Kiss It Better-5

Jimin wakes up with Namjoon carrying her bridal style. A little numb, she blinks to adjust her eyes and see her Daddy's beautiful face. His sharp dragon eyes that look at her at her with so much love, so much fondness. Tiny nose and thick lips. Oh, those lips. Making wonders in her body in her mouth, in her skin, in her cunt. Her clit tingles thinking about him sucking her so good, just as she like it and without even saying it out loud. It's like Namjoon can read her mind, like they were made for each other indeed.

She tighten her grip around Namjoon's neck and put her face in there inhaling deep his scent. Strong, manly. She purrs content and leave a kiss in his soft skin. This is all she needs, all she wants.

"Did you have a nice sleep?" Namjoon asks as he puts her in the bathroom counter. Jimin whines and her body jerks feeling the cold marble in her naked skin, tightening her grip. Namjoon settles between her legs and she automatically wraps them around his waist.

"The best. " She mumbles without taking her face from his neck. She feels Namjoon caressing her back. Big strong hands tracing her skin in the most delicate way, just a brush that makes her legs tighten as she feels his fingers run down her lower back.

"Come on baby, it's time to take a bath." He detaches her arms around his neck and look at his daughter. He tilts his head, raising his eyebrows and moving his eyes to the bathtub. Jimin follows his gaze and sees the bubble bath that his father prepared, her eyes widen in amazement as a smile spreads across his face and then hugs him tightly. Namjoon brushes the side of her thighs and then squeezes a little for her to unwrap her legs.

"Carry me" She demands in a pouty tone, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, keeping him close.

"Weren't you a woman? Only girls are carried." He teases knowing he's gonna do as she asks. Like always.

"'m tired. You tired me. Carry me?" She asks sweetly through her lashes crossing her arms and Namjoon can just laugh tenderly.

"Little spoiled baby." He shakes his head smiling and with a little effort from the grip of her legs on his waist, he pulls off his shirt and drops his pants to the floor, sneaks his hands through the back of her thighs, lifts her and starts walking to the bathtub.

Jimin hugs him for support and he can feel her body plastered in his torso, her tits squashed on his chest and her pussy pressed in his stomach. As Jimin locks her legs further around his waist with a particular twist of her hips his dick twitches in his briefs. He takes a deep breath, the hot air coming out his mouth brushes Jimin's neck making her body shiver.

He enters the bathtub and sits with Jimin on his lap. The warm water embraces their bodies and the grip on each other's relaxes. Namjoon is grateful that the foam have settled on her tits or he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off her. Jimin steadies herself holding into his showlders as he reaches out a little to grab the sponge bath, puts some body wash on it and starts brushing it over her back ever so gently.

Jimin's back arches as he reaches into the lower part and her pussy brushes his stomach again letting out a broken whine through her lips. She reaches back with one hand to grab Namjoon's, the one that holds the sponge, and guides it to her front. With her hand on his wrist, she begins to wash his body without taking her eyes off his face.

Namjoon's eyes travel between her eyes, filled with something that Jimin can't decipher but can associate with doubt and plea at the same time, every now and then they steal glances at her pluml lips. She leads his hand down her neck as she pulls her head back slightly. Slowly she goes down to one shoulder and following down his arm. Switching hands she guides his hand to the other shoulder and repeat de motion.

His eyes follow every movement of their hands and he licks his lips as she rubbs her collarbones. She begins to twirl her hips slowly, moving his hand down her sternum. His hand that is gripping her waist squeezes hard in anticipation and Jimin's breath catches in her throat.

She gently directs his hand around one of her tits and then the other. The brush of the sponge and his cock chubbing up in her ass stimulate her to intensifie the slides of her hips. They both moan low as they feel her cheeks squeezing the head of his cock. Her movements are slow, relaxed as if time has stopped for just the two of them.

Jimin begins to wash one of her tits and directs his empty hand to the other. Namjoon kneads it intensely with his whole palm and Jimin tilts her head back with a high pitched whimper. He releases the sponge and grabs the side of both tits with his hands, thumb barely grazing her nipple. A shiver runs down Jimin's spine and her hands find her shoulders for better support.

Her thrusts are slow but deep. Her whole pelvis rubs against Namjoon's - now fully hard - dick. She guides her pussy all over his long, thick cock and with her ass she embraces it a little more as she thrusts her hips dewply forward when Namjoon pinches her nipples.

From the friction of their bodies, his cock slips out of the hole of her briefs making them feel each other raw, both moan in unison as she firmly rubs her clit over the tip. His thick cock spreads her folds apart in a delicious way, making the movement silkier, but Jimin needs more.

She directs his hands to the bottom of her ass to hold it apart and his hands begin to guide her movement, making her speed up the pace of her hips undulating her body in a sensual way. Namjoon pulls back leaning her back against the tub watching his daughter's as she pleasures herself with his cock.

Jimin starts to intersperse long strokes running his cock all over her slit and ass and then small circles when his head reaches her entrance. She puts one of her hands on the walls of the tub and with the other she grabs her father's jaw and licks with her tongue flat from his chin to his lips. Namjoon grunts low and opens her mouth sticking out his tongue to Jimin and she starts sucking it with fervor.

She rests both hands on the tub pulling forward a bit leaving her tits in his face and Namjoon begins to lick them full like a hungry man, covering them and his whole face with spit. Jimin moans as he sucks her nipple with determination and starts moving her hips faster and faster even though her thighs are trembling. She needs to come.

They don't talk. The room is filled with shaky breaths and splashes of the moving water. Namjoon tightens her grip on Jimin's ass guiding her hips, increasing the pressure in the friction. She tilts her head back and Namjoon lap a long stripe on her neck reching her lips and kissing her passionately.

"Gonna-Ngh" Jimin says but her thighs fail her, falling laxly on top of her father. Namjoon crosses one arm around her waist and another behind her head and pulls himself forward to lie on top of her.

They are so, so close. Jimin grabs Namjoon's face with her soft hands, rests her forehead on his and stares at him deeply. The rhythm becomes wild. There is no more tenderness in the movements, it is animalistic. Short, powerful thrusts at a fierce tempo. Their moans are only cut to take a breath, the pleasure doesn't allow them to think or do anything else.

"Come with me, come on my cock baby." Namjoon growls rubbing the cock head in his daughter's entrance, feeling her opening to him so welcoming and then they both explode. Her body contracts and jerks in a silent orgasm, her eyes piercing at her father's, mouth open and breath stuck in her throat. Namjoon moans loudly as he spills his creamy cum on Jimin's hole and then kisses her passionately until they both come down from their orgasm.

Namjoom grabs her from behind and sits her back on his lap. He pulls out the bathtub plug and turns on the shower. They stay in each other's arms for a few minutes, gently caressing each other's bodies as they feel the water running. Namjoon's mind is filled with mixed thought, as always.

They get out of the bathtub and Namjoon puts her his robe and sits her on the bathroom counter. He puts a towel around his waist, bends down and grabs her feet to dry them and her legs. Then he grabs another towel and gently dries her hair.

He smiles at her but it doesn't reach her eyes and through his gaze Jimin can see the guilt he's feeling, her heart aches as she thinks her father regrets what they just did. Why can't he love her freely as she loves him. What if he is her father, what if it is wrong. If it feels so right and their hearts beat so strong for each other there should be nothing holding them back.

"I love you Daddy" Jimin says with sadness in her eyes.

"I love you too baby" Namjoon replies and give her a forehead kiss. "Go change and I'm gonna prepare dinner"

"Key Daddy." Jimin hop off the counter and tiptoe to peck Namjoon's lips and leaves the bathroom leaving alone.

He is feeling so many things. He is ecstatic about the incredible orgasm he had, about feeling his daughter in such a carnal way. He hates himself for losing control so much, he was one step away from fucking his daughter raw and as he rubbed his cock on her pussy, all he could imagine was coming inside her, her tight pussy embracing him so good and her walls milking him until the last drop filled her.

The guilt tears him apart for that very reason. He knows he's the only one he can blame, Jimin is his daughter and he failed her in the worst way. He shouldn't feel the way he feels about her, let alone act on it. She is just a girl, she doesn't know what she is doing, he is the adult, he is the father and the only one responsible for this mess.

When he comes out of the bathroom he changes and goes to the kitchen to prepare dinner. He sets the table on the coffee table in the living room and when he finishes he calls Jimin to eat. She shows up wearing only one of his shirts, so big it makes her look even smaller, and an expression of hopelessness, as if she knows what is coming. They eat in silence, the television on in the background is the only noise filling the room. The air is tense, every now and then they steal glances and gift each other small smiles.

"It was delicious Daddy, thank you." Jimin stands up and when she is about to take the plate Namjoon grabs her wrist and pushes her down to sit down again.

"Wait here please?" It's like a plea, it's now or never. He needs to talk about this for once and for all. Jimin nods as he grabs both plates and go to leave them in the sink. Back in the living room Namjoon sits down with his body towards her, grabs her hands and sighs heavily.

"First of all I want you to know that I love you with all my heart, you are the best thing that happened to me in my entire life and I will always be grateful that you are my daughter." Jimin's lips curve but stop short of forming a smile. "Nothing I'll say is to blame you for what happened, I am the adult, the one who should be responsible and I took advantage of your confusion in the worst way." Jimin tries to speak but is interrupted by Namjoon.

"Let me talk, please, I need you to listen to me Jimin." She nods. "What I did is disgusting and I apologize for that. I shouldn't have crossed that line and broken the trust you have for me. On several occasions. I need you to understand that what we did-No, what I did is wrong, so wrong that I won't have enough life to ask for your forgiveness and every minute that passes my heart will be dying inside for having destroyed the trust and the beautiful bond we had" Jimin looks at him with a shattered look, tear filling her eyes as she bites her lip and pouts. "I can only pray that you never hate me for that, although if you do it's completely valid and whatever decision you make I'm going to respect it because I deserve whatever happens."

"I could never hate you daddy. Never." Jimin begins to sob.

"This is obviously not going to happen again, it can't. I promise to stay away from you-"

"But I love you, I want that to keep happening." Jimin interrupts him crying and tries to climb on his lap and Namjoon stops her by her shoulders.

"Stop Jimin. As I was telling you, this can't happen again. Whatever you think you're feeling is just a confusion. It was always just the two of us and I was your only role model, what you feel is not love, like a woman loves a man, but admiration, from a daughter to a father. A father who failed miserably."

"You can't decide what I feel" Jimin stands as she cries. "I love you, I know I love you." She whispers as she kneels on the floor. "I am in love with you, like a woman loves a man and I know you are too" She breathes as she rests her hands in his lap. "Please daddy, please." She pleads.

"Jimin, please don't make this any harder than it already is. You don't know what love is, you're already going to find a boy your age who will make you feel what love really is and you're going to realize this was terribly wrong" Namjoon says with a soft but firm tone.

"And he is going to love and teach you what it is to love. I am not that person, I can't. I am your father and I will fulfill that role, if you let me. And if when you learn what love is, or before, you realize that..." His voice gets stuck in her throat. "When you realize what I did to you, you're going to hate me, and I'm going to be ready for that moment" With tear filling eyes, voice breaking, crying on the tip of his tongue he kneels in front of his daughter and grabs her hands.

"I'm going to take care of everything but I need you to promise me. Promise me that you're not going to do anything more about this and that you're going to find that person who's going to teach you what it is to love. And if someday you hate me, you'll tell me. Promise me Jimin" Namjoon starts to cry. "That's all I'm asking you, even though it sounds selfish to ask you something, I need you to promise me, please." He begs looking into her eyes.

"I- I p-pro-promise dad" She chokes on her crying. "Promise."

And with that Namjoon stands up, kisses her forehead and goes to his bedroom, leaving Jimin shattered on the floor.

He did what he had to do. Jimin is going to find a man who will love her as she deserves, as he cannot, as he should not. And even if her heart aches and dies inside he will wait silently, from afar.

And everything will be all right. Everything will be better.

The End