heesimp’s stepdad! hoon has me on a chokehold so bad lately 🫠
Thinking about being in stepdad! Sunghoon’s beach house...
The clock ticks past midnight.
The beach house is cloaked in soft silence, broken only by the distant hush of the waves outside.
You lie on your side in the guest bed; tiny sleep shorts riding up your hips, a loose tank top brushing against your bare chest—your skin still sticky and warm from the humid night air.
The creak of the door is almost imperceptible.
But you hear it.
You feel him.
Sunghoon’s silhouette looms in the doorway, his body lit only by the faint moonlight slicing through the blinds.
He doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t have to.
Your breath catches in your throat as he closes the door softly behind him, clicking the lock into place with a tenderness that betrays just how badly he wants to devour you.
He pads over to the bed—shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips and the outline of his cock already swelling visibly beneath the fabric.
In a split second he’s there, sitting on the edge of the mattress and grazing the soft skin of your exposed calf.
“Couldn’t sleep without my baby,” he whispers, voice thick, dark with need.
He bends down and presses a kiss above your knee, trailing upward slowly, until his lips brush your inner thigh.
You shift, thighs parting instinctively with a sigh escaping your lips.
An invitation.
Sunghoon exhales a shaky breath, fingers sliding under the hem of your sleep shorts, dragging them down your hips with agonizing patience.
“Such a sweet girl,” he murmurs, voice almost worshipful. His nose nuzzles the crease where your thigh meets your pelvis, inhaling you like you’re the oxygen he needs to breathe.
“My love… My pretty baby.”
The words make you whimper—a sound so small the dark swallows it.
But Sunghoon hears it.
And he thrives on it.
You lift your hips, helping him peel the shorts down completely, leaving you in only your thin panties and the loose cotton tank.
He kisses along your hips, teasing closer until he’s spreading your thighs wider with his broad palms, settling himself between them like he belongs there.
And he does.
He presses his hot, wet tongue against the fabric, tracing over the outline of your pussy lips and leaving a kiss to the visible wet spot over your entrance. He then shifts his focus back to exploring your clothed cunt. You moan softly when his tongue grazes your sensitive bud. He smiles.
He puts all of his attention into stimulating your clit. He gives adoring kisses at first and then kitten licks that quickly transform into full-on sucking.
He gives it one more kiss before pulling away to look at you—lips parted, chest rising irregularly, nipples hardened from you playing with them just a minute ago.
God, he loves seeing you like this.
Sunghoon reaches the hem of your panties and pulls down slowly. You raise your hips slightly and watches as a string of slick connects your pussy to the ruined pice of fabric previously hiding it from him.
He positions himself, spreading your legs again. His eyes never leave your pussy, the hunger in his stare resembling a starved man about to eat for the first time in weeks.
The first press of his tongue to your bare slit is slow and devastating.
Sunghoon moans low against you, the vibration shooting straight into your core.
He licks you in long, deliberate strokes—savoring, tasting, owning.
One of your hands finds his hair—silky and soft between your fingers—and tugs gently, but Sunghoon just growls, low and warning.
“No, sweet girl. Let Daddy take care of you.”
He wraps his arms under your thighs, locking you in place, and devours you properly.
His tongue dips into your entrance, teasing, before lapping up your slick and circling your clit in lazy, torturous patterns.
Every slow lick, every wet suck against your aching bundle of nerves pulls a broken moan from your throat.
You arch, panting, grinding your hips against his mouth helplessly.
Sunghoon pulls back just enough to mutter against your dripping cunt, “Look at you… already so wet for me. My baby’s pussy always knows when I need her.”
You whine, thighs trembling.
The need spirals, sharp and unbearable, but Sunghoon keeps it slow. He keeps you right on the edge, wanting, needing, desperate.
Only when you’re sobbing, softly whispering ‘Please, Daddy, please!’ does he relent.
He sucks your clit between his lips hard enough to make you cry out, the orgasm ripping through you without warning, blinding and hot.
He doesn’t stop.
Not even when you start squirming from the overstimulation, not even when your fingers scrabble at his shoulders.
Sunghoon growls against your cunt and holds you down, tongue and mouth working you through every wave, until you’re left limp and gasping.
When he finally pulls back, your juices slicking his chin, he kisses his way up your trembling body, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, your ribs, the soft underside of your breast.
You blink up at him, dazed, and he smiles—soft, almost sweet—as he brushes your damp hair from your forehead.
“My sweet girl,” he murmurs, thumb stroking your flushed cheek. “So good for me… always so fucking good.”
You barely have time to catch your breath before he’s pushing his sweats down, his thick cock springing free—flushed, leaking, and hard for you.
Sunghoon leans down, pressing a kiss to your parted lips.
You taste yourself on his mouth.
“Think you can give Daddy just a little more, baby?” he whispers, nudging the head of his cock against your sore, needy entrance.
The way you whimper and nod—desperate, greedy—makes him chuckle softly.
“That’s my good girl.”
He pushes in devastatingly slow, stretching you all over again—claiming you once more in the dead of night, with only the moon to witness it.
He’s not gentle this time.
Because you’re his.
And tonight, just like every night, he needs to remind you of it.
Sunghoon sinks into you inch by inch, and your walls flutter helplessly around him, still soaked, still twitching from the orgasm he wrung out of you minutes ago.
He curses low under his breath—the sound raw, almost pained—and braces his hands on either side of your head, caging you beneath him.
“Fuck, baby…” he rasps, pressing his forehead against yours for a breathless moment. “You’re so warm… my sweet, sweet girl, so fucking tight for me…”
He doesn’t wait—doesn’t even give your pussy time to adjust.
He pulls almost all the way out—the head of his cock catching at your entrance—before slamming back in with a deep, heavy thrust that knocks the air from your lungs.
You sob his name brokenly, your nails clawing at his broad back, but Sunghoon just growls—a dark, possessive sound vibrating in his chest.
“That’s it, baby,” he pants. “Take it—Take all of Daddy’s cock.”
He sets a brutal pace—hips snapping against yours, his balls slapping wetly against your ass with every thrust.
The bed creaks under the force of it, the frame rattling against the wall, but neither of you care.
Not when he’s fucking you like he’s trying to carve you open—to brand you from the inside out.
Sunghoon dips his mouth to your neck—biting, sucking, marking—leaving angry red blooms along your skin.
You feel them blooming across your collarbone, your breasts, your shoulder—a constellation of bruises only he will ever touch.
“My baby,” he grits out, sinking his teeth into your shoulder just hard enough to make you cry out. “My fucking baby. Mine.”
You can’t speak—too overwhelmed by the relentless stretch and thrust of him—but he sees it in your eyes, the way you nod frantically, whimpering as tears prick the corners of your lashes.
Sunghoon lifts one of your legs, hooking it over his arm to fuck you deeper, harder, until every thrust punches a wet gasp out of you.
The angle lets him hit that perfect spot—over and over—until you’re babbling, begging without words.
“Never gonna let you go,” he hisses, his voice rough against your temple. “You’re mine, my love. You hear me?”
You nod again, tears slipping free now, overwhelmed by how full you feel, how good it is, how right it is.
“You’re never going back to that fucking campus without me,” he growls. “Never gonna let some little college boy even look at you. Gonna keep you right here—in my bed—dripping with my cum every fucking day.”
The filthy, possessive words send you hurtling toward another orgasm—tighter, hotter than the first.
You feel yourself clenching around him, milking his cock greedily, and Sunghoon snarls when he feels it.
“Fuck—that’s it, baby. Cum on my cock. Show me who you belong to.”
You shatter around him with a hoarse, broken gasp—body seizing, back arching off the bed—and Sunghoon loses it.
He drives into you with reckless, punishing thrusts, chasing his own release, desperate to empty himself inside you.
And when it hits him—when his cock throbs deep inside your spasming cunt—he presses his mouth against your throat and roars into your skin, thick, hot cum flooding you in endless, jerking spurts.
He doesn’t pull out; he stays buried deep. His hips grinding in tight, messy circles, making sure every drop stays inside you.
The lewd wet sounds echo in the silence, your bodies slick, trembling, bound together by sweat and want and obsession.
You’re both gasping—wrecked, ruined—but he still doesn’t move far.
Instead, Sunghoon leans down—his body heavy over yours—and captures your mouth in a kiss.
It’s filthy; your spit mixing, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip, his tongue fucking into your mouth just like he fucked your cunt.
A kiss that tastes like desperation, need, and ownership.
He kisses you until you’re whimpering into him, clinging weakly to his shoulders.
Only then does he pull back slightly—just enough to press his forehead against yours again.
“My baby,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “My sweet girl. You’re not going anywhere. Ever.”
This time you kiss him—slower, but just as dirty—while his heavy, softening cock remains buried inside you, your combined cum leaking slowly out your pussy.
Outside, the night stretches on, the ocean murmuring against the shore.
Inside, you’re wrapped up in Sunghoon’s arms—claimed, filled, and hopelessly his.
Exactly how he always intended it.