honestly have no idea how i knew that but i in fact remember that the last piece of yours that i read was hot dilfs in your area a while ago but ig your writing style was just memorable to me which is absolutely amazing
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“Is she the missus?” Jaemin asks his friend. Jeno’s wide eyes flicker between you and back to Jaemin. He’s making sure you’re not listening.
“I wish.” He quietly sighs.
But, Jaemin looks confused. “Then who the fuck did you marry?”
Jeno’s lips form a thin line. “Her mother.”
Jaemin does a double take, nearly spitting out his coffee. “You? Married her mother? Surely her mother has to be…”
Jeno shakes his head. “I’m pretty sure I was drunk and happened to be in Vegas.” His lips are a thin line, mostly out of embarrassment and half out of regret.
Jaemin sighs. “Well,” his eyes flicker to your form in Jeno’s kitchen, studying you while you mess with whatever you’re studying for. “I don’t promote anything slightly immoral, but if you’re not gonna…” he makes a gesture. “then I gladly will.” he admits, ready to get up and call your name. Jeno nearly bodyslams him back onto the couch they sit on.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”
Jaemin’s laughing now. “See! You do wanna do a little something or two to her I fuckin’ knew it!”
Jeno quickly glances at you, who’s completely absorbed in work, then faces Jaemin again. “Shut the hell up,” he grumbles.
“You’re leaving right now.” He continues, effectively shoving his friend out of his house with a sigh.
“Her mom’s not even home half the time, Jeno!” Jaemin nearly screams. Jeno knows. He knows.
He goes to the kitchen to find you still sitting at the island counter, still studying away. You’re a smart girl, he knows that. He also knows, however, how shy you can be—especially with him. He often wonders if he ever rubbed you the wrong way.
“Y/n, honey, m’gonna head to bed, m’kay?” He says, his hand placed on the small of your back.
“M’kay.” You hum. You barely look up at him but he still smiles, walking upstairs to his room.
That’s what he finds so endearing about you—you can barely look at him. He always sees you when you stride to his car when yours breaks down, he sees you talk to your friends, peers, teachers; you’re always so confident. But with him—you can barely bring yourself to look at his eyes.
Even after doing it just once.
At first, he thought maybe he did something to make you resentful. He thought marrying your mother so abruptly or causing you to move into his house from your dorm made you dislike him or maybe just the lack of closeness after it happened. The thought chewed at him until he finally asked.
“Did I do anything wrong, sweetheart?”
Your eyes went wide, though you didn’t look at him, your eyes remained trained on your laptop. You didn’t want to look at him when all he was wearing was a flimsy tank top. “N-No.”
“Mhm. I just can’t help but think-”
“No, no, I- I’m sorry I just— Y-you didn’t do anything wrong but,” you were mumbling now “you’re just so much that you’re just intimidating.”
The corner of Mr. Lee’s mouth turned up a little. “Well thank you for being honest, honey. ” he decided to take a leap of faith and kiss your temple. “Daddy appreciates it.” He left the room, smiling to himself at the way your eyes grew wide.
He didn’t do a single thing wrong, apparently. He guessed you were just a little shy.
Which, there was nothing wrong with until that one fateful day where you both kind of got into another entanglement.
Jeno was just about to get in bed when he heard a thud in the kitchen. He would’ve put on a shirt, but he was honestly so out of it that he didn’t think twice about trudging downstairs in only his pajamas.
The house was dark, the kitchen was dark. He could only make out your form trying to jump the counters to reach something on the top shelf.
Jeno thought he was dreaming.
This had to be a wet dream, right? You were staring right at him, and you never do that.
The only thing you were wearing was one of his shirts he’d given you a couple of months ago and panties. Your panties were pink. And frilly. And had a bow on them. He was gonna die.
He blinked. Several times. “Whatcha’ doin’, honey?”
“I- I’m trying to g-get a glass.”
He narrowed his eyes at you. “Why?”
You’ve never been so confused in your entire life. And you couldn’t quite see his eyes too well in the darkness causing you to make direct eye contact with him. You blinked.
“Cause’ I’m thirsty.”
He hummed, walking closer to you and placing his hand on the small of your back. “Well maybe don’t climb on the counters, or else you could get hurt.” He easily reached above you for the glass, lifted you to sit on the counter, then walked to the fridge, pulling out the water.
“And I don’t think you wanna get hurt,” he continued, filling the glass “and I certainly don't want you to get hurt.”
You nodded. Unlike Mr. Lee, you were never quite sure if he likes you the way you like him. That is—until now.
He finished pouring the glass and held it up to your lips, “C’mon, baby.” He looked at you expectantly.
This man was out of his mind.
His eyes never left yours as you drank, smiling just a little saying “Good girl.” when you finished, setting the glass in the sink.
You watched his eyes narrow slightly at the droplet of water on the corner of your mouth, wiping it away with his thumb. You both just stared at each other for a few seconds, maybe taunting each other, daring the other to do something.
Mr. Lee took yet another leap of faith, letting his dick think rather than his brain. Fuck him.
His hand wrapped around the back of your throat, pulling you closer…closer…closer…he was going to hell. He sighed in bliss when his lips touched yours. He’s a hundred and one percent sure he could die like this. Maybe he heard a little protest of “Mr. Lee—” but he was sure it didn’t quite matter because you whimpered against his lips.
Jeno has this in the bag.
You were shocked, taken aback, confused, slightly disoriented. Did Mr. Lee just kiss you, again? Is he kissing you? Yeah—he’s kissing you and you’re still not sure how to kiss back. What you are sure of, however, is you’re making rather lewd noises all over again just because he’s kissing you.
Oh god. He pulled away. You wonder if he thinks you maybe don’t like him for not kissing back. But your thoughts are squashed when he smiles at you, chuckles at you. There’s no way in hell you can look at him now.
“Oh c’mon,” he chuckles, his hand grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. He coos. “Why so shy, pretty baby?”
His stare is taunting as your eyes flicker up, back and forth from his right eye to his left eye, trying to decipher what on Earth just happened.
You bite your lip, too afraid to say anything.
“Awe, don’t be so shy, sweetcheeks,” he coos again, shaking your head side to side a bit. “We both know you like kissing your stepdad just a little too much, don’t we, honey?”
You nod your head, slowly. He begins to nod with you, slowly growing to a more confident nod as if he needs to pry it out of you.
“It’s okay though, m’kay? I like kissing you a little too much, too.” He admits. You nod.
You wonder what happens next. You let your thoughts run wild, frankly unsure of the situation. “C-Can I sleep in your room tonight?”
Mr. Lee kisses your cheek. “Course’ you can sweetheart.” he grins, letting you off the counter and walking with you to his room.
You get settled in his bed, under his covers. It smells like him. His entire room smells like him.
Your mind wanders again, thinking why you did this, when you’re abruptly pulled out of your thoughts now being roughly pulled by an arm around your waist.
“C’mere,” Mr. Lee groans, quickly pulling you to his side. His hand securely on your waist, you wriggle around, but he doesn’t budge. “What goes on in that pretty head of yours.” He mumbles to no one but himself, you barely heard it.
You hum. Not a single second thought in your brain. And drift off to sleep like it’s nothing.
Jeno doesn’t. He doesn’t drift off to sleep like it’s nothing. He wakes up periodically. It drives him insane.
He wakes up to your ass rubbing against his dick in the night. You don’t move much, but you do squirm and your hand eventually intertwines with his during the night. He’s happy, horny, and sleepy all at once.
It’s 5 a.m. He should really sleep now, but he still can’t.
Instead, he thinks about ways to solve his problem. Jerk off in the bathroom? Find a melatonin pill somewhere? No, he tells himself, all of those require him getting up and leaving you and by the way you’re securely holding his hand, he doesn’t think he can do that too easily. He props himself up on his elbow and just looks at you. You’re so pretty he could cry. He thinks about his options. Until your ass rubs against his dick again, only this time—you whine out.
He thinks too deeply about you. Would you be mad at him if the second time he fucked you was when you were asleep? Maybe.
But maybe not. You roll over on your side, laying on top of him. He’s shocked. You’re straddling him in your sleep. Fuck him—he can really feel your cunt on his dick.
He begged someone in his brain to give you a wet dream.
Luckily for Mr. Lee, you were having a wet dream about none other than him.
Screw it, he told himself. You looked so peaceful sleeping with your cheek resting on his chest. He reached down to the waistband of his pajamas, pulling his dick out, feeling it rise up and slap against your clothed cunt. His hand roamed around your area, hooking his finger with the hemline of your panties and pulling it to the side to reveal your soppy cunt. You were definitely having a wet dream. There was no way you were this wet just by chance alone. He carefully lifted your shirt above your head, placing it on the floor, and sighing in a version of content when he felt his skin against yours.
And, to be fair, he did stick in two of his fingers, just to see how tight you were. You could barely take in two of his fingers, but honestly; he told himself you’d be fine—you were sleeping after all.
He notched himself at your entrance, his eyes hooded with lust before they rolled back into his head, slowly but surely plunging his dick inside. You were wet, tight, warm, in other words—you felt like you fell from heaven just for him.
The moment he’s halfway inside you, he mentally groans. But he then, mentally kicks himself.
“Mr. Lee?”
You woke up.
“...Yes?”
You’re honestly so hazy that you can’t tell what’s real and not real. Did he fuck you or was that just a dream? You’re not really sure, but what you do know is that your panties are soaked, something about you feels full, and you’re looking up at the man in question.
“W-What are you-,” you squint, slightly beginning to laugh at the situation (he learns at that moment he loves your laugh) “y’know I had a dream, a r-really weird dream a-and you were—oh.” Something suddenly thrust inside you, and this something was rather…large, fat, thick.
You know what it is.
It was exactly what you’d been dreaming about.
Your breath caught in your throat. Your face melted into sheer pleasure and pain when he forced your hips down to the base of his cock, making you take all of him.
Maybe he should’ve prepared you.
That’s what he gets for thinking with his dick.
His hands are firm on your hips, showing no sign of letting go or allowing your escape. He’s forcing you up and down his cock, breathing heavily as you bite back whimpers.
“You’ll do exactly as I tell you, alright?”
You nod, not feeling the need to question him. After all, he is supposed to be a sort of “father figure” to you, though clearly he’s failed.
“Then stop biting your lip and lemme’ hear you.”
You release your bottom lip from your teeth, letting all your moans; all your whimpers out for him to hear.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he praises, beginning to move you faster, making you grasp onto his shoulders for support.
You’re tired, but you can’t make this stop; you don’t want this to stop. Especially since he just called himself Daddy. You were going to combust. You’re still not sure how you got to this point, but what you do know is that you’re pretty sure you’re smiling like an idiot; pathetic whimpers leaving your mouth while Mr. Lee groans in your ear, his hands being the only thing from making you go wild.
There’s one particular thrust when your nails dig into his shoulders. Mr. Lee quickly responded, landing a harsh spank to your ass. “Naughty girl.” he murmured.
You tried everything in your limited power to prevent yourself from showing any sign that you were so close so soon; but you just couldn’t hide it. Not when you were so tightly wrapped around Mr. Lee. He picked up on it immediately.
“Pretty girl’s gonna cum, hm?” he snickers, pounding even harder up into you—you’re sure he’s hitting something deep inside of you when pressure hits you suddenly and Mr. Lee’s breath catches.
“Did you feel that, honey?” he moans right in your ear.
“Mhm.” you nod.
“You know what t-that was?”
You shake your head. “Uh-uh.”
He only chuckles. “It’s what you feel when you’re stuffed all full of your Daddy.”
You whine into his chest, never quite caring that his sweaty skin was against your own—in fact, you could get used to it. What you couldn’t get used to, was the orgasm building up inside you. It was going to be big and questioned if you were going to cry.
“Why don’t you tell me what that dream of yours was about, baby.”
You finally glare up at Mr. Lee while he’s smiling down at you like an idiot, though his brows are slightly furrowed. “C’mon,” he encourages. “Was I in your dream?”
“Y-Yes.”
“W-What,” he had to let out a groan “What was I doin’?”
“I-” you were about to begin, but the feeling of embarrassment and his dick inside of you stopped you. That was—until his hand reached up and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look directly at him.
“Why so shy, honey? Don’t tell me I need to tell you what was goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?”
You’re about to protest, but you feel like you’re dissolving in his arms. “Such a shy baby.” he mumbles before ramming his cock harder. “I bet…I was fuckin’ you. M-Maybe not like this, but I was fucking you. Exactly how you wanted, huh.”
You’re nodding frantically, you could basically taste your orgasm.
“Tell me the rest or I’ll pull out.”
Mr. Lee himself just threw an ultimatum at you.
You would be mad—if your orgasm hadn’t suddenly hit you.
Since when were ultimatums such a turn on?
You spilled everything. “W-We were on the c-couch and you bent me over the armrest a-and you fucked me, you pulled my hair, and y-you kept calling me your bad little girl a-and…”
“And?” Mr. Lee growled, immediately demanding to know the rest when you suddenly stopped. Unbeknownst to you, he was chasing his own high too.
“A-And you kept spanking me calling me a naughty girl and—Daddy!” your felt hot liquid rushing into you, slowly oozing out of your fluttering walls as Mr. Lee’s pace still never died down.
“Keep. Going.” Jeno was sure the veins in his neck might’ve been popping out just a bit.
You were breathless at this point. “Y-You said fuck…fucking my pussy w-was for w-when I was a good girl.”
He let go of your jaw; watching in enamor as your cheek fell on his heaving chest, panting trying to watch your breath.
Jeno thinks he’s the happiest man in the world.
“I was fucking your…” he trails off, waiting for your answer.
You were too embarrassed for your own good.
He grabbed your jaw again, a little gentler this time. He had this stupid smirk on his face. “Don’t be so shy honey, tell me.”
“...you were fucking my ass.” you said as quietly as humanly possible. But Mr. Lee heard it. And he was chuckling at you, still not daring to pull out of your cunt while he held you close to him in his arms.
“I’ll remember that for next time.” he beamed.
★ Why So Shy? | A “One Way Ticket” work | wc: 2.8k
⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut (18+), Dilf! Aged Up! Stepfather! Jeno, CNC, Unprotected Sex, Daddy Kink, Somnophilia, Mentions of anal sex
“Is she the missus?” Jaemin asks his friend. Jeno’s wide eyes flicker between you and back to Jaemin. He’s making sure you’re not listening.
“I wish.” He quietly sighs.
But, Jaemin looks confused. “Then who the fuck did you marry?”
Jeno’s lips form a thin line. “Her mother.”
Jaemin does a double take, nearly spitting out his coffee. “You? Married her mother? Surely her mother has to be…”
Jeno shakes his head. “I’m pretty sure I was drunk and happened to be in Vegas.” His lips are a thin line, mostly out of embarrassment and half out of regret.
Jaemin sighs. “Well,” his eyes flicker to your form in Jeno’s kitchen, studying you while you mess with whatever you’re studying for. “I don’t promote anything slightly immoral, but if you’re not gonna…” he makes a gesture. “then I gladly will.” he admits, ready to get up and call your name. Jeno nearly bodyslams him back onto the couch they sit on.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”
Jaemin’s laughing now. “See! You do wanna do a little something or two to her I fuckin’ knew it!”
Jeno quickly glances at you, who’s completely absorbed in work work, then faces Jaemin again. “Shut the hell up,” he grumbles. “You’re leaving right now.” He continues, effectively shoving his friend out of his house with a sigh.
“Her mom’s not even home half the time, Jeno!” Jaemin nearly screams. Jeno knows. He knows.
He goes to the kitchen to find you still sitting at the island counter, still studying away. You’re a smart girl, he knows that. He also knows, however, how shy you can be—especially with him. He often wonders if he ever rubbed you the wrong way.
“Y/n, honey; m’gonna head to bed, m’kay?” He says, his hand placed on the small of your back.
“M’kay.” You hum. You barely look up at him but he still smiles, walking upstairs to his room.
That’s what he finds so endearing about you—you can barely look at him. He always sees you when you stride to his car when yours breaks down, he sees you talk to your friends, peers, teachers; you’re always so confident. But with him—you can barely bring yourself to look at his eyes.
Even after doing it just once.
At first, he thought maybe he did something to make you resentful. He thought marrying your mother so abruptly or causing you to move into his house from your dorm made you dislike him or maybe just the lack of closeness after it happened. It chewed at him until he finally asked.
“Did I do anything wrong, sweetheart?”
Your eyes went wide, though you didn’t look at him, your eyes remained trained on your laptop. You didn’t want to look at him when all he was wearing was a flimsy tank top. “N-No.”
“Mhm. I just can’t help but think-”
“No, no, I- I’m sorry I just— Y-you didn’t do anything wrong but,” you were mumbling now “you’re just so much that you’re just intimidating.”
The corner of Mr. Lee’s mouth turned up a little. “Well thank you for being honest, honey. ” he decided to take a leap of faith and kiss your temple. “Daddy appreciates it.” He left the room, smiling to himself at the way your eyes grew wide.
He didn’t do a single thing wrong, apparently. He guessed you were just a little shy.
Which, there was nothing wrong with until that one fateful day where you both kind of got into another entanglement.
Jeno was just about to get in bed when he heard a thud in the kitchen. He would’ve put on a shirt, but he was honestly so out of it that he didn’t think twice about trudging downstairs in only his pajamas.
The house was dark, the kitchen was dark. He could only make out your form trying to jump the counters to reach something on the top shelf.
Jeno thought he was dreaming.
This had to be a wet dream, right? You were staring right at him, and you never do that.
The only thing you were wearing was one of his shirts he’d given you a couple of months ago and panties. Your panties were pink. And frilly. And had a bow on them. He was gonna die.
He blinked. Several times. “Whatcha’ doin’, honey?”
“I- I’m trying to g-get a glass.”
He narrowed his eyes at you. “Why?”
You’ve never been so confused in your entire life. And you couldn’t quite see his eyes all too well in the darkness causing you to make direct eye contact with him. You blinked.
“Cause’ I’m thirsty.”
He hummed, walking closer to you and placing his hand on the small of your back. “Well maybe don’t climb on the counters, or else you could get hurt.” He easily reached above you for the glass, lifted you to sit on the counter, then walked to the fridge, pulling out the water.
“And I don’t think you wanna get hurt,” he continued, filling the glass “and I certainly don't want you to get hurt.”
You nodded. Unlike Mr. Lee, you were never quite sure if he likes you the way you like him. That is—until now.
He finished pouring the glass and held it up to your lips, “C’mon, baby.” He looked at you expectantly.
This man was out of his mind.
His eyes never left yours as you drank, smiling just a little saying “Good girl.” when you finished, setting the glass in the sink.
You watched his eyes narrow slightly at the droplet of water on the corner of your mouth, wiping it away with his thumb. You both just stared at each other for a few seconds, maybe taunting each other, daring the other to do something.
Mr. Lee took yet another leap of faith, letting his dick think rather than his brain. Fuck him.
His hand wrapped around the back of your throat, pulling you closer…closer…closer…he was going to hell. He sighed in bliss when his lips touched yours. He’s a hundred and one percent sure he could die like this. Maybe he heard a little protest of “Mr. Lee—” but he was sure it didn’t quite matter because you whimpered against his lips.
Jeno has this in the bag.
You were shocked, taken aback, confused, slightly disoriented. Did Mr. Lee just kiss you, again? Is he kissing you? Yeah—he’s kissing you and you’re still not sure how to kiss back. What you are sure of, however, is you’re making rather lewd noises all over again just because he’s kissing you.
Oh god. He pulled away. You wonder if he thinks you maybe don’t like him for not kissing back. But your thoughts are squashed when he smiles at you, chuckles at you. There’s no way in hell you can look at him now.
“Oh c’mon,” he chuckles, his hand grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. He coos. “Why so shy, pretty baby?”
His stare is taunting as your eyes flicker up, back and forth from his right eye to his left eye, trying to decipher what on Earth just happened.
You bite your lip, too afraid to say anything.
“Awe, don’t be so shy, sweetcheeks,” he coos again, shaking your head side to side a bit. “We both know you like kissing your stepdad just a little too much, don’t we, honey?”
You nod your head, slowly. He begins to nod with you, slowly growing to a more confident nod as if he needs to pry it out of you.
“It’s okay though, m’kay? I like kissing you a little too much, too.” He admits. You nod.
You wonder what happens next. You let your thoughts run wild, frankly unsure of the situation. “C-Can I sleep in your room tonight?”
Mr. Lee kisses your cheek. “Course’ you can sweetheart.” he grins, letting you off the counter and walking with you to his room.
You get settled in his bed, under his covers. It smells like him. His entire room smells like him.
Your mind wanders again, thinking why you did this, when you’re abruptly pulled out of your thoughts now being roughly pulled by an arm around your waist.
“C’mere,” Mr. Lee groans, quickly pulling you to his side. His hand securely on your waist, you wriggle around, but he doesn’t budge. “What goes on in that pretty head of yours.” He mumbles to no one but himself, you barely heard it.
You hum. Not a single second thought in your brain. And drift off to sleep like it’s nothing.
Jeno doesn’t. He doesn’t drift off to sleep like it’s nothing. He wakes up periodically. It drives him insane.
He wakes up to your ass rubbing against his dick in the night. You don’t move much, but you do squirm and your hand eventually intertwines with his during the night. He’s happy, horny, and sleepy all at once.
It’s 5 a.m. He should really sleep now, but he still can’t.
Instead, he thinks about ways to solve his problem. Jerk off in the bathroom? Find a melatonin pill somewhere? No, he tells himself, all of those require him getting up and leaving you and by the way you’re securely holding his hand, he doesn’t think he can do that too easily. He props himself up on his elbow and just looks at you. You’re so pretty he could cry. He thinks about his options. Until your ass rubs against his dick again, only this time—you whine out.
He thinks too deeply about you. Would you be mad at him if the second time he fucked you was when you were asleep? Maybe.
But maybe not. You roll over on your side, laying on top of him. He’s shocked. You’re straddling him in your sleep. Fuck him—he can really feel your cunt on his dick.
He begged someone in his brain to give you a wet dream.
Luckily for Mr. Lee, you were having a wet dream about none other than him.
Screw it, he told himself. You looked so peaceful sleeping with your cheek resting on his chest. He reached down to the waistband of his pajamas, pulling his dick out, feeling it rise up and slap against your clothed cunt. His hand roamed around your area, hooking his finger with the hemline of your panties and pulling it to the side to reveal your soppy cunt. You were definitely having a wet dream. There was no way you were this wet just by chance alone. He carefully lifted your shirt above your head, placing it on the floor, and sighing in a version of content when he felt his skin against yours.
And, to be fair, he did stick in two of his fingers, just to see how tight you were. You could barely take in two of his fingers, but honestly; he told himself you’d be fine—you were sleeping after all.
He notched himself at your entrance, his eyes hooded with lust before they rolled back into his head, slowly but surely plunging his dick inside. You were wet, tight, warm, in other words—you felt like you fell from heaven just for him.
The moment he’s halfway inside you, he mentally groans. But he then, mentally kicks himself.
“Mr. Lee?”
You woke up.
“...Yes?”
You’re honestly so hazy that you can’t tell what’s real and not real. Did he fuck you or was that just a dream? You’re not really sure, but what you do know is that your panties are soaked, something about you feels full, and you’re looking up at the man in question.
“W-What are you-,” you squint, slightly beginning to laugh at the situation (he learns at that moment he loves your laugh) “y’know I had a dream, a r-really weird dream a-and you were—oh.” Something suddenly thrust inside you, and this something was rather…large, fat, thick.
You know what it is.
It was exactly what you’d been dreaming about.
Your breath caught in your throat. Your face melted into sheer pleasure and pain when he forced your hips down to the base of his cock, making you take all of him.
Maybe he should’ve prepared you.
That’s what he gets for thinking with his dick.
His hands are firm on your hips, showing no sign of letting go or allowing your escape. He’s forcing you up and down his cock, breathing heavily as you bite back whimpers.
“You’ll do exactly as I tell you, alright?”
You nod, not feeling the need to question him. After all, he is supposed to be a sort of “father figure” to you, though clearly he’s failed.
“Then stop biting your lip and lemme’ hear you.”
You release your bottom lip from your teeth, letting all your moans; all your whimpers out for him to hear.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he praises, beginning to move you faster, making you grasp onto his shoulders for support.
You’re tired, but you can’t make this stop; you don’t want this to stop. Especially since he just called himself Daddy. You were going to combust. You’re still not sure how you got to this point, but what you do know is that you’re pretty sure you’re smiling like an idiot; pathetic whimpers leaving your mouth while Mr. Lee groans in your ear, his hands being the only thing from making you go wild.
There’s one particular thrust when your nails dig into his shoulders. Mr. Lee quickly responded, landing a harsh spank to your ass. “Naughty girl.” he murmured.
You tried everything in your limited power to prevent yourself from showing any sign that you were so close so soon; but you just couldn’t hide it. Not when you were so tightly wrapped around Mr. Lee. He picked up on it immediately.
“Pretty girl’s gonna cum, hm?” he snickers, pounding even harder up into you—you’re sure he’s hitting something deep inside of you when pressure hits you suddenly and Mr. Lee’s breath catches.
“Did you feel that, honey?” he moans right in your ear.
“Mhm.” you nod.
“You know what t-that was?”
You shake your head. “Uh-uh.”
He only chuckles. “It’s what you feel when you’re stuffed all full of your Daddy.”
You whine into his chest, never quite caring that his sweaty skin was against your own—in fact, you could get used to it. What you couldn’t get used to, was the orgasm building up inside you. It was going to be big and questioned if you were going to cry.
“Why don’t you tell me what that dream of yours was about, baby.”
You finally glare up at Mr. Lee while he’s smiling down at you like an idiot, though his brows are slightly furrowed. “C’mon,” he encourages. “Was I in your dream?”
“Y-Yes.”
“W-What,” he had to let out a groan “What was I doin’?”
“I-” you were about to begin, but the feeling of embarrassment and his dick inside of you stopped you. That was—until his hand reached up and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look directly at him.
“Why so shy, honey? Don’t tell me I need to tell you what was goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?”
You’re about to protest, but you feel like you’re dissolving in his arms. “Such a shy baby.” he mumbles before ramming his cock harder. “I bet…I was fuckin’ you. M-Maybe not like this, but I was fucking you. Exactly how you wanted, huh.”
You’re nodding frantically, you could basically taste your orgasm.
“Tell me the rest or I’ll pull out.”
Mr. Lee himself just threw an ultimatum at you.
You would be mad—if your orgasm hadn’t suddenly hit you.
Since when were ultimatums such a turn on?
You spilled everything. “W-We were on the c-couch and you bent me over the armrest a-and you fucked me, you pulled my hair, and y-you kept calling me your bad little girl a-and…”
“And?” Mr. Lee growled, immediately demanding to know the rest when you suddenly stopped. Unbeknownst to you, he was chasing his own high too.
“A-And you kept spanking me calling me a naughty girl and—Daddy!” your felt hot liquid rushing into you, slowly oozing out of your fluttering walls as Mr. Lee’s pace still never died down.
“Keep. Going.” Jeno was sure the veins in his neck might’ve been popping out just a bit.
You were breathless at this point. “Y-You said fuck…fucking my pussy w-was for w-when I was a good girl.”
He let go of your jaw; watching in enamor as your cheek fell on his heaving chest, panting trying to watch your breath.
Jeno thinks he’s the happiest man in the world.
“I was fucking your…” he trails off, waiting for your answer.
You were too embarrassed for your own good.
He grabbed your jaw again, a little gentler this time. He had this stupid smirk on his face. “Don’t be so shy honey, tell me.”
“...you were fucking my ass.” you said as quietly as humanly possible. But Mr. Lee heard it. And he was chuckling at you, still not daring to pull out of your cunt while he held you close to him in his arms.
“I’ll remember that for next time.” he beamed.
★ Why So Shy? | A “One Way Ticket” work | wc: 2.8k
⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut (18+), Dilf! Aged Up! Stepfather! Jeno, CNC, Unprotected Sex, Daddy Kink, Somnophilia, Mentions of anal sex
“Is she the missus?” Jaemin asks his friend. Jeno’s wide eyes flicker between you and back to Jaemin. He’s making sure you’re not listening.
“I wish.” He quietly sighs.
But, Jaemin looks confused. “Then who the fuck did you marry?”
Jeno’s lips form a thin line. “Her mother.”
Jaemin does a double take, nearly spitting out his coffee. “You? Married her mother? Surely her mother has to be…”
Jeno shakes his head. “I’m pretty sure I was drunk and happened to be in Vegas.” His lips are a thin line, mostly out of embarrassment and half out of regret.
Jaemin sighs. “Well,” his eyes flicker to your form in Jeno’s kitchen, studying you while you mess with whatever you’re studying for. “I don’t promote anything slightly immoral, but if you’re not gonna…” he makes a gesture. “then I gladly will.” he admits, ready to get up and call your name. Jeno nearly bodyslams him back onto the couch they sit on.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”
Jaemin’s laughing now. “See! You do wanna do a little something or two to her I fuckin’ knew it!”
Jeno quickly glances at you, who’s completely absorbed in work, then faces Jaemin again. “Shut the hell up,” he grumbles.
“You’re leaving right now.” He continues, effectively shoving his friend out of his house with a sigh.
“Her mom’s not even home half the time, Jeno!” Jaemin nearly screams. Jeno knows. He knows.
He goes to the kitchen to find you still sitting at the island counter, still studying away. You’re a smart girl, he knows that. He also knows, however, how shy you can be—especially with him. He often wonders if he ever rubbed you the wrong way.
“Y/n, honey, m’gonna head to bed, m’kay?” He says, his hand placed on the small of your back.
“M’kay.” You hum. You barely look up at him but he still smiles, walking upstairs to his room.
That’s what he finds so endearing about you—you can barely look at him. He always sees you when you stride to his car when yours breaks down, he sees you talk to your friends, peers, teachers; you’re always so confident. But with him—you can barely bring yourself to look at his eyes.
Even after doing it just once.
At first, he thought maybe he did something to make you resentful. He thought marrying your mother so abruptly or causing you to move into his house from your dorm made you dislike him or maybe just the lack of closeness after it happened. The thought chewed at him until he finally asked.
“Did I do anything wrong, sweetheart?”
Your eyes went wide, though you didn’t look at him, your eyes remained trained on your laptop. You didn’t want to look at him when all he was wearing was a flimsy tank top. “N-No.”
“Mhm. I just can’t help but think-”
“No, no, I- I’m sorry I just— Y-you didn’t do anything wrong but,” you were mumbling now “you’re just so much that you’re just intimidating.”
The corner of Mr. Lee’s mouth turned up a little. “Well thank you for being honest, honey. ” he decided to take a leap of faith and kiss your temple. “Daddy appreciates it.” He left the room, smiling to himself at the way your eyes grew wide.
He didn’t do a single thing wrong, apparently. He guessed you were just a little shy.
Which, there was nothing wrong with until that one fateful day where you both kind of got into another entanglement.
Jeno was just about to get in bed when he heard a thud in the kitchen. He would’ve put on a shirt, but he was honestly so out of it that he didn’t think twice about trudging downstairs in only his pajamas.
The house was dark, the kitchen was dark. He could only make out your form trying to jump the counters to reach something on the top shelf.
Jeno thought he was dreaming.
This had to be a wet dream, right? You were staring right at him, and you never do that.
The only thing you were wearing was one of his shirts he’d given you a couple of months ago and panties. Your panties were pink. And frilly. And had a bow on them. He was gonna die.
He blinked. Several times. “Whatcha’ doin’, honey?”
“I- I’m trying to g-get a glass.”
He narrowed his eyes at you. “Why?”
You’ve never been so confused in your entire life. And you couldn’t quite see his eyes too well in the darkness causing you to make direct eye contact with him. You blinked.
“Cause’ I’m thirsty.”
He hummed, walking closer to you and placing his hand on the small of your back. “Well maybe don’t climb on the counters, or else you could get hurt.” He easily reached above you for the glass, lifted you to sit on the counter, then walked to the fridge, pulling out the water.
“And I don’t think you wanna get hurt,” he continued, filling the glass “and I certainly don't want you to get hurt.”
You nodded. Unlike Mr. Lee, you were never quite sure if he likes you the way you like him. That is—until now.
He finished pouring the glass and held it up to your lips, “C’mon, baby.” He looked at you expectantly.
This man was out of his mind.
His eyes never left yours as you drank, smiling just a little saying “Good girl.” when you finished, setting the glass in the sink.
You watched his eyes narrow slightly at the droplet of water on the corner of your mouth, wiping it away with his thumb. You both just stared at each other for a few seconds, maybe taunting each other, daring the other to do something.
Mr. Lee took yet another leap of faith, letting his dick think rather than his brain. Fuck him.
His hand wrapped around the back of your throat, pulling you closer…closer…closer…he was going to hell. He sighed in bliss when his lips touched yours. He’s a hundred and one percent sure he could die like this. Maybe he heard a little protest of “Mr. Lee—” but he was sure it didn’t quite matter because you whimpered against his lips.
Jeno has this in the bag.
You were shocked, taken aback, confused, slightly disoriented. Did Mr. Lee just kiss you, again? Is he kissing you? Yeah—he’s kissing you and you’re still not sure how to kiss back. What you are sure of, however, is you’re making rather lewd noises all over again just because he’s kissing you.
Oh god. He pulled away. You wonder if he thinks you maybe don’t like him for not kissing back. But your thoughts are squashed when he smiles at you, chuckles at you. There’s no way in hell you can look at him now.
“Oh c’mon,” he chuckles, his hand grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. He coos. “Why so shy, pretty baby?”
His stare is taunting as your eyes flicker up, back and forth from his right eye to his left eye, trying to decipher what on Earth just happened.
You bite your lip, too afraid to say anything.
“Awe, don’t be so shy, sweetcheeks,” he coos again, shaking your head side to side a bit. “We both know you like kissing your stepdad just a little too much, don’t we, honey?”
You nod your head, slowly. He begins to nod with you, slowly growing to a more confident nod as if he needs to pry it out of you.
“It’s okay though, m’kay? I like kissing you a little too much, too.” He admits. You nod.
You wonder what happens next. You let your thoughts run wild, frankly unsure of the situation. “C-Can I sleep in your room tonight?”
Mr. Lee kisses your cheek. “Course’ you can sweetheart.” he grins, letting you off the counter and walking with you to his room.
You get settled in his bed, under his covers. It smells like him. His entire room smells like him.
Your mind wanders again, thinking why you did this, when you’re abruptly pulled out of your thoughts now being roughly pulled by an arm around your waist.
“C’mere,” Mr. Lee groans, quickly pulling you to his side. His hand securely on your waist, you wriggle around, but he doesn’t budge. “What goes on in that pretty head of yours.” He mumbles to no one but himself, you barely heard it.
You hum. Not a single second thought in your brain. And drift off to sleep like it’s nothing.
Jeno doesn’t. He doesn’t drift off to sleep like it’s nothing. He wakes up periodically. It drives him insane.
He wakes up to your ass rubbing against his dick in the night. You don’t move much, but you do squirm and your hand eventually intertwines with his during the night. He’s happy, horny, and sleepy all at once.
It’s 5 a.m. He should really sleep now, but he still can’t.
Instead, he thinks about ways to solve his problem. Jerk off in the bathroom? Find a melatonin pill somewhere? No, he tells himself, all of those require him getting up and leaving you and by the way you’re securely holding his hand, he doesn’t think he can do that too easily. He props himself up on his elbow and just looks at you. You’re so pretty he could cry. He thinks about his options. Until your ass rubs against his dick again, only this time—you whine out.
He thinks too deeply about you. Would you be mad at him if the second time he fucked you was when you were asleep? Maybe.
But maybe not. You roll over on your side, laying on top of him. He’s shocked. You’re straddling him in your sleep. Fuck him—he can really feel your cunt on his dick.
He begged someone in his brain to give you a wet dream.
Luckily for Mr. Lee, you were having a wet dream about none other than him.
Screw it, he told himself. You looked so peaceful sleeping with your cheek resting on his chest. He reached down to the waistband of his pajamas, pulling his dick out, feeling it rise up and slap against your clothed cunt. His hand roamed around your area, hooking his finger with the hemline of your panties and pulling it to the side to reveal your soppy cunt. You were definitely having a wet dream. There was no way you were this wet just by chance alone. He carefully lifted your shirt above your head, placing it on the floor, and sighing in a version of content when he felt his skin against yours.
And, to be fair, he did stick in two of his fingers, just to see how tight you were. You could barely take in two of his fingers, but honestly; he told himself you’d be fine—you were sleeping after all.
He notched himself at your entrance, his eyes hooded with lust before they rolled back into his head, slowly but surely plunging his dick inside. You were wet, tight, warm, in other words—you felt like you fell from heaven just for him.
The moment he’s halfway inside you, he mentally groans. But he then, mentally kicks himself.
“Mr. Lee?”
You woke up.
“...Yes?”
You’re honestly so hazy that you can’t tell what’s real and not real. Did he fuck you or was that just a dream? You’re not really sure, but what you do know is that your panties are soaked, something about you feels full, and you’re looking up at the man in question.
“W-What are you-,” you squint, slightly beginning to laugh at the situation (he learns at that moment he loves your laugh) “y’know I had a dream, a r-really weird dream a-and you were—oh.” Something suddenly thrust inside you, and this something was rather…large, fat, thick.
You know what it is.
It was exactly what you’d been dreaming about.
Your breath caught in your throat. Your face melted into sheer pleasure and pain when he forced your hips down to the base of his cock, making you take all of him.
Maybe he should’ve prepared you.
That’s what he gets for thinking with his dick.
His hands are firm on your hips, showing no sign of letting go or allowing your escape. He’s forcing you up and down his cock, breathing heavily as you bite back whimpers.
“You’ll do exactly as I tell you, alright?”
You nod, not feeling the need to question him. After all, he is supposed to be a sort of “father figure” to you, though clearly he’s failed.
“Then stop biting your lip and lemme’ hear you.”
You release your bottom lip from your teeth, letting all your moans; all your whimpers out for him to hear.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he praises, beginning to move you faster, making you grasp onto his shoulders for support.
You’re tired, but you can’t make this stop; you don’t want this to stop. Especially since he just called himself Daddy. You were going to combust. You’re still not sure how you got to this point, but what you do know is that you’re pretty sure you’re smiling like an idiot; pathetic whimpers leaving your mouth while Mr. Lee groans in your ear, his hands being the only thing from making you go wild.
There’s one particular thrust when your nails dig into his shoulders. Mr. Lee quickly responded, landing a harsh spank to your ass. “Naughty girl.” he murmured.
You tried everything in your limited power to prevent yourself from showing any sign that you were so close so soon; but you just couldn’t hide it. Not when you were so tightly wrapped around Mr. Lee. He picked up on it immediately.
“Pretty girl’s gonna cum, hm?” he snickers, pounding even harder up into you—you’re sure he’s hitting something deep inside of you when pressure hits you suddenly and Mr. Lee’s breath catches.
“Did you feel that, honey?” he moans right in your ear.
“Mhm.” you nod.
“You know what t-that was?”
You shake your head. “Uh-uh.”
He only chuckles. “It’s what you feel when you’re stuffed all full of your Daddy.”
You whine into his chest, never quite caring that his sweaty skin was against your own—in fact, you could get used to it. What you couldn’t get used to, was the orgasm building up inside you. It was going to be big and questioned if you were going to cry.
“Why don’t you tell me what that dream of yours was about, baby.”
You finally glare up at Mr. Lee while he’s smiling down at you like an idiot, though his brows are slightly furrowed. “C’mon,” he encourages. “Was I in your dream?”
“Y-Yes.”
“W-What,” he had to let out a groan “What was I doin’?”
“I-” you were about to begin, but the feeling of embarrassment and his dick inside of you stopped you. That was—until his hand reached up and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look directly at him.
“Why so shy, honey? Don’t tell me I need to tell you what was goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?”
You’re about to protest, but you feel like you’re dissolving in his arms. “Such a shy baby.” he mumbles before ramming his cock harder. “I bet…I was fuckin’ you. M-Maybe not like this, but I was fucking you. Exactly how you wanted, huh.”
You’re nodding frantically, you could basically taste your orgasm.
“Tell me the rest or I’ll pull out.”
Mr. Lee himself just threw an ultimatum at you.
You would be mad—if your orgasm hadn’t suddenly hit you.
Since when were ultimatums such a turn on?
You spilled everything. “W-We were on the c-couch and you bent me over the armrest a-and you fucked me, you pulled my hair, and y-you kept calling me your bad little girl a-and…”
“And?” Mr. Lee growled, immediately demanding to know the rest when you suddenly stopped. Unbeknownst to you, he was chasing his own high too.
“A-And you kept spanking me calling me a naughty girl and—Daddy!” your felt hot liquid rushing into you, slowly oozing out of your fluttering walls as Mr. Lee’s pace still never died down.
“Keep. Going.” Jeno was sure the veins in his neck might’ve been popping out just a bit.
You were breathless at this point. “Y-You said fuck…fucking my pussy w-was for w-when I was a good girl.”
He let go of your jaw; watching in enamor as your cheek fell on his heaving chest, panting trying to watch your breath.
Jeno thinks he’s the happiest man in the world.
“I was fucking your…” he trails off, waiting for your answer.
You were too embarrassed for your own good.
He grabbed your jaw again, a little gentler this time. He had this stupid smirk on his face. “Don’t be so shy honey, tell me.”
“...you were fucking my ass.” you said as quietly as humanly possible. But Mr. Lee heard it. And he was chuckling at you, still not daring to pull out of your cunt while he held you close to him in his arms.
“I’ll remember that for next time.” he beamed.
★ Why So Shy? | A “One Way Ticket” work | wc: 2.8k
so abi isn’t on this blog anymore? 🤨 (mother cam. explain.)
naurr she’s on @earth-to-that-asian which is like not this blog bcs this one used to be earth to that asian but then the url changed to mull3ts so now she kinda just floats around on earth to that asian but all the works n stuff are on this blog soo 🤝
⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut (18+), Dilf! Aged Up! Stepfather! Jaehyun, Infidelity, Loss of Virginity, Unprotected Sex, Daddy Kink, Nipple Play, Slight Breeding Kink, Mentions of Dacryphilia
With a dramatic huff, you fell on Mr. Jung's bed sitting right on his thigh. “I heard you and mom last night.” You frowned.
“Yeah?” he said, one of his eyebrows cocked up in question.
You blinked a few times, trying to pinpoint your thoughts until you got it.
“Was that your attempt at making me jealous?” you asked with a tiny gasp and a pout at the end.
Mr. Jung Jaehyun blinked several times. You were so naïve to realize you were correct. And, he was too corrupt to admit your truth.
“Oh, c’mon now, angel,” he said, his fingers lifting your shirt slowly, “don’t be like that.”
He chuckled when he’d successfully removed your shirt and your panties—the only clothing you wore, “I bet you wish I was fuckin’ you, huh.”
Honestly, you were much too distracted by him to answer him and Mr. Jung knew it.
Pinching your nipples between his fingers, he pulled you slightly closer to his lap making you straddle him. “Answer me, pretty. You wish I was fucking you right now.”
“Will you?” you smiled, nearly absentmindedly.
Mr. Jung always found it so endearing that you seem to loose all though when he touches you.
He hummed. “I think it's time, don't you? Aren't you just a little tired of only having the tip?”
You nodded, eagerly. He smiled back at you.
His fingers found your slit, feeling the wetness of the area. “Oh baby,” he sighed. “Do you feel how wet your little hole is?”
You clench around nothing and he removed his hand from your cunt, causing you to rub against his cock. You’re so wet, it’s showing on his pants. Clear evidence of your arousal dampening the outline of his boner. There’s a dark spot where you’d been rubbing and it’s only getting wetter. You’re completely naked and humping his dick.
“Jesus fuckin’ christ” Mr. Jung mutters, his hands moving to tug on your nipples one last time. “Move a just lil’ bit, baby”
It all happened a little too fast. Quickly, you lifted yourself from his lap while he threw his pants, shirt, and boxers somewhere in his room. You didn’t quite notice his cock until you glanced up.
It’s throbbing and angry looking against his stomach.
Your mouth is open, not realizing you’re gawking until he grabs your hips again, pulling them down, your bare cunt against his cock.
“Daddy…” you whine.
“Holy fuck,” he groans.
You feel overwhelmed. Closing your eyes, you feel his tip against your pussy lips. He’s squeezing your hip again, his other hand playing with your nipple.
He gives you one peck to your lips and suddenly you're being flipped onto your back. He's hovering above you now, his cock between your legs. Poking. Just the tip like you're used to. He could push inside if he wanted. He really could.
You know he wants. He wants what you want.
He's staring. Taking in your entire form.
You're growing impatient. He's made you wait too long. He's made you suffer for far too long.
You take a leap of faith and kiss him on the lips. He kisses you back, pressing the back of your head against a pillow. It's longer and harder than anything either of you have experienced.
It's only for a few moments before he pulls back.
“Are you sure you want me to do this?” He questions.
“Please,” You nearly beg, your hips wriggle against his cock. “I want you so, so bad.”
Mr. Jung nods, understanding. “M'gonna need you to relax, 'kay?”
You nod. You know it can hurt, you know how big Mr. Jung is. And his dick looks like it could easily split you in half.
He kisses you again, you feel his tip prodding further at your entrance. You dig your nails into his shoulders.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he coos against your lips.
He presses further in as you try your very hardest to relax. It's nearly impossible when your cunt is getting stretched out by a cock that's barely been inside you.
He’s halfway in now, you think. You can feel all of him inside you. And then—you both let out a moan. He's bottomed out. You feel your skin meeting at your cunt. He's so deep and you're stretched out so much that it hurts. You let out a small squeak, nails digging into Mr. Jung's shoulders once more. But, he's moving in and out now—alleviating some pain as he continues.
As he slowly fucks you, you get used to his movements. His pace. And you're wet, so wet, that the feeling grows better and better. It's not as bad when Mr. Jung's cock is rubbing against your walls, hitting a spot inside you that you like.
“You're so sweet,” he groans “Such a sweet girl, honey.”
You moan at his words, the urge to tell him “I love you” slips past your lips. His hips stutter for a moment.
And he's staring deeply into your eyes. He's staring at you as if you told him the best news of his life—you did do that, technically.
He chuckles a little, his thrusts grow powerful. “Such a sweet girl, Daddy loves you too, honey. He loves you so. Fuckin'. Much.” his thrusts synced up with his words for a moment.
You feel so drunk on him.
“Tell me how much you love your Daddy inside of you.”
“I- I love my Daddy inside of me s-so...so much!” your eyes roll to the back of your head momentarily simply because he just feels too good.
You continue on. “Y-you feel so good, D-Daddy, I-, fuck, I c-can't even- Daddy!” you wail. His fingers are pinching your nipples again, flicking them between his fingertips. You're squirming underneath him, the feeling of him touching your nipples and his thrusts are making you lose it. He's fucking you faster and faster, as if his life depends on it.
You're going to cum. You're going to burst, really.
You reach down to play with your clit. You want to cum. You want to cum and you want your Daddy to cum. And you don't know why, you can't put a finger on why you want him to cum inside of you. You both didn't have a condom. You're not on birth control. But you want it and you need it badly.
You rub on your clit fast, arching your back.
“Is that how you play with your clit, baby?” Daddy inquires. “Is that what you do every goddamn night when I’m all done with you?”
“I- I play with myself a- a lot.” you pant “I- I always think about...think about you.”
Mr. Jung grabs your jaw. Making you look at him. You rub harder.
His stare could easily make you cum.
“Bad girl. Very bad,” he pecks your lips, “You're Daddy's bad girl, aren't you.”
“Playin’ with yourself without me,” he mumbles.
Tears begin to slightly well up in your eyes. Mr. Jung only smiles at the sight, relishing in the way it warms his heart in an almost sickening manner.
“N-No.” You whine “I'm— m'sweet...I'm your sweet girl.” Your whining makes him grin.
“You are—”
He gives you another peck.
“—so fuckin' sweet, baby.”
It's too much. It's far too much. You're finally over the edge. You can feel it.
“I- I think m'gonna-”
“You're my good, sweet girl. I dreamed about you coming on my cock so damn much. You can cum, baby, go on. It'll be so nice when you cum on Daddy's cock. You can cum on my cock forever, won't you, sweetheart?” Mr. Jung deliriously mumbled against your lips. He's not kissing you. Just putting his lips there.
And you cum on his cock. It's far better than your fingers, his fingers. It's far better than when he tells you “just the tip”.
It's far different.
You can feel the pressure and explosions in your area. You can feels your walls pulsing around his cock, deeper than ever before.
“Y-You're squeezin' m—” Mr. Jung grits through his teeth. “Fuck”
You're sure you're screaming. You can only hope he doesn't mind. In which he doesn't. He'd listen to you scream like this any day.
You don't think he minds when you feel him coming inside of you, letting all his cum pain your walls. It's an odd feeling. You want it every day.
Mr. Jung is groaning in your neck, his moans are long. Deep. It's almost like he's in pain, but he's not. In fact, Jaehyun believes he's in heaven right now. Maybe he died.
The sound of him cumming makes your cunt squeeze him more, taking him all in, milking him for all he's worth.
You hug him close to you. He's covered in sweat and so are you. Not that either of you mind.
Mr. Jung removed himself from your neck, pulls out his dick, watching in near awe as his cum mixed with yours oozes out onto his bed.
The same bed he fucked your mother in last night, far less passionately. Far less personally as he just did to you.
He leans back against his headboard, pulling you closer to him.
He feels euphoric. He feels fucking religious. It's as if he can think clearly for the first time in decades. He kisses your forehead.
“Thank you, Daddy,” you say, still stuck in a slight haze. It's as if you're high on him.
“No,” Mr. Jung objects. “Thank you, baby,”
You look up at him in awe as he swears to never touch your mother again. In fact, “I'm going to divorce her.” he firmly states.
What you and Mr. Lee did behind closed doors was nobody's business. What you did with him nearly every day was nobody's business.
Nobody needed to know what you do with your mother's almost ex-husband and nobody needed to know what the Lee Jeno did with his almost ex-stepdaughter.
You beckoned for it—the day the divorce would be completely finalized—the day you'd never have to worry about a single thing other than yourself and Mr. Lee.
But for now, you stayed in his big, nice house—your mother already long gone after what you call “the confrontation”.
You looked back at the college algebra study guide given to you by your professor. So much for taking a class over the summer.
You sighed. Bullshit. You continued working.
Until, you heard the garage door open. Your ears perked up and you immediately sat up. Though, you regained your composure and slouched back down on the couch.
He's home.
Your insides danced around.
You were definitely going to get fucked.
Jeno and you, you and Jeno, you and Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee and you—it was…something.
The moment you met him there was a sense of tension. Too much tension to the point where you can recall the moment like it happened a minute ago. From the moment when he married your mother, you'd always be attached at the hip with him. And, obviously, your mother noticed and didn't like the intimacy all too much.
Nonetheless, Mr. Lee just couldn't keep his hands to himself and the cat was then out of the bag and right in front of everyone a little too much. Basically, your mom caught you.
His footsteps went through the kitchen. He opened the fridge, getting something from it, and his footsteps wandered in to the living room. You're in the living room, studying, making sure to put your education he pays for to good use.
“Hi, honey,” he greeted, stepping right in front of you.
You didn't look up from your paper. It's part of the game.
You both liked to play to play it sometimes. You'd pretend to be so very busy and ignore him until he'd coax you out of it. Or, Mr. Lee would pretend to be oh so busy (honestly, sometimes he was) and you'd sit on his lap, get all up in his space, until he slapped your face and you were on your knees underneath his desk.
“Hi, Mr. Lee,” you dismissed, your eyes trained perfectly on the paper.
He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before moving his hand to your chin, lifting your face up to look at him. You could see his other hand, it was a water bottle.
He must've gotten it from the fridge.
Mr. Lee stood large in front of you. He was just very…brooding. But now, towering over you, he appeared huge. Not to mention, his frame was partially covering the light above the two of you, making him seem like a big, bad man, just here to take what he wants.
And typically, that's what he does. Not that anyone minds. Not that you mind.
And, you supposed that what's happening right now.
Mr. Lee's white button-down (folded at the forearms, as always) was nearing tight around his chest. His black slacks were just barely tenting from what you briefly saw.
You looked up at him through your lashes. There was heat rushing to your face.
“Did my pretty girl miss me?”
Your lips formed a thin line before growing into a soft smile, “Mhm.”
“Did you have a good day?”
He caressed the side of your face, running his thumb along your cheekbone before taking a sip of his water.
You watched in great awe as he drank, his throat bobbing when he swallowed.
Good lord.
“Tiring day,” you told him, “m'very busy.”
He cocked a brow and set his water on the coffee table. He came back and stood in front of you.
Mr. Lee placed his hands on his hips. “Are you?”
“Yup” you answered, emphasizing the “P” and looking back down at the paper. “I've got an exam for physics, algebra, everything.”
“Got it; you're in a mood, hm?”
God—he knows you so well.
But god—he’s nearly obsessed with you. The thought of you runs through his mind 24/7.
He sat next to you on the couch before grabbing the remote to the TV.
Mr. Lee tugged you onto his lap causing you to whine.
“Really? M'busy.” You eyes never left the paper, but you obviously weren't studying anymore. Even your eyes couldn't focus. You leaned back against him, your head slightly on his shoulder, back flushed against his chest, fully on his lap.
He turned on the TV and settled on golf. Boring. He thinks it's interesting sometimes. However, you're sure he's not paying any mind to the game—he was never a Tiger Woods fan.
His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you. His nose nuzzled against your ear; then, behind your ear where he knew exactly where it felt good. He mouthed at the spot behind your ear—licking you there, sucking you there.
“Your lips are cold,” you grumbled, tilting your head so he'd stop. “Quit, I really need to study.”
His hold around you grew tighter. His bulge under your ass grew harder. You really wanted to squirm on it.
Mr. Lee's lips traveled to your earlobe making you sigh on complete accident. “Oh there's my girl,” he purred.
“No,” you mumbled with a whiny tone. He chuckled in your ear.
You swore you could turn into putty with him.
With one arm still wrapped around you, his free hand rested right at your lower tummy, right above your cunt. His hand slowly inched to the end of your shorts. He played with the lightly colored lace between his fingers.
“Did you wear these for me?”
You shook your head, “No.”
He hummed. “I think you're lying, honey.”
“I think you're distracting, Daddy.”
He hummed again.
His hand slid to your inner thigh, slowly moving until he reached between your legs. Mr. Lee widened his legs causing you to do the same. He leaned back against the couch leaving you no other choice but to do the same.
You tried your best to lift your paper into your field of vision. You failed the instant Mr. Lee ran a single digit up your cunt.
“I am trying to study.” you tried to say as firmly as possible. But, the man only held you tighter.
“And I am trying to play.” he whispered.
You really had to bite back a moan leading to you accidentally squirming on his lap, feeling the way he was basically pressing his whole hand on you—just cupping your cunt like it was nothing to him, like it was casual to him.
“It's warm here,” he mumbled. “wonder if it's wet too.”
You swallowed thick. "Uh-uh."
“Can Daddy check?” he pressed, nuzzling his nose into your hair.
“No, m'bus-”
The hand around your stomach quickly snatched the paper and promptly flung it across the room.
“No you're not, honey,” he said, shoving his hand down your shorts, cupping you there. “Stop bein' so damn fussy.”
His legs widened, so did yours, again. You spread wider and his fingers finally ran up and down your slit. You took a sharp breath in as his fingers ran over your clit, then over your very empty hole.
Jeno relished in the way he could hear your wetness.
He teased your hole, feeling you squirm on top of him with want. He pressed a finger inside only to pull it out and rub your clit. Your cunt clenched around nothing.
“Daddy, I need...I need-” you couldn't even form words at this point. “Study. I need to study,” you sighed out.
“No you don't.” he said softly.
You hummed this time, only shakily.
He rubbed your clit in slow circles. He was pressing down harder than usual. You tried closing your legs, but Mr. Lee moved your thighs more to the outside of his making you open even wider and hook your feet near his calves.
You certainly felt locked.
“Please, Daddy,” you whined, “please lemme’ go back to work. I really need t-to—”
“Shhh.”
He held you close to him while he still, slowly, rubbed on your clit. Your head lulled back against his shoulder leading him to suck and nip at your neck with this teeth.
“Not until you gimme what I want, baby,” he murmured, nearly biting your neck. “So wet. You all wet for Daddy?”
You shook your head. “Nuh-uh.”
You wiggled your ass against him. Mr. Lee groaned against your neck, nipping at your skin a little harder. You whined and squeezed his thighs as you held onto them.
“Naughty fuckin' girl.”
Mr. Lee ran his fingers down to your soppy hole again and circled around it.
You could've lost your mind.
However, he never dipped his fingers inside.
“Daddy,” you accidentally whined.
He hummed, “What? Thought you needed to study, hon’”
His other hand slid up your shirt, lifting up your top above your tits.
You swore his dick twitched underneath you the moment he rubbed your nipple between his finger tips.
“Oh, don't worry pretty baby, Daddy knows what you need.”
His finger slid inside your hole and you nearly lost it. Your hips moved with his finger, fucking in and out of you. He pushed in another finger making you nearly sob.
“N-No,” you whimpered in faux protest. “Study. P-Please, Daddy, I need t-to study,”
But, actions speak louder than words and your hand was on his, making his palm press down on your clit.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tsked, pulling his fingers out of your pussy. “I thought you needed to study. Why the hell are you using my hand, honey?”
“Daddy!” you squeaked “Please!”
You felt like you were in the filthiest porno someone definitely had to pay for.
“Please just fuck me already,” you begged, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Just fuck me, Daddy, please!”
You were definitely crying.
“You've gotten quite the dirty mouth lately.”
You sniffled, looking at him though wet lashes. “Are you gonna punish me, Daddy?”
“Maybe.”
He slapped your pussy making you cry out.
“Please!” you cried, your voice changing due to the tears. “Just fuck me instead!”
"Thought you needed to study."
You could hear his shit-eating grin.
“Fuck it,” you whined. Tear just kept falling. “Fuck this. Fuck the game.”
“You're very needy, and dirty mouthed; you don't even wanna keep playing.”
“I'm done playing, Daddy, please just fuck me!”
“Whatever my little lady wants.”
You were being pushed off his lap, standing and pulling down your shorts, watching Mr. Lee watch you.
He stared at you with a hungry look in his eye as he unbuckled his belt, taking his cock out of his underwear. It was red and hard with precum at the tip. Good fucking lord.
You scrambled on top of him, straddling him, and kissed him. You tangled your hand in his styled hair, his nose pressing against your cheek. Your hands found their way to the buttons on his shirt, shakily undoing them.
“Such a sweet girl,” Jeno mumbled to no one but himself.
You notched the tip of his dick against your hole, slowly sinking down on his cock. You felt like you could pass out.
The “issue” is Mr. Lee is huge. Massive. You weren't quite sure he'd ever fit inside of you.
He's near unbearably heavy. And you felt it.
Everytime he'd fuck you, Jeno slid in slowly. “Savoring the feeling” he said. He remembers once telling you how much he liked the feeling of plunging his dick inside your tight cunt. He loves the feeling of your walls stretching, pulsing around him. He loves feeling himself fill you.
Your tummy always gets a little pouch.
It's happening right now. He thinks it’s the prettiest thing he’ll ever see. Other than you.
Obviously.
You sunk down slowly, feeling everything as you held onto his shoulders; your mouth agape. Mr. Lee kissed you with no kiss back from you, but he understood because he knew exactly why. His poor baby was too absorbed in him. “Holy fuck,” he nearly whined against your lips.
You sighed the moment you were fully seated in his cock, beginning to move your hips. You always liked riding him, liked the look on his face—like Mr. Lee was about to explode or collapse…or die just from the sheer feeling of you. His hold on your hips were tight, guiding you exactly where he needed you.
Mr. Lee’s eyelids were heavy, his mouth also agape, breathing hard. Your teeth sunk down on your bottom lip at the sight, biting back the urge to scream. Instead, your arms wrapped around his neck and you rested your cheek on his shoulder.
At this point he was fully in control, forcing your lips up and down his cock. All you had to do was, “Relax and take it, honey,” he groaned in your ear. “Take it like the good girl you are”.
You nodded, your whines making Mr. Lee spank your ass just to make you scream so sweetly right near his ear.
In a haze, your hand snaked up to his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. “I love you,” you whimpered.
Mr. Lee stared at your for a while, blinking slowly, then gave you a wide, lazy grin. Kissing your forehead, he murmured. “I know, honey.” He sucked in hair through his teeth when you tightened around him before saying, “I love you too, sweetie,” there was a pause, more moans escaped his lips, “I love you so…so much.”
God he's perfect.
You whimpered before closing your eyes, letting the feeling of his cock dragging against your soppy walls take over you. There was no way you'd get used to this—no way you'd get used to him. Your lips made it to his throat, your kisses quickly developing into nearly biting his neck when Mr. Lee told you, “Don't be so shy, sweetie.” with a smug tone in his voice.
It wasn't long before his hips were slamming into you, his dick stretching you out with every thrust making him (and yourself) a complete mess. He groaned, his hips stuttering the moment he heard you gasp.
Mr. Lee was so deep inside your cunt you could almost see stars.
He chuckled and kissed the temple of your forehead; wrapping his arms tightly around your waist he continued to fuck up into your like it was almost nothing.
“Aren't you glad you're not studying?” he mumbled.
You hummed, nodding.
“Always rather be fuckin' your Daddy, huh.”
You released your bottom lip from in-between your teeth, panting “Yes!”
You felt him hit a spot so deep you almost cried, instinctually clenching tight around him. Mr. Lee growled, swiftly delivering a harsh slap to your ass. “Don't do that to me, baby,” he sighed, spanking you again “you know I can't fuckin' take it.”
And he really couldn't. Especially when you lounge around the house—his house, his couch, his room, his office, his job. And especially when it was times like this where the only thing he could focus on was you and the way your slick dripped down his balls.
He really can't help it. Especially now that you live with him.
But then your walls squeezed him tightly. He was about to nearly growl a threat in your ear when your whiny tone beat him to it.
“M'sorry Daddy!” you cried, “M'gonna...gonna cum...m'sorry, s-sorry, sorry...fuck!” your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, though not as tightly was your walls wrapped around his cock.
Mr. Lee hissed at the way you felt around him. He could barely move, stunned by you and your little apology for him. He never told you to cum, he never told you that you could cum, but you were just so desperate he didn't quite care.
Once your walls were almost done fluttering around his cock, he took it as a sign to shove his dick as far and as quickly as possible inside you causing tears to fall down your face.
“Daddy,” you panted, crying out of pleasure “slow, s-slow down,”
Though you really meant for him to go faster, harder—your mind just couldn't quite grasp on the words you meant to say.
“D-Daddy, please,” you sobbed, “c-can't-”
He quickly cut you off, his hips slamming into you as he chased his own orgasm. “Yes you fuckin' can, sweetheart.” he stated. “Y-You're just gonna let me fill you up with my cum,” he paused, groaning. “And when I'm all finished, you're gonna say ‘thank you, Daddy’.”
He slapped your ass. You were sure there was going to be a mark.
“M'kay?”
You nodded, “M'kay.”
“Good girl,” he praised before becoming a mess of groans beneath you. You were sure he was close when he let out a string of curses—but it wasn't until he shoved up all the way into that you knew he was coming.
You gasped. “Daddy!”
You could die happily the moment you felt his cum fill your used hole.
Mr. Lee groaned when he came inside you, relishing in the way you'd always gasp at the feeling. He mouthed at your neck, mumbling sweet nothings accompanied by small groans.
It took him a few moments, eventually regaining his senses.
He sighed, nuzzling his nose in your neck before repositioning the both of you on the couch. He laid against the armrest with you on top—cock still nestled deep inside you. Neither of you seemed to mind all the slick dripping out and onto his thighs.
You kissed his jaw over and over again while Mr. Lee simply shut his eyes, catching his breath.
“What did I tell you to say, honey?” he reminded, eyes still shut though his lips were forming a smile.
“Thank you, Daddy,” you said in-between giving him kisses. His lips broke out in a grin. “That's my girl.”
His living room was silent. Your living room was silent. The living room was silent. It was silent for a while. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of Mr. Lee breathing softly.
You broke the silence, softly asking, “What's for dinner?”
Mr. Lee hummed. “Maybe pizza.”
“Can you not get Hawaiian this time? I know you like it but it's a little…off-putting.” you looked up at him, his eyes still shut.
He laughed, finally looking down at you. “Don't worry, honey, I won't get Hawaiian.” he pecked your lips before tapping your ass exactly three times.
“Up.”
You pouted.
“C'mon, honey, get up or else leftovers.”
“But then some of your cum is gonna leak out and, Mr. Lee, you know how I like to be all full.” you whined.
He stared at you for a second. You swore his eye twitched.
“Well I should get you a plug then.”
The way you looked at him—it was almost taunting.
“Maybe you should.”
And you both stared at each other. It was weird. Mr. Lee wanted something. He could tell you wanted something. You could tell he wanted something. You both knew you were fully capable of giving that something. But, you both were aware that right now maybe wasn't the right time. You still had college. He still had to completely finalize the divorce with your mother. But one day. Definitely one day.
“I-I'll get up.” you said, your voice shaky as you moved to get up. But then he looked at you, very seriously, before pulling you back down.
“No.” he stated. “Stay here until I get back.”
He maneuvered from you. Standing, he zipped his pants back up, buttoned his shirt back up, fixed his rolled sleeves, his belt.
He leaned down to kiss your forehead before handing you back your discarded study guide off the floor. His kiss lingered like it never had before.
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Johnny stared at her. Johnny stared at you. He’s not supposed to stare at you. At least, not in the way he is right now.
He wonders to himself, here of all places, what it’d be like to see you underneath him. Would you stare at him the way he does at you? Would you tremble out of fear? Blush? Smile?
Johnny was dying to know.
He wonders if your pretty lips would beg like he imagined hundreds of times before this moment.
You looked up at him with glassy eyes, sniffling back tears. “Daddy,” you whined. “Please,”
Your eyes were pleading at Johnny.
Yet he could only smile at you. His hands destines to leave bruises on your thighs as he held them apart.
“Now, honey,” he began. “You’re gonna lie here all pretty for me, and you’re gonna take everything Daddy’s gonna give you.”
He look in his eyes were devilish as he burned into yours. It felt like he could see right through you, everything you’ve ever seen it’s as if he’s seen.
You’ve never felt so transparent.
“And when m’all done with your pretty pussy, when it’s all stretched wide because of my cock, you’re gonna look me in my eyes and put on your pretty smile and say…”
He was expecting an answer. His question wasn’t rhetorical.
“What are you gonna tell me, baby?” he taunted.
Johnny has all the patience in the world it seemed. That’s what slightly scared you.
You sniffled again. “T-Thank you,”
“Thank you, what?”
A small slap hit your clit.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Awe, that’s my good fuckin’ girl” he beamed.
And so Johnny stared, getting lost in your eyes. It wasn’t hard to get lost in your eyes.
But he shouldn’t, especially not now.
Not at his own wedding to your mother. The one you had to come home from college from. The one that he instantly knew was a mistake when he first laid his eyes on you.
So he had to swallow his pride. Put on a smile. And internalize that he was going to do something very bad tonight.
But right now he was going to shove his feelings aside and pretend no one ever saw him looking at you—pretend he never saw you looking at him. Maybe even pretend he didn’t make out with you last week.
So he mustered all his energy and said, “I do.”
The wedding was mediocre.
From what Johnny could tell, your mother was having the time of her life and he could only keep up by half-heartedly laughing along with her. While you on the other hand, didn’t seem too elated at this marriage.
And to be fair, you weren’t too elated just as Johnny assumed.
In your defense—who would be happy watching their mother marry the most attractive man they’d ever laid their eyes on? (And the most attractive man they’d ever shamelessly flirted with a few days ago).
So you sat there, politely speaking to those who approached you (including your own mother), until after you watched your mother dance with Mr. Suh.
You approached him timidly—he was quite the large man who oozed with a godly amount of confidence. But the moment his eyes met yours for the second time today, you could instantly tell—this man did not want to be here.
Regret was all over his face, frankly.
“Is everything alright, honey?”
Your knees felt like they lost power when he called you that. To make it all worse he reaches out for your hand.
“Mhm,” you hummed, “m’just gonna g-go back home, m’not feeling too good.”
He blinked twice, a small smirk making its way to his face. He leaned closer to you, his lips now near you ear.
“I take it you’re not enjoying this,” he whispered. A knowing look on his face.
Your eyes were full of surprise. Was it that obvious?
And as if he read your mind, “I’m not either.”
And before you could ask any questions, “M’gonna figure out how to leave and maybe you and me could have some bonding time.”
He raised his eyebrows at you when he pulled away, the corner of his mouth lifted up in a smug way.
Johnny waited precisely ten minutes to tell your mother that he had to go home and check on you like the good step-father he is. And because that simply warmed your mother’s heart, he was allowed to go.
There was a jingling of keys and when you turned your head towards the door—there he was: Mr. Suh.
He looked at you with a devilish intent in his eyes. You really wanted to look away out of pure fear maybe, but something was just yelling at you to keep looking at him. As if he was irking you, daring you to keep looking at him.
In his mind, however, nothing but knowledge and power encapsulated him. He knew for a fact what he was going to do to you tonight. In his mind, there was no way out for you or for him. Johnny considered this to be quite the inevitable thing.
He walked achingly slow to where you stood at the stairs, as if making noise would disturb whatever tension was in the room. He came to a stop just a few inches in front of you. The corner of his mouth turned up a bit at the small hum you made. “M'gonna be real honest with you, m'kay, honey?”
You nodded, conscious of your voice all of a sudden.
“I made a mistake today, a very, very, very big mistake. I know you know I did, right?”
You nodded again.
“I don't like making mistakes. So,” he grinned slightly, his hand on your waist, guiding you upstairs. “You're gonna let me know if I can redeem myself and not make another mistake.”
It surprised you a little that you were now sitting on his bed and he was bent down looking at you in anticipation.
“What?” was the only thing you could let out.
“Do you wanna let me fuck you silly, honey?” he said in the most gentle way one could imagine. So much so, that you only nodded instead of screaming a “yes” right here, right now. It surprised you.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes.” his hands were already removing your clothes. “Please.”
He already removed inch of your clothing, except your panties, when you simply felt the urge to kindly beg for him.
“P-please, Daddy,” you wailed “I really, really want you to fuck me.”
Pulling your panties past your ankle, Mr. Suh looked down at you half in shock, half in amusement. “What'dya say, honey?”
Mr. Suh had a shit-eating grin on his face, never breaking eye contact with you as he held your legs apart. He easily slid two of his fingers inside you.
“Repeat what you said to me, honey.”
You let you a shaky breath. Mr. Suh's fingers felt too good to the point where you could barely think, focusing on the stretch his digits gave you.
“Please, Daddy,” you bit your lip to stop a whimper “I- I really, really need you t-to...to fuck me! Aweee, please, Daddy!”
The end of your sentence was practically cut off by the loud whimper you let out. He was widening his fingers, stretching you out even farther than you already were.
Your hand reached to grasp his wrist, you were honestly about to cry if you didn't get his cock.
“Please, Daddy” tears threatened to fall, your nails were digging into the flesh of his wrist as it worked in and out of your cunt. “Please, need you to f-fuck me, now” you whined pathetically, loosing any sense of shame.
He stared at your whimpering self for mere seconds. However, the seconds felt like hours to you.
His fingers swiftly pulled out of you and he placed them in his mouth, tasting you while his other hand undid his dress-pants and shirt.
You could only stare up at that man in sheer awe. That was, until your eyes roamed down to where his cock was rubbing up and down your entrance. Your eyes could only widen in fear and curiosity. “Is that gonna fit inside me?” you questioned, thinking out loud.
Mr. Suh let out a brief chuckle before shoving his dick inside you, making the both of you whine at the action. Johnny was breathing heavily when he bottomed out. “Course' it is, hon'”
He began slowly moving in and out “Had to just make it fit inside you, pretty girl.”
Leaning down to press his lips against your throat, he left hickey after hickey after hickey. He smiled against your skin and continued to pick up his pace, admiring the way your back arched off his bed.
“You're doin' such a good job for me, little lady.” he groaned right in your ear, easily making your walls clench around him. “Oh? You like that honey? You like it when your Daddy tells you how good you're bein' for him? You like it when Daddy tells you how you take his cock like a fuckin' pro?”
“Fuck!” you whined out, nearly unable to answer him.
His hands roamed your body, his hand that didn't rest on your waist reached down you your clit, rubbing circles into the skin.
In the back of your mind you secretly hoped he didn't quite notice how hard you were clenching around him.
Mr. Suh's grip on your waist tightened as he savored the sounds you made as he pounded into you.
“Tell Daddy what you want, baby, y'know Daddy can fuckin' feel your cunt squeezing me.”
Somehow his shit-eating grin could almost be heard through his voice.
“W-wanna cum!” you whined, “Wanna cum so bad, Daddy.”
“Good fuckin' girl,” he groaned in appreciation. “M'gonna give my pretty baby want she wants.”
He quickened his thrusts, moving deeper into your cunt as he rubbed your clit faster. He could feel you tighten even more around him. One more thrust, and he came inside you. Momentarily feeling like he lost his mind as his cum poured into your fluttering hole. The room was filled with your screaming, chanting “Daddy” as if your life depended on it while you gripped his bed sheets while you came.
When Johnny composed himself, he nearly unwillingly pulled out of your soppy hole, watching in awe as his cum mixed with yours oozed out and onto his sheets.
Before you knew it, his mouth was immediately on your cunt, lapping up your mixed juices, paying great attention to your sensitive bud until you fell over the edge all over again, panting “Daddy” religiously.
He stayed between your legs for a while, waiting with all the patience in the world until you came down from your high. Planting soft kisses to the inside of your thighs, then moving beside you to pull you into his embrace.
You hummed euphorically, “You should apologize.”
Mr. Suh was taken aback, “Whatever for, baby?”
“For making a mistake,” you shifted a little to face him. “By marrying my mother.”
He smiled lazily at you, “It could be a mistake or a blessing in disguise, honey.” he grinned widely, closing his eyes, knowing the weight of his words.
“If you sleep here, won't my mother find you by morning?” you left off the part, “and get all mad because you “forgot” to come back and then misses the flight to your honeymoon?”
“Nope.” he said, as a matter-of-fact.
“But-”
He quickly cut you off, kissing your cheek. “I have my ways, sweetheart.”
“Oh don't be so silly,” Mr. Suh would constantly laugh at you. Honestly, he once wondered to himself if you really did drugs.
It’s just, your eyes always looked so hazy.
When you were around him, you always looked perfectly awake, but something was off—as if you were constantly lightheaded.
Around him? You certainly felt lightheaded.
You weren't quite sure why, but there was always a feeling of being ditzy around him, like your mind was suddenly fogged up. You came to the conclusion that this might simply be the feeling of enamored by someone.
Even now as you lie down on his bed, your back against Mr. Suh's chest, and your mind wasn't filled with much thought.
He sat on the headboard, his legs spread wide for you to lay between them. His fingers working in your wet hole, his left hand sliding in another finger as his other stuffed his fingers in your mouth. There was no way he'd risk his son hear you, let alone have any reason to catch you choking and gagging all over his dad's fingers. Donghyuck was only a wall away from this scene.
Being so absorbed in the pleasure Mr. Suh's fingers gave you, expertly moving in and out of you so well, you didn't pay any mind to the way you were drooling. Saliva running down your chin when he swiped if off with his thumb, shooting endearing looks at you like you were his prized possession.
And in some ways—you are.
“My pretty little dumb girl, makin' such a mess all over my fingers, hm?” he cooed. Though, your mind was blanking. It was hard staying alert with Mr. Suh. You were wiped clear of any thoughts when you were hit with a wiff of his cologne.
You're pretty sure he was still talking—you just didn't pay any mind to it.
“You listening, doll?” he questioned, an amused smirk on his face. You whined out of protest the moment his fingers came to a halt.
Heat rose to your face when you bashfully shook your head no, emitting a scoff from Mr. Suh.
“Don't worry, honey, all I only said I was gonna fuck you senseless, no big deal, right?” he spoke gently, as if he was going to break a law if he spoke at a normal tone. His fingers had pulled out of your mouth, waiting for you to answer.
“Huh?” was the only thing you could muster when you looked up at him. He had a slight smile on his face. It's like he just knew. His eyes run all over the sight in his lap, from your dripping hole to your fucked out face. His dick twitches at the sheer thought power he holds over you.
“M'gonna make that little hole of yours gush till it's all throbbing n' ready to cum,” he tells you like it's nothing “Sound good?”
“Mhm,” you nod slowly, feeling yourself slip away at the sound of his voice. “C'mon then, baby,” he began, pulling his fingers from your cunt making you whine. “Sit on Daddy's cock.”
You slid down Mr. Suh's boxers, watching in awe as his cock sprang up a red color, oozing precum from the tip.
Mr. Suh, who was admittedly a little tired of your gawking, harshly pulled your hips towards his dig, notching the tip with your core. His hands were firmly on your hips, working you down his cock, groaning out and savoring the feeling of stretching you out.
You sighed out of relief when he let out a string of curses, bottoming out inside you. “Fucking shit, baby,” he groaned, “you're such a fuckin' slut but you're still so tight.”
You whined at his comments, relaxing in his arms. Mr. Suh seemed to pick up on this, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Dumb little slut.” he murmured to no one in particular.
He held your lax body in his arms, waiting for your walls to adjust to his size.
Unbeknownst to him, you didn't particularly care that it hurt. In fact, you only had one thought. “Y-You're not gonna fuck me, Daddy?”
Johnny almost wanted to laugh at you. But, he gives you a questioning look.
Your eyes might be hazy, but it won't hide the pain and pleasure lingering in them.
You nodded, “Wan' it to hurt.”
He shrugs to himself. Pushing you off his lap and onto your back; he hovers above you, his hands securely on your sides before shoving his dick straight back in—neither of you caring if Donghyuck could hear you or not.
He lifts your legs, letting him reach farther inside. You're rendered helpless, smiling like an idiot as you beg Daddy to “Fuck me haaarder, please.”
“Look at you,” He scoffs “My sex obsessed little slut takin' my dick like a fuckin' pro, isn't she?”
Mr. Suh laughs and groans simultaneously when you do nothing but bite your lips and whimper at him.
“Fucked out little bitch.” he manages to say in the most loving way possible.
It's crazy how he does that, honestly.
There's not a thought in your head unrelated to Mr. Suh while he spits out hazy words at you and you were completely unaware as you're drooling and crying over him; your nails digging into his veiny forearm making him throw his head back at the pain. “Daddy,” you'd mewl, clawing at the man.
Mr. Suh wiped your tear stained cheeks (your hand still tight around his wrist), “Look at you, crying over a guy who's twice your age.” he coos “You're mine, honey, can you understand that?” he chuckles when you give him an “Uh-huh”.
“You don't care much for those lousy little college boys, hm? My baby doesn't care about those little frat-shits, right?”
“Uh-huh,” you pant, feeling your orgasm get closer and closer until—“Awe, fuck, Daddy! F-Fuck, h-harder!” you scream, “C-Cumming, D-Daddy!” you cry, your mind going blank as a waves of please wash over you; your body wriggling underneath Mr. Suh. You swear your orgasm could've lasted minutes.
“Thaaat's my girl, cumming all over me.” he swears under his breath, bucking his hips up into you relentlessly when he cums, mumbling on and on about how well you take his load.
At this point, he didn't care about the mess oozing onto his sheets. All he really cared about was the feeling of you wrapped around him and your cum dripping down his balls.
Sometimes he wonders if he's a little much.
He doesn't think you mind though, you seem to just melt when he's with you.
Neither of you say anything while you catch your breath, you both coming to a realization—there was no way Donghyuck didn't know what you and his father did.
“Hyuck…Hyuck won't mind, would he?”
“Of course he won't.” Mr. Suh reassures you, kissing your forehead.
“Don't be so silly, honey,” he chuckles.
★ “Silly”, a re-write of Silly written in 2020
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Look at him. Mr. Nakamoto—your very own McDreamy—mowing the yard in impossible heat. You’re 101% sure there’s a heat warning.
He’s handsome and perfect in every way, but unfortunately, isn’t your husband. He’s your mother’s. He’s miserable being your mother’s, but she’s never around enough for him to break it to her.
You’re stuck in his house until college begins again in August, but for now; you opt to watch him from the patio with all the shade you could possibly need. Just sitting there in nothing but one of his not sweat drenched tank tops all because he told you to, “Wait here like a good fuckin’ girl.”
And you were—you are—his good girl. Always.
Just like moments earlier when he very kindly asked you if he could eat you out. You said yes; obviously.
It doesn’t take long for Mr. Nakamoto to conclude his mowing as the next thing you know—he’s looming right over you! His eyes are incredibly dark when you look up at him. You should’ve trusted him when he said he could handle heat, he’s not sweat-drenched like you thought he’d be.
“Hi, sweetheart.” he greets, his dark eyes contrasting with the slight smile he gives you. Before you can say a word, he moves you to sit atop the patio table and spreads your legs wide open, lifting up your tank shirt above your chest in the process. You’re about to say something out of the sudden embarrassment, but he manages to stop you. “Were you a good girl?”
You nod eagerly, “I did everything you said.”
“You did.” he smirked, “You sat here all nice and pretty for me, honey,” his eyes darted to your tits. He pinched your nipples making you gasp, “and Daddy’s so proud of you, sitting here in all the heat.”
But suddenly, he pointed to somewhere behind you—“Look over there.”—immediately causing you to turn your head in confusion. “I- I don’t see anything- oh!” you gasped. You felt something hot and hard begin to rub up and down your still soaked pussy. Mr. Nakamoto was dragging his cock up and down your cunt, rubbing your clit with his tip every now and then. You tried to jut your hips forward, whining “Please just fuck me, Daddy, d-don’t tease!”
Mr. Nakamoto chuckled at you.
His cock notched at your slit, you braced for him to push in.
He shoved in. He plunged inside, all the way, making you scream and Mr. Nakamoto groan.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered, “So good, always so fuckin’ good, baby.”
His hand held you by your left thigh as he thrust up into you, watching in awe as your tits bounced up and down with every move he made. “So good, so pretty,” he grunted.
You whined, nodding with your teeth sunken in your bottom lip, “M’good,” you blabbered “m’good…good girl.”
He chuckled, “That’s right honey,” he landed a small slap to your face with his free hand, he likes seeing his hand print on your body “you’re a very good girl.”
You smiled in bliss, throwing your head back, just getting lost in the feeling of him. It made Mr. Nakamoto place his hand on your throat, his grasp just tight enough to make you feel a little pressure. With a particular thrust, he hit the good spot inside you and you cried out his name, “Daddy!”
It was always like this, you screaming and crying when he fucked you. Mr. Nakamoto only constantly let out grunts and curses, though he is just as affected as you are—it makes you burn with embarrassment the more you think about it.
You reached down to rub your clit, but he quickly swatted your hand away. “Lemme’ do it, sweetheart.”
You quickly nodded, your mouth agape when he reached down between the both of you to play with your clit.
Mr. Nakamoto spread your leg to the side just a little farther and his thrusts fastened, becoming more hurried by the second. He was about to cum. You couldn’t imagine if he was hard just thinking about you the entire time he was mowing the yard.
You whine and try to swallow the spit in your mouth as an attempt at moistening your mouth. Your hips are jutting in his direction, wanting to meet his hips. Neither of you seemed to mind the sound of skin slapping, or the fact you were both so loud with your cries and his grunts, being in your own backyard seemed like being in your own world.
“Can you cum, baby? Can my good little slut come all over Daddy’s cock?” he asked, his voice raspy and laced with want.
“M-Mhm,” you nodded “M-M’gonna cum all over y-your dick, Daddy~”
You threw your head back again, focusing on his thrusts and his hands all over you until you felt a bubbling in your cunt and lower stomach. You closed your eyes and let your whines ring through the air all high-pitched and needy. You could practically see Mr. Nakamoto’s smile when you came all over him. Cries of “Daddy!” escaped from your lips over and over again.
Waves of pleasure rolled over the both of you while you came, your orgasm triggering Mr. Nakamoto’s own. He fucked you even faster than before, murmuring on and on about how much he loves his “little slut”. He groaned all loud and throated, spilling his cum inside of you, his hips twitching and everything. Mr. Nakamoto didn’t dare to pull out.
He kissed your forehead, your nose, your cheek, your lips, and eventually made it down to your neck and chest where he basically bit you all over leaving soon-to-be hickies in his wake.
He unfortunately pulled out, watching in amusement as his cum spilled out of you and onto the patio and table as he adjusted himself back into the shorts he wore.
You wrapped your arms around his neck; pulling him flush to your body, you kissed him, your tongues were fighting for dominance. He’d probably punish you later for that. Not that you cared much, you’d take it.
You pulled back, grinning, “Thank you, Daddy.”
“My pleasure, bab-”
There was a loud “ahem” that clearly came from the neighbor next door. But to be honest, “next door” was a little far away.
You both stared at each other in embarrassment.
“Let’s ‘hope’ they don’t tell your mom.” he light-heartedly laughed. Mr. Nakamoto’s (and your) focus went back to kissing you. “Yeah.” You hummed, smiling against his lips, he mirrored your expression before his eyes shot down to your phone.
It was ringing. It was your mom.
Suddenly, it felt way over a hundred degrees outside.
“Who knew you’d be making out with your stepfather in a car today while you wait for your mother to send a text saying you could leave because her flight wasn’t delayed!”, sounds more like it--but who would want to announce that to the whole world?
Honestly, this could’ve been much easier if you’d just moved up to the passenger seat, but that doesn’t sound like much fun.
Anyone could’ve tapped on the window and Jaemin would’ve never noticed because his body was turned to you who sat on the edge of the backseat to reach him.
“Dad…D-Daddy,” you whined into the kiss when Mr. Na’s hands held your jaw to deepen the kiss.
He hummed as one of your hands snaked into his hair while the other gently clawed at his back, “That’s right,” he quickly said before you kissed him again. “Fuck--t-that’s my name sweetheart.” he smiled making you pout as you slightly began to crawl to the front seat, your eyes never leaving Mr. Na’s lips though.
A string of saliva connected the two of you before he pulled you back to him. Mr. Na was busy burning your face into his memory until his back harshly hit the steering wheel.
You both jumped at the loud sound and immediately looked out the windshield to find only a random man looking at Mr. Na’s car. You felt a cold sweat at the guy you accidentally made eye contact with, could he see you basically straddling your own stepfather?
“C-Can he see us?” you asked while sliding down into the passenger seat, your pupils dilated by the events that just occurred. Mr. Na hummed, pulling you in closer to him--his lips were right next to your ear.
“No, tinted windows. You scared someone’ll catch you being so needy for your own Daddy?” he asked with a certain condescending tone to his voice before he left a certain red mark on your neck and pulled away; resting back against the seat, stretching.
Well thank god for tinted windows.
Jaemin quickly checked his phone, then his watch. “C’mon, let’s get outta’ here.” he said with the click of his tongue. He turned to you with one of the sweetest smiles on his face, or at least you thought it was a nice smile until he held out his hand. “Give me your panties, baby.”
His smile widened the moment you reached underneath your dress and pulled down your panties.
“White?” he snickered before shoving the fabric into his pocket causing you to only pout.
“Oh, c’mon,” he pouted back, holding your chin in his hand and moving it back and forth a little while he was driving, “Such a pouty little thing.” he chuckled to himself.
Lord have mercy on your soul, this man could easily be the death of you.
He sighed when you reached a red light. Tapping on the steering wheel, he glanced over at you and then your skirt. “You wouldn't mind lifting your cute lil’ skirt for me, would you?”
“Why on Earth would you want me to do that, Mr. Na?” you smiled, giving him side-eye.
He gasped as if he was hurt when the light suddenly turned green. “Ouch—that hurt me so, so much sweetness. I guess I'll just wait another year to get a divorce.”
“You're kidding.”
“Hmm, dunno. Lift your skirt and I'll tell you.”
You gave him a sarcastic look of scrutiny. “Well I dunno, a year isn't that long of a time to wait.”
Mr. Na rolled his eyes. “Bullshit. Last time we were alone I precisely remember you begging me over and over again for me to divorce your mother…and…”
Your face was burning, “And?”
He smiled, “And my fingers were stuffed inside of you at that exact moment.”
You huffed in defeat, lifting your skirt.
“Why thank you, baby.” he winked, momentarily glancing at your embarrassed form. Mr. Na's middle finger rubbed up and down your soppy slit. He hummed then chuckled.
“Were you getting off on being a stubborn brat?” he asked with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Oh?” he gasped, raising his eyebrows when you didn't respond. “I always thought you were so good for me, y/n, but I guess you've just had a little secret, hm?”
There was a pause in the car as Mr. Na smirked, looking at you from the corner of his eye. He took your silence as a sign he was right.
“You do have a little secret!” he exclaimed.
You were trying your best not to lose your composure.
“Awe, it’s okay to admit it—s’not like you have anything to hide from me, I mean-”
You gasped when his middle finger slid into you.
“I mean—I do that on the regular, you can’t have a thing to worry about.” he continued his previous sentence with a certain edge to his voice.
“U-Uh-huh,” you said a little absentmindedly, gnawing on your lip while your hand made an unsuccessful attempt to hold his wrist when you felt him add a second finger.
Mr. Na took his eyes off the road for one moment. “Oh look at you! Already just a mess for me, aren’t you?” he cooed. “We’ll just have so much fun together at home, won’t we?”
His words sent butterflies straight into your tummy.
It wasn’t long before you felt yourself wanting to cum. Your grip on Mr. Na’s wrist tightened as you could feel your orgasm hit you any second now.
“Daddy~” you whined, your voice shaky and your breath airy. “D-Daddy, m’gonna…m’gonna cum~”
When you panted out those words, he only continued to make “come here” motions with his fingers over and over again.
“Mmm, how about…no.” he grinned, pulling his fingers right out of your soaked hole.
You were speechless to say the least but, you always had more than a few bright ideas in store for your one and only Mr. Na.
Grabbing his wrist off of your thigh, you brought his fingers up to your lips and gave them a long lick before taking the entirety of his digits into your mouth.
He gave you a stern look of disbelief (mostly because the tent in his pants wasn’t going away anytime soon and he secretly thanked everything ever that you’d both be home in a few moments).
“C’mon, sweetness. I kinda need to focus on the road here.” he chuckled, his breath slightly shaky.
He mentally cursed himself (and also thanked himself as you finally pulled up to his driveway) when your tongue swirled around his fingers.
You released his fingers with a “pop” before he got out the car to open your door, holding out his hand for you.
“You’re so damn lucky I treat you like a whole princess while you give me blue balls.” he said under his breath, yet you heard him and grabbed him by the collar of his polo shirt.
He was so close to your face that if you weren’t slightly mad at him, you’d be blushing your face off. “You’re the one who didn’t let me cum, mister.” you spat, pulling him even closer to close the gap between both of you.
Mr. Na hummed against the kiss, holding your face in his hands to pull away.
“I’d love to kiss you right now, dear, I really would but the truth is the neighbors could literally look outside and see…us.” he smiled a little sheepishly, stuffing your panties into his pocket extra deep.
You blinked a few times, your entire body burning up. “Right.” you said, dragging out the “I”.
And you truly have never ran somewhere so fast in your entire life.
The instant Mr. Na closed the door behind him, you just about fell to your knees—pleading, begging for him to fuck you. It was a sight that Jaemin would give anything to experience again.
“Don’t you just look so cute,” Mr. Na cooed, caressing your cheek before practically dragging you to his room where he removed every inch of clothing from both of your bodies.
Spreading your legs wide, you looked up at him with such pleading eyes that he couldn’t ever say no to.
Taking his veiny dick in his hands, he dragged the tip up and down your soppy hole.
“Please Daddy,” you whined, though your voice was almost a whisper, “P-Please stop tease…t-teasing.”
There was honestly something about your voice that made Jaemin want to do whatever you wanted, but he only smiled—a very cheeky one in fact.
“Well since you asked so nicely,” he cooed with a condescending tone to his voice while not bothering to even push his cock in slowly—it was fast and quick making you feel full immediately. “Feel free to cry, sweetness~” he groaned while his lips were next to your ear.
A shiver ran up your spine at his words as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. There was nothing you could do (more like wanted to do) to stop him from intertwining his arms with your thighs, pulling you closer to him, letting him hit deeper than he’d ever been.
“Holy fuckin’...fuck, fuck, fuck,” he stammered on with every thrust he gave. Letting go of your thighs, he sternly told you to “Keep em’ wide open, ‘kay?”, before holding your wrists above your head.
Jaemin loved times like this when he had you all alone to himself.
“I fuckin’ love it when you’re like this, sweetie, f-fuck!”
And he really meant every single word of it—yet your mind was barely coherent (and probably letting every intrusive thought win right now).
“Yeah?” you whined in a breathy tone.
“Y-Yeah.” Mr. Na responded, confirming his words.
He continuously slammed his hips, knowingly hitting the exact spot he needed to hit in order to send you right over the edge.
“F-Fuck, m’gonna cum Daddy~” you mewled, your nails digging into the palm of your hand. “M’g-gonna cum~” you repeated, feeling like you had no control over your body.
“Oh yeah?” Jaemin said, shooting you a lazy grin as sweat was forming on his forehead. “Whoever are you gonna cum for, sweetness? C’mon, tell me, now.”
“W-Who am I gonna…g-gonna cum for?” you asked, your breath shaky in an attempt to not moan out.
“Uh-huh--tell me, tell Daddy.”
You really didn’t need to think much—”You!” you nearly screamed, “Y-You Daddy, f-fuck, only…only you~”
He groaned, obviously pleased with your answer, and placed an endearing kiss to your cheek. “Then you can cum whenever you’d like, baby.” he cooed, amused at the way you’re a complete mess underneath him.
With your lip tucked in-between your teeth, your back arched like Mr. Na had never seen before making him cum as well.
Your moans were uncontrollable as your eyes fluttered open to see Mr. Na in all his sweaty, post orgasm glory.
While catching your breath, you wiggled your wrist out of his loosening hold and pulled him closer to you, not even caring about how his cum was oozing out of you and soiling the couch. In a moment of recovering from your incoherency, you may have let an intrusive thought win.
You whined, your voice shaky. “I- I love you.”
And in a moment of recovering from his near incoherency, Mr. Na may have also let an intrusive thought win.
“I love you too. So, so fuckin’ much.” he murmured loud enough for you to hear before planting kisses on every inch of your body he possibly could.
But it was at that moment of realization when Jaemin realized something—he was screwed.
Mark thought he was like you once, shy, timid, unsure. But one singular move proves him completely wrong.
You were introduced to him as his daughter’s friend, the daughter of the couple next door, swinging by for a few weeks before heading back to campus. He gave you a handshake, a polite smile. He thought you were just a little shy when you could barely hold up a conversation with him, only speaking when he asked you something.
Initially, Mark didn’t think anything of it.
He knew you were watching a movie with his daughter, so he went back up to his room, tending to whatever business he needed to. That’s when he thought something of it. He thought about how pretty you are, gorgeous even. Sure you were shy, but he’s sure that some people are like that at your age. He knows he was like that at your age.
Mark’s not blind, he could see right through you from where your eyes subtly darted when he spoke to you. He likes you. Besides being a sight for sore eyes, you’re smart, clever, witty, he sees the way you talk to his daughter. He just wishes that maybe you were a little bolder.
Mark Lee doesn’t make first moves.
That’s when you lied between your teeth to your friend saying you needed to use the bathroom. You didn’t really. You didn’t even know why you even told her that. So, you walked upstairs, hunting for the bathroom when you decided to go…left, right, left…right—you decide to go right. As soon as you do, the bedroom door swings open making you stumble back into a wall. You blink a couple of times.
Oh look, it’s Mr. Lee.
“Holy shit,” he apologizes, his eyes widening in horror. “A-Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
You’re still rapidly blinking, also in horror. “N-No, sorry, Mr. Lee. I- I didn’t mean to, uhm, yeah.”
He’s confused for a second. He glances at the bathroom door. “Were you gonna go in there?”
“Uh-”
“Because, honestly, the toilet’s just kinda like a little-”
Screw it. The next thing you know you’re shoving his chest back into his room. He hums a little in surprise, muttering “What the—?” the moment the door clicks behind you. You’re a little surprised you did that.
He’s a little surprised he let that happen.
You breathe in. “I want to suck your cock.”
What the fuck. You’ve never done this before. Why did you just tell him that? You're only acquainted with Mr. Lee and, to be completely honest, you don’t even remember his first name—John? Marcus? William? You're sure it starts with an M. You’re also sure it’s probably Mark.
Mr. Lee does a double take. “Did you say…?”
You nod. “Yes. I wanna get on my knees and gag on your cock.”
He narrows his eyes down at you.
“Please.” You add, hoping that maybe it’ll convince him.
“Y/n, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he trails off like he’s skeptical. “You’re young, I’m like twice your age..and I don’t think maybe you’d wanna mingle around some guy like me, honey. You should go for someone younger, maybe, closer to your age, y'know live your life.” He continues, “Besides, I’m an adult, you’re probably barely an adult, and I just don’t think you should be getting into adult games you should be getting into young adult things.” His hands are on your shoulders at this point.
Is this man serious? He’s not your dad. “Y’know, Mr. Lee, thank you for the fatherly advice, but, I’d rather you give me life lessons while your cock is in my mouth.”
One of his eyebrows is cocked up, probably in amusement. “Uh-huh…you sure you wanna…”
“Suck your cock? Yes.” you answer immediately. “Please.” You add, again.
“Well,” he shrugs, walking over and sitting in one of his cushioned chairs. “Just tell me if it gets too much for you, honey.” he sighs, pointing for you to sit in-between his thighs—you quickly oblige, getting on your knees in front of him.
You look up at him as you unfasten his belt, pull down the zipper; your fingers reaching for the waistband of his briefs. His voice interrupts your movements, “You sure my kid’s not gonna wonder where you went?” he pries “Whatcha’ gonna do if she comes in to see her pretty little friend gagging on her dad’s cock, hm?”
Fuck you for wearing shorts. You could feel your wetness begin to ooze out of you.
The corner of Mark’s mouth curls up just a little when you don’t respond to him, opting to pull his briefs down lower until his swollen dick slips out, slapped against his stomach. Your lips part in awe, looking at it up and down; your eyes fixate on the white fluid beading at the tip. It’s precum according to Twitter.
Your stomach is doing somersaults. Why did you think you could do this? Why did you think you could fit all of that in your mouth? You have a gag reflex!
Fingers creep through your hair, almost soothing you, messing your hair just a little. “Go on, baby,” he pushes. “Take it just like you told me you wanted to.”
You press an unassuming kiss on the base of his cock first, earning a curse from him.
God you’re such a virgin.
You stick your tongue out, letting it glide from the base up to the precum where you close your mouth around the tip. His fingers in your hair leave your scalp, the fingers wrap around your hair creating a makeshift ponytail, insinuating he wants to have control over her. Maybe he’s holding back.
Yeah Mark is definitely holding back.
If it was anyone else like one of his flings, he would’ve already been far into their throat, shoving his dick in as far as allowed. But he’s not. Because you’re different. He likes you. He definitely likes you. If you were just anyone else he would be less…reserved. He doesn’t want to scare you. He’s refraining himself.
It’s not for long, though. You come to realize that you need more, you want him to teach you about his stupid “adult games”. You use one of your hands to play with his balls and the other to hold onto his calf. You release your hold when you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, a.k.a the part you couldn’t fit in your mouth. He twitches in your mouth, while he cusses again, his grip on your hair tightening. You assume you’re into pain by the way your cunt clenches around nothing at the feeling.
Mr. Lee clicks his tongue, the “tsk” he gives is just a little condescending. Using his free hand, he grips your jaw to help you out a bit, easing his dick further into your mouth. “Such a pretty girl with a pretty mouth,” he grins. You take another inch of him, trying your best to use your tongue more than your teeth. You conclude sucking dick might be harder than you thought.
“Look at you, struggling on my dick. Pretty baby’s havin’ a little trouble down there, isn’t she?” he chuckles at the way you glare up at him, all helpless and at his disposal. “Don’t forget to breathe through your nose, baby.”
You try to breathe in, breathing in his scent as you take him deeper, letting him guide you by your hair. You swirl your tongue around his base, emitting soft groans from him. Gosh your jaw hurts. And he hasn’t even hit your throat yet!
He groans, loudly. “Fuck, I love your little—shit—You ever had a cock in your mouth, baby?”
You don’t answer, his hold on your jaw tightens. “Answer me.”
Tears are forming in your eyes as you shake your head. You pull back a little only to plunge his cock farther, his pubes tickling your nose just a little.
“Good girl,” he praises, your chest swells with pride. “Such a smart girl, aren’t you?”
You’re so wet now, you’re desperate. You bob your head, tears becoming more prevalent in your eyes everytime he hits your throat. He smiles, using his thumb to wipe away your tears while still holding your jaw.
You finally have the courage to look up at him, seeing how large he appears from this angle. He’s got a small smirk on his face, a strand of his greying hair fallen on his forehead.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Look at how fuckin’ gorgeous you look,” He praises, now rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “You’re such a slut too, beggin’ to suck your friend’s dad’s cock. You love my cock, don’t you?”
You whine around his dick, gasping when he yanks you by the hair to pull out. He’s looking at you expectantly. A smirk plastered on his face. You bite your lip, nodding your head eagerly. “Yes!” you cry “Yes, sir!”
He’s immediately satisfied, plunging your mouth back straight to his dick. This time, you hollow out your cheeks, sliding your mouth even further and backwards. His hips thrust upwards, clutching your hair harshly as he uses your mouth. “Such a good girl for me, baby, fuck. Baby knows how to use her mouth for some good, huh?”
His praise makes you hum around his shaft. Though, a part of you feels just a little jealous he’s been with other people. Not to mention the fact that he’s clearly had a wife.
Mr. Lee’s dick hits the back of your throat making you gag around him. “Thaaat’s my little slut,” he groans out. “Gag on my dick like I know you wanna.”
You do as you’re told, letting his cock slide into the back of your throat over and over again. You feel him twitch inside you, his hips beginning to stutter.
He cusses again, “M’gonna cum, baby,” he pants “M’gonna cum down your throat, and you’re gonna fuckin’ take it, aren’t you?” he chuckles. “You’re gonna take it just like you wanted, pretty girl.”
You whine around his cock. He smiles.
Mr. Lee is beyond pleased. Good.
“Fuuuck,” he lets out a long drawl before he shoots his cum straight down your throat. Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head at the feeling. He yanks you off his dick, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his dick. “Swallow it all.”
You oblige. Looking up at him when you’ve taken everything. “I’ve never done that before.” you timidly admit.
He scrunches his nose at you, his eyes still hooded. “Lying is a bad, bad thing to do, little girl.”
You pout, “I swear!”
“Then you’re very good at it,” he holds your jaw again, his thumb parting your lips. “You ever been kissed before?”
“Once or twice.” you murmur, a little ashamed.
He gives you a little smile, his lips now touching—kissing yours. You whine against him, your hand resting on his thigh. He grins against your lips, reaching down to pick you up and place you on his thigh. You’re pretty sure he can taste his cum now that his tongue made its way inside.
Something possessed you when you were straddling his thigh, the next thing you knew, you were rubbing your cunt on his leg.
Mr. Lee chuckles softly, watching you in complete amusement as you humped his thigh. You’re so sensitive from rubbing your thighs together that you’re such a whiny mess on him. Yes, you still need to get back to your friend (his daughter), but yes—you feel too good to do so.
He keeps you secure, his hand still on your waist as he watches you use his thigh to your heart's content, moaning and whining out just for him. You don’t even care that you’re leaving a damp spot on his stupid trousers. “Get off on my thigh, you poor baby, you need to cum so badly, don’t you?”
You sob, his hand on your waist comforting you. “Please,” you begin to beg, “J-Just wanna cum, Daddy, please~”
That’s the exact moment his grasp on your waist tightens, his already dark eyes grow darker. “Good girl,” he praises, his heart swollen from pride by the name you called him. “Such a good girl making yourself cum all over Daddy’s thigh.”
You cry out, your body shuddering and clinging onto the man for dear life. As if you could get any closer to your orgasm, he continues.
“That’s why you need me, huh, you need a fuckin’ Daddy.” he groans “None of these boys, lousy little inexperienced college boys. Do they bother you, baby? Is that why you come to me to get off? You come to me to guide you? Why you need your Daddy?”
A loud moan leaves your lips, “Yes, yes, yes, Daddy! T-That’s why I need you, need y-you so…so bad!”
“Good baby,” he coos, drawing out the “O” as he lifts your flimsy shirt above your head, pushing your bra out of the way, pinching your nipples. “Cum. Cum for Daddy, sweetheart.”
Your limbs turn all jelly-like, and the next thing you know you’re like a puddle in Mr. Lee’s arms. Screaming and crying as your body spasms with nothing but pleasure, it’s like you’re seeing stars. You can barely hear him praising you endlessly as you cling onto him. You’re a hundred percent sure you’re sobbing tears.
He’s got a shit eating grin on his face as he takes you in. His finger dipping in your shorts to find the slick that’s gushed out of you, holding it to his mouth to taste. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ good,” he mumbles to himself as his eyes shoot to your tits then right back at your face. “Pull your shirt down, baby.” The smile never leaves his stupid face. “And fix your cute little bra.”
Your face is on fire. You glare at him, fixing your bra. This man can’t be real.
You’re both just staring at each other now, not really paying any mind to the time or anything else, really. But, the clock on his wall is like a slap in the face. You sigh. “I- I should really go.”
Mr. Lee looks at his watch. He sighs, “Guess so, baby.”
You place a kiss to his cheek and throw him a demure smile when you pull away. “You know where to find me.”
He rolls his eyes at you before grabbing your face, kissing you right on the lips. He pulls away. “Dunno ‘bout that honey,” he teases.
“Then maybe open your window later for a little something, Daddy.” you tease back.
You both realized your rooms’ windows face eachother.
Perfect.
“Maybe I will.”
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, biting back another smile. “See ya, Mr. Lee.”
“Later, gorgeous.”
You leave his room, closing the door behind you with an ear-to-ear grin on your face. Before you know it you’re lying to your friend again about how sick you feel, saying you need to go home.
On your way up to your room, you’re mouthing “Mark” until you open your window. Your face heats up when his window is already wide open, he’s already there giving you one of his shit-eating grins.
You beam back at him. Luckily, you managed to get his number from his daughter. You call him. He looks at you questionably, but picks up, amused.
“Hey there, old man.” you taunt.
“You really shouldn’t have came into my room, honey.”
“Really? Why not?” you pout.
“Being with your friend's dad really isn’t good for you.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “And how do you know what’s good for me Mr. Mark ‘know it all’ Lee?”
“Cause' I’m older.” he extends his arms, stretching “Got more life experience.”
“So,” you prod. “Whatcha’ gonna do about it, hm?”
“Knock some sense into you.”
“Uh-huh,” you raise your eyebrows. “How do you plan on doing that, exactly?”
His eyes never leave yours. “You’ll see.”
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