— Did you ever want a one way ticket into someone's deepest secrets, feelings, obsessions, and weaknesses? I heard a yes! Then look no further than One Way Ticket—you'll learn about various men's secrets that they swore to either take to the grave or make public. All of their deepest darkest weaknesses all on display for you! (Talk about vulnerability...) Have fun going through all of the fun (Less than moral) things you'll uncover! After all, you do have a one way ticket to the maybe not so well kept secrets of the hottest men out there. Use it wisely, or else you might as well find an angry wife. You know what they say! Crying is for wives.
⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Smut (18+), Dilfs & Stepcest (Stepfathers and stepbrothers), infidelity, do not continue if you are not comfortable with any of the warnings.
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋
⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Jaemin
I meant it when I said less than moral, who wouldn't want to spend the summer with your very own stepfather: Mr. Na Jaemin. Jaemin had met you before he'd met your nother and from that moment on, he knew you were practically the one for him but one problem though—he was in some sort of entanglement with your mother. However, there is always something called a compromise and in the mean time—you'd do whatever he asks of you.
𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒
⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Yuta
With your stepdad, he makes everything feel like 100 degrees. And while it really might feel like 100 degrees outside, Mr. Nakamoto Yuta makes it feel so much hotter. Yuta doesn't really mind though, he can take the heat, he can take it all he wants—but you? Well, he's not quite sure. And what better way is there to eliminate uncertainty than with a fun little test drive? It surely can't hurt anybody.
𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒
⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Mark
Mark Lee is a responsible man. He knows exactly what he's doing and how to do it, always. The once shy and timid young man in him has dissipated into who he is today—a man who knows a thing or two. So when you come strolling your way into his life acting the way you do, he can't help but knock some sense into you!
𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐘?
⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Jeno
You are truly an enigma to Lee Jeno, your all too crisp and clean stepfather who appears to honestly either wear suits or a wife beater shirt—that's it. On the outside you seem like a perfectly confident young woman who's striving to do her best in post-secondary education. However, with him, you can't even look him in the eyes half the time.
𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐈𝐓!
⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Jaemin, Bunny Hybrid! Reader
He can't help it, he wish he could sometimes, but he can't! He knows what Jeno said about making impulsive purchases, but of course, Jaemin believes (and knows) you're absolutely not an impulsive purchase. So, he takes on the challenge of taking the best care of you—his "pretty, pretty bunny".
𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘
⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Johnny
You almost sob when your puppy decides to jump over the fence into the lawn of Mr. Johnny Suh. There was no way you were going to just knock on his door and ask for your puppy back, not when you were sure he'd seen you touching yourself one night. While your helpless puppy is in Mr. Suh's care, he finds a way to torment you through his window.
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄
⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Johnny
He just wants to touch you for a minute! He's never felt quite this jealous, but he feels jealous now. He wants to do so, so many things to you but, he's afraid of what might happen after...or not happen. Maybe three seconds is enough for his heart to quit it.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄
⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Jaehyun
Jaehyun is supposed to know better. He knows better. He knows so much better, so he thinks of a plan. He's not exactly sure it'll be pretty but, it'll leave him a single man again who's more than welcome to court you the proper way and maybe not in the stepdad way. What he wasn't expecting was all the questions you had for him.
!BONUS! 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑
⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Johnny
Johnny doesn't like to waste time, so to put it in the most simplest way possible—he does everything better.
Everything happened in slow motion, you looked at him, he looked at you. Classical love at first glance--kind of tacky, sappy, romantic shit. It was like being reborn, it was like he never ever actually fell. It was like heaven never really closed its gates for him after all.
It was like maybe everything about himself known to man was false. He’ll always be god’s most beautiful angel, but—it was like he never fell from heaven, he never betrayed every angel, he never ruled hell, he never lived in hell, he never lived in sin, he never was the Devil himself.
Then you flashed him such a charming smile and stood up. He noticed every single detail in your actions, you pulled your skirt down when you stood up and then you outstretched your hand politely to him just milliseconds after him. His brain was working in autopilot mode.
Talk about the Devil being in love. You’re his starting...now.
He shot you his wide, 60’s old-Hollywood moviestar, heartbreaker of a smile. Because of course, the Devil has to keep his cool. It’s almost written in his DNA. If he even has such a thing.
He shook your hand politely, confidently, he was never going to wash his hand again. (He’s kidding, hopefully) The butterflies in your stomach decided to say hello to you when your hand touched his.
He introduced himself with his usual amount of condescending attitude and confidence because who would simply say “Hey, I’m Satan…you?” So, he continued his usual talk of introducing himself--his name, what most people call him by, what he does (he’s the CEO and founder of this quote, “Stupid human company”), and he ends it with “I look forward to working with you, y/n.”
And with that, he went into his office out of boredom. The spacious, window covered office where he resided with the shiny plaque on his desk informing everyone about the name of the devil himself and what he does. He sat back in his chair, propping his feet up on his desk and let his glasses fall down to the tip of his nose. He was going to fall asleep but you just had to call his name so perfectly.
Damnit, he loved the way his name just rolled off your tongue. With a raised eyebrow, he looked up at you and tilted his head to the side. “What can I help you with, honey?” was what rather sensually left his mouth leaving you in a flustered state, exactly how he wanted to see you.
From that day on, he was patient with you. Doing everything in his power (which was in fact everything) to make you naturally fall in love with him. Who would want to be stuck with someone for eternity if they didn’t simply naturally love them. Naturally, the Devil would call his right hand man? More like his right hand demon man.
“You wouldn’t mind taking this to the big man, would you?”
“Oh sure,”
Was exactly how the Devil’s right hand demon man would be of help. Now, demons don’t necessarily do the whole “friendship” thing but, who would deny Satan?
Taking the form of a 25-year-old coworker— Jaehyun, a demon who's most commonly known as (as expected) Jaehyun, the demon of lust, did his best to play matchmaker with, well…a college student and an eons old demon a.ka. Satan, a.k.a very much not Lucifer.
A.k.a.—Johnny J. Suh, Satan.
Lucifer is simply a myth because who on this Earth would guess the man who held all their fears and worst nightmares in the palm of his hands was named Johnny. Who would believe the devil himself always took the form and played the role of the forever rich thirty-seven year old CEO and founder of a luxury company?
Now, surprisingly the Devil is a patient man. During your time with him in the so-called “dating stage”, as much as he wanted to corrupt you into oblivion, he didn’t. Like the shocking gentleman he was, he waited until the both of you were mortally married (and demonically married, more like bonded) first.
And as a wedding gift per se, your devoted husband gifted you, well—and island. Only, the island was a complete gateway (maybe highway) to hell. Now that he has you here, there was absolutely no going back.
To put it simply, Satan has fallen in love and won't ever let go of you who's a complete human who'll die someday. But you won't—he'll make you a demon in three, two, one…
“Ow,” you muttered to yourself. You had no idea where you were or exactly how you got here. The room was hot, red with black accents, and rather dim. A sting erupted on your wrists when you realized they were tied together and to put a cherry on top of your whole situation, you were only dressed in a skimpy dress matching the color scheme of the room.
“Johnny?” you called out in a small voice with small hope that someone (particularly your husband) would hear you.
Someone did hear you. With a hum a familiar face peeped in, Jaehyun. “Oh cool, you're awake. I'll get John,” he muttered to himself, his hair slicked back and he was dressed in a suit and you honestly didn't know why your favourite co-worker was here too. About a million questions were—
“Rise n’ shine, babydoll,” Johnny grinned, walking into the room and bending down to peck your lips. “I bet a million questions are runnin’ through that cute lil’ head of yours.”
You stared at him in shock, his eyebrow cocked up. “What? Surprised I can read your mind?” he chuckled. Nodding back, you gulped audibly. To make matters worse, you were struggling to maintain eye contact with your own husband. “W-What am I doing here, Johnny?”
And with your question, everything was answered. You're here because Johnny is Satan, he just made you his wife hours ago, he also took you to hell to make you his wife hours ago and, he made you a demon. To recap, you're the Devil's wife now…and kind of a demon.
“I know it's a lot to process,” he said, giving you a crooked smile before suddenly appearing laid back against the headboard of the bed. “Being a demon's not that hard, unless you're like me.” he said proudly, muttering the last part. Admit it, being Satan is hard.
“So we’re in h-hell?”
“Mhm, don't wanna be?”
You nodded, “It's kinda…hot and…” you trailed off, shrugging your shoulders.
Johnny quickly snapped his fingers. Now you two were in a different room, it was brighter and more warm than hot with windows. “Thanks” you mumbled, looking around the room before an odd feeling erupted inside of you.
Johnny was silently chuckling behind your field of vision, working his unlimited demon magic on you.
The feeling began in the air you breathed, soon going down your spine like a chill, and finally residing in the area that now ached the most. You whimpered at the feeling—the moment Johnny could sense what he'd done, he smiled wide. “Are you alright, baby?” he asked with faux concern lacing his voice, his finger directing your chin to look at him. Only then did Johnny truly realize how much larger he was compared to you.
You avoided eye contact with him, your breathing ragged. “N-no…” you whimpered shakily “f-feels weird down there.”
“Here?” he said, his hand rubbing your tummy, anticipating your every move. You shook your head, “L-lower,”
“Here?” he asked when he moved his hand down just a smidge, you shook your head once more. “No~” you inhaled sharply before holding his wrist and moving it down where it ached. “Here.”
Johnny let out a hum of mocking realization.“My baby's pussy hurts?” he asked, rubbing over your clothed cunt making you moan. Slowly, you could feel every thought in your head become blurry and all of your attention was focused on Johnny. He was making you dumb, so very dumb.
Snaking his arm around your waist, he pulled you towards where he sat against the headboard. His lips were right against your neck, “You gonna answer me?” You whimpered at the feeling of him being so close to you. “W-What did…did you say?” you asked, squirming from his touch.
“I said,” he began, his usual dark eyes brightening to a shade of red, “Does my baby’s pussy hurt?”
Quickening the way he rubbed your clothed area, you could only moan and whine for him louder. “Bet my little baby’s pussy’s just aching for me, huh?” he groaned in your ear with a smile, “You’re just aching for me aren’t you, that’s why you keep fuckin’ tellin’ me it hurts.”
“Y-Yes!” you cried out, sweat collecting on your forehead while you got lost in the feeling of nothing but Johnny.
“I can make it hurt a lot more, honey,” he snickered, the hand that was once around your waist was now touching your hardened nipple through the thin fabric of a nightdress. “Tell me how much you just hurt, honey. Tell me how much you ache for me.”
“I- I hurt so much…s-so, so much…”
Unbeknownst to you, Johnny was corrupting your mind so easily—without the use of any Satanic power he held, except for one.
“Hurts s-so much, D-Daddy~” you whined, the name flying out of your mouth all thanks to Satan himself. Biting back a smile, Johnny rubbed up and down your clothed slit, feeling the wet spot that formed near the area.
“You want Daddy to make it feel better?” he asked, kissing all over your neck, making you say yes. Within less than a second, Johnny’s face was right by your heat, pulling down your soiled panties with his teeth—now dimmer red eyes looking straight into yours reading every single whiny thought that ran through your head. He groaned at the sight of your soaked panties, a string of your arousal connecting to your underwear appearing. Johnny carefully removed the skimpy clothing you wore (the entirety of your flimsy clothing arranged by Jaehyun) and looked at you the way every girl wanted to be looked at. When your eyes met his, he smiled at you. The wide, 60’s old-Hollywood moviestar, heartbreaker of a smile. A strand of hair falling perfectly on his forehead before he winked.
Johnny dictated your actions before you could even form a thought. Looping your finger in his belt loops, you pulled him towards you. Your hands were shaky as they traveled absentmindedly, unbuttoning Johnny’s shirt and hastily throwing it into the void of the room. Your hands then traveled to his pants. Your eyes were widening as you were unbuckling his pants, unzipping his pants, and before you knew it—he was in his boxers. You stared at him with wide eyes while he simply stared right back with a condescending smile on his face.
You pouted up at him. “Please make it…make it stop hurting Daddy” you whined, not sure why you seemed to have forgotten every word to properly use. Grabbing him closer to you, you smashed your lips onto his, not caring if you looked like a whore.
Johnny smiled, deciding to hear your thoughts at that moment. “You’re a pretty whore, baby.” he grinned, pulling away from your grasp. “You’re a pretty whore just for me—my pretty whore, right?” he teasingly questioned, removing his boxers quicker than light could travel. Your eyes immediately wanted to travel down but the sudden placement of your tied wrists being held above your head changed that. You looked at Johnny with pleading eyes, “Please fuck me~”
The apparent demon above you hummed in faux thought. “Gimme one damn good reason why I should when I could just fuck your pretty thighs and watch you gush out all over me.” he taunted, his eyes glowing red once more.
Throwing all your shame out of the window and into the sea that surrounded the island you were on, tears started welling up in your eyes. (Talk about being overwhelmed)
“I’ll b-be a whore,” you shakily spoke. “I- I’ll be your whore~!” you squealed at the end of your sentence as Johnny rubbed the tip of his dick up and down your pussy, spreading your arousal everywhere.
“Almost there, honey,” he said, a slight tone of impatience tinting his voice “Just missin’ one more thing.”
Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, it came to you. “I’ll be your pretty whore Daddy,” As you spoke, he slowly inched inside of you, the tightness of you not daring to stop him as he was now nearly half way in. You were panting almost, the feeling of being stretched out making you lightheaded and slightly dizzy. It took Johnny a simple thought for your wrists to now be tied to the headboard as his hands spread your legs as far as they could go.
And at last, your lonely days are over.
Everything happened in slow motion, he looked at you, you looked at him. Classical love at first glance—kind of tacky, sappy, romantic shit. It was like being reborn, it was like you never ever lived the correct life for you. It was like heaven opened its gates for you after all, but hell actually opened its gates for you.
Johnny knew this, Johnny could see this, Johnny could taste this—all of this happening in his head. The harder he fucked you, the more hot tears fell from your eyes, the eyes that looked up at him with hearts. But honestly, you were looking all and around him (and at him) with hearts in your eyes. It was the sweetest thing Johnny’s ever seen.
Your wrists were rubbing together with the silk as Johnny made you squirm into the bed, “Dad…Daddy, s-so good,”
“Yeah?” Johnny groaned (though it was almost a whimper). “Tell me about it sweetheart, h-how…how g-good is Daddy makin’ you feel?” he groaned again, interlocking his arms with your legs while he watched you struggle and hiccup on your own words.
“Y-You make me feel…f-feel so, sooo good Daddy~” you whined out, clenching around him when the tip of his dick barely hit your cervix. Suddenly, you fluttered your wet eyelashes at him. “Are…a-are you go-gonna cum inside me, Daddy?”
Johnny groaned at your words before his eyes flashed a bright red again. “Course I am, baby, wouldn’t want it any other way.” he chuckled.
You threw your head back at his words, tugging on your restraints as your nails dug into the palm of your hands. Your breaths became ragged and your small squeals grew louder.
A feeling you weren’t quite used to was bubbling in your tummy, only—you knew exactly what this feeling was.
“D-Daddy…Daddy, m’gonna…m-m’gonna cum, m’gonna cum~!” you cried out, tears flowing down like a river from your face, your own cum gushing all out onto Johnny’s dick and your back arched as far as it could go. You were cumming hard. Johnny didn’t have to listen into your minds to know that there were absolutely no thoughts in there except for thoughts of him. He watched in complete awe as your entire form shook beneath him and the headboard threaten to break as you pulled so harshly on it. He could feel your walls fluttering and gushing around his dick, relishing in the feeling he’d cum just in the middle of your own orgasm causing your moans to grow. Nothing but chants of Daddy, Daddy, Daddy ever left your mouth.
“S’okay, baby,” Johnny groaned, the last of his cum shooting inside you while he moaned into the kisses he planted on your tear-stained cheeks. “You did so fuckin’ well for me,” he sighed contently, everything around the both of you being at peace with a simple snap of Johnny’s finger. The room was clean and you and Johnny were clothed, now it was just you and the sound of the ocean.
Within Johnny’s embrace, you hummed in thought. “Why does everything you want just happen when you snap your fingers?”
He shrugged, “Demon thing, I guess. S’probably some Satan thing.”
You hummed again. Another wave of a feeling fell over you and sooner than later you were all over Johnny yet again.
While the happenings between you and Johnny seemed serene, Johnny knew there was much more to such an event like this. He knew exactly what was happening up there and he could only smile when you kissed him, knowing what discourse was occurring.
“What on Earth is happening?” an angel somewhere up in there questioned amongst the chaos and rumors being spread about, well, Satan. Everyone was looking down at him, like literally. But, god only shrugged and scolded all of the nosy angels away.
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