WRONG DOINGS L. HS
đđđąđ«đąđ§đ : heeseung + fem reader!
đđđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: smut, male masturbation, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, oral, male and female receiving, squirting, stepdad step daughter relationship, daddy kink, car sex, make up sex, mentions of stealing and cheating, home wrecking, infidelity, divorce, crying, abuse, violence, arguments, mentions of blood, cursing, bullying, reader kinda has daddy issues, heeseung gets caught masturbating by reader.
đđđ§đ«đ: stepcest, taboo relationship, slow burn.
đđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: After your mom got married to your stepdad heeseung, you both finally moved into his mansion together. There, youâll face the same cruelty from your mother that you always have endless abuse and belittling. Still, when heeseung tries to treat you like his own and get closer to you, it only makes things worse not just for you but him as well, and one too many arguments with your mother leave you and heeseung both wanting more so much more than when she goes on vacation and leaves you both alone, itâs only a matter of time before the both of you commence in đ°đ«đšđ§đ đđšđąđ§đ đŹ.
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Sorry for the long wait. Thanks for being patient with me. Iâm very disappointed with how this turned out, but I hope you guys will enjoy it
"Mom, can you help me with my homework?" You ask your mom meekly as you sit at the dinner table in the kitchen.
You had been struggling with your homework lately, and all you wanted was a little help and attention.
But she couldn't even give that much to you.
"No, absolutely not. No one helped me with mine, and I'm not going to be your crutch. Just stop being so lazy and pay attention." The harsh response was very much expected, but it never hurt any less.
You held your head low and picked at the corners of your notebook, sighing softly.
The relationship between you and your mother was never good, but you still tried to have some type of interaction with her cause you just wanted her love. You wanted her to care no matter how bad she treated you.
"Y/n," heeseung, your stepfather, called to you softly, but you sat up and went to your room. You hadn't exactly gotten a chance to get close to him yet, and you didn't want to be around a complete stranger while you felt like this. "I still don't understand why you find it necessary to talk to her like that," heeseung said to his wife once you got out of earshot.
"And I still don't understand why you're talking to me. You're not even her real father, so what does it have to do with you?" She gives him a stern look from across the dining table.
"Thank you for reminding me of that every two seconds." heeseung chuckled and took a drink of his orange juice. "Baby, I'm not trying to make you upset. I'm just not sure the way you handle things is best for our daughter," he continues.
"Again, she is my daughter, not yours. The way I handle things has zero to do with you," she responds.
Heeseung just sighed and kept his mouth shut after that.
Lately, he had been rethinking his whole marriage because the woman he proposed to was seemingly nowhere to be found.
As bad as that sounds, it was just an undeniable fact.
It was like overnight, his life turned completely upside down.
One minute, he's married to his dream girl, and the next, he's feeling stuck in an unhappy marriage with a stepdaughter who doesn't acknowledge him and a wife that rather be out all day than spend time with him on his days off.
"Where are you going?" He asked his wife as he watched her getting up from the kitchen table.
"Out," she answered without looking at him.
"Okay, where's out?" Heeseung stood up and made his way over to her in the living room.
"There's a new fashion outlet that opened downtown, and I want to check it out," she replies, sounding uninterested.
"Ooh, sounds like fun, can I come with? I'm free all day." he wrapped his hands around her waist from behind.
"No, I already planned to invite others." his grip on her waist loosened as he looked at her with a puzzled expression.
"Without even telling me?" He dropped his hands to his sides.
"Sorry, it must have slipped my mind." She quickly put her heels on and grabbed her purse by the front door. "Besides, it's all women's clothing anyways," she adds.
Heeseung sighed and folded his arms, watching his girl leave the house for what felt like the fifth time this week. "It's okay," he replies back, even though it really wasn't. "Can I at least get a kiss before you go?" He says with a smile.
She quickly rushes over and kisses his cheek. Before he could even say anything, she was already bolting out the door. "Be safe," he says to himself, going back to the kitchen and finishing his cold breakfast all alone.
You sat on your bed and stared at the sheets in front of you blankly. You had zero motivation to even get started on your homework after the way your mother spoke to you.
You're not sure if you'd ever be able to get rid of the hurt in your chest whenever she talked down to you, even after all these years.
You wiped your tears when you heard a soft knock on your bedroom door. "Y/n, can I come in?" You listen to your stepfather's voice from outside your room.
You straightened out your things a bit before allowing him to enter. "Come in," you said in a weak voice.
"Hey," he whispered with a half smile. "Would you like some help?" He offered while shutting the door.
"Uhh, no, I'm fine." You looked at all the untouched materials in front of you, and you were everything but fine.
"Oh, okay." heeseung turned around disappointedly and grabbed the door handle, but your voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Wait." You looked down at your lap and nervously fidgeted with your blankets. "I need help," you admitted to him.
He gave you a warm smile and made his way over to your bed, taking a seat. "Thank you for allowing me to help. I know it's been hard for you adjusting and everything with the new place and living with a total stranger." he laughed, and you smiled a little as the awkwardness between you two started to lessen just a tad. "But I just want you to know that you can come to me too, not just your mom. I'm perfectly friendly, I think?" He scratched his nape and chuckled.
"Okay," you nodded.
"And about earlier, I apolo-" you interrupted him.
"I don't want to talk about it," You quickly dismissed the said topic, and he puffed out a breath of air as his shoulders slumped down a bit.
You understand he was just trying to help, but you didn't need another dad or an apology right now, especially from someone who wasn't even to blame and even more so the fact he had no idea what had even been going on between you and your mother.
He didn't know about all the times she hit you for getting a low grade. He didn't know how she'd keep you up all night until you finished all the chores around the house, and he definitely didn't know that all this was going on behind his back when he left for work.
If he did, you're sure he wouldn't even be married to your mom, let alone welcome her into his lovely mansion of a home, cause from what you could tell, heeseung was far too kind for a woman like her.
"Okay, so let's see what we have he- oh," he chuckles at all the work you have piled up.
You lower your head down in embarrassment while he flips through all your disheveled homework.
"Don't worry, we'll have this done by midnight, and you won't have to worry your little head anymore." he ruffled your hair playfully.
You scrunch up your face and fix your hair while he laughs at you.
The clock had just struck midnight, and as promised, it was all finished. To your surprise, you got through half of it without his help. Honestly, you werenât dumb when it came to school, so you didnât really need a lot of help. You just wanted someone to take interest in you. "Thanks for all your help," you whisper shyly.
"Of course, if you ever need help with homework or anything in general, just let me know." he smiles softly at you and takes a look at his watch. "Are you hungry? We've been at it for quite some time now."
"A little," your stomach growls on cue, causing you both to laugh.
"There's a pizza spot down the road that stays open late. Does that sound good?" He offers, and you nod.
"I'd cook for you, but I'd probably burn the mansion down, and we can't have that happening," he laughed.
You both jumped in surprise when the door swung open, revealing your witch of a mother. Of course, she'd have to ruin the one decent interaction that you've had in years. "What is this?" She pointed back and forth between you and heeseung.
"I was just helping y/n with her homework, babe," heeseung sighed. He was already sleepy, and he didn't want to deal with her attitude right now.
"Helping? She doesn't need help. She can do it herself!" She yells at heeseung.
You lowered your head to hide the tears welling in your eyes, and what made it worse was that heeseung was being brought into your drama when he was completely innocent. "She shouldn't have to!" Heeseung yelled back. He was far more frustrated with his situation with his wife lately than the problem at hand, but he used this as an opportunity to lash out a bit. "Y/n, come on." he turned to you with a sympathetic look in his eyes, talking to you with a much calmer tone as he extended his hand out for you to take.
You stood up, reaching your hand out for his, but your mother's loud voice caused you to sit right back down.
"You!" she pointed at heeseung. "Get out! This is between me and her." heeseung looked at you, and you nodded your head weakly cause you weren't his problem to take on.
He didn't want to, but he honored your wish and left out of your room, going upstairs to wash up for the night and head to bed.
He knew he wasn't your biological father, but what was the harm in him just wanting to treat you decently?
His wife always had to go and blow everything out of proportion, making it seem like just cause he wasn't your real father, he couldn't look after you.
He thought it was ridiculous.
But maybe there was something he didn't know about going on between you. Maybe it was something that he had no business sticking his nose in.
He put his toothbrush away and patted his face dry. Once he was all finished, he turned off the bathroom light and went over to his side of the bed, trying to get some much-needed rest.
"So you try to seduce my husband behind my back? I always knew you were nothing but a little slutâ your mother said with venom laced in her tone.
"No mo-" you tried to defend yourself to no avail.
"Be quiet." She walked over to your closet, pulling out a coat hanger, and locked the door to your bedroom.
You tried to hide under your blankets, but she quickly yanked them down to your ankles and whipped your bare legs repeatedly with the hanger, adding fresh welts to your already bruised skin.
You had to cup your mouth to muffle your screams and cries so you wouldn't alert heeseung to what was happening to you behind his back.
"Maybe this will teach you not to be such a fucking useless disrespectful whoreâ tears streamed down your cheeks from the pain she inflicted on you. "I didn't raise you like this." Her face was twisted in nothing but anger as she hit you countless times before finally putting an end to the abuse.
"Think twice before you try touching what's mine." You sobbed quietly and pulled your blankets over your head as she laughed at your poor state and left you crying alone in your room. You had no idea why she was accusing you of something you didn't even do.
She left you alone and went upstairs, joining heeseung in the bedroom, laying down beside him like nothing ever happened. "I didn't mean to make you mad, baby," she whispered softly as she held onto his waist. She kissed the back of his neck and tried to trail her hand to the front of his boxers, but he quickly gripped her wrist and stopped her from doing so.
"I forgive you, but I'm just not in the mood right now." he turned over to face her and pulled her into his chest, kissing her forehead softly. "Y/n's okay?" He asked while stroking her back.
"Yeah, I apologized," she flat-out lied.
"There's my girl," he smiled. "I'm proud of you, baby. I know things are difficult for us right now, but try not to get too stressed. I'm sorry too, okay? We still just have to adjust to some things."
"Okay," she muttered back and discreetly rolled her eyes.
"Goodnight, baby," he whispered after a couple of minutes.
"Night," she murmured.
When you woke up the next day, you immediately winced in pain.
You tried to move the covers back, but you couldn't cause they were stuck to your legs from all the dried-up blood. Normally, you would have tried to bandage yourself up, but you didn't have the willpower to last night after everything occurred.
You slowly peeled the blanket back as tears gathered in your eyes from the pain.
You let out a shaky breath once you had finally removed the material.
Tears leaked down your cheeks as you saw the wounds. You could barely even stand up without pain, but you managed to somehow.
You went to the bathroom and grabbed your first aid kit, cleaning off all the dried-up blood.
Once the blood was gone, you applied some ointment and gauze, praying that the cuts wouldn't get infected this time around like before.
You got ready for school and waited in bed until it was time to leave.
"Is y/n coming down for breakfast?" Heeseung inquired to his wife, remembering you didn't get to eat last night, so you must have still been pretty hungry.
She just shrugged her shoulders and finished making her iced coffee.
Heeseung sighed and went upstairs to check on you himself. He knocked softly just in case you might still be asleep since you both stayed up so late last night. âY/n?â He called your name quietly.
When he didn't get a response, he peeked his head inside the door and saw you still sleeping. He smiled pitifully and closed the door before going back downstairs, only to see his wife all dressed up and ready to head out.
"Let me guess out?" He said half-jokingly, half serious. "Come here and give me a kiss before you leave." She walked over to him and pecked his cheek like usual. "That's not a real kiss. I mean one like this." he smiled and gripped her backside in his palms, groping the soft flesh as he stuck his tongue inside her mouth and kissed her eagerly. It's been months since the last time he had sex with her, and his neediness for her was definitely showing in the heated kiss. "Like that," he pulled back with a small smirk on his lips. "Come back soon so I can give you a little surprise" he bit his lip and spanked her ass.
"Yes, Mr. Lee," she said flirtatiously and winked at him before releasing herself from his hold and going out the door.
Needless to say, heeseung couldn't wait til tonight.
He was standing in the living room, a smile still lingering on his face, when you came downstairs. He whipped his head in your direction when he heard your footsteps. "Morning! You scared me," he laughed.
You forced a smile and tried your best not to limp downstairs. The last thing you wanted was to raise any suspicion.
"Your mom just left, but I could pick you up something for breakfast since you're probably still hungry from last night." You knew it was just a polite offer from him, but the mention of last night made you flinch in horror, and the worried look that took over your face was hard not to miss.
"N-no thanks," you declined.
"Do you at least want a ride?" You just shook your head and limped to the front door. "Y/n, Is everything alright?" He asked you worriedly. You weren't like this at all last night, so what changed so drastically? As far as he knew, You guys apologized and made up.
You didn't respond back and walked out the door, leaving him standing in the middle of the living room, confused.
You had gotten home from another terrible day at school, which was nothing new to you just like everything else in your life.
You opened the door with your house key. Once you got inside, you saw heeseung lying on the couch asleep while some random TV show was on.
You twisted the knob and shut the door quietly while slipping your shoes off.
After you hung up your backpack, you went over to the kitchen to make something to eat since you hadn't eaten all day.
You collected all the ingredients from the refrigerator to make a proper meal for yourself.
As you were preparing the vegetables, you decided to cut extra in case heeseung was hungry when he woke up. You felt bad about the way you treated him this morning, especially cause it wasn't even his fault, so the least you could do was make him a meal as an apology.
You quietly moved around in the kitchen so you wouldn't wake him, and after about thirty minutes, everything was ready. You turned off the stove and put away some extras in a glass container, setting it on the table where heeseung usually sits before going to your room to eat. You never liked eating at the table. It always brought back too many memories that you wished you could forget.
It was midnight when Heeseung finally woke up. He stretched out on the sofa as his eyes wandered to the big wall clock above the TV. "Damn," he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
All the lights were off, so he assumed everyone was already asleep.
He went to the kitchen to grab some water from the fridge but halted when his eyes landed on the container of food you had prepared for him. "Ooh," he opened the lid, scanning all the different foods inside, and his mouth watered instantly.
He grabbed his water from the fridge and sat down at his spot before grabbing the fork placed neatly beside the container. "Thank you, baby." he smiled happily and dug into his food, and he was not disappointed at all. He hasn't had a good home-cooked meal for a while, and this definitely hit the spot.
He wasn't complaining about not having food when he came home from work cause he knew that his wife was busy with her own things, but he couldn't deny he'd love it if he had a meal cooked by his wife more than just a few times a month.
He ate every last morsel, not letting anything go to waste. After he finished dinner, he washed the container and put it inside the dish rack.
He headed upstairs to wash up before going to sleep. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he removed his pants and t-shirt, slipping into bed next to his beautiful wife. "Thank you for dinner, baby." he draped his arm around his wife's waist and kissed the crown of her head. "Goodnight," he whispers while shutting his eyes and falling asleep a little while later.
Heeseung had gotten up earlier than usual since he slept all day yesterday. He pulled his sheets back and stepped out of bed, going straight to the bathroom and taking a quick shower to get freshened up and ready for work.
He sighed as he tucked his dress shirt into his pants. Those two days off weren't quite enough after all the hours he's been putting in lately, but luckily, he had some vacation time, and he planned on putting it to good use very soon.
He kissed his wife on the cheek before shutting the door behind him quietly so he wouldn't wake his sleeping beauty.
You jumped slightly when you heard footsteps coming downstairs, but you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw that it was only heeseung and not your mom.
"Oh! Good morning, y/n!" Heeseung smiled widely, and he was surprised to see you up this early.
"Morning," you reply and turn back to the stove to finish your meal. You had a few leftover ingredients from last night, so you decided to just take it for lunch at school today.
"Smells good," he chimed as he caught a whiff of whatever you were cooking. After a few moments, it dawned on him that the smell was very similar to the food he had the night prior, and his eyebrows creased in confusion once you set down the plate of food. "Did you⊠Did you cook last night?"
"Yes," you answered quietly, hoping he wasn't going to say that it was bad or something like that.
"Hmm," he nodded to himself as he realized that it wasn't his wife who cooked and that it was you all along, which left him greatly disappointed, but either way, it was still good, and he appreciated you for it. "It was delicious, thank you."
"You're welcome." You gave him a small smile.
He walked near you, reaching into the cabinet to grab a bag of ground coffee. "So, how's school been?" He asked while making his cup of coffee.
"Good," you said simply.
"Just remember, if you need any help, you can always come to me," he assured you.
You nodded your head while getting your food ready for school.
"Leaving so soon?" He questioned while rolling up his suit jacket sleeve and checking the time.
The truth is you just didn't want to face your mother after the other night, so if that meant waking up hours earlier than her and going to school early, then that's what you were going to do to avoid her at all costs.
"You know what, I'm up early. You're up early, so why don't you let me drive you?" He says while pouring his piping hot coffee into a travel mug.
"It's fine." he didn't listen and just grabbed his keys from the hook so he could drive you to school.
He knew you and your mother were not on great terms as of late, but he wanted to take it upon himself to be of some type of assistance to you cause he could obviously see that you weren't feeling all that well lately and what type of person would he have to be to just sit on the sidelines and watch someone go through something like that alone?
"Come on!" He held the front door open for you.
Needless to say, the whole car ride was dead silent. It wasn't that you didn't want to talk to him. It was just weird because he was basically a whole stranger driving you to school.
He put on some music to make the silence less awkward. He occasionally hummed along while tapping the steering wheel.
After maybe eight minutes, give or take, you two arrived. He pulled right up to the curb, unlocking your door so you could get out.
"See you later. Have fun!" He gave you a small wave while you thanked him for dropping you.
There was still at least half an hour before he had work, so he stopped to grab some breakfast for himself.
He dialed his wife's number and frowned. When the call went to voicemail, he assumed she was probably still asleep.
So he texted her instead.
Heeseung: Morning, baby! I miss you :(
He took a picture of the lousy breakfast sandwich he got. The bread was limp, the bacon was undercooked, and the egg tasted fake.
He chuckled and sent it to his wife.
Heeseung: Not even close to being as good as the one you make.
After the second bite, he didn't even bother finishing it, and he opened up the text messages with his wife again.
Heeseung: I'm missing you so bad right now, and it's not even afternoon. Baby, call me when you get this.
He put his phone in the passenger seat and drove out of the restaurant parking lot, heading to work.
School was unbearable like it always was, but you were just thankful that it was finally over with. You went upstairs and changed out of your old bandages. Luckily, nothing was infected, but it still looked like it'd take a little while to heal.
You changed into some comfortable clothes and lay down in bed. You would have cried, but you had no more tears left to cry.
The cycle had been going on for so long that you grew accustomed to it. It was just another part of your tiresome routine.
You tucked yourself inside your blanket and sighed deeply before shutting your eyes and drifting off to sleep.
Heeseung was in the middle of working when he got a text from his wife.
Best wife in the whole worldđ: Can't wait for you to get home.
She attached a photo of her in a lacy black outfit with the straps pulled down but not enough to show too much.
He bit his lip when he saw the photo and quickly replied.
Heeseung: My wife looks so sexyđ
Best wife in the whole worldđ: Hurry home soon.
Heeseung: You got it, baby. I'm gonna see if I can get out early tonight just for youđ
She left his text on read, and he shut his phone off so he could focus back on his work.
Five hours passed quicker than he expected, and he did get his work finished in time so he could leave a little sooner.
Heeseung: On my way, baby. I can't wait to see you.
He texted on his way to his car. He unlocked the door and put on his seat belt, heading home after another stressful day of work.
"Baby!" He called out while he loosened his tie and slipped his shoes off at the door.
He went to the kitchen, setting his suitcase on the table and hanging his jacket on the back of the chair. "Baby?" He called while walking upstairs and opened his bedroom door. "Baby, I'm ho-" he stopped mid-sentence when he saw that she was already fast asleep. "Are you kidding me?" He whined as he closed the door and went back downstairs. "So much for that idea," he sighed as he went to the kitchen to make some ramen for himself. Since it was still early, he decided to watch some TV until he felt sleepy.
You stirred in your sleep and rolled over on your bed, opening your eyes to see your alarm clock that read half past midnight.
You turned on your back and sighed while staring at the ceiling. You knew you shouldn't be eating this late, but you felt extremely hungry cause, after all, you did only eat one time today.
You went downstairs to make a midnight snack. Once you reached the end of the stairs, you noticed the lights were off, but the TV was still on. Your eyes traveled to the couch, where you saw heeseung lying down fast asleep.
With a tiny shake of your head, you went to the refrigerator, grabbing an apple, taking a bite while going to the living room, and turning off the TV before draping a blanket over heeseung's exhausted-looking body.
You went back to bed and finished your apple. There wasn't much to do other than a little more homework, and when that was all finished, you curled back up in your bed and went back to sleep for the night.
This same boring pattern repeated itself. Your mom was always out of the house spending heeseung's money that she stole from him right under his nose. heeseung would go to work, come home late, and go to sleep on the sofa while you went to school, did homework, and went to sleep.
Heeseung was currently sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for his wife to come down.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat when he heard yelling upstairs. He started to go up there, but he already knew what the outcome would be. "She's not your daughter. You don't know what's best for her, blah blah blah."
After a couple of minutes, the yelling had quieted down, and he cleared his throat as his wife came down the stairs. "Is y/n having breakfast with us?" He asked while scrolling through some emails on his phone.
"No," he set his phone aside and looked at his wife.
"Why not?" No matter what was going on between you and your mother, you still made it a point to come down for breakfast every morning, so you skipping these past few days was unusual to him.
"Cause she didn't clean and she barely did any homework, she doesn't deserve a meal," his wife stated, seemingly unbothered.
"BabyâŠ" he sighed. "Don't you think you're being unreasonable here? I understand where you're coming from, but what you're doing is a bit too much."
"Too much?" She scoffed. "What would you know?"
"Yeah, yeah, I already know I'm not her real dad," he said, annoyed, but he didn't have to be a parent to know that what was happening was not right.
"Excuse you? Who do you think you're talking to like that?" She responds, and he can tell from her tone that she was starting to get annoyed, too.
"I didn't mean it like that, oka-" he tried to explain himself but got interrupted.
"No, I think that's exactly how you meant it." She tossed her dishcloth on the table. "You're taking her side over mine."
"I never said anything about sides. You're getting me all wrong here. All I'm saying is to go easy on her," he reasoned calmly. The last thing he wanted was to argue this early in the morning.
"She's already a lost cause. Going easy on her would make her completely useless," she says, unrelenting with her hateful words towards you.
Heeseung's face morphed in absolute disgust at the distasteful words coming from his wife's mouth. How could someone talk about their own daughter that way? He wasn't even your real dad, and he would never talk about you like that to anyone, let alone his significant other. "Well, I'm sure if you just helped her out here and there, it might not be that way," he said dryly.
"So you're saying this is my fault?" She twisted his words once again.
"You're putting words into my mouth. What I'm saying is maybe try helping her out a bit, that's all." he put his hands up in defense.
"No one ever helped me, and I turned out perfectly fine.â She just comes up with excuse after excuse.
"Really? First of all, she's not you, and all I've ever seen was her politely asking for your help. She's trying, but when you shut her down and tell her that she's useless, how do you think she's going to feel? I sure know I wouldn't be motivated by that" if the conversation kept going in this direction. It was only a matter of time before things got out of hand.
"You really must be dumb to think that way," she mumbles under her breath.
"What did you just say to me?" He stood up from his chair and walked over to where she was standing.
She stood up straight and stared him in the face, repeating her words. "I said you must be du-"
"Do not dare say that to me again. You're under my roof, and I've never once said one thing disrespectful to you." he looked at her with a cold stare in his eyes. "Now I'm done having this conversation with you. Go get y/n, and I don't want to hear another word from you."
Her eyes shook in fear as he made his way back to his chair, and she scampered upstairs to tell you that breakfast would be ready soon.
You came downstairs a few minutes later and sat at the table per your mother's request. You picked your fork up timidly, and heeseung didn't miss the way your hands shook when you lifted the fork to your lips.
He sighed and glared at his wife, shaking his head in disapproval. "So, y/n, how are you doing with school? Do you have any homework you need help with?"
Your mother scoffed and rolled her eyes, and you just stayed silent.
Heeseung patted your shoulder, encouraging you to speak. Your eyes flickered over to your mom, and she was already looking at you with an evil glare.
You quickly shook heeseung's hand off your shoulder. "I-it's fine, I-I'm fine," you stuttered nervously.
"Y/n, will you excuse us?" Heeseung asked you, and you nodded your head timidly. "Babe, I need to have a word with you upstairs." he sat up from his seat and walked upstairs with his wife following soon after.
"You mind telling me what the hell is going on?" Heeseung asked as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded.
"Nothing to concern yourself wi-"
"That's bullshit, and you know it!" Heeseung cut her off.
You were still at the table when you heard heeseung yelling from upstairs. You flinched and wrapped your arms around your body attempting to somewhat comfort yourself.
"She's afraid to even come downstairs. She was literally shaking at the table. What the fuck did you say to her?" He asked as he felt his anger rising.
"I didn't say anything," his wife replied carelessly.
"So she's just been avoiding you for no reason. Is that what you're telling me?" He says losing his temper.
"I'll tell you the reason it's cause she doesn't want to be responsible. She fails all her tests, her room is filthy, and she doesn't take care of anything around the house," she continues with her same old reasoning.
Heeseung sighed in frustration. "At this point, I don't know what to tell you cause everything I say is going in one ear and out the other."
"I understand what you're saying perfectly fine you're taking that bitches side over mine!" she shouts.
"Don't call her that again!" His voice was so loud it easily overpowered hers.
You covered your ears and ran upstairs, locking yourself in your room and hiding under your covers. It felt like deja vu all over again when your mom and dad used to fight. Even though your dad left you and they were divorced, it felt like you were in that same situation all over again.
Heeseung instantly regretted getting loud like that, and when he saw the scared look on his wife's face, he quickly apologized. "Babe, I'm sorry." he walked closer to her and wrapped his arms around her shaking body. "Shh, please don't cry, baby. I'm so sorry." he rubbed her back softly as she encircled her arms around his waist. "Look at me, sweetheart." he gripped her chin with his thumb and index finger tilting her head up so he could look into her watery eyes. "I won't ever lash out on you like that again, okay?" He used his thumb to swipe the tears off her cheeks.
"Okay," she whispers softly.
"Let's just try to get along from now on, yeah?" He pecked her lips, and she nodded her head. "I'm sorry," he pouted. "I'm a big fat jerk, aren't I?" He said to lighten the mood and got a small chuckle from her in response.
"You are," she smiles, knowing her little victim tactic was working on him.
"But I'm your big fat jerk." he smiled and backed her up until she reached the bed frame and laid her down on the bed gently. "Let me make it up to you, yeah?" he whispered and got down on his knees.
"Wait," she sat up on the bed and held his hands.
"What is it, baby?" He gave her a concerned look and rubbed small circles on her thighs.
"It's late. I have to get going." She made an excuse like she always did, just so she didn't have to do anything with him.
"BabyâŠ." He sighed disappointingly as she got up from the bed. "You have to be kidding me." he stood up with a clear look of annoyance on his face.
"Sorry, love, but I have to go, or else I'll be late." She kissed his cheek before leaving the bedroom.
He flopped down on the mattress and sighed. âBye,â he muttered to himself.
Maybe he was overthinking things, but he was starting to feel a bit undesirable. He hadn't had sex with his wife since the wedding, and that was months ago. He didn't want to ever think this way, but he couldn't help it, and he was starting to think he didn't know how to please his woman anymore.
Before the wedding, it was multiple times a week, and he wasn't always the only one initiating either. If anything, she initiated more than he did, but after getting married, his love life seemed nonexistent.
It's almost like the wedding was what made his life complicated. Everything was completely fine before, but now there seemed to be so many other things to account for, and maybe it was his fault for not preparing to have two more people living under his roof, but either way, things had been taking a toll on him lately.
He ran his fingers through his hair and got out of bed, figuring he should probably go check on you after his outburst earlier.
âY/n?â He knocked on your door softly, waiting for you to answer.
"Y-yeah?" You stuttered, still a bit shaken from what happened earlier.
"I'm sorry about earlier. Can I come in?" He rested his forehead on the door when you didn't respond. He sighed before opening it, and he felt terrible when he saw you balled up under the blankets.
He invited himself in and sat down at the foot of your bed. "Your mom left a little while ago, but I want to apologize on her behalf and for what I did earlier." You instantly felt relieved when you found out that your mom was gone, but it'd take a while for you to get over what just occurred. "We patched things up, so don't worry, okay?"
He patted your shoulder before getting up from your bed and walking to the door. "I took the day off from work, so if you need anything, I'll be here." he gave you a half smile and left you alone just in case you wanted some time to yourself.
He went back to his room and took off his work clothes, after calling in, stripping down to nothing but his underwear before lying down on the bed.
Deciding to kill some time he scrolled through his phone for a while. And after that got boring, he turned it off opting to read a book instead.
Some hours had passed since heeseung came to check on you, and you were feeling a lot better. You were glad to know that he and your mom were able to talk things out cause you wouldn't be able to take getting yelled at by your mom and having to hear her yell at him, too.
You looked to your left, and it was the same old story a stack of homework needed to be done, but since heeseung was willing to help you, you decided to take him up on his offer if he was still awake that is.
Heeseung sighed as he set the book he was reading aside. He was bored out of his mind. You were mad at him, and his wife was gone, and there was nothing else to do.
But there was actually one thing he could do since he finally did have some alone time. He wasn't going to let it go to waste. Besides, he was stressed, and he needed some relief cause his wife wasn't doing it for him.
A feeling of guilt rose in his chest for getting off without his wife, but he couldn't wait any longer cause she had been putting him off for months now.
He placed his hand over his crotch and pressed down gently, hissing from the sensitivity when he felt himself shiver from the slight touch. He realized just how long itâs been since he last masturbated.
Shimmying out of his boxers, he revealed his soft cock squeezing his base and working his hand lower until he reached the tip. "Fuckâ he breathed out as he swirled his palm around the head of his cock softly.
Reaching inside his bedside drawer he pulled out a bottle of lotion, pumping a few squirts in his hand, rubbing it up and down, coating his thick length.
"Mmm, that's so good" he tilted his head to the side slightly and pursed his lips as he watched his dick getting harder with every stroke.
He pumped his length faster, groaning quietly as sticky sounds filled up his quiet bedroom.
He licked the pad of his index finger and placed it on his left nipple, rubbing it in small circles. âJust like thatâ he bucked his hips up and fucked his cock into his fist.
He swallowed thickly, forehead damp with sweat already as he circled the tip with his thumb and index finger, jerking his cock faster and faster. âOh shit,â he moaned, slowing his pace, panting as he edged himself and biting on his lip while squeezing his balls with his left hand.
His hips jerked upward, and he couldnât resist the urge to fuck into his palm faster. He brought his hand up to his mouth and spit on it, smearing the sticky substance all over his full sack. âOh my fucking god,â he breathed out shakily. âFuck meâ he kept going and going until the feeling of arousal in the pit of his stomach was seconds away from bursting.
You went down the hall quietly and decided to just peek inside his door in case he was asleep cause you didnât want to bother him with your problems. âFuck fuck fuckâ you heard as soon as you opened his door. You gasped at the sight before your eyes, covering your mouth as you stood there frozen in the doorway.
âY/n?â He looked at you wide-eyed, confused and panicked when he saw you standing in the doorway. By the time he noticed you, it was far too late, and he couldnât stop himself from cumming long white spurts of cum. âMmh fuck!â he whimpered at the feeling, his abdomen tightening as he tried to grab his blankets and cover up the rest of his release.
You watched as thick ropes of cum shot out of his pink tip, and that must have brought you back to reality cause you ran back to your room, clutching your heart while trying to catch your breath.
Heeseung rested his head against the backboard of his bed, panting loudly. âFuckâ he knew he really screwed up by not locking the door, but he thought youâd be asleep by now.
He had an internal debate with himself about whether he should go and talk to you or just leave it be, but he supposed he should get it over with while it was still fresh cause the longer he avoided it, the more awkward it would be, and he didnât want you dodging him because you had caught him touching himself.
He got out of bed and went to the bathroom, putting a clean rag underneath the faucet and running warm water on it to wipe his shaft clean before changing into a new pair of boxers and shorts, along with a shirt.
He prayed that he didnât scar you with that image, and not to say itâd make it any better, but the fact you came in right as he was cumming was like the worst-case scenario.
âThatâs so embarrassing,â he facepalmed and knocked on your door.
You sat on your bed replaying that image of your stepdad over and over again, seemingly not being able to get the sight of his cock out of your mind, and you felt so terrible cause you think deep down there was a part of you that actually enjoyed seeing him like that.
The more you thought about it, the louder the words your mother called you rang in your head, and maybe she was right about you. Maybe you were just a slut cause what kind of step daughter would look at her stepdad in a sexual way.
You buried your face in your hands but quickly sat up straight when the knock on your door brought you back to reality. âY/n, about what happened just now, Iâm uhh, Iâm really sorry,â he scratched the tip of his nose uncomfortably while standing in your doorway.
You did your utmost best to hide the flustered look on your face. You understood why he was apologizing, but he didnât need to cause to you there was nothing to apologize for, at least not to you anyway. âItâs okay,â you smiled at him shyly.
âSo, did you need me for something?â He asked and clears his throat, hoping to gloss over the whole situation entirely.
You nodded and showed him your homework. He was thankful that you still even wanted to be around him after what you saw, and he was more than willing to help you out.
âOkay, letâs get started then.â he sat next to you like the other night, but something about the way his knee was brushing your thigh made a little something stir inside you.
You could hardly focus on what he was teaching you cause you were too busy staring at his body. You could see his hard nipples peeking through his white t-shirt, and your eyes flashed to his smooth-looking thighs. His shorts had ridden up a bit, revealing the flesh to your eyes.
âAre you getting the hang of it a little better now?â He asked once he finished explaining, and you shook your head back and forth as he just smiled and dropped his head in defeat. âWell, itâs getting late. Would you like to pick this up tomorrow night after I get home from work?â
âSure,â you agreed with a small smile. âGoodnight, heeseung,â you whispered shyly.
He turned around and looked at you with a pleasant smile on his face. âGoodnight, y/n. Get some rest, okay?â You nodded, and he closed your door, going back inside his room to an empty bed, but he wasnât expecting any less. He took off his shorts and laid down on the bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit his pillow.
âWow, itâs only eleven, and weâre already done,â heeseung smiled at you. He had just gotten off of work and was helping you with your homework like he promised you last night. âIâm proud of you, kiddo.â he patted your head like you were a little kid, and you pouted. âNow, next week, I want you to finish at least half, and Iâll do the other half deal?â
âOnly if you stay a little longer,â you said and inched closer to him. To your luck, he didnât seem to notice.
âWhy?â He asked to his knowledge all your work was done.
âJust help me organize a little,â you said sheepishly.
âFine, okay, but promise me youâll clean your room after? It looks like a tornado came by,â he laughed.
âStop,â you giggled and pushed his shoulder.
He smiled at the simple interaction between the two of you, feeling happy that you were finally opening up to him and accepting him in your life.
âFine, Iâll be quiet.â he put his hands up in defense while laughing softly.
After you were both done organizing all the mess, heeseungâs phone vibrated in his pocket. âHey baby,â he answers the phone while holding up his finger for you to give him a minute. âNot for another hour?â he frowned. âOkay, Iâll see you later, love,â he hung up the phone. âThat was your mom. She said she wonât be back until later, soâŠâ he said sadly. He knew she was busy working on her own things, but the constant coming home late for the past few months was getting to be quite annoying to him.
The time he had with his wife was basically nothing. He was starting to feel lonely every single day and night. The only thing that kinda cheered him up was coming home and getting closer to you, but that didnât make up for all the lost time with his lover.
You noticed his sad expression, and you felt bad cause you knew exactly how he was feeling. One thing you knew about your mother was every day after work, she went out to drink, leaving you sad and alone, before she met heeseung, she hooked up with men at the bar, and youâre sure she is still doing that to this very day cause nothing about her has changed, not even after getting married to a guy like heeseung.
She was a lost cause ever since the day youâve known her. Maybe thatâs why your real dad divorced her, but you canât say you thought very highly of him because he left you all alone with her.
While heeseung was sulking at her absence, she was probably wasted and in the passenger seat of some random guy's car. Thatâs just the type of girl your mom was, sadly.
You still donât understand how she managed to get a guy like heeseung, so far from what youâve seen. He was sweet, caring, and thoughtful. You hadnât known him for long, but he seemed like a good man.
And you knew it would probably crush him if he found out that she was stealing money from his drawer behind his back and talking about him to her friends. You didnât have the heart to tell him either besides, it wasnât your business to get into. âIâm actually not feeling too well.â he left your room quietly with his head hung low.
Since he was always trying to cheer you up, you decided to return the favor since he liked the dinner you made for him the other day you were going to cook for him. You knew he always ate out most of the time, and that wasnât nurturing for a hard-working man like himself.
You left your room and knocked on his door. âHey, Iâm gonna go out for a while, just so you know,â you informed him.
âWant me to drive you? I donât mind,â he suggests.
âNope, Iâm good.â You politely refuse his offer cause you just wanted him to have a break.
âOh,â he sighed, feeling even more useless than he usually does. âBe safe, yeah?â
âI will!â You smiled and shut his door.
âI guess Iâm not needed by anyone,â he mutters to himself, and he canât help but overthink things about his relationship and marriage with his wife. Things had just been progressively going downhill, and he didnât even know why. âWhatever.â he rubbed his eyes and laid back on his bed. There was nothing else to do, so he decided he might as well get some rest for work tomorrow.
About an hour later, he unfortunately woke up from his nap and went downstairs to see you in the kitchen. âMom not home yet?â He asks as he sat down at the kitchen table.
You shook your head back and forth, and you were getting slightly annoyed by him talking about her all day. âI cooked dinner for you since sheâs not here to do it for you,â you added to show him that you could be there for him when she wasnât.
âWow, okay!â He laughed. âWell, this is a pleasant surprise,â he said once you placed the plate down in front of him.
You bit your lip to hide your satisfied smile. âIâm glad.â You poured him a glass of water and sat it down next to his plate.
âThank you,â he grinned before digging into the food you cooked for him. âMmm, itâs good.â he nodded his head approvingly as he piled up his fork with another big bite.
âYouâre welcome.â You walked behind his chair and placed your hands on his big shoulders, giving him a small massage.
âOh,â he chuckled airily. âWhat did I do to deserve this king treatment?â He asked with an amused tone.
âOh, nothing. Youâre just always doing things for me, so I decided to return the favor.â You used the pads of your thumbs to massage out the tension in his neck.
âItâs nothing for me, really, so you donât need to,â he assures.
âBut I want to,â you whisper and place your hands lower on his back.
âMmm, that feels so good,â he sighed in relief as his eyes fell shut.
âYeah?â You applied more pressure, and he groaned when you hit an extra sore spot.
âYeah, it does feel good.â he leaned forward in his chair so you could reach further down his back. Itâs been a really, really long time since heâs gotten a massage, and your hands worked wonders on him. âReally goodâ
Once you got done with his back, you trailed your hands around his waist and up his wide chest, massaging his hard pecs.
Though what you were doing felt good, it was a bit awkward for him, and it didnât feel quite right. âUmm, arenât you gonna eat?â He asked you. âI mean, your food will probably get cold, so you should eat.â he cleared his throat as you sat down at the table. âThanks again for this.â he smiled at you, but you didnât look at him because of the way he basically told you off.
You ate in silence, and once you were done, you went to your room and left him at the table, confused once again by your ever-changing behavior towards him.
After that initial strangeness on your end, you and heeseung started to get along better despite your little mood changes whenever he brought up your mom. You knew he was married to her, but she didnât act like his wife nor service him the way you did, so why wasnât he looking at you? You did everything and more for him, but you still werenât getting the affection from him that you craved.
You wanted him to praise you for doing your homework and tell you you did a good job when you cleaned, but he merely thanked you and went on about his day. You knew it was irrational to want him to feel the same way you felt about him for you.
But you couldnât help it, and you chalked it up to having a terrible childhood. You didnât get love from your parents, and you always got bullied at school, so when the first person started showing you any ounce of decency, you wanted more and more, and you were willing to do whatever it took to make heeseung notice your efforts.
And since your mom was going on vacation today, this would be the perfect time to make your move.
âWhy do you never tell me about these things?!â Heeseung shouted at his wife angrily. âAll you do is run out of the house. You barely tell me what youâre doing, and you ignore me all the time.â So much for not lashing out again, but after weeks of his wifeâs absence, could he even be at fault for getting angry anymore?
âBaby, I know itâs sudden, but it was for me too, okay? Iâll tell you everything next time. I promise Iâll let you know all my schedules a week in advance,â she told him calmly.
Truth be told, she didnât have any schedules. Her âschedulesâ were simply hanging out with friends or strange men til ungodly hours of the night.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. âI know, I know. Iâm sorry for yelling again.â he frowned. âIâm just so stressed with work, and when I get home, youâre gone, baby. Iâve just been missing you so bad lately.â he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, savoring the last moment with her until she left for a whole week. âJust make sure to answer my calls, okay? And donât leave me on read. You know I hate that more than anything,â he chuckled.
âI promise I will.â he pecked her lips softly.
âDonât go,â he whined. âWouldnât it look better attending your event with a charming rich husband hanging off your arm?â He laughed.
âRight.â She rolled her eyes playfully and laughed. âPlus, you have work.â
âUgh, donât remind me.â he cupped her cheeks in his hands and pressed one long kiss to her lips. âIâm gonna miss you.â
âI know, baby, me too, but I have to go.â She pried his arms off of her waist and grabbed her bags.
âLet me help you.â he tried to grab the suitcase, but she took it from him.
âThanks, babe, but I have it, okay?â She rushed out.
âOkay, have fun and be safe,â he rambled as she was making her way out the door. âI love you!â He shouted as the door shut. He walked over to the windows and watched her loading up the car and backing out of the driveway.
Sitting down on the bed, he let out a long sigh, something heâs noticed heâs been doing a lot recently. This was going to be one tough week without her.
Only two days had gone by, and heeseung felt like he was going to go crazy. It was already bad enough that he didnât get to see her after work, but not seeing her at all or being able to cuddle at night was killing him.
What made it all worse was that she did the very thing he hated the most, leaving his messages on read and not answering his calls.
He wasnât extremely clingy or needy, not to his knowledge anyway, but one thing that grinds his gears was being ignored, and his wife had been doing just that.
He went to his contacts before he could tap the call option. An incoming call from his wife showed up, and his face lit up. âBaby!â He answers the phone happily.
She didnât genuinely call him cause she cared. She just wanted him to stop blowing up her phone, especially around company. âHey babeâ
âI miss you. I was just about to call you. Howâs everything been?â He smiled faintly at the sound of her voice, and he felt relieved cause she actually made it a point to call him instead of waiting for him to initiate.
âItâs good, but I have to stay another week to finish some business,â she lied.
âYou have to be kidding me? I canât wait for you that long. I need to see you,â he said in a whiny tone.
âYou will love, I promise. I have to come back for a few hours and pick up some things, so youâll see me this week,â she cheers, but it couldnât be more fake.
âThank god, I feel like Iâm going crazy without you,â he pouted.
âAww, youâre such a lover, boy.â she put her phone on speaker and let her friends hear. They all knew her situation, and they just thought it was funny how heeseung let her use him so blindly.
âYes, I am, but only for you, baby, you know that,â she muted the phone while she and her friends laughed hysterically at his sappy sayings. âBaby?â He asked when she didnât answer. The phone was still connected, so he waited for her a bit.
âOf course, I know. I have to go now, see you next week bye,â she hung up.
âBye, love,â the call ended quickly, and he smiled at the thought of seeing her this week. âCome home soon,â he said to himself and picked up the picture frame of him and his wife together on their wedding day.
Even though you had all this time alone with heeseung, he was always either at work or asleep, and when you asked him for help with your homework, he just told you he was too tired to help you out this week.
So, the whole week went by without you getting him to give you his undivided attention.
But that wasnât enough to make you stop.
For the rest of the time that your mother was away, you washed, dried, and ironed his suits for him every morning. You made sure he went to work with a full stomach and a clean suit. You even went as far as to run him occasional baths so he could relax when he got home from work. âThanks for the bath.â he came into the kitchen with a towel around his shoulders.
âNo problem,â you smiled once he sat down at the dinner table.
You went to grab a fork out of the drawer for him, and you pretended to drop it on the floor so you could bend over and give him a peek up your tiny shorts.
His eyes flickered down for a moment before he focused on the plate of food in front of him.
Once you finally grabbed it, you turned around and smiled at him. âSorry,â you whisper and grab a new set of utensils for him. âHere you are.â he smiled in appreciation while you took a seat.
âItâs hot in here.â You pulled down the zipper on your grey hoodie, revealing the top of your cleavage to him as you fanned your chest and moved your hair to the side. âAre you hot?â You ask innocently.
âNo, no, Iâm good.â he kept his eyes glued to his plate and cleared his throat.
âIâm like really hot,â you exclaim and take off your hoodie, leaving you with nothing but a sports bra on that showed your perky nipples through.
He shook his head and tried to erase the image he had just seen, but unfortunately, it didnât work. He doesnât even know why he was looking in the first place, but it was hard not to when you literally had your tits pushed into his view. âSorry Iâve been so busy this week, but Iâll be able to help you out a little more next week.â he averted his eyes and started a conversation to distract himself.
âTake your time. Thereâs no rush,â you assured him and placed your hand on the back of his, leaving it there for a few moments too long.
He chuckled awkwardly and moved his hand away from you. âYeah, you know it is a bit hot. Iâm just gonna take this to my room.â he got up and took his plate and glass with him.
He doesnât know if his mind was just in the gutter, or you were just being overly nice, or the fact he hadnât been intimate with his wife, but no matter the case, it just didnât feel right having you be that affectionate towards him, sure he wanted to get close with you but not that close.
He was very appreciative of the things you did for him, but at the same time, there needed to be some boundaries cause he canât think of a logical reason for your treatment towards him lately. As bad as it sounds, It was almost like you were coming on to him, and in his sad, lonely state, he could almost feel himself breaking and giving in to you. âWhat am I thinking?â He rubbed at his temples, trying to get rid of the forming headache. âSheâs just nice to me, thatâs all,â he convinced himself and erased it from his mind, trying to pretend nothing odd was happening between the two of you.
âIs there a reason you answered none of my calls?â He spoke to his wife while she was busy packing and not paying any attention to him. She had just got back, and she was already leaving again.
âIâm busy. I canât be here twenty-four seven and answering you at your every call,â she said, annoyed.
âIâm not asking you to answer my every call. Iâm just saying maybe you could text me and at least tell me youâre alright.â he followed her from room to room so he could get the answers that heâs been wanting for the last couple of months.
âSorry, when we got married, I didnât know I was signing up to be your right hand,â she scoffed.
âYouâre fucking kidding me right now. You make it seem like Iâm just calling you all the time,â heeseung defends himself.
âYou do. Itâs been one week, and there are more than fifty calls from you. Itâs annoying when Iâm dealing with my own life,â she groans.
âWell, baby, Iâm sorry. Iâm not trying to be that way,â his tone softened. âYou know that, right?â
âI donât want an apology. I just want you to let me breathe a little.â
âWell, I miss my wife, okay? All I do is sleep and go to work, and at night, I just want to spend time with my girl. Is that really asking so much?â His temper rose once again.
âI really just need to pack right now, okay? Now please move,â she brushed past him.
âNo! You always do this. Just run out whenever you feel like it. You donât ever tell me shit. I mean, come on, youâre daughter is fucking here alone, and you have nothing to say to her after youâve been gone for a whole week? I canât be the fucking crazy one here,â he yells in frustration.
âI said Iâm busy!â She screamed and slapped him across his face.
He looked at her in utter disbelief, the harsh slap echoing throughout the bedroom as the once-heated room began to cool down.
He held his cheek in his palm, and he was at a loss for words. âIâm so sick of you acting like you know everything. You donât know shit youâre just a pathetic excuse for a man.â
âBaby, come on, you donât mean that,â he said quietly. He could get loud sometimes, but he was still very fragile at heart.
âIâm starting to, canât believe I married someone like you in the first place.â The longer she spoke, the more hurtful her words became.
He could almost hear his heart breaking into a million little pieces as he blankly stared at her, packing up her things. âB-but you still love me, right, babe? Youâre just saying that because youâre angry, you donât mean it.â he felt himself becoming weaker and weaker by the second.
âHeeseung, not now. Iâm running late as it is.â Deciding to ignore his question, she zipped up her suitcase and started preparing to head out.
âWhat did you call me?â After they both got married, she never called him anything but babe or baby, so to hear his real name falling from her lips absolutely broke him.
She stood up straight and huffed out a heavy breath. âIâm not going to tell you again. Just leave me alone, and weâll talk later when I get back.â
âO-okay.â he nodded quietly and sat on the bed so he wouldnât get in her way as he watched her pack up the rest of her things. He wanted to tell her that he loved her so much before she left, but the words just didnât come out.
Hours passed by, and he was still just sitting there blankly staring at the wall, wondering what this meant for his marriage.
Years of love and happiness were nowhere to be found these past few months, and he couldnât help but think this was the beginning of the end of his marriage.
He ran his thumb over the gold band on his ring finger as a tear escaped from his eye.
He quickly composed himself when you walked in his room. âI heard what happened just now. Is everything alright?â
âIâm fine, just donât bother me right now,â he said coldly.
You frowned and closed the door, leaving him to sort out his feelings on his own.
After the way he talked to you, you didnât feel like doing much, so you just laid in bed, hoping heâd feel better by tomorrow. You resented your mother even more after the way she treated him. You could see her abusing you cause you were her daughter, and she thought you were a failure, but heeseung never did anything wrong, so what right did she have to treat him so harshly?
You closed your eyes, thinking of ways to cheer him up tomorrow before drifting off to sleep.
Heeseung tried calling his wife the next day just to say he was sorry, but he kept getting the dial tone, so he gave up.
He called in to work again. Thereâs no way he could go to work with this still fresh in his mind cause he couldnât focus, and he knows that would lead to him not getting a thing done.
He heard rustles in the kitchen, and he went downstairs to see what you were up to. âMorning, y/n,â he mumbled while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
âHey, hee, Iâm making breakfast. Would you like some?â He chuckled at the new nickname.
âHee?â It was pretty random for him, but he still thought it was cute.
âYeah, unless you donât like it,â you pouted. âI wonât call you that again.â
âNo, itâs fine. It just surprised me, thatâs all, so whatâs for breakfast?â He joined you at the table.
âYour favoriteâ you served him like you did every other morning. âEnjoy,â you said and winked at him. You went upstairs to grab his laundry and yours so it would be finished by the time he went back to work.
Once you came back, heeseung had finished eating and was sitting on the couch watching TV. âHey, I hope you donât mind. I borrowed one of your shirts since Iâm all out of laundry.â
He turned his head in your direction, eyeing you up and down. âI donât mind at all,â he nods while checking out your exposed chest and your bare thighs.
As wrong as it was, he couldnât deny that you looked absolutely stunning wearing his shirt.
You smiled when you saw him checking you out, and you sat next to him on the couch. âWhat are you watching?â You asked innocently as you brushed your knee against his thigh.
âJust uhh, some show I donât know.â he threw his hand up and let them fall back on his lap softly.
You giggled. âYouâre watching something, and you donât even know what it is?â
âYeah,â he laughed. âI guess so,â he gulped as he looked down at your leg.
He knew damn well what he was watching, but it was hard to even think properly when his shirt was riding up your smooth thighs and just inches away from showing off your underwear.
Fuck, this was so wrong. He excused himself and went to the bathroom to catch a breather. He blamed this on the fact of not getting any for so long, but even he knew that was a trash ass excuse.
He tossed some cool water on his face and dried off with a towel, hoping thatâd give him some type of clarity.
It didnât.
He took out his phone from his pocket and tried to phone his wife, but again, still no answer. But for some reason, deep, deep down, he was almost happy she didnât answer him. âDamn,â he went back to the sofa and sat at least a whole two cushions away from you.
You noticed his distance, but you were determined to get him to finally break for you, so naturally, you moved closer to him once again.
His breath hitched when he saw just how close you were to touching him, and he nearly lost it when you placed your hand on his thigh while focusing on the TV.
A smile finds your lips. When you see how flustered he looks, you can tell he is close to giving in. âI bet youâre tired. Hmm?â You purr next to his ear, subtly stroking his thigh, causing him to release a shaky breath.
âYes,â he tilts his head back and turns to look at you, eyes already glossed over by desire.
âYeah? I bet you just want a break after working so hard?â You use the sweetest tone you can muster while slipping your hand under his shirt and rubbing your palm over his pecs.
âYou have no idea,â he sighs and leans into your touch more.
âI think I have an idea. I havenât heard anything coming from upstairs,â you pout and look at him with a sympathetic expression.
âYour mom's just been busy, thatâs all. I can handle it,â he replied, knowing exactly what you were getting at, and he told a white lie he couldnât handle it.
âI can tell,â you hold in a laugh, referring to the night you had caught him âhandling it.â âWhy donât you let me help?â You placed your hand above his clothed crotch, pressing down on it slightly. âI can see just how unhappy, tired, and lonely you are.â You leaned in and kissed his neck, tipping him off the edge with your words. âIâll do what she doesnât.â You reached inside his pajamas, gripping his shaft, earning a strained groan from him.
Thatâs what did it.
He couldnât resist anymore. You had caught him at his absolute lowest, and at this point, all he wanted was some attention. He just wanted someone to care about him. You were there, and his wife just wasnât.
âYou wanna help your daddy, huh?â The idea that this was wrong completely vanished from his mind in this moment. He didnât care about cheating. How could he when he had his pretty little pliant stepdaughter so eager to make him feel better?
You nodded, getting ready to listen to any and everything that your stepdad desired.
âKeep stroking it, princessâ he lazily spread his legs, giving you more space to work his cock up and down. âWhy do you wanna help me so bad? Hmm, pretty?â His hand came up to your cheek, rubbing it softly.
âCause you deserve it, Daddyâ You bite your lip, arousal already seeping from your untouched cunt as your tiny hand jerks his pulsing shaft. He felt so thick and warm inside your hand.
âThatâs daddyâs good girl.â he laid back, resting his head against the couch, watching you pleasure him.
When you grabbed the waist of his pants, he immediately lifted his hips so you could free his huge leaking cock.
âDaddy,â you gasp from the size of him eyes sparkling when you see just how big he is, and you canât help but stick your tongue out and swipe it over his tip, tasting his salty precum. âHmm, so goodâ you lap at his slit to get another taste.
âYeah?â He chuckles slightly as he cocks an eyebrow tilting his head to the side so he can see the way your tongue swirls around his thick cock head.
You hum, too busy with licking his length to respond properly.
He lifted his shirt up a little higher when you wrapped your lips around him and sunk down halfway, his face automatically scrunching in pleasure.
Strings of saliva trickled down his cock as you forced yourself to take him in deeper, hollowing your cheeks and making sure not to scrape him with your teeth. âFuck princess, youâre sucking daddy so g-goodâ his hand was placed on the back of your head, stroking your hair as you leaned down further, attempting to take him balls deep only to gag once you got a little more than halfway. âOh shit,â he grunted as your throat tightened up on his cock. The sound of you gagging on his length was like music to his ears. âThatâs daddyâs good little girl,â you moaned as you tried to take him again, but he was so big that you choked every single time you tried. But judging by his quick breaths and moans, you must have been doing something he liked.
You held onto his thighs, pulling off his length gripping his base, and tapping his tip on your tongue before encasing his hard cock again. âThere you go precious, take my dickâ he slowly bucked his hips up fucking into your throat, making you gag every time his tip met your tonsils. âGonna make your daddy cumâ he throat fucked you faster, deeper rougher as your nails dug into his thighs. The slight pain only added more to the pleasure as he pushed your head down until your bottom lip kissed his balls.
You almost felt like you were going to regurgitate, but you wanted to please him, so you did your best to hold it down as you felt him twitching in your mouth.
His rough thrusts came to a stop finally after his cock had rubbed your throat raw. âCumming!â You could barely register his words before you felt his thick, creamy seed squirting down your throat and spilling on your tongue. âSwallow princess,â his breath was unsteady as he rolled his hips, riding out his high while you drank his cum like a good little obedient stepdaughter. âThatâs my girl,â he smiles, pulling you off his softening cock and turning your face to him so he could kiss you. âCome here,â he whispers, and you barely comprehend what he says, but your body slowly moves closer to him when you see him awaiting your kiss. âHmm,â he moans, feeling your hot mouth on his and the strong taste of his cum still lingering in your mouth.
You whimper into the kiss, and he grips your waist, easily lifting you up and placing your core right on top of his cock. âDaddy,â you mewl when you feel his hot length pressed between your pussy lips, and you canât control your hips as you start grinding on him.
âNaughtyâ he nibbles your bottom lip and grabs your ass with his big hands to guide your delicate body over his hardening girth. âWanna ride me, is that it?â He groans against your neck, stealing a few kisses while he waits for your answer.
âMmm, yes, daddy.â you werenât even sure what you were asking for. Youâve never been with a guy before cause your mother always forbade you, so all this was new to you, but the feeling of wanting something inside of you was so strong that you couldnât help but say yes.
âLet daddy make you feel good first.â he grabbed your thighs, lifting you up and switching positions on the couch. He stood up for a moment, pulling his pants off the rest of the way and ripping his shirt off.
As you lay on the couch, getting the full view of his bare body, you canât help but gush arousal from your core, and you realize the little glimpse of him you got when you caught him touching himself left so so much more to be desired.
Once he got down on his knees, he spread your legs open and wasted no time burying his face deep into your soaking clothed core, inhaling your strong scent. âYou smell so fucking amazingâ his eyes nearly roll back in his head once he sniffs you again.
You squirmed on the couch from his words, feeling embarrassed. âBaby wasnât so shy to suck daddy off earlier,â he teased, gripping your shorts and pulling them down like you did to him minutes ago. You followed his lead, raising your hips up so he could strip you of your clothing, and just the sight of your little pussy clenching and unclenching around nothing had him throbbing so hard. âYouâre really wet,â he whispers in complete awe of the translucent liquid staining your little hole and thighs. You looked so pretty he wished he could take a picture to capture this moment forever. âYou must really like sucking your stepdad off, huh?â He chuckled darkly, leaving you to feel embarrassed yet turned on at the same time.
âYes,â you reply. He wasnât expecting you to even say anything back, but he wasnât disappointed either.
âThatâs my girl,â he smirked and rubbed over your thighs with his warm hands, getting you nice and comfortable kissing on your inner thighs to get you loosened up a bit more.
You shivered at every single one of his touches, only getting wetter by the second, you bit your lips, whimpering needily as your body began to grow impatient with need for your stepdad.
âDaddyâs gonna make you feel so good, pretty.â Those were his last words before his head got lost between your thighs as he slowly tongued down your dripping folds.
âOh, Daddy.â The loud moan coming from your lips makes him chuckle, sending a little vibration through your core, which gains another unfiltered moan from you. Luckily for you both, he has a mansion cause if he didnât, those two screams alone would have wakened the neighbors.
He reached his hands under your shirt, gripping your soft mounds, adding to the already mind-numbing pleasure.
You placed your hands over his as he fondled your breasts. âFuck heeseungâ his eyes fell shut when you said his name, and he was so close to humping the sofa to relieve the built up tension between his legs, but he wanted to hold it so he could cum in you after he ate you out.
Youâre so lost in pleasure that you mindlessly roll your hips, rubbing your clit on his perfect pointy nose while he slurps your yummy wetness. âKeep fucking daddyâs face,â he rasps against your core. Thatâs what made you notice what you had been doing the whole time, and to say you were embarrassed would be a huge understatement, but you couldnât stop rolling your hips cause his face and tongue felt so good.
He dropped one of his hands between your legs, easily finding your hole and sticking a finger knuckle deep into your wet heat.
âO-oh,â all the air got sucked from your body when you felt his digit invading your insides, and you rode his finger, eyes rolling back while you focused on the delicious feeling of something being so deep inside you, your own fingers never satisfied you the way his were right now.
He looked up from between your legs, eyeing your blissed-out state, the sight making his cock stiff as he plunged another finger inside you, desperate to see and hear your reactions to what he was doing to you.
âMmh fuck!â you cried when you felt your walls being stretched open more than they ever had before. âIt feels s-so good, Daddyâ You close your eyes, too far gone to even care that youâre now shamelessly fucking his face and fingers as you run a hand through his hair.
He wouldnât have it any other way, and the suspicion he once had about himself not being able to please a woman quickly went out the window as he saw you in complete euphoria.
He pumped your tight hole full of his digits, curling them up and caressing your upper walls to bring you the utmost satisfaction. He laid his tongue flat on your clit, and you swore you saw stars heat flooded your whole body, a weight forming in your lower stomach and your body quivering intensely.
All it took was one glance between your legs and the tip of his skilled tongue flicking on your clit to make you clamp down on his fingers as your high took over your entire body. âFuck fuck!â He hummed, encouraging you to let yourself go as you creamed his fingers with your milky white release.
He kissed your clit, praising you as your walls finally let go of his fingers. âMy good girl cumming on daddyâs fingers,â he hums. âCanât get enough of you, princess, tastes too fucking good,â he mumbled into your core, licking up all your sticky wetness until you were clean and covered in nothing but his stringy spit.
âH-heeseung,â you pant his name in broken syllables, trying to regain your composure.
âDid you like cumming on my fingers, pretty?â He laughs softly.
You nod, too shy to tell him how you really feel. âSo shy,â he grins and kisses each of your thighs softly. âAdorableâ
He stands up off the carpet sitting next to you on the couch once again, setting you down on top of his dick, only this time youâre without your underwear. âYou ready for me?â He smirks, feeling your pussy throbbing on top of his dick, knowing you want it.
You nod and immediately hide your face in his neck, which he finds adorable. Heâd never seen someone so shy yet so eager for him. âDaddyâs girl,â he puts his hands on your waist, grinding you back and forth, lubing up his dick for you to sink down on as he wraps his arm around you holding you up slightly so he can slip his cock in your hole. âReady, princess?â he whispers in your ear, his tip positioned at your opening.
He waits a moment and soon withdraws a bit after a minute of waiting for your confirmation. âHey, youâre okay. Look at me.â he held your face in his hands, scanning your worried-looking features. âIf you want to stop, we can,â he said softly and stroked your cheek, eyes filled with nothing but concern.
You felt terrible now cause of his words, the fact that you had led him on without knowing how to please him, and now that he was going to sacrifice his pleasure for your comfort made you feel even worse. âNo, just wanna please you, Daddy.â You roll your hips, but he immediately holds you still.
âYou already did, princess. Just let Daddy clean you up and take care of you.â he kissed your cheek, but you put your hands on his chest, determined to give him what he deserves.
âIâm sorry for disappointing you,â you mumbled. âI wish I could please you, but Iâm a virgin, and I donât know how.â youâre on the brink of tears, fearful that you had let him down or made him upset and your biggest fear was letting yet another person you cared about down.
He looked at you intently, and he couldnât believe what you had said. He was far from upset with you. If anything, he was angry at himself. He didnât know you hadnât been touched by someone else yet, especially cause you were so nice and beautiful. What idiots were passing up someone like you? He wished he had of asked if you were a virgin before doing anything with you cause he could have made your first time so much more special and intimate.
âSorry,â you whisper, tears in your eyes. And his silence was only making it worse.
âNo, princess, donât apologize.â he shushed you and caressed your sides. âIâm not mad at you,â he assured. âIâm mad at myself for not asking and taking my time with you. Give me a kiss.â he leaned in, a sound of approval coming from his mouth when you pulled away. âYou still wanna take care of your Daddy, right?â He smiles when you nod. âThen letâs go upstairs. Let Daddy be the first one to have you. What do you say, hmm? You trust me, right?â
âYes,â he picked you up like nothing and walked up to your room, laying you in your bed.
He quickly shuts the door and locks it just in case while you slip off his shirt from your shoulders. âIâll go slow, okay?â he mutters once heâs on top of you.
You instinctively wrap your legs and arms around him as he bends down, pressing his lips to yours, starting out slow and gradually rutting his cock against your swollen pussy.
He kissed down your jaw and your neck, licking slowly and sensually to build you up for what was to come just so you could come crashing down on his cock when the time comes.
âHee,â whines leave your lips as you etched your nails into his toned back.
He moans on your skin, flicking your earlobe with his tongue, making you shiver before he works his way down to suck your hard nipple into his mouth. âAh ah,â You arch up into him, meeting his slow thrust and rutting yourself on his rock hard dick.
âSo pretty.â He tightly gripped your bedsheets, feeling his need for you grow stronger with each passing second.
A glob of spit falls from his mouth, and he smears it over your tit before sucking it back into his mouth. âSo good.â You place one hand in his hair, the other still on his back as your body silently begs for him to be inside.
Switching to your other nipple with a soft moan, he swirls his tongue in a circle, bringing his hand down to cup your left breast. âSo soft.â his warm breath blows against your chest, making you shiver with need.
âWant moreâ you cry as his length slides through your wet folds. You feel like youâre going to explode if you donât feel him inside you. Though the idea of losing your virginity was scary, the need for him was too strong for you to worry about that, especially when his tip kept poking your hole teasingly.
A relieved sigh leaves his mouth, the words he so badly wanted to hear from you finally coming out. He looks you in the eyes, leaning down to get a taste of your lips one more time. âDaddyâs gonna deflower you now, okay, princess?â You eagerly nod, leaving him with no apprehension as he angles his hips, rutting forward and pressing the head of his cock past your tight entrance.
He grunts from the tightness. Itâs almost unbearable. He can barely move with how you keep clamping down on him, and he already feels like he could cum just from that. âMmm,â he groans, staring at your face, waiting for you to give him any reaction. âAre you okay?â He wills himself to say despite your walls hugging him so tight.
âY-yeah,â you breathe, trying to adjust. He definitely feels big, and you canât deny the stretch is painful, and the pain continues on even when heâs halfway inside or what feels like halfway, but when you look down, you see heâs barely even past the tip, and you feel like youâre going to pass out if you try to take him in all the way. âDaddy,â you moan and squirm beneath him, trying to get him to pull out, but he stays nestled inside you, stroking your cheek and shushing you.
âYouâre doing so good, princess.â With a kiss on your forehead, he bucks his hips, going in deeper. âI swear itâs gonna feel so good soon.â he inches in and out, feeling a little less resistance, but itâs still really tight.
âHee,â you struggle to breathe, gripping tightly onto his biceps from the pain.
âRelax, princess, breatheâ he nudges his nose against your cheek bringing a hand down to your clit to distract you from the slight discomfort. âThatâs it.â he smiles when he hears you moaning softly. âMaking Daddy proud,â he grunts when he feels you squeezing his cock impossibly tight.
Your breath managed to stabilize a bit. Moving your hands to his back, you dig your nails deep into his flesh, trying to hang on for dear life before your orgasm hits. âAll for Daddy.â your high-pitched moans are a sign that youâre really starting to enjoy it now, so he pushed in halfway and stayed still.
âFuck doll, so good for your Daddyâ he looks down, seeing his cock buried in your tiny cunt, and the sight makes drool pool in his mouth. Your wet walls wrapped around him was the best fucking feeling in the whole world. Heâs never felt this good ever. Not even his own wife made him feel this satisfied.
âFeel like Iâm gonna cumâ Your lips pout, and the longer he circles your throbbing clit, the closer you get to having your second high of the night. âIâm cumming!â
âCream on this dick, princess,â he nearly cums with you. The way you grip his cock has his mind in a sub-space. He feels so far gone, too far gone, that just your fluttering walls have him emptying his balls deep inside you. âFuckâ he grunts, his shaft pushing inside you with each rope of gooey cum that paints your walls.
âD-daddy,â you claw at his chest, feeling full to the absolute brim. With the way you squeeze around him so tightly.
âTake daddyâs cumâ he messily kisses the side of your mouth, sticking his tongue inside and exploring you. âYeah? You like that? Being full with daddyâs cumâ he massages your clit, bringing you down from your high as he fills up your hole with every last dribble of cum.
âYes, Daddy.â Your compliance makes him completely melt. He canât understand how youâre so good to him, especially since itâs your first time, and the fact that you were so eager to please him makes him want to please you tenfold.
The slippery, wet sounds coming from your lower half make you tuck away behind your arms, but Heeseung wasnât having none of that. âNo, no, none of that.â he pins your arms above your head, making sure you donât pull something like that again. âYouâre gonna look me in the eyes when I fill you up, understand?â
âUnderstand.â You nod, and it makes him smile above you.
âThatâs daddyâs good girlâ Even after cumming he was still hard. He couldnât seem to get enough of you as he rolled his hips, easily sliding in now due to all the slickness between your bodies. When he bottomed out, you couldnât help but cry continuously in pleasure, your moans encouraging him to speed up his thrust til he found a perfect pace. He pulled out halfway and pushed back in, drawing out more loud moans from you. âSo fucking tight,â he grunts, gripping your wrist tightly above your head while his balls slap against your cum covered ass. âLook at that creamy little pussy swallowing my cock so well.â He moans.
You were writhing on his cock, body quivering in pleasure as you laid there and took what your daddy had to give you like a good girl. âHeeseung,â you said his name weakly. It was all just too much for you to handle. The room felt like it was spinning and everything felt so hot.
âShh, doll, just hold onto me.â he released your arms, and you immediately clung to his body for some type of support and to ground yourself. âThatâs it,â he whispers and kisses your face all over. âSo good for meâ he lowered himself to his elbows, gripping onto the sheets again before fucking into you faster. âAll for meâ
Youâre not even sure what sounds you were making at this point, but you had been completely given over to pleasure as he pounded into you, his sweaty skin clapping against yours and adding to the already filthy sounds in the steamy room. âWant more of daddyâs cum princess?â His hips falter, and this time, you can actually feel him twitching inside you, and it makes your eyes roll back in your head.
âYes, yes, yes! Daddy fuck me full of your cum. Give it to me, please.â Your mouth falls open as little continuous uh sounds leave your lips. Each time his tip kissed your cervix.
âYeah, daddyâs gonna fuck his princess fullâ You clench around him when you hear him grunting as he speeds up his hips fucking into you hard, just how you deserve it. You automatically pull him closer so you can kiss him. If you could even call it a kiss, both of your mouths hung open, moaning loudly as you messily swirl your tongues together.
He thumbs your clit, and you could no longer keep up with the kiss. Despite you not kissing him anymore, he still made out with your swollen lips, swiping his tongue over them and nibbling softly as you both exchanged saliva.
Your arms hung loosely around him, your legs shaking and toes curling as the knot in your stomach snapped and pleasuring shockwaves flowed throughout your body. âOh my god,â he growls inside your mouth as your velvety walls give him the most pleasure heâs ever felt in his life. âKeep going, keep soaking your daddyâs big cock, fuck- cumming!â
âD-daddy,â you stutter against his lips, gripping his waist harshly as he fucks his load deep inside you filling you up with spurt after spurt of his cum.
âOh fuck, so goodâ he kissed you one last time, leaning back to stroke your cheek a little while after he finished, he quickly checked on you instead of marveling in the aftermath. âYou alright?â He asks, looking down at your skin coated in a thin layer of sweat and chest heaving.
You weakly nodded, and he smiled, leaning down to you and kissing all over your chest once he caught his breath. âWas that good for your first time? He asks with a seriousness in his tone. He knew you didnât have any prior experience to compare to, but he still wanted to know if you enjoyed it as much as him.
âIt was perfect,â you croak out, and he canât help the huge grin that takes over his face.
He ever so carefully pulls out of you, biting on his lip as he watches gushes of white leaking from your cunt. âIâm gonna go grab something to clean you up, okay?â He tells you softly, stroking your arms up and down soothingly, yet you hang onto him, not letting him move any further from his spot.
âLater,â you whine, and he feels your body still trembling, and he canât help but smile, knowing that he gave it to you that good to the point you were shaking.
âLater,â he reiterates with a chuckle, ducking his head down to kiss you some more.
And not for one second did he regret anything that he had just done. Even when he saw the gold wedding band shining on his ring finger, he simply slipped it off, putting it on the nightstand before taking you to the bathroom to bathe together a little while later.
âJust like that princess,â your stepdad groans as you bounce up and down on his big thick cock.
This has been going on for the past couple of days. You and heeseung had been going at it like complete animals nonstop. No part of the house was untouched when you were together.
The day before yesterday, he had you bent over the kitchen counter while you were making breakfast. He came downstairs and snuck up behind you, pressing his morning hard-on against your ass, persuading you to turn off the stove so he could stuff you full of his cock and cum, which led to you both skipping breakfast only to go another round in the shower later.
The next day, he took you from behind on the staircase cause when he came home from work, he was too impatient to go upstairs.
Today, he decided to let you ride him on the couch while his wife was still away on vacation. âDoes it feel g-good, Daddy?â You bit your lip, toying with your breasts right in front of his eyes as you bounced up and down on his dick, and the way your tits jiggled with every movement had him completely mesmerized by you.
âFuck yes! donât fucking stop, princess. Daddyâs gonna cum in this pussy againâ Oh, you forgot to mention he had already fucked you on the couch in missionary prior to you riding him.
âGive me all your cum, Daddyâ You rotated your hips, sinking lower on him, making a mess on his stomach and the sofa beneath your bodies.
âFuckâ he hissed, throwing his head back and digging his fingertips into your plush ass as he came for the second time today. âShit,â he grits his teeth, gripping your hips tightly to lift you up and down your ass colliding with his thighs as he finished inside you. Once he was done, he smacked your ass, making you clench around him as his cum dripped out of your swollen cunt and down his pulsating shaft.
âHmm, Daddy,â you whine, still grinding your hips and fucking yourself on his cock.
He lifts you off his lap and chuckles slightly when you whine at the loss of him inside you. âLay down for me love.â
You immediately obey and lay your back down on the couch as he situates himself between your legs, sticking his tongue out flat and slurping up his cum mixed with your wetness. âAlways taste so fucking goodâ he stuffed your cunt full of his fingers, curling them deep inside you and rubbing your walls just the way he knows you like it. âSuck on daddyâs fingers, babyâ he taps your lip with his fingers and slowly guides them into your mouth. You start sucking on them the same way you do to his cock. âGood,â he cooed, going back to licking at your clit.
His hot breath fans your heat, and you swear you see stars when he presses down on your tongue, gagging you with his long, thick fingers.
You feel yourself going crossed eyed as he sucks your clit, bringing you closer to your high you try to say your step dads name, but you canât cause his fingers are shoved deep down your throat, not to say youâd even be able to speak cause the way he finger fucked you was just so good it left you speechless.
He locked his eyes with yours. Loving the nasty scene in front of him, drool was dripping from your lips as you played with your hard nipples.
âCumâ he mumbled while eating you out and flicking his tongue on your swollen clit.
Whenever he said that word, it didnât take you long to cream around him. âYes, Daddy,â you shirked, legs shaking while he worked you through the pleasure. He got a little carried away and continued to lap at your clit to hear your pretty noises some more, âNo m-more,â you cry out, but your plea falls on deaf ears as he sucks on your clit harder. Your body jolts. Itâs a mixture of pain but undeniable pleasure, and before you can protest, another orgasm is rippled from you, and it feels even more intense than the first one as you squirted all over his face. You felt embarrassed and tried to pull away, but he held you close, rubbing his face all over your pussy and flicking your upper walls until he got everything out of you.
âGod damn,â he groans, finally pulling away to catch a breather but diving right back in between your legs, gulping loudly and hungrily, swallowing up all your essence. âSo fucking goodâ your taste was making him feel so weak. You could literally bring him to his knees any time you pleased cause he couldnât get enough of your addictive taste.
He pulled his fingers away from your mouth to open you up. He spread your thighs, cleaning everything up with his tongue, and he was so tempted to lick the residual squirt off the couch, but he controlled himself and opted to lick your hole, hoping to get every last drop out of you.
You were moaning continuously, barely coherent of what was going on, but you knew you didnât want him to stop even if you felt like passing out. âLove this pussyâ he kissed your clit. âFrom now on, this pussy is mine, so sweet, so perfectâ he went on and on about you just burying his face into your cunt, wishing he could drown in your arousal.
âDaddy,â you say, mustering up every ounce of strength to look down between your legs, only to fall back down when you see his warm skilled tongue roaming every inch of your vulva.
âHmm, princess,â his eyes fluttered shut, getting lost in the taste of you. Even when his tongue felt sore, he didnât stop. âFuckâ he spat on your crotch, slurping it back up only to do it again over and over, just devouring your hole with every lick and suck.
After five more minutes of your constant whining while he licked you clean, he was hard again, and he finally pulled away to get some relief. âWhere do you want it?â He said, jerking his cock in front of you.
You beckoned him closer, taking his shaft in your hand and rubbing his precum-stained tip on your lips before sucking him inside your mouth. âSo fucking to me,â he grunted while slowly fucking your throat. He reached down, placing his hand on your neck, feeling it bulge when you swallowed him all the way down. âFuck I canât hold it. Gonna cumâ he splutters out, tightly gripping your throat and violently cumming in your precious little mouth. âAh fuck! Mhm- so g-good thatâs it swallow for daddy,â he pants, thighs tensing and balls tightening as he gave you his cum for the third time today. He gently pulled out of your mouth, gripping his base and softly tapping his tip on your bottom lip. âMy good girl,â he breathes out, stroking your cheek as you smile up at him from his possessive words, and you felt happy knowing that you were finally able to please and satisfy someone.
Neither of you were even able to speak after that. he laid right beside you, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch and laying it over your tired bodies, knowing you were far too tired to be concerned with cleaning up, and rightfully so cause he was absolutely exhausted as well.
As fun as everything was in the moment when heeseung laid eyes on his wife once she got back from vacation, he felt incredibly guilty. He felt terrible, especially cause she was treating him so well for the first time ever since the move-in.
His conscience was eating him alive whenever sheâd make dinner for him and go out of her way to make him feel special. One of the worst feelings was when sheâd come to him in the bedroom, no matter if he wanted to or not. He just couldnât get in the mood to do anything cause he knew heâd see your beautiful face and hear your precious moans every single time.
âYou donât want me?â She asks back, hugging him while he sits at the edge of the bed.
âNo baby, i do, I do, but Iâm just so tired right now, okay? We can do something tomorrow, yeah?â he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.
She didnât exactly care cause she didnât want anything to do with him anyway, but she pretended to treat him good since she came back from vacation so he wouldnât still be upset with her. She had to stay on his good side for a little longer to collect more money before she filed for a divorce.
She never loved him to begin with. She just saw that he was oblivious and unreasonably nice, and she used that to her advantage to get with him. She had someone younger and better-looking living across the country, and she couldnât wait to leave this hell hole and go live the life sheâs been dreaming of.
âI mean it, anything you want, weâll do it tomorrow.â he turned around, pulling her smaller body to his chest, not even believing the words he was spewing out himself.
âHey,â you say with a shy smile as heeseung enters your room.
âHi,â he says timidly and wipes his sweaty palms on his pants.
You stood up and walked over to him, standing on your tippy toes to kiss him, but he dodged it. âWhatâs wrong? Is my mom here?â You say, confused because thatâs the only thing you could think of that was making him shy away from your kisses. He just shook his head as a no and sighed. âSo kiss me.â You leaned into him, placing your hands on his hard chest and going in for a second kiss, only for him to reject you a second time.
âY/n,â he holds your wrists, pushing you back slightly. âWe canât do this anymore,â he says regretfully.
Your expression morphed into a sad one as you heard him say those words to you. âWhy? Did I do something wrong? I can fix it, I promise.â You drop your hands to his zipper, desperate to right your wrongs, but he just holds you still yet again.
Fuck he thought to himself when he saw you getting ready to get on your knees for him. Always such a good little girl for your daddy. He quickly shook his head, ignoring those thoughts cause that was a thing of the past. Youâd never be his princess again, and he would never be your daddy. From now on, it was strictly a stepdad-stepdaughter relationship, nothing more.
âLook what we did,â he sighs. âI made a mistake, okay?â He lied. He didnât think it was a mistake at all, but he just felt like it was the right thing to say right now. âI-I was just hurt, sad, and lonely, and I did something stupid it meant nothing to me, okay? I have a wife that I love very much, and Iâm here because Iâm asking you not to say anything to her about what we did together.â You did your best to keep a straight face, but it was hard because, yet again, here you were, getting your feelings ignored and overlooked. Even when you did everything to please him, it still wasnât good enough, and maybe everything your mom said about you was true. Maybe you were just useless.
âOkay,â you give him a fake smile and walk back to your bed.
âSo weâre okay? Youâre not gonna say anything to her, right?â He checks with you just to make sure youâre both on the same page, and you nod your head. âOkay,â he whispers. âAnd youâre sure youâre fine? Nothings gonna change between us?â He asks once more before leaving.
âWhy wouldnât I be? Like you said, it was just a stupid mistake people make mistakes.â You shrugged, pretending like the past week you were with him didnât mean anything to you. Unfortunately, it did, and though your initial plan was to just get validated, recognized and cared for, those feelings quickly changed into something more when heeseung treated you like his princess. How could you not grow a liking for him? You knew it was wrong cause he was your stepdad, but he didnât treat you like that. He cared for you in a different way, catering to your needs and making you feel good, something that youâve never felt in your life before, and now that it was being taken away, of course, you cared. It hurt you deeply, but you realized youâd never be important to anyone no matter what you did, not to your parents, not to Heeseung, absolutely no one.
âBut..â he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from saying something stupid.
He knows he said it was a mistake, but he wasnât expecting you to say that, too. Even though it has only been a week, he did feel a connection to you, something deeper than heâs ever felt before, something heâs never felt with his wife or anyone for that matter, and to hear you say that it was a mistake after you made it seem like you were into him for more than just sex made him feel extremely hurt. âYeah, nothing more but a stupid mistake,â he chuckled and left your room, slamming the door shut on his way out.
And despite having his wife by his side, that same lonely feeling was creeping up on him, and once again, he felt useless, like he wasnât wanted or needed by anyone.
âBaby, come to me,â he called his wife over to the couch. âYou wanna watch a movie with me?â He asked, and she joined him on the sofa, kissing his cheek.
âSure!â She cuddles up next to him, acting extra fake.
âDo you want to pick?â He says, stroking her shoulder lightly, finding it hard to even smile next to her.
âYou can, babe,â she responds as heâs scrolling through the movies. He decided on something that sounded interesting.
He felt nothing but undeniable guilt.
Twenty minutes later, you come downstairs and go into the fridge, grabbing some water.
Heeseung canât help but turn his attention towards you, and he wished he hadnât when he saw you in the skimpiest sleepwear a girl could buy. âFuckâ he mutters under his breath.
âHmm?â His wife looked up at him.
âOh, nothing,â he fake laughs.
You walk back upstairs, and heeseung cranes his neck to the side, staring at you until you were out of his sight.
You came down dressed like that on purpose to show him what he was missing out on. Even if he was just using you cause he was lonely, you still knew he couldnât resist your body, and you were going to make him pay for thinking that you were just there as free use to him.
âHey, y/n, how are you?â Thereâs no doubt you hear your step dads voice coming from the kitchen when you walk in from school, but you pay him no attention, going straight upstairs to your room.
His smile faded as he massaged at his temples, releasing a long sigh.
âI told you you shouldnât have gone easy on her. Now look, she disrespects you the same way she does me,â his wife annoyingly chimes in.
âAnd here we go with this again,â an annoyed expression is visible on his face as he sits up from his chair and goes to your room while she makes another remark under her breath.
This back-and-forth shit was really pissing him off more and more. One day, he and his wife were getting along perfectly fine like before, and then the next day, he was feeling like he wanted a divorce cause she was treating him like complete garbage.
That route was sounding really good right now because before you and your mom came into his life, it was far less complicated, and he was never angry. Now, every day, he was stressed and he was the only one trying to make ends meet just to have a normal family, but he wasnât blind. He could see that wasnât happening because his wife just wasnât the same. There was a time when all she wanted was to spend time with him and treat him with respect and love, but now itâs like she couldnât even stand to be in his presence.
And as far as things go with you and him, he didnât know, but seeing how you thought being intimate with him was a mistake, he could only assume you wouldnât miss him if he did file for a divorce. âY/n?â His voice comes out soft and quiet while he twists the door knob entering your room without any warning.
When you hear his voice, you immediately turn around in bed, not wanting to see his face.
You hear him sigh as the door closes. A few footsteps later, you can feel his weight sinking into your bed. âWhatâs happening between you and me?â He gets right to the point. âBecause you agreed things wouldnât be different, and maybe Iâm blind, but things are so different.â Although he wasnât trying to have a romantic relationship with you, he still missed your guyâs interactions, like cooking together and watching movies while his wife was away, and even though it took a long time to complete, he even missed helping you study.
The boldness of his statement baffled you. Of course, you knew things were going to be different between you and him, so maybe you shouldnât have lied about that. But you did it to protect your feelings, and now that he was coming to you in such a way was more than offensive cause was he really that dense not to know that things were bound to be different after fucking your stepdaughter not once but multiple times for multiple days did he really think he could bathe you after sex cuddle you to sleep and make snacks for you in the morning without things changing between you two? Well, apparently, he did because heâs asking you this ridiculous question, but you supposed if you were in his shoes and used someone for pleasure and emotional support just to ditch them when you felt like it, you understood where he was coming from, but that just made you even angrier. âWhat do you mean?â You sat up and looked at him, sounding completely unbothered.
âCome on, y/n, donât do this, you know what I meanâ he maintains eye contact with you.
âIâve just been busy, thatâs all.â You lie again because there was no point in telling him that you actually liked him. Itâd never work, cause he didnât feel the same for you.
âCorrect me if Iâm wrong, but even I get busy sometimes, and thatâs never made me act like you or your mom donât exist. Whenever I even try to talk to you, you just shut me out, and itâs really annoying.â heeseung was desperate for your attention at this point. He missed you, your body, the passionate moments you shared, the one-on-one conversations, and the bond he had formed with you over the small time span of a week is what heâs been searching for. He thought he had found that with his wife, and in the beginning, it was damn near close, but after spending just a little bit of time with you, he knew thatâs what heâs been longing for, the way you begged for him in bed made him feel wanted whenever you asked him for help made him feel needed and at night when youâd sleep in his arms he finally found that peace that was able to take away any stress from his long day.
It was selfish trying to string you along while trying to make things work in his marriage, but right now, and maybe he wasnât thinking clearly, but he wanted you. He could see a future in your eyes, one he didnât see with his wife ever.
The only thing stopping him from going through with the divorce was that heâd lose you too, and he wasnât ready for that at all, at least not yet.
You laugh dryly. âNot everyone is like you.â An accusatory tone can clearly be detected in your voice, and when he hears you say that, heâs not sure if he can continue having this conversation with you because he wasnât ready for you to tell him about all his flaws. Cause itâd hurt way too bad. Especially hearing it from you.
âYouâre right.â The weight on your bed lessens as he stands up and opens your door. âIf I can ever help you with anything, just let me know. Hopefully, you wonât be busy too much longer, y/n.â A half smile is the last thing you see before he quietly shuts the door behind him, and you finally allow the tears to gather in your eyes as you lay back down.
Heeseung knew you were lying when you said you were busy. He knew you were ignoring him, or maybe now that you had sex with him, you didnât care about him at all. He doesnât really know, and those are a lot of options to choose from, but at the back of his mind, one made more sense than all the others, and that was the fact that you probably just didnât care about him for real in the first place.
Either way, he was going to find out, he had to because he needed to move on from whatever the hell this was that you and him had going on.
He was having dreams about you, imagining you in his bed. Instead, he even had a dream of marrying you, but he blames that on the fact that divorce has been on his mind lately.
The fact that you and his wife seemed to care nothing about him made him feel worthless as a husband, as a man, and as a stepfather, for what thatâs worth.
But he still tried.
He was currently parked outside your school, patiently waiting for you to get out, which would be any minute now. He wanted to take you on a little drive and just talk about everything thatâs transpired in the last couple of months.
After he checked the time on his watch, he looked up and saw you walking out of the building. His smile quickly fell when he saw a guy next to you with his arm draped on your shoulder, and man, did that make his blood fucking boil. âY/n!â He rolls down the window and shouts for you to get into the car.
Unfortunately, your classmate and bully just so happened to follow you out of class today, hugging his arm around you each time you pushed him away. He just kept pestering you, and you weakly gave in like you always did. âCome back to my place, hmm? You look sad, baby. Let me take it away,â he whispered in your ear, making you shudder uncomfortably, which only makes him laugh in your face. âCome on, I know you want it. Wanna feel my big coc.â a loud horn distracted your classmate, and you looked in the direction of it, immediately relieved to see heeseung waiting at the curb for you, yelling for you to get into his car.
You were thankful that he showed up and saved you from your bully, but you were upset because here he was once again, making you care about him even more when you were trying to ignore all those feelings that you gained for him in only a week's time. âI have to go,â you mutter to your classmate and run to heeseungâs car, quickly getting in and shaking off the yucky feeling from your classmate.
âWho was that?â Heeseung asks, trying to keep his composure.
When you donât answer and choose to look out the window instead of him, his composure had quickly depleted. âI said, who was that?â You still donât answer, and he grips your chin softly despite how angry he is. âLook at me when Iâm talking to you.â he restrains himself from yelling, but he doesnât know for how much longer that will be.
âWhy do you care?â You snap and push his hand away from you.
He clenched his jaw and gripped the steering wheel tightly. âJust cause you wonât tell me doesnât mean I donât already know. Itâs obvious that heâs your boyfriend.â
Your brows furrow, and he continues. âSo youâre just opening your legs for any guy now, huh?â He chuckles sarcastically, and you want to slap him in the face for saying something so stupid. âShould have known, you couldnât go a day without my cock in you, so now you have to get it somewhere else.â
You part your mouth to say something, but instead, you close it, opting to just say nothing. If he wanted to be that dumb, then youâd let him.
âDoes he fuck you better than me?â Heeseung let his jealousy take over his whole body, and he just kept saying stupid shit, but he was too deep in to stop now.
It didnât make sense to you at first why he seemed angry, but you soon pieced two and two together, remembering how possessive he always was when he was with you. You remembered all the times heâd call you his while cumming in you. âSo much betterâ You roll your eyes, you know youâre being petty, but itâs only fair to push his buttons a little if he wanted to say ridiculous stuff about you.
Heeseungâs face drops along with his heart, knowing his suspicions about you having a boyfriend were true. He knew you just used him for sex, and nothing you said to him in between the sheets was real, and he couldnât take knowing that he never meant anything to you in the first place. âIâm sure itâs easy to please a whore like you,â he retaliates.
âOh, Iâm the whore? Says the guy who fucks his stepdaughter and cheats on his wifeâ You scoff, and to think you werenât even having sex with your disgusting classmate made this all the more amusing to you.
âYouâre a real piece of work, you know that. I liked you better when all you did was take my dick and keep your pretty little mouth shutâ Your breath hitched when he said that, and you could feel yourself getting turned on by his words and his dominant aura. It took you back to that unforgettable week when you had him all to yourself. âDidnât you?â His eyes fall on your little skirt, and he canât help but grip your thigh and trail his hand up your dress, cupping your mound.
âDaddy,â you hold his wrist, keeping his hand in place over your pulsing cunt.
Thatâs all it takes for him to start his car and pull around the school building, parking in the closest thing to a blind spot. âBack seat now,â he rushes out, turning off the car and yanking his belt off.
You scampered to the back seat, automatically laying on your back. He climbs in after you, smirking when he sees youâre already in position for him. âThatâs a good girl.â You melt hearing him call you that after so long and it makes a gush of wetness leak from your hole. âBut,â he says, pausing to take off his belt and unfasten his jeans. âYou still have to be punished for giving Daddyâs pussy away.â
You were going to tell him you didnât, but youâre not sure if, in the heat of the moment, heâd believe you, plus you'd rather be punished by him anyway cause itâs what you were used to. âGonna take daddyâs lesson like a good girl?
âYes, Daddy,â he smiles, that weird feeling in his chest returning. He loved you so damn much, always just so good to him.
He rolled your dress up your waist, not bothering to fully undress you. This had to be a quickie cause if your mom came home, he didnât have a valid excuse as to why you two were out for so long.
He swallows the drool that gathers in his mouth when he sees your cute little baby pink panties, the ones he always loved so much cause they always revealed just how wet you were. âPrincess,â his eyebrows draw together, and he basically moans at the sight of your pussy. Heâs missed it so much that he feels himself losing all type of strength in his body, and it was dangerous because any time you wanted, you could have him however you liked.
The time it takes for him to drop his pants is nonexistent. He reveals his hard veiny cock for your eyes to feast on.
You rubbed your legs together, clenching around nothing at the sight. You miss him inside you so much, and you couldnât wait to feel him inside you again after so long.
He throws his suit tie over his shoulder and hovers over you laying his heavy cock on your core teasingly. âWhat to do with you?â He hums. âSuch a naughty slut giving away whatâs not yoursâ he kissed your cheek, brushing the tip of his nose along your jawline, feeling you up while he thought about how to punish you. âYou donât even deserve my cockâ he whispered and licked the shell of your ear.
âDaddy, please,â you whine, already on the verge of tears because you need to feel him so bad your body has been craving him ever since that week you spent with him.
âNo, donât say please now. You should have thought about that when you let another man inside you,â he grunted and pressed his hips into you roughly. âAs a matter of fact,â he leans back and sits on the seat in the back, legs spread open, giving you a clear view of his hard leaking cock. He wants nothing more than to feel you wrapped around him, but now both of you have to suffer because you decided to be naughty. âYes,â he hisses, throwing his head back into the seat while slowly tugging his cock as you sit there and helplessly watch. âSince you wanted to be bad, hereâs your punishment,â he spits on his shaft, using it as a lubricant to work his length up and down nice and slow, quickly checking his surroundings before focusing back on you. âYou can look, but donât touch,â he smirks at you while touching himself, and itâs not even a fraction of when you do it, but itâll have to suffice for now.
âNo, Daddy, I swear I didnât do anything with him.â you instantly tell the truth. At first, the idea of being punished sounded fun, but you didnât know itâd be like this.
âNow, princess, if you keep lying to me, I wonât even let you watch,â he threatens.
âPlease believe me.â You inch closer to him, your round, innocent eyes making him feel weak, but he keeps his ground.
âAnother word out of you, and weâre going home,â he warns you, and you sit there helplessly leaking arousal and watching him touch himself.
You bite your lip to keep yourself from saying something, and you eye his tip wishing you could lick it clean for him, suck him off, and make him feel real good.
âLike what you see? This is what did it for you in the first place, yeah? Walking in on your stepdad getting off, you liked that right? fucking nasty little thingâ he pumps his cock faster, spitting again to wet it up. You moaned quietly when little wet sounds entered the small space of the back seat as his fist met his full balls.
Just touching himself alone wasnât going to get him there, but usually, a little added dirty talk always did the trick, but not even today was that working. He was getting so close, but it wasnât quite working because he needed you. He couldnât get off anymore if it wasnât you. âLift up your skirt, show Daddy that wet pussy, baby,â he commanded, his fist working on his stiff cock desperately.
You immediately spread your legs and pull up your skirt, slipping your panties to the side so he can see how wet you are for him. âFuckâ He wishes he could just bend you over and fuck into you rough and hard, but you needed to learn your fucking lesson.
You swiped a finger through your slit, gathering your slick on your fingers, giving him a show. âDaddyâs gonna fucking cumâ he looks at you, noticing the tears in your eyes, and he immediately stops knowing he might have taken things a bit too far. He wasnât trying to make you sad or upset. He just wanted you to learn not to give away what was his. âPrincess, whatâs wrong?â He asks with worry, doing a complete 180 in mere seconds.
âDonât want daddy to cum alone, wanna make you feel goodâ he nearly cums from your words alone, and he swears heâd never get used to you being so eager just to please him.
âI know, princess, but you gotta learn.â he cups your face, swiping away your tears.
âDaddy, I promise I wouldnât do anything with anyone else but you. I only said it to make you jealous.â You sniffle and hug your arms around his waist.
He stiffened in your hold, freezing up at your confession. He said all those things to you, and it wasnât even true. To say he felt stupid would be an understatement. âSo you didnât have sex with anyone else but me?â He says, almost afraid to even ask cause the thought of you with someone else other than him made his stomach turn.
âNope,â you reply, rejoicing that his tone was less harsh than before.
âAnd you did it just to make me jealous?â He asks again just to confirm.
âYeah, just wanted your attention, Daddy. Did it work?â You say playfully.
âYeah, it worked,â you giggle softly, tears drying now that he wasnât upset with you anymore. âYou really are a bad girl,â he grins completely relieved, and he doesnât care how naughty you are. As long as you didnât let anyone touch you, you could be as bad as you wanted. âBend over, you little trouble makerâ he released you from his grip, and you bent over immediately, pulling your underwear down for him to have access to your dripping cunt. âNow thatâs a good girl,â he spanks your ass, earning a whimper from you. âStick that ass in the air for meâ You shift a bit more, arching your back and sticking your ass up just the way he liked it. âThere you goâ he spanked you again and smoothed over your plump cheeks with his palms slotting his hard cock between your ass. âTell Daddy how bad you want it, how bad you miss it,â he says in a daze-like state already, softly rutting himself against your supple flesh.
âSo bad, miss you inside me wanna feel you fucking me deep and stuffing me with your cum daddy pleaseâ You donât care how desperate you sound because itâs true you just need him to fill you up whenever he was inside you you felt complete.
âAww, my princess, daddyâs got you.â You felt relieved from his words, your eyes falling shut as you rested your cheek in the backseat, just waiting to feel him deep inside you.
He doesnât want to make you wait any longer than he already has, so without preparation, he slowly starts easing his way in. It feels tight, almost too tight to fit, but when he checked on you, you told him to keep going, and he wasnât about to protest. âAlways so wet,â he murmured behind you, lifting up his shirt and tucking it beneath his chin to watch his dick getting lost inside your tight cunt.
âYes,â you sigh in pleasure. The stretch is a little painful, but you can take it cause it still feels really good.
He lazily rocks his hips, burying himself deeper inside you inch by inch. He loves hearing you whine every time he feeds more dick into you. He always thought you sounded so cute when you took him nice and deep.
He groaned and bit his lip, dick twitching as he feels you clenching down on his cock hard. âFeel good, princess?â his voice sounds far too sweet for what heâs doing to you, but the naughty-to-nice contrast just makes it feel even better.
You moan in response, but thatâs good enough for him. He bends down, placing a single kiss on the back of your neck. âYouâre so tight,â he whispers and bottoms out. âI missed this so much,â he admits. âYou donât understand.â he massaged your hips with his large hands, letting his thoughts run wild. âBeen dreaming about you,â and he may have a habit of saying too much sometimes, but does he care? fuck no, he feels safe with you, safe enough to let his genuine thoughts out for the first time in a long time. âHavenât even touched my wife since I had you.â
âDaddy,â you whine from his confession. Youâve felt the same ever since your first time with him. You dreamt of you and him together every night. âMissed you too.â
Something about that name wasnât sounding quite right to him at this moment. This was far more than just some quick fuck to him. âCall me by my name, angel.â he tilts his head to the side, maintaining that perfect pace, the one he figured out you liked the most, which just so happened to be his favorite too, or maybe it became his favorite because of you who really knows.
You whimper weakly and slowly push yourself against him, matching his sensual thrusts, and somehow, this feels so much more intimate than anything youâve ever done with him before. Despite the lack of space, the location, and the position, this felt raw and real. âHeeseung, it feels so good,â you pant out.
âYeah?â his response comes out in one long breath as he watches you rocking back and forth on his girth. âSo good. Wanna see your pretty face, my Angel girlâ he withdraws from your hole, leaving you clenching and empty, but not for long as he turns you over and slides right back in, both of you, letting out loud breathy noises as he does so. âBeautiful,â he pecked your lips. âSo beautiful.â he guided your legs around his waist, taking his spot between them slowly stroking your silky walls. âGive me your hands,â he says softly. You catch a glimpse of the look in his eyes, and itâs so sweet and tender it makes your chest swell. âI love you.â he clasps his hands with yours. âI swear I do.â he touched his forehead with yours, taking a leap of faith with his confession. Even if you didnât like him that way, he just needed you to know thatâs how he felt about you.
Nothing but warmth flooded your body at his confession. âI love you too, heeseung,â he swears he hears wrong until you say it again. âI love you so much.â
He wasnât the type to cry often, but after hearing that, it was impossible for him to hold it in and seeing him cry made you tear up as well. âYeah?â He laughs slightly, making your heart melt as a tear runs down his cheek.
âYes, heeseung.â he rolls his hips, unable to keep himself still after your confession. He needs all of you. He wants to feel and hear every last precious sound you make for him.
âYouâre perfect for me, so perfect.â he buried himself to the hilt inside you, stroking you deeply, every last inch of him imprinting your walls, marking you as his, as his tip stretched you wide opening you up to take his full length. âFuck angel,â he whimpers, and he felt so helpless as you gripped his cock so snugly.
âMmh hee,â you breathe into his mouth, back arching so far it almost hurt, but it was no concern when you felt his tip softly bumping your cervix. âYouâre so big, can feel you so deep,â you cry out as you place your hands on his pecs, unintentionally stimulating his erect nipples. âLove the way you feel,â you whisper and close the gap between you both. His lips automatically work against yours, and nothing else fills his mind but the need to please you to the fullest.
He moaned into the kiss, sweat building on his forehead as that pleasuring tingling sensation crept up on him. He felt so good, so warm, so safe and secure in your presence. âY/n, Iâm- oh, Iâm cummingâ he breaks away from you, strained groans falling from his lips as you feel him twitching inside you, the mix of him stuffing you full of cum and the way his abdomen grinds against your clit sends you to your end, little pleas and whimpers coming from your shaking figure as you feel full of nothing but love. âThatâs it, baby, let go,â he says while rotating his skilled hips.
âHee.â You moan, running your hands through his damp silky hair, and then place your palm on his cheek. He immediately nuzzles his face into your touch as his eyes flutter close momentarily when they open again. They are full of nothing but adoration. Thereâs no denying it. âI love you.â
He smiled shyly. âLove you too,â he mutters, and you both laugh in happiness together in the back seat of his car behind your school. Not where you thought youâd be today, but neither of you were complaining.
âHome?â He asks you after you both calm down a bit.
âYeah,â you swipe your thumb over his bottom lip affectionately. âHomeâ
He grins excitedly, kissing all over your face. Heâs probably a little too excited, but he canât help it cause the weight heâs been carrying finally feels nonexistent, and youâre finally in his arms again, and thatâs all that ever mattered.
When you both arrived home, it was no surprise that your mom wasnât. Once heeseung saw the coast was clear, he back-hugged you at the door. âJust you and me, angel,â he whispers in your ear. âShower with me.â he kissed your neck, rubbing his palm over your stomach, making you feel butterflies all over. âPlease.â he tightened his grip on you, making it even harder for you to say no.
âWhat if-â
âShh, donât worry about that, just come with me,â he says in your ear, and you caved in immediately.
âOkay,â you say as he steps to your side, ducking down to hook his arm around the back of your leg. You instinctively put your arm around his neck as he lifted you up bridal style and walked you upstairs.
âHee,â you giggle and push your face into his neck, tickling him.
The shower was filled with nothing but loving touches and soft, breathless laughter as you both took turns washing each other's bodies.
Once you finished, you helped each other get dressed, and you went downstairs hand in hand. He ordered food, and you both waited on the couch for it to arrive.
After eating, you both cuddled up to each other on the couch and watched TV, sharing kisses here and there, but you couldnât fully relax knowing that your mom could be home any minute. âHee, I know you said not to worry, but wha-â
âMmm, donât worry, angel. I checked her location. Sheâs still forty minutes out.â he kissed your temple softly and laced his hand with yours.
âOkay,â you murmur softly and hold onto him, seeking his warmth as you lay your head on his chest.
This.
This feeling is all heeseungâs ever wanted.
âWhat have you been doing while I was away?â Your mother is currently standing in front of you, interrogating you about why heeseung has been treating her so differently lately. âWhat have you told him?â She raises her voice, not bothering how loud she gets cause heeseung was at work, and there was no one to hear your cries or protect you.
âMom, I havenât told him anything. I swear he doesnât know,â you reply, tears gathering in your eyes as you tuck your knees to your chest.
âThen why wonât he touch me? Why is he not talking to me?â she steps closer, gripping you by your hair tightly, making you whimper in pain.
âNo, Mom, please,â you beg, on the verge of crying when she smacks you across the face.
âQuit lying!â She screams and yanks you off your mattress, when your knees hit the carpet on the floor you wince in pain. âWhatever you did, fix it. If he finds out, Iâll lose everything, so you better keep your mouth shut, you hear me? DO YOU HEAR ME??!â you nod your head weakly, but just for good measure, she goes to your window, grabbing the wand, and detaching it from your blinds.
âMom!â You cry out as she whips your bare skin, avoiding your arms and legs on purpose so no one would notice. âPlease,â you beg past your tears, pleading with her to stop, but she doesnât. She never does. âI wonât say anything,â you choke out, tears running out as she ignores you and keeps hitting you ruthlessly. Your body shook on the ground, and you couldnât do anything but sit there and let it happen. Sheâd probably kill you if you ever tried to fight back.
âRemember what I told you,â she huffs out a breath, tossing the rod on your body, making you flinch before she walks to your door, leaving you a hyperventilating mess on the floor. âIâm going out. Donât you dare say a word to him when he gets back, or else next time will be so much worse.â
Heeseung came home in good spirits after work. His wife was gone, and he knew youâd be home at this time.
Itâs funny, less than a month ago, heâd be sad that his wife wasnât home, but now he didnât much care as bad as it sounds, he just didnât feel anything towards her anymore, not like he used to.
He walked upstairs, taking a peek inside your room. Pouting when he saw that your back was turned and you were sleeping, but it was okay you probably needed to rest. He knew you had a habit of working your little brain over time.
He cleaned up a bit and went to his bed, killing some time with a little bit of light reading before bed.
You shifted uncomfortably in your sleep, and you woke up from the slight ache in your body. The pain definitely wasnât as bad as it could have been, but it wasnât the best feeling in the world.
Your eyes landed on the clock. They lit up once you realized it was half past ten, and heeseung had gotten home a little while ago. You sprung out of bed, running to the bathroom to bandage your wounds and wash up.
When you were finished, you immediately went to his room, opening the door right away, not even concerned if he was still awake or not cause you were just too excited to see him. âHey!â He smiles as soon as you enter and playfully jump on his bed.
âHi,â you smile and rest your face in your palms, happily kicking your feet.
âCome here.â he sets his book on the nightstand and takes his glasses off as you climb up on his chest, burying your face in his pecs, making him chuckle from your cuteness.
âMiss you,â you say, muffled into his bare chest, listening to the soft bass in his voice when he laughs.
âI was just about to say that.â he placed his large hand over the small of your back, stroking it lightly as you trailed his chest muscles between the opening of his unbuttoned shirt.
You scooted back on the bed, leveling your face with his crotch area as he cocked his brow, watching you settle yourself between his legs as you rested your cheek on his thigh, eyeing the soft bulge in his pants.
You rubbed his thighs up and down teasingly, nudging your cheek on his clothed cock. âAngel, what are you doing?â
âWhat does it look like?â You giggle and pop open the button on his black suit pants and pull down the zipper.
His expression turns dark instantly as he watches you. âY/n,â he groans as you grip his semi-hard cock.
He lifts his hips up ever so slightly to bring his pants further down for you.
You peel back the fabric covering the tiny hole in the front, drool pooling in your mouth instantly at the sight of his thick veiny girth. Pursing your lips, you pull his cock out, kissing it immediately, and he moans quietly from the feeling of your soft warm lips running along his hard leaking cock.
You licked the tip clean as you pumped the lower part and playfully tapped his thick head on your lips, a thin string of precum sticking to your pretty plump lips. You quit with the teasing and open your mouth wide, taking him balls deep right away.
His legs tremble when he feels your warm, wet mouth taking him deep. âAngel, your mouth feels like heaven,â he breathed out, listening to the sounds of your mouth slurping and sucking on his hard dick.
âYeah?â You say when you pull off him with a pop to take a small breather.
âYes,â you could feel yourself throbbing when you hear his high-pitched, whiny voice, you loved hearing him get like that for you.
You twist your wrist, fisting his cock as you trail your free hand to the hem of his shirt, pushing the material out of the way. You lean down, sucking a nipple into your mouth, earning a loud groan from him. âWhat the-fuck!â he moans, unable to comprehend the pleasure heâs feeling. His wife has never ever done anything like what you are doing to him right now. Heâs never felt so much pleasure at once. The way you paid close attention to every little detail about him made him love you oh so much more.
You hum against his chest, flicking each of his nipples with the tip of your tongue, making him squeeze your waist as you pump his dick faster.
You replace your mouth with your hand, still stimulating his nipples while you wrap your mouth around his cock once more. âOh fuckâ his whimpers fill your ears, and youâre more than pleased that heâs so vocal it just lets you know that youâre the one making him feel so good that he just canât keep quiet.
âY/n, can you?â he immediately shuts his mouth, feeling way too embarrassed to admit what he really wants. He always wanted to experience the feeling, but he never dared ask his wife in case she thought it was weird, and even though he trusted you with his life, he still didnât want to make you uncomfortable.
âHmm?â You hum around his dick, swirling your tongue on the tip.
âItâs nothing,â he lies.
âHee, come on, you can tell me,â you say softly after pulling off him momentarily.
When you ask so prettily, he canât resist telling you, even if that meant youâd stop what you were doing to him. âMyâŠâ his face gets hot, and heâs actually not sure if he can go through with this. âSuck..â he muttered, guiding your hand to cup his balls, moaning loud at the small contact.
You grin lustfully and lightly squeeze on his full sack, earning a whimper from him. âWant me to suck your balls?â He nods shyly. âYeah?â
âYes, please,â he loses his voice the instant you suck one into your mouth. âUhh, thatâs it,â he moans, eyelids drooping even more from the pleasure. âKeep sucking on my balls, angelâ he peeled his shirt to the side, fondling his nipples while you jerked him off and inhaled his balls, sucking on them lightly, and youâre doing such a good job he feels like heâs in heaven. âGonna cum soon,â he losses himself, mouth hung wide open and whimpering loudly while watching each of his balls disappear into your petty little mouth.
You quickly put your lips back on his tip, awaiting his cum on your tongue while fondling his heavy balls. âTake all my cum, angelâ he pinched his nipples hard and shot his thick milky load in your throat, his hips involuntarily bucking up to gently fuck your mouth as he filled you up, moaning your name over and over again, it felt so good that his toes curled down into the mattress, muscles twitching and body jerking with each spill of seed as his balls continued to throb on your bottom lip while you hungrily swallowed all of his hot cum.
Sucking him through his high, you release his soft cock from your mouth and lick the corners of your lips, collecting all his cum before kissing his tip one last time. âGood?â You smile mischievously, already knowing his answer.
âSo good,â he huffs, eyes lidded and filled with love.
You began tucking his cock back inside his boxers. âNo.â he reached for the waistband of his underwear, getting ready to take them off cause it was your turn now. âIâm gonna make you feel good too.â
âItâs fine,â you tell him, remembering the wounds on your skin. Thereâs no way you could let him find out what was happening behind his back. Your mother would never forgive you.
He looked at you, a hint of disappointment in his eyes from your lack of enthusiasm for him. âDo you just not want toâŠ?â he lifts his slacks back around his waist.
âNo, itâs not that I just wanted to do something nice for you, nothing in return.â you hope he believes what youâre saying. Of course, you want him, but even your horrible mother had to get in the way of your relationship with heeseung.
âWhat? Thatâs nonsense. I want to give you something in return,â he says and reaches for your shirt, but you flee from his touch.
âHeeseung, itâs really okay,â you lie.
âSoâŠ. you just donât want me?â He says, clearly confused.
âNo!â Youâre quick to clarify. âOf course I do!â
âThen get back over here,â he giggles, relieved that you werenât telling him off.
You try to scoot off the bed, but he quickly catches you. âGot you!â he smiles while hovering over you.
âLet me go!â You giggle and squirm, but itâs no use. Heâs far too strong for you.
âYouâre all mine now,â he giggles, and as soon as his hand makes contact to tickle you, you wince in pain.
Shit.
âWhatâs wrong? Did I hurt you?â He pouted and leaned back, making sure he wasnât crushing you.
âNo, Iâm fine.â you gripped the hem of your shirt, making sure he couldnât lift it up.
âY/n, whatâs going on?â He says sternly thereâs definitely something more going on. You saying you didnât want anything in return the strange behavior, and now youâre covering up.
âIâm just tired, thatâs all.â you come up with every lie on the spot. The only problem was that not a single one was believable.
âThen let me do all the work.â he gets back on top of you, and even though you try to hold your shirt down, he immediately lifts it up, breath hitching when he sees the wounds on your skin. His eyes flash to every one, and his brows crease together. âAngel,â he whispers in shock, eyes going wide as the room falls silent while he runs his thumb over the bruise softly.
You lean back immediately, covering yourself and hugging your knees to your chest with tears gathering in your eyes.
It was silent for a half minute before he cradled you in his arms. He didnât say anything and waited before he jumped to any conclusions about what exactly happened. âPlease donât cry,â he says softly and strokes your hair, but it was too late. Tears were already running down your face from fear, anger, and embarrassment. âTell me what happened when youâre ready, okay?â He smoothed over your thigh and patted your back, kissing your head gently.
After a few minutes, you calmed down a bit. He leaned back, analyzing your broken expression before kissing the tears away from your cheeks. âIâm sorry,â you sob quietly. Thoughts begin stirring in his head about what you could possibly be sorry for, and no matter how anxious he was, he simply waits for an answer cause he doesnât want to pressure you into speaking if you donât want to.
Your cries were literally breaking his heart. He just wanted to know what was wrong so he could try to fix it. âShh, just breathe, okay? Iâm here, y/n, Iâm here.â he kissed your forehead, reassuring you over and over that he was there for you.
âPromise you wonât tell my mom, and you wonât be mad?â You hug him closer, thinking that he might run away after you told him the truth.
That was a big promise for him to keep, but heâd keep it for you. âI promise.â
âMom,â thatâs all you said, and you felt him tense up, which made you clutch onto him tighter.
âAngel, what are you saying?â If you were implying what he thought you were, then heâs not sure if he could keep the promise that he just made.
You wordlessly revealed the bruises on your midsection, and he clenched his jaw.
âYouâre saying that my wife y-your mom did this to you?â His voice was laced with pure disgust as he examined your poor state. âN-no,â he shook his head back and forth in denial, not because he didnât believe you but because you were going through this, and he had no idea you were suffering all alone. âAngel, no,â his eyes shook, tears welling in them as they turned bloodshot, but his sadness quickly turned into pure anger at the thought of your mother hurting you like this. âYou canât really expect me not to do anything about this!â
âHeeseung, donât please,â you cried.
âNo! You canât keep going through this,â he yelled, and you flinched. âFuckâ he mutters softly. âIâm sorry I didnât mean to scare you, Angel. Iâm just worried about you, thatâs all.â
âDonât, Iâll be fine. Itâs nothing new anyway.â you zipped your mouth after that, trying not to reveal anything more, but it was too late.
âHow long?â He asked, running his fingers through his hair.
âSince before I met you,â your lips wobbled, your body shaking with fear and anxiety.
Now everything made sense. No wonder your mom treated you like that. No wonder every time he stuck up for you, she got upset. âHey, look at me,â he cupped your cheeks, smiling slightly because at least now your suffering would all be over. He was going to make sure you never got harmed by anyone ever again. âIâll protect you.â Youâre not sure how heâd go about doing that since every time he left for work, sheâd hit you, but you trusted him. The look in his eyes made you believe that his words are true and that heâd protect you. âOkay?â He cupped your cheek, leaning in to press a kiss on your lips.
âOkay,â you whisper against his mouth and go in for another kiss.
He hums, letting you take the lead. He wasnât going to make any moves that might kill the moment or make you uncomfortable.
You deepen the kiss, leaning into him more and placing your hand on his thigh. He matched your movements easily, keeping up with the slow pace of things.
You whine, and he grabs your thigh, pulling you onto his lap. Immediately you roll your hips, humping the bulge in his slacks. âAre you sure you want this right now?â He asked while rubbing your hips.
âYes, want you to take the pain away,â you whispered and wrapped your arms around his neck. âNeed you, Seung,â you moan, feeling his cock brushing against your clit through your clothing.
âI will, angel, I promise,â he whispers, entranced by you, and he needs you just as much as you needed him, if not more.
âI love you so much,â heeseung confesses. Your clothes long gone, his wedding ring far away from his finger as well as his picture frame from the wedding facing the wall, and he looks into your eyes so lovingly while stroking your cheek with his thumb and rolling his hips, reaching the deepest parts of you.
âI love you too, Seung,â you say breathlessly, your high feeling closer than ever as he runs his thumb over your clit.
âIâll never let anyone hurt you ever again,â he promises and ducks his head down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, sealing all his love for you in that moment.
âHee,â you whimper his words, taking you right to the edge as you spasm around him.
âClose, angel?â He moans, using every muscle in his body to make you feel good. He made out with your pretty wet folds earlier, stretched your beautiful hole open just right so he could make you feel full to the brim, and he kissed every single bruise on your precious, delicate skin, taking the pain away and replacing it with his love for you everything about this night was beyond perfect and not a second went by where you didnât feel loved by the man above you he was so perfect and you made sure he knew it.
You nod confirming his words. Just seconds later, you release on his length, making you both gasp out and cry in pleasure as he messily locks lips with you again and again.
âLove you, seung, love you so much.â you breathe into his mouth, teeth clashing together, but neither of you can care, too caught up in this moment of complete bliss and euphoria.
âLove you too, my precious y/n,â strangled moans leave his lips, the first rope of cum spurting inside you, covering your insides white. The second one follows, and you feel that warmth that you loved so much, that feeling that only he could give to you.
When you see the tears in his eyes, you cry with himea, and he smiles at you.
He wraps you up in his arms, sharing his warmth as your highs take over your body. Heâs still lazily rolling his hips and softly playing with your little pearl until you both reach your highest point and slowly come back down.
When the initial pleasure fades, he nudges your nose and finds his face buried in your neck. Youâre both panting heavily and exhausted from lovemaking, and all you want to do is bask in each other's arms.
And thatâs what you do, but the risk of getting caught is too high, especially cause youâre both in his bed. After you fall asleep, he takes you to your room and quickly changes the sheets so your mom wonât notice anything and goes back to sleep. He wishes you could be there with him, but heâd make that happen really soon.
âWhat is this?â Your mother barges through the door angrily, catching you and heeseung on the sofa holding each other. You quickly jump off his lap in shock, heart racing uncontrollably in your chest meanwhile, heeseung sits still, hiding you behind him. âHow could you do this to me heeseung?!â She fake cries using her little victim tactic, except this time, it doesnât work.
Usually, when heeseung heard his wifeâs cries, it broke him to bits, but now he could only chuckle because of her nerve. Earlier in the morning, you had opened up to heeseung about everything that had been going on cause he deserved to know the full truth, and when he asked you to tell him what had been happening, you told him everything straight from the beginning.
And normally, it would have been upsetting for him to hear that his own wife was cheating on him, but he had no feelings other than relief from knowing she gave him just another reason to file for divorce after he found out the things she had done to you he had no love in his heart for her not even an ounce.
He never suspected his wife of being a cheater. He always trusted her no matter how many times she went out without telling him her whereabouts, but it also wasnât a surprise when he found out cause the dots were connecting now. He no longer wondered why she was gone cause now he knew she was out cheating or hanging out with friends and spending his money. No wonder she didnât want to treat him like a husband. Itâs because she had someone else on the side. No wonder she didnât want his body, no wonder after they got married, she showed zero interest in him. Now, he knew it was all just a ploy and a scheme to get half his assets and leave. Boy, was he blind, but thankfully, he now had you to show him to truth. Now he had someone that actually appreciated him, and instead of regretting his whole marriage, he was thankful for it cause itâs what ultimately led him to you, and he wouldnât change it for the world.
âHow could I do this to you?â He stands up and folds his arms an amused smile on his lips. âShouldnât it be the other way around?â
âW-what are you saying?â Her eyes shake between you both, and before anything can get thrown her way or accuse her of anything, she puts her dirty little plan in motion. âI canât believe youâd break up the family like this, and I never thought Iâd say this, but heeseung, I-I want a divorce!â
When he doesnât give her the desired reaction is when she finally shows her true colors. âYouâre right. It is the other way around,â she laughs, and heeseung canât believe he ever even thought she was beautiful cause now everything about her was mean, ugly, and evil. âBut at least now Iâm finally free away from you both. You disgust me. I only ever stayed for your money. I never loved you. You know why I never had sex with you after we married? Itâs because I despised you and I hated how I had to be attached to you, but in the end, it was all worth it cause now I get to live my life far away from you and that disgrace of a daughter of mine now I can live with the man of my dreams, and you can stay stuck with that disgusting bitch!â She yells at you, and you flinch, tears stinging your eyes cause through everything, she was still your mother.
âFunny how you call someone else a bitchâ he laughs. âAre you done? Cause if you are, get out, and if I ever hear you call her out of her name again, I wonât be as nice.â Heeseung puts a protective arm around you for comfort. He could only imagine how you were feeling. Hell, it was hard for him, and he was just her husband, but as a daughter, it must feel so much worse.
âNot till half of everything is mine,â she states confidently.
âAll yours.â he doesnât fight back cause he has one little trick up his sleeve that neither of you knew about.
âHeeseung,â you whisper to him. He couldnât just give her everything after what sheâs done.
âItâs okay, angel, I got us, I swearâ he kissed the crown of your head, and she scoffed.
âI want all my stuff packed by morning and I expect you to be nowhere in sight.â She turns on her heels confidently, striding out the door.
âCome here, angel, donât mind anything she says, okay? I love you, my precious Angel, and youâre the furthest thing from any of those foul names she called you.â he rubs your cheek softly, and you melt into his touch. It would be hard moving on from this and living a life without your mother for the first time, but with heeseung, you felt like you could do anything. He made you feel safe, and he always knew the right words to say to make everything better.
âI love you, hee.â You hug him tightly, inhaling his scent, never wanting to let him go. You both sat in silence, taking everything in as he promised heâd do his best to make you feel loved the right way. âBut what about all your stuff? Are you really going to let her take it all?â He just smiled at you, appreciating your concern for him and his belongings, but he had that covered too.
âAngel, I have cameras throughout the entire mansion so anything sheâs ever done is on tapeâ he never once in his life thought that heâd have to use his cameras for abuse in his own family, but unfortunately, thatâs what itâs come to, and though this would be a long grueling process in the court for you and him, he just knew after everything you both could live happily ever after, he could show you what real love felt like and he would keep you safe from all your mother's đ°đ«đšđ§đ đđšđąđ§đ đŹ.
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