jinkook | father/son incest | age play | daddy kink | bratty baby boy (but he's pretty so it's forgivable) | bp | allusions to underage attention | exhibitionism | ankle sock foot job | feeding, food mentions

Googie is fifteen the first time Jin has him accompany him to one of his lavish company dinners, and whilst he has no intentions of letting any of his colleagues touch, he 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 them to look.

Of course, they do. His son is the prettiest little thing at their table. Beyond

that- the whole restaurant.

Perched daintily beside his Daddy, he looks too ethereal to be true. A glowing mirage of sheer, milky tulle and dark, windswept curls; a cocoa dust mole beneath his Cupid's bow lip that all eyes seem drawn to whenever Jin feeds him from his own fork.

Googie is eighteen the first time the party turns a collective blind eye to his Daddy's left hand not making a single appearance 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 the table for the entire time that they're dining.

Jin's office authority carries. Though he would argue that it's his manipulative little

boy holding all of the power. Really, what is he to do with an incorrigible child who whispers against the shell of his ear that his 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘱 and that 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘋𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦? He can't have him making a scene when there are important

internationals out with them, when there are multiple million dollar deals at stake.

So he simply 𝘩𝘢𝘴 to nudge the moist cotton of Googie's tiny white panties aside, to press into his syrupy, slick cunnie. Daddy's fingers settle him. Keep Googie as sweet as the desserts

he picks out from the menu in place of anything savoury, the brûléed peach sundaes and clouds of meringue and whipped cream.

"So good, Daddy," He moans around his silver spoon as Jin drags his fingers from the delicious, velvet pull of his pussy to roll the tips of them over

the flushed bud of his clit. The heel of his palm settling against the softness of his boy's spoiled little tummy as he tortures J.ngkook with touches that are just a shade too light. Feathery strokes between his folds to catch his wetness, to raise his heartbeat. A pause, so

that Jin can drain the last of his wine before he sees fit to sink deep into his son once again. To satisfy the slut, so needy- as he's trained him to be.

"I can have some more?" Googie simpers.

"Oh, it's all yours, baby," S.okjin assures him with a careful nod towards the

crystal flute of melting ice cream, "Can you eat it all up, for Daddy?"

"Mhmm, Daddy. I'm just so hungry."

Googie is twenty one, and as familiar a face as any of the most long standing company employees, when he requests that he sit opposite rather than beside his Daddy for

that evening's meal.

"What if you can't read the big words on your menu, baby?" S.okjin asks him.

Googie simply shrugs his bare shoulders, tugs his tight satin mini dress further down over his thick thighs, "I'm sure Taehyung-hyung or Jimin-hyung will help me, Daddy. Can I,

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦?"

Jin's well versed in J.ngkook, in all of his doe-eyed ploys, his angelic insolence, his greed. He's sure he's up to something or other, and his suspicions are confirmed when he catches him wiggling in seat.

"Do you need me to take you the toilet?" He asks, loud

enough to turn heads but not to raise any questions.

Nobody 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 asks the questions, though they gossip behind Mr. Kim's back. It's no secret, the assumption that he's surely fucking the son he's never allowed to grow all the way up. Why else would he appear on his arm at

every function, trussed up like one of Humbert Humbert's wet dreams?

"No Daddy," Googie giggles, "My shoes are pinching, I'm kicking them off!"

Less than moment later, Jin feels it. The rub of Googie's toes on his dick, the weight of them ever so familiar. Jin doesn't have to

glance beneath the table to picture the fresh coat of pearly varnish on his son's toe nails, how it'll peep through the sheer lace of his favourite ankle socks, demure and snowy against the bronze of his sun kissed calves.

Of course his baby needs to know that he is never too

far away. His Daddy, who does most of his thinking for him.

S.okjin sits himself further back in his own chair, spreads open his thighs and nods to let Googie know that he can begin; doesn't break a sweat for as long as his feet coax him to an aching hardness.

He cuts

into his steak without flinching but hidden, his hips grind back against the pressure of his son's sole as it shapes out his dick in his Gucci slacks, and whilst the attention of the table is turned towards the waiter, to more orders of overpriced wine, Jin sneaks his hand down

to unzip them, just thankful that he's as averse to underwear as his minx of a son.

"The little one will take a lemonade," He tells the waiter- long finger pointing right across at Googie 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 as the boy angles his feet to cup the solid girth of his cock, toes tickling over

the tip of him, dipping into the bead of wetness there.

For Googie, having Jin like this is as much about taking as it is giving. He looks as satisfied as a kitten with a china dish of cream as he slips his hand between his clenched thighs, the pace of him flicking his own clit

matched perfectly with the strokes to Jin's length.

Every last thing he does is pretty and Jin adores him for it.

What a princess he has, so happy to be locked in his tower as long as he has heaps of gifted teddies to laze in a strings of pearls to fasten around his wrists,

his neck.

As long as he's paraded out to fancy dinner's every so often, ones where he can fuck his Daddy with his pretty, ankle-sock'd, little boy feet.

Oh, they're far from inconspicuous as he buries his hand in his cunnie, up to his pearl decorated wrist, and pumps his

thighs- but that's okay, because his tall, unbearably handsome Daddy is important enough that they get away with it. Every single time.

S.okjin dabs a serviette over his pursed lips as he climaxes, averts his eyes to the abstract chandelier dangling above the table and swallows

his moan as though it's as smooth as his red wine.

Googie giggles and lathes his tongue around his straw, making out like he can't quite catch it, as the ice in his glass tinkles and his socks becomes ruined with his Daddy's seed, soaking it up as he delicately dances his toes

against Jin's glistening, spent cock.

"Daddy!" He pouts as he feels Jin's big hand on his feet, his fingers pinching at the hems of his socks in order to drag them from him, "My soda's gone right through me, Daddy. Can you take me to the toilet now, please?"

Googie is twenty one the night Daddy takes him from behind in the restaurant toilet stall, his pink, pudgy cheek slamming against the door and making it rattle each time Jin bottoms out in his desperate, dripping his little pussy. But he's still a child to his Father, who'll

sweeten him up, and shut him up, by spoon feeding him more puddings when they rejoin his leering colleagues.

[ I've been wanting to add to this 'verse for a little time now. I wasn't sure /who/ Daddy was when I first started writing for it but honestly, how could it /not/ be Jin? Likes, qrts, cc comments- I adore + appreciate them all. https://curiouscat.me/milkdrunkkoo  ]