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“He’s so beautiful, Daddy,” Jimin coos, smiling down at the baby in his arms, swaddled in a sky blue blanket.

Jimin is fourteen now, and just gave birth to a baby boy. He’s sweating and still in pain, blood staining the blanket he’s sitting on, but the baby in his arms—his own son—makes all the pain that he’s endured worth it. Not to mention his Daddy smiling at him and the child so proudly, so happily.

He wouldn’t change it for the world.

“He’s our child, baby,” Jungkook says softly, turning his son’s head to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Is this the last one?” Jimin looks up at him, eyes shining with tears. He’s not sure if they’re tears of joy, worry, or both. “I want all of the babies you can give me, Daddy.”

Jungkook rubs his now-flat tummy, humming. The boy’s youthful skin almost entirely bounced back to what it was before he was pregnant. But there remains a thin layer of fat that he didn’t have before the pregnancy. He’s by no means fat, not even a little chubby, but Jimin has certainly softened out, his once thin body just a little thicker. Jungkook absolutely adores his figure now—still trim, but with soft curves and just the slightest bit of belly.

Jungkook’s hands move to his son’s tits, massaging them and tweaking his perky nipples. “I’ll keep you knocked up for as long as I live,” he promises. “I must say, though, I’m jealous that I won’t be the only one sucking on these beautiful little titties.” He plants a kiss on his son’s cheek, smiling against his skin.

Jimin giggles, laying his head back on his father’s broad shoulder. “When do I get to show little Namjoonie how much I love him?” he asks eagerly.

Jungkook pulls the boy closer to him, kissing along Jimin’s jaw and neck. “Not for a while, baby,” he says. “I was going to wait for you to be older, but...Taehyung ruined that plan.”

Jungkook isn’t angry about it anymore—far from it. He’s long since got over it; in fact, he’s grateful for it.

After all, he has a beautiful little family now.

 fifteen years later

“Dad? I’m home!”

Jimin smiles down at the onions he’s chopping, happy to hear that his son is home. “I’m in the kitchen, Namjoonie.”

Namjoon saunters into the kitchen, briefly kissing his father on the lips before looking down curiously at the array of chopped vegetables. “What are you cooking?”

“Something good,” Jimin says, grinning.

Namjoon smiles, walking over to the dining table and sitting down. He scrolls through his Instagram feed, occasionally sparing his father a glance. “So, Dad,” he says after a while, peering up at Jimin. “When are you going to let me...you know….”

Jimin stops julienning the carrot on the chopping board and turns to face his son, sighing. “I told you, honey. Once you turn eighteen we can do it.”

Namjoon frowns, dismayed. He stands up and walks toward his father, enveloping him in a bear hug, chin resting on one of Jimin’s petite shoulders, hands gripping his tiny waist. “But I want you now...Daddy took you when you were thirteen, so why can’t I have you now?”

Jimin sighs again, shaking his head. “Because, Namjoon,” he says, voice tinged with irritation. “You just can’t. Daddy was going to wait until I was older, but your Uncle Taehyung—”

“Yeah, I know the story,” Namjoon cuts in, rolling his eyes. His hands roam up Jimin’s torso, stopping at his small tits and cupping them eagerly.

Jimin sets the knife down, blowing his bangs out of his face. “God, it was a mistake to tell you our plans so early,” he grumbles to himself. He then raises his voice, “Namjoon. Can you please stop touching me? I’m trying to cook. Why don’t you go hang out with your siblings? Seokjin’s been feeling lonely.”

Namjoon ignores his father, instead proceeding to massage his tits. He leans in to Jimin’s ear, whispering against it, “But Mommy ...I need you so bad.”

Namjoon knows Jimin’s little secret—that he loves being called “mommy.” He hates the way that his son’s voice, oh-so low and whispery, and his big hands touching his tits, send heat straight to his pussy. Not to mention that he can feel Namjoon’s boner poking him.

Jimin fidgets uncomfortably, picking a spot on the wall to stare at. He can’t let his son win this easily—Daddy would kill him, after all.

“Mommy,” Namjoon coos. “Don’t you want me too? I can fill you up so good.”

“Yes, but—we have to wait,” Jimin says, gritting his teeth. He feels himself getting wetter by the second, and god , does he want to just let Namjoon fuck him against the counter. “If you’re feeling horny, why don’t you just go jerk off?”

Namjoon smirks, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot right below Jimin’s earlobe. His smirk only grows when his father visibly shivers, gasping quietly. “Then you wouldn’t mind if I jerked off here?”

“I-I…need to cook,” Jimin stutters. He’s so fucking weak . He wants to see Namjoon’s cock, wants to see him get off to him. And if they aren’t actually doing anything...then surely, his daddy couldn’t be mad.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Namjoon says, grinning. He sheds his pants and underwear, hand wrapping around his length and stroking it quickly.

Jimin gulps at the sound it makes, peering at Namjoon’s cock out of the corner of his eye.

Namjoon catches him and chuckles. “You can look, Mommy. I’m sure Daddy won’t mind if you just watch. I sure wouldn’t mind.”

Jimin cautiously turns around, first avoiding looking at Namjoon’s cock, but eventually succumbing to his urge to stare. “Jesus,” he says quietly, eyes now glued to his son’s dick. “What if your siblings come down and see?”

“Look how hard you made me,” Namjoon says, staring up at his father. “And don’t worry. I’m sure they’re all playing video games. Even if they do come down...they can just enjoy the show.”

Jimin pushes his hair back, pussy now dripping wet. “When did you get so...big?” he asks, trying to sound casual. But it’s incredibly difficult to sound casual when you’re watching your son jerk off in front of you, especially when he’s huge and leaking precum and so hard….

Namjoon only chuckles in response. “You want a closer look? Kneel down.”

Jimin finds himself obeying Namjoon, despite the better half of him screaming at him not to. He slowly gets onto his knees, eyes still glued to his son’s cock, mesmerized. “So pretty…” he whispers to himself.

“What was that?” Namjoon asks tauntingly, holding back a snicker.

Jimin’s cheeks flush pink. He shakes his head, trying to backtrack. Despite his embarrassment, he can’t find it in him to look away.

“If you think it’s so pretty…” Namjoon begins, laughing when Jimin’s head shoots up to look at him. “Then why don’t you touch it? We’re not doing anything, really, so it couldn’t hurt…don’t you think?”

Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip nervously, tentatively extending a hand and gripping the base of his son’s cock. He lets out a shaky gasp—he really is huge, could probably rival Jungkook’s cock.

Namjoon guides his father’s hand up and down his cock, letting out occasional grunts of approval and verbal praise. “Is it big enough for you, Mommy? You think I could fuck you as good as Daddy does?”

Jimin swallows thickly, unwilling to answer that question out loud— god, yes , his mind whispers. He continues to stroke his son’s cock, Namjoon’s hand still guiding him.

“So good for me, hmm?” Namjoon praises. “Gonna make me cum all over that pretty, slutty face?”

When did Namjoonie get so cocky? Jimin wonders to himself. But, he finds that he doesn’t mind it at all. If anything, it’s a massive turn on, only contributing to the dampness in his panties. He can feel the submissive in himself slowly revealing itself—the urge to obey, to be a good little slut for his son, is overwhelming.

“Just like Daddy,” Jimin says, a small smile playing on his lips. “Always so...horny.”

Namjoon chuckles. “It’s hard not to be when you walk around the house looking as sexy as you do.“ He deliberately drags his eyes up Jimin’s body, from his scantily clad legs, just barely covered by a pair of Daisy Dukes, to his torso, only covered by a tiny crop top and the kitchen apron, all the way up to his already debauched face. “I’m more than grateful that Daddy makes you dress like this.” He smirks.

Jimin blushes furiously, especially with knowing that his son is so blatantly checking him out right now. It only serves to send another wave of heat down to his throbbing pussy. “Do you always...look at me like that?” He asks, swallowing hard, unable to make eye contact.

“It’s hard not to,” Namjoon says nonchalantly, shrugging. “And god, when you were pregnant with Hoseokie...you looked so fucking good with that swollen belly. Don’t even get me started on the tits. All I wanted to do was suck them—”

Jimin’s eyes widen. “Y-you were nine!” he exclaims, stopping his strokes. “Just like Daddy, though,” he murmurs to himself. “He loved how I looked whenever I was pregnant….”

“Just because I was nine doesn’t mean I couldn’t recognize what’s hot.” Namjoon chuckles, continuing to guide Jimin’s hand on his dick. “Shit, I’m close,” he utters.

Jimin instinctually speeds up upon hearing those words, pussy leaking at the thought of his son cumming on his face.

“Such a good slut,” Namjoon praises, breathing becoming a little shakier as he nears his orgasm. “So close, Mommy.”

Jimin bites his lip, continuing to stroke his son’s cock. He brings his left hand to Namjoon’s member, working it with two hands. At this, Namjoon moves his hands to his father’s hair, gripping the strands and grunting in pleasure.

“Shit, gonna cum,” Namjoon hisses. “Gonna fucking cum all over that beautiful face.”

Jimin continues to work Namjoon’s cock as he begins to cum, the thick, white ribbons of seed landing on his face. He lets out an involuntary sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he feels his son’s cum coat his features.

“Damn, that felt good,” Namjoon says breathlessly as he comes down from his climax.

As Jimin opens his eyes, Namjoon is pulling him back up. “Nam—” He’s quickly cut off by his son’s lips against his own, pinning him against the counter and kissing him fervently.

Jimin can’t help but let his eyes close again and lose himself in the kiss, letting his tongue slip into Namjoon’s mouth. He pulls his son closer, effectively bridging the gap between them. Namjoon sucks on Jimin’s tongue, eliciting a heady moan from the latter. He chuckles into his father’s mouth, pulling away to catch his breath.

“Want me to return the favor?” Namjoon asks, hand already sliding into Jimin’s panties, fingers quickly finding his clit. He doesn’t need his father to respond—his sopping wet cunt is telling enough. “So wet already. Such a desperate little slut. Did you like watching your son jerk off and cum all over you?”

Jimin whimpers in reply, closing his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the sensation of his eldest son fingering him. “Namjoonie, p-please—”

“Please what, bitch?” Namjoon asks, his unoccupied hand moving to his father’s tits, pinching his sensitive nipples.

Jimin gasps, shaking his head. “This is too much...what if Daddy sees us? He’ll punish me...for being bad a-and letting you...touch me.” Despite his words, Jimin moans, slightly humping up against Namjoon’s hand.

“Don’t you think you deserve it? Acting like such a dirty whore, letting me touch your pussy like this. He should punish you for being so lewd,” Namjoon says, his voice a low whisper.

Jimin whines in response. “N-no, I’m good, I’m a good boy….” The amount of power that Namjoon has over him, his desire to submit to his own son simultaneously disgusts him and turns him on.

“Slut,” Namjoon hisses. “I bet you’d let me fuck your loose little whore hole. You’ll spread your legs for any man’s cock, huh?” Jimin shakes his head, but Namjoon continues regardless. “Be a good girl for me and let me fuck you, hm? Are you gonna let me fill you up and breed you like the good girl I know you are?”

Before Jimin can answer, he hears the sound of the front door unlocking. He tries to push Namjoon away, but his son continues fingering him, smirking as he does so.

“Jiminie, baby, I’m—”

It’s Jungkook. He doesn’t even finish his sentence, taken aback by the sight of Namjoon fingering Jimin. He makes direct eye contact with Jimin and smirks, relishing in the fear harbored in Jimin’s eyes.

“Well, well, well,” Jungkook drawls, slowly walking to the kitchen. “Look what we have here. A loose little slut getting fingered by his own son. Or...brother, if you will.”

Jimin blushes bright red. He pushes Namjoon away and rushes over to his daddy, hugging him tightly. “D-Daddy, please don’t be mad, it was all Namjoonie, he wanted me and I said no but t-then he just and it and I didn’t—” he rambles, tears welling up in his eyes and spilling down his cheeks.

Jimin feels one of Jungkook’s big hands carding through his hair. He looks up to find that his father is smiling pleasantly, and immediately, the fear, dread, and anxiety leaves his body.

Jungkook leans in for a kiss, capturing Jimin’s with his own and moving against his son’s thick, pouty lips easily. Jimin sighs into the kiss, relaxing against his daddy’s tall figure, tongue sliding languidly into Jungkook’s mouth.

Jungkook breaks the kiss before it can escalate into something more, hovering above his son’s mouth and whispering, “If it was all Namjoonie, then why was he fingering you? To me, baby, it sounds like you’re a desperate whore who just couldn’t wait another three years.”

Jimin hears Jungkook slap him across the face before he feels it. The pain follows shortly after, his cheek stinging from the impact. He lets out a yelp, taking a step away from his father.

“Go on, baby boy. Let Namjoonie fuck you. That’s all you’re good for, after all,” Jungkook says nonchalantly, sitting down at the dining table. He nudges Jimin toward Namjoon. “Put on a good show for Daddy and maybe I’ll show you mercy when I punish you.”

Jimin looks back at his father as he walks back to Namjoon. “A-are you going to...to watch?” he asks, eyes drawn down to the sight of Jungkook pulling his dick out of his pants and stroking it.

Jungkook laughs. “I’ve been really pent up lately...I’d kill to see my favorite slut getting fucked by our son.”

Namjoon grins eagerly, pinning his father against the counter and shoving his hand into his already soaked panties, fervently rubbing at his engorged clit. “You’re so fucking wet, Mommy. Gonna take my cock so well,” Namjoon says lowly. “Gonna knock you up just like Daddy, give you my fucking child.”

Jimin whimpers, nibbling on his bottom lip. He tries to hold back his moans, but to no avail. “N-no…” he says weakly. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to carry his son’s child, but he isn’t so far gone that he’ll admit it.

Namjoon grinds up against Jimin’s pussy, ensuring that his father can feel his boner through the lacy thong. “Can’t wait to be inside you,” he growls, yanking Jimin’s panties down and leaving his freshly shaved cunt exposed.

Jimin looks over at Jungkook, silently pleading for help, but the latter only smirks, continuing to stroke himself.

“I can’t wait to see your belly all swollen again, filled up with a child,” Jungkook says, lazily working his cock. “I know you want it, slut. Want your own son-brother to breed you, huh? You’re so fucking desperate you’ll let anyone knock you up. If I picked a man off the streets and brought him here, you’d beg him to breed you, I bet. Fucking pathetic.”

Jimin moans involuntarily at what his daddy is saying. “N-Namjoonie…” he whispers tentatively, swallowing thickly. “Please….”

Namjoon runs his fingers along Jimin’s glistening slit, eliciting a shiver and a quiet moan from him. He delves into his father’s soft folds and rubs at his clit, drinking in the groans that tumble from Jimin’s lips.

“Does it feel good, Mommy?” Namjoon asks, smiling wickedly. He kneels down, positioning his lips at Jimin’s clit and sucking on it, fingers teasing at his father’s twitching, dripping hole. “Mm, you want me this bad? Such a desperate slut for your own fifteen year old son. How filthy.”

Jimin’s legs tremble, and it takes all of his self control not to beg Namjoon to finger fuck him. “Joonie...making me feel so good,” he whispers, voice so quiet and shaky he’s not even sure that Namjoon heard.

He definitely did, though—Jimin feels the vibrations of his son’s deep chuckle reverberate against his pussy, sending waves of heat to his groin. He moans, pushing his cunt toward Namjoon, silently asking for him to continue the ministrations.

Namjoon licks up the slit of Jimin’s soaking cunt, savoring every droplet of his father’s wetness that lands on his tongue. He moves down, rimming Jimin’s fluttering hole with the tip of his tongue and licking into it. His fingers continue to work the older man’s clit in time with his tongue, thoroughly enjoying the whimpers and moans and pants that he elicits from Jimin.

“O-oh my god, Namjoonie,” Jimin groans, fingers weaving into his son’s soft, black locks of hair and pulling him closer. “I...I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum, please—more, making me feel so good, p-please—”

Namjoon looks up at Jimin smirking. “Already?” he asks, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “So fucking needy, Mommy.”

Namjoon eases his middle finger into his father’s pussy, amazed at how Jimin sucks the digit in, tight walls clenching around it. He sucks at Jimin’s engorged clit, pushing in a second finger. It’s a fairly snug fit, but that doesn’t stop Namjoon from inserting a third. And then a fourth. He fucks his fingers in and out of the tight pussy, eagerly picturing his cock in place of his fingers.

Jimin lets out a long moan. “O-oh my god, i-it hurts, Namjoonie!” he cries, a dull burn situated at his hole. Despite the pain, adrenaline and pleasure course through his veins. “Y-you have four fingers in…”

“And what about it?” Namjoon asks. “Should I just put my whole fist up your slutty, loose little hole? See how much you can take?”

Jimin adamantly shakes his head, but deep down, he wants nothing more. “N-no, that’s too much! P-please, n-no...it already h-hurts….”

Namjoon smirks. “Really? But I think you want more…” He trails off, pretending to be in thought. He hasn’t stopped finger fucking Jimin, eliciting broken up moans and whimpers from his father. “Didn’t Taehyung and Daddy once fuck your pussy at the same time? Surely you can take a fist, don’t you think?”

Namjoon doesn’t wait for an answer. He curls his hand into a fist and rams it inside of Jimin, the man’s hole sucking it in as easily as the first two fingers. Namjoon cackles at Jimin’s scream of pain and pleasure, relentlessly fucking into his father’s cunt with his fist.

“N-Namjoonie!” Jimin shouts, panting heavily. “I-it hurts! Oh my god, please—” He can’t quite discern pain from pleasure anymore; it all melds together into a heady sensation that has both moans of pleasure and cries of pain tumbling from his lips. “A-ahh…”

Namjoon grins. “Feel good?” he asks before returning to Jimin’s clit, switching between sucking it and circling it with the tip of his tongue.

It isn’t long before Jimin adjusts to the girth of Namjoon’s fist, and the pain ebbs away entirely, leaving him only with hot pleasure in each and every nerve. He nods weakly, loud moans uncontrollably falling from his lips. “Joonie...gonna...cum! So f-fucking good, g-gonna...cum soon….” he utters, words broken up by pants and whimpers.

Namjoon carries on fervently licking at Jimin’s clit and thrusting his fist into the other man’s gaping hole. Each and every one of his father’s moans and groans only serve to spur him on, speeding up until his wrist aches from how hard he’s ramming his fist into Jimin’s cunt.

Jimin can only manage a strained “N-Namjoon!” before his orgasm takes him, a loud scream of pleasure being torn from his throat as warmth travels throughout his body. He bucks up into Namjoon’s face, trembling uncontrollably as he cums. “O-oh my fucking god, Joonie, I’m fucking cumming, feels so good, making me feel so good—”

Namjoon continues his ministrations as Jimin cums, relishing in the way that his father’s walls tighten around his fist, cunt leaking profusely. He stops himself from smiling, but the pride he feels is insurmountable.

Jimin is too far gone to notice Jungkook walking up to them and working his cock furiously. He barely feels the splatters of cum that land all over his face and apron, only distantly hearing Jungkook’s grunts as he cums on him.

As Jimin begins to come down from his climax, he slows his hip thrusts to a stop, breathing heavily, his entire body still trembling from the force of his orgasm. He slumps against the counter, letting the tension leave him as he tries to relax.

Namjoon, recognizing that Jimin has finished cumming, pulls away and pulls his fist out with an audible pop. He stands up, not even giving Jimin a chance to catch his breath before crashing their lips together, forcing his tongue into his father’s mouth. He grinds up against Jimin, having gotten painfully hard from eating him out, desperate to bury his dick in the man’s ridiculously tight pussy.

He only pulls away from the kiss when he’s out of breath and Jimin is pushing him away, still trying to catch his own breath.

Namjoon is in awe at how his father looks—eyes hazy and dark with lust, thick, pouty lips shining with spit, a beautiful crimson dusted on his cheeks. He looks wrecked, entirely debauched, and Namjoon is in love with it.

“We’re not done yet,” he says lowly, a smirk crawling on his face. “We won’t be done until your belly is swollen with my child.”

Jimin nods absentmindedly. He hasn’t quite come to his senses and he’s certainly oversensitive; it wouldn’t be comfortable if Namjoon immediately fucked him. But the thought of his son breeding him and giving him another baby, getting fucked into the high heavens, already has him wanting—no, needing —more. Heat rushes to his groin and, if possible, he feels himself becoming even wetter.

“You want that, hmm?” Namjoon asks condescendingly, caressing his father’s cheek. “Want me to knock you up, fill your stupid, useless hole up with cum?” He begins leisurely stroking his rock hard cock, already profusely dripping precum. “That’s all you’re good for, Mommy. Letting people breed you.”

Jimin whimpers, biting his plush bottom lip. “Namjoon, please,” he whispers. “N-need your cock inside me...want your baby.”

Jungkook is already sporting another boner, the scene playing out in front of him too good to be true. Jimin hasn’t been pregnant in so long—it’s been too long, really—and the idea of him finally getting knocked up again is absolutely thrilling. Even if it isn’t Jungkook’s child, it’ll be his son’s child, and that in itself is sexy.

Jungkook makes sly eye contact with Namjoon, giving him an encouraging smirk. “The dirty bitch really wants his own son’s baby. Truly filthy,” he says, sighing exaggeratedly.

“Turn around,” Namjoon says. “Gonna fill you up, bitch.”

Jimin doesn’t even blink an eye, immediately whipping around and presenting his ass to Namjoon. He leans against the counter, looking at his son over his shoulder. “Want you so bad, Namjoonie. Want you to fuck me and breed me.”

Namjoon’s eyes wander down to Jimin’s pussy, fat lips swollen and shiny with slick. He pushes two fingers between Jimin’s cunt lips, running them up and down his slit and lubing them up, eliciting a needy moan from his father. Namjoon pulls his fingers away and positions them at eye level, marveling at the sight of Jimin’s wetness shining on his fingers.

“God, you’re fucking sopping,” he mutters to himself before inserting his fingers into his mouth and sucking the juices off. He moans at the taste, eyes fluttering shut. “Taste so sweet, Mommy.”

Jimin whimpers, murmuring, “h-hurry, Joonie. Need you inside me now….” and at this, Namjoon doesn’t waste anymore time. He grips his cock at the base, stroking it in preparation, uttering a quiet “fuck, you’re hot” before positioning his dick at Jimin’s hole.

Jungkook leans the side of his body against the counter, watching and stroking himself casually with a smirk. “What a little slut.”

Namjoon rims Jimin’s dripping hole, collecting some of his father’s slick on the head of his cock. He’s plenty lubricated from his own precum, but he gives his cock a few firm strokes to spread the wetness along the shaft anyway.

“Ready?” he asks.

Even if Jimin hadn’t responded, Namjoon would have pushed in anyway, but with a nod and whimper from his father, he thrusts in, immediately bottoming out. There’s no use in going slow when he knows Jimin will easily suck him in, being the slut that he is.

He savors the sensation of his father’s warm, wet walls squeezing his cock, moaning headily. He could probably cum just from being inside Jimin, without even moving. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, hands gripping his father’s hips.

“H-holy shit...Namjoon-ah—” Jimin gasps, biting his lip in an attempt to hold his moans back. “Y-you’re so big...fill me up so well.”

“Better than Daddy?” Namjoon leers, simpering. He tosses a sideways glance to Jungkook, monitoring how such a possessive man will react to his question.

Jimin anxiously looks over at his daddy, seeming conflicted. His gaze darts back over to Namjoon, and instead of answering, he lets out a long moan, hoping it will distract his son. “Namjoonie...please, fuck me. Want your baby so bad….”

“Answer the question,” Namjoon says, emphasizing his point by giving a hard, quick thrust into Jimin.

Jimin lets out a surprised groan, looking over at Jungkook again. “Y-yes,” he stammers out, quickly averting his gaze to the linoleum floor. He can feel his father glaring at him, burning into the side of his face, but he’s too petrified to look up.

He really just dug his own grave.

“Oh?” Jungkook seethes, somehow maintaining a perfectly pleasant smile. The malice in his eyes, though, says otherwise. “Really?”

He knows that Jimin is saying it to please Namjoon, but hearing his son say yes to that question, whether it’s a lie or not, makes his blood boil. How dare he choose Namjoon over him?

Jimin is about to defend himself, but before he can speak, Namjoon begins fucking into him at a constant pace, each thrust stealing his breath away and leaving him incapable of forming coherent sentences. He squeezes his eyes shut, relishing in the pleasure of being fucked by his own son.

“Seems like my baby’s going to have an especially awful punishment,” Jungkook says casually.

A shiver runs up Jimin’s spine at the thought—what could be worse than being spanked until half his ass is bruised? However, the pleasure is quick to overtake the thought, and once again, he’s lost in the sensation of Namjoon thrusting into him.

“What a bad girl,” Namjoon croons, cackling. “This is what happens when you’re a dirty slut who spreads her legs for any cock.” He then turns to Jungkook, still maintaining his pace. “Can I watch?” he asks, an eyebrow arched and a dimpled smirk plastered on his face.

Jungkook pretends to think about it. “Hmm. Maybe.” He sighs, eyes wandering down to Jimin’s soaking wet pussy, fat lips parted by Namjoon’s massive cock. The sight makes his own cock twitch. “Why don’t you finish with that dumb little whore of mine first?”

Namjoon nods eagerly, focusing his attention on Jimin once again. “Does that feel good, Mommy? Gonna cum inside of you and breed you, slut. Maybe then you’ll finally have a use, aside from being a loose little hole for Daddy and me to abuse.”

Jimin chokes out a moan, feeling that familiar sense of shame building up in his chest, crawling up to his throat and strangling him. Tears prick at his eyes, but he refuses to let Namjoon get to him—yet.

He groans, each thrust ramming into his g-spot and sending waves of pleasures to his pussy. He roughly begins to finger his clit, desperately needing to cum. “B-baby, more,” he says breathlessly. “Fuck Mommy harder, need you so bad. Want you to knock me up, wanna carry your child.”

“Such a good slut,” Namjoon grunts lowly, delivering a hard spank to Jimin’s round ass. “Gonna look so beautiful, your belly all swollen. Can’t wait to drink your milk, Mommy.”

Jimin moans loudly, probably loud enough that his other children could hear. But he’s beyond caring—as Namjoon had said earlier, if the other kids come down...then they can just enjoy the show. After all, there’s no doubt that they too will end up breeding Jimin eventually.

“Joonie, I-I’m close,” Jimin cries out breathlessly, meeting each of Namjoon’s thrusts, hurriedly chasing his orgasm.

“Yeah, Mommy?” Namjoon asks sardonically. “You love getting bred by your own son that much, hmm? Such a dirty, disgusting little bitch. You really do spread your legs for anyone. You spread them for your best friend, your own father, and now your own son. Mm, you really do have no morals, huh?” His own words spur him on, and he thrusts harder into Jimin’s tight hole, being sucked in deeper by each of the smooth motions of his hips.

Jimin tries to say something, anything to defend his pride, but the words instead present themselves as primal moans, whimpers, and cries. The only comprehensible words that he can manage are “please” and “Namjoonie,” and even then, these are slurred and difficult to understand.

Namjoon knows Jimin well, though, knows very well that he’s begging for more. He obliges, speeding up enough that he’s sure his father’s thighs hurt from how hard he’s fucking into him. He himself feels a sting on the skin of his hips, but the pleasure from ramming into Jimin’s tight cunt is overwhelmingly good, more than enough to almost entirely quell the pain.

From the few times that Namjoon has had sex prior to Jimin, he has usually held out from cumming for a very long time—long enough that it was a bit of a bragging right. But something about the circumstances—be it Jungkook unabashedly watching and jerking off in front of them, fucking his own father-brother with the known intention of knocking him up, or fucking in the open kitchen where any of his siblings could walk in at anytime—has him already nearing his orgasm. If he weren’t so over his head, he’d probably be embarrassed that he’s already about to cum. But as it stands, he’s far too immersed in the addictive euphoria of fucking Jimin, a euphoria that only stands to grow with each thrust.

The way that Jimin’s moans increase in both pitch and volume tells Namjoon that he’s going to cum soon. He wonders distantly if Jimin is even currently capable of vocalizing this.

“Hm, is Mommy gonna cum on her son’s cock?” he asks mockingly, voice surprisingly composed. He delivers a hard slap to one of Jimin’s ass cheeks, drawing out a pained yelp from the other man. “Am I that good, baby? Already about to cum, aren’t you?”

“Ah, N-Namjoon…’M g-gonna cum,” Jimin manages, voice strained and breathing heavy. “P-please, g-g-gonna...c-cum….”

Namjoon laughs, still easily fucking into his father, though his thrusts start to become more erratic as he nears his own orgasm. He pushes Jimin’s hand away from his clit and begins to rub it himself, in time with his thrusts. “Yeah? Cum for me, baby,” he says, sounding a little breathless. “Cum for me like a good little whore.”

Out of the corner of Jimin’s eye, he sees Jungkook reaching the end of his orgasm, feeling his daddy’s cum land on the back of his shirt and in his hair. Immediately after, he watches Jungkook leave the kitchen without a word to him or Namjoon. But he doesn’t have time to ponder it, not when he begins to cum himself.

A loud, high scream is ripped from Jimin’s throat as that familiar, warm, tingly pleasure courses through his veins, pussy throbbing and leaking so profusely that a few drops of his slick slowly trickle down his thighs. “Oh my god , Namjoon!” he shouts as his climax takes him, gripping the counter so hard his knuckles have turned white. “F-fuck, I’m cumming! Fuck , harder, p-please, Joon! Feel so good, please —”

Namjoon chuckles, but his laughter is quickly morphed into a moan, Jimin’s walls tightening around his cock as he cums. He utters a quiet “fuck, baby,” just on the brink of orgasm. He’s so close, he just needs—

“God, Namjoon, breed me, please! Want your baby so bad, fill me up, please, want you so bad. Fuck me, ‘m such a dirty whore, need you to punish me, put me in my place, please, baby, knock me up. ‘S all I’m good for, wanna be bred so bad—” Jimin cries, still riding out his climax, insistently bucking his hips back and meeting his son’s thrusts. Tears form in the corners of his eyes; he’s never cum so hard in his life.

That’s all it takes for Namjoon to cum. He couldn’t have held himself back if he tried, and within moments, he’s holding Jimin still and releasing his load inside him, painting his walls with cum. “Fuck, Mommy. So good for me, gonna knock you up,” he hisses, barely able to speak through how hard he’s cumming. “That’s what you want, right? Wanna be bred like the little whore you are, stay pregnant for the rest of your life. That’s all you’re good for, you dirty bitch, taking your son’s cum and letting me breed you.”

As Jimin comes down from his orgasm, he relaxes against the counter, trying to catch his breath. “Namjoonie…” he mumbles tiredly.

Namjoon fills his father up with the last of his cum, unwilling to move, should any of his seed leak out. He rests his head on Jimin’s shoulder, arms wrapping around his father’s tiny waist and holding him close, fingers gently roaming over the other man’s stomach.

“Can’t fucking wait for you to be pregnant again,” he mutters. “Wanna see your belly all full with my child.”

Jimin hums, too tired to respond. He’s sleepy, nearly about to fall asleep on the counter. He should probably go take a nap up in his bedroom, but it’s far and he’s tired. There’s something comfortable about having Namjoon’s now-flaccid cock still inside of him—it’s nice feeling full, he supposes. He doesn’t want to leave the comfort of his son’s embrace.

Before he can fall asleep on the counter, he hears footsteps approaching the kitchen. He slowly cranes his neck to see who it is, too sleepy to care, but still curious. Jimin blinks open his bleary eyes, recognizing the figure standing in the entryway to be Jungkook. A silly smile pulls at the corners of his lips—the only reason he would leave Namjoon’s embrace is to go cuddle with his daddy and let him kiss him everywhere. The thought makes the dopey smile on his face widen.

But then Jimin’s eyes are drawn to what Jungkook is holding—a large bag full of water, connected to a black rubber hose with a fairly large silver nozzle at the end.

“Daddy?”

“Baby,” Jungkook begins, his voice holding a dark, almost ominous tone. “Daddy found the perfect punishment...after all, you were being such a bad girl .”

Jimin’s heart drops and the smile falls off his face. He’s starting to connect the dots, and if what he thinks the strange contraption is for is correct, then he’s terrified . But at the same time, despite how horrifying the thought seems, it harbors a strange appeal that has heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. “W-what do you mean?” he asks, swallowing thickly.

Jungkook smirks, chuckling contemptuously. “Come here, Jiminie. Bend over the dining table for Daddy, won’t you?”

Jimin feels his pulse racing—mostly out of fear, but a little out of some perverted sense of excitement—and he’s scared to go over, but he’s not so stupid as to defy Jungkook. He knows very well that if he tried to disobey, things would only get worse for him.

So he hesitantly walks over to the glass dining table, feeling Namjoon’s curious eyes following him. He slowly bends over, resting on his elbows and presenting his ass to Jungkook. “D-Daddy...what are you gonna do?” he asks, even though he already has a feeling of what his father is going to do.

Jungkook hums, almost distractedly, messing with a valve that connects the bag to the hose. “I know you’re just a ditzy little whore, but you can’t even listen?” he asks condescendingly, slapping Jimin’s ass as hard as he can without any sort of warning. Jimin shouts in response, quivering slightly from the pain. “I’m punishing you for being bad, baby.”

“I-I didn’t do anything!” Jimin insists. He can hear the panic in his voice; there’s no doubt in his mind that Jungkook can too.

“You—chose—Namjoonie—over—me,” Jungkook says, punctuating each word with painful spanks to Jimin’s ass. By the end, tears are spilling down Jimin’s cheeks and onto the table as he desperately tries to hold back his sobs.

Jungkook isn’t actually angry—not anymore, at least—but he’s been wanting to try this contraption out on Jimin for a while, and since he’s not pregnant, it’s perfect timing. Really, he just needed an excuse to do this to Jimin. And while he feels bad that Jimin is clearly in absolute terror, crying from how hard he’s getting spanked, it turns him on all the same, a sick form of glee bubbling up in his chest when he sees Jimin like this.

God, is he fucked up.

“D-Daddy, ‘m s-s-sorry, I didn’t mean it!” Jimin blubbers, his voice trembling violently as he speaks through his sobs. “P-please, d-don’t hurt me, p-p-please….”

Jungkook’s heart sinks—now he feels terrible. He slips his hand underneath Jimin’s crop top, rubbing a soothing hand up and down Jimin’s spine, heart aching when his son jolts at the touch and tries to move away. But once Jimin realizes that Jungkook means no harm, he relaxes into his daddy’s touch, his fear slowly subsiding and being replaced with tranquility.

“Hey, baby,” Jungkook says gently, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the nape of Jimin’s neck. “I’m sorry I scared you, sweetheart. I’m not gonna hurt you; I’ll never hurt you.” He unties Jimin’s apron and takes it off, then pushing Jimin’s shirt up and pressing a few more kisses to his shoulders and back before continuing to speak. “I wasn’t mad, Jiminie. I wanted to try this out with you—” He lifts the device up to show Jimin. “—it fills your belly up with water, and if you let enough in, you’ll look like you have a baby bump.”

The idea sends shivers up Jimin’s spine—this time in a good way—and heat rushing to his groin. He turns around to face Jungkook, eyes wide and still shining with tears. His daddy immediately pulls him into a hug, kissing him softly on the lips.

Jungkook tries to pull away, but Jimin doesn’t let him, instead pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, prodding at his daddy’s bottom lip with his tongue, wordlessly asking for entrance. Jungkook obliges, parting his lips and letting Jimin’s tongue meet his. He sighs into his son’s mouth, a warm, fluttery feeling of happiness building up in his chest—very different and much purer than the sadistic joy he felt earlier.

It isn’t long before the kiss escalates, Jungkook biting Jimin’s lip and evoking a moan from his son. Trickles of saliva drip from the corners of their mouths. Jungkook has always loved their sloppy kisses, has always loved spit play in general. He pulls away, but only to insert his fingers into his mouth and gag on them, creating a generous amount of saliva that he pushes to the front of his mouth.

Jimin, knowing exactly what his father is meaning to do, opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, pussy already throbbing again. He watches as his father lets the spit drip from between his lips, moaning when it hits his tongue. He swallows it down greedily, capturing his daddy’s lips in another messy kiss, saliva dripping down their chins.

“Can I take this off?” Jungkook asks quietly, gesturing to Jimin’s shirt. Jimin nods and Jungkook eagerly takes it off, tossing it to the side and pulling his son into another kiss. He gathers more spit and drips it onto Jimin’s lips, chin, and chest, using it as makeshift lube on his small tits.

Jimin sighs, licking up the spit that landed on his lips, watching as his father sucks his tits, letting even more saliva drip onto them. Jungkook leaves a trail of open mouthed, wet kisses up Jimin’s chest and neck to his lips, sucking on his son’s tongue and spitting in his mouth before finally pulling away, both of them panting to catch their breaths.

“Baby,” Jungkook starts tentatively. “Can I fill you up now?”

Jimin nibbles on his spit slick bottom lip nervously—Jungkook is absolutely mesmerized by the sight of their saliva dribbling off his lips and down his chin—before nodding slowly.

Jungkook smiles pleasantly, with no hint of malice. However, he doesn’t want Jimin to think that he’s softened up—where’s the fun in that? “Turn around, Jimin,” he says, his voice having returned to the authoritarian tone he usually carries when he’s dominating his son. “I already lubed up the tip, so get ready.”

Jimin swallows hard. The anxiety he feels now is nowhere near what it was before—it’s certainly tolerable now, especially when the hazy feeling of arousal seems to dull his nervousness. He presents his ass for his daddy, a little eager for Jungkook to begin.

And Jungkook doesn’t waste time, immediately easing in the nozzle. He had indeed lubed it up; it goes in fairly easily, despite Jimin’s ass being dry. “Ready, baby? Daddy can’t wait to see your stomach all swollen again.”

Jimin nods, and shortly after hears Jungkook turning the valve. He knew what was coming, yet somehow, he still wasn’t mentally prepared (and probably never would have been) for the sudden influx of cold water pouring into his ass. He screams, trying to move away from the hose, but failing, as Jungkook keeps it pressed inside of him, only smirking as he watches his son.

Jimin looks down, gawking at the sight of his belly slowly distending. He’d be lying if he said the sight didn’t turn him on. He moves his hands to his stomach and rests them there, watching in awe as it grows bigger, rounding out as if he were pregnant.

The pressure he feels inside his belly starts out tolerable, but as his stomach fills with more water and expands, the pressure increases, so much so that he’s scared he’ll burst. “Daddy, stop!” he cries, shaking his head adamantly. “I-I’ll explode! Daddy, stop! It hurts!”

“So disobedient you can’t even take your punishment,” Jungkook says, clicking his tongue in disapproval, letting the water continue to pour into his son. “And to think that I was being so nice to you...what an ungrateful little slut. You better hold it in, bitch. If you let it go...then we’ll start over and I’ll inflate your stomach even larger than it is now.”

Jimin lets out a cry. “Daddy!” he screams. Despite the immense amount of pressure and pain he feels, his pussy is throbbing, absolutely loving being filled up like this. His eyes are glued to his massive, distended belly, hands roaming over the smooth, stretched out skin, watching it still continue to grow bigger.

Jungkook finally turns it off after Jimin’s belly almost starts sagging—it’s much bigger than it has ever looked when Jimin was eight, nine months pregnant, and Jungkook absolutely loves the sight. His cock is entirely hard, desperate to be sheathed in his son’s pussy.

He pulls the nozzle out of Jimin’s ass and discards the enema to the side, his attention fully on his son’s belly. He comes up behind Jimin and places his hands on the other man’s stomach, running his hands over it and groaning from the feeling. Jungkook then lets one hand slide up to Jimin’s tits and fondles them while the other remains on his belly, touching it eagerly.

“ Fuck , you look so fucking sexy like this,” Jungkook hisses. He leans in close to Jimin’s ear, letting his breath fan over it, eliciting a shaky gasp from his son. “Wanna fuck you so bad, baby girl. Wanna see your belly move as I pound you against this table.”

“Daddy, please,” Jimin whimpers. He’s trying his absolute hardest to keep all the water in, and it’s hard. It hurts badly, but he doesn’t dare to relax. “Fuck me.”

Jungkook knows he isn’t going to last long, and he assumes the same for Jimin. It doesn’t fucking matter, though—he needs to fuck his son while he looks like this.

He hastily grabs his cock and positions it at Jimin’s hole, rimming it only a bit in preparation. “Gonna fuck you, baby girl. Look so fucking sexy, gonna take my cock so well, huh, you little pregnant whore? Useless, pathetic bitch.”

Jimin doesn’t even get the chance to say anything before Jungkook pushes in, bottoming out. He doesn’t waste any time enjoying the sensation of his son’s tight walls sheathing his dick. He’s too desperate, too wanton to tease Jimin and make him beg. All he needs right now is a quick, dirty fuck, any hole that he can shoot his load into.

He holds Jimin by his hips and keeps him still as he thrusts in and out of his cunt, picking up rhythm so quickly that within seconds the slap of skin against skin is loud enough to echo off the walls. His eyes are glued to Jimin’s belly, mesmerized by how it swings with each thrust, by how beautiful his son looks like this, as if he’s carrying another child.

Desperate, uncontrollable moans fall from Jimin’s lips. He rubs at his clit furiously, already about to cum even though his father had started fucking him less than five minutes ago. He can’t stop himself or have even a little bit of self control, though, not when he’s this turned on and this close to cumming.

“Daddy, I’m so close! Please, please, fuck me harder, gonna cum!” He shouts, eyes squeezed shut.

Not even a minute later, Jimin feels his orgasm hit him. He screams as he begins to cum, hand stilling as he lets the pleasure race through him, cunt throbbing and leaking. “Daddy, oh my god, fuck, I-I’m cumming! Daddy, please, more, feel so good, cumming so hard—”

Jungkook can’t hold out any longer, hearing his son talk like that. As Jimin’s orgasm comes to an end, Jungkook’s begins. He tightens his grip on Jimin’s hips and holds him still as he pumps him full of cum, grunting and cursing. “Fuck, you’re tight, baby girl. So good for Daddy, aren’t you? Look so fucking good, love you so fucking much. Who do you belong to, bitch? Who fucking owns you?”

“You, Daddy. Only you,” Jimin cries, relaxing against the table, enjoying the feeling of his Daddy’s hot cum filling him up.

As Jungkook’s climax ends and the last dribbles of cum wane away, he slows his thrusts down to a stop and pulls out, turning Jimin around and raking his eyes up and down his son’s body. He kneels down, hands roaming over Jimin’s distended belly, leaving kisses all over the smooth skin. “God, you look so fucking hot like this, baby girl,” Jungkook whispers. “I wish I could just keep you pregnant forever.”

Jimin giggles. “Well, thank to Namjoonie, I’ve got another one coming.” He lets out a sigh, suddenly remembering the pain and pressure in his belly. “Daddy...can I let it go?” he asks timidly.

“Yes, baby,” Jungkook says.

The second he has permission, Jimin lets the water go, watching in awe as it streams steadily out of his ass. Jungkook’s hand rests on his belly, moving with his stomach as it quickly deflates. The decrease of the pain and pressure has Jimin moaning in relief—he doesn’t even care that he’ll have to mop this off the floor later—it feels too good right now to even think about stopping. He doubts that he’d be able to stop now, anyway.

Namjoon coughs, and Jimin and Jungkook both startle. He throws them a weird look as he pulls his pants up. “What?”

Jimin exchanges a glance with Jungkook, and then looks over at Namjoon, trying to hide his smile, but failing. “Forgot you were there,” he says, a little sheepishly. A giggle escapes him as he speaks, despite his attempts not to.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. “You didn’t hear when I was jacking off to the sight? I came on the floor, Dad.”

Jimin looks down at the floor, and sure enough, right next to the puddle of water he pushed out, is Namjoon’s cum. He shrugs, blushing. “I-I was really into it….”

Jungkook steps behind Jimin, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close. He presses a kiss to the crook of Jimin’s neck, and then suddenly perks up in realization. “You know what? We’re not going to know who the father of Jimin’s child is. That is, if he gets pregnant. I came inside of him too….”

Namjoon’s eyes go wide. “Shit, you’re right,” he says, looking disappointed. “Fuck, I really wanted to knock him up, Daddy.”

Jungkook grins proudly. “Well, I guess we’ll never know. We could do all that messy DNA testing, but...I’m sure you two know why that would be bad for all of us. So...I guess it’ll just end up being a mystery. Or a surprise, if we do figure it out,” he says, shrugging. “By the way,” he adds a few seconds later, looking at Jimin. “How many kids are there in this fucked up family, again?”

Jimin gives him a weird look. “You don’t know how many kids we have?”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “And you do?”

Jimin blushes, looking away. “I lost track...my best estimate is...too many,” he says, laughing. “I’m glad, though. You’re keeping good on that promise you made me when I was thirteen and you got me pregnant for the first time. You know, to keep me knocked up for the rest of my life.”

Jungkook chuckles. “Yeah, well. We won’t be done for a long time.”