"Daddy… can I please have a moment?" Jiminie asked, his tone practiced and dutiful.
He had gotten to learn that anything related to sex was something his father would never listen to, especially when it came to him. It was almost ironic how Yoongi had suddenly changed into the man who valued principles at a time when life wasn't even meaningful to him and his own.
There wasn't much to live for, especially now that he was not even interacting much with his son.
Yoongi was bored, and he couldn't even deny it.
Not that he would say it to his son, who was now standing at his door, not in his school uniform. Perhaps young Jiminie was skipping the first week or day of school.
It was no surprise for him, because as studious as Jiminie was, he and Yoongi both agreed that the first week of school was meant for socializing, and if Jiminie never felt quite like interacting with the other students, then he was at liberty to stay at home just for that first week.
Which was why his father was not surprised to see him standing at the door, like this was routine for them.
"What is it, Jimin?" Yoongi said, his tone passive like he didn't have the time to even look at his son.
The way he called his so made Jiminie flinch like he had just been smacked hard on the face. It was the worst kind of torture that Jiminie could ever endure, and yet he knew that he couldn't change his father's mind. He had to play by the new rules, even if he hated every bit of them. They were messy, and even the universe surely knew just how much Jiminie hated those goddamn rules.
Yoongi was never the type to refer to his son like that, but then it seemed like lines had been crossed, and shit was never going to be the same. After all, it had been a whole fucking year since Yoongi had so much as brushed a hand against Jiminie's hands. And the kid was so desperate.
The man had cut off all interactions with his son. Even the days when they were always shopping were reduced to nothing. It was crazy what life had become, but what else could Jiminie do?
"I have a letter from school… I was supposed to give it last month when the semester ended, but I forgot because of my summer job. Please don't be mad," Jiminie said softly and carefully, still.
He didn't want to upset his father because there was no knowing what Yoongi would do if that happened. That was the one thing that Jiminie didn't want to know, because honestly, he couldn't think of going back to school for a whole year without interacting with his daddy dearest like they used to.
"What is this about?" Yoongi asked passively, and Jiminie sighed softly.
"I haven't read it yet. I figured it was for you since you are the parent," Jiminie said, sounding as respectful as he could. You would not even imagine that he had a double dildo stuffed between his legs and clamps on his tits as he stood there watching his father carefully like a dutiful son.
"Alright, hand it over," Yoongi said, and it took everything in Jiminie not to jump his father for just that statement. Instead, the good son walked carefully to his father, watching his steps, as though it was more like he didn't want to cum on his own; he needed his father's help, which would be a bit hard if he upset Yoongi this early anyway.
"Did you get in trouble at school, Jimin?" Yoongi asked as he grabbed his glasses and put them on. Gods, was Jiminie so close to moaning his father's name right there and then? But he had to remind himself about control, because that was the only thought that stood between him and his father at the moment.
"You—" Yoongi let out as he read the letter Jiminie had handed him.
"Daddy," Jiminie whined needily, and this time Yoongi turned to look at him. Like, really look at him. Not like the son he had been avoiding, but gods could Jiminie swear he saw pure lust in his father's eyes, and it was all for him. For little Jiminie.
"You pulled out of school," Yoongi breathed in pride.
"To be your breeding bitch, daddy… did I do well?" Jiminie pleaded as he stared into his father's eyes. He was desperate for approval, and young Jimmie was more than willing to do whatever it took to get it all back. His father had deprived him so badly that the kid wasn't even sure if it would be worth it this time, especially now that he was a tough adult.
Of course, in his father's eyes, he was always, always, going to be his sweet baby, but that didn't change the desperation Jiminie was feeling at the moment.
"Baby… my sweet little baby… the past year must have been hard on you, no?" Yoongi asked softly as he set the letter on the table before he pulled back his chair and got up towards Jiminie. He looked so proud of his son, and so fucking happy it was almost difficult to explain, especially given the hard tent of his pants.
"Daddy… please," Jiminie begged when Yoongi took his sweet time to get to him.
This time, Jiminie didn't try to hold back his moans and whines.
He didn't try to hold back the feeling he was getting from the double dildo vibrator in his cunt and ass.
He let go, and with every step his daddy made towards him, Jiminie felt himself get closer to heaven, and boy was it the best of heavens he had ever been a part of.
"Of course, my sweet baby… daddy will touch you. Always and forever. Infinity times infinity, my little precious boy," Yoongi said when he got closer to Jiminie, the distance between them so thin that not even a ruler would pass through.
Yoongi could feel the nipple clamps against his chest, and he smirked knowingly, especially when he looked down at the floor and saw a pool of wetness.
His baby was being good…
And he wasn't about to be a terrible father.
"Daddy," Jiminie breathed softly and needily.
"I know, baby… but first you owe daddy a kiss, don't you think?" Yoongi said knowingly.
Before Jiminie could even muster the words to respond, Yoongi pulled him in by the neck and slammed their lips together in the roughest way possible. It was almost a punishing kiss, but Jiminie didn't care. This was better than starvation for a whole year. His daddy cared about him, and that was all he cared about.
"Ngh…" Jiminie grunted in pleasure when Yoongi pinched his ass while pushing the double dildo deeper into his ass and cunt.
"Daddy missed you, too, my little bitch."