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after an eventful night with boring conversations, inconvenient men and a deadbeat dad, all you want to do is get drunk and forget it all. thankfully, your dad's best friend, choi san, is always eager to help in case you get sick. now tipsy and bolder, you might as well shoot your shot.
pairing: dad's best friend!choi san x fem!reader
genre: smut with plot.
warnings: SMUT! MDNI!!! age gap (san is 42, reader in her early 20s); intox kink kinda (san handfeeds her liquor); oral sex (f receiving); fingering; p in v; unprotected sex (boo gross); tipsy, but consented sex; sweet talk; praising; cursing; san uses 1 (one) degrading term; creampie. 😋
a/n: heeeyyyyy 😝😝😝 sorry for the delay i was enjoying my work break lollz 🤞🤞 hope you like it as much as i enjoyed writing it. love you, stay safe! <33
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the first glass of cognac made you frown slightly. san's hand under your chin made sure to capture and wipe every droplet of the ridiculously expensive liquid that dripped down the crystal glass he held against your parted lips, whispering sweet praises at you. you knew exactly how you got into this situation, exactly how you got your father's best friend hand feeding you the well-aged liquor on his equally ridiculously expensive couch, inside his ridiculously expensive condo.
it had been a rough night. being the daughter of a CEO wasn't easy, especially when those so-called investors would follow after you like puppies in charity events like that. "suitors", as your father would call them. you hated every single one of them. the polite ones, the flirty ones, the witty ones. especially the entitled ones, acting as if they had the right to court you just because they had big money playing in your father's bank account. but that's not how the band plays, is it? after all, you had your eyes on only one man. a real man, not a boy like those who'd complain about you being inaccessible. a Man. Choi San. your dad's best friend. the man that saw you grow up, saw you sprouting into a beautiful, confident woman. the man that spoiled you rotten, even now in your early twenties. buying new cars whenever yours broke. new phones if he ever saw your old ones slightly glitching, new apartments, new clothes, new makeup. everything, in the palm of your hand while he still treated you like a princess.
so there you were. after a night of being yelled at in public by your father, being followed around by inconvenient men, and unmasking your father’s multiple mistresses, you found yourself in a position you could only see in your dreams.
the gucci black dress bundled in the middle of your parted thighs, giving the older man enough space to be kneeled in between them. the compromising position was just another excuse he gave to be closer, and you knew it. and went with it.
“that's it, good girl,” he whispered as you swallowed the last drops of the golden liquor. it was the third glass, and you were starting to feel dizzy, head starting to reel.
“don’t call me that,” you mumbled back, a small pout taking your lips. you always got needy when you drank, it wasn't news for you. it was for san, though, who had never seen you in that state. tipsy, blushing and turning into mush under his sharp, but still warm gaze.
“why not, princess? i’ve always called you that, i didn't know you had a problem with it,” his voice was sincere, worried. he didn't want to push any limits, didn't want you to be uncomfortable. missing all the signs of the lust that took over your body with each drink, san was still the perfect gentleman even when you just wanted him to eat you alive.
“i’m not a girl anymore,” you slurred out an excuse, avoiding his concerned gaze.
“to me, you are,” he said back in his gentle voice, thumb brushing against your bottom lip sticking out, poking the plump flesh with his ringed finger, “my good, sweet girl.”
you felt your pussy throb. fuck. fucking hell, you needed him. needed him to do unspeakable things to you. there and then, on that expensive leather couch. you weighed the options, looking down at the way his tie hung loose around his neck, the black silk tie with the pink pinstripe pattern you had gotten him for Christmas calling your name like the Green Goblin mask. it was all too much for you, the taste of alcohol on your lips and his breath fanning over your cheeks. good god. fuck it. you had to make a move before he moved away.
with a deep breath, you gathered the courage the golden liquor poured down your throat and finally spoke up, “but i don’t want to be your little girl anymore,” your voice was firmer, even if dragged through your lips, “i’m tired of being your little girl. i’m a woman now.”
you looked up at his face through your lashes, watching the way he watched you. sharp, cat-like eyes focused on your features. you thought he didn’t, but he noticed everything. every caught breath, every stolen glance, every lick of your lips. he noticed every time you stared at his hands for too long. every time you found an excuse to touch him. every single time you pressed your thighs together when he spoke at a meeting. how you avoided meeting his gaze sometimes. even just now, he noticed the way your hands shook, the way you bit your lip, the way you still avoided his gaze. it was exhilarating, honestly. he prayed for it not to be something out of his mind, and you had just handed him the perfect confirmation on a silver platter.
“you're a woman, indeed,” he breathed out, eyes dropping to your lips before coming back to meet your gaze, “you want me to treat you as any woman, princess?” he asked, his voice alluring in your tipsy brain.
“no, i-” you interrupted him, but he took the reign back before you could finish.
“or do you want me to treat you as my woman?” his voice was calm, hands sliding from your face to your arms, then your legs, resting on your thighs.
your head reeled with his words, your skin burning with his touch, speechless as you looked at him. “come on now, sweetheart. where’s that smart mouth, hm?”
you mumbled something that even yourself couldn’t figure out, averting from his gaze as if it was a reflection of your own desires. you opened your mouth to speak once, twice, three times, but it never came out properly.
“use your words, baby, i know you can,” he encouraged, thumbs brushing lightly against your inner thighs, “use your big girl words.”
you strangled a moan in the back of your throat, taking a deep breath in before you spoke, “i want you to treat me as your woman, sannie. please.”
“good girl,” he whispered, downing the whiskey you didn’t even notice he poured for himself. and again, before you could process, his lips were pressing against yours, hands cradling your face. he tasted like alcohol and mint and desperation, the kiss drowning you in all the yearning from both sides.
you sighed heavily, hands sliding over his arms, pressing against his biceps as you’ve been wanting to do for a while. with a courage you didn’t know you had, you slid his suit jacket down his arms, not breaking the kiss as the piece was thrown somewhere in the room, desperate hands loosening and untying his tie only to hang it around your own neck.
he finally parted the kiss, taking off his glasses so he could properly trail soft pecks down your jaw to your neck and shoulders, strong hands roaming your body like uncharted territory, testing the pressure, the softness, the grip. everything he needed to know to pleasure you, his sweet, perfect, golden girl.
“sannie…” your voice came as a whine as he kneeled again, lips pressing against your inner thighs, hands pushing the dress up until it crumpled at your waist. pulling you closer, san rested your legs on his shoulders, looking up with a hunger unfamiliar to you.
“i know, sweetheart,” he mumbled, trailing the kisses closer and closer to your groin, “just let me make you feel good, hm?” he placed a kiss against your clothed cunt, tongue pressing against your clit through the fabric. a moan escaped your lips, breath shuddering as he kept licking, making a mess of your already damp panties. gripping his hair, you pushed his head closer to you, whimpering sweet pleas until you got what you wanted — san to push your panties to the side, tongue directly pressing against your sensitive bud, sucking and blowing on it, making you shudder and moan underneath his touch.
your hips buckled up, trying to get more friction, more contact, anything. you needed more, wanted more. san held your hips down, stilling your movements as he dove into your wet cunt, tongue pushing inside, eating you out like a starved man being introduced to his last meal on earth. he moved deliberatedly, precisely, with years of practice. you understood now why his ex wife couldn’t keep away from him. with your head thrown back and mouth hanging open with pouring sounds of pleasure, you felt that sweet wave of pleasure overtaking your senses, the first orgasm of the night washing over you like a tsunami, with san drinking every drop of your release like liquid gold. he let you go after your breath finally calmed, chest heaving with your juices coating his chin and the tip of his nose.
he studied your features, watching the way your lip trembled, the way your cheeks flushed and small droplets of sweat started to form on your forehead. he smiled, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheekbones. “how are you feeling, pretty girl?”
you finally managed to look at him, his eyes shining towards you with lust and care, genuine love pouring from them. you smiled back, giggling softly. “really good,” you said, fixing your position on the couch, “what about you?”
“really good too,” he said, pressing more kisses to the side of your face, “but i think that’s not enough for my woman.” his voice was raspy, alluring like a siren, earning a low moan out of you.
“isn’t it?” you breathed out, watching him closely as his hand sneaked to your back, finding the zipper of the dress. he didn’t answer verbally, only shaking his head.
“can i?” he whispered, slowly pushing the zipper down as you nodded in confirmation. soon enough the dress was somewhere on the floor, panties still pushed to the side, breasts free from the enclosure of the tight dress. he felt his mouth salivating, cock throbbing in his pants. “you're perfect. so beautiful, my sweet girl.”
he took your hand, kissing your knuckles as he brought you up, guiding you towards the master bedroom, full glass walls giving you a perfect view of the busy city under you two. laying you on the bed, san made his mind that no other view would ever compare to you. unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his belt, his eyes never left yours, a silence so loud you swore he could hear the way your heart pounded on your chest.
with only his boxers keeping you separated, san crawled on the bed to you, trailing kisses up your calves to your thighs, then your hips, belly and waist, capturing a nipple in his lips and testing the way you reacted, the way your breath hitched. he sucked harder, hungrier, your reactions leaving him nothing but eager for more. his left hand found your free tit, squeezing with contained strength, playing with the already perky nipple. he pressed his hips against yours, his clothed bulge grinding against your covered cunt and making you moan.
“san, please,” you moaned, legs parting further to better accomodate him, “i need you.”
“as i said earlier, love. you have to use your big girl words. aren't you a woman now?” he teased, breath fanning your collarbones. you whined. spoiled, always used to get what you want. you didn't want to ask for it again. “c’mon, baby, i know you can do it again.”
he pushed, hips pressing harder against yours. you moaned louder, “p-please. sannie, i need you to fuck me. fuck me as your woman.”
“there you go,” he mumbled against your skin, placing a lovebite on your shoulder as his hands explored you body, hooking the edge of yout panties and pulling them down, doing the same to his own underwear. now free of any fabric, you could see clearly. he was big. thick and long, red tip throbbing in desperation, dripping pre cum on the expensive silk sheets. “you want it?” his voice was low in a way you didn't recognize, sultry, provocative.
“yes! yes, i want it. please, sannie, i want it so much,” you almost cried, buckling your hips up to try and meet his, “please. please, sannie, i need it.”
“fuck,” he growled, rubbing his tip on your clit, slapping it there and watching your wetness mix together, “you're so gorgeous. every single part of you.”
he forced his glans against your slit, capturing your arousal before slipping inside you. slowly, centimeter by centimeter, hands steady on your hips, thumbs tracing invisible patterns on your skin. he took his time, filling you to the brim, bottoming out on you with that furrowed brow you knew he only got when he was focused in something, “shh, shh, shh, baby, it's okay,” he cooed as your back arched and your moans dragged, “take your time. i'm here.”
you took deep breaths, feeling him inside you, clenching your walls around him, eyes focused on his. he was a goner, of course. fuck, your pussy felt so good. so tight. a nod was all that it took for him to start moving, deep and slow at first, earnings gasps and mewls that fell from you lips. your well-done nails carved his biceps at each thrust, dragging and scratching his skin as he got bolder, faster. he quickly picked up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin getting louder at the same time your moans got higher, nails clenching and dragging on his back to make those perfect red lines that would last for weeks.
“good fucking god,” he moaned, hands snaking up to grab your tits, squeezing as he kept pouncing on you like a predator, “you're such a nasty girl. such a nasty fucking girl, letting me fuck you like this.”
you whined, back arching as he hit that perfect spongy spot again and again and again inside you, your whole body shivering with the strength of an upcoming orgasm.
“are you going to cum for me, pretty girl? hm? you gonna cum for me?” he mumbled in your ear, slowing his thrusts and kissing your jaw as you whimpered in complaint, “answer me.”
“yes,” you moaned out, nodding and whining, hips moving in desperation for more of him, chasing that sweet release, “yes, please. please!” you echoed those two words again and again, a satisfied smirk taking place on his lips.
“then cum for me, baby,” he growled in your ear, hips moving fiercely, knocking the air out of your lungs with an earth shattering orgasm, the only breath you had left used to scream his name and more begging.
“there we go,” he groaned, not slowing down a bit, even though his thrusts became erratic, sloppier. he almost, almost, pulled out, but you were faster. looking up at him with pleading eyes, hazy and lustful.
“don't pull out,” you managed to say in between overstimulated moans, legs wrapping around his waist again, keeping him in place. he couldn't fucking take it anymore. with a few more thrusts, san was buried deep inside you, making sure not a single drop of cum would land outside your perfect pussy.
after a minute of heavy breaths and calming down, san slowly pulled out, cum dripping down your thighs. as a gentleman he is, choi was quick to clean you up, gathering the oozing cum with his fingers and stuffing it back inside you, making your legs shake with each pump of his fingers. “nice and full. so pretty,” he murmured, kissing your inner thighs and trailing up to your lips, placing a gentle kiss there.
“you okay?” he asked, breath mingling with yours.
“yeah,” you nodded, feeling as sober as it could be, “are you?"
“i'm perfect, my darling,” he laid by your side, bringing you to lay on top of him, “better now.”
“we should get drunk more often,” you said, a playful undertone on you voice as your fingertips traced patterns on his chest. he laughed, hands caressing your sides.
“we should, yes,” he echoed your earlier nod, a playful smile on your lips as he kissed you, “but i’d rather be sober to be with you.”
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