking with her pussy right on his hip bone. He's glad he's put on sweatpants before going to sleep, otherwise the contact would be more tempting.

He takes courage and begins to move little by little to free himself from that flesh jail. It's a dangerous decision but he's willing to risk it, Jimin seems to be sleeping soundly after all.

After a few slow motion minutes he frees himself from her grasp and climbs out of bed. Once he's standing up, his eyes roams Jimin. Her face is frustrated, she's curled up her body and just where he was lying he sees one of her panties, one that he'd stolen days ago. He grabs it quickly, puts it in the nightstand drawer and with a mental face palm he goes to prepare breakfast.

After making pancakes - Jimin's favorite - squeezing out orange juice, slicing some fruit, pouring some coffee for himself and waiting for his cock to deflate, he returns to his bedroom to find Jimin rolled into a ball under the sheets with her back facing Namjoon's side.

"Wake up cheeky" he says leaving the tray in the middle of the bed. He sits in his side and picks up the cup of coffee and with his other hand starts caressing Jimin's hair. She purrs at the soft contact, stretches a bit and turns around to face Namjoon.

"Hi Daddy" Her voice's sleepy, she blinks peeking from bellow the sheets.

"Hi baby" He starts combing her hair with his fingers.

"It tickles" she giggles coming out of the sheets.

"I made pancakes" He says pinching her nose.

"You are the best, daddy!" she says exited as she climbs on his lap and hugs him, face buried in the crook of his neck. Namjoon startles, almost pouring the coffee from the cup in his hand.

"Oh! Someone woke up clingy!" He laughs tenderly. "Are you okay?" He pushes her a little back creating space between them to look at her face. "Did you have a bad dream? It's been a while since you last came to sleep in my bed in the middle of the night" He starts drinking his coffee looking at his phone.

"Uhm no, it wasn't a bad dream." Namjoon look at her, she makes a face like she's thinking and then her expression changes to something Namjoon can't decipher. "It was one of those wierd ones, where you wake up all sweaty and tingling"

Namjoon chokes on the coffee spitting it all over himself, whining as the hot liquid make contact with his skin. He bends to the side and leaves the cup on the nightstand, right next to the picture of the two of them together. He straightens up and face his daughter.

"Jimin" Her name tastes different in his tongue, no cheeky, no baby, no lovely tone. "Get down of me."

"Now I feel funny" She mimics a pout, paying no mind at what her father just told her. "I think you should kiss me better da-"

"I said get down of me." He doesn't shout but his voice is stearn, and although it doesn't sits right in his stomach it's what he need to do. He cannot fall into temptation again. He needs to make Jimin belive that he wasn't, isn't, affected at all.

"But dad, I'm feeling sick and it's your job to take care of me." She grabs his face. "Like that night you helped me. Remember?" She starts caressing his cheeks. "Taking such a good care of me, making me feel better." She slides one thumb by his bottom lip. "Making me feel good."

"I said stop this!" He shouts as he pulls her off his lap. Jimin is startled, never in his 22 years has Namjoon raised his voice to her.

"B-but daddy" She says as he tries to crawl back to Namjoon but gets down the bed.

"I said stop, Jimin. And... don't call me that anymore. That night... I did what I had to do to take care of it, you were being a spoiled brat and I wanted to go to sleep as soon as possible. I knew it was going to be an endless night if I didn't fulfill your little whim, you'd make a scene like a little girl getting her toy taken away and I wasn't having any of it. It wasn't good for me and it shouldn't have been good for you either. You should understand by now because you're not a little girl anymore, right?"

"'Course 'm not. I'm a woman now Namjoon" she adds in between his lines.

"But I thought that that was going to be a one time thing considering that you are way too capable of taking care of yourself, fucking my face like a little needy slut. I don't think you need me, or anyone in that matter." He spits out his words without even thinking.

"Oh I know you know I don't need anyone to feel pleasure" she laughs in disbelief.

"What does that even mean!?" The conversation escalates quickly and without their noticing.

"That means that I can fuck myself really good and you know that pretty well"

"How would I -"

"Cut the crap dad I saw you that day. At my door. Don't even try to deny it."

Hearing no response, Jimin continues to spew painful truths in Namjoon's face, all he can do is stand there and listen.

"You think you are sneaky and all but you aren't. I could hear your breathing, I could hear the wet noises while you were stroking your fucking cock and I could surely hear your moans, so don't came here all mighty pointing fingers on me when you absolutely are the same. You think of me when you touch yourself, you smell me, you moan my name, Namjoon."

Her words are daggers to his heart, he really can't take it anymore. Hearing the things he did from his daughter's mouth feels too real. Maybe he got it all wrong. He is disgusting and Jimin must be so uncomfortable with him. How could he break his daughter trust in the most sickening way. He needs to leave this room, he can't be here anymore, he starts walking to the door.

"Oh, cat got your tongue daddy? Or you stuffed your mouth with one of my used panties again like a perv?" Namjoon immediately stops his pace and turns around in complete astonishment. They make eye contact, her eyes are a defiant fire about to consume everything in its path and his are just ashes.

"I, I'm sorry, I... Sorry" He says voice low, teary eyes and empty gaze. He lowers his head and turns around ready to leave. He can't take it anymore, the truth is too painful to bare, just the though of Jimin hating him breaks his heart in thousands pieces.

"Don't!" Jimin screams as she jumps off the bed and runs to stand with open arms in front of Namjoon blocking the exit.

"I'm sorry d-daddy, I di-didn't mean it, I-I don't know why I - " Jimin starts sobbing in between her words "p-lease forgive m-me I don't think that, please forg-give me" She hugs him tightly, choking her words as her face collapse in his chest. Namjoon just stands there, being holded, torn apart.

Jimin keeps crying desperately as he apologizes over and over again. Namjoon's heart aches with every sob, every whine and hoping he could make them fade away, he hugs her back.

"It's ok baby, It's okay. Daddy's the one who have to apologize." Both his hands find her head and hold her tight. "'m sorry. I'm really sorry. I didn't know you knew. Fuck! that's not an excuse, I mean- I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, to feel unsafe with me." He kisses the crown of her head.

"No! That's not true" She tilts her head back and looks up to Namjoon's eyes. "I shouldn't have said that, I was angry at you and I just wanna make you react, nothing is true. Please belive me. I love you." Her words are soft and true.

"Shh, it's okay, baby, it's okay." He tries to calm her down, still petting her head. "I love you too."

"I love you," She says puting her hands on his chest and kisses right where his heart is "and the way you are," she tiptoes, pecking his left cheek, Namjoon's hands finds her waist to support her, "in every way." the right one. "I- I shouldn't have said those mean things" She hiccups. Her gaze falls on Namjoon's, longing. "I'm sorry." Her lips lands on the tip of his nose and Namjoon is floating, he closes his eyes.

"Your baby's sorry," She kisses one of his eyes, "so, so sorry, Daddy." and then the other. "I love you." She whispers, air colliding in Namjoon's lips and they part as a breath get stuck in his throat "So much" Her voice low, her lips brushing Namjoon's. He squeezes her waist as a reflex, Jimin shudders.

"I." A little peck in his upper lip. "Love." his bottom one. "You." She licks her lips before leaving a wet kiss on his mouth. And then another. And another.

"Kiss me back." She breathes in Namjoon's lips "Please daddy, kiss me back." All the haughtiness she had before vanished completely. And who is Namjoon to deny his baby when she's asking so nicely.

His hands that were on her waist roam to the sides of her nape, thumbs caressing her cheeks. He rests his forehead on Jimin's and inhales deeply closing his eyes. His grip tightens as he feels her breath warm up his lips. He opens his eyes and melts at the sight, Jimin is looking at him with so much fondness, so much love. He approaches slowly, leaving a tiny peck on Jimin's nose and her mouth part. He kisses one eye and then the other, then the forehead and both cheeks. He brushes her nose with his as he smiles.

He runs his thumb across her lips and finally, finally closes the gap between their mouths. They start slow, tracing every inch with intent. Namjoon thick, rough lips uncovers Jimin's plump, soft ones. The kiss is tender but intense. Affectionate and passionate. He kisses her as what she means to him, the most precious thing in the entire universe and she kisses him as what he means to her, her greatest desire.

Jimin licks at his bottom lip asking for permission and Namjoon grants it immediately. They continue at a slow pace, taking their time to discover every corner of each other's mouth. Namjoon learns that every time he runs his tongue along her lips Jimin goes lax in his hold as tiny little whimpers escapes her mouth and Jimin learns that every time she sucks his tongue with fervor Namjoon's tightens his grip and pulls her closer.

Jimin's rests her hands by his hips and pushes slightly forward, taking a few steps until Namjoon's legs hit the bed. He sits down and instinctively Jimin climbs onto his lap, lips still glued to each other's. She starts moving her hips tentatively, Namjoon's hands slide down her body sneaking into her shirt, he grabs her ass and squeezs it tightly, spreading her cheeks as he pushes her hips forward.

"Ngh~ fuck Daddy" Jimin moans and Namjoon's eyes open immediately tilting his head back to look at his daughter. "What happened, did I do something wrong?" voice soft, eyes widened in panic.

"No, baby, not at all." Namjoon reassures her caressing the sides of her thighs. "You are perfect. My perfect princess" He says smiling, boops Jimin's nose and earns a giggle as a reward. Oh, how he missed her laugh. "Baby, I'm serious, you are perfect. I am the only one who did things wrong" He pulls back a little, leaning on his hands.

"Don't say that Daddy. It's okay. I'm okay. I wanted this. I want this." she strokes his face. "It was my fault, I asked you to make me feel better and you did just that. You are the perfect one. So perfect for me." she finishes moving forward to kiss her father and, on impulse, ends up falling on top of him on the bed.