Kiss It, Better

"Are you sleeping daddy?" Jimin peeks from the crack on the - now - bearly open door. Namjoon's body turns stone stiff. The room is black dark but he doesn't even breath to prevent Jimin to see him moving as the door opens a little more. Jimin doesn't generally enters his room without an invitation, and though sometimes Namjoon just wakes up with his daughter by his side it's not an habit. Since there weren't many times and Jimin looks really apologetic and ashamed when they wake up, Namjoon opts for just asking how she's sleep and making an extra pancake for breakfast in order to make it up for the bad night she had. Maybe this is one of those times.

"daddy I need you, please" Namjoon can't see his daughter face but the pout her voice carries is engraved in his eyes. He tries not to coo imaging her little frown, pleading eyes filled with desperation and two plumps lips in the most adorable beak. His thoughts are interrupted by the increasing lighting in the room as the door is wide open now, Jimin standing just by it, still holding the doorknob in one hand.

The hallway's light making its way in between the door and her body and although it's a black shadow he's able to define her silhouette in contrast of the oversized thin shirt she's wearing. One of the things Namjoon loves the most about her daughter, besides she being the way she is - perfect he may add - is Jimin being so petite and chubby. She is just so... holdable.

In a way anyone in the right mind would like to grab her chuby cheeks in between two fingers and melt at how soft they are, the way her waist is defined but you can still grab a hold of skin in a hug, the way her muscular tighs go thicker when she sits finding the other in the middle, the way her body bounces while she walks. Just so fucking chubby and adorable it makes you wanna hold, grab and bite. Like a beautiful puppy.

As the tough of his doughter entering in between the same sheets in this state creeps through his mind, he tries to steady his pulse, he breathes slowly though the nose counting to three, he holds it for three more and lets it out trough his mouth in the same time, waiting for his body to relax, to let it out. By the third repetition he is able to think with more clarity, he thanks his therapist who teached him this exircise and remembers himself he is not only his emotions, that he can control himself. And when he is calm and confident enough he let go his cock head.

The thing is Namjoon was 10 seconds of thumbing his tip away to come, he had been edging himself for at least an hour and the second he heard Jimin calling for him he freezed, one hand pressing in his tip, as if it that way its not gonna spill, and the hand that was playing with his nipples now pressing at the base of his cock, holding there to dear life as a conscious warning to not move, demanding his body to no react by any means.

So, when he feels more confident to have a conversation with his daughter without an almost cuming bonner, still pressing at the base tho, there is too much he can't risk, he turns on the lamp on the beside table like an invitation to come in, Namjoon just hopes he can comfort Jimin in record time in order to just go to sleep half hard, not in the mood for continuing his jerk off session after this.

"Jimin-ah, baby" his voice sound rougher than intended "what's wrong, cheeky?" Jimin is now slowly approaching Namjoon and as she walks towards him, he can take the general state she is. She seems restless, hair sticking to her forehead and neck by sweat, she is waring a thin old shirt Namjoon uses to sleep sometimes and he could swear he used that shirt last night and put it in the loundry basket this morning, but he must be wrong if Jimin is using it right now. Too big to sit still, the shirt begins to slip off her shoulder making her look extra little. She is carrying herself with some sense of guilt and shame, rushed but cautious. She stops her steps when she reaches the bed.

"It hurts daddy and now I can't sleep and I just want it to stop but can't make it go away. Please daddy kiss it better, please" Jimin rambles, voice carrying nothing but sincerity, the frustration of her tone spreads trough Namjoon's body and he starts to think that maybe it's not just a nightmare and as worries starts to fill his mind his dick starts to soft a little, granting him the ability to focus.

"baby, what happened? You got hurt? Where does it hurt?"

Jimin starts sobbing. Glistening teary eyes founding Namjoon's, shining with something he can't quite reach. "I don't know what's wrong it just aches" she says, tiny hands finding the hem of her shirt and grabbing it in small fists, pulling it slightly down while she cross her legs. "Here" Jimin whispers looking down.

"What baby?" Namjoon asks looking at her, unable to find Jimin's gaze. Pink blush start to bloom in her face as she pouts "H-here" she manages to say "it aches... here" she adds with a little movement of her chin as an indicator. Namjoon follows her gaze, going downv from her eyes. He takes in every inch of Jimin his eyes land on.

Hair sticking to her neck, chest glowing with the thinnest layer of sweat, two little nipples perking up the thin fabric of the shirt that is being pulled down slightly by two little fist. When Namjoon reaches her hands he notices that the two little index fingers of her hands are separated from the others, curved backwards moving slightly, guiding Namjoon's gaze.

"Jimin-ah, baby, look at me" he says the instant his mind put the pieces of the puzzle together. She can't hold his gaze for too long, her eyes roaming the room the instant they find Namjoon's. She looks at his lap again and she frowns, that reminds Namjoon the situation that's going on, and almost certain she was having some sort of menstruation - related problem he relaxes a little, not beating much around the bush and a little surprised she is embarrassed to talk about her piriod, being always so open to talk about it, he asks directly.

"does your vagina hurts? Baby you can talk to me openly about this things, don't be ashamed. Menstruation is natural and so are the symptoms and the feelings it carries with it. Tell me, what's happening?" Jimin looks up trying to hold his gaze but failing.

"Y-yes It's my v-vagina but it's not related to my period or at least I don't think it is" Namjoon then realizes that maybe this won't settle in 5 minutes and he needs to do something with his half hard cock, the hand that was pressing so tightly relaxes, moving ever so slightly trying to measure the arousal in his body. He's now positive that after washing his face in cold water he will be fine.

"OK baby, just go to your room and I will be there in five minutes" Jimin's eyes lite up a little, not his usual eyesmile but it's a start and Namjoon's heart feels a little less heavier.

"you gonna come, right? You gonna help me?" Jimin asks a little skeptic and Namjoon just let a little "hmm" escape as a confirmation and it's all it takes to jimin to obey cause Namjoon never ever lied to her, so she is certain her father is gonna take care of it.

The moment Jimin get out of his room, Namjoon moves in automatic, in order to optimize the little time he has before going to see Jimin. He finally uncovers his lower half, the movement of the sheets trough his body and the cold air coming from the open door makes Namjoon's dick convulse as he hisses, maybe not only washing his face will settle but he doesn't have time to jerk off either. He grabs the waistband of his underwear and pijamas and in one fast motion he pulls up. He grunts as the soft silk underwear brush against the tip, he can feel a little contraction in his pelvis as his dick leaks precum. He needs to focus.

Although this is not the ideal situation he is absolutely amazed by his self control. He was cut off seconds before coming and he established a coherent conversation with his daughter. He thanks all the times he edged himself to this day, giving him the ability to put pleasure on a pause like he have a switch. A growing discomfort settles on his stomach at the thought of letting down his own pleasure, but he is a father before being a man, so he just washes his face after a deep breath.

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"cheeky" Namjoon says as he sit at the end of Jimin's bed, one leg resting on the mattress bended by the knee, his body facing Jimin's curled inside the sheets, the back of her head the only thing visible. "What does it mean that it hurts? You are sure is not you period?" Jimin shakes his head. "could you perhaps hit yourself there and didn't notice?" Jimin shakes her head again.

"What do you feel? If you explain it to me maybe I can understand"

"I don't know, it just hurts. Like an aching, like an urge. It tingles, like butterflies. And usually when this happens I take care of it and it fades but now I can't and I'm scared it won't go away, can you kiss it better?"

Silence. Namjoon's out of words, he finally understands what's happening and can't think an easy way out. He's so lost in the situation that his mind is unable to register the implication of his daughter request. He reprimends himself for not having this conversation with her before. They had the sex talk when she hit puberty. And beyond that she made it clear that she didn't want to do anything like that with any boy from her school, after so many blushed cheeks and giggles, he let her know about consensual and safety sex. Protección and contraception. How could he be so stupid to forget to talk about masturbation.

"Oh, baby, ok. This might be a little embarrassing to talk now and with me, but it's just your needs. Your body's needs. Do you remember when we talk about sex, right? It's like that but with yourself. You just need to take care of it" Namjoon says like it was nothing, and silence makes its presence again.

Jimin's not that naive, she maybe not know the name of it but she indeed knows how to please her needs. Her mind travels to all the times she humped her pillow or the times the shower faucet left her legs shaking. She knows how to stimulate her body, but it was never like this. This was like a void, a neverending need. She is so so close but she can't get there. And she knows her dad can make it disappear, he's the only one that can saciate his aching. Just like every time she touched herself thinking of Namjoon.

Imagining that's him who runs his hands over her small body, making her tremble with each touch. That's him kissing every inch of her with his thick lips and determined tongue, receiving goosebumps in response. Taking care of her so well, until her body shakes, like no other man could. Jimin shudders at the though as he gain confidence. It's now or never.

"It's- it's not that I'm embarrassed, it's just I think I might have broken it? It usually goes away but now I can't. Can you..do" her words came out as a whisper, peeking from the sheets cocoon and Namjoon have to restrain himself from cooing at the sight of his flushed daughter.

"Baby," he didn't mean to growl, but the whole situation is affecting him more than he can manage. "It's not me who can make it go away. That's for people you love or yourself. You told me you did it before, right? just do what you usually do" He manages to say after much self-control.

"But I-i love you and you love me? Right daddy?". Namjoon finally looks at Jimin's face and takes in her state. Pink cheeks, teary eyes, watery nose and bitten red, swollen lips. She looks devastated, she's cried for sure while she was alone and Namjoon hearts aches for her.

"Not in that way of loving baby, I love you, so so much with all my heart and forever, but it's a different kind of love. A connection between two people who want to love each other in that intimate way" he says extending his hand to Jimin to reach.

"But I love you in every way daddy" Jimin says as she sits on her clafs in the middle of her bed, both hands grabbing Namjoon's putting them over her lap "I really tried everything and it doesn't go away, it usually goes away after I caressed it for a while but it's still tingles and I'm tired, it feels like something is missing and I just want to feel better. Can you just kiss it better daddy?" Jimin rambles like a little girl being scolded and Namjoon's spine shudders at her tone, all pouty and whiny, desperate and restless but still demanding, and he knows that it's all his fault for always spoiling her, fulfilling every little whim, but it isn't really shocking that she's being all bratty and needy when it comes to this kind of pleasure too.

His train of thoughts is interrupted as two tiny hands grab his face by its sides his eyes land on his hand that was being hold, now forgotten on one of Jimin's thigh.

"Daddy" she whispers as her thumbs caresses his cheeks "Don't you-don't you want me to feel better?" her voice's like a not so silenced plea.

Namjoon looks up meeting Jimin's gaze in an instant, they are begging with hope and he can't belive what's happening. He's in a trance. He starts doubting this not being a dream, still being a little numb in the post almost-orgasm and in all honesty, it wouldn't be the first time this kind of thoughts creeps into his mind when he's not so in control. When his subconscious is winning the battle, either in dreams or when he is a little bit too much horny.

And this, this is Namjoon worst nightmare, loosing control. He had been doing so fucking well and what's happening is like a bucket of cold water. A reminder that even though he tries to hide it, that little flame was already lit. And though he doesn't quite know when the first spark that started this feeling appeared, it was already there, waiting.

Finding out her dougther touches herself and asking him so fucking nicely and pouty to help her come opened a dam that can no longer be closed. Broken into a thousand pieces without the possibility of being repaired. Namjoon's mind is going countless miles per hour. Images, thoughts, mixed emotions. He needs to fucking breath, think and calm himself. He wraps his hand around both her wrists and returns them to her lap. He can't be there, he stands at the end of the bed and without looking back he starts walking to the door.

"Daddy, please" Jimin breathes as he was almost reaching the doorknob.

Namjoon stops as he sighs defeated, he turns around and looks at her daughter's eyes. Two beautiful shining orbes already waiting for his. They stay like that, looking at each other for what if feels like eternity.

Without a word he approaches the end of the bed, he bends a little and places both hands on the back of her knees where her legs were bent, pulling her body to the end of the mattress until her knees protruded slightly from it. He kneels in front of her and moves his hands until his palms are on her knees, caressing the inner part of her thighs with his thumbs, applying the slightest pressure spreading her legs apart until his shoulders fit between them. Jimin's body shudders, letting the tiniest gasp escape her lips. She hides her face with the collar of her shirt making it lift a little from where it was covering her pussy and although is not intentional, is an invitation to look closely. Namjoon follow the movement and in that instant he knows he is so fucking fucked.

Jimin's pussy is everything Namjoon has imagined. Chubby and pink, just like everything else in her body. His outer lips are kissing each other not letting anything else at sight, hiding the rest of her pussy like a precious treasure. And Namjoon's mouth waters in desperation as his hands begin to slowly move up, making small circles with his thumbs in an attempt steady his own nerves, to hold on to what little composure he has left. Jimin's skin crawls and a small breath catches in his throat as Namjoon squeezes the fattest part of her tighs as he growls.

Her hands find his wrists, releasing the shirt that exposed her pussy making Namjoon look directly at her eyes instantly, looking for an excuse to stop this, hoping to find some indicator that Jimin doesn't want this anymore, failing incredibly. Her eyes beg in expectation, her brows drawing together in a desparate expression, trembling lips slightly parting as her hands slowly begin to guide his a little higher until they reach her groin, without breaking eye contact for even a second.

She lets go of his wrists and grabs the hem of his shirt lifting it just a little to expose her pussy again. Namjoon inches closer still looking at her dougther eyes, warm breath colliding in her pussy as if asking permission, Jimin bites her bottom lip as a silent response and without a thought he closes the gap leaving the most tender and soft kiss he's ever give at the beginning of her slit. It's just a peck, a featherly touch that lasts less than a second. Jimin eyes closes as a small exhale escapes her bitten red lips and Namjoon feels her thighs melting, every last ounce of tension in her body washed away with that gasp and then he realizes the pressure his hands are holding, kneading the flesh of her tighs. It gonna leave a mark, his mind supplies. With a shake of his head, as if that would dissolve his thoughts, he begins to get up when her hands stops him by his shoulders, pulling him back on his knees.

"Not there, daddy" Jimin giggles hiding her face behind her hands. The softest shade of pink spreading from her cheeks to her chest. Namjoon is just existing now. Not being able to reach a rational conclusion to what's happening. He contemplates this being a dream again, or maybe he's dead and this is some kind of proof to decide if he goes to heaven or hell. Not that he cares right now. His mind is blank.

Jimin ties her shirt just below her chest to prevent it from falling off. She slides her hands to find Namjoon's in her upper thighs squeezing slightly in reassurance, Namjoon looks up to find her gaze. They share every emotion they are feeling through their eyes and stay like that for a moment, communicating silently. Small circles drawn by Jimin's thumbs in his hands bring him back and he breaks eye contact just to take in everything in Jimin. Hesitant pleading eyes, flushed cheeks and an adorable pout. Exposed shoulder, perky little niples and the softest tummy. Everything his eyes reachs is enough for his dick to throbs in his pants, he can only hope Jimin doesn't notice the bulge in between his legs.

When his gaze drops in between her legs, she spreads her knees further and pushes her hips forward. One hand slides down his arm to his cheek and the other cups her pussy. Her middle and ring finger traces up trough her slit till she reaches her clit with the pads of her fingers. With a little more pressure she spreads her lips slightly pushing upwards leaving Namjoon perplexed, like he found a treasure, indeed.

His mouth parts and he exhales at the sight, his breath catches Jimin exposed pussy. Furious red clit, probably the result of playing with herself before, slim pink inner lips contrasting with the chubbines of the exterior ones and the tiniest tightest glistening hole of it all. Namjoon's mouth waters in hunger.

He already knew that what he had done was wrong, but in this slumber state it was something he could bear. Just a peck on skin, he told himself. The pinkest and softest skin. The fact that it was his daughter's beautiful pussy was a mere detail. This, this is a line that he knows that if he crosses it there's no going back. He's all well aware that if he tastes her, something would open up in him, something that would consume him and never leave him alone. An addiction unable to be satiated, always wanting more, more, more.

And so for more he goes.

With the little impulse of Jimin's hand in his nape and her thumb caresing the side of his neck just below his ear, he moves forward till the heat of Jimin's body hit his lips. He's one move away from his daughter cunt and he can feel the want, from both ends, smell it even and suddenly the world stops and it's just them.

He looks up one last time and notices how Jimin's chests rises as a breath is stuck on her throat. Still holding on to her thighs for dear life, Namjoon approaches her in slow motion and after licking her lips he kisses her pussy, thick lips engulfing her clit leaving it shinny with spit. It's one second too long and one second too short at once, but the moan that escapes Jimin's mouth makes every ounce of self control leave Namjoon body being replaced by a gravitational force straight into her pussy.

When their eyes locked again they are filled with want, need and motive.

Before Namjoon can dive in her cunt, Jimin unties her feet that were resting under her and places them on the edge of the bed, hands grabbing the back of her thighs to balance herself. She leans a little forward and spit just right in her pussy and Namjoon groans in response. He feels like he's being hypnotized. The saliva that's slowly going down his daughter's pussy is the pendulum and the small moans that come out of Jimin's mouth the guiding words that leads him into a beautiful trance.

When the spit is reaching her rim Namjoon slides his thumb in circles coating her entire pussy before blowing gently, making Jimin's body shudder. Spreading her lips with his thumbs he slowly laps a fat stripe from her hole to her clit, taking his time to taste his daughter. He looks at Jimin, all sweaty and already panting, and starts repeating the motion ever so slowly, encouraged by the tiny whimpers leaving her mouth, gaze never leaving his daughter. He will go to hell indeed, but he will carry this memory till the end of his life. The way her brows forrows, her lidded eyes and the perfect plump lips all red and bitten in desperation. He's engraving every part of it in his soul.

After a while teasing her cunt, Namjoon starts sucking her clit with fervor. Jimin puts her feet at his shoulders as her body goes limp on the bed while his mouth closes around the little nub, slurping at it as if his life depends on it

"So fucking tasty" Namjoon growls in between her legs and the neediest whine escape Jimin's throat. She's close and Namjoon can feel it in the way she starts rubbing his pussy on his face, fucking his mouth with dispair

"I am tired daddy" Jimin's breathes In between moans, thighs trembling.

"it's ok baby, daddy's gonna take care of you" Namjoon grabs her by the small of her back with one hand pushing her body up for better access, her body goes pliant, his head is locked in between her thighs as her hands are tucking the hair of his nape pushing him impossible closer.

"so fucking wet, leaking so much for me" he circles his thumb at her entrance coating it with his daughter slick spreading it all over her pussy and starts rubbing at her clit while laping at her hole. He can't see her face but feels her orgasm growing as her hole clench around his tongue, thighs shaking and hands clutching to his hair as Namjoon keeps sucking and rubbing at her pussy.

"'m so close daddy, so so close"

"Such a little needy cunnie. My sweet sweet cunnie" Namjoon growls decided to make her daughter come with his tongue.

"Yo ~Ahh~ yours Daddy" Jimin says as her orgasm strikes with the most heavenly high pitched moan Namjoon's ever heard. Her face glows in pleasure as her back arches beautifully, the muscles in her tummy twitches as her tighs goes limp besides his head.

He continues kissing his daughter's pussy as she comes down from her climax, his lust making her body shake from time to time from overstimulation until she goes completely lax. Namjoon doesn't really know if she fell asleep or passed out and he doesn't care either. He's glad he could help his daughter feel better. He places one last good-bye kiss on her clit, gets up flom his aching knees, picks her bridal style from where she's lying at the end of the bed and tucks his daughter under the sheets.

When he reaches his room he can still taste his daughter in his mouth. He goes straight to the bathroom to take a cold shower in order to calm himself and as his dick throb in his pants begging for attention he decides to pretend this never happened. As if it was just another dream that stays at the back of his mind, in a secure place where he still have control over it.