You glanced over your shoulder to see a gentleman dressed in a white suit and red hair reading a book in a corner booth. You had seen him here earlier in the day, and on previous nights. You weren’t entirely sure you wanted to accept a drink from him.
“Uh… he’s kinda been creeping and-”
“He’s the owner.”
“What?”
“That’s Jung Jaehyun, owner of the hotel.” The bartender explained. “He likes to spend his free time in the bar area or do some simple work here. He enjoys seeing the type of people who stay at his hotel and on occasion buys drinks for them too. Technically this is on the house.”
“Ah…”
“I can make you something else if you’d like.”
“No, that’s alright. It doesn’t hurt to try something new.”
“Of course. Then may I ask, what brings you to the area? Work or vacation?”
“Unfortunately work.” You took a sip of the drink, liking the taste. “My company sent me here for a business conference. Just a few more days then I can go home.”
“You’re not one for travel?”
“Not really. I like sleeping in my own bed.”
“Fair. I can’t argue with that. Although I do hope you’ve been enjoying your stay.”
“Yeah, this place is nice. I like the style.” You yawned, checking the time. “Gosh, I feel so tired, perhaps I should head to bed.”
“Would you like a wake up call? You can give me your room number and a time to call. It’s a hotel service to help you not sleep in.”
“Oh, that would be nice. I’m in 2146, and 6 am would be a good time to call.”
“I’ll make a note for the front desk. Have a good night, miss…?”
“Y/n, the name’s y/n.”
“Good night, y/n.”
The bartender bowed and you finished up your drinking heading upstairs to wash up and rest. It wasn’t that late, but you certainly felt tired, the day had been more draining than you realized. Still, you had work in the morning, so better to get a good night’s sleep.
🖤
Jaehyun kept his attention on the book in hand, even as a drink was placed on his table by the bartender. One he hadn’t ordered.
“Y/n, room 2146, here on behalf of her company for a conference, and requested a 6 am wake up call that I shall handle. She’s only staying a few more days. The room is a one bedroom, and she checked in alone. In approximately ten minutes she’ll be out cold.”
“Thank you, Mr. Suh.”
“Of course, sir.”
Jaehyun reached for the glass as the bartender walked away, taking a sip before checking the time. He made a note and returned to his book. A few minutes later he set it down and made his way up to the room number he had been given. He checked the time once more as he got off the elevator. He stood before the door number 2146, knocking. There was no response so he knocked again. He subtly glanced at the cameras and examined the hall, he was alone. Once he confirmed that he pressed his ear to the door, listening. It was silent. He glanced around once more before pulling out his master key card and unlocking the door, stepping in gracefully.
He moved quietly, slowly shutting the door and then walking further into the room. He stopped as he registered the sounds of running water. He glanced at his watch, moving cautiously until he saw a half dressed woman lying on the bed. As he got closer he could see they appeared to be sleeping. He snapped his fingers by their ear, getting no reaction at all, then checked for a pulse. It was steady and calm. His prey wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon. Jaehyun took in the woman before him, reaching down to finish what she had started, stripping her bare and laying her down properly on the bed. His hands gently caressed bits of exposed skin, so far, he liked what he had.
“Y/n… very beautiful.”
After a moment he went to the bathroom, switching the shower head off and opting to fill the tub. He waited until the water was warm before going to retrieve you. He easily carried you bridal style towards the bathroom, setting you down in the tub. He rolled up his sleeves, getting some items from under the bathroom sink so he could properly wash you up. He was gentle and took his time, admiring your beauty from up close. Although as he scrubbed down your chest he slowed down. His fingers gliding over your belly and then going lower, dipping between your legs. He felt around gently, watching your reaction as he slowly teased you. The little helpless noises you made, reacting to the stimulus but unable to properly wake up.
Jaehyun kept at it, his thumb rubbing your clit. He wanted to do a bit more, ultimately deciding to pull you out of the tub and into his arms. He didn’t care if he got wet, keeping an arm around you and sitting you between his legs, his fingers dipping back down to tease you before pushing to digits inside. You let out a low moan, your hips starting to gently shake. He worked you over slowly, finding that sweet spot and rubbing against it. You whimpered, squirming around in his embrace as your breathing became uneven. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in but refraining from leaving marks. He brought you to climax on his fingers alone, reveling in the afterglow of your body.
Although he knew he couldn’t stay like this for too long. Eventually he got you back in the tub and finished your bath. He drained the tub and dried you off, changing you into your pajamas and then tucking you into bed. He held himself back from placing a kiss on your head, deciding to stay a moment longer to gaze at your sleeping form. He cleaned himself up and made sure to leave no trace of his presence before quietly exiting the room. It was still late in the night, so the halls were empty and he simply returned back down to the bar. He got to the table he had left, grabbing the drink and taking a seat once more. A moment later Mr. Suh came over.
“How did it go?”
“She’s the one.”
“Ah, congratulations, I’ll keep that in mind. Can I get you anything else tonight?”
“No, thank you.”
“Of course.”
🖤
You jumped awake at the sound of the phone ringing on your nightstand. You were still half awake as you reached over to answer the phone.
“… hello…?”
“Good morning, I’m calling as you requested a 6am wake up call.”
“… wake up call… 6am… yes, yes, I did, thank you.”
“Have a good day, ma’am.”
“You too.”
You hung up and grabbed your head, vague memories of last night finally surfacing. You had been down at the bar and asked the bartender about a wake up call, just to be safe. You remembered coming up to wash up and head to bed, but you couldn’t remember much of that part. It was weird, but it didn’t matter. You could tell you had cleaned up, and clearly had gotten to bed. Once that was out of your mind you got up, getting ready for another day at work.
🖤
On days Jaehyun wasn’t in the hotel he was out with investors and taking care of other hotel business. He didn’t do much with his time outside of his work, but he intended to change that eventually. After a day of being out he finally returned to his hotel, although later than he wanted to. He made his way to the bar, looking around for a familiar face. The last few days you had come to the bar to unwind after a long day, so it was odd to not see you. He went up to the bar to inquire.
“Johnny, have you-”
“She was drinking with a new friend. The two went up together a few minutes ago.”
“What!”
“From what I gathered they went up to her room. Although,” Johnny checked his watch. “They should both be out in about five minutes.”
Jaehyun didn’t need to hear anything else, making his way up to your room. He was trying to contain his own annoyance, but it was difficult. He shrugged off his jacket and other items as he walked down the hall. When he got to your door he knocked aggressively, not stopping until the door opened. A random male opened the door and Jaehyun immediately threw a punch, knocking them to the ground. They didn’t move afterwards and Jaehyun stepped over them, shutting the door behind him.
He didn’t care to be subtle this time, but didn’t find you in the room. He noticed the bathroom door closed, and found it to be locked. He knocked, but got no response, opting to break out down. Once it was open he found you sitting on the floor, passed out. He quickly checked to make sure you hadn’t injured yourself, and thankfully you hadn’t. He picked you up, carrying you over to your bed and laying you down. Just like before he knew you’d be out till morning, but first he had to deal with the other. He reached for the phone on the nightstand, dialing the bar.
“Hello?”
“I need clean up in room 2146.”
“Right away, sir.”
You still needed to clean up, and Jaehyun would take care of that once the other problem was dealt with. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and Jaehyun answered. Johnny offered a smile and pushed in a cart, he didn’t ask questions and just dealt with the unconscious body in the room while Jaehyun took care of you. He ran another bath for you, just washing you up this time and getting you into bed. Afterwards he made sure to clean up and leave no traces. Tomorrow morning may be confusing, but at least he’d know that no one touched you.
🖤
The next morning your phone rang once again at 6am, and you groggily answered. It was annoying, but also necessary. Just like last time you sat with your head in your hands for a few minutes, trying to get your mind in order. You could have sworn you had been chatting with someone last night and were intending to have some fun, but you didn’t remember much after heading up to your room. You only had one drink, and you watched the bartender make it in front of you too. Although, you didn’t feel sore or any lingering sensations. Maybe you had just been hopeful and delusional after a long day.
Now it was time to get up and do it all again. You groaned and got out of bed, preparing for the day. At least this trip was almost over. You made your way to the convention center, greeting your coworkers and helping set up. There were a few panels you’d be attending, and lots more mingling to do. Even though the day went by rather fast, exhaustion didn’t hit til you were back at the hotel. A simple drink after a long day was nice, so you always found yourself going to the hotel bar. The bartender greeted you, asking what you would like this time. You asked for something new, and to be surprised. He was pretty good at his job.
“Here you are. Will you be drinking alone again?”
“Was I drinking with someone last night?”
“I don’t recall.”
“Hm…”
“Why? Did you have someone with you?”
“Not sure… but it doesn’t matter.”
“Perhaps you could use some company.”
“You’ve been great company, Mr. Suh.”
“You can just call me, Johnny. Although I am flattered, listening and storytelling is part of a bartender’s duties, but I wasn’t speaking about myself.”
“Oh, then what were you referring to?”
“I think you know.”
Johnny gestured behind you, and you cautiously looked back, eyes landing on a particular table. There was the hotel owner, Jaehyun, engrossed in a book and sitting all by himself.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to bother him.”
“I doubt he’d mind. Besides, I do think he likes you.”
“Ah… well… it would be weird…”
“Not entirely.” Johnny placed a drink on the table. “Could you give this to him for me, it’s his favorite.”
“Sure.”
You gave Johnny a goofy smile and grabbed the drink, taking your own as well. With every step you took you realized it was too late to back out. Jaehyun didn’t look up from his book as you placed down his drink. You could probably leave and he’d be none the wiser, but you were already here.
“… what are you reading?”
There was a moment of silence that led you to believe he was ignoring you, but then he looked up. When he caught a look at your face he smiled, setting his book down.
“A satirical horror novel. There is a movie adaptation, but many things get lost in translation so I rather look into the source material.”
“How sophisticated of you.”
“I suppose. Would you like to join me for a drink?”
“If I’m not bothering you.”
“Of course not, sit, please.”
“Thank you.”
You slid into the booth, sitting across from Jaehyun. You set your drink down, starting to feel a bit nervous and shy. From the beginning you knew he was handsome, even if you thought him to be a creep at first, but now that you had his attention you couldn’t help feeling flushed.
“So… I was told you’re the hotel owner.”
“That is correct.”
“What’s that like, running a hotel?”
“Busy, or at least I like to be involved with as much of the inner workings as possible.”
“A very hands-on approach.”
“Indeed. I want my staff to feel like they can rely on me. Whenever something happens I want to know, even if it can be resolved without my interference. I want to assure all our guests enjoy their stay.”
“Well, I certainly have so far. I love the design, and the service is nice. I’d say you’ve done well here. Do you intend to expand into a franchise?”
“I’m not honestly interested in that. This land was given to me by my father, and I was given the freedom to do what I wanted with it.”
“Wow, so why a hotel? Why not something with more potential for high income, like a shopping mall?”
“I did consider it, but I wanted to focus more on the people. One can go shopping in many places, but having a safe place to rest after a long day seems more important. This area gets a lot of people passing through, so there’s a lot of competition in regards to consumer goods. A hotel was more appropriate in my eyes.”
“Hm, when you put it like that, I see what you mean. A hotel was a simpler idea, and your values are up front. Very impressive.”
“I do my best. What about you? If you don’t mind me asking, what has brought you here?”
“Work. I’ve been representing my company at this convention in town. They wanted someone from another branch to participate, so they sent me.”
“Has it been any fun?”
“Uh, well I guess it has its moments, but work is work.”
“True, I’m sure you’ve been doing well.”
“I hope my boss sees it that way too.”
“Let me know if not, I’ll have a word with them.”
“I don’t think that would work, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
“Then, might I be so bold as to ask you out for dinner? I know a wonderful place nearby.”
“Dinner?”
“You’ve been in the area for work purposes, I fear you haven’t enjoyed yourself much.”
“You’d be right there.”
“So, what do you say?”
“I suppose dinner couldn’t hurt. It’d be better than dining alone.”
“Wonderful. Come with me.”
Jaehyun stood and offered you his hand. You took it with a smile, letting him hook your arms together and leading you out. It was summertime in the area, so the night was comfortably warm. You didn’t really need to change as you were already dressed in business attire, but you felt that maybe you should have given where Jaehyun took you. The restaurant seemed to be rather high class, and you felt like you were severely undressed. Still, Jaehyun made no comment and walked in, going up to the host and giving his name. They welcomed him and you were escorted to a table, getting looks from those in the waiting area.
“Did you… make a reservation?”
“No. I always have a table here. Usually I dine alone, but I’m grateful for the company tonight.”
“I see… thanks for inviting me.”
You were shown to a nice table, Jaehyun pulling out your chair for you. He was such a gentleman, making you realize how wrong your initial impression of him was. The waiter returned with a menu, and you didn’t see any prices. You figured you’d just enjoy yourself for the moment and worry about the bill later. Jaehyun suggested wine, but you still had work tomorrow, and your one drink was enough. He respected that and didn’t get any alcohol either. While you ate you talked a bit more about yourself, and asked about his life. You two were from very different worlds, and tonight you were getting a small glimpse.
You shouldn’t have been surprised that Jaehyun covered the bill, you never even saw how much the total was. He wasn’t going to tell you, nor accept any amount of money from you. For him, your company was well worth a meal. You both walked with your arms hooked together back to the hotel, Jaehyun escorting you to your room as you continued your conversation.
“So, you’ve always lived around here. You don’t travel?”
“I haven’t had a reason to.”
“You haven’t gotten bored of the same places?”
“This is my home, I could never grow bored with it. I quite like it here, what about you?”
“Hm. I haven’t seen too much, but it does seem like a nice place to settle down in.”
“I’m glad you agree.”
“Ah, I see. You’ve planted roots here, and don’t intend to leave.”
“Not really.”
“I admire that. Many talk about seeing the world and experiencing all kinds of things, but I see the happiness and peace about staying in a place you know. It has a certain type of stability and comfort one could grow accustomed to.”
“It does.”
“Okay, well, this is me. Thanks for tonight, I had a lovely time.”
“If you’d like, I would enjoy taking you out for dinner again tomorrow night.”
“Hm. I’ll think about it.”
“Please do, have a good night, y/n.”
“Good night, Jaehyun.”
🖤
The days felt the same, but the night always seemed to be different. Although you found yourself with some unfortunate luck this time. A certain guest from the conference wanted your attention. They asked questions about your employer and normal stuff, but as the day came to an end he started asking about your evening plans. He wanted to take you out, show you around, but you kept declining. Still, it seemed he wasn’t gonna take no for an answer.
“Look, I appreciate the sentiment, but I already have dinner plans.”
“Do you, now? With who?”
“That’s not your concern.”
“Well, maybe I think you’re lying to get out of me treating you to a nice meal.”
“I’ve politely refused you one too many times now, please leave.”
“Come on, don’t be like that. I just want to make sure your supposed plans are with a good person.”
“They are.”
“And who might they be?”
“A hotel owner.”
“Oh really? That’s far-fetched, don’t you think?”
“It’s the truth!”
“Prove it.”
“I don’t need to prove anything to you!”
“Keep it down, wouldn’t want to cause a scene. Come on, show me this date of yours, and I’ll leave you alone. Deal?”
You honestly didn’t want to blur things out, but you brought up Jaehyun before you could stop yourself. You probably did sound like a liar, but this guy wasn’t really gonna believe anything. He was the real creep. You didn’t agree to anything and just got your things and left. Of course he followed behind you as you returned to your hotel. You just had to ignore him and find Jaehyun. Although you were nervous. When you got to the hotel you went over to the bar. Johnny had told you that Jaehyun usually hung around here, but there was always a chance that today he wouldn’t be present.
“So, where is your date?”
“Uh… he… Jaehyun!”
To your immediate relief you saw Jaehyun at one of the booths, chatting with Johnny. When you called his name he looked your way, offering you a smile. You rushed over to him, grabbing his arm and getting him to his feet. He seemed confused, but before he could ask he noticed the other guy that had walked over.
“So, this is your date?”
“Yes. This is Jaehyun, we have dinner plans tonight. So you can be on your way.”
“Just like that?”
“You got your proof so-”
“What’s going on, y/n?” Jaehyun interrupted. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, this guy just… wanted to escort me to you, to make sure I was safe.”
“Ah, I see, well, thank you, I can take it from here.”
“I suppose so, and uh, what is your profession again?”
“I don’t see how that’s relevant.”
“Amuse me.”
Jaehyun scoffed. “You’re standing in my hotel, and now I’d like you to leave. If you’d prefer, I can have you escorted out.”
“No need, have a good night.”
You kept your composure, glad to see the smirk get wiped off the guy’s face when Jaehyun confirmed he was the hotel owner. Although once he was gone your legs gave out, Jaehyun quickly grabbed you and sat you down.
“I’m guessing he wasn’t a nice escort.”
“Yeah… sorry to put you on the spot like that…”
“Well, you weren’t lying. We did have dinner plans, unconfirmed, but existent.”
“True, thank you.”
“Of course. Although I’m not so sure dinner is a good idea.”
“Probably… rain check?”
“Or, we can have something brought to my room. I promise the room service isn’t bad.”
“I believe you… that’s probably better, I do owe you for the favor.”
“Don’t think of it that way. We’re just two friends enjoying a meal. Come on, I’ll help you up.”
“Thanks.”
You could walk on your own, but the nerves were still winding down, so you were kinda slow. Jaehyun didn’t have a problem with it, walking at your pace, and making sure you were alright with dinner. If you rather return to your room he’d take you. It was nice, but you didn’t really want to be alone that night. Of course you went up to the penthouse suite, seeing how much bigger Jaehyun’s room was. One could easily live in comfort here.
“Your place is nice.”
“Thank you.”
Jaehyun got you a menu and let you pick something out, placing the call as well. His room had a nice skyline view that you sat down to enjoy, watching the city grow dark and then light up. Jaehyun did ask again if you were alright given your earlier encounter, and you assured him you were fine, at least now you were. When the food arrived he went to answer the door, bringing in the cart and setting out the plates. He wasn’t wrong, the food in the hotel was good, and he of course ordered some wine, something to help you with the nerves. After eating the two of you were just staring out into the night, mindlessly talking.
“So, let me guess, you have some top chef in your kitchen?”
“Not some big name, but the people in my kitchen are passionate about what they do.”
“You’re a lot kinder than I would have imagined.”
“Is that so?”
“Sorry, I don’t mean that to sound weird or anything. A lot of people in your position wouldn’t be as hands on or caring as you are. It’s nice to see someone with a good heart.”
“You flatter me.”
“It’s true. I honestly thought you were a bit of a creep, hanging around the bar all alone, but now that I know you better, I see why you do it.”
“Sorry for giving you the wrong impression.”
“That’s on me for making assumptions. I’m glad I was wrong.”
“Me too.”
The wine had certainly mellowed you out a bit, and with the way you were talking, it only felt natural to lean in for a kiss. Of course everything could have fallen apart in that moment, but instead Jaehyun seemed to share in your emotions, leaning in to kiss you back. It started soft and gentle, both of you hesitant, but since neither of you backed away, things only got deeper. Jaehyun leaned in closer, taking the glass from your hand and setting it down. He was pushing you down on the couch, slowly moving on top of you. After a moment you placed your hands on his chest, and he immediately stopped.
“What’s wrong?”
“Uh… are… are you sure this is okay?”
Jaehyun chuckled. “You kissed me first, but I would like to continue.”
“Okay… sorry… just checking…”
“Nothing wrong with that. How about we move to the bedroom?”
You didn’t really answer, just shyly nodding your head. Jaehyun pressed a chaste kiss against your cheek and got off you, picking you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. Just as expected, the room was luxurious, and the sheets beneath you were so soft. Jaehyun took his shirt off before leaning back in for a kiss. His hands trailed down your body, moving slowly and softly as he began to undress you. One piece after the other came off, exposing you to his touch. Soon enough Jaehyun began pressing his lips against any piece of flesh he could, leaving a trail as he moved around. He eventually moved you further up on the bed to lay down, properly undressing himself and climbing on top of you. His lips trailed along your neck, hands along your chest, reaching to massage your breasts and tease your nipples. You started moaning in his ear, encouraging him to keep going and to do more.
“Y/n…”
“Hm?”
“We need a safe word.”
“Safe word?” You grabbed Jaehyun’s face, meeting his gaze. “What are you gonna do?”
“Worship you… but I need to know when you’d truly want me to stop… unless you don’t even want to start…”
“No, no, I do… uh… how about dandelion?”
“I like that.”
With your permission Jaehyun continued, leaving you curious as to what he had in mind that needed a safe word. It excited you, making you all the more eager. As Jaehyun’s hands trailed down he got to your thigh, messaging them and spreading them apart. His fingers ran along your core, teasing you gently.
“You’re wet, that’s good.”
He was only a tease for a bit before pushing a finger inside, sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. He moved slowly and with patience you couldn’t stand, but he didn’t want to hurt. He told you to be patient and enjoy yourself as he’d take care of everything. You did as he asked, gently rocking your hips to get more, glad when he added a second digit, going in deeper and finding that sweet spot. He happily rubbed against it and watched your face contour in pleasure. Every sound that slipped out passed your lips were a delight. When he had added a third finger, really stretching you out, a whine escaped you. It wasn’t enough, but you still had to wait, your pleas being silenced by his lips.
“If you ever want me to stop, use your safe word.”
“Okay.”
You were at Jaehyun’s mercy, your body being teased until he declared you ready. He pushed your legs apart as much as he could without hurting you, positing himself. You felt something big and slimy rubbing against your entrance. Before you could even beg you felt Jaehyun pushing himself into you. Just as slow as his fingers, he moved inside you inch by inch, letting you feel every piece of him. You thought maybe he’d break you, but when he got to the base he let you adjust, making sure you were alright. This was certainly a new experience for you as you’ve never been with someone this big before. He clearly knew this too as he was still such a gentleman.
“You good?”
“Yeah…”
Jaehyun loved the look on your face as you took all of him in. Once you were settled he started moving, going agonizingly slow. He’d pull out nearly all the way before going back in, building up his speed, making sure to rub against your sweet spot everytime. He was professionally breaking you down, sending wave after wave of pleasure, overwhelming your senses to only perceive the joy he brought you. Nonsense spilled from your lips as he got more aggressive, pinning both hands above your head with one arm, the other holding him steady as he rammed into you. The two of you were working up a sweat, but he was clearly still composed. Even without words, your body spoke for you, getting tense and labored breathing letting Jaehyun know you were at the edge. He was more than happy to steal a kiss from you as you reached climax, getting you to moan into his mouth.
Your walls squeezed him tightly, wanting him to reach his own high, yet he held out for longer than you thought. He kept his rhythm steady, his hot breath against your ear making you shiver. The first orgasm already tired you out and made you sensitive, but he wasn’t stopping. Before you knew it he worked you over to another one, making you cry out in pleasure and hold him tight. Only then did he finally spill his seed inside you. In the moment you both were just riding out your high, hips shaking as you tried to milk him for everything he had, and he was more than eager to give it to you. Although as the fog of climax settled down you realized what you had done.
“Fuck… Jaehyun, I’m not on the pill…”
“It’s okay.” Jaehyun breathed. “You can take something in the morning. It’s better this way.”
“If you say so… fuck, two and one… you’ve got stamina and self control.”
“I’m far from done with you.”
“Hm?”
Jaehyun had stayed on top of you, inside you, as you both caught your breath. You were tired out, expecting more of a break, but Jaehyun started moving again. That initial thrust made your eyes roll to the back of your head, not entirely sure you could take another orgasm. Still, you didn’t use the safe word, trusting Jaehyun. He was tired too, but this gave him new energy, and his rather desperate thrusts wrung another climax out of you, making you hold him tightly, your hands digging into his back. You felt so hot and messy, growing limp in Jaehyun’s arms. He held you as you came back down to reality. You thought maybe it was over, just Jaehyun was still rocking into you, just enough to keep you dangling on the edge. He kept at it until he achieved his own orgasm, stealing a kiss from you once more.
“You’re so good for me, baby.”
“You too…”
You hadn’t gone this long before, but you didn’t mind. He was really the best you had ever had, and then he was at it again. You could feel him growing hard inside of you, gently moving his hips to move around all his seed. You didn’t know how he still had the energy, but he was likely very excited to have you if he was getting hard again so quickly. All you could do was surrender yourself to him, letting him drag another orgasm out of you, and then another until they blurred together. It got to a point that even if you wanted to stop, to use the safe word, you were too fucked out to form any words. Perhaps he knew that all along. You tried to grab onto Jaehyun, to speak, but your head was swimming with pleasure. Your vision was starting to fade a bit, eyelashes fluttering as you tried to stay awake.
“It’s alright, darling.” Jaehyun cooed. “I’ll take care of everything.”
Jaehyun watched you shut your eyes, body releasing any last bit of tension. He had tired you out, but he wasn’t done yet. With you unconscious beneath him Jaehyun took a moment to simply admire your body, hands trailing along your form, lingering around your belly. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips and he leaned down to kiss the area.
“Perfect.”
Jaehyun managed a few more rounds with you, even if you weren’t fully awake. He had to be sure you were filled to the brim, that way the possibility of impregnating you was higher. Only once he felt he had done enough did he leave you to rest, not entirely worried about the overflow or you getting up. You wouldn’t be able to leave him anytime soon. He went off to clean up, leaving you to rest in the bedroom and soak up all his love he had left you with. He picked up the remains of dinner, setting the cart outside and then making a call.
“Hello?”
“I’m going to need you to check out the guest in 2146 tomorrow morning.”
“I presume they’ll be in your care now?”
“Just take care of the details.”
“Of course, can I get you anything else?”
“I am going to need some sugar pills.”
“I’ll get some for you right away.”
“Thank you.”
Jaehyun finished up his glass of wine, staring out into the night before returning to the bedroom. You were still asleep, too tired to be getting up anytime soon. He cleaned you up a bit, making sure you were comfortable. Afterwards he laid by your side, keeping a hand on your belly, rubbing it gently.
johnny loves to finger you and when he’s fucked you through your second or was it third orgasm? you just squirt before you can even realise what’s happening, you soak his white shirt and you legs are trembling with the pleasure. he removes his finger from your dripping cunt and smirks.
“my baby couldn’t hold it in?”
jaehyun
he’s fucking you in front of a mirror. his long thick length side in and out of your tight cunt whilst he rubs circles on your bud. when he feels you slouch against his figure, he speeds up his finger movements and you yelp. you fight the urge of your legs wanting to give in and suddenly the gush of the clear fluid splashes the mirror and you gasp from the pleasure and shock.
“oh, wow. i- did i make you do that?”
haechan
he just s m i r k s. “did you just-just squirt?” you cover your face in embarrassment and he teases you, making you feel flustered. you turnover to lay on your side, closing your legs and haechan leans over you, sliding his hand over your lower abdomen.
“that was so fucking sexy.”
taeyong
you’ve got a vibrator pressed against your clit as you make out with the boy, you free hand intertwined in his hair. you feel it build it up, your chest begin to heavy with the pleasure balling up in your lower abdomen and you refuse to come so quickly. you resist the urge to orgasm. when you finally allow yourself to come undone but you don’t expect yourself to ejaculate like you do, soaking your underwear and leggings. taeyong’s jaw is slack as he watches closely as you moan loudly, legs wrapping around the toy, determine to draw out the sweet pleasure.
mark
you’re straddling him, riding his cock when you just happen to squirt on his bare torso and for a moment you don’t dare to meet his gaze but he himself would be more embarrassed than you would be. he made you do that? you check his face turn red and chuckle an apology.
“ah, don’t worry. i’ve just, never seen a girl do this.”
taeyong was the pool maintenance boy your husband hired a couple of months ago. he’s always working late and you’re busy doing housework, so he decided to hire someone to get the pool job out your hair. taeyong would come for about four hours to work. he would always greet you with the biggest smile, his hand holding yours in a handshake longer than it should.
taeyong was handsome. no more than handsome, like a sculpted greek god. your eyes always wondered to the window to see what he was doing. the way his sleeves were rolled up on his biceps, unintentionally flexing as he worked on the generator. or the way the sweat would stick to his damp forehead. what really got you was how his white polo would get wet and stick to the molding of his abs. when you starred at taeyong your legs would close together.
one day while taeyong was cleaning the pool, you decided to lounge outside and get some sun. you wore the tiniest pink bikini, leaving little to no imagination to your naked body. taeyong would look at you every chance he could, admiring you from a far.
suddenly, you felt a shadow blocking the sunlight. when you open your eyes, you see taeyong standing above you.
“sorry to bother you mrs. y/n, but could you help me with something in the pool house?” taeyong asked, his eyes looking at your breasts more than your face. when you agreed, he held his hand out and you took it, allowing him to walk you to the little shed all the way in the back of your yard. when you arrived inside, taeyong shut the door closed and turned towards you.
“did you need help carrying something?” you ask, clueless of what is about to occur.
“did you wear this for me?” taeyong asks stepping closer to you. you were speechless. “i know you did, but i wanna hear you say it.” he kept coming closer and closer until your noses were basically touching.
“yes, i wore it for you.” you replied. taeyong then took his right hand and played with the strap of your top, causing you to hold your breath.
once those words left your mouth, taeyong made his move. he started kissing you slowly, incase you were to back out. but when you picked up the pace, there was no holding back. the kiss was rough yet passionate at the same time as you both were savoring this long awaited moment. taeyong lifted you up with ease and placed you on a random box. your hands pulled up his shirt, rubbing your fingers against his abs. taeyong pulled away to pull his shirt off, you drooled over his 6 pack abs that you always dreamed about.
his mouth was then back on yours, his tongue dominated your mouth as you tried to conceal your moans. he pulled the string of your top, freeing your breasts. his lips latched on to your neck and then down to your left breast, his tongue swirling around the bud as his other hand played with your right nipple.
“taeyong i need more, touch me please.”
you felt taeyong smirk against your nipple. he immediately unbuckled the belt on his shorts, you saw the print of his cock begging to be released from his boxers. you palmed him through his boxers, causing him to let out curses and grunts. impatient, you pulled his cock out and almost started drooling. he was big, bigger than your husband you bet.
“your husband ever treat you like the slut you are?” you shook your head. you backed up so he could have more room. taeyong’s lips went back on yours as he pulled your bikini bottoms to the side, your juices practically dripping all over his fingers.
his tip teases your entrance, whines leaving your mouth. however taeyong is impatient man himself, so he plunges into you without warning. the noises that filled your pool house were loud and filthy. your moans and his grunts were getting louder and louder as you both reached your climax.
“taeyong i’m gonna cum!” you spill out. your hands digging into his back that’s definitely marked up.
“cum then baby, and let me hear you, don’t hold back.”
and you did not hold back as your moans we’re even louder than before. your pussy was pulsing around taeyong’s cock, like you were begging for him to go deeper into you. the sounds of your wetness pounding against taeyong’s skin and the noises he was making sent him over the moon. taeyong pulled out and came on your stomach, his eyebrows pushing together as he came.
you both stayed there a while, trying to catch your breaths. taeyong helped you wipe his cum off your body and tie your top for you. the tension in the pool house was thicker than ever before. you both decided to leave at separate times, just in case someone was there. when you made it to the door, you turned around to see taeyong who was already getting another hard on from starring at your ass.
“come early tomorrow and maybe i’ll reward you.” before he could respond, you walked out and made your way back to the house.
this was apart of my “porn scenes nct 127 members would star in” that i never completed. i only finished 3/8 members so i think ill just post those individually as drabbles. taeyong’s was first (obv) lmk what you think!
likes and reblogs are appreciated! not grammar/spelling checked :3
I haven't been here for a long time, first of all I hope you are well🫶🏻
and I was wondering if you have any idea which nct127 members will be secret pervs. like members who play the role of sweet friends and have completely different things in their inner world
yuta :33 i don't think he hides the fact he's a perv but he's manipulative about it! you're so oblivious to it all and he just can't get enough of it. he'd do stuff like looking under your short skirts when you bend down or get out of the car, grope your thighs just because he feels like it and slap your ass to see you turn around with a scowl on your face >< you're just friends he keeps reassuring you, he's just a very touchy person, that's all... and you believe him. you think it's normal for friends to be close like that, if yuta wants to have his hands all over your thighs, then so be it—but it's to a point he convinces you that friends take care of each other and they make the other feel good when they need it...
when he asks you to use your mouth on him, you're confused because that's not what you thought he meant by 'taking care of each other'... you reluctantly accept, not wanting to disappoint him and fail him as a friend. he needs you, you have to help him, right? and when you do, he's like the least gentle ever :/ makes you choke around him and drool all over yourself, but he tells you how good you make him feel and how proud he is of you. and then the next day he's so sweet, paying for your lunch, picking you up from work, saying how pretty you look and how lucky he is to have you.
taeyong is sooo shameful about being a perv, but he can't help it around you. it's so obvious that he wants to be more than friends :c he always looks at you like he craves a taste of you, and he quite literally does so, imagining all the ways he could eat your pussy and make you cry his name. he barely sleeps at night because he's always thinking about you, jerking off before going to sleep and still waking up with a boner. each time he wishes you were there to help him, but the thoughts are just not enough... he also gets terribly hard at the smell of you :3 he hides his boner, trying to act cool, but it's clear that something's bothering him. he wants to die right here when you discover the stiff bulge in his pants, what if you think he's a huge pervert and don't want to speak to him ever again? but this must be taeyong's lucky day because instead of being turned off by him, you decide to help him.
now haechan's the evilest and he enjoys it so much. you think he's the sweetest when in reality he's just taking any opportunity to touch you and cuddle you. everyone thinks your relationship is very weird because what do you mean you're only friends? but you swear to them that nothing's happening between you two and haechan agrees! you let him do practically anything and you're too naive to realize your friend's just taking advantage of you. when he comes over, you let him sleep beside you and you're dumb if you think he never does anything inappropriate...
jungwoo is a perv too, but he's too horny to keep it a secret :c
imagining riding haechan and hearing his voice get higher as you become more rough with your movements while he slowly reaches his orgasm. he’s sooo whiny when he feels your pussy clench around him ;( he loves when you use him as a toy to chase your own high
Preview: Life had been moving smoothly. Managing to watch from afar as random people dealt with complications at your menacing hands. Disturbing their peace only to calm your crave for destruction.
That was until the day you met Johnny.
Johnny Suh. The first book cover you wished to not have judged so quickly. He would turn out to be your hardest lesson yet.
Pairing: single dad Johnny x female reader
Word Count: 15k+
Genre: dilf AU with a twist, daddy issues, pwp, aged up Johnny(35), reader is younger/legal, M/F, mild angst-happy ending, this gets very filthy
Smut Warning: dom/sub relationship(no negotiation), nicknames, daddy kink, size kink, strength kink, spanking, mild degradation, handcuffs, sex toy use, rough oral, fingering, biting, a lot of drool, rimming, anal, subspace, breeding, cock warming, aftercare, 💘johnny💘
a/n: plot partially inspired by Ghost World, but this is really nothing similar to that story.
Whether it be pure boredom or depression, you had no excuse for your shit behavior. Ultimately being a ‘good’ person was opinion based. That’s what you repeated to yourself whenever your moral conscience kicked in. Shoving aside whatever common sense you should have by now.
You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover either. You also shouldn’t base opinions off of anyone’s appearance. You should have some depth, a shallow inside will gain you nothing.
Not that you cared.
Advice heard from various lips throughout your life. Strangers, friends, family. Who cares what they think anyway.
Your mother was one of the first to call you an ‘ungrateful brat’ after you’d lovingly referred to her new boyfriend as a ‘fucking monster’. As much as it stung at first, words only made you grow hard with time. More difficult to deal with, losing the last bits of emotional depth you’d carried from naive childhood.
Life had become an empty journey. Waking up only to continue an act of survival. Amusing yourself with petty childish tricks and games. It had been a fine coping mechanism. Enough to get by, using new ways to pick on others to distract from any negative thoughts.
Life had been moving smoothly for the most part otherwise. Managing to watch from afar as random people dealt with complications at your menacing hands. Disturbing their peace only to calm your crave for destruction.
That was until the day you met Johnny.
Johnny Suh. A man who made you wish you had listened up whenever being scolded. He would turn out to be your hardest lesson yet.
Desperately seeking a connection: I can’t believe I am doing this right now but..yesterday I ran into you at the grocery store. I was the tall bookish fella wearing a knitted brown cardigan.
You were the beautiful striking brunette searching through a recipe on your phone. We bumped into each other and your jaw dropped in awe of my height. I could be all wrong but I felt something? Perhaps it was just me, but I would love to take you out sometime and get to know each other. Maybe we could cook up a new recipe together. If you happen to see this my phone number is xxx-xxx-xxxx
-Johnny, your aisle prince able to reach for ingredients on the top shelf.
“Aisle prince? More like a pathetic loser.” You laugh to your friend. Folding the newspaper in half after reciting the personal ads of the day. “A brown knit cardigan? The only connection she was probably feeling was static.”
“He sounds like a real winner.” Your friend rolls her eyes. Her fingers tap along the moist glass containing a half melted milkshake. Having forced her to try out a new diner in your small town. Grand openings are rare in a place full of mom and pop shops. She was annoyed enough as is, mentioning something about job applications.
“What if I…” you smile mischievously, swiping open your phone. Newspaper rustling in your other hand as you shake it open to find the ad again. Beginning to type the phone number this Johnny had added in all too excited. Phone snatched from your hold before you can finish.
“What are you doing?!” She gasps, locking the device. Her brows scrunching together half annoyed, half in disbelief.
“Calling this dude up.” You scoff as if it’s so obvious. Adding more feminine pitch to your voice. “Get this losers hopes up that his long lost soulmate somehow stumbled upon this pathetic ad. It’s me, your grocery aisle princess, come to claim my throne.”
“Why?” She rolls her eyes letting you steal your phone back with no fight.
“Can’t you tell?” You fake shock, deadpanning within a second. “I’m bored.”
“Great, that’s just great.” She scoffs. Snapping fingers at a waiter with a curly haired mullet. “Check! Please!”
“Shhh!” You shove her hand down, waving the waiter off. “It’s ringing!”
“Hang up!” She hisses. Swatting her grubby hands away, you take a deep breath preparing to pounce.
“Hello?” A gentle deep voice halts your tiff. Choking on a wad of saliva as you shoot up straight. Raising your index finger to shush your friend, you breathe out softly.
“Hello? My grocery aisle prince? Is that you my darling?” You respond with a honey laced tone. Wanting the man on the other end to picture a dainty brunette, twirling hair around a finger like some brainless bimbo.
“I— excuse me? Oh!” He sounds gleeful, full of life. Exuberant in comparison to the soft way he answered. “Oh gosh. My striking brunette?”
His laugh resounds throughout your phone's speaker. It’s silly, damn near pathetic. Pacing yourself to match his excitement, you compliment him for the ad.
“It must be fate, my prince charming finally found me.” You let out a dreamy sigh. Pinching your friend after she slaps at your arm, mouthing to ‘hang up’. “Gosh! I’d love to meet with you today. Are you perhaps free right now? Maybe we could catch a meal together. There’s a new diner just opened downtown, I'm dying to try!”
“I just received a flyer for that spot the other day. Hmm.” Rustling follows, he falls silent for a minute. “My daughters on a playdate for the evening. It must be fate, my schedule is even clear tonight. I’d too love to spend some time getting to know each other, maybe over a cup of coffee?”
“That sounds lovely Johnny. Meet you there in an hour?” You beam, rolling your eyes. He agrees, ending the call with a ‘can’t wait to see you’.
It takes no more than an hour for the bells above the entrance to chime. Having to double take when a man ducks his way inside.
“Oh my God, that must be him.” You whisper. Slinking lower into the booth as you peer at a tall man step inside with hesitation.
A brown cardigan hung lamely on his broad shoulders. Faded and tattered from years of wear. His hair is straight, stopping just mid-neck. He’s stood there awkwardly for a bit, glancing around the diner. Pushing at the center of the glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose.
He’s squinting for about a minute, pretending to focus on the menu between flittering his gaze around for a familiar face. Peeping at his watch, he walks to the counter.
“He looks..” you trail off. Strands of hair fall around his face as he reads over the menu up close. His mouth tweaks side to side hollowing out the skin under his cheekbones. Further jutted out pronouncing how angular his face is. He’s not what you would expect from the personal ad at all.
“He looks like any random desperate single dad.” Your friend continues for you. Her lips purse, nose scrunching as if she’s annoyed. Annoyed that you dragged her into another one of these immature ventures. “He could be your dad.”
“That’s not funny.” You hiss. Scooting near the edge of the booth to take in the rest of his appearance. Faded ill-fitting corduroy slacks, visible brown socks to match his cardigan…patterned with some orange and creme design, loafers scuffed up at the toe. This guys helpless..
“Stare any harder and he’ll get suspicious you know.” Your friend grips you elbow, hauling you closer to her side of the booth. Opening up a compact mirror to get a good sneaking visual on your target. “He’s ordering.”
“A vanilla milkshake..” you snort. The waiter sets down a foamy caloric sugary concoction before him. Johnny stirring the cream on top with the end of a straw. He looks around again, hunching down to lick it off. “Who in their right mind orders a vanilla milkshake?”
“This is so cruel.” Your friend pipes up after 40 minutes have gone by. Johnny never sips at his drink. He more so plays with it, scooping small bits to lick off the straw until it's melted too much.
“How long do you think he’ll sit there?” You ponder out loud. Grateful you’d remembered to block your number as he picks up his phone, more disappointed each time.
“Don’t know but I can’t hang around to find out.” Your friend moves to stand. Shoving the newspaper at your chest. “Promise me you’ll at least look at the job listings? We need to put down a deposit on a place before summer ends.”
“Yeah yeah.” You sigh tired of this subject, waving goodbye. Job this, job that. All this whining just to move 5 miles away, because ‘we’re adults now, you can’t seriously expect any privacy living with your mom still.’ Whatever.
You ask for another refill on your lemonade, the waiters brow growing heavy. Looking at you and then the giant clock hung on the wall. Your brow lifts his direction, sipping at your drink with a daring look. As if he’d say anything.
Johnny finally gives up by hour three. One long sip through his straw to finish off what his milkshake has become.
Standing up with a stretch, cracking his neck side to side. A wound tight fist clenched by his hip bounces off a pocket that jingles. Probably carrying car keys, change or something.
With your face ducked hiding half behind a row of empty glasses, you watch him walk out. Defeated in many ways. As if he just sat berating himself for the past few hours.
Broken people always intrigued you. Wondering to yourself how dedicated he could be to this facade. What made him tick, what hurt him the most. How he held out even longer than an hour, his pride had to be nonexistent.
You make your exit, glaring at the waiter who clearly just wanted this shift to end. Newspaper snuggly fitted under your arm.
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Johnny sitting alone at the diner counter weighed on your mind heavily the next day. Waking up, stirring honey in your tea as flashes of brown yarny fabric itched at the backs of your eyes.
It’s not that you felt bad, no not that..
Even after a long hot shower, spending extra time rinsing your skin until it feels tender and raw, the image of him sucking down the last bits of milkshake tapped at your skull.
Perhaps it was guilt more than anything? To witness the hope drain from his cheeks. Optimism crushed the longer he sat there. Neck craning toward the opening entrance less and less.
The clear grit of his teeth as he pushed away from the counter. Furiously filled out the receipt for the one vanilla milkshake he nursed over the span of three hours.
Cheeks twitched at the corners of his mouth, concealing a sigh. A painting of melancholy, yearning for more. The memory burrowed between your breasts, pestering you to rectify the situation you’d created.
Mumbling to yourself ‘I don’t care’, you reach for the paper. Curious to read his message again. Repeat the words over and over. Design a personality for this Johnny guy.
With a lick at your index finger, you flip open the paper, distracted by the job ads your friend had circled through. No doubt she intended for you to see them
Babysitter needed:
Summertime babysitter needed for my 7 year old daughter. Must be available to work Monday-Friday from 8 am to 4 pm. Pay starting at $15 hourly but willing to negotiate.
Please reach me at xxx-xxx-xxxx if interested in applying -Johnny Suh
Johnny Suh? The phone number matches the one sitting in your recent call history. Man, this Johnny guy needs to meet the worldwide web.
Although, your friend was bitching about how you needed to look for a job if you planned to live with her next semester..
A dial tone blares from your phone before you realize, snapping you back to reality.
“Hello?”
It’s him. The same voice repeated in your mind for the past 24 hours, like a song you couldn’t find the will to skip. Each word engraving itself repeatedly. You’d recognize it by the sound of his breath alone.
Clearing your throat, you sit up pressing the phone to your ear. Remembering to not alter your voice in any way- “Hi! I..I saw your ad, for a babysitter! Johnny Suh?”
“Oh! Yes, that’s me. Hello! Perfect timing, I just began interviews today actually. I’m sort of in a crunch for time.”
“That’s great! I’d love to uhm, do that!” You smack your forehead too hard. Sounding over eager enough to feel queasy, maybe due to the mysterious voice passing through your phone line.
Johnny covered a few more questions, setting up a time for you to come by tomorrow along with his address. God, you’d be in his house…what the hell were you doing.
“Does that sound good?” He asks. Nodding your head until he hums, still waiting.
“No yea, that’s— that’s perfect.” You swallow dryly. Clenching your buttcheeks nervously. How stupid could you be? Very.
“Great! I will be seeing you then.” Johnny sounds pleasant. Wishing you a great day before hanging up.
Tomorrow..
Your eyes dart over the address scribbled on the notepad in front of you. Why wait for tomorrow? Would it be so wrong to go scope out where he lives ahead of time? Possibly catch a glimpse of him?
He’d be none the wiser..
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It’s not hard to spot Johnny once you’ve parked across the street from his house. Far enough to go unnoticed, just close enough to catch a glimpse of him stepping out in that same brown cardigan he’d worn to the diner. He’s not alone this time, slouching down on one side as he walks along the sidewalk to a small park nearby.
A little girl with two expertly braided pigtails skips next to him. Her small fingers intertwined around two of his, keeping up with the mans pace easily as she took two steps with each skip to avoid the cracks on the ground.
This close up everything about him screamed lonesome single dad as you watched him approach the park. His mouth moved instructing the child to stay within an area where he could see her. Taking a seat on an emptied bench nearby, he pulls out a book from his pocket. Ankle crossed over his thigh as he settles down.
Denial buzzed around your thoughts. Grasping at emptiness for a logical explanation as to why you sat here watching Johnny finishing off what looks like three chapters. Occasionally pausing to wave at his daughter and offer her water.
There was something to the way Johnny sat there hunched over. Removing his glasses and cleaning them off with his cardigan. Shaking his hair away whenever the light early summer breeze blew it to obscure his vision.
The longer you sat observing him, the more you imagined walking over to sit by his side. Silently enjoy his company as the sun goes down.
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The roots of Johnny’s medium toned brown hair show signs of greying. Shorter strands stand straight manipulated by static. Without his glasses on, the lines around the corners of his eyes are amplified. Creasing as he smiles at you from across. Folding his hands on the table, he speaks with a pacifying vocal tone. One you’d use to communicate with a child.
“So, why babysitting?” Johnny straightens up in the cushioned dining room seat. Beginning the interview in a minimalistic, yet expensive looking dining room. Your throat dried up from the moment he’d greeted you at the door and brought you inside to begin discussing the babysitting job.
“I love kids!” You lie a bit too enthusiastically, unfamiliar with how most children even behave. The last time you’d interacted with kids was middle school..when you were also a child. “and I need to save up some money before college starts back up. I’m moving out with a friend soon to live closer to campus. I think this could really be my calling..for now.”
Johnny snorts softly at your answer. Charmed by your honesty. Jotting down notes quietly, making your legs shake against each other nervously.
“I’m teaching summer classes. Typically my daughter, Aera, is in school while I work. I’m rushing around a bit right now to find her a sitter and most of the candidates haven’t had an open schedule. Everything seems to check out with you though.” He takes a look over the resume you spent last night typing up. Including the information of referrals he’d asked for.
Johnny nods scanning your accolades. “Would you be able to work Monday through Friday? Usually 8am until 4pm, but my days can turn hectic easily. You may need to stay longer hours.”
“I think that’s perfect actually!” You nod eagerly. Johnny standing up and asking you to come with him to the living room.
“Is this Aera?” You ask upon spotting the same little girl from the day prior. She couldn’t be any older than 7 years. Seated on the floor with her back against the couch paying the two of you no mind. Completely engulfed by the tv screen.
“That’s my little princess.” Johnny folds his arms. Teeth on full display with a large smile. The hollows of his cheeks wrinkling deeper with prideful emotion taking over.
Following the childs line of sight, you bounce up happily with surprise. “Oh wow, Sailor Moon? I had no idea kids still watched this. My favorite show of all time.”
“Oh really? Aera loves Sailor Moon, she had me scouring the internet for weeks in search of properly subbed DVDs.” Johnny says. Pointing at the organized stacked collection of each season.
“That’s it then!” You squat down to meet Johnny’s daughter's level. “Can you believe I have a big white ball of fur at home named Artemis?”
Aera gasps excitedly, finally distracted from the episode playing. Sitting up suddenly more interested in you than the show. “What, really? I want to see!”
Whipping your phone out, you quickly get comfortable next to her, opening up an album full of nothing but photos and videos of your cat. A white persian male kitten that indeed responds to the name Artemis in each video.
“Oooh you need to get a girl cat with black fur and name her Luna!” She squeals. Pouting a frown. “Dad won’t let me! I’m allergic.”
“Aw what? Well you’re right then. I do need to find his Luna.”
“Ah, Aera, where are your manners? Introduce yourself properly to our guest like I taught you.” Johnny reprimands sweetly. His daughter responds with a boxy smile and hushed apology. Turning back to face you with her hand outstretched in greeting.
The two of you exchange names briefly. Falling back into conversation swimmingly. Aera chatters on happily, asking if you’ve seen any of the Frozen movies yet. Picking up a freshly washed Olaf stuffy laying by her side that Johnny seemed to keep in tip-top shape for her.
“We have to watch them together!” She exclaims. “Elsa is the second prettiest of all the princesses.”
It goes on like this for the next hour or so. Aera informing you that her father spends hours on youtube watching hair braiding tutorials to make sure her french braid is exceptional- to the point that her fellow classmates envy her and ask for tips on how to improve theirs. She expects you to do the same in his absence, of course.
“I think Aera likes you.” Johnny hands over a contract he’s drawn up to work over the next 7 weeks as his daughter's babysitter. Without giving the pay much of a second thought, you sign without question. Ready to start as soon as he wishes.
“My summer school courses begin tomorrow.” Johnny lets you know. “This is really helping me more than you know. Aera’s grandmother lives over an hour away. I had already began packing an overnight bag to take her over lat—“
“I’ll be here at 8am sharp then.” You interrupt. Clasping your hands together after handing him back the contract.
“That’s wonderful, seriously I can’t thank you enough for doing this on such short notice.” He glows as he smiles down at you. Chin pointed ahead. “Follow me, I’ll walk you out.”
Johnny leads you to the front of the house. Going over how far you live, if you’d be needing any assistance getting home. Convincing him a 10 minute walk cut down when you take the bus to 5 minutes would be no hassle. You stop and face him before leaving.
“This is probably too personal, but you mentioned Aera’s grandmother?” You quietly ask. Stepping out onto the front porch. “Is her mother not around?”
Johnny sighs, rubbing his palms together. Anxiously tipping back on his heels. “We divorced after Aera was born. Her mother suffered from heavy postpartum depression. She didn’t find herself fit to raise a child.”
“Oh my God Mr. Suh, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” You apologize profusely. Johnny fast to reassure you with his hands held up to let him continue.
“It’s okay, because I couldn’t love Aera more. She’s my entire world. My little princess. I’m willing to sacrifice anything for her.” His eyes sparkle, comforting you as he speaks with pure love. Remembering just yesterday how he spent hours at the park with his daughter. Too exhausted yourself to wait for them to leave. Johnny didn’t even seem affected by the long evening.
“That’s really amazing.” You chime in, flitting a look past him inside the house where Aera sits enjoying her time. Living the life of a happy child all thanks to her father. “My dad was never in the picture, personally.” You share in return. Feeling the need to even out the personal information.
Johnny seems surprised by your admission. Apologizing under his breath.
“It’s nice to see a single dad taking care of his daughter like this.” You continue. Acknowledging Johnny with a finger in his direction. “I can tell you’re a good father.”
“Ah..I try to do my best.” he blushes, rubbing at his nape shyly. Waving you off as he reaches for the door handle. “See you tomorrow then?”
“Yup. First day!”
Johnny smiles widely again. Mid-day sun enhances his soft brown eyes. Sparkling vibrantly as he says goodbye and tells you to get home safe.
Resting butterfly wings come to life on your walk home. Crashing against your ribcage with visions of rosy cheeks and pools of honey passing through your mind.
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“I hope I’m just like Princess Serena when I grow up.” Aera twirls around. Following along with the same movements Sailor Moon displays on the tv. Her dress lifts magically, assisted by the powerful blow of air conditioning. Johnny blasting the A/C as you ran up to the house just in time with beads of sweat on your forehead.
“Of course you will be!” You perk up. Crawling around on your knees to gather all of her toys from the living room floor. “Princess Aera is destined to be even more beautiful, at least that's what my kitten Artemis told me last night.”
Aera lets out a cute gasp of shock, clasping her hands together as she continues to dance around lost in her daydream.
Johnny’s watching you two from the dining room with the most endearing smile. Having gotten out of classes earlier today, just in time to find his daughter coloring your eyelids with cheap non-toxic glitter glue. He huffs a light chuckle as you approach lugging a bag of Barbie dolls. Pointing to his head with a nod at yours.
“Princess play today?” He asks.
“Huh?” You scramble reaching for the plastic tiara tangled in your messy hair after hours of hanging out with Aera. Today had indeed been ‘the two princesses from other realms meeting for the first time only to discover they’re sisters’. She has quite the large imagination you’d learned within the first few hours alone.
“One of my Aera’s favorites. I’ve let her watch too many Barbie films. Now picture me prancing around with one arm in one of those plastic frilly pink dresses. I’m not allowed to play the prince, obviously. The prince must be handsome, is what Aera says.” Johny laughs. Gently sweeping the fallen strands away from your face once you finally manage to detangle the tiara trapped in the largest knot.
“But you are very handsome!” You blurt out. Mortification fills your chest, turning to look away only to nestle into Johnny’s palm. It’s soft and calloused, warm yet rough. Maintained with lotion to avoid cracking skin, but beat up from years of labor around the house. It feels like.. Johnny. What Johnny would feel like based on his looks. “I.. sorry.”
His thumb grazes your cheekbone before you make an attempt to move. “I suppose I’m not handsome enough to be a prince.”
“I..I don’t think so..” your throat quivers. Eyes snapping to look over Johnny’s relaxed face. Realizing you’ve been caressing his palm for far too long now. His thumb continues to stroke your cheekbone. Other hand reaching toward the plastic crown still caught up in a couple of tendrils.
Touch drifting away from your heated up skin to focus on detangling the rest of your hair without pulling. He hums, brushing the tips of his fingers through your strands to ebb away frizz. Clearly practiced as he barely tugs on your scalp.
“You’re both right. I am no fairytale prince.” Johnny nods. The corners of his eyelids drooped down a hint.
“Huh? No, that’s not what I meant, Mr. Suh! I mean, like you are handsome. You’re very attractive!” You splutter. Forcing your teeth to grit together and form a smile despite embarrassment draining down to your fingertips.
He grins, playing with loose strands of hair near your ear. Brushing them back to reveal more of your face.
“Thank You…princess.” Johnny blinks slowly, dropping his hand away as if you’ve just burned him. Taking a step back away from you. He picks up a book from the dining table, using it to point toward his home office. Clearing his throat, he moves to leave. “I’ll be reading for a bit while you’re still here.”
“Oh? What are you reading?” You ask curiously to deter from the awkward moment. Peaking at the hardcover in his hand as you chew your lower lip to suppress any wild reaction to the nickname.
“The Rules Of Attraction.” He taps the book. “I decided to take it upon myself to do a summer reading list with my class. While they’re stuck reading George Orwell and To Kill A Mockingbird again, I’m taking the Bret Easton Ellis route.”
“Oh!” Your fingers snap at the mention of the author. “Less Than Zero!”
Johnny seems taken aback. Cradling the novel to his chest to converse with you more comfortably. “You’ve read it?”
“One of my favorites.” You boast proudly. “His first published work I believe?”
“Now, I have to ask, why is that one of your favorites?”
“I guess the alienation from everything around him. The overall distraught, downward spiral, isolation..” you try to recall. Shrugging, nodding to the book he holds “Let me know how you like that one. I was planning on starting American Psycho next.”
Johnny smiles apprehensively, an intrigued gleam in his gaze as he watches you. “I bet your English teachers loved you.”
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It had become quite tiresome to even attempt flirting with Johnny. He knew how to shoot you down in the most asinine way. Too dumb to even realize what he was doing. You couldn’t feel offended by his lack of pursuit. Afterall, he never failed to remind you of your age difference. Treating you more like a second child than a potential love interest.
Grumbling to yourself, you clean up the mess you made with Aera today. Johnny prepares dinner for the two of them in the kitchen before you leave for the evening. The phone rings, pausing both of your ministrations.
“I’ll grab it!” You shout, popping up to scramble toward the houseline. Johnny jogs from the kitchen with a ‘got it!’. The two of you crash together before either of you reach the phone. Beeping as it goes to voicemail. Johnny’s arm loops around your waist to control the collision. The both of you watching the machine as a woman’s voice permeates.
‘I suppose I have called at a bad time. I happened to find an ad in the paper today. Maybe it was destiny.. my grocery aisle prince was looking for me afterall it se—‘
Johnny nearly topples you over as he reaches to shut off the device. Anger overtaking his features, scrambling to hit the delete button.
“What are you doing! Stop!” You panic. Wrapping around his large forearm with both of your hands in an attempt to make him move. Johnny hits to erase the message as you fail to even make him budge.
Lifting a brow, he eyes over the position you’ve landed in. Clinging onto him like a monkey hung on a tree branch.
“What’s going on?” He asks. Directed at the implication behind your actions.
“Why..” you stutter, licking at the roof of your mouth dryly. “Why did you delete that?!”
Johnny waves it off, removing you off his arm. He dusts off his shirt that wrinkled in the process. “It’s just some stupid kid looking for a laugh. Don’t worry about it.”
“But!” You stammer. Pointing at the machine. “Don’t you have caller ID?! You need to call her back! She sounded interested in.. I don’t know! A date?”
Johnny watches you try to come up with an explanation. Hands on his hips and brows twisted together confused.
“Trust me, it’s nothing serious.” He brushes it off again. “Some silly kids trying to get a rise out of an old man like me is all.”
Your shoulders fall, lost for words to come up with. Built up guilt clawing at your insides. Reminded of how you have only added to shattering Johnny’s confidence. May as well be carrying a hammer for him to know what type of awful person you are.
“You think I need to date that badly huh?” Johnny speaks up, breaking your inner turmoil eating away at you. He shrugs, a lackluster expression taking over his handsome face. “I can’t relate to 99% of humanity, honestly. Dating is hopeless for me.”
“I can’t relate to humanity much either..” you agree. Discouraged as you try to make him feel better. “But, I don’t think it’s completely hopeless?”
Johnny forces a smile, for your sake only. Patting your arm before returning to the kitchen.
“That makes one of us.”
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Johnny’s rushing home again. Meetings after class had ended up extending his stay to much later in the evening than usual. He texts you numerous apologies adding in that you deserve a bonus for putting up with him.
If only he knew the type of bonus you were determined to get.
“Thank you for staying late. I’m sorry about that, I didn’t realize this meeting would run so long.” Johnny says breathlessly. The front door slamming shut behind him as he rips off his coat. Handsome as ever wearing a tucked in collared button down. Tie hanging loose on his neck with the first few buttons undone while sitting in traffic. His spine cracking loudly with a stretch and slump.
“Oh, no worries. It happens.”
“You’re not walking home, right?” He asks, concerned. Giving the window a double take for you to see how dark it is.
“I just walk a couple of blocks to the station. My cars in the shop, a busted headlight.” You shrug. Gathering your belongings. Johnny’s tongue clicks soundly, his keys jingling.
“I can’t let you walk home this late, it’s way too dark outside. I won’t be able to rest peacefully.” Johnny retorts.
“Oh no worries Mr. Suh” you ward him off with a wave of your hand. “I walk home late all the time. This isn’t exactly an area known for high crime rate.”
“Nonsense. It’s not safe for a beautiful young girl to walk alone at night.” Johnny lifts his arms shooing you toward the front door to exit. “I won’t take no for an answer. You texted me that Aera’s all tuckered out and sleeping. I won’t be long, you live pretty close right?”
Coming to a halt near the door you cock a brow his way. Tuning out any words after the subtle compliment passed from his lips. Adjusting the strap of your bag nervously, you turn to face him- “..beautiful?”
Johnny stiffens a bit, now bypassing your question as he pulls on his coat again.
“Of course.” He forces a tight lipped smile. Shaking his keys out of habit with another nod toward the front door.
You follow after him, shuffling faster to catch up to his long stride. Johnny able to move faster on such long legs. He reaches to open the passenger door for you, stopped by the brush of your fingers along his wrist.
“You think..do you really think I’m beautiful?” You ask him with more confidence. Time is fleeting as days spent taking care of Aera lack Johnny’s presence. Leaving you craving for more time with him, coming up with excuses to clean or help him cook up dinner when he’s too tired after work. Confidence could quickly turn to desperation, with Johnny’s summer semester ending soon. What use would he have for you then?
With his lips pursed together, he opens the car door despite your figure blocking the way. Unlocking it, left only a crack open.
“Look at you.” Johnny trails off. Gaze darting over your face lit up by dim street lamps. Shadows of tree branches and leaves passing with the wind. His chest pounds, having to take deep breaths to cool the tingle traveling down to his guts. “You know you’re stunning. I’m sure your boyfriend reminds you every time he sees you.”
“I don’t..” you grimace, confessing something your best friend pestered you about enough. “I’ve never really had a boyfriend.”
“What?” He takes a step back. One foot on the sidewalk curb as the other sets down on the street near his car's tire. His face dawned an actual look of surprise. “Never?”
“I’m not..” you start, anxiously shifting foot to foot. “I’m not inexperienced. I just haven’t found someone who.. I feel a connection to… At least I hadn’t.”
Johnny averts his eyes, adamant to avoid addressing your last sentence. “It takes time. Don’t worry about it. You will find someone who..” he huffs, thinking over his advice. “There is someone out there for all of us. Figure out what you really want first. It all starts with you.. maybe you don’t know what you’re looking for yet?”
“I guess.. I want someone who sees my demons and plays with them instead of running away in fear.” You mutter, mostly under your breath. Blinking away the rush of moisture gathering at your lashes. “I’m tired of feeling like I’m stuck in some never ending horror movie with no hope to escape.”
“No one’s perfect.” Johnny speaks softly. His voice sounds fresh out of the dryer like a fuzzy blanket draped over your shoulders. Wrapping you with comfort, advice only one who has been through more than enough can provide. “You have to let people in. Maybe you’re the one running.”
Tilting your chin up, you take in Johnny’s creased skin. Lifting your thumb to smooth away the lines etched deeper than usual beneath the pools of honey permanently ingrained in your dreams these days. Evidence of how tired he is after hours spent with teenagers. He moves barely, just enough to let you know he likes it. Lazed eyelids falling shut for longer than a second to enjoy the full experience of your tracing thumb.
“Would you?“ You question wearily. Drawing a path down the bridge of his nose to the space just above the jut of his curved out upper lip.
Johnny swallows, long neck doing nothing to hide the bounce of his Adams apple. Flicking his gaze to lock on yours, he circles your wrist. Pausing you just as you’re about to stroke the ridge of his lip. “You shouldn’t do this. Not with me.”
“and why not?” You do your best to restrict the petulant whine wishing to escape. Jerking your gaze away from his mouth to scowl at him.
“You’re just so young..” Johnny hesitates. Having to bite down on the back sides of his tongue. He sets your arms down, letting out a tired sigh. “and I’m..an old man with a kid. You can do better than me.”
“I’m not! And I’m old enough to know what I want! I’m an adult!” You boldly state. Ripping free of his loose hold. “Johnny..I—“
“Mr. Suh.” Johnny is quick to correct you. Fitting you with a pointed stare, hard enough to weaken you on the spot. He shakes his head with a hard swallow. “Listen, it’s late. It’s been a long day for both of us I’m sure. Get in the car okay? Your mother is probably worried.”
Making the quick decision to not put up a fight you get in the car. The short ride home is stiff, silent. Distracted by picking at your nails to ignore the sense of crushing weight on your shoulders. Johnny seems no better, opening and shutting his mouth as if he has no clue what to say from here.
He parks nearby your apartment complex letting you direct him. Old car engine rumbling through the humid summer night air. Releasing your seatbelt, you angle your torso to face him.
“I’m sorry.” You grieve. Throat lodged tight with nerves as you go on. “I’m just so sick of everything and everyone lately. Most days, it feels like you’re the only person I look forward to seeing anymore.”
Johnny’s long fingers drum against the steering wheel. Gripping it before he turns to look at you. His drowsy features even more drained after the quiet awkward drive.
“This will pass. You’ve been around me more than you have been around guys your age these days. Once you start school again, you’ll see.” He explains. A glint of pain passing his pupils as they shake.
“Why can’t I just do what I want?” You ask him, defeated. Maybe Johnny had a point.
He seemingly struggles momentarily. Licking his lips as they part open once again, stopping himself from saying more. With a slump of his shoulders and his forehead wrinkling down the middle he answers you with another question- “What do you want?”
Leaning forward, you grab onto the divider between your seats. Cocking your head to the side almost submissively. Johnny’s breath audibly catching at the action. Watery eyes watching the nervous twitch his nose gives. “Don’t you like me?”
Johnny doesn’t make any moves to reply. Lost in a trance as he stares at you. Focused on the way your lips pout as you ask him something he can’t find in himself to answer.
The small voice willing you to do better in your mind kicks and screams. Breaking free of the binds keeping you in place shouting out ‘fuck it!’. You surge forward with a jolt of renewed motivation. Lips landing firmly on Johnny’s plump ones. Softer than a cloud, more of a dream than you’d even imagined.
His resistance melts faster than burning candle wax. Easing into the pillowy texture of your inviting mouth. He kisses like a man starved, deprived of this intimate touch for far too long. Front teeth clicking against yours at first as he practices to find a comfortable placement. The tip of his nose squished into the crevice of yours moving to deepen the kiss.
Sharing short breaths of air, you both attack each other's lips. Johnny effortlessly takes over control, maneuvering you to the way his neck leans in. Adjusting yours to arch back as you gasp, suffocating under his powerful lips. His bottom lip slips between yours. Too easy to nibble at the plump smooth flesh. A groan emitting from deep in his throat when you bite down.
He pulls away abruptly. Mouth reddened and swollen already from your passionate kissing. Lower lip hanging numbly as he catches his breath with a dazed wide-eyed look.
Focused on your hormones raging, you inch closer for more- “Johnn—“
“No!” He blows out fearfully. Interrupting you and dodging your touch with a swift turn of his upper half. Fast to grip onto the steering wheel again, his hands tremble. “Please. Please get out of the car.”
“It’s okay, Johnn—“
“Please.” His tone softens. Eyelashes fanning his cheeks staring down at his lap. Shame washing across him the more you make him ask.
As much as it hurts to open the car door and exit. You respect his wishes with a silent goodbye. Anticipating a call the next day that your services would no longer be needed.
It made no sense to you why Johnny refused to let you in. ‘Look at you.’ He said with such conviction, probably only to stop your delusions from creating fantasies that Johnny Suh could possibly find anything special about you.
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The call never came, not even a text message. Johnny continued to let you babysit. Aera none the wiser that you lusted after her father. He managed to avoid you over the next few weeks. Probably buying time until your contract ends with no plan to extend you for extra help.
While Aera napped you cleaned up around the dining room table. Collecting the mess of markers and colored pencils scattered everywhere after four hours of trying to replicate the Negaverse off stills from google image search.
With only 5 days left before Johnny’s last days of summer school you felt like a zombie. Neglecting your friends' messages and pestering phone calls. Turning your ringer off and swiping away any notifications. It’s not as if any of them would be from Johnny.
He wouldn’t be home for another hour. The only time you did happen to catch a glance of him as he spared you no more than a nod on your way out. Not even greeting you to open any potential conversation.
Other than watching over Aera, you only saved energy to recall details about this summer. From the first time you had seen Johnny at the diner, to watching him with his daughter at the park. All of it collected in your binder behind the personal ad and babysitting ad you had cut out to save along with your memories.
Even wandering throughout the upstairs as she napped somedays to end up inside of Johnny’s bedroom. As wrong as you knew it was, you couldn’t contain yourself. Snooping around through his drawers in hopes of finding something incriminating. He just seemed too perfect to be real. Even his dirty clothes hamper smelled amazing, because yes, of course you picked up his shirt from the day before to sniff while rolling around in his bed. The blankets and pillows crisp as if a hotel maid had come in and fixed up his entire bedroom every morning.
Nothing about this man signaled red flags. Even as you sat on your knees picking at a locked door in his bedroom with a bobby pin. It had to be an extra closet or something. Maybe a depraved sex dungeon to protect his wholesome image. Ever curious, you had to find out what was in there.
With a curse after your fifth failed attempt you leave the door alone. Escaping with a small rug burn on your cheek from trying to get a peek inside through the crack between the floor and door. It was no use, whatever that room led to was clearly none of your business.
That didn’t alter how perfect Johnny came off. Waking up at the crack of dawn while Aera visited lala land to get in an early workout. He was always scented of soap, fully dressed and nursing the last sips of morning coffee when you arrived to babysit. Beaming with white teeth and his hair slicked back, he levitated past you each morning like a vision straight out of a dream.
Johnny would be hard to move on from. It didn’t help that he only made it easier by doing everything to avoid further interactions with you. The message was loud and clear. That’s why they call it a crush, right? because it hurts like a bitch.
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Mr. Suh- ‘Aera’s friend is having a slumber party tonight for her Birthday and water park adventure tomorrow. I’ve left a key under the front doormat. I won’t be home until late due to final gradings. If you could please lock up on your way out and return the key where I’ve left it, much appreciated. Thank you.’
Johnny’s text message is straight to the point. No personalization behind it. Clear cut, if he wanted more, he’d do something about it.
Once Aera was all set in the backseat of her friend’s mother's van, you waved her goodbye from the sidewalk. Staring at the house you’d grown comfortable in over the last couple of months. It felt bittersweet as the imminent ending approached. Aera would go back to school soon, and Johnny’s schedule would return to normal without having to worry over who would watch his daughter while he worked.
With no rush to head home and return to your reality of a negligent mother harassing you to move out, you settle down on the couch. Flipping through the channels you didn’t have at home in search of something to watch for the next hour.
Johnny wouldn’t be home for some time. Figuring there was no point in not kicking off your shoes and relaxing for a bit. Finally spending your summer vacation doing what you should have been: absolutely nothing productive.
“Shit!” You shoot up from the couch. Scrambling to pick up wrappers of snacks you’d been munching on while catching up on Euphoria when you realized Johnny has an HBO subscription. The garage door shuts noisily, cursing under your breath as you trip over your discarded shoes. You shove the trash inside your purse. Sitting up and grabbing your belongings as fast as possible.
“Hello?” It’s Johnny. Of course. Who else would it be. Footsteps make way inside, stopping as they enter the main entrance near the dining room. Planning your escape, you glance toward the backyard, patting your bag as you tiptoe over. The realization that you never grabbed your phone and binder from the dining table impales you like a high speed truck.
“Fuck!” You mentally hiss. Left with no choice but to reveal yourself to the owner of the house
Johnny’s scowling as you enter the room. Holding open your binder to the page that has his newspaper ad glued. Circled with red sharpie from the day you first read it and decided to prank him. He looks up, landing on your surprised face with fury overtaking him.
“What is this?” He sounds rageful, holding up the page to you. “Why do you have this? How..why! Why would you have this!?”
“Johnny, I can explain!” You fret, speeding to get closer to him. The binder gets torn away from your fingertips as you reach for it. Johnny ripping through the pages you’ve written your private thoughts in over the past 7 weeks. Darting over words confessing your unyielding crush, the mean joke that led you to him. The photo you snuck from an album of him for keepsake.
“Are you..” Johnny’s bewildered. Eyes bulging from his sockets, glaring at you with a hint of scare. “Are you stalking me?”
“Johnny, no! It’s not that..”
“Stop calling me that!” He yells deeply. Voice booming out hard enough to make you cower into yourself. Timidly finding purchase in the wall behind you. “What is this! Huh?! What type of sick fucking joke are you playing here? You think I didn’t see you lurking around in my bedroom?!”
Your jaw drops, confused. Mortified when his words piece together. Johnny nods. “I have hidden cameras all over. You really think I’d so easily trust a stranger to watch my child in my house?”
“I can explain, Mr. Suh!” You cry, tears rushing out uncontrollably. Displaying your palms in an act of surrender. Johnny’s head drops back from the disbelief, rubbing his face harshly. “Please please! Let me explain please!”
“Right now. Start talking.”
Taking a big round of sniffles you inhale to fill your lungs. Pressed to the wall as tremors roll up your limbs intensely. Digging the edge of your palms under your eyes, you cover your face, croaking as you begin. “I called you from the personal ad. To meet at the diner. I shouldn’t have done that, and I regret it! I was bored.. and stupid! So stupid! I wasn’t thinking about how much it could hurt you. I’m sorry, Mr. Suh! I’m so sorry.”
“Why would you do this?! and then apply to babysit my daughter? What’s wrong with you!” Johnny’s livid as he shouts. Every vein bulges out of his neck. The ones tracing up the sides of his forehead pulsating rapidly. He throws your binder aside, crashing as it lands hard enough for the spine to break.
“Because I like you!” You cry harder, an ugly cry at this point. Arms flailing as you raise your voice to get in a word. “I like you so much!”
Overwhelmed by the amount of emotions consuming you, your knees buckle. Collapsing forward until your nose smashes between Johnny’s chest. He stiffens, sighing. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he reaches his other arm around your waist to hold you in place.
“You like me?” Johnny scoffs. Upper lip curling in to quill his temper. “You like me.. so you made a plan to hurt me? For no reason?”
“I’m sorry.” You wail. Ruining Johnny’s work shirt with your damp cheeks. Swallowing down wads of snot clogging your nose with a cough. “I’m so sorry. I was wrong, I’m an idiot. I really just wanted to know you. I like you so much Johnny..”
He lets out a drawn out sigh. His arm drops from your waist making you fall to your knees. Standing straight, he looms large above you. Neck long, glaring down at you with hooded eyelids. The tip of his tongue drags between his lips. An annoyed sound clicking inside his throat.
He pinches your chin between thumb and index finger, jerking your neck to arch back and look up at him. Nostrils flared in outrage, he nods. Turning your face side to side taking in your pathetic distraught appearance.
“You like me, so you stalk me? Is that it?”
“No!” You cough, doing your best to sit up. Clutching at his thighs for assistance. “I started to like you! Once I saw you with Aera. After I got to know you more.. you’re such a good father. You make me feel..” you mumble off, embarrassed. Unsure how much more humiliating this entire ordeal could get. “Valued. Self worth. You’re..comforting.”
Johnny doesn’t seem to react. His mouth is tight, continuing to watch the quiver of your lower lip. “Why would you have any interest in me? Except as an amusing cranky curiosity.”
“I think..” you trail off. Recalling everything Johnny’s taught you in a short amount of time. New music, recipes, books.. that you had more reason to take care of yourself than you’d thought. “you’re really cool. I guess, I wish.. I wish I’d had a father like you growing up. You’re so understanding and protective, but willing to learn.”
Johnny cups your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the tears that won’t stop. Pitifully analyzing your bloodshot swollen eyes. He scoops under your arms lifting you to stand, still only reaching him at chest level.
“You just want someone to understand you, don’t you?” Johnny sounds calmed. Brushing hair behind your ear as he has many times before. Comforting enough to dip your face into his palm seeking after more of his gentle touch. “For someone to play with your demons, not run away for once.”
You stare up amazed, grabbing onto his chest for more help to keep yourself steady. Johnny bends his knees to meet you at a closer eye level. His voice lowering to a whisper- “You think you can handle my demons? Will you run away from them like the others before?”
Before you can shake your head ‘no’, Johnny’s lifting you off your feet and making way to the couch. He spins you fast, almost tipping over if not for his sturdy arms snaking around your waist. Back flush against his chest as he sits you down on his lap.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Johnny’s lips smear down your wet cheek. Licking up the tears that have tracked down past your collar, melting between your breasts. The dry tears staining your cheeks beneath fresh spills. His palms cup around your inner thighs spreading you open over his lap. Ass nestled right against his hardening groin. Gasping in his face as it nudges your bottom. Thick and heavy where it buries against your panty covered ass. “Just wanted someone to make you forget how fucked up you are.”
“N-no..” you stutter, turning to dig your nose into his cheek. Eyes falling shut blinking away another rush of hot tears. “You. Wanted you only. Wanted you to take everything away. To.. take care of me.”
“And what do you need me to take care of first?” Johnny queries. Angling his face to rub his nose along yours. One hand smoothing up to cup around your covered mound. His palm meeting moistened cotton, landing with a sound of wetness. A hot rush of embarrassment attempts to pry your legs shut. Johnny letting out a snarky sound of dismay, rolling tender skin at the top of your inner thigh between his thumb and index finger. Just enough to sting and threaten a harsher pinch with his short nails if you go against him.
“Joh—..” you hiss, trembling back into his chest. Pelvic pushing forward to meet the edge of his palm.
“Nuh-uh-uh.” He tuts. Burying his palm to your mound with more strength. His forearm flexes large, thick enough between your thighs to leave your mouth gaping in awe. “Answer me properly.”
Blinking up, you gaze at his glittering sleek eyes. A concentrated studying look staring down at you. Even seated Johnny’s neck craned high above yours. Engulfing your frame with his mass size to make you feel even smaller, helpless. Eager to give yourself over to him. Picturing Johnny lifting you up only to break you. Squeezing you down to a crumbled mess of dust between his long fingers. Make you forget pain that won’t disappear no matter how hard you try to erase it.
“Take care of me..all of me?” You whisper. Cheeks scorching as the question passes from your lips. Voice feeble and pathetic, clouded as it passes from one ear out of the other. Swallowing when Johnny leans in even closer. Licking up another batch of tears flowing freely.
“Will you be good for me, princess?” He lilts sweetly. Lips grazing yours as he uses the nickname. Capturing the gasped breath he knew you’d let out. “Will you be a good girl for daddy?”
His question slackens your jaw. The hinges deteriorate as your mouth hangs open. Johnny nudging your nose again with a ‘hmm?’
“Will you be the best girl for daddy?” He asks with more emphasis. Rubbing a firm circle over your panties. Clit trapped just underneath, swelling up needily.
“Yes..I’ll do anything.” You beg. Johnny clicking his tongue.
“Anything? Anything for who?”
Blinking your matted wet eyelashes, you swallow. Gulping loudly, vocal chords quivering- “Daddy. Anything for daddy.”
Johnny lets out a hushed satisfied sound. Ripping your drenched underwear to the side, you bite back a hiss. Skin cut by the elastic resisting his fierce pull. Sucking in his upper lip with concentration, he drags up and down your folds gathering the absurd amount of arousal. Loud squelch echoing when two fingers glide in past your entrance.
“Oh..you’re so tight.” He groans, dipping down to the first knuckle. Eyelashes fluttering against your cheek with an elated sigh. “How am I going to fit inside this little hole princess?”
His hips grind up beneath you. Cock swelling up as you roll down circling against him. Needy to feel him without layers separating you.
“Are you gonna fuck me?” You ask, hopeful. Sharing sloppy kisses between moans as Johnny’s digits scissor inside of you. Concerned you wouldn’t actually be able to fit his thick cock.
“Is that what you want?” He tuts, palming your clit for extra stimulation. Stretching your walls open with years of practice behind him.
“Please? Want you so much.” You keen. Flushing at how easily you’re willing to beg for it. At this point if Johnny asked you to get on your knees and pant like a dog, you would.
He nods against your nose, intent to make you cum before you move on to explore more. Rapidly speeding up the fingers spearing inside of you until you’re a trembling mess. The room filled by the sound of your wet cunt jerked around, splashing with each smack of his palm.
Arching against his chest, you huff noisily. A coil spiraling up from beneath your bellybutton to your chest until it spills over. Falling apart on Johnny’s hand, pulling out as you cum to watch the arousal dribble out of your clenching hole. Earning a slap over your mound as you soak through his trousers.
He sighs under you, having to stop himself from cumming in his pants to your cute whiny moans. Getting up, he pushes your underwear off to be forgotten in the living room.
“Come with me angel.” Johnny takes your hands gently. Stepping back until he notices your ankles wobbling.
“Daddy?” You question dumbly. Swooped off your feet for Johnny to carry you up the stairs. He kisses you in response, setting you down on your feet in the hallway with an arm secured around your hips.
Johnny tugs your garments off with ease. Left behind at the entrance of his bedroom as he proceeds to carry you further inside.
“You wanted to find out what was inside of here so badly didn’t you?” Johnny inquires cockily. Keeping a firm hold around your waist. He pushes in one of the keys he constantly seemed to have on hand jingling on him into the door's lock. Flicking on the lights upon entering with a kick to click the door shut behind you. The room fills with a low red light. Most still shadowed by black obscuring your sight further.
It’s another bedroom. Taking a quick confused glance, you spot a wall adorned with various whips and chains. Johnny’s lips press to your ear dragging you over to a bed placed in the middle. “Have you ever played with demons like this before?”
He sets you on the king size bed, knees sinking in as you stare up at him lost. Still reeling from your orgasm, you wobble having to hunch forward to grab onto the bedding. He stands tall and broad above you, keeping you placate with a fixated gaze. Untying the loop holding his tie together. He unbuttons his shirt with no urgency. Torturing you to watch him longer as saliva gathers around your tongue.
“Tell me what you want.” He commands, speaking to you with flattened demand. Overwhelmed by an urge to please him, you do your best to sit up on jittery knees grabbing his belt buckle.
“Can I, please? Pretty please?” You beg shamelessly. Looping his belt free like a gift you’re dying to unwrap.
“Didn’t you ask me— ‘why can’t I just do what I want?’” Johnny lilts. Nodding for you to continue. “When you ask nicely like that, how can I say no?”
Johnny appears blurred as you look up through your lashes. Blinking and turning away when his belt clatters to the floor. His large palm cups the back of your head, jerking your neck to face him.
“Don’t look away when I ask you a question.” He latches onto tufts of your hair, twisting your neck to bend back more. “Now, tell me what you want.”
“You..” gasping for air, your ears ring. The sound of your panting driving you mad. Chest heavy with desire to feel every dip and curve of Johnny’s figure.
“What was that now?”
He sounds cloudy, mixing with the heavy hard to swallow air clogging up the room. Suffocating you from inside out in a haze of lust. With another jerk of your head, his palm splays across the front of your neck, squeezing dangerously.
“Y-you..you daddy.” You choke, Johnny constricting your throat roughly making it more difficult to speak. “Want daddy’s cock. P-please.”
The hand cutting off your air flow loosens, fingers trailing to your shiny lower lip, tugging your mouth open hard. Tongue hanging out in reaction. Johnny shoves four fingers in abruptly, prompting you to gag around him. Thrusting back until he meets your tonsils. Drool dribbles out rapidly, coating his wrist.
“Where do you want daddy’s cock baby?” Johnny asks with a push on the back of your tongue. Coughing around his digits until your face heats up, pushing a new batch of tears to trickle down past your jaw. “Want it in your pretty little mouth? I don’t think you can handle it.”
Squirming your thighs together for some relief, you jolt up shaking your head. Gurgling around his long fingers filling your mouth. Clamping your lips around him with your best effort to suck, using your tongue as a form of pleading.
“Good girl.” Johnny hums. Slipping the spit covered digits free, he smears them around your face. The mascara you’ve half cried off fully destroyed as he sweeps across your eyelids. “I’ll give you what you want for being so obedient.”
Wiping the residue of your bodily fluids away on his slacks, Johnny straightens out. Long legs leading up to his hips right in front of your wrecked face. He nods down. “It’s all yours.”
Catching your breath, you suck down the drool permeating from the corners of your lips. Shaky hands reach for the button of his pants, mentally cursing over how unstable you feel. Biting down on your lip as Johnny’s black briefs come into view. This close he’s warm beneath your touch. Dick fully chubbed up stretching the material over him painfully.
Intimidated by his massive size, you reach inside timidly. The girth hot and wide in your hand, too thick for your fingers to even meet around. Johnny pushes his briefs lower, adjusting your head to watch. Cock and balls unveiled as he pulls down his boxers underneath.
“I-I..I..d-don’t know..” you stammer. Licking your dried lips nervously. Johnny’s size sits weighted in your palm, straining your wrist as you give him an experimental stroke. Precum globs out, coating the fat tip of his cock. Swiping a thumb across the slit to collect some for extra glide.
Johnny grunts with disappointment. “I told you that you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
With a huff you scoot closer until your knees meet the edge of the mattress. Tongue lolling out like a thirsty pet willing to lap up anything your owner gives you. Johnny encourages you with a gentle pat to your crown. His stance widened to give you more room.
Giving him a tentative lick, Johnny directs you to suck in the tip. Cockhead pushing past your lips enough to crack the skin more. Hollowing your cheeks, your lips curl in to not bite down. Rewarded with a pleased groan and tightened grip on your hair.
“That’s it, pretty baby.” Johnny breathes through his nose sliding in deeper. Satisfied by how stretched your lips look around him, reaching just down past half of his length. Gagging furiously as he sinks in further, cock nestling in near complete minus a couple of inches.
“Be a good girl, take all of daddy’s cock baby.” Johnny grits. Adding praises for how good you’re taking him. Your hands seek purchase on his hips struggling to breathe. “Relax for me princess. You’re doing so so good.”
Yanking your head back for a better glide, he fucks in and out starting to build up a good enough rhythm. Burying in until your nose is pressed to the smooth skin around the base of his length. A rumbled moan sores out of Johnny’s chest. Wet and filthy as he thrust in until you’re whining around his size. Thighs rubbing together the more drool spills down to your chest. Ready to cry for him to fuck your hole harder than this.
Pulling out abruptly to catch himself from cumming too fast, Johnny prods his length against the hollow of your cheek. Copious amounts of saliva trailing after him, strings of it still attached to his glistening spit coated cock.
“You wanna swallow baby?” He asks you, gripping your hair tighter. Scalp stinging from the hold now.
Your tongue drops out in reply. Johnny mutters a string of curses. Grabbing his shaft to smear the precum still leaking from the tip on your upper lip. All swollen and glossy now, filthy just how he likes it.
Opening your jaw up wider until it hurts, you still gag as he presses into the base. Balls land against your chin hot and sticky with your spit. Johnny moving to cradle the back of your skull with both hands. He fucks in faster. All sound except you choking around his cock muted as his pace quickens nearing release.
“Fuck baby, exactly like that. Yes fuck, mouth made to take my cock.” Pushing your head down, Johnny keeps you held in place. Screaming between clenched teeth as the first spurt of cum hits the back of your throat.
He pulls out to the tip giving himself one tug, spilling partially on your tongue. The excess drips down your chin and neck. Groaning as his stomach sucks in pulling out the rest of his climax. Swallowing down the extra curse words trying to pass from his lips. He chooses to regain his composure with deep breaths.
Licking over your lips, you think he even tastes perfect. Good enough to beg for seconds. Beginning to daydream of spending hours with his cock lodged down your throat unable to move. Maybe Johnny would even pinch your nose until you couldn’t breathe, if you asked nicely.
“Did I do a good job daddy?” You cough, searching for a compliment. Johnny’s lip curls up in a half-smile.
“Better than good, you’re perfection. Are you ready for more?” He questions, thumbing the rest of his cum off your chin inside of your mouth for you to swallow. You nod, throat too sore to reply.
Taking a step back, he unbuttons the rest of his shirt. Falling off with his shoved away bottoms. Johnny’s big, all over. Your eyes jump around taking him in, gulping in disbelief. Under those layers of stiff work attire he’d hidden a body trained daily. Muscles etched to perfection even with time. Only bulking up more over the years. Biceps flexing with a simple movement of his fingers.
“Like what you see?” He smirks, content with the hungry gaze fixated on him. Leaning down, he cups your thighs dropping you to lay flat on your back. Draping your calves on the expanse of his broad defined shoulders. Johnny’s size lays on your stomach. Balls pressed to your cunt as he admires your abdomen twitching in excitement under him. Dick capping just just above your navel. Petting the skin over it, he grins. Prepared to fill your insides up until your cervix recognizes him by shape.
“You’re..big. So big..” you shudder. Reaching to drag the tips of your fingers between the lines of his abdominal muscles. Swiping over defined pecs, Johnny trembles at the contact to his nipples.
“Look how wet you still are, after everything.” He claps a palm on your inner thigh. Booming loud and wet. Dripped down to the backs of your knees while you sucked him off. Johnny seems impressed, licking your arousal off. “Your pussy still needs more of me, right baby?”
You nod too fast, neck cracking embarrassingly. Johnny’s grin never falters, knees bending as he pushes forward pressing the fronts of your thighs to your chest. Constricted under his mass size, folding you in half. His upper lip folds in, concentrated on his cock thrusting between your folds. Cursing under his breath at your wetness flowing down to his sack.
“Grab onto me.” Johnny grits out. His arms snake around your waist hauling you up with him as he stands. Sinking down on his length completely stuffed full. His hips circle letting you really feel his cock carving out a space inside of you.
“Fuck..” you whimper, obsessed with feeling up his contracting arm muscles. Shoulders too large to even grasp in your hands. Your head spins, Johnny setting a brutal pace. Thighs rippled from squatting and thrusting up. “S-so big..big big..”
“Go for it baby, Come on!” Johnny’s slamming your smaller body up and down on his length without slowing. Neck veins bursting as he shouts. Cunt squeezing out spurts of slick with each pointed delivered glide of his cock. With your fingers squeezing at his bicep you bite down. Sucking on the flexed pronounced muscle until it blossoms red inside your bites. Gnawing and lapping up the area between your choked moans.
Johnny’s sweat drips fast and heavy. Hair soaked falling around his face. His chest glistening like oils being rubbed in to enhance his hard work.
Growling through gritted teeth, his cock drills into faster. The room filled with sounds of skin slapping together incessantly. Johnny’s thighs burn, shouting as he drops on top of you back on the bed. Hips never stopping, he fucks with extra force. Cock twitching as another release steadily approaches.
Each thrust rearranges your insides, rolling your eyes to the backs of your sockets. You cum aggressively. Clutched around his length too hard, Johnny has to stutter to a stop. Whining as he tries to pull out, cock slapping over your mound shooting white ropes up to your breasts. His face contorting from the strong climax hitting him full force.
He falls to your side trying to catch his breath. Body unreal under the red lights and glow of sweat. Turning to your side you pinch at your markings left behind on his arm proudly. Fiending to leave more, on his thighs, hip indentations, the slender dip of his waist.
Calming down, Johnny turns to look at you. Tickling down your messy cum covered stomach to rub your clit. You hiss pushing back into the bed.
“Sensitive..”
He looks down, your eyes following to where he’s still hard. Lifting a brow blown away by the amount of stamina he has.
Biting your lip, you place his fingers lower. Tight hole fluttering on contact. His mouth parts with surprise, sitting up excited. He moves you into a more comfortable position. Avoiding the wet spots you’ve left behind on the bedding.
Johnny doesn’t hesitate to place your thighs on his shoulders. Laying on his stomach to tongue at your rim. He slurps and licks your hole urging it to open up for him. Tongue prodding and dipping in until you’ve relaxed enough to let him ease a way in.
Able to wiggle inside now he sounds obscene. Sucking up the saliva that pools down to your ass. Pulling out he spits, rubbing two fingers in a circle around your rim. Twitching as he teases you to relax and open up more for him.
“You sure about this?” He asks with a kiss to your rim. Lips gently pouting into it.
“Please, stop holding back.” You whine, grabbing your cheeks to hold yourself open more for him. Johnny groans diving back in, laving your hole until it’s pulsing. Body asking him to get inside. “God..please Joh—“
Johnny sits up, brow lifted clenching his jaw. “What was that?”
“I…” a finger shoves in before you can come up with an excuse. Johnny thrusting in and out of your tight hole watching as you contract around him, picturing his cock in place.
“Who are you asking to stop holding back now princess?” He asks again. A seriousness behind each word. Adding another finger to start stretching your rim open. You writhe down, staring at him apologetically.
“Daddy…I meant to say daddy.”
“Mmm, I’ll let it pass this time.” Johnny feigns annoyance. Brushing the tips of his fingers deep inside of you for a while until you look peaceful. Slowly drawing out, he climbs off the bed, returning with a clear small bottle of lube.
He could be mean and squeeze it directly into your hole, opting to warm up the liquid before pressing two fingers back inside of you. Stroking his cock with his other hand, making sure to evenly coat himself to make this less painful. Even if you’ve taken anyone before, there was no way they would compare to him.
Once you’re stretched out enough, seeming to enjoy the sensation. He spreads the excess lube between the crevice of your ass. Holding onto the base of his size as he positions you into a more fitting angle.
Letting your thighs rest on his hips, Johnny circles your rim. Cockhead pushing in and out experimentally. Mesmerized by the way you convulse trying to capture him with each pull out. Playing with your hole repeatedly until you make a sound, nudging his lower back with your foot. Throat rested and tired by now.
“Want me to fuck your ass full that badly don’t you?” He says, gliding in closer. Cockhead finally breaching further. Having to slow himself down to inch you lower onto his size.
It takes longer to fully accommodate him this time. Johnny having to take breaks whenever you whimper too loud. Rubbing circles on your thighs and hips with his thumbs until you relax enough to let him get in. Pelvic finally meeting your bottom after ten minutes of trying. He has to take longer breaths to cool the heat stirring in his stomach. Gripped too tight, ready to let go inside your ass before even moving.
“Calm down for me baby.” Bending over, Johnny kisses up your warm cheeks. Tired eyes admiring his patience with you. Shifting his hips slightly to give you some sense of what's to come. “The more you relax, the better it will feel.”
“I’m ready daddy.” You nod. The glisten returning to your eyes signifying more tears to come. Johnny continues to soothingly rub up and down your sides to distract you. Giving himself extra time to get used to how suffocatingly tight you feel.
Letting out a sharp exhale, Johnny eyebrows furrow. Chancing a thrust and rolling his hips down. Muscles maddeningly clench around his cock with each small movement. His teeth grind, having to pull on his hair to control himself from thrusting faster.
“Daddy please.. I can take it. I promise.” You beg him to unleash already. The familiar tears return, this time for your craving to be ruined.
Johnny can’t contain himself any longer. Bucking forward hard enough to jostle your body further up the bed. Your legs open up further to welcome him in. Pulling out longer with each thrust, he slams in harder until you’re finally loosened up. The unmistakable sound of pleasure bellows out in your long drawn out moans. Johnny takes it as a sign to move freely, holding onto your shoulders to not fuck you off the bed. His thrusts grow louder, hitting the backs of your thighs with impact.
“You’re so tight for me baby.” He pants. Thrusts picking up, lifting your lower half off the bed until he’s ramming inside your ass with nothing in the way. Johnny’s arms give out, thighs working extra hard to keep fucking you how you deserve. Toppling over he bites down on your neck with a muffled groan.
“Keep fucking me please, don’t stop. Don’t s-stop, don’t stop!” You beg suddenly. Blinking away the overwhelming high consuming you trying to focus on Johnny’s practiced thrusts. Losing the battle to a new high of pleasure, your mind blacks out. Scratching at his shoulders and chest. Another orgasm passes through you like white noise. Ears too fogged to even hear your desperate cries.
Johnny tries to hide his cry in the juncture of your neck. Unable to thrust anymore with your deadly grip on him. He finishes, cumming inside your ass, only just noticing how hard you’re tearing up. Slowly pulling out, he picks you up to sit in his lap.
“Shhh shh, calm down angel.” He luls, petting your sweat drenched hair back. “It’s okay. Daddy’s here, daddy’s going to take care of you.”
He cradles you like this for a while, losing track of the amount of time. Wiping away all the new tears that continue to river out.
“Can you talk to me baby?” He whispers. Kissing from the tip of your nose up to the space between your eyebrows. “You still with me?”
You nod silently. Mumbling apologies that Johnny shushes away. Tracing your lips with his thumb until you’re kissing back.
“Good girl. The best.”
“Want more daddy.. can you fuck me again?” You request shyly once you’ve calmed enough. Thirsting to feel Johnny splitting you open once more.
“Shh, don’t talk like that angel. Good girls only listen. Get on your knees for me.” Johnny directs you. Pointing to an area on the bed for your to move to
“Like this?” You ask with confusion. Looking at him over your shoulder as you turn to show him your backside.
“I told you to stay quiet.” He reprimands. Pushing your shoulders down until your breasts smash against the bed. With a scoff his palms smooth down your figure, tracing the dips of your waist, rounding out over your hips. Hand disappearing quickly, landing against your bottom with a snapping hit. Jostling your face deeper into the bed, you cry for more. Met with another succession of hits until your buttcheek stings. Ass rippling from the impact of each hit.
“You know what happens when you don’t listen to daddy?” Johnny asks, not expecting much of an answer. Pushing one of your wrists up closer to the headboard. Your shoulder aching under the stretch, the sound of metal clasps together around you. Tugging uselessly as he cuffs you to the bed.
Moving around behind you, he returns less than a minute later. Thin leather straps drag across your ass, tickling as they swipe between your thighs. Shining in the aftermath of your wetness and cum splattered on your thighs.
Your head shakes, unable to answer, that’s when the first hit lands. Streaking multiple shots of pain across your lower half. Johnny holds you down with one hand pushing between your shoulder blades. The flogger sounds like whips with each land on your skin. Angling it to smack right between your thighs until your cunt feels raw and swollen.
“Please daddy!”
“Please what baby?” Johnny taunts you with a coo. Focusing on bruising the backs of your thighs with hit after hit. “Hmm? Can you take more?“
“Yes yes..fuck, God yes.” You mumble brainlessly. Wrist limply jerking in the handcuffs. Johnny grunts satisfied, smoothing his cooled palms over your heated flesh. Pecking the perky rise of your ass before positioning behind you.
“Good girl. Pretty baby have one more for me?” He’s circling your sore entrance. Dipping just the tip in with the question. Nodding weakly, your hips canting back for more. “Just like that sweetie.”
Motivated by the praise, you sink back lower. Cock gliding in nearly to the brim from your overeagerness. Johnny taking the opportunity to fuck you until you’re bending hard enough for your ribs to stick out at the harsh angle. Having to bite back a shout at how deep he feels hitting you from the back like this.
“Wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks taking me princess.” Johnny sighs, rubbing your waist, shallowly thrusting. Completely open for the taking. He buries in only slowing down to drag out to the tip. Groaning as he watches his length disappear inside of you over and over again. “Everything about you is just so pretty.”
“D-don’t stop..make me c-cum again. Need y-your cum.” You think you ask, words jumbling together in your brain. Fucked out and fuzzy, unable to form coherent thoughts let alone words.
“Where do you need it baby?” Johnny grunts, cock stirring inside at a dizzying rhythmic pace. Filled to the brim by the entirety of his length making it harder to let him pull out with each inch just barely thrusting out. With your grasping at the ruined bedding, you roll your head back to gaze up. Reaching back with your free hand, you scratch at his muscles, flesh rising beneath your nails.
Johnny slaps your thigh with a held back hiss, pressing you down under his weight until the backs of your thighs ache and strain.
“Daddy please, please don’t stop..” you breathe out, lacking air under the weight locking you in position. Johnny looked more like a large blurred figure behind you now. His muscles bursting from his biceps caging your head as he leaned over you. His throatily growls, pummeling hips forward with a harsh snap.
“You gonna cum on this dick princess?“ Johnny asks, pelvic clapping against your ass hard enough to bruise.
“Yes yes yes!” You cry, kicking at the backs of his thighs. The soles of your feet clap against his skin noisily from the impact. Johnny rams into the brim with heavy pointed thrust. Pushing trapped air out of your lungs with each slam of his hips. Cunt milking at his length to get what you want. “Daddy, inside! Inside me please!”
“Come on pretty baby, need you to cum first.” Johnny orders, fingers brushing past your hip to massage your clit. Arching back to meet his thrusts wildly, you scream louder. Climax hitting you harder than the last few. It numbs your nerves, shooting through your spine. Last bits of energy you have left used to grip around the length continuing to push past your closing walls.
“God! Fuck!” Johnny growls. Forcing his engorged cock inside you to reach his release. His grunts play like music, throaty and deep, congested by his overexertion. He presses flush to your ass with one more deep thrust. Full balls snuggly locked against your sensitive clit. Shivering even more beneath him despite your orgasm passing. His weight rests over your back compressing your chest to the bed. Hips jerking as he fucks you full with another load.
You contract around him, begging for more in-spite of how exhausted you are. Johnny licking and biting over one of your shoulder bones. He hisses, finally softening inside of you. Palms pushing on the bed around your body to lift off. You reach back again, grasping at his hips with a broken ‘no!’. Throat hurting and sounding more like a worn down speaker. He stills, holding himself up behind you.
“What’s wrong baby?” Johnny coos. He sounds just as drained as you. Biceps shaking to keep his body from crushing you.
“D-don’t..” you whisper. Face turning to rest on the bed more comfortably. “Please.”
Johnny blinks, taking in your marked up flesh. The bites painted on your shoulders, on his biceps as well. He nods even though you can’t see.
“I got you angel.” He reassures with a gentle hold around your midsection. Turning your figure slowly without slipping out of your core. He adjusts the both of you onto your side. Littering kisses over the extra deep bite marks he’s left behind.
“Thank you..” you say, muffled against the bed. Johnny strokes up your side. Caccooning your frame with his legs and arms wrapped around you. Whispering praises for how good you did.
He pecks your cheek, catching the corner of your eye with another kiss. “Have to let me clean you up princess. I can’t let you fall asleep like this, okay?”
“I know daddy..” you sigh. Squirming against him. His cock twitching inside, biting back a moan behind you. “Don’t want you to move yet, please?”
“Of course angel, anything for you.”
Johnny lets you nap on his cock despite the desire to fuck you again while you’re passed out. Saving the idea for another day in favor of letting you rest. Today had been a lot for the both of you.
Even half asleep he made sure to run you a bath before you could fall asleep again. Gently cleaning all the residual spit and cum left behind before easing you into one of his t-shirts. Too drowsy to even realize he’d switched you to his actual bedroom, curled around your back. Softly rubbing your hip until you’ve fully knocked out.
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The sound of Johnny’s knuckles cracking echoes throughout his home office. Computer chair creaking with every spring as he leans back and forth. Keys tap away beneath the tips of his fingers. Mumbling to himself as he replies to messages.
“So many emails to get through today. So many test results to sort through.” Johnny sighs. Whipping off his glasses to massage the skin between his brows. It wrinkles together, gathering in folds. The tip of his tongue dragging along the bottoms of his top row of teeth. He clears his throat, settling back in the luxurious leather office chair he’s stuck to most weekends grading papers.
“Daddy?” Your tiny voice carries, buried beneath the large wooden desk before him. Dreamy eyes gaze up from between his firm spread apart thighs. Your cheek nuzzles against the slacks he’s wearing today. Snug fitting, showing off each of his leg muscles with every anxious bounce of his heel. Dressing up to entice you with professional attire. In reality he barely ever did, weekends were spent in old sweats, some even torn at the seams.
Johnny’s chin tucks in, a hint of deeper creasing in his smile lines at the sound of your raspy broken voice. The evidence of tired used vocal chords. His brow quirks enough to encourage you to continue on without having to tell you.
“I can help you?” You flash him a smile, sniffing along the inseam of his slacks. Nose creeping closer to his upper thigh. Eyes falling shut as you pick up on hints of faded fabric softener scent still clinging to the material. Johnny’s freshly washed body exuding a clean masculine scent beneath. Triggering a frenzy in your sore throat to find what he focused on cleansing the most this morning.
“and how exactly could you help me princess?” Johnny asks wolfishly. Head tilted to the side with a doting look. Swooping two fingers through your hair enough to reveal your facial profile. Finally ending to rest between his thighs where his bulge grows warm and hard under your cheek. Nestled against it as if you’re ready for bed. Cuddled up to a stuffed teddy bear, naively innocent and alluring.
“I can help you destress.” Planting a kiss on his thickening length, you blink up hopeful he’ll approve your suggestion. Lightly lapping up the shape of his girth over his crotch. Pants suffocating his dick the longer he allowed you to soak up the area.
Johnny directed you to sit on your knees while he worked. Good girls listen to their daddy, especially if they expected a reward later. He pets the top of your head lovingly. Chin perched on his knee as you studied his every move. With only 10 minutes gone by, you had already grown impatient. Denied showering together this morning in favor of checking his work email. Johnny insisted you would have time for fun after he completed a few tasks. Aera wouldn’t be home until later in the day anyway.
“You really think you’re ready to take me down your little throat again?” Johnny tsks. Neck bending to the side with a look of contemplation. “You cried so much yesterday baby. Had me worried sick.”
He lets out a dramatic disappointed sigh. Tapping the tip of your nose as you scrunch in dismay. Pushing his ass forward until your face is plastered against his groin. Cheek damp with your saliva drenching through the material. You let out a sound of puzzlement, ready to protest. Johnny’s palm encasing the back of your neck. Large enough to instill fear, igniting a shiver down your spine. A small motion to remind you of how easily he can handle you.
“It’s going to take more to get your throat trained for me. You can’t even take me halfway without gagging.” He continues. Long digits squeezing up the column of your neck. The tips pressing down on the center until you gasp. “I don’t want to hurt you angel. Maybe you aren’t ready to take daddy’s cock again.”
“I am!” You struggle to move. Blaring him with a look of sheer panic. Gripping around his upper thighs with insistence. “Please! Want to make daddy feel good. Please let me try again. I’ll do anything.”
Johnny coo’s, dragging his hand into the back of your hair. Threaded between chunks of strands to get a good hold on you. A small tug that lets your scalp feel tender for no more than a second. Your tongue hangs out thirsty, panting with a pleading gaze. Laving the sealed zipper that keeps you away from what you want, what you need.
Gnawing at his lower lip, Johnny sweeps the drool pooling down your chin with his other hand. Fingers lifting to your opened lips for you to clean it off.
“You will do anything, won’t you princess?” He questions seriously. Eyebrows lifted up as he awaits your response.
“Anything..anything for you daddy.”
Johnny’s chest rises fully satisfied by your demure wanton tone. Completely submitted to him. His thumb rubs at your bottom lip, still swollen from the abuse your mouth endured just hours ago. Reaching for his zipper handle, inching it lower with your gaze trained on each unveil of his briefs underneath.
“This is lesson one baby.”
a/n: need to add that this is not proofed, as usual.
The moment he steps into the house he knows something is different. He can smell cooking.
Since your wedding, a month earlier, you’ve spent all your time avoiding Jaehyun. He’ll usually arrive home in the late evening to find you’ve already eaten, and put food away.
Perhaps the fact that you’re cooking now, instead of earlier, is accidental.
Perhaps you had an afternoon nap, and this late dinner is just chance.
But maybe it’s for him.
Jaehyun’s heart thumps in his chest at the thought, and he walks through the house towards the kitchen.
He pauses on the threshold. It’s his own home, he should feel welcome to any room, however, for some reason he feels like maybe he’ll be intruding. With a deep breath to regain his confidence, Jaehyun moves forward, entering the kitchen slowly and quietly.
┊ᛝ┊ in which . . . when you said you didn’t have a date to your brother’s wedding, you didn’t expect to be set up with his annoying best friend.
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contains ・ mdni, brother's best friend!doyoung, he's rude, reader is spoiled, reader's 23rd birthday is mentioned, unprotected sex, no foreplay, drunk sex, soft dom dy, (some) praise. names used: princess, sweetheart, baby, good girl
“another one?” you shoot a judgemental look at the man sitting next to you during the reception. the emotional beats of the ceremony have long passed. now, all guests are dancing, drinking, chatting—generally having a good time. everyone except you.
“mind your own business, princess.”
oh, that nickname. you hated that nickname ever since the first time he called you that. you’re convinced he only still calls you that because he knows it pisses you off.
he doesn’t spare a glance in your direction as he downs the rest of the champagne left in his tall glass. he purses his lips as he swallows, the liquor coating them in a thin, glassy sheen.
he taps his finger on top of the linen tablecloth, as if he’s waiting for something.
you scoff, rolling your eyes. “your best friend’s getting married and you can’t even pretend to be happy for him for one night?”
“who said i wasn’t happy for him?” he looks at you. you could probably count the amount of times he’s looked in your general direction tonight on one hand.
“right, 'cause you definitely look like you are.”
you look away, over towards the dance floor where your brother and sister-in-law are lighting up the space. you could feel a presence getting closer to you. when you turn back around, doyoung’s face is a lot closer than it was a few seconds ago.
“fuck off, i can smell the liquor on you.” you couldn’t, not really. you’ve just had enough of him for tonight and he was getting on your last nerve.
“yeah, now you know how it feels. mind. your own. business.” he punctuated that sentence with a heavy glare at every pause.
doyoung gets up from his seat. you’re far away enough and it’s late enough into the night where no one would really notice if a guest or two slips away.
it’s an outdoor wedding, in the middle of a big open grass field. the taller grass sway in the gentle breeze of spring in the nighttime. the stars are out, though you can’t really see them with how many lights are lighting up the reception area.
doyoung tucks his chair under the round table.
“where are you going?” your voice coming out maybe a little too much like a strict mother.
“my god, do i have to tell you everything i do?” he’s exasperating, truly, and you tell him such.
that doesn’t stop him, he walks off and before he gets completely out of your field of vision, you get up and follow him.
his hands are tucked inside the pockets of his trousers. they fit him well enough. first thing you thought to yourself when you first saw him this afternoon was that he at least made himself presentable for such a big moment in your brother’s life. although, thinking about it now, maybe that’s the only thing he’s truly ever good at—looking good.
“hey!” you shout after him, pacing a few steps behind. he doesn’t turn or react. “can you stop being a jerk for one night? just one night!” he stops and you do as well, having finally caught up to him. you’ve reached where all the cars are parked, the road that leads into this bit of the field ends with the small parking lot.
you watch as his hand goes a little deeper into his pocket, and he pulls out the keys to his car. with a beep, the car in front of you unlocks.
he gets inside the driver’s seat.
worried that he’s going to drive away—and with especially knowing how much he’s had to drink tonight—you panicked and get into the passenger’s side as quick as you can.
you shut the door. he looks at you blankly.
“what do you think you’re doing?” he says completely deadpan.
you can’t help but scoff. “you’re unbelievable, kim doyoung,” you mutter under your breath. “are you going to drive?”
“no.”
you give him a puzzling look, you just can’t seem to get to a common ground with him.
“i’m smoking.” he pulls a box of cigarettes out of the small compartment on your side. his forearm lightly grazing your thigh.
“oh,” the realisation slips through your lips absentmindedly.
you watch quietly as he picks up a cigarette in between his fingers, slots it between his lips, and lights it with a lighter he’s fished from his pocket. he rolls down the window on his side, resting his elbow on the frame and blows the smoke out.
he doesn’t say anything else about your being there. with him. in his car.
but it feels more like he’s ignoring your presence, rather than him accepting it.
you speak up again, “what’s your issue?”
that catches his attention. he turns his head around, eyes locking on you. “excuse me?”
“you’re always such an ass.” you lean back into your seat, crossing your arms under your chest.
he laughs, probably not out of humour. “i’m an ass, okay.” he nods his head gently a few times before turning back around to take another drag of his cig. “well,” he sucks in a short breath through his teeth and taps the ashes off, “i’m sorry you feel that way, princess.”
“stop calling me that,” your annoyance seeps through every inflection of your voice.
“oh, but that’s what you are, aren’t you? the precious princess who always gets her way.”
you can’t even conjure up a sentence, all you can do is pull a face in disbelief.
“we both know that’s true,” he mutters before exhaling the smoke out of the window.
“that is not true,” you protest.
“that one time you wanted a mercedes for your birthday, but oh no, they didn’t have the colour you wanted. and so your daddy went all over searching for you just to get the car you wanted on your 23rd birthday.”
it sounds like he had that one ready.
“and you can’t even drive that well,” he adds.
“fuck you,” is all you manage to say.
he cocks his eyebrows, a smirk sitting on his lips like that was sufficient of a victory for him. “oh, and who can forget, princess yn who cried that one time we all went out for dinner ‘cause they didn’t have the lobster dish you liked.” he sighs, “you’re insufferable.”
“i’m insufferable?” your voice raising a bit louder than his.
he nods, a quiet “mhm” accompanies it.
“well- you’re a jerk!”
he looks at you with his eyebrows raised. not shocked, but rather provoking you to say more.
“you’re always getting drunk somewhere, and then my brother always have to go get you from whatever club or brothel you’re at. you- you’re spoiled as well. and you have an annoying face!”
you can’t see yourself, but you imagine the expression on your face is one of pride, because doyoung breaks into a chuckle a second after you finished your declaration.
“that’s it? that’s all you’ve got?”
“it’s true,” you back yourself up.
“well, guess we’re even then. aren’t we, sweetheart?” he takes another puff.
you hate it when he calls you those condescending nicknames.
“only if you stop calling me those names,” you say as you cross your arms again.
“i like them,” he simply states and he drops the cigarette onto the cement ground, “they suit you.” doyoung leans his head back onto the rest of his seat. he places both his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes are lowered as he looks through the windshield, back at where the wedding was taking place in the distance.
he exhales a deep breath.
both of you let the silence pass through you.
“you’re extra asshole-y tonight, though,” you start off, resuming your banter. “is something… wrong?” you try to ask as carefully as possible.
your brother has told you that doyoung has been acting even more reckless lately, and he said he didn’t know why. the exact words your brother said to you when he told you he’s making doyoung your date to his wedding was, “look after him. he’s going through a hard time.”
and now, sitting in his car alone with him, you’re beginning to see the façade fade away. he’s a jerk, sure, but both of you know that to some extent, this is just how your relationship has always been, and probably will always be. he’s not actually a jerk. at least, that’s what you thought deep down inside.
“no, eeeverything’s just fine.” his shoulders slump.
you punch him lightly in the arm, “come on. i’ve known you for so long,” you sit up, turning your body slightly to face him. “who else are you gonna tell?”
it’s like you can see the gears actively turning in his head. he slightly puckers up his lips as he contemplates. “you’re right. i’m going to tell you,” his gaze darts over to you, “but you can’t tell anyone else, okay?”
the way the conversation is going is reminiscent of when you two would share secrets in the playground.
“okay.”
he looks back at the wedding. “you see your sister-in-law?” he asks, his eyes following her every move. the dress she’s chosen for her reception was short. way too short to be classed as traditional. she looks good.
you hum in agreement, watching the woman in question alongside doyoung.
“we used to date.”
“what?” the reaction comes involuntarily. you never knew that—your brother never mentioned that to you, or anything of the sort.
doyoung simply widens his eyes briefly, as if it’s a tired matter that he’s sick of hearing about.
“and… does my brother know?”
“yeah,” he lifts his right hand up and drops it back down onto the steering wheel. the sound the leather makes is dull. “oh, your brother,” he sighs, “he’s just the perfect, perfect man.”
you can sense his disdain, and frankly, you can’t blame him. you never knew about this, and you couldn’t believe that your brother would keep this away from you.
“i’m… so sorry,” this is probably the first time you can say that you meant every apologetic word you’ve uttered to kim doyoung. “i didn’t know.”
“i know,” he replies, “we never told anyone—her and i. except your brother found out.”
“how did he find out?” you can’t help but ask. it’s like you’ve dug into a goldmine, and now all you wanna do is keep digging.
“doesn’t matter,” doyoung shakes the topic off. “but that’s why… if i’ve been extra ‘asshole-y’ tonight, as you put it so eloquently, then, i’m sorry.”
you can’t think of what to say, so you don’t say anything.
there’s a second pass of silence.
you both sit in his car, the music in the distance can be heard faintly. your brother and his wife are dancing together.
“do you… wanna leave?” you ask him. your task was to make sure he behaves himself tonight at the wedding, if he’s not there, then he’s not your responsibility, right?
to your surprise, he shakes his head. “no, i’m happy for him. for them.”
“listen, if you want me to get back at him for you, i’d do it,” you say in an attempt to lighten the mood. “bleach his hair in his sleep, make him bald. just name it.”
he laughs a humourless laugh, “i’m over it.”
“mmh.”
you don’t say anything in response, but you both knew what you meant. sure, you’re over it.
doyoung glances over at you. you expect to be met with the same, annoyed face that you’ve grown to hate over the years. but instead you’re met with an expression that you haven’t really seen before from him. it puzzles you.
he gives you a quick look up and down, scanning the dress you’re wearing. one that the bride specified had to be a light shade of butter yellow, or else it seemed like the world was going to end. the chiffon pools in your lap, the soft folds making each overlap more opaque than the last.
“you look good,” the words come out of him casually.
it’s a trite statement, but somehow it feels different coming from him. “thanks, you too,” you return.
“can i kiss you?” the swiftness and boldness of his question catches you off guard. if something were to ever happen between the two of you, you would’ve imagined there would've been some type of hesitation. but there’s none on his end.
“are you doing this as revenge on my brother?” you point out, eyes narrowing at him.
“yes and no.”
“why no?”
“you’re my best friend’s sister,” he drops his gaze to your lips. you’re suddenly too aware of the fact that your lip gloss has been washed away by the evening drinks. “you think i didn’t want you all those years?”
“am i just supposed to believe that?” your mind flashes through every single moment you’ve spent with doyoung ever. you always had a crush on him, just because he was older and you figured it was normal for girls your age to have crushes on older boys. but you always thought it to be one-sided.
“what could i have done? you were my best friend’s sister,” he reiterates, emphasising on those three words this time. “little sister, may i add.”
“and tonight is when you decide to tell me.”
he shrugs, “if your brother can do whatever he wants, why can’t i? only if you want to, of course.”
you look at him for a second, studying his sharp features. eyes lingering a little too long on the opened buttons of his shirt.
“okay,” you mumble softly, a bundle of nerves buzzing up inside you in excitement, or anxiousness—you can’t quite tell.
“yeah?” he raises his brows, scanning your face for any hint of reluctance.
“mhm, you can kiss me.”
at the sound of those words, he leans in closer to you over the console. his fingers find the tip of your jaw, tilting your head at just the right angle so he can plant a kiss on you. his lips are softer than you’d imagined, and the kiss lasts shorter than you’d expect.
he pulls back, there’s a certain softness in his eyes, “are you sure?”
rather than a verbal response, you place your hand on his neck and kiss him again. this time, neither of you pull away.
his hand rests on your waist, holding back from gripping tightly onto you.
the way his touch feels on you is exhilarating; you’ve pictured this many a time when you were in your teenage years. sneaking away from your families, going under the cover of the night sky, and kissing doyoung in his car. now that it’s finally happening, some part of you doesn’t believe it to be real.
your thumb grazes his cheek, this is all too real. his flesh is flushed with heat—either from the alcohol or from something else, you’re not too sure.
he envelopes your lips within his softly. the sounds of you kissing faintly fill the space between you.
you moan lightly as you’re pressed up against him, barely stopping to catch your breath. the kiss deepens quickly and with a sense of urgency unlike before. his hands around your waist are digging into you, pulling you as close as he possibly can to him. his fingers trail down to your hips, and then your ass, grabbing as firm a hold of you as he can with the slippery material in the way.
he grips tightly onto your leg, and lifts you up and over the console so that now you’re sitting straddling him. he does it effortlessly, as if he’s done this a million times. your dress is fanned out all over his lap.
doyoung pulls away, fingers now brushing your hair out of your face so that he can see you. it’s dark outside, the only light being that of the one mounted in the ceiling of his car. the glow falls over his features, highlighting every point of his face—his cheekbones, his cupid’s bow, his nose. you feel your heartbeat suddenly picking up.
you get the urge to say something stupid, but you hold it down for long enough that he speaks before you can.
“you really are beautiful, princess.”
you land a soft blow to his chest, “i told you to stop calling me that.”
“i can’t help it,” doyoung smirks before he presses his lips onto yours again.
you find yourself moving on top of his lap. the way he kisses you makes you crave him in his entirety. your hips drag over his crotch, slow enough that you thought he wouldn’t notice. but he does.
“you’re grinding on me,” he mumbles in between kisses.
his words only prompt you to move faster. doyoung puts both of his hands on your hips, guiding you in your movements. you think you feel something rising up underneath all those layers of chiffon.
you kiss his neck. “fuck,” he curses. “fuck, i want you so bad,” doyoung moans softly, it feels more subdued than something he’d say voluntarily.
you plant kiss after kiss all over his neck, finding a spot that elicited a groan from him when you bit him soft enough.
curses continue to fall from his lips. he hikes your dress up all the way to your thighs, his fingertips kneading and digging into your bare skin.
“i need to have you now,” he says breathily, “please.”
you couldn’t hold back a smirk, seeing how unravelled he’s already become beneath you.
you push yourself up onto your knees, fingers fidgeting with the zip of his pants in the darkness. you undo his trousers, finally revealing the extent of his desire for you. pulling his waistband away from his skin, his dick springs up red and hard.
you feel your pussy soak through your panties at the sight of it.
you only notice that you’re biting down hard into your lip moments later.
“look what you did to me,” doyoung mutters delicately.
you pull your panties to the side, feeling the wetness on the side of your thigh. the urge to sink down entirely on his cock consumes you, you want him to fill you all the way up.
with one hand, he holds onto his base, and the other rests on the side of your leg. he lines his tip up with your slit. “fuck…” he drags the sound out, running the tip of his cock over the wetness that’s pooled all over your cunt.
you can’t bare the teasing; your patience is running thin. “just fuck me already,” you whine.
he smirks, “there she is. there’s my spoiled princess.”
with a groan, he pushes himself into you. slowly, very slowly, until he’s all the way inside you. you hold back your whines as you feel his cock fill you up inch by inch. your walls wrap tightly against him. “you feel so fucking good,” he breathes. “you okay?”
you nod. you just want him to fuck you properly, unable to think of anything else.
he slides himself out, then back in, quickly reaching a stable rhythm.
doyoung grunts softly with every thrust inside you. you find yourself looking for anything you can hold onto—a notch, a handle—just to stabilise yourself as he fucks himself into you. it feels as though you’re splitting apart on his cock, knocking gasps and moans out of you with every thrust.
“we could’ve done this so much sooner,” he mumbles in between grunts. “then, i would’ve known how fucking good your pussy feels.”
you can only let out whines and whimpers as you focus on the way his tip hits the spot inside you.
he puts his hand on your neck, his thumb pressing against your jaw. “you’re taking it so well, baby,” he caresses your face with the pad of his thumb. “such a good fucking girl.”
you hold back near cries of pleasure. your fingers find themselves in between your legs, acting as though they have a mind of their own as they begin circling your clit. it doesn’t take long before you start to feel the familiar pressure building up inside you.
“mhm,” you have never sounded so pathetic. nodding your head eagerly, desperate to cum with his cock slammed all the way inside you.
“do it,” he grumbles. his hips moving up into you relentlessly. “let me feel my bratty princess cum all over me.”
you feel the pressure building onto itself, until it finally boils over. you release all over his lap, body so weak that you can barely hold yourself up. you’re slumped over his shoulder as you feel your walls clamp down onto him. the noises coming from you could’ve easily been mistaken to have came from a porno.
you feel his hips still, all the way inside you. it takes you a moment to realise that he’s coming inside you. he desperately pants for air, sucking cool breaths in between his teeth.
you feel something hot dripping out of you and down your thighs. his hips stiffen up, giving it one last thrust up into you, going deeper than he ever did.
“fuck,” he groans.
you’re feeling a little light-headed and you’re still holding onto your shoulder as if your life depends on it. you’re both panting for air, you feel his chest rising and falling alongside yours. the last wave of your orgasm still riding through your body as you feel your legs tense.
you hear a scoff, or a chuckle.
“what?” you breathe out.
“nothing,” doyoung responds, equally as out of breath.
you peel your body away from his, your balance still recovering. “what?” you repeat yourself with a stern gaze.
“i guess i don’t hate you as much as i’d thought after all.”
you roll your eyes. “you think us having sex one time is gonna make me not hate you?”
“it didn’t?” he raises his eyebrows. “then, maybe we should try again,” doyoung says with a smirk.
heyy congrats on your 2k 💗 could i request Jaehyun with 113 + 126
perfect girl
jaehyun + daddy kink/ddlg + anal
part of my 2k event
warnings: daddy kink, anal, unprotected sex, dirty talk (he gets NASTY), praise/degradation, ddlg themes but there’s no ageplay. they just like to play up her innocence a lot. they are weird and freaky so be warned.
this is all consensual and negotiated off-screen. hate is deleted and blocked.
You’re lucky to have met Jaehyun, truly. He’s the only person who’s ever truly got you, ever truly understood what you are and what you need. Understood exactly how to handle you. How to care for you.
You didn’t even have to ask him; no, from the start Jaehyun just knew. Took on that role right away, without thought or discussion, like he’d been waiting for it. For the right person to come along and unlock that side of him.
You certainly had been.
His hands are gentle on your waist; fingers stroking small, soothing patterns without pressure. He’s not saying anything; hasn’t in a few minutes. Sometimes, you’ve found, he prefers to simply admire. Observe.
“Beautiful,” he says, finally. “My perfect little baby, aren’t you?”
The look in his eyes is so soft and tender that you almost forget that he’s still balls deep inside your pussy. Until he moves, just a little, and the rush of need flickers again; lights up and takes off with nowhere to go.
You’re so full, so desperate, that it physically hurts.
Dick pressing against your cervix; hips connected; skin on skin. And he’s not fucking moving. It’s agony. It’s torture. It’s exactly how he likes you.
“Daddy,” you whimper. “Please.”
“Hmm?” There’s a lilt to his voice, hands moving up and down your sides, that you’re more than familiar with by now. Teasing. Toying.
Jaehyun, you’ve discovered, likes to see you squirm.
“What is it, honey?” He coos. “You’ve already got my dick nice and deep in that little pussy. What more could you need?”
“More,” you mumble. “Daddy. Need more.”
He makes a noise of understanding, as if he hadn’t known all this time; as if he wasn’t asking simply for his own amusement. “Need me to fuck you?” He grins. “Not enough to be stuffed full? You need to be fucked dumb too?”
“Please.”
“Oh honey,” he says. “You know I can’t say no to you. Daddy’s best girl.”
Relief floods and you let yourself reach for him; grabbing at him with tiny shaking hands, pulling him closer, deeper inside you. He allows you a few small seconds of believing you’re going to get what you want before he pulls back, sliding out of you at an agonisingly slow pace. The emptiness hits you like freezing water; sudden, painful, visceral. There’s something in the air now, as you wait for his next move, that feels…
“Daddy,” you whisper. “I—”
He doesn’t let you finish, just shushes you quietly, gently until your protests die down. His hand moves downwards, rubbing soft, teasing circles around your holes, thumbing at the sensitive skin between them with an intention you can’t quite place. It’s wet now, you notice; sticky and cold with a substance you recognise from the early days of your relationship before your pussy had adjusted to him. The strawberry scent that fills the air makes your stomach twist with excitement. “Daddy knows sweetheart, don’t worry,” he says. “Greedy baby needs both holes filled to keep her calm. Daddy understands.”
You pause, uncertain, realisation creeping. “Both?”
He doesn’t answer—just watches silently as it finally hits; as your brows crease, lips parted, eyes wide and innocent until that pretty little blush creeps up your neck and you’re squirming and writhing beneath him again. “Daddy, are you…you wanna…”
“You trust me, don’t you?”
It’s such an obvious question that it takes you a moment to even think of how to answer. “Of course.”
“Good girl,” he says. “You know daddy always takes care of you. Will you let me teach you something new, baby?”
“Something new?”
His finger moves down, softly, and brushes over your asshole. The sensation makes you jump, squealing in surprise and a sensation you’ve never really explored. You always had something of an interest in anal—or rather, in knowing that every inch and crevice of your body had been taken and claimed and touched by Jaehyun—but it was scary too, the idea of putting something inside, so neither of you pushed it any further.
Until now, apparently.
His finger presses in just a little, enough to breach the ring of muscle but not quite enough to feel…intruding. Still the sensation, new and foreign and thrilling, makes you gasp, tensing around his finger. He smiles. “Tiny girl,” he mumbles. “Daddy’s gonna break you, honey. Show you how good girls take dick. You want that?”
Yes, yes, you want that; want to be good, to please him, to feel him in the deepest, most forbidden parts of you. You wonder if it will feel like losing your virginity to him all over again—if he’ll have to hold you down, coaxing and encouraging you through it like the very first time. You’re dizzy with desire to find out. “I want it,” you whisper. “Please.”
“That’s my girl,” he smiles. “My little princess, letting me use all her little holes like a perfect whore. Open up for me.”
He pushes in a little deeper and you hiss at the stretch; the intrusion that even one, smaller finger causes. Your hands reach for him instinctively, curling around his forearm, nails pressing against his skin. He doesn’t mind, though, never has; from the very first time he unraveled you like this he’s worn the marks you leave behind with a bursting pride.
“How does that feel, baby?” He asks. “Does it hurt?”
“A little,” you whimper. “It’s—ngh, daddy’s hands are big. Hard to- to take.”
“Oh, I know,” he coos. “My brave girl, taking it for me. Tiny little hole sucking me in like this. You can take more, can’t you?”
You nod plainly; dumbly, really, when it’s so obviously not a question. Daddy doesn’t ask you questions like that; doesn’t ask if you like or want or need something. Daddy tells you what you like. What you want. What you need. Because daddy knows not just the world but you better than you ever could.
The next finger pushes in with a little effort, then the third; the feeling of being stuffed with his fingers, especially in there, is thrilling and overwhelming and nowhere near enough. “Daddy,” you whine. “More, please.”
“Greedy girl,” he says, but when his dick is hard and leaking against his stomach again it’s hard to really feel chided. “Only just opened you up and you already need my dick, you’re insatiable.”
You just whine again, staring up at him with desperate eyes. He looks like his arousal is bordering on painful. “God you’re gone,” he mutters. “Nothing in there, is there? Nothing going on in that little head except getting fucked. Dirty baby.”
“Daddy,” you moan again.
“I know.” He pulls his fingers out, quickly like he’s ripping a bandaid; he doesn’t give you much time to whine or protest the emptiness before his dick is pressed against your rim, rock hard and leaking precum and lathered in lube. “Easy now,” he says. “Hold onto me, I’ve got you.”
By the time he’s halfway in you feel like you’re going to black out; never in your life have you felt so impossible stretched, so split open or so desperate to be broken further. In your tight asshole, still virginal and uncorrupted even where every other part of you had been defiled, you feel the extent of exactly how big Jaehyun is for the first time in a while. He’s massive; thick and long and pulsing with a need to fuck you open. You feel the restraint in his posture, see it on his face; forcing himself to go slowly, to take it easy on you like he knows he needs to. He can’t afford to damage a sweet, rare little gem like you.
“Oh my God,” he hisses. “Baby. You’re fucking clenching. What a good girl. Daddy’s almost there, baby, almost inside. Keep being good for me.”
He groans, loud and strangled as he pushes in the rest of the way; you feel when he bottoms out, when the tension in his body finally breaks and he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for his entire life. “How does that feel?”
“So good, daddy,” you moan. “Please, I—”
“I know,” he soothes, gentle. “I feel it too. Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, baby. Gonna break this little asshole in so it’s nice and ready whenever I want it. Hold onto me, honey.”
He starts slowly, of course; light, gentle thrusts that barely register above the stretch that already overwhelms you. His brows are furrowed, face contorted in focus, in restraint as he slowly picks up the pace.
It’s dizzying; unbearable in the best way; you can’t help but, tears flowing freely at the stretch and the pleasure and the feeling of Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyun. Everywhere. Possessing you completely, from the outside in. You know he feels it too; the feeling of impossible closeness that you’ve never felt before. Of your body surrendering to him, sucking him in like it’s been begging for it. He looks crazed. Awe-struck. In love.
“Look at you,” he coos. His breaths are short and shallow now but the authority and care in his voice never wavers. “Taking daddy’s dick in your ass like you were made for it. Feels good?”
“Yes,” you sob. “Daddy—fuck, it feels so good.”
“I know,” he says. “I know it does, baby. Made for this, weren’t you?”
You nod, crying out again with an especially hard thrust and he chuckles. “I know you were,” he hums. “I don’t think you were ever meant to have your pussy fucked, baby. Daddy should’ve been in here all along, don’t you think?”
You definitely think that; but then again, when you’re fucked out and desperate like this Jaehyun could say pretty much anything and you’d be sobbing your agreement like you do now. He knows that full well; you both do. And you love it—love the power he has over you in this moment; the way he has you clinging to every nasty filthy word that comes from his mouth like it’s your saviour.
“I know,” he grunts. “Not enough to get your pussy stuffed, is it? That’s for sweet, innocent little girls. But you’re a pervert, aren’t you, honey? A nasty, dick-crazed little pervert. Baby sluts like you need their little assholes filled to keep them calm and pliant.”
You’re sobbing his name, over and over, like you’re begging for an absolution that you pray never comes. Every time you say it he goes harder, deeper; tightens his grip on your hips just a little more. You’ve never seen him like this, to this extreme. You’re not sure you could ever live without it now.
He pulls your legs up and wraps them around his waist, licking you both in place. He slows down for a second, trying to catch his breath and leans down to press a kiss against your flushed, sweat-covered forehead.
“Daddy’s gonna fuck your ass from now on,” he says. He moves slowly, leisurely, like he’s savouring the feeling of you, the sight of you so spent and submissive beneath him. “Split it open on my cock before I even think about fucking your pussy. My little anal princess, sounds nice?”
“Yeah,” you whisper. He smiles, speeding up a little, chasing sensation. “Wanna—daddy, ah. Wanna.”
“Good,” he says. “Little set of holes doesn’t have a choice anyway. Clench around me, baby. Daddy’s gonna come right here and you’re not gonna let a drop of it go to waste, you hear me?”
“Yes,” you nod. “Yeah, I won’t.”
You don’t. You never do. Even when he fucks you over the table the next day, one hand in your hair and the other stuffed in your pussy as he stretches your asshole out on his cock, you don’t miss a single drop.
How could you, though, when he’s so quick to slide in the pretty pink plug that now sits so snugly between your cheeks?
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Contains detailed, frequent descriptions of sexual acts, uses strong, explicit language, features themes of separation anxiety, desperate intimacy, and impending loss.
Genre: Erotic Romance / Smut / Military Deployment Fiction
Summary: On his final night before military service, Jaehyun arrives at his lover's house for a night of desperate, raw intimacy. Over two rounds of intense, explicit sex—marked by passionate kisses, rough play leading to multiple orgasms, and a final, emotional climax with him ejaculating inside her—the couple attempts to store up physical memories to sustain them through their long, painful separation.
The knock was heavy, desperate. When you opened the door, Jaehyun's eyes—usually warm and mischievous—were wide and pleading, edged with unshed tears. The military haircut and the soft burgundy sweater were a heartbreaking contrast. He didn't speak; he just grabbed you, his mouth finding yours in a punishing, deep kiss. Your hands flew to his face, pulling him closer, trying to absorb the grief in his mouth.
He tore his mouth away, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. "I can't believe this is it," he choked out, his voice thick. You pulled his head close. "It's okay. We have this night. Just us." He ripped his sweater off his head and threw it to the floor.
He shoved you onto the kitchen counter, his face a mask of raw need. He yanked your clothes aside, exposing you fully. This first time was a ritual for you. He dropped to his knees, his jaw tight. "I need to feel you break for me," he growled.
His mouth devoured your cunt. He didn't stop, his tongue working with a demanding, relentless pace. He slipped a wet finger deep inside you, pushing up hard and fast while his tongue worked your clit. Your eyes rolled back, a soft, helpless moan escaping your lips as your first orgasm hit. "Oh my god, Jaehyun!" He kept going, relentlessly, until the second wave crested, then the third. He was focused, driving you higher with every flick of his tongue, demanding your total release.
The fourth climax was a long, shuddering wave that made your entire body clamp down. He just smiled fiercely and didn't pull back. He kept his fingers inside you, pushing that spot until the pressure built impossibly high again. Then it hit: the fifth, massive wave. You screamed, your body shaking as a violent squirt soaked his face and the counter. Your face was flushed deep red, eyes squeezed shut, and hot tears were falling down your cheeks—tears of pure, physical pleasure.
He stood, pulling your hips forward, his rock-hard cock lining up. He looked straight into your eyes, his expression fierce and possessive. "I'm gonna breed you right here." He didn't wait for an answer, shoving himself in one deep, agonizing thrust. You let out a muffled cry as his thick shaft buried itself inside your wet pussy.
He started a heavy, grinding rhythm. Your breath hitched with every pull and shove. "It fits so good, baby," he groaned, his voice cracking with emotion. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Please don't ever leave this deep. Stay right there." He held your face, kissing you hard, mixing your sighs and his low groans.
He didn't pull out. He lifted you, carrying you to the bedroom with his cock still buried deep inside. He fell onto the bed, and you rolled onto his chest. This final round was all about closeness.
You lowered yourself fully onto his thick shaft, the movement slow and torturous. You pressed your chest to his, making your heart beat against his. He started to move, pushing up into you. You started rocking your hips, faster and faster, your hair flying around your face.
Then he grabbed your hips, his eyes burning with desire, pushing you harder. "Take me one more time, you can do this, baby!" he yelled, his voice rough with finality. He drove into you with powerful, fast thrusts. "I'm coming, I'm fucking coming! I'm putting my whole load inside you," he shouted. He drove into you two final times and then exploded a thick, hot load deep inside you.
He cried out, his body trembling as his cock twitched inside your pussy, still hard and pulsing with his cum. You held him tight, your own tears finally slipping down your temples, this time a mix of love and sorrow. "I love you. I love you so much."
He held you until the tremors stopped, his final groan a low, shaky sound against your neck. He didn't pull out. He kissed your forehead, a long, soft kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were finally wet—a single tear tracked down his cheek. "I'll be back," he promised. You just tightened your arms around him, your only answer the sticky warmth of his cum bonding you both together, already leaking out of your pussy onto the sheets.
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