style : smut, daddy kink, cheating, basically i have a thing for jonginâs skin, age gap - itâs a relationship stepfather - stepdaughter, so if you donât like, please donât read (个_个)
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It wasnât weird at the beginning, maybe because you were young and didnât know what was really happening. You were six years old and had just started school, it was all so weird and when the the teacher asked you for the first time what you parentsâ name were, you could just say your motherâs one.
Was it because you didnât have a dad? Well, not really. You used to have a father just like all the other children in your classroom, it happened some months before that you mom and dad parted ways and you were not quite sure why, mom just said that it was for good.
It didnât last long, at seven, when your teachers were already accustomed to the fact that little Y/N didnât have a dad, he came into your and your motherâs lives.
Jongin was just like the princes you were used to see in cartoons, maybe without the blonde hair and the blue eyes, but he was probably the kindest prince of all.
He was your motherâs bossâ son, and thinking about it now: the thing was kinda fucked up. But he wasnât even younger than your mother was.
She got pregnant at sixteen and when you were seven, she was only twenty three, she had just found a job and she managed to not take home just money, but even a twenty five years old Kim Jongin.
When Jongin first came to your house, you and your mother were waiting for him at the door. You probably never saw your mother this nervous and this beautiful. She already was the most beautiful woman on earth for you, but when she painted her lips with red colour and wore the shoes that make her look even taller than she already was, she just looked like a goddess in your eyes.
And probably even in Jonginâs eyes, that when came in couldnât tear his eyes off her. He couldnât until he saw you. And you were probably the most beautiful human being he had ever seen in his entire life, even without some teeths and with red puffy eyes caused by the fact that your mother didnât let you wear one of her pair of shoes.
Right after, maybe in a little less than a year, Jongin became daddy in your eyes and his house became yours and your motherâs.
You were eight when you started sleeping in you new daddyâs house, and in the bed in the bedroom he gave you.
âDaddyâ you called out one night, it was probably half past eleven and he still was in his suit. When he heard your voice, he quickly lifted his head to see you standing by the door. His eyes became soft watching you drag your feet until you were next to him.
âI didnât finish my homeworkâ you whispered dropping your gaze to your feet. He probably saw it coming as he chuckled. He knew you better than your mother, and probably better than your own self. The only times you were awake till late was because something about school happened.
And dear Lord, you hated school with all your being.
âSweetheartâ he called you gripping lightly your wrist âwhy didnât you finish your homework?â he asked taking you in his lap.
ââCauseâŚâ you started, unsure if it was better to say the truth or stick to the excuse you made-up some time before.
You lifted your gaze, positioning yourself better on his legs. Jongin knew you. He knew when you were lying and he knew when you were scared, when you were uncomfortable or too happy that you might have started crying.
âI donât wanna go to school, daddyâ you whined hiding your face on his neck. His laugh rumbled through his and your body.
âPrincess, why do you always come to me? You know I canât tell you noâ
At ten you still were âprincessâ and he still was âdaddyâ, he still came to your room to kiss you good night, but he started to kiss your cheeks and not peck you on the lips anymore. He was still the sweetest person on earth, he still cared for you more than he cared for anybody else on this world, but he started being always more tired and it was always more unusual to see him next to you for you night-time-talks.
He wasnât going away, you knew it. Even if your parents started fighting over stupid things, they still cared too much about each other to ever end the relationship they had.
And other than that, Jongin would never leave his princess.
He literally grew addicted to the fact that he was your father, the only man in your life and he wasnât going to let your mother take you away from him. It wasnât anything sick or weird, he just really loved you as his own daughter.
When you were eleven your dad and your mom married.
Now Kim Jongin was you father even for the Korean State and on the papers you were not anymore Kang Y/N, but Kim Y/N.
When you were twelve Jongin started leaving the room when you were changing and started giving you your spaces, accepting the fact that you were becoming a little woman.
At sixteen boys started to come around and your insecurities started to surface, forcing you into diets.
It was half past two in the morning and you were seated by the fridge with a big spoon of lemon ice cream and probably the most devastated face youâve ever had in your all life.
You werenât sure if you were crying or not, you just knew that you were hungry as hell and you didnât have a proper meal in - at least - two weeks.
You didnât see you father approach you, but when you sensed his presence behind you, you let yourself go. He was sitting behind you, his legs at both sides of yours and his arms stretched in a tight back hug.
Your head fell into his shoulder and your back pressed against his chest.
âWhy are you doing like this, sweetheart?â he questioned resting his chin on your head.
You werenât very touchy with dad anymore, even because it felt wrong, in some kind of ways. Sometimes it just pops in your head that your father is too handsome and when the sick idea that he is not your dad by blood, meaning that isnât wrong for you to feel some kind of ways, comes, it makes you curl your skin in disgust.
âBoys donât even look at meâ you sniffed, trying to calm yourself. Thinking about your dad in different ways makes you want to cry even harder.
Jongin pressed a kiss on your hair, then started to get up, taking you in his arms in bridal style. He started to take you to your room, and it didnât even feel wrong that at sixteen your stepfather is still holding you.
When he reached the end of the stairs he finally spoke: âYou have your daddy, baby. Why would you want anyone else to look at you?â
At eighteen your thoughts about your dad started to go wild, and they didnât feel wrong anymore. You started to crave for him. You started to wonder what was hidden under his shirt and why he looked so hot even if he was in his late thirties. You started to dream about you father - your stepfather -, you thought that maybe he may see you has a woman too, and not just as his step daughter, you thought of him basically every second of your life.
When you wake up, when you prepare for school, during breakfast - when heâs in front of you smiling -, when you ride to school, during school hours, when you have lunch, when you come back home, when you do your homework, when you eat dinner with him and mom, when you take a shower and the worst: in bed.
It really hurted when you were in bed alone, it hurted your head, your heart, your body, the boiling space between your legs.
When you were alone it was all fun and games, but when he was around it was kind of embarrassing, you couldnât even look at him in the eyes and you would find yourself checking him out.
So you started to avoid him.
Until he understood something was wrong.
The door of your room slammed shut. You knew your mom was at work till eight pm, and it was just five in the afternoon. The only ones at home were you and you dad.
You took off your earphones and turned around to see your dad walking silently towards your bed, sitting down.
He lifted his eyes and patted the spot in the bed next to him.
In your head curses started to follow one by one, while you raised yourself from the black chair you were on and started drag your feet to your bed.
His face was kind, but his eyes were hard and his jaw clenched in a tight manner. He wasnât looking at you in the eyes.
You already saw you dad angry, but now you were too sure of the reason why he was angry at you.
When you sat down on your bed, chewing the inside of your mouth, he finally looked at you.
âWhy donât you talk to me?â His voice sounded way more desperate than what you would have ever thought and his eyes were in despair.
Your gaze fell accidentally on his wet lips, making you silently gasp. Your eyes fluttered closed for a second, but swallowing quickly you reopened your eyes, trying to focus on your dad and not on the way you stomach started to dance at his presence.
âWhat do you mean, daddy?â
That word: daddy - still sounded wrong in your mouth, if referred to him.
âYouâve been avoiding me for so long, is something bad happened?â he was so hopeless, his eyes so desperate that you took his hand.
You felt so sick in that moment, he was sad and you were thinking about satisfying your hunger for him. At least you were not playing him, you really felt something for your daddy, but your mother and some papers were in the middle of you two. Might as well just go for it, Jongin was nice, if he rejected you he wouldnât tell anyone anyway.
âDaddyâ you called out, and your voice sounded more like a moan.
You took your daddyâs hand and put it on your right breast. If it felt good in your dream, it felt even better in real life.
Jongin eyes grew wide, he didnât understand what was going on, but took off his hand right away, surprised when he saw your eyes go to the back of your head when you put his hand on your breast.
âWait, daddyâ you murmured taking his hand again in yours.
You adjusted on your bed, sitting on your knees and placing his big and warm hand again on your right breast. Both of your nipples perked up and Jongin could see them through your white t-shirt.
You werenât wearing any bra, since you were going to stay at home till the day after, where you were going to go to school. Jongin stayed still on your breast, watching it with his mouth agape.
You swallowed, you knew this was wrong, but you couldnât care less in that moment.
You squeezed his hand, causing him to squeeze your breast to, Jonginâs tongue darted out of his lips, wetting them.
âY/Nâ he whispered, it was going to be a warning, but it sounded more like a plead.
You other hand snapped to the hot zone between your legs, with you middle finger you brushed your clit, squeezing his hand and your breast harder. A mewl brushed out of your lips and Jonginâs eyes run to your clothed womanhood.
âDaddyâ you moaned a little, opening your legs and grinding a little on your middle finger.
You were going to keep on talking, begging him to touch you, but he was faster.
Jonginâs lips pressed again your opened ones, his tongue started to taste your mouth and if the feeling between your legs was hot, his mouth again yours was even hotter.
You always looked at your dad lips in awe and now that they were on yours, you just felt too good.
Your hand left his on you breast to intertwine with his black hair. You were still kissing when he pulled your t-shirt down, exposing only your breasts. He took advantage of the new skin and left your mouth with a trail of saliva, connecting his lips with your left breast. He took your nipple in his mouth, circling the darker skin and then sucking on your perked nub.
If you didnât know better, you would have thought that this was one of your wet dreams, where you moaned your daddyâs name and that was right and not wrong as it will feel in the future.
His mouth went to the other nipple playing just with his tongue, flicking it with the tip. His hands positioned on your ass cheeks, taking you with a sharp move into his laps, legs open and you clothed centre was pressing on his hardening manhood.
âIf your mother finds outâ he whispered taking your shirt off completely.
You made quick moves, taking off his shirt button by button, throwing it out of the bed and on the floor.
âIf you donât tell her, she wonâtâ you moaned taking in the beautiful tan skin you always adored.
Jongin always looked like as if he was kissed by the sun and then someone just poured honey on his skin. You were so in love with the color of his skin. It was so precious.
You pushed him down, so that his back was now laying on your bed. With a shy smile you pecked him on the lips and then went down on his neck, kissing it lightly. You didnât want to spend time with games, you just wanted to taste his skin. You went down to the base of his dress pants, and just took a long lick of his abdomen, from his bellybutton to his neck, tasting his honey-like skin and his muscular figure. His skin tasted like cream and smelled like the cologne he always used, since you was young. You found yourself drowning.
âPrincessâ he breathed when you then returned down with your face, planting a firm kiss on his clothed manhood.
âMh?â you looked at him, taking his clothed member - or at least the little you could since it was constricted in his pants - in your mouth, showing him what you would have loved to do.
âCome hereâ he whispered looking at you. As much as he would have wanted you to give him a blowjob, he felt like stopping you and praise your body.
As you turned to kiss him, he quickly turned you around, so that now you were with your back on the bed and he was hovering over you. He too quickly took off your pants, you almost didnât even notice it. He didnât broke the kiss, he kept on playing with your tongue, but you had to open your mouth to let go a silent scream out when he pressed his finger on your clit, under your underwear.
You started to rock your hips, your mouths were against each other, but you werenât kissing anymore. You were too focused on feeling his calloused fingers work on your throbbing clit.
âI didnât think that daddy could make you this wetâ he whispered watching your face contort into pleasure when he dipped his middle finger into your heat.
âOh my Godâ you breathed together.
âSo tightâ he smiled next to you ear, resting on his side, watching you moan and open your legs even wider for him.
His finger pumped into your core, while some of his finger brushed involuntarily against your clit, touching it just slightly, without stopping the nub from pulsing. And you werenât sure if the throbbing in your ears was blood in your veins or your clit, but it felt amazing. Jongin next to you was panting, his other hand was now palming his member in his pants.
His finger in your core stopped moving, he took it off and spread your wetness on you clit, touching it with fervor. It felt too much, you wanted to come so bad, but still you couldnât.
âDaddy, pleaseâ you moaned, knowing that he was on the limits of endurance too.
He took his hand off you, working with his zipper for a little while, then took off both pants and boxers. When you saw his manhood you just smiled at yourself, you knew his skin there would be honey just like everywhere else, but now its tip was an hungry red and no honey color was there to be seen.
Jongin hovered over your body, taking his member in his hand before placing it just between your folds.
âYou had sex with some boysâ he started and it was more like an exclamation than a question ânow you will have sex with a man, babyâ
You gasped when he slammed his member into your more-than-wet womanhood.
âTell me whoâs betterâ he whispered in your ear starting to pump into you.
Even if his first thrust was angry and violent, he then slowed down, trying to compose himself.
âDonât slow downâ you moaned tracing your thumb over your nipple and squeezing your left breast.
âSweetheart, calm down. Relax. Youâre too tight for daddyâ
His length into you was paradisiac, but almost too big. Your walls were being stretched to impossible, his tip started with brushing everything in you and then stopped there.
âHere, baby?â he questioned when you let out a rather loud âfuck, Jonginâ. It was almost incredible the fact that the only one who ever touched your g-spot was actually your stepfather.
âDaddy, there pleaseâ you cried out arching your back. It was all almost too erotic for you. Jongin, your daddy, was fucking you in the bed, his usually combed hair was now a mess and his honey skin was all covered in sweat, his member was deep into your boiling core and his balls slapped against your ass. But his lips, oh his lips, they were the hottest. They were wet and tan, now red for the kissing and they were parted. His eyes boring into yours.
âBaby, youâre so beautifulâ he panted going a little slower, his orgasm approaching and yours was very near too.
You smiled a little, trying to reach your goal and it came too fast.
Jongin furrowed his eyebrows looking deeply in you, one of his hands left the side of your head and went to grab your ass, then he slammed into you one last time.
Your eyes went to the back of your head and you saw black for al least thirty seconds, your body shook from the violent orgasm and Jongin took off quickly his member from your entrance, grabbing it and slamming it into his hand. When he came he let his seed spurt on your clit, brushing his tip on it and helping you ride your last drop of orgasm through the friction.
He took a deep breath looking at your body. You nipples were red from his attentions, your lips red aswell, you womanhood was puffy and swollen from his actions and his white seed was all over your tummy.
âPrincess, you look gloriously beautifulâ whispered Jongin, attaching his lips on her mouth again.
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