if ur still taking these⊠if not im sorry pls ignore this bc its embarrassing đđđ also sorry if it doesnt make a lot of sense, english is my second language. ive never done any kind of writing like this
salaryman eunseok letting you sleep in his house, deciding he wants to keep you around. he likes the vulnerable and girly persona you have. him letting you sleep, bathe, and live with him. but obviously not for nothing. keeping you around because he likes you, but also because you let him use you. he can do whatever he wants to you and you just take it. dressed up with a short skirt and cute mary janes, makeup and hair perfect? he doesnt care, he will ruin it all for pleasure before work.
i hope it makes sense, the dynamic im trying ti express. im not one with the words.
anyways, i love reading ur stuff! ur an amazing writer and im actually considering starting a blog once i practice more and better my language skills. thank you for writing at all.. like seriously. you are very good at characters and words! đžđđ
another salaryman eunseok truther đ thank you for the compliments,your english is great! donât worry. tell me about your blog once you start it!
TW: dubcon (?), daddy (dad) kink,lots of face slapping,ddlg undertones,mentioned domestic abuse
eunseok likes having a pretty thing around in his apartment. his knee is restless at work as his work day slowly comes to an end. his palms are sweaty around the metal bar on the train. his hands shake as he gives his card to the cashier at the corner store where he buys beer. all because he knows whatâs waiting for him at home. when he opens the door,itâs no longer a cold,lonely apartment that smells of cigarettes that greets him. instead,itâs the smell of a warm homemade meal and a pretty girl kissing him on the cheek.
eunseok loves playing house with you. especially loves it when you take his suit jacket and hang it,then you kiss him deeply and ask him how his day went. same as usual,heâd reply as he sits down to eat the dinner you made him. sometimes you give him massages,his back starts to hurt after a long day of being hunched on his desk. sometimes youâd drop down on your knees,unbuckling his belt and wrapping your lips around him as he eats.
it almost feels like a dream to him. he feels a sense of fulfillment. taking care of you,shielding you from your family. it makes him feel a certain type of way. somedays you have to go back because your dad keeps begging you to come back through the phone. but then youâre back in eunseoks arms with a tear stained face and bruises blooming under your skin. he likes when you run to him for comfort. when you cling to him tighter than usual while crying,when you bury your face in his chest as he shushes you with his hand caressing your hair.
in a weird way,it turns him on. the fact that you see him as your protector,your safe space,is all too much to him.
he doesnât want to admit it,but he fully takes advantage of your vulnerability. your situation is perfect for him. he pushes your buttons,just to see where your boundaries are. but there are none. years of familial trauma has stripped you completely bare. he slaps you around,pulls your hair,whips you. puts out his cigarettes on you. but you never protest. you never say anything. you take whatever he gives you. he relishes in the weird power dynamic you two have. he has all of the control ti shape you into whatever he wants.
after work,he stops at the adult stores. his eyes scanning all of the skimpy uniforms and lingerie. âitâs a giftâ he hands you the decorative bag with the see through pink night dress inside. he tells you to wear it every night before he comes back from work. then he starts buying more night dresses. some with frilly ends,some with bows and intricate details. some are open at the front,some at the back. he starts buying you beauty products too,everything that catches your eye. he has the money,why not. is what heâll respond with when you ask him why he spends so much on you.
after a while youâre fully accustomed to living with him (except for the few times when you have to go back to your family). your toothbrush is next to his in the cup above the sink. your many bath products are next to his lonesome shampoo and shower gel. most of the apartment is littered with your things,or the things heâs bought you,rather than his own. but he doesnât mind it. he prefers it this way anyways.
in return,you let him do whatever he wants with you. heâll come back home at midnight and immediately slams you down into the bed,ripping the panties he bought you,just to bury himself inside you. âi kept thinking about your little pussy gripping me all dayâ heâd groan above you,his hand keeping your face buried in the mattress. or heâll come through the door and click his fingers,pointing downwards. and you know what he wants. heâll grip your hair,his hand ruining the hairstyle you spent hours on. but it was only for him anyways. your mascara would be running down your cheeks,lipstick smeared all over your lips and his cock. spit dripping down your neck. itâs the most beautiful sight to eunseok as he thrusts his cock inside your mouth.
if heâs angry about something,he makes you sit on his cock while you both eat dinner. âif you donât move while we eat,i just might give you an orgasm tonightâ he teases,but you know he really means it. heâs not that generous when it comes to your pleasure. so you try not to squirm under him,or squeeze around him. he eats peacefully,like youâre not soaking his pants right now. because he loves pushing you,he pinches your waist,and you accidentally squirm around him. your walls fluttering from the sudden contact.
âahâ he sighs,trying to contain his smirk. âbad girlâ you turn around to face him when he says that. brows already upturned as you try to defend yourself but he quickly shushes you,his hand holding your jaw tightly. âyouâre such a dirty little girl,canât even wait for a few minutesâ just then he slaps you,hissing when he feels your walls clenching tight around him. he slaps you again,and you clench around him. and then again. he does it a few more times,mocking you at your lack of control. âyou know what you get for not listening to meâ he clicks his tongue as he gets up,bending you over the table and pounding into your pulsating pussy,only seeking his release.
when he brings out the ropes,the hairs on your neck stand up,because you know heâs had an extra hard day. and you know youâre going to be sore for days. he ties them extra tight. slaps you around as you whine about the pain. âi feed you,give you a warm bed to sleep in,and this is how you repay me?â his palm meets your face. âthis is how you repay your dad? so fucking ungratefulâ another slap. heâd pull your hair,making you look at him,as he spits on your face. the ropes on your wrists dig into your skin and you involuntarily whine,but it angers him more. âyou fucking like this?â he spits,âof course you do. following around an older man,letting him do whatever he wants with you. all because your family doesnât love you enough. fucking slutâ.
but you canât help and rub your thighs together at his degrading words. it hurts,both mentally and physically. but you canât help but be turned on. the contrasting sensations are almost intoxicating. âyouâre going to take itâ he throws you on the bed,putting the collar around your neck and tightening it just to hear you squirm. âyouâre going to take whatever dad gives you,and youâre going to say thank you at the end. understood?â his hands squeeze your cheeks together,his eyes searching yours for an answer. âyes daddyâ your voice is strained as you answer. he laughs as he taps your cheek.
ANON... iâm sorry i got busy over the weekend and now iâm swarmed with uni stuffs... i promise iâll try and get it done by this week omg iâm sorryyyyyyy </3
heyyy! how do u feel abt incest/stepcest? a lot of dd writers do not feel comfortable with it, so just wanna know b4 i send something and make u uncomfortable đ
hey anon :D i do love reading it when friends write them đ but unfortunately i donât think i can bring myself to write one... sorry to disappoint you anon... maybe you can send your ask to my cool mutuals @babyjinsu, @kisspurins, @ne0pearl and @neccorporis!! they write amazing imagines for incest or stepcest!!!
PLS DO THE STALKER ANTON BUT WITH SUNGHOON ( im sorry but i need more sunghoon content from yours, pls pls plssss im begging on my knees atp your sunghoon thoughts and hcs are SO yummy ) đđđ
OMG ANON iâve actually never written for sunghoon before⊠maybe itâs time i start đ„Č or maybe youâve got me mixed up with another account đ...
warnings â noncon, stalking, sexual harassment, public sexual assault, obsession, unwanted groping, physical restraint, predatory behavior, implied coercion
you were too tired to care the first time you saw him.
it was past seven, and everything outside grew darker as the sun set. the train coach smelled faintly of damp coats and old air conditioning. youâd just finished your last class of the week, eyes dry from staring at slides for hours, your shoulders aching under the weight of your tote... all you wanted was to lean against the cool glass and zone out until your stop. thatâs when you noticed him.
a tall guy, maybe early twenties... your age. leaning casually against the wall near the far doors. black hoodie, plain jeans, one hand loosely hooked into his pocket. his face was unfairly sharp for someone youâd see on public transport. hair falling into his eyes, cheekbones high, the kind of bone structure youâd expect from a campus heartthrob or some underground model. a handsome stranger. that was all you thought. your stop came, and you forgot about him.
but the next time you boarded, there he was again. same coach. same spot. same hoodie.
you thought it was a coincidence. you even caught yourself glancing over once or twice, just to check. he didnât smile, didnât look away when your eyes met, just watched you with an unreadable focus. it wasnât the kind of stare that tried to be polite or quick. it lingered, like he was cataloging you piece by piece.
the following night, you noticed the little things. how he didnt have a bag with him, despite it being late enough that most people were heading home from either work or school. the way he boarded from the same door you did, no matter which station you got on from. the way he stood far enough to never touch you, yet close enough that you could hear the faint shift of fabric whenever he adjusted his stance.
when you stepped onto the train again the next day, your chest tightened. different hoodie this time, dark grey instead of black, but he stood in the same posture, eyes flicking to you like heâd been waiting. you told yourself you were imagining it. big city. busy nights. people overlapped all the time.
and yet⊠there was that moment, when the train rattled through a tunnel and you caught his reflection in the window beside you. he wasnât pretending to look elsewhere. he wasnât pretending at all. his gaze stayed on you... unblinking.
another night came, the pattern repeated. you were already tense before you even saw him. the station platform was unusually quiet, just the hum of the escalator and the faint echoes of footsteps. you told yourself not to check. donât look for him. donât give yourself more reasons to feel paranoid. but when the train doors slid open, there he was. same seat, same demeanor. watching you step in like it was routine. you sat two rows down, pulling your bag onto your lap, pretending to scroll through your phone. your eyes stayed fixed on the screen, but you could feel it. the prickling awareness of being seen.
then you heard it. at first you thought it was the hiss of the train brakes or the mumble of someoneâs music bleeding from their headphones. but no⊠his voice was low, soft, almost too quiet to catch.
ââŠpretty⊠so tired tonightâŠâ
your stomach dropped. was he talking to you? you looked up, and his gaze didnât waver. lips moving faintly, his tone just above the clatter of the tracks.
ââŠmm⊠wanna see you⊠closerâŠâ
you couldnât be sure. maybe it wasnât meant for you. maybe he was on a call. but his hands were empty, no phone, no earbuds. just that soft, muttered thread of words. like he wasnât speaking to you exactly, but to himself⊠about you.
you tried really hard to ignore him let yourself sink further into the seat, body heavy with exhaustion, but then a lady stepped in. pregnant. her hands resting protectively over her rounded belly. the sight made guilt stab through your chest. you hated how your first thought was selfish, how badly you wanted to stay sitting, how the ache in your legs begged you not to move. it felt mean, wrong, but you couldnât ignore it. with a reluctant sigh, you pushed yourself up, every muscle protesting. you forced a small smile at her as you passed, then made your way near the door, planting yourself against it for support.
you only closed your eyes for a few minutes when you realized the mystery guy got closer. you didnât notice until you felt the warmth of someone behind you and the faint rustle of his jacket when the train swayed. he didnât touch you, not really⊠but when you glanced over your shoulder, his head tilted the slightest bit, like heâd been leaning just enough to catch the scent of your shampoo.
your gaze shouldâve snapped away, but it didnât. it dipped lower, catching the unmistakable shape of his hand pressed flat against himself. he wasnât hiding it. his palm cupped the heavy outline straining beneath the dark fabric of his sweatpants, fingers flexing like he couldnât stop himself. the movement was deliberate⊠up, down, squeezing along the bulge of his cock like he was testing how hard heâd gotten just from standing this close to you. you saw the way his knuckles tightened, how his hips twitched forward almost subtly, dragging his length against his own hand.
that was when you noticed it. looped to his belt, half hidden under his hoodie. a faded lanyard, the kind given out by campuses. the ID card inside was scratched, edges cloudy, but the print was still legible. Anton Lee.
the name stuck in your head, sharp as a splinter. anton. not just a stranger anymore.
heat rose in your face, a sick, crawling kind of awareness rooting you in place. around you, the train rattled, people shifted, no one noticed. but you saw it. you saw the way his jaw clenched, a thin breath shuddering from his chest as he ground his palm down slow, like he was savoring it. then, he mouthed something. you couldnât hear it over the chatter, but you could read it.
donât get off alone.
it sent a chill down your spine. his voice was quiet, but the intent was clear. your instincts screamed for you to run, to escape his intoxicating presence. you didnât want to engage, didnât want to acknowledge what lay beneath the surface of this interaction.
your stop came. people filtered out around you, and you didnât look back. until you reached the escalator.
you heard his footsteps. steady and matching yours. you took the long way out of the station, looping past the convenience store instead of going straight home. he didnât close the distance, didnât say a word... just trailed at that perfect distance, far enough to vanish at a glance, near enough to follow without looking like he was.
when you finally reached your street, you dared a glance over your shoulder. he was there. hands in pockets. watching you. and this time, when you unlocked your door, you swore you saw the corner of his mouth lift.
your body shivered and your hair was still frizzy from the gentle drizzle of rain. it had been days since you last saw anton, and as you boarded the train, you were too busy wiping your glasses to notice him. exhaustion from a late lecture weighed heavily on you. it wasnât until the train jolted into motion that you felt that familiar itch at the back of your neck. you didnât need to look, you already know. his reflection in the window confirmed your suspicion, same sharp jawline, same stillness, and that steady gaze that held yours even when you caught it.
the ride was quiet. just the squeal of the tracks, a cough from someone three rows away, and his whispers again. not constant and never obvious. just small bursts, like thoughts escaping before he could swallow them back.
ââŠmm⊠wearing that againâŠâ
ââŠwet hair⊠prettyâŠâ
you tried to tune him out, eyes glued to the scrolling station names. you told yourself not to flinch when the train rocked and his arm brushed yours. when your stop came, you moved fast, slipping into the crowd, hoping the rain would be enough to make him stay behind.
it wasnât.
you caught the sound first. the unhurried taps of his shoes on wet pavement behind you. he walked slow, not rushing and that made your skin crawl even more. you took the usual route home, but halfway down the narrow side street, your umbrella got caught on a low hanging branch. cursing yourself, you stopped for a split second to free it, and it was long enough for him to close the distance. when you straightened, he was there. not touching, not blocking the way. just close enough that you could feel the faint heat of him against the cool rain. his eyes dragged slowly over your face, down your shoulders, then back up again.
âyou always walk this way...â anton said finally. not a question. just an observation. his voice was quiet, low enough that you had to lean in without meaning to. the corner of his mouth curled, the same creepy smile youâd seen the other night.
âyou donât look scared...â
âiâm not.â you lied.
he chuckled under his breath, tilting his head like he was studying something rare. then, softer, almost to himself. ââŠbet youâd look so pretty pressed against that wall.â
you felt your heart pulsing in your throat. the wall he meant was right there, rough brick and half hidden from the streetlights. before you could move, his hand brushed your wrist. not gripping, just a fleeting touch, like he was testing how far youâd let him go. when you didnât pull away fast enough, his fingers slid higher, curling loosely around your forearm as he guided you backward, step by step, until your shoulders met the damp brick.
the rain pattered harder, masking the sound of his breathing. you didnât want to show him how scared you were, but you canât control the tears from leaving your eyes. at this point, youâre helpless. he leaned in, close enough that you could feel his words against your cheek when he murmured.
âbeen thinking about you, every night on that train⊠how soft youâd be if i justâŠâ his hand skimmed your hip. not groping. just slow traces that made your stomach knot.
âyouâd let me, wouldnât you?â
the rain clung to your clothes, making the fabric heavy, clingy, almost see through under the weak streetlight. antonâs gaze was fixed on the way your shirt stuck to your chest, his breath slowing like he was trying to savor every inch. his fingers tightened just enough on your hip to make you feel the pressure through the damp fabric.
âgod, youâre so fucking small up close...â he muttered, almost like it wasnât meant for you to hear. his other hand came up, brushing the hair from your cheek, then lingering, his thumb dragging along your jaw. his lips ghosting yours, the hot breath fanning your face made you want to throw up.
âyouâve been walking past me for days, and you didnât even notice...â he whispered, his voice rough.
âyou think i donât know exactly what time your classes end? what seat you take on the train?â
the words made you tense, but his body was warm, the wall behind you cold, and his hand⊠now sliding down, under your shirt. it made your stopped breathing. he touches were careful, like heâd been imagining this in detail long before tonight. his palm smoothed over your stomach before dipping lower, fingers pressing against the heat between your legs through your skirt.
âmm⊠so warm. if i split you open right now, youâd leak all over yourself...â he murmured, his eyes flicking up to watch your face.
the press of his fingertips grew firmer, pushing and poking sharply on your sensitive nub until you felt the heat coil low in your belly despite yourself hating it. his breathing hitched when you shifted against him, like the smallest reaction from you fed something in him. without warning, he stepped in closer. chest to yours, his knee sliding between your legs, nudging them apart just enough for him to slip his hand underneath. cold air rushed in before his fingers found you again, this time against bare skin.
ââŠfuckâso soft.â he hissed, curling his fingers, spreading you open just slightly. âbeen thinking about how youâd struggle to take me, squeezing me like a stupid girlâ two fingers dipped lower, brushing where you were already slick from the mix of adrenaline and something you didnât want to name.
âyeah just like that⊠let me feel youâŠâ
he leaned in, his mouth at your ear, voice low and shaky now. âif you donât stop me, iâm not stopping either.â the hand between your legs didnât leave, even when you squirmed against the wall in a nervous half step. antonâs voice was low, almost soothing, like he was talking you into something instead of forcing it.
âthatâs it⊠just relax for me, pretty.â he murmured, rubbing slow circles against your clit with the pads of his fingers, making the slick sounds between you embarrassingly loud in the quiet alley. âi told you⊠iâve been waiting. you donât have to think, just feel me.â
you barely had a moment to breathe before he pulled his fingers away, only to fumble at his belt. the quiet clink of the buckle felt deafening. your felt like your chest about to explode, back pressed harder into the wall like maybe if you tried hard enough, it could save you from him, but your body stayed where it was⊠like you were pinned by something invisible. anton didnât look away from your face when he freed himself, his cock heavy and flushed in the cold night air. he stroked himself once, slow, the sound of his palm wet from you.
âlook at you..â he whispered, almost a laugh in his tone. âalready messy for me.â
he grabbed your thigh, lifting it slightly, pressing forward until the head of his cock nudged between your folds. anton didnât even bother to take your panty off, just pulled it to the side and started shoving himself in you. you wanted to scream but nothing came out. the heat and the stretch were torture, your fingers instinctively clutching at the front of his shirt.
âshhh...â he soothed, his mouth brushing your temple. âlet me in⊠youâre so tight, pretty⊠fuckââ
he pushed deeper, slow but relentless, until he was fully seated inside you, the wet sound of him filling you making his breath stutter. his hips pressed flush against yours, his hand still gripping your thigh to keep you open for him. the way he started kissing your neck like it was full of love... oh, you wished the thunder would strike you dead. you hated how it made you feel.
âgod⊠i knew youâd fit me...â he breathed, eyes half lidded, lips brushing your ear. âknew youâd take me all the way in like a good doll.â
his thrusts started shallow, grinding deep into you with each push, his other hand cupping the back of your neck to hold you still. every time you made a small sound, he groaned, like your noises were enabling him.
âthatâs right⊠just let me fuck my pretty passengerâŠâ his words were broken by sharp exhales as his pace grew harder. âyouâve been walking past me for days, and all i could think about was this...â his hips slammed forward, abusing your cervix. you swear you werenât able to breathe for a few seconds. he chuckled softly, the sound dark and almost affectionate.
âmine now⊠all mine, pretty thing.â
the pace turned rougher, the slap of his hips echoing in the narrow space, his breath coming out in short, desperate bursts. you barely realized his hand had slid between you again until his thumb pressed against your clit, forcing you to gasp as a wave of involuntary pleasure hit you.
âcome on, doll⊠come with me.â he groaned, and your body obeyed before your mind could catch up. heat coiling, snapping, your cry muffled against his shoulder as you clenched around him.
antonâs thrusts turned brutal, chasing his own high even when your pleas were loud in his ears. he spilled into you without warning, the sensation was overwhelming you could feel your consciousness starting to leave you. he stayed buried inside you, his breath hot and rough against your neck, one hand still gripping the back of your head like he wasnât ready to let go.
when he finally pulled back, it wasnât gentle. the sudden emptiness made you stumble, and his hand caught your jaw, forcing your eyes up to his. the warmth you saw in his eyes from moments ago was gone. his expression was dead, the dark gleam in his eyes making the cold night felt harsher against your skin.
âyou will be on this train tomorrow. and the next day too. i like knowing where to find my pretty doll...â he murmured, almost casual. like he hadnât just drained the last of your will to live.
thinking about stepdad!eunseok whos so jealous of you that when he sees a boy taking u home he just flips and lose his mind and fucks u, tired of being the gentle and good stepdad that he is
cw. noncon, stepcest
eunseok doesnât know when this started.
at first, you wanted nothing to do with him. you didnât want to see him marry your mother, you didnât want to live in his house, and he did everything he could for you, treating you like his own daughter until he could get past your barriers, gain your trust so you would like him.
you just needed someone to give you attention and protection, and he was happy to be the figure you could lean on, maybe thatâs when it all started.
you were his little girl, the one he pampered and cared for. he began to enjoy watching your favorite tv shows, cuddling you against his chest when you wasn't having a good day, and taking you on shopping sprees. he went so far that his heart ached at the thought of you with someone else, seeking comfort and love from someone other than him.
your heart pounded in your chest when you saw someone's silhouette in the kitchen, so dimly lit at such a late hour when you snuck into the house. eunseok was in the kitchen, his sleeves rolled up halfway down his arms and his glasses perched on his nose as he put away the fine china cups you had bought as a gift for your mother.
âwho was that?â he asked, pointing to the window that had a wide view of the green backyard where the car that brought you was parked a few minutes ago. he took a mug from the cupboard, placing it on top of the dark marble sink.
âjust a friend,â you said, leaving your shoes at the door as you felt the familiar warmth of your home lull you, sitting on the stool at the kitchen island. it was late, but you wanted to talk to him.
he nodded, letting out a hum of acknowledgment as he poured milk into his mug. he was far from stupid, he had seen you leave the car and your silhouette disappear behind the boy as he wrapped you in his arms, kissing you for a good few minutes before you got inside.
it made his heart clench in his chest as if you had done it with your own hands.
âi don't want to see you with that boy again,â he said, pouring a spoonful of the ground coffee he always drank when it was too late to make real coffee.
you sighed, you knew he was right, but you were having so much fun and already spent all your time with your face buried in books. âi know, butâŠâ
âcan't you do this for your dad?â he asked, holding your cheeks between his hands, making you look at him. eunseok patted your head, seeing you look at him like a puppy.
âyes, but you said i could hang out with my friends if my grades were good,â you said, your voice small as eunseokâs stern gaze hovered over your face.
tsk. you acted like you were doing nothing wrong, acting that way to make him jealous.
he would never hurt you. he never would. but looking at you, your big eyes staring at him with such a sweet glow that it was like you were begging him to fuck you.
âdonât i give you everything?â his frown deepened as you nodded slowly. âso why do you do this to me?â
he holds on, he does. but your heart aches in your chest as if you've ripped it out with your bare hands. he needs you and your love more than you could ever imagine. he watches your throat bobbed as you swallow, and the next second, you're pressed to the ground, delicate touches running down your body as he pulls your pants down your thighs. heat fills your cheeks, your hands palming his chest as you try to push him away and get him off of you.
âplease,â you begged, eunseok silenced you with a kiss, pushing himself into your tight heat. you grunted, feeling the stretch, hurting so much that your nails sank into the flesh of your arms. eunseok didn't stop, rutting against you, lewd slaps of skin on skin as he lay against you, his hands gripping your hips. âs-seokie...â
âlove you so much,â he grunts against your lips, his breath mingling with yours as his cock filled you deeper, your back pressing into the floor as he lifts your leg, feeling your warm walls clench around him. his thumbs caress your soft cheeks drying the tears streaming down your face. âneed you so much.â
you looked so perfect beneath him, your pussy clenching around his cock so well. you tried to focus on something other than how his lips moved against yours or how he was stretching you beyond what you thought you could handle.
âstop, please...i'll stop seeing him, s-swear.â you cried out only for his large hand to cover your lips, muffling your protests as his hips slam into yours, wet arousal making a mess over his cock, aching as eunseok stretches your pussy to fit his thick length.
anyways need someone to write something about stuttering wonbin...pls... it would be so hot, like him struggling to put his words out to defend himself... canât even form a proper sentence when you taunt him...
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