serendipity.

basic of me. but. innocent!reader looking for a summer job and just throwing out applications anywhere that’s hiring. you’ve spammed the ‘apply’ button on the job postings website to the point where you’re hearing back from places you don’t even remembering seeing the ad for.

when jay calls you, he’s really charismatic over the phone, well-spoken but non-threatening, he didn’t even remind you what the position was for but you agreed to meet him to talk more about it. he texted you an address and you prepared to go the next day. you brainstormed your answers for some typical interview questions, nailed down your availability and printed out another copy of your resume just in case.

when you arrive at the location, you’re surprised to see that it’s a residential home and not a business. you rationalize that he must be conducting interviews from home because he’s so committed to his business to go above and beyond and outside work hours. you’ve never had a full time job before. you can count on one hand the number of interviews you’ve attended in your life. you never had to work as a teen and you’ve been wrapped up in your post-secondary education for so long now you haven’t had time for anything else.

jay is so attentive, making eye contact and nodding to show you he’s actively listening as you answer questions on the couch in his living room. you feel so comfortable with him, the conversation doesn’t feel like an interview at all. slowly, the questions he’s asking you evolve from your university education and past work experience to your practical skills.

you start listing off adjectives people have used to describe you in the past, reliable, dedicated, task-oriented.. okay, maybe they’re just buzz words you saw online but after a moment, jay ‘politely’ cuts you off. ‘no, doll, i mean real skills. how’s your head game?’

you have no idea what he’s talking about but you quickly turn red as he laughs at you. it’s a gentle chuckle, but.. it’s still at your expense. jay can clearly sense your discomfort and rises from the armchair he’s been seated in across from you and joins you on the sofa. he sits close, too close and you can smell his heady cologne.

‘i can tell you’ve never done anything like this before.’ he says, his tone soothing but his hand is on your thigh, far too high to be respectable. you regret wearing shorts to this interview, his fingertips grazing your exposed skin while his other hand cups your cheek, turning your face towards him. his hands are cool in contrast to your flushed skin, your heart beating faster with every breath.

‘i think you’d be perfect, though.’ he purrs in your ear. ‘one more question and we can conclude the interview, but don’t stress too much, you pretty much already have the job.’ he laughs again, but it only makes you feel more uneasy.

his hands are on your breasts before you can blink, cupping the weight of them in his palms and thumbing over where your nipples rest. your sensitive peaks are eager to harden, straining against the thin fabric of your bra. he gives them an experimental squeeze, pushing them together and then up slightly to emphasize your cleavage peeking out the neckline of your top. ‘gorgeous.’ he murmurs, more to himself than you.

you mumble an incoherent protest, embarrassed by the situation and then even more at the fact that you’re just taking it. why can’t you do anything? you’re frozen in place, heat pooling in your core but your brain is screaming at you to run.

‘let me just get a closer look,’ jay says, his voice thicker now as he slips the straps of your tank top off your shoulders. you’re staying perfectly still, albeit trembling subtly. he finds the clasp of your bra, unhooking it with expert precision. you gulp audibly. the cups fall away from your heavy tits, jay dragging your shirt the rest of the way down to expose you completely. the cool air of his living room hits your skin, your nipples stiffening impossibly further.

‘yeah, you’ll be perfect.’ he breathes out, his eyes trained on your chest as he licks his lip. the swipe of his tongue across his lower lip makes your heart drop into your stomach.

‘i don’t…’ you start, desperately trying to say something but jay smoothly interrupts you again.

‘shush, don’t worry. i’ll teach you everything you need to know.’

-

To say you've been having a hard time was an understatement.

Long nights at the hospital, getting used to independence, and the constant standards you set up for yourself, all of it had tumbled into this pent up frustration in your chest.

Arriving at the apartment from yet another life-draining shift, a relieved sigh spilled past your lips.

"Long day?" a equally tired voice asked.

You looked up from your discarded shoes, realizing Heeseung stood at the kitchen counter, coffee in hand.

"Coffee? It's 11 P.M" You muse back, bewildered.

"Duty calls." Heeseung mumbled.

He wasn't looking so well either. A grey hood pulled over his messy hair, highlighting his sunken eyes- which didn't do any justice for his tired smile. Your eyes flickered downwards, he wore plaid pajama pants, which highli- you quietly gasped.

Your eyes nearly bulged out your head, quickly shooting back up to meet his gaze.

Heeseung slightly raised a brow, bringing the mug to his lips. You let out a soft laugh. "Well, good luck on your work, I'm finally free so i'll be off in my room!"

"Must be nice." Heeseung grumbled, mumbling something about rerunning code as you scurried off to your room.

As soon as your door shut, guilt hit you square in the chest. Tiredness wasn't the only thing Heeseung had on display.

What were you? A perv? standing there ogling at his crotch. You shook your head, dragging your hands down your face.

Heeseung and you barely ever spoke, your schedules misaligned. He was just another tenant that had happened to be placed in the same apartment by the landlord. Clearly, you had been overworked today and you weren't thinking straight.

But now, every time you'd see him, you were sure that the huge dent in his pajama pants would be all you could think of. What could you do to save what was little left of your dignity?

Avoid him.

The next few weeks weren't extremely out of the ordinary, you and him barely crossed paths regardless, making it easy enough to get around him.

But Heeseung wasn't stupid, he noticed. He heard you come home late each night, watched you take careful steps to not disturb him, you didn't even bother texting anymore.

Heeseung knew you were taking small steps to avoid him, but what for, was beyond him.

Heeseung wasn't going to press on it either, he wasn't necessarily in a position to interrogate you, and Heeseung spent his time working and knowing how to mind his business.

But on a late night, where he was ripping his hair out over a ruined program, he heard a small noise through the wall.

A quiet, strained, whine. He paused.

He bit his tongue, eyebrows furrowing, unsure he heard right.

But when he leaned back in his chair and heard another short gasp from your wall, his lips lazily curled upwards in amusement. He ran a hand through his hair as he glanced at the time.

Unbelievable. 2:30 A.M.

On the other side of the wall, was you, frustrated and insatiable. You laid pent up in your own sheets.

You had been trying to resolve some tension for yourself, really let go of what had been bothering you for weeks.

You tried, fingers reaching all the right spots, yet it wasn't enough to satisfy the needs you had.

After a long while of giving up and staring blankly at your ceiling, you realized you were probably a little louder than you thought you were.

Your morals started to flicker, desperation taking ahold of your body.

The realization that there was a man seriously living with you, the memory of Heeseung's imprint, and the fact you could take this problem elsewhere. Possibly, next door.

The realization and the idea was all too tempting, too luring when you were in such a desperate position.

And so here you are.

You stood frozen in front of his door, staring at the lightly varnished wood.

You swallowed thickly, you weren't sure if you were truly thinking this through. Was this seriously all you could come up with?

You contemplated, biting on the skin of your lip. You had been stuck in your room, trying to drag out an orgasm for hours, and now as a last- very desperate- resort, you've come looking for help.

You finally took the bite and raised your knuckles up, knocking on his door.

It was silent at first, some quiet shuffling behind the door.

You already felt a pang of regret, wanting to run away. You had done everything in a haste, fully shaved, lotion, perfumed. It was nearly as nerve wracking as your first time.

You sighed as the silence stretched longer, prepared to take your troubles back to your room, but then the door swung open.

Heeseung leant on the doorway, his eyebrows slightly raised, his expression full of subtle shock. He hadn't expected you to finally show up.

"What's up?" He blinked, looking down at you. He was bewildered why you were here to see him when maybe fifteen minutes ago you were doing God knows what behind your door.

You stared at him for a moment. He wore a white t-shirt and wired frames sat on his nose this time. Your eyes flickered downwards yet again, you just had to pick the day he had worn the same pajama pants again.

You let out a quick nervous breath before looking him in the eye, "Can I come in?"

Heeseung didn't miss the glint of desperation in your eye, or the way your chest slightly heaved. "Uh- yeah," he answered, stepping aside. "Don't mind the mess." He added.

You stepped into his dark room, the only light was coming from his computer monitor, which casted a small white glow across the room. On his desk, scattered papers and stacks of notebooks.

His room smelled of his cologne and fresh laundry. Something warm, a little woody, something so masculine you pressed your lips and your thighs together.

Heeseung shut the door behind you, the knob clicking. You stood at the edge of his bed, afraid to sit down. He relaxedly sat back down at his desk, swiveling to face you.

"What'd you need?" He asked again, cocking his head. A small strand of hair fell into his face, and you realized, he was effortlessly good looking, and you somehow never seemed to notice before.

You licked your lips, unsure how to answer without sounding insane.

"Um, you know, I'll be straightforward with you." You mumble.

He raised a brow at you, crossing his foot to rest on his knee.

"I've been really stressed lately, and um, I.." You looked away, ears heating up.

"And?" Heeseung grabbed his pen and tapped it on the table.

"Sorry, I'm sure you've heard me, erm, you know." You continued, unable to really get around to what you wanted to say.

"Heard you?" Heeseung chuckled. "These walls are thin, _____."  He smiled at you, unbothered.

Your cheeks flushed, you wanted to crawl in a hole and die, but you took it further. You were too far gone and it was too late to take it back.

"I can't get off." You say, eyes glued to your feet.

The pen drops on the table.

Heeseung blinks at you in disbelief again. He wasn't sure if he was hearing right.

He plants both feet into the ground, leaning forward in his seat.

"You'd think after all that noise you'd be able to finish." He joked- more to himself than you, grin growing on his face.

"What're you here for, ___?" His voice was low as he asked for a third time, the playfulness in his voice vanished.

You inhaled.

"Listen I didn't mean to be a perv, but your dick print was on display the other day- in fact, right now- Heeseung. It's huge." Words spew out of your mouth as you frantically avoided looking at him.

Silence.

You gulped, should you really have said all that?

The room suddenly felt smaller as his gaze weighed heavy on you. You stood still, dignity ripped from you as you waited for his answer.

Heeseung smirked, "Still didn't answer my question."

Your jaw dropped in disbelief, that was all he had to say?

You bit your lip and swallowed your pride.

"Please help me cum. I just can't do it."

Heeseung leaned back in his seat. He looked you up and down, eyes half lidded.

"Get on the bed."

Your eyes widened, you mean, you knew it was what you had asked for, but you didn't expect him to comply so easily.

Heeseung stood up from his seat, making his way towards you. His face had changed, eyes set on you with a dark gleam. You sat, nervous- or scared, you weren't sure- in anticipation.

Heeseung tilted your chin up with his fingers, looking down at you, he scanned your face, staring at your nervous eyes and flushed cheeks.

He used his palm to push your shoulder back, causing you to fall against his sheets.

Heeseung's jaw tightened, his expression had a hint of irritation.

"Ignore me for weeks, and now you've come to get fucked?" He murmured, lowering his body to press kisses on your neck.

You gasp, his hands lightly grasping on to your waist.

Heeseung trails his kisses down, tapping his fingers under your shirt, sending tingles of warmth up your sensitive skin.

"Tell me what's wrong, hm?" He mumbles against your clavicle, doe eyes peering up at you.

Your chest heaved, "I couldn't-I can't get off." You repeated again.

Heeseung tilted his head up, resting his chin on your collarbone, fingers continually trailing up beneath your shirt.

"Why?" He hummed.

"Couldn't stop thinking of you." You whispered, breathy shaky as you feel the pads of his fingers reach your breasts.

"Well, I'll get you what you want before sunrise." The corner of Heeseung's lips curled as he pressed his hand against your bare boob, you gasped again, feeling the callouses on his hand against your soft skin.

He pulls your shirt up, revealing the clear sight of your chest. You wanted to hide, run away from the embarrassment, but Heeseung's hands pressed you firmly against the bed.

You squirm in his hold as he squeezed one of your nipples inbetween his fingers. You bit your lip and looked away, holding in another pained gasp.

"So pretty, can't believe you were hiding." Heeseung mumbled, leaning down to lock your lips in a messy kiss.

Heeseung's kiss wasn't rough, but desperate, almost as if he had finally lost his self control. He kissed with a fervor that would have made you think he missed you.

Your legs wrap around his waist as your fingers comb through his hair, holding onto the nape of his neck.

Heeseung pulls away, looking at you like it pained him to stop. His glasses fogged up and his hair a mess from your doing.

"Fuck you're so pretty." He murmured, pulling his shirt off. Your eyes darted to the waistband of his boxers that stuck out from under his pants.

Heeseung wasted no time undressing you, leaving you in nothing but lace black panties. He cursed, staring unashamedly at your body.

"These for me?" Heeseung asked, slipping a finger under your panties and pulling them back. "Yes.." you shyly admit, avoiding his gaze. The fabric rebounded on your skin, leaving a stinging pain that made you hiss.

Heeseung smirked, your reaction was everything to him, all he needed to really make himself happy.

You lifted your hips for him as he pulled them down, tossing it aside with the rest of the abandoned clothes.

Heeseung kneeled at the edge of the bed, gently taking ahold of your calves and pulling your legs to rest against his shoulders. His face so close to your core you can't help but squirm, his breath warm and foreign.

His hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you spread open as he pressed tantalizing kisses against your inner thighs, reaching closer and closer to you heat.

After begging and calling his name, Heeseung finally pressed his tongue flat against your folds. You whined, hand flying to grab ahold of his head.

He quickly got rid of his foggy glasses, flinging them beside you whilst he licked a long stripe against your cunt, causing you to tighten your grip in his soft hair.

He hummed, tasting the saltiness of your arousal. Heeseung pressed two fingers into you, sucking your clit lightly.

"Ah!- Fuck! Hee, please." You softly moaned, you didn’t know what you were pleading for, but you knew you needed more. He hums again, his fingers curling into you. You gasp, back starting to arch slightly off the mattress.

Heeseung eats like a starved man, licking, sucking, kissing. His fingers work diligently inside you, pressing against all the spots he can.

He watches your reactions, figuring out what you like, his eyebrows furrow as he watches you gasp and whine his name as he tries different things.

"Fuck Hee! I need it bad, so bad." You cry, a hand clenching his sheets. Heeseung pulls away, panting. He looks up at you, "Need what baby? Words."

His tone isn't demanding or harsh, but truly eager to understand what you needed.

"You!" You exhale, propping yourself up on your elbows.

Heeseung smiles from between your legs, standing back up. "Right."

He pulls his pants down and you're finally met with what's been haunting you for weeks. Him and his ridiculously large dick.

You thought it wouldn't surprise you anymore, but when the flushed red tip was flush against his abdomen, your confidence shattered.

His tip reached his belly button, the shaft long and intimidating. "Hee.. I don't think I can take that." You whispered, feeling small.

"It's what you wanted isn't it? What you came for." Heeseung asked, looking down at you.

"You can do it." Heeseung reassured, pressing a kiss to your forehead while slowly pumping his cock.

You sucked in a breath, coming to your knees in front of him.

Heeseung tilted your chin up, tapping himself against your lips. You slowly opened your mouth until you were wide enough to fit him, and he pushed in.

"Take what you can." Heeseung mumbled inbetween a strained groan, feeling the warmth of your tongue beneath him. He grabbed ahold of your hair, just to have a bit of control.

You found it hard to breathe as he pushed farther in, throat constricting around his length. He cursed under his breath, eyes shutting tight.

When his tip reached the back of your throat, your eyes watered, throat struggling to relax.

Heeseung let out a sigh and looked down at you. Your eyes were teary and your mouth full of him, he let out another groan at the sight of you.

"Breathe baby, take it slow." He gritted against his teeth, grip tight on your head. You hummed around him, slowly bobbing your head.

Focusing on breathing out your nose, you find yourself relaxing, hands on Heeseung's thighs to ground yourself.

"Fuck." He cursed under his breath, pushing your head further down.

Suddenly, he pulls your head back, his chest heaving. "Not yet, I've gotta give you what you want." He looks down at you.

Your hair is a mess, eyes slightly red and lips swollen from him. Heeseung catches his breath as he pulls you up.

"Up baby." He commands.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders and he lifts you up, going in for more sloppy kisses as he walks you to his desk.

He places you down on his desk, scattering his papers onto the floor.

He doesn't care, not when his pretty roommate has finally come asking to be fucked.

He harshly sucks your skin as he keeps your legs open once again, fisting his cock as he slowly dragged it against your folds.

“You know, I’ve actually been thinking about this for forever? ” Heeseung whispers, slowly pressing himself in.

You gasp, hands gripping onto his shoulders as soon as you feel the foreign stretch.

He knew you needed time, guidance. He slowly inched in, biting his lip and mumbling reassurances.

“You were so pretty, and always wearing those damn shorts around the house.”

“Too big.” You whimpered, the stretch of his cock pained you.

You shut your eyes, fingers tightening against his shoulders.

“You can take it, I promise I’ll be perfect for you.” Heeseung pressed a kiss against your temple as finally managed to bottom out.

Heeseung’s little self restrain barely held on, if it was up to him he’d be fucking you senseless.

Slowly, he moved, hands carefully skimming against your thighs.

You and Heeseung said nothing, only shallow breaths and short gasps as he carefully pulled out.

Before long, your pain dissolved.

Heeseung had picked up his pace, hands tight against your waist. His brows furrowed, eyes glued to your body.

He let out shaky exhales each time he felt your pussy bring him back in, he followed along like a dog on a leash.

The drag of his cock made your mouth hang open, moans spilling past your lips each time he slammed his hips against yours.

It was loud, filthy, and much more than you had expected.

Heeseung was determined to get you to finish, peppering kisses against your neck and speeding up.

The pleasure he gave you was something you could only dream your fingers gave you. You cried for him, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach.

“Hee, I’m gonna come!” You gasp, eyes shutting as he continuously filled you up.

“Good, not sure how much longer I can hold on.” He bit his lip, fingers curling harder into your hips as he thrust with more force.

It doesn’t take much before your hips buck and you’re holding onto his neck like your life depended on it. You cry loudly, his name coming out like a prayer.

The tension in your stomach snaps, and you’re left with nothing but blurry vision as Heeseung fucks you through it.

Heeseung had barely any willpower left, quickly succumbing to the high he had been holding back for you.

Heeseung groans and quickly pulls out, hand desperately rubbing out spurts of white against your stomach as he holds you against his desk.

Both of you pant, coming down from your highs. His forehead rests against your shoulder, sweat sticky against your skin.

His entire body presses against yours, his warm breath ghosting over your collarbone.

You thread your fingers through his hair, watching his exhausted eyes flutter close against your skin.

“Heeseung?”

He hums.

“Extend your lease pretty please?” You mumble.

Heeseung laughs, looking up at you.

"What would he think, knowing it's his friend between my thighs, mhh?"

Heeseung bites his tongue, because you're not exactly wrong. What the hell is he even doing, eyeing up his friend's daughter's perfect pussy like a fucking pervert? He's kneeling on the floor, face to face with your soaked panties—white lace that peeked from the way too shirt skirt you wore—so close he can feel the heat radiate from you.

He was supposed to walk in, retrieve the papers your dad told him to get, and drive back to the office. Too bad you were home, greeting him with nothing but bad intentions, after he's oh so meticulously avoided you after the night of weakness he spent in your room.

Your dad is a way too powerful man to even think about crossing, but ever since Heeseung has gotten a taste of your cunt, he hasn't stopped thinking about it once. And now, he's back to square one.

You thread your hands through his hair, pulling him closer until his nose rests on the wet spot on your panties, lifting your legs to rest on his broad shoulders. "So? Should I get up and finish the job myself?"

Evil. You're such an evil little thing. And he was so foolish to think he wouldn't fall for your games again.

Heeseung presses a soft kiss to your clothed mound, eyes fixed on the way your bra is peeking from your lowered shirt, and when you sigh so prettily for him, he rewards you with a wet stripe licked on your heat with his tongue flat, stiffening up only when it reaches your clit. He taps it a few times, looking out for your reactions, then catches it through the thin fabric and suckles it into his mouth, soaking the lace completely.

Your eyes close and your head bends to the side. You bite down on your lip to not give him the satisfaction of knowing how good his mouth feels already. Despite that, your hips chase his face when he pulls away briefly.

"Bet all those other guys you fuck with don't even know where your clit is," Heeseung says, amused glint in his eyes. You're so cute, trying to keep control of the situation, acting like it's not slipping out of your hold with every passing second. "Bet you tried to find one that could make you cum half as hard as I can."

"I can find one any day," you say, but it doesn't sound anything close to convincing, and the way you roll your hips into his face is further proof of it.

"Then why are you here with your pussy dripping before I even take your panties off?"

"Maybe I like danger."

Heeseung does too, he decides. He kisses your core again before lowering your panties with his teeth, aided by the thumbs hooked on the waistband, and the sight leaves you breathless. The stubble on his chin is sightly itchy against your soft skin, but you can't bring yourself to care when he looks like he's about to eat you whole and leave no leftovers.

"You're drenched." He moans, voice raw and deep, before finally delving in to lap up every drop you're willing to give him (and anything else he can force out of you). You taste so good on his tongue as he draws slow and deliberate circles on your clit, wetness clinging to his chin and lips, and even though it's something he's always known deep down, he finally accepts there is no way he is ever going to deprive himself of this, dad approval or not.

ꕥ PARK JONGSEONG

step-dad!jay, cheating (both ways lol), pregnancy sex, breeding, unprotected sex, daddy kink

Jay really fucking hates your stupid boyfriend.

Why do you even need one, when after that bastard gets his fill with you, you come begging for daddy to get you off because the fucker can't even do that properly? Why do you need one when Jay is right there for you?

He hates how he can't claim you publicly, he hates how you have to keep your love hidden. He hates how only you two know the baby is his.

How could it not be? After making sure to breed you, stuff you full night after night, cream the pussy he loves so much every single chance he got. He hates how it's your boyfriend that gets to walk around town with his hands around your waist and belly like he put the baby in there. He hates how no knows, but it's also the only thing keeping him sane, no matter what everyone thinks and says, the baby is Jay's. your pussy is Jay's, you're Jay's, and nothing will ever change it.

"What will everyone think, when the baby will grow up to look just like us?" Jay whispers in your ear, chest to your back, and his fingers playing with your sore and swollen nipples.

You hum, honestly too lost in the feeling of his thick tip pushing into you to really care about whatever he's saying. The pregnancy made you even more insatiable than you were before, so despite all the times you've already come on Jay's cock, you reach down to play with your own clit because you need just a little more.

"Greedy baby, helping daddy out. " Jay bites the shell of your ear, lifting your hips and slamming them back down until the only visible part of him are his slick covered balls. "Look at the mess you made, I'm gonna need to teach you some manners."

"Don't care," you moan, high pitched and way too loud for a house that's supposed to be empty of any woman, your mother on a business trip. "Just wanna cum."

"Feisty." But the truth is that he could never be too stern with you, not when you sound and look the way that you do, full tits and even fuller belly yet still putting on a mouth watering show for him.

Jay swats your hand away, replacing it with his own thumb as he puts all his weight into his feet and begins fucking up into you without breaking a single sweat. His other arm is wrapped around your hip, keeping you thigh open and in place, and you can't do anything but moan his ear off and take everything he has to give you. "Is one baby not enough? Does my good girl want me to put another in her? Because I will, over and over again until someone notices it's your sweet step-daddy that has been keeping you full all along."

ꕥ SIM JAEYUN

ex bf's dad!jake, p in v, chokehold, sir kink.

You're trying your absolute best to muffle all the sounds Jake seems hellbent on dragging out of you, considering the fact that your ex boyfriend, which happens to be his son, and a bunch of his friends are in the other room. But every single time you bite onto the bedsheets, your head is yanked back.

"Please," you hiccup, mascara running down your face in thick stripes and spit all over your chin from all the times the man plowing into you from behind has made you cum on his cock. "Sir—"

"You're sooo cute when you get shy." Jake wraps one of his huge, veiny hands around your throat and lifts you so your back is flush with his chest. The angle his hips switch to feels so good, way too good for someone who not so long ago thought coming one more time was nearly impossible. His movements slow down to grinds performed in a circle against the plush skin of your ass, and your mouth hangs open in pleasure. "You feel that? I don't even need to be rough or put effort into it."

You bounce back on him slightly, earning a grin from him. The brush of his stubble so close to your ear sends shivers down your entire body, and when his thick arm replaces the hold around your neck, your hands fly to the headboard for support, but you can't quite reach it, so you dig your fingers into his skin.

The choke hold isn't rough, it's just secure, no matter how much your nails scratch at it and no matter how much the sting makes Jake hiss, it stays there undisturbed while his hips pick up the pace again.

"Feisty thing, you are." The sounds of skin slapping on skin, sticky and wet after all the rounds, are obscene, but this time all you can think about is how close you are yet again, any worries about your ex boyfriend hearing you through the thin walls nowhere to be found in your mind. "But that's just how I like 'em."

"Sir, ngh, I'm gonna—" you get cut off by a stronger thrust, his arm no longer around your neck to keep you from collapsing on the bed. Your frame shakes in pleasure underneath his broad one, and his hands find the headboard, knuckles pure white on the dark wood.

"Let go, darling. Such a good pussy. So needy and greedy, but I love it. Go on, sing for me. If anyone has anything to say about it, this is my house, and now it's yours too. Be as loud as you fucking want."

ꕥ PARK SUNGHOON

ice skating instructor!hoon, daddy kink, oral (f!rec) implied cheating.

"You were so good today, little thing. Made daddy so, so proud," Sunghoon whispers against your skin, his lips tracing their way down your body so carefully it almost brings tears to your eyes. He's so patient, so sweet, sometimes enough to make whatever goes on between you two feel okay.

His ring finger is bare like every time his hands are on you, and for the moment, it eases your mind just that little bit you need to completely relax and let yourself be at his mercy.

"I want to make you feel good too," you say, but it doesn't stop the man from taking his place on the cold floor before you, between your thighs. The way it feels natural to have his dark hair tickle your inner thigh scares you, but even that doesn't drown out the electrifying feeling traveling through your body like shock waves when his eyes meet yours.

"Another time maybe, yeah?" He caresses your skin with his thumb, pressing a soft kiss to your goosebump littered skin in encouragement. "Let me take care of you."

His arms flex under the dark long sleeve he's wearing, and for a second you think he might stretch the material too hard and rip his shirt along with your bodysuit, but they relax once he hears the loud rip he was looking for, your skin colored tights breaking under the strain too. They cling to your frame, but all Sunghoon needs is a hole right where you want him most, his mouth immediately latching to your heat, tongue exploring you from top to bottom, collecting your essence and humming loudly at the taste.

"What made you this wet, little thing? Was it knowing how good you did? Knowing your coach would take good care of you and reward you after?" He licks his plump lips, redder than usual because of the heated make out session you two indulged in right after everyone else left, so smooth and soft despite the harsh cold.

He goes back to suckle on your clit, his eyes never leaving yours while he prods one of his thick fingers at your entrance, slowly and steady testing the waters like he might scare you. He treats you like a porcelain doll, like one would precious glass, and deep down you know it's because you're that much younger, but you're addicted to it in ways you didn't think possible. Part of you wants to push him to break you, but you're too stuck in the loop of always trying to please, always striving to make him proud, to even think about pushing back on his orders. You live to make him want you.

"You're so good for me, you know that?" He lets go of your clit with a pop, another finger joining the one inside you. He pumps them slowly, mouth slightly ajar as he focuses on the little twitches and creases of your features when he bends his digits and finds just the right spot. Your legs shake around his head, and your own falls back in pleasure as he gives you kitten licks all over, his pace never faltering. "As long as you make daddy happy, I'll keep making you feel good."

And you know he will, like all the other times he has, like he is right now. And as long as he'll have you, you'll keep falling back to him, no matter how much your conscience fights back against it when he's at a safe distance. The moment his scent envelops you, you're a goner, and for now, you're okay with that.

ꕥ KIM SUNOO

boss!sunoo, pet play, this one is a little insane bare w me, gag toy, shoe humping, exhibitionism, jungwon cameo, jealously, public humiliation.

Your boss having a thing for absolutely humiliating you isn't exactly breaking news, not to you at least, but there are times even you think he outdoes himself.

You're on the floor, underneath the restaurant table like a dog, pink bone shaped gag and everything, praying to whoever will listen that no one notices.

"Just be a good pup and behave," Sunoo had said when it became clear what he was up to. "No one will know if you don't let them know."

Yeah, right. Why was his shoe rubbing up against your crotch, then?

Sunoo loves doing shit like this to you (and deep down, you love it too) but this had to be punishment. For what, took you a while to understand.

It all became clear once a pair of Prada loafers peeked through the table cloth, and with them, came greetings from a very familiar voice. Sunoo somehow found out you were also having a little affair going on with Yang Jungwon from HR. Ironic.

Sunoo's voice was sharp and cold as he started making conversation you only caught bits of here and there, too busy trying to not draw the other man's attention on what was going on underneath the table, just a few centimeters away from his legs. But Sunoo is not nice enough to let that slide, so suddenly it's not the sole of the shoe pressing into you, it's the point that starts to meticulously explore your cunt.

He made you wear a skirt before leaving, so the only barrier between your soaked heat and his hard leather shoe is a pair of very drenched panties clinging to your skin for dear life, and the harsher the press of his foot is, the more you want to let go of any rational though and hump away at it like a dog in heat.

After all, he's made it clear enough that that's all you are.

"Your behavior these past few weeks has been…" Sunoo pauses, and you can hear the clink of his glass as he sets it on the table. His shoe presses onto you. "Less than acceptable."

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you're trying to say, Sir," Jungwon replies, and his voice is uncharacteristically shaky, more than you've ever heard it be.

Sunoo hums, and silence falls between the two men having dinner above you, but now that you're horny beyond your mind, keeping sounds in is ten times more difficult, so you huddle away from the shoe torturing you. Bad choice.

Sunoo drops his knife on the floor, and your heart almost beats of your chest when you realize what's happening.

"Grab that for me, please."

The tablecloth gets lifted just enough for Jungwon to bend down to retrieve the utensil, but instead he comes face to face with you, his entire body still and eyes wide when he takes in the sight of your spit covered gag and the puddle you've created beside your boss' shoe.

Sunoo's voice is smug from above the table, "You see, Yang Jungwon, I don't enjoy when other men toy and touch my belongings, even less when they touch my pet."

ꕥ YANG JUNGWON

professor!jungwon, unprotected sex, breeding kink, spit.

It's clear that whatever is going on between you and professor Yang, turned into something more as time went by, but even then, you didn't expect to be on your back in his bed, his son fast asleep in the other room, before you two put a label to what used to be quickies in his car before class.

That was okay, it felt distant and safe enough, being in his house on a sunday night, spending time with his son and eating dinner all together? That's different, it's domestic, something fucking your professor should never be.

He's fucking into you slowly, thumb focused on dragging your clit in circles until those pretty moans he loves so much are all he can hear, his nose nuzzling into your neck and taking in your scent until his head spins. "Love this pussy so much, tightest, prettiest pussy ever. Made for me."

You bite your lip to muffle your sounds, but the hand braced against the headboard moves to grab your jaw, not hard enough to hurt you, but still digs into your cheeks to keep your mouth open. "Let me hear it all."

You want to remind you that you could wake his son at any given moment, and then it would take too long for him to fall asleep again, but it comes out in indecipherable syllables, and Jungwon doesn't seem to care anyway.

His cock is so deep inside you, thick tip hitting all the perfect spots to send tingles all over your body, toes twitching and flexing because you feel so good you don't know what to do with yourself. Jungwon bends down to your open mouth, face to face with you until his breath mingles with yours. "You'll take anything I give you, right?"

You moan, louder than before, eyes rolling back into your skull when his hips move at a different angle, his cock pushing even deeper into you.

"Of course you will, look at you." He says it with softness, and when your teary eyes fix back on his, you see how he looks at you like he's never seen anything more beautiful. "I could fuck a baby into you right now and you'd let me."

Your cunt clenches around his girth so hard you almost push him out, and you don't need to voice how much you like that idea because your body does all the talking for you. "You want that? wanna carry my baby? Want me to get you pregnant?" His hips stutter, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to stop himself from cumming right there, waiting for you to answer first.

The hold on your face is still too firm for you to speak words, so you nod desperately, hips moving up to chase his as your high gets closer and closer.

ꕥ LEE HEESEUNG

⚠︎ | dad's bestie!hee, brief f!rec oral mention, dub-con

heeseung tried to stay away from you for so long, tried with all his might to resist you. you are just too young, and you’re his friends’ daughter. he knows it’s wrong but how can he help it when you’re so pretty? so gorgeous? and such a dirty little thing too, always trying to wordlessly seduce him. he notices how your lustful eyes follow him everywhere whenever he’s over at your parents house for dinner and you happen to be there too. he notices how you bite your lips raw and the way your thighs clench so hard under the table when he speaks to you. he notices how you always wear the most revealing outfits you can get away with for him, little shorts and tiny tops enhancing your curves so beautifully, an open invitation for him to completely ravage you. it makes him want to fucking ruin you.

that’s how he ends up sneaking in your room so late one night, after everyone already went to sleep, your parents so naive for offering him to stay the night too. your innocent sleeping form making his cock twitch in his pants as he thinks of all the dirty things he could do to you. the things he could make you do to him for being such a sly little slut.

he carefully slides in your bed, face hovering over your clothed cunt before lowering himself and pressing his tongue on it, spit smearing on those same shorts that make his mind go places it shouldn't. he works on your pussy just like that, fingers slipping past your shorts and inside your dripping hole, wet tongue sucking on your clit over the fabric but never actually touching you with it. he knows if he got a taste of your sweet little hole he would be a goner forever. he can tell you're awake by then, just pretending to sleep as your hips start to ride his digits and needy mewls leave your lips oh so sweetly. ones he will have to silence with his thick cock inside your mouth if you don’t stop it, “can’t have your parents find you’re such a whore for me… what would they think, angel?”

ꕥ PARK JONGSEONG

⚠︎ | step-dad!jay, step-cest, ddlg, infidelity, big cock jay, breeding kink, p in v

step-dad jay who has had a soft spot for you ever since he started dating your mom... to the oblivious eye merely a healthy stepdad-daughter relationship, but anyone paying attention more closely would find just how weirdly close you two are. always spending way too much time together, always making up some excuse to leave gatherings together, jay always so protective of you and straight up mean to any boyfriend you bring home for him to meet. he always says it’s because he just wants the best for you, sweet thing. only he knows that what he means by best, is himself.

“always bringing home these boys, never a worthy man,” he whispers against your mouth, spit dripping everywhere, as his warm hands encourage you to keep bouncing up and down his veiny length, salty tears still drying on your face from the pain of the stretch his unusually big cock always provides you. no matter how many times he makes you take it all, the first minutes are never easy. always slow, always filled with him whispering reassurance when you say you just can't take it. “what is daddy gonna have to do to make you understand you just deserve better?” he mouths at your neck, low groans in response to your pink manicured nails grabbing his slowly graying hair, sending heat straight to your core. he licks a stripe up your sensitive skin, relishing in the way your cunt that's already so stretched out and tight against him flutters at his words, trying to suck him in even more. “does daddy have to put a baby inside you, sweet thing mhh?”

you shake your head vehemently, the thought of your mom finding out what you’re doing with her husband making guilt knot in the pit of your stomach. he lands a few harsh slaps on your clit that have you yelping in his hold, clearly dissatisfied with your reaction. “you will take anything i give you,” he says in your ear, his firm tone leaving no room to talk back. he picks up his pace, quite literally hammering into your cunt as he holds you down by your waist with his strong hands. “daddy always knows best, pretty girl.”

ꕥ SIM JAEYUN

⚠︎ | boyfriend's dad!jake, cheating, sir kink, brief fingering

jake who hates to see a pretty girl like you in tears over scummy little boys. especially when the boy in question is his own idiot son. he couldn't understand how he even got such a gem as yourself to waste time with him, a liar and a cheater. jake knows his son better than anyone else. so finding out he was cheating on you and creating a fake instagram account to anonymously send you all the proof and the screenshots he collected was easy. it’s also easy to welcome you inside his home when you go there to confront your boyfriend, and sweetly comfort you when you find out he’s not there. jake’s rough and warm hands are so soft on your thighs, thick thumb swiping over the flesh so carefully, as if you might break any second. his tone is so smooth and buttery as he whispers soothing words in the crown of your hair. how you deserve so much better and how you’re a strong girl, you will be okay precious. his presence is so strong and he radiates such a manly energy, so different from that of your boyfriend, it makes you feel all fuzzy inside. jake notices how you clench your thighs right away, how your breathing becomes labored under his soft touches and affection. “i’m sorry for being such a mess right now, sir,” you sheepishly say, and his cock jumps at the term. you’re just so so sweet, he thinks as his full lips ghost over the shell of your ear, “just give me permission, and i’ll make you feel so much better, precious.”

you’re under him in no time, back pressed to your boyfriend’s sheets as jake ghosts his fingers along the slit of your fluttering pussy, already weeping for him. “so messy… so wet babydoll… who is this for?” he asks, purposefully collecting your slick to make a mess with it on his son’s sheets. “you sir!” you reply eagerly, hips rocking into his hold in search of more friction. he chuckles as he lowers his warm mouth to your cunt, eyes locked with your own. “i’ll take care of you so good precious… so good you won’t even know why you’re crying anymore.”

ꕥ PARK SUNGHOON

⚠︎ | ice skating instructor!hoon, daddy kink, reader has nipple piercings, p in v

sunghoon watches enamored as you glide across the ice rink, all dolled up with the dress he chose and gifted your for this competition, the gemstones in the shape of an S on your lower back reflecting the light so prettily with every movement you make. he’s been coaching you for months now and he thanks every entity he can think of for bringing such a lovely thing like yourself in his life. he knows most people wouldn't approve of your age gap, but they don't understand what being under your spell feels like. that’s exactly what you did: put a spell on him. your accidental brushes against his crotch while he corrected your form, your little groans as your joints stretched past your limit whenever you trained, your big doe eyes always looking at him for some sort of reassurance for any sort of praise. so fucking eager to please. so desperate for love.

you’re so obedient for him as he makes you ride him silly on the seats next to the ice rink after the competition is done and everyone’s already gone home. knowing very well anyone could walk in at any moment and catch you. but you're such a needy little slut for him he can feel how hard you clench around him whenever he mentions that possibility, whenever you think about anyone seeing you so full of his thick cock that took you twenty minutes to get used to. his length twitches so deep inside you when he notices how close you are but still won't let yourself cum, so whiny and desperate in his ear because you’re waiting for him to tell you to let go. so eager for his voice even when he’s making you go dumb on his cock.

“my lovely girl… you can let go baby, i got you,” he whispers as his mouth latches on one of your nipples, the metallic taste of the piercing adorning it filling his mouth and overwhelming his senses. such a dirty little slut hidden under your good girl façade.

you shake your head and pick up the pace, but can do nothing to stop your walls from fluttering around him as he literally forces your orgasm out of you, holding you down on his cock and pressing his tip so deeply inside you it makes you see starts, telling you that "it's okay honey, you're making daddy feel so good"

ꕥ KIM SUNOO

⚠︎ | ceo!sunoo and he's MEAN, oral m!rec, master kink, power dynamics, slight pet play (puppy), degradation

sunoo acts like hiring you, on request of his daughter (your best friend), was such a big big favor. and initially you thought so too; the money is good, the office is close to your apartment, your coworkers are nice too! sunoo even made sure you climbed up the ladder quicker than any other employee of his ever had. sure you are competent and you do your job well, but you were also so naive for thinking he wouldn't expect anything back.

after all he takes such good care of you in the company, why wouldn't he want you to return the favor?

it’s not rare for you to find yourself on your knees under his work desk, the door of his office open.

“open up for me… gonna let master use your mouth huh?,” he says, tapping his leaking cock on your lips and smearing all of his salty precum all over your pretty features.

“yes, master.” you do as you’re told right away, glossy eyes never leaving his as you stretch your mouth wide open for him, anticipating the struggle that always comes with welcoming his length anywhere in your body. and you’re right, he rams his cock in your mouth without giving you any time to adjust, his cock so thick and big you’re already choking all around him and it’s not even halfway in. his tip already brushing the back of your mouth. he tilts his head sideways and stares at you like you’re dumb, waiting for you to take more. you truly do try, big tears falling from your eyes as you try your best to not disappoint him. and he laughs at you. “useless little puppy,” he sighs, grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing you against his dick. “this should be easy for you by now. i know it’s big but i’ve been training you.” he cooes, his bottom lip jutting out in an expression of fake pity. “been making you gag on this cock for so long and you still can’t take it?”

your lashes are all wet with tears now, and you can’t tell if it's the hurt of having disappointed your master or the physical pain his member is causing you, but you can feel how it twitches in your throat when he notices your distress. he takes it out of your mouth, needy whines leaving you at the loss of weight in your tongue, and holds it over your face. “since you can’t suck cock properly,” he punctuates the last word vehemently. “lap it up. like the stupid little dog you are.”

ꕥ YANG JUNGWON

⚠︎ | professor!jungwon, teacher/student dynamics, car sex, face sitting, mentions of breeding, sir kink

the lovely professor yang jungwon is everyone’s crush in your university. he’s that one teacher everyone is constantly daydreaming about. so gentle, helpful, smart, funny and charming. he just has it all. it doesn't help that he’s so open about how much he loves his two year old son, always showing anyone that comes to his lectures pictures upon pictures of his baby on his phone. every single person swooning over he’s taking such good care of his kid as a single dad.

he takes such good care of you too, in the backseats of his car before you both go to your lectures: him to teach and you to learn. you’re straddling his face, his mouth latched on your sensitive little bundle of nerves as he switches between sucking on it and lapping at it like a man starved. you’re a moaning mess over him, your hips moving on their own volition as he ghosts his fingers on your thighs and traces them up to your lower back, his big hands bringing your entire weight down on his mouth.

“fuck jungwon… feels so good,” you moan as you throw your head back, eyes closed shut at the overwhelming sensation. you yelp out in pain when he nibbles on your clit a little too harshly for it to be a mistake. “sir… sorry sir.”

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an: shoutout to all of you calling me funny asl in the last bf texts or this one wouldnt be here rn 😂😂✌️ i'm really not but thanks anyways!! can u guys believe it's june already

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