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summary— you’ve been drowning in finals, overwhelmed, and slowly losing yourself in the pressure. In-ho notices. he missed you and he just wants to remind you that you’re not alone.
warnings— none, just fluff <3
a/n— this is my first piece in almost two months, so I’m a bit rusty, ikkk it’s short:/ Uni has been killing me and i hope this provides comfort to you guys the way it did me <3
You didn’t even notice him standing in the doorway at first, not until he cleared his throat gently.
“In-ho,” you said, rubbing at your tired eyes. “Sorry. I didn’t hear you.”
He just nodded and stepped closer, glancing at the textbooks spread across the table, the cold tea on the nightstand, your laptop screen frozen mid-sentence. You’d barely slept, barely eaten. You’d been drowning in uni deadlines for days now, forgetting how to breathe.
“Did you eat today?” he asked softly.
You hesitated, which was answer enough.
He sighed a little and sat beside you, hand resting on your knee. “You’ve been going nonstop.”
“I know,” you said, voice cracking a little. “I just, I feel like I’m letting everyone down. I’ve been ignoring you. My friends. Everything.”
He leaned in, brushing his lips against your forehead. “You haven’t let me down. You’re not ignoring me, you’re surviving. And I know how hard you’re trying.”
“But you’ve barely seen me this week,” you mumbled, looking down. “And even when you do, I’m not really here.”
In-ho tilted your chin up gently. “I’m not keeping track. I’m not here to demand your energy. I just miss you. And I hate seeing you pour everything into school and leave nothing for yourself.”
“I thought you were mad at me.”
His gaze softened. He kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, and finally your lips, slow, warm, and grounding. “Mad at you?” he whispered. “For what? Trying? Burning yourself out because you care too much?”
You exhaled shakily, letting yourself fall against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you like it was second nature.
“I was gonna take you out tonight,” he said quietly, his lips near your ear. “Someplace quiet. But if you want to stay in, that’s okay too.”
“I just want you,” you said. “And maybe to not feel like I’m failing.”
“Then you’ll get both, baby.
You were then both curled up on the bed together, his hands tracing lazy circles on your back. He kissed your shoulder, your neck, the edge of your jaw, soft, kisses that made you feel less like a burden and more like someone loved.
“You’re going to be okay,” he whispered. “You’re going to pass all your exams. I believe in you — always.”
And for the first time in days, you actually believed it too.
“I love you so much, I know you’re going to make yourself and everyone proud.”
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Hey guys, I’m still here lurking but the motivation to write is just not there💔I’m not quitting just give me a little bit of time, love you guys so much🫶🏽
i saw that u liked an ed post and i was just wondering if u were okay girl? i’m not sure if this was on accident or what but i hope you’re okay ❤️
You’re so sweet, thank you❤️I’ve lowkey struggled with body dysmorphia and an ED for years, I’m getting better but I have slip ups and I remember liking a few ED posts. Thank you for being so concerned🫶🏽
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When I tell you my inbox is filled with Shawn Michaels requests, 90s and current😭I promise I’ll get to them soon, it’s exam week and work is a shit show but as soon as that’s over, I’ll be feeding you guys with more Shawn fanfics🙏🏽
The movie played in the background, but you barely paid attention. Your mother was curled up against In-ho’s side, her head resting on his shoulder as she slept soundly. You sat beside them, arms crossed, rolling your eyes at the way he kept still, letting her lean into him like that.
With an exaggerated sigh, you stood up. “I’m going to bed,” you muttered, not bothering to look back as you walked away.
From your room, you could hear the quiet shuffle of movement as In-ho carefully guided her to bed. Then, silence.
Minutes later, the soft creak of your door made you turn over in bed in nothing but your bra and panties, just in time to see In-ho stepping inside, his gaze sharp in the dim light.
Before you could say a word, he was at your bedside, pressing a finger to your lips. “Just be quiet,” he whispered.
Your breath caught, eyes searching his as he loomed over you. He tilted his head slightly, his smirk barely visible in the shadows. “You were jealous,” he murmured.
You huffed, turning your face away, but he caught your chin gently, guiding your gaze back to his. “She’s asleep,” he continued. “And you know I don’t care about her the way I care about you.”
Your heart pounded, but before you could respond, his lips brushed against yours, slow at first then deeper, to the point you fell back against the bed moaning into his lips.
“Baby, just be quiet,” he whispered, and those words rang in your air, shutting you up and allowing you to get lost underneath him.
Now, hovered above you, his dark tousled hair falling into his eyes, the lust in his gaze making your breath hitch. His cock pounded into you, slow and deep as though he was making sure your pussy remembered the shape of him.
“You’re perfect, baby,” he groaned.
Your hands trailed down his back, feeling his muscles and pulling him into you. His cock pressed into you harder and his fingers reached down to your bundle of nerves, rubbing rough circles.
“You’re doing so well, honey,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your throat. The praise sent a shiver down your spine and your pussy clenched around him. “You’re mine, baby. This tight pussy is mine and this cock is yours.”
Your legs instinctively wrapped around him, grinding against him as he thrusted. He exhaled a shaky breath, resting his forehead against yours and staring into your eyes.
“I’ll fuck this wet little pussy as much as I see fit, I don’t care if she’s home. I don’t care if she hears, I need this, I need you,” he panted like a man possessed.
You cried out, fingers digging into his back. His words turned you on more than you’d admit and you couldn’t deny the surge it sent through you. His cock slamming into you, his dark gaze locked with yours, the possession in his words, the taboo of it all. Literally fucking your stepfather while your mother was down the long hall asleep and could awake at any moment and come looking for her husband.
It all felt electric and in that moment, the outside world faded away. You arched into him, a ragged moan leaving your lips as your walls clamped around him, an orgasm so intense overtaking you that the sheets below became soaked with your juices.
“That’s it princess. Cum for daddy,” his raspy voice said.
He continued thrusting into you, fucking you through your orgasm until you felt his warm sticky cum spurt deep inside you.
“S-so so good,” you babbled, holding onto his biceps as you shook.
“That’s it princess, take all of daddy’s cum. My good fucking girl. All mine.”
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summary— since in-ho has married your mother, you’ve had him wrapped around your finger and your pussy wrapped around his cock—but lately, he’d been neglecting you in favor of her. you get his attention in the only way you know how, making him jealous.
warnings— minors DNI. age gap(19, early 50s) jealousy, spanking, face fucking, daddy kink, katoptronophilia, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, orgasm denial, begging, unprotected sex, creampie.
a/n— i feel like after this you guys can tell i have daddy issues but enjoy! requests for stepdad!in-ho are open.
You had spent the last few weeks feeling almost restless. Ever since In-ho started spending less time at home, and more with your mother at the request of wanting to hang out with her husband more, your usual interactions had been reduced to fleeting glances at dinner and quickies when he finally managed to slip away. He was distant and when he wasn’t with your mother—he was occupied with his mysterious occupation and you hated how much you noticed. How much you missed him. But you weren’t the type to sit around sulking. If he was going to ignore you, you’d make sure he regretted it.
Sure, you had no right to be jealous. He was your mother’s husband. No one told you to go fuck your stepfather, of course he’d start spending time with his own wife instead.
So when a popular frat boy from your university asked you out, again—you finally said yes. Not because you liked him, but because you knew it would get a reaction from In-ho.
Getting ready, you chose the skimpiest two piece outfit you owned. The fabric clung to your body in all the right places, the skirt riding just high enough to show your ass cheeks and your thong strings were on your hips. You knew exactly what you were doing when you stepped out of your room.
He was there, standing in the hallway, watching you with an unreadable expression. His gaze dragged over your figure, slowly, before settling on your face.
“Where are you going?” His voice was calm, but there was something sharp underneath it.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I have a date,” you smirked, tilting your head.
His jaw tensed. “Go back inside and change that sorry excuse of an outfit. You aren’t going anywhere.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, not happening.”
He exhaled through his nose, something dark flickering in his gaze, but he didn’t say another word. You walked past him without looking back.
The date was fine. The guy was charming, a little full of himself, but he paid for dinner and made you laugh a couple of times. Still, your mind was elsewhere. And when he dropped you back home, you made sure to lean in and kiss him on the cheek before stepping out of the car.
As you turned to walk inside, you threw one last glance over your shoulder. “You know, you’re free to touch if you’d like,” you said playfully, knowing full well a certain someone would be watching.
The guy grinned, slapping your ass and biting his lip before driving off. He hadn’t gotten any pussy but he definitely scored that night.
You didn’t need to turn around to know In-ho was there, standing just inside the house, waiting. The door clicked shut behind you, locking you in with the storm brewing in his gaze.
You swallowed, your heart pounding in your chest. Maybe you had pushed too far.
“What the hell was that?” His voice was low, but there was no mistaking the irritation beneath it.
You rolled your eyes and moved to push past him. “Isn’t my mother waiting for you?” you said, asked.
Before you could take another step, his hand wrapped around your wrist, firm but not painful. “It’s just us right now,” he said, his voice heavier.
You tried to yank your arm away, glaring up at him. “Let me go.”
His jaw tightened. “You’ve been a brat all night,” he muttered. His gaze dropped briefly, taking in your outfit again, and his grip tensed just slightly. “And you really walked out of here wearing this? For him?”
You scoffed, looking anywhere but at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He let out a low, humorless chuckle. “You think I didn’t see you? Letting that kid put his hands on your ass like that?”
You lifted your chin, crossing your arms. “And?”
That muscle in his jaw twitched. He let go of your wrist only to grab you again, firmer this time, pulling you toward the bedroom.
“Hey—” you started, trying to dig your heels into the floor, but he was stronger.
“Shut the fuck up,” he muttered, kicking the door shut behind you. “You’ve been running your mouth all night.”
You shoved at his arm, cursing under your breath. “This is ridiculous.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you forward over his lap. You gasped, trying to push up, but his hand pressed against the small of your back.
“In-ho—”
“You went out with that little boy wearing nothing but a thong?” he asked, lifting the hem of your skirt, scoffing. “Figures.”
You squirmed. “Let me go.”
“You know the drill.” His voice was calm, almost amused. “Count.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but the sharp sting that followed had you sucking in a breath instead.
“One.”
Another.
“T-two.”
His hand came down again, this time a bit harder. “I’m sorry,” you whined.
He scoffed, smoothing his hand over your burning ass. “Sorry who?”
“I’m sorry, daddy.”
It clearly wasn’t enough for him as his hand came down once more.
By the time he reached fifteen, your breath was shaky, and your ass tingled with heat.
He exhaled, running a hand over your ass before finally letting you go. You sat up quickly, glaring at him through glassy eyes.
He smirked, leaning back slightly. “That little stunt of yours was cute.”
You huffed, wiping your eyes. “S-shut up.”
Still, the way he was looking at you made it clear—he knew you weren’t going to pull something like that again.
You pouted, the look on your face making his resolve falter. “Can you hold me? Please daddy.”
He wanted nothing more than to scoop you into his arms and tell you all was well but you needed to learn. He tilted your chin, meeting your watery, pouty gaze. “When you’ve learned to be a good girl but you’re not there yet.”
He undid his belt, his hard cock springing free and you immediately knew what you had to do.
“Get on your knees, worship this cock and show me exactly how sorry you are.”
You nodded, getting on his knees to place a soft kiss on his tip, murmuring, “I love how perfect you are.” Your lips traced a slow path on his shaft, and you could feel his gaze on you. “So big daddy,” you whispered, your words a mix of praise and awe. You knew he liked hearing it, the way his jaw tightened and his fingers threaded through your curls told you so.
“Shut up,” he said, his tone more commanding now. “I don't need you to tell me, you're going to show me.”
Your lips parted, and you took him in your mouth, your gaze flicking up to meet his. His hand tightened in your curls, guiding you to remind you who was in control. “That's it, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Keep going, just like that.”
You continued, your focus entirely on him, feeling his quiet approval in the way his cock throbbed, though his hand remained firmly in your hair. He let out a soft moan, “You're doing so good for me,” he murmured, his words making your pussy throb. “Sometimes you can be a good girl.”
You glided your tongue along his length, your voice barely above a whisper as you said, “I love making you feel good, daddy.” Your fingers traced gentle patterns on his balls, adding to the warmth of your affection.
You took him deep into your throat, gagging as you did but it only turned him on. His grip on your curls remained, pushing your head down then thrusting when you got too comfortable. You swirled your tongue around his shaft, saliva and pre cum dripping down your chin, and you made sure your eyes looked up at him, full of admiration as he fucked your face.
“Such a beautiful fucking slut for your daddy,” he moaned. He began thrusting faster, ready to shoot his load down your throat. “Get ready, and you're going to swallow every drop.” You hummed in response, the vibration sending him over the edge and he pushed your head all the way down until your nose touched his pelvis. His cum shot down your throat and you swallowed every drop like the good girl you aimed to be.
He pulled you off him by your hair, his breath shaky, cock twitching.
“I’d eat your pussy but you don’t deserve that right now.” You pouted at his words. “Get on the bed. Face down, ass up. Move.”
You obeyed, biting your lip as you crawled onto the bed, positioning yourself as he instructed. Your heart raced as you glanced at the mirror in front of the bed, where you could see the reflection of the both of you. In-ho stood behind you, his intense gaze fixed on you as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the muscles of his torso.
He tore your skirt and your thong off, then your skimpy top followed. His smirk was almost cruel, his hands brushing along the curve of your now bare ass as he positioned himself behind you.
“You're going to behave now, aren't you, sweetie?” he murmured. “Or do I need to remind you who's in charge?”
You rolled your eyes and he slapped your ass in response, making you yelp. He didn't hesitate, gripping your waist tightly before plunging into you with a force that left you screaming. Your face buried into the pillow instinctively, but his low, commanding voice brought you back.
“No,” he growled, his fingers tightening around your hips. “Look at yourself. Look at what happens when you act out. Watch me punish you."”
You turned your head toward the mirror, catching sight of him in all his glory. His dark eyes met yours in the reflection, a look of dominance swirling in them.
“That's fucking right,” he said, slamming into you harder, making your entire body jolt. “Don't you dare look away.”
Your breath hitched as his pace quickened, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. “Daddy, I'm sorry,” you cried, your voice trembling.
“Too bad.” he said sharply, his lips curving into a smirk. “You've been a brat and a damn whore all night. You don't get to apologize now.”
His rhythm didn't relent, his grip firm as he hit that spot inside you that made you tremble uncontrollably. “You're enjoying this way too much," he murmured, his tone almost teasing as he noticed the way your pussy soaked his cock.
He could feel the way you clenched around him and he grabbed your throat, pulling you back to his chest.
“You wanna cum for daddy? Yeah?” he asked.
“Yes, daddy,” you sobbed. “P-please let me cum. I promise I’ll be good.”
He chuckled darkly, shoving you back down into the mattress, your face pressed into it. “Beg me, scream for me. Tell me how sorry you are.”
The overwhelming urge to cum was so much, you couldn’t hold back the words that tumbled from your lips even if you tried.
“Please daddy! Please, let me cum. I- I’m so sorry! I won’t be a brat anymore, I swear. Please, wanna cum s-so bad,” you cried, your voice breaking into a pathetic sob.
You could feel the way his cock throbbed inside you at your words. He pulled you back by your neck, your gaze locked on him in the mirror.
“You’ve earned it, baby. Cum for daddy, soak my cock.”
His words were all you needed, your body shook in his arms, and your orgasm took ahold of you. Babbling incoherent words, you squirted, the sensation so intense that his cum spurted deep inside your pussy. He pressed your face into the bed, moaning loudly as he fucked his cum into you and rode out his high. When he was satisfied, he collapsed onto the bed, laying kisses all over your face as he tried to ground you.
In-ho exhaled as he stood up, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment before returning with a warm cloth. He crouched down beside you, his touch surprisingly gentle as he wiped your face, brushing away the dampness on your cheeks then cleaned between your legs. His fingers lingered for a moment, thumb grazing your cheek.
“What’s really wrong, sweetie?” His voice had softened now, no longer edged with frustration.
You pouted, crossing your arms. “You’ve been spending so much time with mom,” you muttered, barely meeting his gaze. “I feel alone.”
He sighed, shaking his head as he sat beside you. “You don’t have to be jealous or seek attention from some little boy to get a reaction out of me,” he said, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to look at him. “You’re the one I want. You know that.”
Your defenses crumbled at his words, and without thinking, you buried your face into the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you close, stroking your hair and your back.
“Good girl,” he murmured, running his hand down your back in soothing strokes. “You know I’m yours regardless.” His lips brushed the top of your head. “And you’re mine. My princess, my baby girl.”
You exhaled, finally relaxing against him as he held you, warm and a bit—fatherly, exactly where you wanted to be.
summary— since in-ho has married your mother, you’ve had him wrapped around your finger and your pussy wrapped around his cock—but lately, he’d been neglecting you in favor of her. you get his attention in the only way you know how, making him jealous.
warnings— minors DNI. age gap(19, early 50s) jealousy, spanking, face fucking, daddy kink, katoptronophilia, choking, hair pulling, cock worship, orgasm denial, begging, unprotected sex, creampie.
a/n— i feel like after this you guys can tell i have daddy issues but enjoy! requests for stepdad!in-ho are open.
You had spent the last few weeks feeling almost restless. Ever since In-ho started spending less time at home, and more with your mother at the request of wanting to hang out with her husband more, your usual interactions had been reduced to fleeting glances at dinner and quickies when he finally managed to slip away. He was distant and when he wasn’t with your mother—he was occupied with his mysterious occupation and you hated how much you noticed. How much you missed him. But you weren’t the type to sit around sulking. If he was going to ignore you, you’d make sure he regretted it.
Sure, you had no right to be jealous. He was your mother’s husband. No one told you to go fuck your stepfather, of course he’d start spending time with his own wife instead.
So when a popular frat boy from your university asked you out, again—you finally said yes. Not because you liked him, but because you knew it would get a reaction from In-ho.
Getting ready, you chose the skimpiest two piece outfit you owned. The fabric clung to your body in all the right places, the skirt riding just high enough to show your ass cheeks and your thong strings were on your hips. You knew exactly what you were doing when you stepped out of your room.
He was there, standing in the hallway, watching you with an unreadable expression. His gaze dragged over your figure, slowly, before settling on your face.
“Where are you going?” His voice was calm, but there was something sharp underneath it.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I have a date,” you smirked, tilting your head.
His jaw tensed. “Go back inside and change that sorry excuse of an outfit. You aren’t going anywhere.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, not happening.”
He exhaled through his nose, something dark flickering in his gaze, but he didn’t say another word. You walked past him without looking back.
The date was fine. The guy was charming, a little full of himself, but he paid for dinner and made you laugh a couple of times. Still, your mind was elsewhere. And when he dropped you back home, you made sure to lean in and kiss him on the cheek before stepping out of the car.
As you turned to walk inside, you threw one last glance over your shoulder. “You know, you’re free to touch if you’d like,” you said playfully, knowing full well a certain someone would be watching.
The guy grinned, slapping your ass and biting his lip before driving off. He hadn’t gotten any pussy but he definitely scored that night.
You didn’t need to turn around to know In-ho was there, standing just inside the house, waiting. The door clicked shut behind you, locking you in with the storm brewing in his gaze.
You swallowed, your heart pounding in your chest. Maybe you had pushed too far.
“What the hell was that?” His voice was low, but there was no mistaking the irritation beneath it.
You rolled your eyes and moved to push past him. “Isn’t my mother waiting for you?” you said, asked.
Before you could take another step, his hand wrapped around your wrist, firm but not painful. “It’s just us right now,” he said, his voice heavier.
You tried to yank your arm away, glaring up at him. “Let me go.”
His jaw tightened. “You’ve been a brat all night,” he muttered. His gaze dropped briefly, taking in your outfit again, and his grip tensed just slightly. “And you really walked out of here wearing this? For him?”
You scoffed, looking anywhere but at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He let out a low, humorless chuckle. “You think I didn’t see you? Letting that kid put his hands on your ass like that?”
You lifted your chin, crossing your arms. “And?”
That muscle in his jaw twitched. He let go of your wrist only to grab you again, firmer this time, pulling you toward the bedroom.
“Hey—” you started, trying to dig your heels into the floor, but he was stronger.
“Shut the fuck up,” he muttered, kicking the door shut behind you. “You’ve been running your mouth all night.”
You shoved at his arm, cursing under your breath. “This is ridiculous.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you forward over his lap. You gasped, trying to push up, but his hand pressed against the small of your back.
“In-ho—”
“You went out with that little boy wearing nothing but a thong?” he asked, lifting the hem of your skirt, scoffing. “Figures.”
You squirmed. “Let me go.”
“You know the drill.” His voice was calm, almost amused. “Count.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but the sharp sting that followed had you sucking in a breath instead.
“One.”
Another.
“T-two.”
His hand came down again, this time a bit harder. “I’m sorry,” you whined.
He scoffed, smoothing his hand over your burning ass. “Sorry who?”
“I’m sorry, daddy.”
It clearly wasn’t enough for him as his hand came down once more.
By the time he reached fifteen, your breath was shaky, and your ass tingled with heat.
He exhaled, running a hand over your ass before finally letting you go. You sat up quickly, glaring at him through glassy eyes.
He smirked, leaning back slightly. “That little stunt of yours was cute.”
You huffed, wiping your eyes. “S-shut up.”
Still, the way he was looking at you made it clear—he knew you weren’t going to pull something like that again.
You pouted, the look on your face making his resolve falter. “Can you hold me? Please daddy.”
He wanted nothing more than to scoop you into his arms and tell you all was well but you needed to learn. He tilted your chin, meeting your watery, pouty gaze. “When you’ve learned to be a good girl but you’re not there yet.”
He undid his belt, his hard cock springing free and you immediately knew what you had to do.
“Get on your knees, worship this cock and show me exactly how sorry you are.”
You nodded, getting on his knees to place a soft kiss on his tip, murmuring, “I love how perfect you are.” Your lips traced a slow path on his shaft, and you could feel his gaze on you. “So big daddy,” you whispered, your words a mix of praise and awe. You knew he liked hearing it, the way his jaw tightened and his fingers threaded through your curls told you so.
“Shut up,” he said, his tone more commanding now. “I don't need you to tell me, you're going to show me.”
Your lips parted, and you took him in your mouth, your gaze flicking up to meet his. His hand tightened in your curls, guiding you to remind you who was in control. “That's it, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Keep going, just like that.”
You continued, your focus entirely on him, feeling his quiet approval in the way his cock throbbed, though his hand remained firmly in your hair. He let out a soft moan, “You're doing so good for me,” he murmured, his words making your pussy throb. “Sometimes you can be a good girl.”
You glided your tongue along his length, your voice barely above a whisper as you said, “I love making you feel good, daddy.” Your fingers traced gentle patterns on his balls, adding to the warmth of your affection.
You took him deep into your throat, gagging as you did but it only turned him on. His grip on your curls remained, pushing your head down then thrusting when you got too comfortable. You swirled your tongue around his shaft, saliva and pre cum dripping down your chin, and you made sure your eyes looked up at him, full of admiration as he fucked your face.
“Such a beautiful fucking slut for your daddy,” he moaned. He began thrusting faster, ready to shoot his load down your throat. “Get ready, and you're going to swallow every drop.” You hummed in response, the vibration sending him over the edge and he pushed your head all the way down until your nose touched his pelvis. His cum shot down your throat and you swallowed every drop like the good girl you aimed to be.
He pulled you off him by your hair, his breath shaky, cock twitching.
“I’d eat your pussy but you don’t deserve that right now.” You pouted at his words. “Get on the bed. Face down, ass up. Move.”
You obeyed, biting your lip as you crawled onto the bed, positioning yourself as he instructed. Your heart raced as you glanced at the mirror in front of the bed, where you could see the reflection of the both of you. In-ho stood behind you, his intense gaze fixed on you as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the muscles of his torso.
He tore your skirt and your thong off, then your skimpy top followed. His smirk was almost cruel, his hands brushing along the curve of your now bare ass as he positioned himself behind you.
“You're going to behave now, aren't you, sweetie?” he murmured. “Or do I need to remind you who's in charge?”
You rolled your eyes and he slapped your ass in response, making you yelp. He didn't hesitate, gripping your waist tightly before plunging into you with a force that left you screaming. Your face buried into the pillow instinctively, but his low, commanding voice brought you back.
“No,” he growled, his fingers tightening around your hips. “Look at yourself. Look at what happens when you act out. Watch me punish you."”
You turned your head toward the mirror, catching sight of him in all his glory. His dark eyes met yours in the reflection, a look of dominance swirling in them.
“That's fucking right,” he said, slamming into you harder, making your entire body jolt. “Don't you dare look away.”
Your breath hitched as his pace quickened, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. “Daddy, I'm sorry,” you cried, your voice trembling.
“Too bad.” he said sharply, his lips curving into a smirk. “You've been a brat and a damn whore all night. You don't get to apologize now.”
His rhythm didn't relent, his grip firm as he hit that spot inside you that made you tremble uncontrollably. “You're enjoying this way too much," he murmured, his tone almost teasing as he noticed the way your pussy soaked his cock.
He could feel the way you clenched around him and he grabbed your throat, pulling you back to his chest.
“You wanna cum for daddy? Yeah?” he asked.
“Yes, daddy,” you sobbed. “P-please let me cum. I promise I’ll be good.”
He chuckled darkly, shoving you back down into the mattress, your face pressed into it. “Beg me, scream for me. Tell me how sorry you are.”
The overwhelming urge to cum was so much, you couldn’t hold back the words that tumbled from your lips even if you tried.
“Please daddy! Please, let me cum. I- I’m so sorry! I won’t be a brat anymore, I swear. Please, wanna cum s-so bad,” you cried, your voice breaking into a pathetic sob.
You could feel the way his cock throbbed inside you at your words. He pulled you back by your neck, your gaze locked on him in the mirror.
“You’ve earned it, baby. Cum for daddy, soak my cock.”
His words were all you needed, your body shook in his arms, and your orgasm took ahold of you. Babbling incoherent words, you squirted, the sensation so intense that his cum spurted deep inside your pussy. He pressed your face into the bed, moaning loudly as he fucked his cum into you and rode out his high. When he was satisfied, he collapsed onto the bed, laying kisses all over your face as he tried to ground you.
In-ho exhaled as he stood up, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment before returning with a warm cloth. He crouched down beside you, his touch surprisingly gentle as he wiped your face, brushing away the dampness on your cheeks then cleaned between your legs. His fingers lingered for a moment, thumb grazing your cheek.
“What’s really wrong, sweetie?” His voice had softened now, no longer edged with frustration.
You pouted, crossing your arms. “You’ve been spending so much time with mom,” you muttered, barely meeting his gaze. “I feel alone.”
He sighed, shaking his head as he sat beside you. “You don’t have to be jealous or seek attention from some little boy to get a reaction out of me,” he said, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to look at him. “You’re the one I want. You know that.”
Your defenses crumbled at his words, and without thinking, you buried your face into the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you close, stroking your hair and your back.
“Good girl,” he murmured, running his hand down your back in soothing strokes. “You know I’m yours regardless.” His lips brushed the top of your head. “And you’re mine. My princess, my baby girl.”
You exhaled, finally relaxing against him as he held you, warm and a bit—fatherly, exactly where you wanted to be.
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:¨ ·.· ¨: stepbro!nicholas chavez x bratty!stepsister!reader 𝜗𝜚 `· . 𐙚 warnings. stepcest. public sex. oral (f!receiving). fingering. nasty dirty talk ː for livie &&& tasha ♡
your step-brother, nicholas, had a weird addiction to your pussy. maybe it was the way you tasted, maybe it was your intoxicating smell; or maybe it was the sweet, little noises — so much different from your usual demanding and sugar-coated voice — that had him on his knees every time you spread your legs for him. one look, it was all it took; the soft flutter of your lashes, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, twirling a piece of hair around your finger — and he already knew what you wanted.
the worst thing? he wanted it just as much.
that's how you found yourself here — legs spread in the air in a pretty v shape, with nicholas' veiny arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you from falling onto the floor from your spot on the kitchen counter. with the party going on outside, the house was fully empty, except for the two of you, lingering in the kitchen for long; not long enough for your family to get suspicious and come look for you, though.
it was a beautiful and peaceful evening in california; the sun was just hiding behind the horizon, coating the skies in pretty pink and orange hue. your uncle's loud voice echoed through the garden, along with mixed voices and laughter from both yours and nicholas' families. or, should you say just — your family?
your little black dress rested on your upper thighs, swirling in the light wind as you moved around the garden to greet the guests. nicholas stood there, chatting with some friend of his you didn't have an opportunity to meet yet, looking as handsome as ever in his tank top and beige pants — something so basic, yet so good on him. nicholas' tan skin seemed to glow in the setting sun, the veins on his arms more prominent than ever as he flexed his muscles, stretching his arms over his head.
you found yourself twirling a piece of your perfectly curled hair around your finger, leaning on your elbows so that he could get a sneak of your boobs if he looked long enough; your fingers ghosting over the rim of your glass as you stared at your step-brother absently. his dark eyes met yours every now and then, sending you a clear message — right there and then, he wanted this; no, he needed this. needed you. the consequences be damned.
"shit, nick— someone could walk in—", you stutter, pushing his face closer towards your pussy absentmindedly, and you hear him chuckle against your mound at your weak protest. the vibration sends a spark of electricity down your spine, and you can't control the moan that slips past your lips as nicholas' mouth closes around your clit. his nails dig into your thighs almost painfully, but you're too high up to care — all you can think about is him, right there, right now, kneeling in front of you and devouring you as if it was the last thing he'd ever do.
"for someone who talks so much, you're ridiculously quiet now", nicholas teases between licks, manoeuvring between short, precise flicks of his tongue and long swipes that have you clutching on the counter until your knuckles turn white. as much as you hate him for his cockiness and carelessness, you can't bring yourself to care, not now. with his tongue circling around your clenching hole, dipping in just barely to feel you clench around the muscle, and your legs beginning to shake where he holds them open, the bitchy reply dies in your throat.
"what is it, lil' sis? does your big brother's tongue feel good on your little pussy? she just needs to be taken care of, yeah? you poor little thing," nicholas coos softly, his voice sickly sweet, dripping with a fake sincere that has you gripping the counter tighter.
"such a shame you're such a dirty, pathetic whore."
tears spring to your eyes at the pure obscenity of his words, and you shake your head, teeth sinking in your bottom lip as you throw your head back. as much as nicholas' remarks annoy you, you can't deny they also make the coil in your stomach tighten, ready to burst just as he chuckles into you, clearly amused by your fucked-out state. you can't help the shameless moan that slips past your dry throat as you fight to free your legs from the painful grip he has on you.
"ni— nickkk," you beg quietly, hoping he'd catch the hint just as your mother's voice echoes through the garden, getting dangerously close to the balcony door. you straighten your posture, both hands in nicholas' hair now to get him to stop, hoping he'd listen, just like you know he can.
but your step-brother seems to know exactly what you need, even if you don't say it directly. he redoubles his effort, sucking your clit into his mouth while groaning into you, fingers digging into your sensitive skin. his dark eyes glimmer with satisfaction and something darker, something that has your toes curling and back arching. you're moaning into the summer air, rocking your hips back and forth against nicholas' face as his tongue swirls around your nub.
"such a naughty, dirty slut, aren't you, sis?," nicholas teases, smacking his lips together when he pulls away for a breath, licking away the string of saliva that connects him to the heaven that is your sloppy pussy — his own step-sister's pussy, the very one he craves for every night, he realises. with the thought blooming in his head, and a newfound determination, he lets go of your thigh and gets up from where he's kneeling on the floor, standing between your legs as two of his fingers slip into your hole. you slap your hand over your mouth when he curls them inside you, immediately beginning to fuck into you with a force that has you dangerously close to the edge.
"oh shit— nick, fuck— oh, i'm gonna come," you cry out, pulling nicholas' neck to lick at his jaw and mouth, tasting yourself on his face as he groans into the air, his thumb finding your clit as he rubs it gently — a sharp contrast to the toughness of his fingers working inside you. you're not allowed to cum, you know, he has to give you a verbal permission, and you're a well-trained little sister for your older brother. so you hold it in, pulling nicholas down for a sloppy kiss, your moans swallowed by his sinful lips on yours as he kissed you with just as much vigour, pushing your hips down with his free hand when you started to wiggle against his body.
"you wanna cum, sissy?," nicholas teases lowly, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth lewdly, his fingers curling upward until you feel like crying from the overwhelming pleasure. you nod the best you can, nails scratching on the back of his neck until you're sure you'll leave marks there. good.
"you know what good girls say when they want to cum, baby. don't you? c'mon, sweetness," he urges, and you feel his smell invade your senses, his voice and the sound of your squelching wetness filling the small, orange-hued space. "you wanna make your big brother proud, yeah?"
nicholas' hand finds your jaw, making you pout your lips as you look up at him through your lashes, swallowing your pride the moment you meet his demanding gaze.
"fuck, yes— wanna be your good girl, shittt! please, nick", you cry out. as you feel the wetness cling to your inner thighs your cheeks grow hot, tears springing in the corners of your eyes as he smiles cruelly, kissing your pouting mouth wetly.
"hmm, not quite good enough, sissy," he teases again, smirking to himself when he feels you tighten around his fingers. he rubs your clit furiously, his whole body pressing against yours to ensure you don't fall onto the wooden floor. "say it."
you hiccup, trying to push him away and pull him closer at the same time, your nails digging into his bicep. the feeling of his muscles clenching under your touch is your unraveling as you fall forward, but nicholas' hand wraps around your throat firmly to make sure you keep your watery eyes on him.
"please, big brother, wanna cum f'you," you whine pathetically, choking on your breath when nicholas' thumb presses on your pulse point, his eyes dark as he studies your angelic expression.
"that's my girl, fuck," he growls lowly, speeding up his ministrations on your pussy as the wet, squelching sounds fill the thick air, making the tips of your ears turn red with humiliation. you hate it how easily he takes control over you, hate it when he makes the tables turn and leaves you trembling under his intense eyes. you let out a strangled moan, feeling your hole flutter as your tight canal swallows nicholas' fingers again, again and again—
"cum for me, sis. let me see you come f'me, yeah, give me allll you got," he coos, letting go of your neck to give your covered breast a firm squeeze, and it's all it takes. your cries and nicholas' groan echo through the kitchen as you come on his fingers, hard. you soak nicholas' hand as some transparent liquid squirts out of your clenching hole, dripping down his arm and onto the wooden floor.
he works you through the waves of your orgasm, mumbling incoherent words into the air — but they aren't meant for you to hear. your eyes are heavy when nicholas lifts his hand to tap his soaked fingers against your bottom lip, his gaze softer now, affection mixed with a hint of authority.
"suck yourself off my fingers, baby. if you do good, maybe, maybe i'll fuck your pretty little throat later, yeah?".
Hey! Idk if you know this character, but Terry Richmond from Rebel Ridge (Aaron Pierre irl). That man is so pretty, especially his eyes. Just wanted to know, if interested, if you can take my request of writing for him? I’d make a detailed request but I wanna know your thoughts first.
Hey bb! I’ve never seen Rebel Ridge actually, this is the first time I’m actually hearing about it😭I’d have to watch the show to right about him and honestly idk when that would be :/
