Sneaky Sex with Shiu
Synopsis: in which you decide to cut things off with your best friend's father and things don't go exactly to plan...
Warnings: 18+, minors and ageless blogs do not interact, p in v, cunnilingus, hidden sex, age gap (reader is in college, Shiu is at least like 35), brief DADDY kink (one mention of it sorry I know I know), thigh job, brief mention of bondage, some exhibitionism, dirty talk — praise, big díck Shiu propaganda, dilf!shiu who's too smooth for his own good, lots of swearing, not proofread Word Count: 2.9k
It’d be no surprise to anyone to find you lounging on the Kongs’ sofa, cooking in the kitchen or sleeping in the guestroom. In fact, you’re so often at their house that the mailman’s begun handing you your mail there.
So, when you come by again, your friend dragging you by the arm as she speaks animatedly about how the season to rewatch Twilight has begun, you already know there’s no malice or resentment in her father’s words, only an underlying amusement, when he muses:
“Mmm, one more visit from you and I might have to start charging rent, doll.” He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, suit jacket thrown over a chair and sleeves rolled up his beefy forearms.
His daughter groans. “Ugh, dad, go away. We’re gonna watch Twilight.”
Raising his limbs in surrender, he says, “Oh, how you keep me young, sweetheart.”
And then you part ways.
You don’t tell your friend he sent you a wink over her head and you certainly don’t tell her you bit your lip afterwards.
Truthfully, there’s a lot of things you haven’t told her: you did see her pick out her wedgie that humid Wednesday afternoon last summer; it was you who broke the zip of her new bodycon dress last month, not her; and, you can’t forget, you’ve been fucking her dad for months now.
Every time she excuses herself to the bathroom, whether to shower or pluck her unibrow, you seek out Shiu, manicured nails running down his shirt and the taste of his cigarette melting on your tongue. You’ve fucked in pretty much every room in the house — his bedroom, the guest room, the bathroom, the kitchen, the living room, the garage, even in the basement, and maybe, just maybe, also in her room, on her bed, after a sip too much of his whiskey.
Naturally, it isn’t just about all the different rooms (because you’ve also got it on in places beyond the house e.g. the backseat of his car, and the front seat; a park, in the slides, on the swing, on a bench; the toilet stalls of a bar, mall, restaurant, among others; and in other people’s houses, yours included), you’ve experimented with many different positions.
To list them all would take you hours. And in any case, you hardly think she’d want the nasty little details.
Understandably, you’re also hesitant to share that he’s touched you under the dinner table right in front of her, his calloused fingers working their way in your pussy and rubbing you to an orgasm, or two, before dessert. And if you did confess that particular story, you’d definitely have to leave out the fact that when he licked his fingers, it wasn’t the gravy he’d spilled he was complimenting the flavours of.
Though, to be frank, you are pretty ready to reveal that you don’t have stomach problems, at least, not that frequently; you, more often than not, simply hide out in the bathroom so he can fuck you against the cold tiles, his belt fastened around your wrists and his tie gagging you into silence.
And how does one even begin the conversation about how huge their friend’s dad’s cock is?
Seriously, it’s massive.
Long, easy to get hard despite his age, with two pretty veins running up his cock, neatly trimmed all the time, and adorable balls that swing and smack your clit when he takes you from behind. Honestly, you could suck on it like a lollipop all night long — which you’ve done before.
But today, today, you swear, you’re breaking it off.
No more hiding, no more skulking around, sneaking in gropes and kisses when she’s turned around and obviously no more slapping your ass and pretending there was a fly.
You hate keeping this secret from your friend. She deserves better. You deserve better too; sneaky sex often means no time for cuddling or dates. Not that Shiu pumps and dumbs, so to speak, but you both have to be careful, never lingering nor pushing it too far, lest you permanently scar his unsuspecting daughter.
With that newfound resolve, you steel your spine and wander into the kitchen while she showers.
“Hey there, sweets,” he drawls as he dries some plates, “aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”
You stay on the other side of the island; distance is good. If he can get his hands on you then he can fuck the idea out of you. And, well, that doesn’t sound so bad — he’s got an amazing dick, a whole lot of experience to pair with it, and a love of giving oral sex, which most guys your age would rather die than do— No, no, it is bad.
It’s worse than bad.
It’s downright immoral.
You need change, you need to be a good person, to be having guiltfree sex, one that doesn’t hurt your friend in the long run, to be with a man who doesn’t ask if it’s a safe day and throw caution to the wind with raw sex, and unquestioningly, you should be with someone who doesn’t then pull up your panties, give a kiss on the bow at the front and tell you to be a good girl by keeping his cum nice and warm for later.
“Shiu, I think we need to stop.”
He cocks a brow, drying his hands on a teatowel before he throws it over his shoulder. “Stop what, gorgeous?”
With just that one word, like you’ve been Pavloved, you feel your thong dampening. And the bastard must notice you squirming because he shakes his head with a chuckle. Stammering and embarrassed, you reply, “T-this. Us. We can’t have sex anymore.”
Nodding, he leans against the counter, “Ah, I see. Well, that’s fine by me, sweets. I can live off eating you out. That’s still on the table, right?”
“No!” You stomp your feet. “Nothing is on the table.”
“You were last night, and the morning before that, if I recall correctly.”
In a hurry, you round the island, smacking your palm over his mouth and hissing, “Stop talking. Are you even listening to me?”
He’s enjoying this. Even if you can’t see his smile, you sure can feel it. His stubble tickles your skin and the reminder of how it felt grazing the curve of your neck, rubbing against your inner thighs, has your fight dwindling. Especially when his arms creep around your body, firm hands landing on your hips and tugging you harshly towards him.
Something heavy and hot pokes your stomach.
You gasp.
“Found something, doll?”
The rasp of his voice is velvet on your skin. The heat of his body, the security, his firmness, his cologne, everything about him is intoxicating. You slump your head on his chest, sighing deeply.
You.
Are.
Weak.
And a terrible friend.
Pinching your chin, he coos, “I know, I know. It’s hard having such a needy pussy, isn’t it? Want me to talk to her, hmm? I’ll straighten her out for you.”
“Ugh, that’s terrible,” you whisper. “Stupid dad jokes. God, it’s so hot.”
Lips descending, they skim yours, not pushing or forcing, just waiting for you to bridge the gap. He mutters, “Good girl,” when you reach up, standing on your tiptoes.
He tastes like wine and nicotine, like a dangerous thrill no one else has ever given you. It’s no wonder you’re wantonly moaning into his mouth, friend long forgotten, and grinding against the leg he slots between your thighs. Shiu kneads your ass, fingers digging under your skirt and aiding your slide up and down his clothed leg. “Mmm, love this perfect ass. Can feel how wet and warm you already are, sweets. How scandalous.”
SMACK!
“Shiu!”
“Shh, baby. It’s alright. I’ve got you.” He traces the line of your thong and huffs. “You’re wearing a skirt for easy access and a sexy little thong to break up with me? Cruel thing.” The backs of your thighs meet the chill of the marble counter. Shiu wastes no second falling to his knees and burying his head under your skirt. “Gorgeous. So gorgeous.”
Checking behind you, you try to push him away. “Shiu, no, w-what if she walks in?”
“You know she takes hour-long showers. That’s more than enough time for me to win my girl back. Just –mmm you’re drenched already, naughty girl— sit back and relax, beautiful.”
Expertly, he pushes your panties to the side, tongue parting your pussy lips so he can dip to where you’re gushing, spreading the wetness to your clit. He rubs tight circles around the sensitive bud. “Oh, god, S-shiu. So good. So fucking good.”
“You taste just as sweet as I remember,” he groans. “Spread your legs wider for me, baby. Therrrree you go. Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Thighs hiked up and thrown over his shoulders, he can reach deeper inside with his tongue, nose bumping against your bundle of nerves.
“Fuck, daddy, suck my clit harder. Oh yeah! Fuckkk.” You’re grinding your cunt on his face, searching for your high without care for the mess you’re making. His approving squeezes urges you on.
“Hey, babes,” a voice behind breaches the thickening air.
You jolt.
Nervously, you turn your head around, neck creaking.
Just as you expected, your friend is standing by the door, playing with her phone, too busy with whatever’s on her screen to look up. You smack Shiu as silently and subtly as you can. “Oh, heyyyy. How was your shower?”
She shrugs. “Good. There’s nothing like being clean. Where’s my dad?”
“No idea,” you reply. “I’m sure he’s busy doing dad -ngh!- s-stuff.”
Frowning, she steps closer. “You alright?”
You can’t tell her you’re not. You can’t share the fact that her dad just gave you a particular hard suck at your clit, like you asked, or the fact that he’s inching two fingers inside you right now, feeling the pleats of your pussy and curling the thick digits against that gummy spot of your walls. Instead, you settle for, “Y-yeah. Just cramps. You know how it is.”
“Oh, yeah. Don’t gotta say any more, babes. Alright, I’m just gonna pop by the store and get some popcorn, then we can get started on Breaking Moon.”
Vibrations tickle your puffy lips; he’s groaning into your drenched pussy, drunk on the taste of you, the thrill of being caught, and the sharp pain that’s spreading on his scalp from where you’re yanking on his hair. She can’t see his face pressed tightly between your legs or the fact that you’re dripping all over the counter, and thank god.
With a tense smile, you wave her away. “Yeah, yeah. Do your thang.”
She cocks her head to the side the same time Shiu snorts. “‘Thang?’ Since when do you say ‘thang?’”
Fuck.
“It’s the -hah- cramps. C-changes a person, y’know?”
“No kidding.” Her laugh reaches your ears. “Alrighty. Be back soon.”
As soon as the front door clicks shut, you find yourself spun around, bent over the counter, ass hanging out and thong ripped off with a SNAP!
“W-wait, Shiu! We don’t have time.”
The burning length of his cock slots between your legs, in and out, in and out, getting all slicked up with your pussy juice. Catching on your pulsing clit, his cockhead kisses it over and over again. Your hips stutter back, incapable of resisting the pleasure bursting wherever he touches. He mouths kisses all over the length of your neck, stubble scraping and tickling. “Tighten your legs for me, doll. Mmm, good girl. Stay just like that for me.”
Shiu’s thrusting like he really is fucking your pussy and the squelches he’s pulling out make it seem like so. His fingers threaten to bruise your hips with how hard he’s gripping you but you don’t care, the soreness you’ll find later will be a sweet memory you’ll no doubt touch yourself to at night, after all.
“Fuck, ngh! We have to hurry. Fuck me already.”
He laughs right into your ear, inhaling the scent of your shampoo with a low groan. “Whatever the princess wants. Put it on me, baby.”
Shaky fingers rip open the condom wrapper he throws in the air. With expert skill, you slide the condom down his throbbing length. A wet, messy kiss on your lips is the only warning you get before he stretches your pussy out with his cock, unable to hold out any longer.
You whine at the sting, but you can’t bring yourself to run away from it.
Inch by inch he fills you up, robbing you of breath and driving you downright crazy. “S-slow down, Shiu. It hurts.”
“I’m sorry, doll. I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you. How does two orgasms before she comes back sound to you?” Shiu gropes your tits through your shirt, massaging the fat like a stressball, half in apology and half for his own dastardly pleasure. You shiver when he flicks your hardened nipples through the material.
Gasping for air, dizzy with bliss as he forces his cock deeper and deeper until he bottoms out, you sass, “T-try three.”
Shiu’s chuckle is breathy. “My funny girl.”
The air turns humid, filling up with the grunts and moans and squeals that you two release. Hips slapping and smacking, clothes rustling and cum splattering from where you’re joined together so closely it’s hard to tell where he begins and you end, everything overwhelms and overstimulates you, too spoiled to bother looking at the door.
How could you when his fingers are rubbing your clit again and again, seemingly magnetised? When he’s twisting your face back toward him with his spare hand so he can swallow the garbled moan of his name straight from your lips?
“Your dirty pussy’s so fucking wet, so -shit baby- so tight. My favourite -fuck!- f-favourite place in the world. Jesus,” he exhales. “And you were going to take this away from me? Oh, dollface, I ought to bend you over my -hngh- lap and spank you till you’re -loosen up, fuck!- till you’re c-crying out for f-forgiveness.”
And you’d let him. God knows you’d fucking let him.
“I’m back,” someone sings.
You both still.
The kitchen is right in the eyeline of the front door. She’s walking over now with a plastic bag and a smile. There’s no place to hide, no time to even try. You’re fucked. “What are you guys up to?”
Her knowing eyes meet yours, scanning your body from your wrinkled top, the hand that’s under it, cupping your breast, to the bunched up skirt leaving nothing to the imagination, and definitely to the puddle of wetness you left on the kitchen island.
Shiu mutters a curse under his breath. “Sweetheart,” he begins, unable to find the right words, “I -uh- fuck, we were just–”
Cringing, you try to salvage this. “Um, we were just hugging?”
“Ohhhh,” she says, dropping the bag off on the table to clap her hands together, “so my dad’s not fucking you right now. I see. And here I thought my two favourite people are actually shameless whores.”
The world tilts on its axis.
Static rings in your head, deafening and blinding you at the same time somehow. This is it. She’s going to fight you. She’s going to beat you black and blue, render you stupid for the rest of your life. She’ll tell everyone you really did piss your pants from laughing too hard in the bar during Freshers and didn’t actually spill your drink, admit on socials that she’s the one who worked your first tampon in, and or burn all your clothes whilst she laughs manically. And you wouldn’t blame her; you’ve done something unforgivable. Something so so so good, but definitely so so so wrong. This is the end of your friendship forever. And all because you couldn’t keep it in your pants, or rather, couldn’t keep it in her father’s pants.
You shove Shiu away, who was standing in shock, to rearrange your clothes back in place and stuttering, “I’m super sorry. Oh my god, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Wiping your wetness from his face unashamedly with a tea towel, tucking himself back in and blinking furiously as he takes in the sudden turn of events, he sighs. “Honey, it’s my fault. Fuck. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Please, give us a chance to explain.”
She laughs again.
“Guys, stop. Like, seriously. I do not want to have this talk. I’m messing with you. We’re all adults here, aren’t we? Honestly, I’m just glad my dad’s getting some. Like, t b h, I thought he was some loser and I’d inherit his loser, pulling-no-bitches genes. Could you imagine?” When he scoffs and opens his mouth to refute the accusations, probably ready to list all the women he’s bed since the divorce, his daughter simply raises her hand. “Spare me, dad. I don’t want to know more. Just remember how kind and forgiving I am, alright? Remember that you owe me one. And that neither of you can get mad at me now.”
You blink. “Why would we get mad at you?”
Like her dad, she shoots you a wink. “‘Cause I’m fucking your dad. Duh.”
Behind you, you sense, rather than feel per se, Shiu’s dick deflate.
“Have been for about a year now. Just did actually when I said ‘I’d go to the shop.’ He’s still outside, in his car, so maybe I can catch him. Y’know, since you guys are busy.” Giggling, she grabs her keys and skips away in haste, leaving you and her father to process the information. “Wrap it before you tap it! I don’t want a sibling.”
When you finally do absorb all that had just happened, eons later, the world tilts on its axis again. No, it completely collapses from under you.
Shiu and you look at each other.
“M-my dad?!”
“Fucking Fushiguro?”
