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Your relationship with San was anything but simple. It was neither your fault nor his. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

After a long final year at university, you were happy to be free of your shackles, cruising down the highway with your windows down. Your music blared through the neighbourhood as you approached your childhood home, happy to start the summer after slaving away for your last year.

What you had not expected as you pulled into your mother’s driveway however was both her and her new husband to be standing there.

The man standing beside your mother, smiling like he belonged there, was a stranger. Too young, too handsome, too perfect. And yet, she clung to his arm like they’d known each other forever. Your mother was beaming from ear to ear as she described their supposed whirlwind romance, which had spiralled into a marriage after six months of knowing each other. Her new husband - Choi San - was drop dead-gorgeous and smiling at you like he already knew something you didn’t.

“But don’t worry Y/N, I’m sure you and San are gonna get along just fine! He likes a lot of your sports shit, you know.”

You shifted uncomfortably infront of your car, locking it with a nervous laugh and nod. San shot you a quick, unreadable glance before turning back to your mother, squeezing her arm with practiced ease. Then, with a slow smile, he stepped forward, extending a hand toward you.

“It’s lovely to meet you Y/N, your mother speaks highly of you. I hear you started taekwondo training while away studying?”

Relaxing a little at the mention of your current interest, you nodded happily and took his hand, shaking it firmly. You were fairly certain that he was lying about the way your mother talked about you, though. He had soft hands, and his touch was gentle. You were taking a liking to San already.

“Yeah, yellow belt for now. Nothing too serious, since I only started recently.”

“Yellow belt already?” San mused, head tilted and eyes flicking down your frame before meeting your gaze again. His smile curved just slightly. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, sweetheart.”

Letting go of your hand, San stepped back with an almost smug expression as you attempted to school your face into some sort of nonchalance. Your palms felt clammy, and you prayed San didn’t hear the sharp intake of breath you barely managed to stifle. Why the hell did he have to look at you like that? You forced your expression into something neutral, hoping he couldn’t see the heat creeping up your neck.

Luckily, your mother was too busy fawning over San to notice much, brushing a few hairs away from his cheek before kissing it. Had you been more focused on the exchange, you might’ve seen the way he bristled lightly at the contact, still smiling sweetly regardless. Once you had all finished exchanging pleasantries, it was time to head inside.

As you walked through the empty palace of opulence you called a home, your thoughts drifted to your upbringing. Your mother always carried herself like a woman on a mission; poised, untouchable, like the world owed her something. A ‘philanthropic businesswoman,’ as she liked to call herself, though most people just called her ruthless. And while yes, she was a talented PR agent for some crazy famous clients, she couldn’t keep herself out of trouble a fair majority of the time.

Her first husband, your father, had left after he caught her cheating with the gardener, demanding a paternity test for you. When she refused, he took that as proof of continued infidelity, and cut the both of you off. As a child you simply couldn’t understand how he could leave the people he’d loved for so long, but the older you grew the more you resented that woman. You had your own reasons, of course, but the loss of your father was the initial trigger.

She had always been too busy chasing love and luxury to bother with you. You were so frequently left with nannies that the majority of your school communications would go directly to them, and a plethora of your mother’s lovers would come round without even knowing of your existence.

While she always seemed at least somewhat loving towards you, this was a thinly-veiled act that became apparent as soon as you were capable of critical thought. You spent years of your life assuming she hated you, considered you a burden, so you made sure to stay out of her way and leave home as quickly as possible.

Years of scandal, marriages, and divorces blurred together until, just before you left for your final year of university, your mother dramatically swore off men forever.

Of course, you had assumed she was chatting shit, but a new husband after you’d barely left? And she hadn’t even informed you until that Grecian-esque man waved, smiling warmly at you and shaking your hand. Your mother had always solved problems with her credit card—parenting included. But this? This was a new low.

Now you had to deal with yet another one of her ‘great loves’ waltzing into your life like he belonged there. And yet, San was different. Worse, somehow. Because unlike the others, he didn’t seem interested in playing house—but he wasn’t just a boytoy either.

San was impossible. Never overt, never obvious… but somehow, always there. A glance held a tad too long. A touch that lingered a second too much. Just enough to make you wonder if you were imagining it.

To name a few instances of his insanity:

1. Every morning, like clockwork, San would stroll into the kitchen— shirtless, towel draped over his impossibly broad shoulders.

His joggers hung low, teasing the band of his boxers, and his muscles flexed as he reached into the fridge. He didn’t need to look back at you to know you were staring; he always knew, lips curling into a barely-there smirk before taking a slow sip of his protein shake. You never stuck around long enough to see if he was watching you back.

2. He insisted on helping you brush up on your taekwondo, promising to help you move up a belt in a month.

San always insisted on guiding your actions, making sure your form was correct. While you admittedly did make substantial improvements, this was at the cost of losing your mind whenever he came close to you. The thick musk of sweat and cologne intoxicated your senses, and his uniform always seemed to loosen a little too much, exposing his shining chest.

3. After his daily workout, San prided himself on taking a couple laps in the pool to cool down and release the tension in his muscles.

The few times your mother was home, she’d sit on a recliner, shamelessly salivating over her trophy husband while tanning. It didn’t help that she’d only bought him tight pairs of speedos, all his trunks mysteriously going missing.

He didn’t seem too adverse to the idea though, at least from your position at your bedroom window. One time you swore just for a second that his gaze flicked up to your window, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips. A trick of the light, surely. And yet, when he pushed back into the water, his movements seemed slower, more deliberate, as if he knew exactly where your eyes were.

Nothing was certain anymore. You were someone that prided themselves on logic and reasoning, but San seemed to have every single one of your wires crossed.

 It was wrong. So wrong. He was your stepfather, your mother’s husband. And yet, late at night, when sleep refused to come, it wasn’t disgust that kept you awake—it was something far worse. But, at least from your fleeting experience with other men that had attempted to fill the role, San didn’t seem too interested in parenting you.

It made sense of course, he was only ten years your senior and had no kids of his own. But then the question arose: what were you to him then? If not stepdaughter, then what was your relationship? Why did he have to look at you like that, while his arm was still encircled around your mother’s waist? Why did you have to hear her egregious moans and shouts almost every night despite some pretty thick walls?

San was confusing you, and you didn’t like it one bit.

The one solace in all this madness was the new people San had brought with him into your life. You’d never had any permanent person to look up to as a kid, but San seemed like he was set to stay for a while. As the two of you got closer, a weird tension still present yet dull and ignored, he began to introduce you to his friends. Surprisingly, one had struck a particular interest in you, and it was readily reciprocated on your behalf. 

After all, Song Mingi was truly something else.

Tall and slender, it was a wonder the gentle giant wasn’t on a runway. He had the face of a god, usually donning sunglasses that hid his pretty eyes. A sculpted nose, dazzling white teeth, and plump lips completed his face, his cushiony lips always twisted into a handsome smirk around you. He was confident, and you admired that about him. Plus, his style was killer. But god, the cherry on the top of this beautiful beautiful sundae of a man ??? His voice.

Mingi’s voice was to die for. It was low, sultry, and almost made anything sound sensual. The way your name rolled off his tongue always had you hot and bothered, and he wasn’t ignorant to that fact. Of course, it made complete sense therefore that he had gotten into music and dabbled in voice acting; not only did he sound good, he was a lyrical genius.

Mingi drifted in and out of your life like a storm—his affection fast, intense, yet impossible to hold onto. He came with gifts, stolen kisses, whispered promises, and then, just as quickly, he was gone. Maybe that’s why you liked him. He was safe. Temporary. And every time he returned, it was easier to forget the way San looked at you: unlike San, Mingi never made you question yourself.

While he did try to entice you to come with him on his travels, you had stayed steadfast in your decision to look for work in your city. You wanted to leave home as soon as possible, and the last thing you wanted to do was rely on a man. Mingi understood that, and respected it, yet the older man still made a grand gesture of spoiling you rotten.

"Thank you for the perfume, Mingi! It smells so good!"

Giving you a small nod, Mingi sat down on the couch next to you, setting the rest of your gifts next to the nearby coffee table. Scooping up the box the perfume had been housed, he inspected it with an aloof expression.

"Brought it fresh from Europe just for you, love. Can't remember which country though, maybe France?"

You gave him a happy nod, smiling from ear to ear.

“Eau du parfums are usually from France, hence the name. Says this one originates from Marseille.”

Gently taking the perfume from you, Mingi calmly gestured for your wrist. Unsure but trusting of him, you hesitantly offered it to him, watching with interest as he sprayed two puffs of the liquid on your skin before bringing your wrist to his nose, inhaling deeply.

“Suits you,” he murmured, his voice like warm honey. “You should make this your signature scent.”

His lips hovered just above your pulse point, breath ghosting over your skin. When his eyes flicked up, dark and unreadable, your stomach twisted.

“And french rolls off your tongue like a native speaker, are you sure you’re your mother’s daughter?”

You held the urge to not snort at his overt dig at your mother, a smirk taking over his expression. The sunglasses perched in his hair glinted in the light, and within your own reflection you saw just how flustered he had left you. When Mingi finally pulled his face away from your wrist, you blushed and looked away, his grip still there and setting every nerve on fire.

"I only took a few classes in high school, I’m far from a native speaker."

Your eyes darted back to the box, and simply by the quality of it alone you knew it was outside of your current financial field.

“And that’s quite an expensive brand to make my signature scent.”

Rolling his eyes, Mingi leaned in closer to you, looking at you with such an intensity that you clenched your thighs together.

"Baby girl, I'll buy you whatever your heart desir-"

Before he could finish, the door opened and San walked in, clearly having just finished the phone call he was on. As Mingi reluctantly pulled away, San’s expression darkened. His gaze flicked between the two of you, jaw tightening as he spoke, his tone laced with something sharper than amusement.

"Mingi. Getting cosy with Y/N, I see."

Sliding his phone into his pocket, he took the open seat beside you, wedging you between them. Tense, your voice wavered as you spoke.

“H-Hey, San… How’s Mom’s business trip going?”

San raised an eyebrow at you, unimpressed. His tone was blunt.

"Delayed. She won’t be back until Monday."

You looked at him with slight unease, fixing your posture and turning away from Mingi. San caught onto this movement, and though he said nothing, the smirk tugging at his lips was unmistakable. He stretched his arm along the backrest, the brush of his fingers against your shoulder deliberate. Glancing at his friend, San gave him a once over before leaning in, barely centimetres away from your ear.

"You shouldn’t let strange men into the house, Y/N," he murmured, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Who knows what their intentions might be?"

Mingi scoffed, shifting against the armrest, one hand supporting his head.

"She knows I’m a friend, San. Don’t be a prick."

Raising an eyebrow, San raised his head to stare directly at the gentle giant, eyeing him up once again. Then, as if making a point, his arm slid further down, draping over your shoulder in a casual, possessive display of control.

"Oh? And do you know that too?"

You bristled uncomfortably at the exchange currently going on, San almost like a predator staking his claim over his property. But that didn’t make sense, because you were not his. As much as you and San like to play this game of push-and-pull, he hadn’t made a move yet. At least, until now.

Mingi said nothing as San’s hand slid onto your thigh, fingers pressing into soft flesh - firm, deliberate. He didn’t break eye contact. Your mind was at war: one part of you wanted to push him away, the other wanted him to push higher. The added audience only worsened your debacle, especially with the way Mingi’s eyes zeroed in on San’s hand.

Before you could even begin to make a decision, San’s lips brushed against your ear, teeth grazing your sensitive shell.

"I think Mingi needs a reminder, doesn't he, sweetheart?"

You couldn’t resist the temptation, not when San purred in your ear like that.

“C’mon San, leave her-”

“Shut up.”

Pursing his lips, Mingi wasn’t entirely sure why he did as San said. In fact, he wasn’t even sure why he was still here. San had been fixated on you since your mother had shown him a picture of you at university, frantically texting him and the boys about it. His newest con, he’d said, his latest cash cow had come with an added bonus; a pretty little stepdaughter. 

While he’d intended to rinse your mother of her money and be on his merry way, you had convinced him to stay around a little longer. He couldn’t resist you, not when you shivered like a lamb whenever he looked at you. And he’d made the others blatantly aware of this fact, lacking any remorse or guilt. 

In all honesty, Mingi saw the appeal. You were a sweet young thing, always polite and respectful to him. As you’d grown closer, he loved to push your buttons and watch your reactions, squirmy and flustered from just a little bit of teasing. It’s why he couldn’t heed San’s warnings to back off; you were too irresistible. And now, he’d landed the both of you in hot water.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap, sweetheart.”

Mingi’s eyes almost bore into you as you shakily lifted up, shifting over a little and planting yourself in San’s lap. He rested his head on your shoulder, smiling at Mingi like the Cheshire Cat as his arm wrapped around your waist. Your head was lowered, avoiding eye contact with the male, shivering slightly as San drew small circles on your stomach.

“Good girl,” he breathed into your skin, tongue dragging along your nape as his free hand tilted your chin to give him further access. You took in a shaky breath, hand bunching the end of your skirt as you let San do as he pleased.

San was still eyeing Mingi up as he began littering your neck with love bites, daring him to speak out. The arm that had been wrapped around your waist trailed up your torso, poking your nipples until they hardened underneath the thin material of your shirt. 

You always liked to prance around the house in your slutty little bralettes, perky tits bouncing and nipples clearly visible. He hated how impossibly hard they made him, how fixated he was on pushing you against a counter and groping them. He’d pull on your nipples until they were bruised and sore, slip them into his mouth and suck on them until you were mewling and begging for him to stop in that sweet, honeyed voice of yours.

“My girl’s got such pretty tits - doesn’t she, Min?”

Gulping, Mingi nodded timidly, trying to ignore the way his mouth watered as San began pinching and rolling them through your shirt. When a tiny whimper fell from your mouth, both men’s cocks twitched in excitement. You began shifting in San’s lap, and he groaned into your neck before tightening his grip on your chin, stopping his abuse of your chest.

“Stop grinding on me like a little whore.”

Freezing in his lap, you gave him a tiny nod before finally speaking up.

“Yes Daddy.”

Oh fuck, that was hot. You were into this, and both men couldn’t be happier.

Relaxing into the sofa, Mingi shamelessly palmed at his cock through his jeans, intensely focused on the scene unfolding before him. Pushing you forward a little, San had you bent at the waist, his hand now resting on it. San’s free hand was slipping under your skirt, exposing more and more of your supple flesh to eager eyes. 

Soon, the curve of your ass was on full display, soft globes pressed against San’s raging hard on. Biting his lip, Mingi’s nails began to dig into the sofa as San’s finger looped into the thin material of your thong, pulling on it teasingly.

“F-Fuck, Daddy.. please, please…”

Your tone was still as soft as usual, albeit a little strained as San dragged at your thong in a way that rubbed it against your aching pussy. San delighted in the way you quivered against his hand, your waist warm to the touch as he continued his torment. 

“What do you need, baby? What do you want Daddy to do?”

“I need you, Daddy. Please, I need you in me.”

It felt almost sinful hearing such depravity fall from your sweet little lips. A sharp inhale was heard from the other side of the sofa, whilst the body behind you stiffened, hand freezing in place. Only when a dissatisfied whine left your mouth did San tighten his grip on your hip, nails digging in slightly before he let you go.

“Bend over the coffee table then, sweetheart. Let me see that sexy ass of yours.”

Shakily clambering off his lap, you gave a quick glance at Mingi as you fell to your knees. His eyes were dark with desire, eyes raking unashamedly over every inch of your form.

When his eyes laid on where your skirt had ridden up, a teasing sliver of your cheeks visible, he gave his cock a squeeze, biting his lip. A cough from behind you reminded you of your instructions, and you laid your front on the coffee table, shaking as you came into contact with the cool marble. 

You heard a click of fingers and shuffling, soon met with Mingi in front of your face. As one of his hands entangled in your hair, the other stroking your cheek gently, a firm hand fell to your asscheek, squeezing it tight. You whimpered, looking up at Mingi with tears brimming as San continued to meld your cheeks as he pleased.

“Now baby, Min’s real pent up right now. Can you do Daddy a favour, and stay still for him?”

You nodded, more focused on his hands on your body than his words. Dissatisfied, San gave your ass a painful smack, his wedding ring leaving a painful mark. You yelped out, eyes still on Mingi as he continued to fondle his cock, quietly grunting so as not to interrupt.

“Use your words, Sweetheart.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His palm smoothed over your cheeks, rubbing your skin in an attempt to soothe it. 

“Good girl, always such a good girl for me.”

The two men locked eyes for a second, and San nodded at Mingi, spreading your cheeks apart and leaning in as the other fumbled with his belt. The thin lace of your panties did little to protect you against San blowing softly onto your pussy, and you resisted the urge to clench your thighs. Your eyes screwed tightly shut, damp and frustrated from all the teasing as the sound of a zip and rustling clothes came from in front of you. 

As San continued to blow onto your poor pussy, you felt the tip of Mingi’s cock poke at your lips. Eyes now watering, you opened them to see Mingi smearing his precum on your face, eyes lidded as he stared down at you.

“Go ahead, baby girl. Open up for me, hm? Let me use that tiny throat of yours.”

Mingi was massive, to say the least. As you parted your lips slightly, tongue darting out to swirl around his slit, you struggled to believe he’d fit all of it down your throat. Unfortunately, Mingi didn’t really care about your inner turmoil, holding you by the chin and gripping your face to force your mouth into an ‘o’ shape.

“I just know you’re gonna take my cock well, baby. Wrap them pretty little lips ‘round me, okay?”

All you could manage was a nod as San pressed a wet kiss to your cunt through your drenched panties, his face buried as he spread your cheeks for further access. With one long drag of his tongue your jaw fell open in a silent cry, giving Mingi the opportunity to fully push into your mouth. You tried to keep yourself from gagging, flattening your tongue and taking deep breaths through your nose. 

“Fucking hell,” Mingi panted, grip so tight on your hair your scalp began to burn, “you feel so good, angel.”

Angel, you liked being Mingi’s angel. You would do anything he wanted if he kept calling you that.

San felt the way you clenched at Mingi’s words, slightly pissed that it wasn’t the roughness of his tongue against fabric eliciting such a reaction. Determined to regain control, he grabbed the flimsy material of your thong and tore it apart, pulling it away from your dripping pussy and stuffing it in his pocket. 

You gasped around Mingi’s cock, the male’s hips stuttering in response, pushing your head further down until you took him at the hilt. Tears and mascara began to flow, and Mingi had to resist the urge to bust right then and there when you looked up at him, mouth stuffed with his cock.

“Shit, sweetheart. You’re so wet for Daddy.”

San swiped a torturous finger from your clit to your hole, circling it with a feather-like touch before bringing the digit to his lips. Suckling on it hard, he delighted in the way your juices lit his taste buds on fire, eager for more. 

Unfortunately, his cock was fit to burst, and he couldn’t wait any longer. 

Two fingers now snaked their way back down to your pussy, toying with your clit before slowly sliding into your warm, gummy walls. San had to suppress a groan as you clenched round the digits, moaning onto Mingi’s cock.

The man in front of you was shaking, desperately giving you time to adjust to his cock down your throat. He thought he could do it, allow you to move of your own free will, but he couldn’t take it any longer. Just as your sweet moans reverberated down his dick, Mingi held you by the back of the neck and began thrusting into your mouth. 

You tried to breathe, nose buried into his trimmed pubic hair with every thrust, San soon settling into a similar pace. While you wanted nothing more than to cum on your stepdad’s cock, there was no way you could take both men at once. In this sense, you were thankful that San was scissoring your cunt open, giving you time to prepare for a big intrusion. 

“Holy shit angel, just like that. You feel like heaven.”

Mingi was clearly flattering you with his description, your mouth doing a whole lot of nothing in your current state. All your effort was being put into not choking on his large cock, sputtering a little each time his tip brushed the back of your throat. 

Your moans must’ve been torturous, constantly surrounding him as San curled his fingers into your sweet spot. Had it not been for the table you were gratefully leaning on, and Mingi’s hand tousled in your hair to keep your mouth firmly upright, you’d currently be a mess on the floor right now. 

While San wasn’t saying much, completely focusing on the squelch of your cunt as he held one of your cheeks tight, Mingi was a lot more vocal. Shaky groans and low pants filled the room as he allowed himself to succumb to the pleasure. He was close, and you could feel it by the shake in his hand, the stutter in his hips. His grip on you tightened, your hair now taut and paining you, as he hissed and picked up his pace.

“Fuck fuck fuck, holy fuck. Shit angel, I’m so close-”

Just as you could taste the dribbles of his orgasm, Mingi pulled out of your mouth and painted your face white, furiously jerking himself with his bottom lip between his teeth. His head drooped as he rode the wave, slowly working himself down as his chest heaved. 

A tentative eye slowly opened, and he was met with your cum-stained face contorting as San forced a third finger inside. Mingi swore he could cum again simply from that sight alone. Beside himself with desire, Mingi leaned down and kissed you voraciously, fingertips snaking into your hair and massaging your pained scalp as he mumbled onto your lips.

“You did so good for me, Angel. Such a good, good girl-”

“Mingi.”

Almost as if he was snapped out of his dreamy haze, Mingi pulled back with a slightly-irritated frown, licking the remnants of the cum you’d transferred to him while staring San down. There was a challenge in the shorter man’s eye, a dare to test him when he was already three fingers deep, and Mingi nearly tried.

But then you mewled, face dropping against the cool marble of the table, cheek pressed on to it as you worked your hips back onto your dearest stepdaddy’s fingers.

Now was not the time to grow some balls.

Sighing, Mingi untangled his hands from your hair and quickly threw himself into a nearby chair, now leisurely stroking his cock. San had made it clear that your pussy was his, and the most Mingi could do was sit back and enjoy. So he did, jerking himself slowly as San leaned over you, his free hand now fisting your hair.

“What a good slut, helping Daddy’s friends like that,” he teased, eyes lighting up in delight when you whined again. 

Your pussy clenched in protest as he spread his fingers wide, palm cupping your cunt so you could grind against it, chasing a high that got closer with every second. San was so proud of his girl, taking what he gave you with no complaint.

The perfect little cockwhore.

“Good girls like you deserve a treat, don’t they sweetheart?”

All of a sudden, his hand was gone. Nothing was inside you, and it drove you mad. You tried to snap your head around, ready to protest the orgasm so painfully ripped away, but San was quicker. 

He pushed your face back down against the marble, pinning you there as he slowly unbuckled his belt.

“Ah ah ah, don’t act up now. You need to behave still, sweetheart. Daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t listen.”

A sweet ‘sorry daddy’ slipped from your lips, and Mingi swore he’d come on the spot. You seemed happy to have San manhandle you as he pleased, lips pouted as you looked up at Mingi. You looked thirsty for his cock down your throat again, despite your now-hoarse moans and whines, and it was doing wonders for him. 

Mingi began questioning just how much experience you had, especially with how you began to lick any nearby cum off your face, hungrily eating it while still looking him dead in the eye. You looked like a professional pornstar, ready for her closeup.

San’s tip was brushing your entrance, finally. After months of torment, of teasing, of taboo looks and fleeting touches, you were finally gonna have your stepdad where you needed him most. On your mother’s coffee table… as his friend that you had conflicting feelings for watched it happen. It was dirty, it was depraved - hell, you could probably call it degeneracy. But it was all you wanted, and it was finally happening.

He was being a tease, as usual. Dragging his cock head up and down slowly, tortuously. San’s existence was the most remarkable method of torture god could come up with. Just when you thought he’d finally breech you, give you that sweet satisfaction you’d been craving since you laid eyes on your mother’s boy toy of a husband, he’d pull his tip away and continue its journey up and down. 

Had it not been for him pinning you to the table, you had half a mind to reach back and just fucking shove it in yourself, but you could tell San would not take kindly to that. Instead, you grinded pathetically against him, a feeble attempt to entice him inside your sopping cunt.

“Please Daddy, please fuck me,” you whined, hips working around and around as both men watched in awe, successfully managing to get San to halt his teasing,”I need your cock in me Daddy, please fill me with your cum.”

Almost instantaneously, his hand fell from your hair and wrapped around your neck as he slowly guided his cock into you. The stretch had you clawing for purchase on the table, desperate for something, anything to steady yourself with. Glad to see such a visceral reaction, San leaned over you as you gasped and whimpered, his voice sultry like honey being poured into your ears. It was suffocating, almost as if it infiltrated your brain, smoothing over it until all you could hear was him.

“Shit sweetheart, you’re taking Daddy so well. Just a little more, princess.”

Princess. When Mingi had called you angel, it felt genuine. Yet, with San’s hand around your throat and his cock sliding into your wet pussy, it felt condescending. You didn’t know what you liked better, but you were probably a little biased and cockdrunk. A soft cry fell from your lips as he finally bottomed out, thumb rubbing circles into your pulse point as he gave you time to adjust. A luxury, considering how fucked out you already were.

“S-Sannie-!”

As soon as the nickname rolled off your tongue, so raw and desperate, his hips were pistoning into you. He didn’t slowly increase his speed, instead going from 0-100 as you writhed and mewled below him. From in between tears, you could barely make out a blurry Mingi matching San’s pace, let alone bring yourself to focus on him. Your brain was slowly melting out of your ear, reducing you to a slave to desire. 

“Shit, baby- you like that? Huh? You like when Daddy fucks you rough?”

“Yes! So good! Fuck, Daddy!”

You were all hot and bothered, probably overheating due to the clothes still on you. San had folded your pleated skirt out of his way, irritated by the material but not bothered enough to remove it. In terms of your shirt, he was only now pushing it up, allowing it to bunch above your chest as he pulled at your bralette until your chest pressed against the marble. Then he pulled out and quickly flipped you before you could complain, pushing back in and burying his face in your chest.

His pace had slowed a little as he allowed himself to feast on your chest, hungrily nipping and suckling at your nipples. It hurt so good, and your fingers curled into his hair. It was overwhelmingly good, to the point that you didn’t even register the tears falling, too busy grinding in time to his thrusts. 

“Fffffuck, oh god- ‘m so close, princess.”

San trailed up from your bruised chest to your neck, darkening the love bites he’d left before. He was rutting into you, no specific rhyme or reason to his pace. Inhaling deeply, San relished your sweet smell and your sweeter moans, hands now firmly planted on your waist. 

At this point you were lost to ecstasy, floating on cloud nine as the knot in your stomach tightened impossibly tight. Feeling you clench around him, San brushed a few hairs out of your eyes and mumbled sweet nothings into your ear, interrupted by a groan as he neared his own high. Cursing quietly, he gave a few shallow thrusts before pushing deep inside, filling you with his warm seed. 

His orgasm triggered your own, especially when paired with his low moans of your name, leaving you shuddering and clinging onto the table for dear life. Still feeling the effects of his high, San hissed slightly as you clamped down on him, nails digging into your sides. Both of you were gasping for air, looking at each other with unbridled desire.

“Sh-shit-!”

You turned just in time to see Mingi spurt in his fist, red in the face and panting slightly to himself. He glanced over at the two of you, clearly still hazy from his orgasm, and gave you both a lazy smile. 

Mingi watched happily as San slowly pulled out, his cum dribbling out despite your attempts to keep it all in. Tutting, your stepdad cupped your cheek with one hand, fingering his cum back inside with the other.

“C’mon sweetheart, keep it all in. Your pretty cunt needs to be stuffed, m’kay?”

You shakily nodded, trying not to squirm and moan as he pushed against your sweet spot. Back arching off the coffee table, fresh new tears rolled down your cheeks. San cooed at you, kissing them away softly. Despite his sweet actions, you could feel his cock beginning to harden once more. He had that glint in his eye again, and soon enough he replaced his fingers with his cock.

“Awh, don’t cry, pretty girl. Daddy will keep you nice ‘nd full, yeah?”

Chuckling, he glanced at Mingi and gave him a smug smirk, turning back to you and rubbing torturous circles on your clit.

“Ain’t I lucky to have a little cumslut for a stepdaughter, Min?”

“So lucky, San. You should give her what she wants.”

San’s smirk widened, setting a slow pace and pressing down on your stomach. He watched intently as you keened with a whine, giving him those doe eyes that drove him insane.

“Of course I will, I’ll always give my sweetheart whatever she wants.”

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What you were not supposed to be doing, however, was screwing your boyfriend in a stall of the male restroom with his hand over your mouth to muffle your moaning.

"Shhh, you don't want to get caught, do you, baby?"

He asked softly, panting against your shoulder as he fucked you from behind, your tits practically spilling out of your cocktail dress, which he bought for you a couple of weeks ago because he thought it would look nice on you.

This damned dress was the thing that got you into this situation in the first place. You had decided to wear it as part of the surprise.

You didn't expect Hongjoong to go feral the moment he saw you, grabbing you the minute he got a break and a different DJ subbed in for him.

"This dress.. You look so fucking pretty, I couldn't take my eyes off you, I almost messed up my set—ngh.. so pretty. So pretty f'me.."

He whispered against your skin, the spaghetti strap of the dress having already fallen off your shoulder. Hongjoong pressed kisses all over your skin, making sure not to leave marks, even if he wanted to.

Thankfully, the two of you weren't going to get caught even if you wanted to.

Hongjoong had locked the door to the restroom while the two of you were making out earlier, so just the two of you wouldn't get disrupted.

"That's it, pretty girl, fuck, squeeze my cock just like that."

He groaned, squeezing your hips so hard they'd probably bruise while keeping the pace quick and rough. The sounds of skin slapping echoed throughout the vast club restroom, mixed in with your muffled whines.

"This dress is for my eyes only, mmkay? I– I don't want those asshat men to gawk at my pretty girl—" he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, his breaths heavy while watching his length go in and out of your heat.

God, you looked so pretty pressed up against the door of the toilet stall, taking his cock without complaint, it was going to make him cum early.

On one hand, Hongjoong felt guilty for taking you away from your friends and fun while he was supposed to be DJing, but on the other, he couldn't give two fucks about it.

"M'gonna fuck you hard like this at home too, you know. After my gig, you're getting in the damn car, panties off and I'm gonna take your pretty ass home, understood?"

You nodded against his palm, moaning softly while he continued pounding himself into you, rearranging your insides with each punishing thrust.

"Good girl," Hongjoong praised, smiling as he closed his eyes tightly, moving one of his hands to find your clit.

He rubbed it harshly with his middle and forefinger, starting to match it with his thrusts, making sure you came first before he did.

"Hong– Hngjoon—mnf-!" You moaned into his hand as you started to feel your orgasm building up, spasming around him eagerly.

"I got you, baby. Let go for me, come on, cum on my cock.."

And you did, shudders going over your whole body as the knot in your abdomen snapped, making you cum all over him.

Hongjoong continued rubbing your oversensitive nub whilst continuously drilling his cock into your slippery cunt, drawing your orgasm out.

You cried out pitifully against his hand, overstimulated by the amount of pleasure he was sending.

"Fuck... Keep– keep squeezing my dick like that, and I'll cum, sweetheart—do you want me to cum on your ass or inside you?"

He asked, gently removing his palm from your mouth, letting you speak out in soft pants.

"I–in-! Inside, please, please, Joong-ah, I'm gonna cu–mnpfh—"

He covered your mouth again, his thrusts sloppier before halting when he buried himself deep inside you to let out spurts of hot, hot cum.

The liquid mixed with your slick inside you made your eyes roll back in pleasure, your jaw going slack.

Once Hongjoong was satisfied, he gently pulled out, watching as his release ran down your thigh.

"Fuck, I'd take a picture, but I'll get time to do that... Let's clean you up, pretty girl. We don't want them to know you got fucked silly by your boyfriend in a bathroom stall, right?"

He joked as he got some toilet paper to clean you up, being gentle with you after having been so rough.

Them as in your friends. Right. Your friends.

It made you wonder if they were looking for you—they probably were, but this club was big, so they probably assumed you just got lost or needed fresh air.

After Hongjoong had finished cleaning you up, he helped you get out of the male restroom without getting caught.

"Ten minutes. Give me ten minutes and we're out of here. My crew can handle one night without me.."

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, smiling as he pocketed your panties, "Go say goodbye to your friends."

Nodding towards your group of friends who were sitting by one of the booths, Hongjoong started walking back to the DJ stand and letting you go back.

"Girl–! Where have you—oohh..."

Most of your friends grinned, knowing where you probably were, one of them playfully elbowing you.

"Already got some action, huh? I'm guessing you're gonna head out soon because 'you complained about a headache' and Hongjoong has to get you home."

And as if clockwork, Hongjoong popped out of nowhere, smiling apologetically at your friends.

"Hi, ladies, this little lady here just texted me earlier that she has a headache, so I told my crew that I'd be heading back earlier to get her home. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

Your face flushed at how accurately your friends seemed to know Hongjoong's excuse already, one of them—the one who was elbowing you earlier—mouthed something along the lines of: 'get that dick'.

That made your face and neck warm up even more.

By the time you and Hongjoong got to his car, your face was as red as a tomato, but you were still aching for him, even through the embarrassment.

The breeze between your legs made you shudder, reminding you of the earlier encounter in the restroom, making your cunt spasm around nothing.

Even if you had just fucked, you couldn't get enough of him.

"You okay?" He asked softly as he opened the door to the passenger seat for you, letting you enter before going over to the driver's side and getting in.

"Oh– uhm, yeah.. I just—my friends know about your excuse.." you mumbled, still embarrassed as your thighs clenched together.

"Yeah? Well, it's better to let them know than not, no?"

"Joong, I don't need them to know when I get railed-!" You laugh, hitting his shoulder as he started the car.

Driving towards your apartment was a slow one, with gentle music playing in the background, and Hongjoong's hand resting against your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing gentle circles.

Once he parked at a more secluded spot, you knew what was gonna happen.

"Backseat. On all fours, pretty girl," he ordered gently, squeezing your thigh before letting go, and letting you climb into the backseat of his car.

You got on all fours like he said, your pussy aching from anticipation. Watching as Hongjoong unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, down to reveal his collarbones before rolling his sleeves up and following you to the backseat.

"Today of all days, you decided to wear this pretty thing... you're a menace." He tutted, pushing the skirt of your dress up to reveal your ass to him once more, seeing how your slit glistened with slick, turning him on.

"Fuck, you're already so wet for me..." Groaning, Hongjoong gathered your juices with his fingers, making you gasp at the feeling.

"Joong-ah.." you mewled, looking back with hooded eyes, already panting softly at his sensual touches.

"I know, I know.. You're just so pretty like this. Let me admire the view before I ravage your pretty cunt again."

He teased you by rubbing his digits on your slit, spreading your pussy lips, and pressing his index finger on your clit. It made you squeak, making him chuckle softly.

"Gonna fuck you with my fingers first, mmh?" Hongjoong announced softly before pushing two of his fingers into you, leaning against the door while he slowly moved with practiced precision.

Your velvet walls squeezed and squelched at the pleasureful intrusion, your legs quivering as he hit all the right spots that made you see stars.

"Hongjoong–!" Moaning when he pressed at a particular spot deep inside you, you moved your hips, moving back towards him.

"Shh, I know, I'll make sure you cum, I won't make you hold back, baby.."

He reassured you, whispering soft praises about how good you were being for him, and making you sing with a string of babbles and whimpers.

Your orgasm hit you hard, making you lean your forehead against the window of the car, your pants causing it to fog up.

Pulling out his fingers, Hongjoong brought them to his mouth, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. So sweet.

He soon undid his jeans, pulling out his aching cock from its confines, hissing softly as he stroked himself, spreading his precum along his length.

"Tell me once you're ready, and we'll go," he murmured, moving towards you and grabbing your hips gently once more, sandwiching himself between your slick pussy lips, going back and forth to coat himself with your juices.

Once you recovered, you gave him a weak nod, whining out when he filled you up, deliciously stretching your hole out.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, you're always so tight for me, aren't you, baby?" He started moving, slow, shallow thrusts at first, mixing with long, dragged-out ones that made you whimper and quiver under him.

"Joong-ah– I can't, I won't la- last.." you whined out brokenly, one of your hands leaning against the window to support yourself as Hongjoong enveloped you from above.

"Yes, yes, you can, and you will, pretty girl, come on, just a bit more, I promise, it'll feel good." He whispered against your ear, making you shudder as he continued driving his cock into you, his tip kissing your cervix at this angle.

At that point, you couldn't hold it in any longer, the heat in your abdomen coiling as the knot snapped in you, and you came in waves.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't—" you apologised, causing Hongjoong to hush you gently, rubbing your sides as the car windows continued to fog up while he continued to thrust in and out.

"S'okay, baby, just let me keep going, gonna make you cum a third time, hm? Can you do that for me, pretty?"

With a nod and a whimpered hum, your boyfriend's pace quickened to rougher and less controlled thrusts, his rhythm getting sloppy as your cunt squeezed him tightly after your release.

He was getting close again, and from the way your pussy was squeezing him—you were too.

"Gonna cum again, Joong-ah," you mewled, earning a grunt from him, his dick twitching inside of you before releasing spurts of hot cum once more, his length buried deep.

The walk to the apartment was a blur, the two of you making out on the way, Hongjoong not being able to get enough of you in the dress you were wearing, his cock hard in his jeans again by the time you got into your shared home.

Kicking off your shoes at the entrance, Hongjoong picked you up bridal style and carried you towards your shared bedroom, seemingly in a hurry to get you there. His eagerness made you giggle, causing him to smile.

He gently placed you on the bed, leaning you against the pillows. Small confusion dawned on you when he started crawling towards you on the bed, settling his head between your thighs.

"Joong-ah? Wha-what are you..?"

"Shh, let me taste my sweet, pretty girl, hm?" He rubbed your calf, pressing a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. You sigh and nod, leaning back into the pillows.

Pressing soft kisses all over your inner thighs, Hongjoong nipped on the skin gently every once in a while, leaving tiny hickeys all over. He brought you closer, holding the back of your thighs, and squeezing.

You gently threw your head back the moment he pressed a feather-like kiss onto your exposed pussy, still leaking both of your juices.

Flattening his tongue, he licked your mixed releases from your gaping hole to your clit, starting to messily make out with your cunt.

Slurps and slick sounds filled the room along with your soft sighs and whines, your hand finding itself in Hongjoong's hair.

He kept alternating between sucking your pudgy nub and thrusting his tongue into you, his nose sometimes rubbing your sensitive clit just right, which made your thighs clench.

The way your walls clenched around his tongue made Hongjoong groan, loving how tight you were for him. It made his hips grind against the mattress to somehow relieve the ache growing in his pants.

Heat coiled in your stomach, your toes curling as you felt your release building up quickly. Your grip on his hair tightened and your breaths were shallower, signaling him to focus on your clit more, suckling on the now oversensitive bud.

"Joong-ah—!" You cried out his name, coming around his tongue and mouth, and he drank up all of your orgasm, prolonging it further until you were whining and pushing his head away.

"Can you handle going further..?" He asked, wiping the slick from his lips with the back of his hand, looking incredibly hot doing it.

The sight of him between your thighs, being done with making you cum just now, turned you on even more.

"Yeah..." You nodded, letting go of his hair before he moved up to kiss you, making you taste yourself on your tongue, making you moan against his lips.

Hongjoong grabbed your sides, pushing the dress up to get rid of the excess material off your skin.

It was getting in the way now, and he didn't want to soil it.

You were helping him, moving your hands up, so he could take it off, and once he did, he almost busted in his pants.

"No bra? Seriously? You're asking for a spanking, sweetheart..." he murmured, ducking his head down to bring one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking roughly, which caused you to whimper pathetically whilst holding onto his shoulders.

"M'sorry, I won't do it again," you mumbled, panting and whimpering as he ground himself against you, the tough material of his jeans pressing against your clit.

"Please, Joong-ah, fuck me again—please.." you pleaded, making him pull away from your mound before humming.

"Do you deserve to get fucked again, darling?"

"Mnhn.. please. I'll be a good girl, I promise." You nodded eagerly, trying to convince him to fuck you, even though Hongjoong hadn't planned to stop either way.

He got rid of his shirt and jeans along with his boxers, leaving him bare above you. The sight of him naked always made your toes curl, not being able to get enough of him, the same way he couldn't get enough of you.

Positioning his tip against your entrance, he looked at you with adoration before pushing in, easily slipping in from the amount of wetness coming from you, but you were still as tight as a vice for him.

"Fuck—" he cursed, leaning his forehead against yours before taking one of your hands to intertwine his with yours. "I love you."

He whispered, bottoming out, making the two of you moan at the same time.

"I love you too, Joong.." you whispered back, and he started moving slowly, pulling back until his cockhead was the only thing inside you before snapping his hips sharply and filling you.

The pace was slow but brutal. Gentle but rough. Full of love and passion, which he wanted to show you.

"You should wear that dress more often for me..." he panted, keeping his pace consistent, his dick hitting all the right spots, only making you respond in soft hums.

"Mm– mhmn.. y-yeah, okay—" you nodded, sharp inhales every time he ground his hips into you, driving you to the brink of your orgasm.

"You gonna cum, baby?" He asked, and you nodded, squeezing his hand.

"Alright... You can cum, beautiful."

With his permission, you let go, coming for the nth time tonight, your legs quivering and your pussy deliciously aching from the amount of stimulation it was receiving.

Your walls spasmed around his cock, causing Hongjoong to cum soon after you, spilling himself once more into your sweet, tight pussy.

The moment the two of you recovered from your releases, Hongjoong collapsed on top of you, humming with satisfaction against your breasts.

"Wear that dress at the club again, and I won't be able to control myself.." he murmured softly, squeezing your side with his free hand.

"I'll wear it for your eyes only, Joongie."

"Good."

After your daughter arrived, your husband seemed to have discovered his true love, spending all day by the crib. Naturally, this wasn't entirely negative. After all, many mothers would envy having a supportive husband who actively participates in childcare, especially since San is the chairman of a prominent company. Yet, it felt as if your husband had forgotten about you.

He was occupied with work, but he always made it a point to return home early for dinner and to spend time with your daughter. Yes, it was all about your daughter. Since you had a C-section, the doctor advised against intimacy for eight weeks post-delivery. Now, nearly ten weeks have passed, and San still hasn't been intimate with you. Your ovulation was driving you insane. Each time you attempted to initiate intimacy, he was either too exhausted and already asleep or he declined, claiming he was busy soothing your daughter to sleep.

No, how could you allow a baby to take your husband away from you?

As absurd as it may seem, you found yourself feeling envious of your daughter.

After thinking, you decided to "punish" your husband.

You watched from the doorway as San hovered over the crib, his large frame dwarfing the delicate lace canopy he'd insisted on buying. His fingers traced the curve of your daughter's cheek, his voice a whisper of adoration. Again.

It should've been heartwarming. Instead, it made your skin prickle.

Dinner had been another silent affair—him cooing at the baby monitor, you stabbing your fork into cold pasta. When you'd slipped into that scandalous red negligee, he hadn't even looked up. "Later," he'd murmured, rocking the bassinet. Later never came.

The nursery door clicked shut behind you. San startled, blinking as if surfacing from a dream. "You're up."

"I've been up for weeks," you cabineted, stepping closer. "You haven't noticed."

He frowned. "That's not true. I—"

You silenced him with a kiss, fingers fisting his shirt. For a breathless second, he yielded—then pulled back. "She just fell asleep," he whispered.

That's it.

You seized his wrist and dragged him down the hall to your bedroom, locking the door. "What are you—?"

"Punishing you," you breathed, shoving him onto the bed. His shock melted into something darker as you straddled him, nails scraping his stubble. "You've forgotten your wife. Time for a reminder."

The first bite you left on his collarbone drew a groan. The second, lower, had him arching off the mattress. "The baby—"

"—has a nanny for the next hour." You nipped his earlobe. "And you? You're mine."

San's restraint snapped. His hands found your hips, possessive and familiar, and for the first time in months, you didn't feel invisible.

Somewhere down the hall, your daughter gurgled in her crib.

San didn't even flinch.

"You're gonna punish me, huh?" He said, his voice lowering to a husky tone, his hands still lingering on your back side. "And what exactly is my punishment, sweetheart?" 

"Uh…I...hm…" You stammered, words coming out from your mouth before you could stop. How could you tell him to shove his cock to your lonely cunt, filling yourself up with his sperm? Although you wanted to say them badly.

San let out a low, amused chuckle at your flustered reaction. "Lost for words, are we?" he teased, his mouth mere inches from your ear. He pressed a kiss to your neck,  his hands moving in small, slow circles on your skin. "Come on, tell me sweetheart. What's my punishment for neglecting you, hm?" 

"I…I punish you for sleeping with me, no objection…!" 

This might be your most tactful answer.

"Is that an order, love?"  San's smirk widened, heat beginning to pool in his groin.

"Of course." 

"You always know exactly what to say to get a rise out of me, don't you? He murmured, his mouth moving to your collarbone, nipping gently at the skin before continuing his trail of kisses down the column of your throat. You naturally lifted up your head, giving him more access to leave hickey here and there. 

"I don't suppose I get to refuse this punishment, hm?" San liked you to take charge sometimes, it was fucking hot, but he loved he was dominate one more. Sitting up abruptly, you let out a surprise yelp because of losing balance. He only chuckled and lifted you up, placing you on the top of the nearby cabinet, pinning you between his body and the cool surface. The obvious tent of his crotch evidenced his arousal, his erection, making you can't help but lick your lips. His hands slid up your sides, bunching the fabric of your shirt in his fists.

"Because, love." He licked along the curve of your neck, biting at your reddened earlobe. "I'm very, very naughty." Pressing a soft kiss on your chin, he pecked the corner of your mouth and pulled up the fabric to expose more skin to his touch. 

"And I think I deserve to be punished for ignoring you."  His arched crotch nestled between your thighs, grinding your pulsing, weeping cunt with its hardness. A soft moan escaped from your lips as he pressed even harder, deeper as if he's going to split your clit in half. He chuckled at your groan, knowing you get turned on and craved for his cock to fill the emptiness. 

Moans and sighs replaced your words, all showing how much you craved for his mushroom-shaped tip stretching your fold, humping them with his thick, long dick, creaming your wall with his seed until it was the only thing oozing from your hole. 

"How many times," He continued, his voice a low growl in your ear. "I should have spent the night making my wife feel good, instead of staring at that little bloody crib like it was the most fascinating thing in the world." 

You gasped at the feelings of his hands on your weeping cunt, his middle and ring fingertips pressing against your folds, tracing along the curve before humming them with a slight thrust. 

"Maybe you should teach me a lesson…Show me what happens when I forget about my pretty girl." 

Everything is too slow for you liking. The way his long fingers moved lazily, deliberately avoiding the spot he knew you wanted him to touch made you crazy. You couldn't help but tighten the grip of your soaked spongy wall, attempting to suck his finger into the spot that itches for touch. But all was useless. His fingers were still wandering and circling around the entrance, maddeningly slow. 

" San…don't tease…It's supposed to be your punishment…why you…ugh…" He suddenly palmed his thumb against your bud, a jolt of pleasure cutting you off. "Ah, that's right," a dark, almost cruel smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "This is supposed to be my punishment, isn't it? And yet—" He pulled his fingers away from where you wanted them, drawing out a helpless whimper from you. "---here you are, already begging me for more." 

"Don't tease…" You managed to speak, the overwhelmed desire almost made you collapse—collapsing under his touch, letting him treat you like his personal sex toy. "Just fuck me…god…"

"But where's the fun in giving you what you want so easily? Maybe I should just tease you a while longer." 

"No…hmm…please…" Your words fell in deaf's ears as he brought his fingers to the lips, sticking out tongue to lick away the dripping juices. 

"Hm…sweet enough…Maybe I should keep you on the edge, begging and whimpering for more. But, of course, that would be cruel. And I am, if nothing, a generous man."

With that, he shifted his fingers, finally thrusting back your cunt and giving a slap to the spot you desperately wanted him to touch. He pressed his thumb against your bud harder, circling it in just the right way and moving his fingers roughly. The sudden excitement brought a wave of heat between your thighs, rushing up your spine, giving butterflies in your stomach. You lost yourself in an uncontrollable pleasure as you watched his fingers submerged in your slick, bubbly mess before pulling them out and dragging them along the swollen, leaking clit. 

"Feel good?" "Yes, more—" Slap. 

He gave a hard slap on your clit. 

Your "order" was cut off and your body jolted as a sharp yet pleasurable sting blossomed quickly. 

"Say properly." He warned yet his low voice turned you on more. His soaked finger tapped the spot he hit hard, rubbing in a slow circle as a warning. "Or I'll hit this little thing non stop. Got it?" 

You inhaled deeply and nodded, knowing how to act obediently under his touch. "Yes…sorry…" Biting your lips, your heart beat faster in anticipation of what was to come next. 

He smirked, pleased with your answer. "There's such a good girl." He withdrew his now-slick fingers from your heat and brought them to your mouth, gently nudging your lips. "Open." He commanded.

Parting your lips without any protest, you let his fingers slide inside. You tasted yourself on his digits, the sweet, musky taste mixing with the salty tang of his skin. He began to move his fingers slowly in and out as you closed your lips around them. 

"Mmm…that's it. Suck them clean…" He let out a low groan before withdrawing them from your mouth, trailing them down your chin and across your throat, leaving a wet trail in their wake. "Now…turn around." 

You propped up your trembling body with both hands and turned around carefully and bending forward a bit, hands gripping the edge of the cabinet. His hand placed at your small back firmly, applying gentle but insistent to push you lower, a silent signal to let you arch your back. Lowering your top half onto the cabinet and arching your back, you present yourself to him as he desired. 

He ran a hand over the curve of your back, tracing the outline of the waistband before skimming down groin and hooking the moisten crotch piece to the side, exposing your glimmers hole. "Perfect." 

You could only hear the sound of his clothes hitting the ground in a heap. His large hand wraps around the base of his cock, aiming for your entrance and dragging his soaking wet bulbous glans up and down your gaping hole, enjoying the way your hips rock from side to side, arching to get more friction on his glans. Lining against your parting, leaking lips, he pushed his cock that was bulging veins inside you inch by inch until your spongy wall completely wrapped around his heaviness. All the moans and cries were silent as he slammed his throbbing heaviness to the right place, giving your cunt with harsh slaps and leaving your throat seized. 

Thrust after thrust, a chilling sensation struck you abruptly as he withdrew from your warmth, swiftly turning you around to encircle your waist with one arm while his other hand slipped beneath your hip to lift you up. With no moment to respond, he had already seized your lips in a passionate kiss, sinking you down to his cock again and biting your bottom lip to request entry.

Your breath hitched as his tongue swept past your lips, claiming your mouth with the same possessive urgency as the heavy weight of his cock buried deep inside you, throb and expand, stretching you to your limit. The kiss was relentless — hot, demanding, hungry—mirroring the way he moved inside you, each hard, grinding thrust pulling a muffled whimper from your throat.

"Fuck," He growled against your lips, breaking the kiss just enough to watch your face as he snapped his hips up after lifting you up and down on his shaft, driving into you with a force that made your vision blur. "Look at you—takin' me like you were made for it. Like this sweet little cunt was designed to milk my cock dry."

The crude praise sent a fresh rush of heat between your thighs, your body clenching around him reflexively. His groan was dark, strained, his forehead pressing against yours as he paused, savoring the way your walls fluttered around him. 

"Christ," he muttered. "You gonna come already, sweetheart? Just from this?"

You couldn't answer—could barely think—as he rolled his hips in slow, deliberate circles, dragging his cock along that spot inside you that made your toes curl. His smirk was wicked, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

"No? Then I must not be working hard enough."

His hands shifted, one sliding up to fist in your hair, tilting your head back as the other gripped your ass, lifting you slightly before slamming you back down onto him. The sudden, brutal pace punched a sharp cry from your lips, your nails scraping against his back as you struggled to hold on.

Bringing back to the bedroom, both of you fell on the bed as he pushed you down. You were folding up as a mating press with your legs hooking up on his shoulders. He pulled back a fraction, just enough to torment you, then plunged back in with a powerful, dominating thrust that stole your breath.

Your vision swam, a haze of pure sensation. The world narrowed to the feel of him inside you, the wet, slapping sounds of skin on skin, the taste of his tongue in your mouth, the scent of sex and sweat filling your nostrils.

"There it is," he growled, watching the way your breath came in ragged gasps, the way your thighs trembled against his. "That's what you really wanted, isn't it? Not some half-arsed punishment—this. Me fucking you stupid until you can't even remember your own name."

He was right. Every hard, punishing stroke seared through you, pulling you closer to the edge, your body tightening like a coiled spring—his hand moved from your ass, sliding between your bodies to press his thumb against your clit.

You bucked, a shattered cry tearing from your throat as pleasure detonated through you, your walls clamping around him in desperate, fluttering pulses. His groan was guttural, his hips snapping harder, deeper, chasing his own release as he milked your orgasm with rough, circling pressure.

And then, just as the pressure threatened to break you, he stopped.

A ragged, desperate sound tore from your throat, your hips twitching helplessly, seeking friction he refused to give.

" San—!"

His chuckle was rough, breathless. "Beg for it." Your vision swam with frustrated tears, your entire body alight with need. "Please—please, I need—"

"What do you need?" His fingers tightened in your hair, demanding the words, the confession.

"You—you—" The admission spilled out in a wrecked whisper. "Need you to fuck me, need you to—ah!"

He didn't let you finish. With a low, satisfied growl, he gave you exactly what you asked for—burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, his hips snapping against yours in a ruthless rhythm that shattered every coherent thought.

You came with a sob, your body clenching around him as pleasure ripped through you in scorching waves. He followed moments later, his groan raw against your skin as he spilled inside you. His seed pulsed warm and thick inside you, a wave of liquid heat that mingled with your own climax, which hit with an earthquake force, rocking your entire being. You convulsed around his cock, gasping, crying out his name as your body spammed, clinging to him as if he were the only thing grounding you.

For a long moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing, his forehead pressed to your shoulder as he caught his breath, the slick slide of his softening cock still buried inside you, the warmth of his body pressing you into the mattress. His thumb brushed your hip—a lazy, satisfied stroke—before he finally pulled out, rolling onto his back beside you, his chest rising and falling heavily.

"Still think that was a punishment, love?"

You huffed a weak laugh, your limbs still boneless, your mind blissfully empty. "I'll… have to think of a better one next time."

"Next time?" His fingers traced idle patterns over your hip. "Oh, sweetheart… you're just begging for trouble now." His dark eyes locked onto yours as he dragged a slow, knowing smirk across his lips.

————————

It had been about a month since you moved in to the Kim Family house as a live-in nanny. Mr. Kim had just settled a messy divorce and won custody of his two children which was great but brought along some challenges with his demanding job.

You got lucky with this one. It was your first job as a nanny but something must have told Mr. Kim that you had promise. Your hours were Monday-Friday from 6am-6pm with weekends off. You had a room in his house with access to everything in the kitchen. Unlimited grocery budget. Even on the weekends you stayed at the home, enjoying your time off in your room or by the pool.

You were in charge of making the meals for the family, taking the kids to school, and doing the laundry and errands when they were in class before picking them up. The job paid nicely. Very nicely. And you admit you did quite enjoy living with a very hot single father.

Hongjoong Kim was handsome and successful. He owned multiple businesses around the world, always in meeting and making phone calls. He typically worked from home but, on the occasion, had to go on visits to his buildings.

Hongjoong was great with his children, always taking time after work to spend the evening playing with them or helping them with homework. You were thankful you got the evening off work but often found yourself lingering, enjoying his company a bit too much.

He was sweet and made you giggle whenever he would tease you for every stain and rip caused by the craziness of watching the kids.

“You’re quite messy, aren’t you?” He would smirk, making you blush.

“Sorry, Mr, Kim. They insisted on mixing the brownie batter but had some trouble with the hand mixer.” You tried to explain but he held his hand up gently to stop you.

“I’m only kidding. I like the mess. I appreciate you taking such good care of the kids.”

———————

Your room was next door to Hongjoong’s. It was small but had everything you needed. A queen bed, desk, dresser, and tv. You hung fairy lights and some pictures to make it feel more like home. Mr. Kim has been quite generous, letting you pick up anything you wanted at the store whenever you went on a trip for the family. You treated yourself to silk sheets, a plush rug, comforting teddy bear, and… a vibrating dildo from the “family planning” aisle.

You threw it in the shopping basket a week ago. The cart full with groceries and other home necessities which made you hope the item name would blend in with everything else on the receipt.

The first time you used it, you came in less than a few minutes, completely not use to the intensity. You came hard, orgasming from pressing the end down hard on your clit, legs clamping together while you gasped into your hand, hoping Mr. Kim could not hear you.

What you didn’t know was that, not only could he hear you, but he could see you.

Hongjoong Kim was a loving father, businessman, and a pervert.

He knew there were more qualified applicants for the job than you. But when you walked in with your blinding smile, short skirt, and hard nipples peeking out from under your cotton shirt, he couldn’t help but hire you. He wanted you in his home, prancing around, just a thin wall between you two. A wall that now had a tiny, almost invisible, peephole.

He tried to control himself at first. He was actually very satisfied with the job you were doing and thought for a moment to keep it professional, and he did.

For a while.

——————

You were gone visiting your parents for the day. When the kids were asleep for a nap, he walked into your room to see what you had changed. It was lit beautifully with twinkling lights, everything still organized from you just finishing unpacking. However, his eyes caught the glimpse of a crumpled up piece of black fabric on the floor. He reached down for it, holding it up in front of him. A pair of silk black panties. The crotch coated in dried arousal.

He brought it up to his sharp nose and inhaled the scent, getting drunk off of it. His cock immediately getting hard, straining against his slacks. He wondered what made you so wet. Did you cum in these? What did it look like when you came undone? He had to find out.

It was that night he took a drill and carefully made the hole. It was blended in to the wallpaper nicely, pointed directly at your bed, not easily seen unless you were searching for one.

He was able to put it to use that evening.

You got back to the house and ran quickly up the stairs to your room, accidentally ramming into Mr. Kim in the hallway. He gripped your arms tightly to steady you, the strength of his grasp making your heart beat.

“I’m so sorry, sir!” You gasped. Hongjoong secretly shifted his now growing erection he seemed to get every time you referred to him as “sir.”

“No worries, hun. Just be careful. We don’t want you getting hurt.” His voice was thick like honey, making butterflies appear in your stomach. You suddenly realized how incredible close you were to him. Eyes focused on his lips and sharp teeth that were pulled into a smile.

You gulped and nodded your head, unable to form words. He let go of your arms and tapped under your chin lightly before slipping back into his room, leaving you breathless in the hall.

Hongjoong’s chest was heaving as well as he tried to calm himself from behind the door. He waited until he heard the soft ‘click’ of yours shutting, then went to look through the hole he had made.

He watched as you slowly walked around the room, placing your stuff down in its rightful place, and as you began to change into your pajamas.

You slipped your tank top over your head, fingers grazing your sides as you lifted it up, goosebumps raising on your skin. You inhaled deeply at the sensation, suddenly wondering what it would feel like if your touch was replaced by Mr. Kim..

You shook away the thought and pushed your skirt down to the floor, leaving you in your panties and thin cotton bra. Your nipples were hard, creating pebbled peaks through the fabric.

Hongjoong’s cock twitched from the sight.

The air in the room hit your core, the cold feeling between your thighs illuminating you to the fact you were aroused. You brought your fingers down between your legs and pressed down onto the wet spot, your panties squelching from the arousal.

You didn’t know but, behind the wall, Hongjoong was losing control.

Your panties fell to the floor, right next to the pair you had slipped out of the night before. You were not one who was new to pleasuring yourself but, lately, you found yourself aching to get off every night. Thoughts wandering to your new “boss.”

You lifted your hands up to your chest and cupped your breasts in your hands giving them both a squeeze. You exhaled quietly then took each nipple between your fingers and pinched. A small whimper slipping through your parted lips.

Hongjoong started to palm himself over his pants as he watched you, pre-cum leaking into his boxers.

You turned to your bed and climbed on top, unknowingly giving the man of your fantasies quite the view of your perky backside. Hongjoong wondered if anyone had used that hole yet..

Reaching up towards all your pillows, you dragged out your new giant teddy bear and laid it down onto the sheets. Mr. Kim watched as you straddled the stuffed bears stitched face, nuzzling the nose up into your cunt. Your hips rocking back and forth over it, the hard plastic piece sewn on to the snout rutting up against your clit perfectly.

“Mmm..” you whimpered as you continued to ride the stuffed toy. Your fingers finding your breasts again. You slipped the bra off over your head, tits spilling out. Hongjoong rutted his hard cock against the wall, watching as your tits bounced while grinding your cunt into your toy.

You felt your climax building and quickened your pace. Mr. Kim noticed also, and freed his aching cock from his pants. His hand wrapping around his throbbing member.

“That’s it baby, don’t stop.” He whispered so low he could hardly hear his own voice. Your head was thrown back, hips rocking quick and off-beat. You were so, so close.

“Auhh- mm-“ you whimpered mindlessly, ready to snap. Sounds pricking at Hongjoong’s ears.

“Come on baby, let me see you cum.” He growled.

Your orgasm followed quickly, almost as if you had heard his filthy words. You convulsed and twitched as you rode out your high, your climax coating the fur of your teddy bear.

Hongjoong’s released onto his hand, his lip almost bleeding from biting down so hard to halt his moans. He continued to milk himself until you collapsed onto your bed. He could see the glistening and matted fur of the bear when you tossed it aside.

He had never been so jealous of a stuffed animal before.

He cleaned himself off and sat in his bed, a sudden feeling of shame washing over him.

What was he thinking? Spying on his young nanny? He was a father! He would kill anyone who thought to do that to his children so, why should he? He swore to never use the peephole again. And he kept that promise.

Until you bought the sex toy.

——————-

Things had gotten a bit different at the Kim household. Hongjoong decided the children needed to be on a stricter schedule, in bed an hour earlier than before. This made the house a bit quieter and easy to walk around in without the children wanting attention.

Tonight, you were treating yourself to a bowl of vanilla ice cream. You ate it standing at the kitchen island, slightly bent over the granite countertops watching a YouTube video. You were startled by a pair of hands lightly grabbing you around the waist.

It was Mr. Kim, holding you still while he tried to slide past you. His crotch “accidentally” grazing past your behind.

“Sorry, my dear. I thought ice cream sounded good as well.”

“Oh, um- yes. Please join me.” You shuttered.

Mr. Kim grabbed a bowl and a scoop and stood next to you at the counter. He brought the frozen cream to his lips and ate it delicately. You found yourself watching him, studying him. He was handsome and mysterious, always polite and kind but definitely had a secret.

He felt your stare and looked over at you.

“What? Do I have some on my face?”

“What?” Your cheeks felt hot. “I’m um- no. Sorry.”

Hongjoong couldn’t help but giggle.

He suddenly reached his hand out across you, his knuckles scraping against your semi-hard nipples, making you jump.

“You have a bit-“ he said, ripping a paper towel off the roll next to you and brought it to your face. He wiped off the melted cream that coated a piece of your lip, his hand lingering a bit long. The tension in the room grew as you both stared at each other intently. Your core began to ache deeply.

You wanted him so, so, bad.

“I uh, thank you. I think I’m finished. I don’t want to have too much sugar and not be able to sleep!” You told him, your voice a bit too high pitched to be believable. But of course, you couldn’t tell him that really, you just needed to go upstairs and masturbate. Immediately. Your nipples still tingling and pebbled up hard under your shirt. Mr. Kim noticed as well.

“Sure. Goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You walked out of the kitchen quietly then quickly trotted up the stairs, locking your bedroom door behind you. Your pussy ached, clit pulsing with desire. And your panties? Already ruined, just like every night before.

Did he mean to touch you? Graze across your sensitive nipples? Did he know how it made you pulse down below where his cock should be?

You stripped out of your clothes and ran your hand across your naked body, goosebumps raising onto the skin with every trace of your own fingertips.

On the other side of the wall, Hongjoong licked his lips, ready for show.

You sat on the edge of your bed and brought your hand between your thighs, rubbing your clit slowly, warming yourself up before reaching to grab your vibrator out of your nightstand drawer and replacing it where your fingers were.

The vibrations tingled your clit, making you whimper softly. But, it wasn’t enough. You needed something more.

You had yet to use the toy inside of you, intimidated by penetration as you had yet to loose your virginity. But, even without knowing what it would be like, you craved the feeling of a cock inside of you.

Of Mr. Kim’s cock.

You pulled your knees up high onto the bed, resting your heels on the side of the mattress and brought the dildo down to your hole. You pressed the tip down onto your opening, teasing it lightly with the vibration turned off.

Hongjoong’s jaw dropped, realizing what he was about to see. He frantically unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor, cock already leaking.

You pushed the toy further in, your soaking wetness making it slip in easier than you had thought. Only experiencing the slightest sting from the stretch. It was greatly muffled by the deliciously full feeling you were getting the deeper you pushed inside.

The entire length of the toy was now inserted into you. You could feel yourself throbbing around the silicone, dripping down onto your hand. Your thighs twitched, and you swore you could cum just from the feeling of this toy stuffing you alone.

Taking a deep breath to brace yourself, you clicked the ‘on’ button, toy buzzing to life. Your toes curled, the deep vibrations instantly making your cunt orgasm.

“NNNUUUGGNN!-“ you moaned loudly. Uncontrollably. Body twitching and convulsing.

Hongjoong couldn’t believe his eyes at how hard you came from just having the toy inside of you.

‘A virgin.’ He thought to himself, mouth watering.

You pulled the toy out of you and turned it off, still experiencing the aftershocks of your orgasm. You curled up into a ball, holding your twitching legs until you could feel them again. Once you caught your breath, you jumped up, running across the room to peek through the crack in the door.

Did Mr. Kim hear me moan? You thought to yourself. You didn’t think so.

Hongjoong noticed what you were doing and chuckled to himself darkly in the quiet. Pleased with the idea that he was the first thought in your head after cumming.

You climbed back on the bed and, to his surprise, got back into the position you were in earlier. Bringing the toy back to your drenched entrance and, with more force this time, pushing it in. The vibration staying off.

“Mmm..” you moaned to yourself. Your sensitive core squishing around the toy. Even after already having one orgasm, you still felt needy. Greedy.

You moved your wrist up and down slowly, pumping the toy in and out of you. The sensation was delicious, heat spreading from head to toe from this new sensation.

“Oh- oh fuck-“ you whispered to yourself. Unable to fully comprehend the pleasure. You sped up the pace, the dildo pulling loud and lewd squelches from your core.

Hongjoong couldn’t believe how easily your wet heat swallowed the toy. He wrapped his hand around his cock and moved it up and down, matching the speed of your thrusts. He could see your creamy arousal coating the silicone, dreaming of what it would feel like to take its place.

You continued to fuck yourself, dildo plunging into you over and over again. The feeling was getting intense, your heels lifting off the bed as you pulled your legs back closer to your chest. Your legs were spread wide and you were now using both hands to push the device into you.

You no longer attempted to hold back your moans, not caring if Mr. Kim heard. You wanted him to.

Mr. Kim was panting against the wall, eyes loosing focus as he climbed higher towards his climax. The sounds of your whimpers feeding his perverted soul.

“Mmm… Mr. Kim..” you whimpered, imagining him in place of the stiff and cold toy.

Hongjoong gasped, his hand forming into a fist against the wall, wanting to break through it. The pace from his hand around his cock speeding. You wanted him as much as he wanted you. He was sure of this now.

You were desperate to cum. You were drenched, walls starting to clamp around the sides of the dildo, and the pressure between your thighs was beginning to become too much. You had to let go.

You closed your eyes and focused hard, picturing Mr. Kim hovering over you as he thrust his hard cock inside over and over. His name leaving your lips along with a slew of curse words and moans.

Your hand dipped down between your legs, fingers positioning themselves above your clit. It only took two circles of your fingers to send you over the edge.

You wailed as you fell apart, still fucking yourself through your high. The pressure in your core boiling over again, this time, making you gush a stream of clear liquid onto the floor below you.

“Fuck-“ Hongjoong grunted as he came, coming completely unraveled at the seams as you squirted. Your toy falling out of you and dropping onto the wet floor.

“Ahh!” You screamed, body convulsing. You had no idea what just happened. After coming down from your climax, you sat up and looked at the wet floor under you. Did you just pee? It didn’t look or smell like pee. And god, did it feel good.

You suddenly became very aware Mr. Kim may have heard your orgasm, your shame returning. You blushed, rushing to clean up your mess before he came to check in.

Hongjoong had cleaned himself off and sat down in his room, pondering. Wondering. Fantasizing. His innocent little nanny fucking herself thinking of him?

He replayed the visual in his mind: toes curled as you came, squirt gushing out all over the floor and toy.

He knew he shouldn’t cross the line. You were doing such a good job taking care of his kids. You were younger than him, innocent.

But all that went out the window the second you moaned his name.

——————-

The weekend came soon enough, the kids packing to go to their mother’s house. You gave them a kiss on the cheek and waved the car goodbye as their driver pulled away. You skipped inside, excited to go upstairs and read a book you had started recently.

You trotted up the stairs and swung your door open. To your surprise, it was not empty.

“Oh, um, hi Mr. Kim. I didn’t realize you were done with work yet.”

He was sitting in your chair, legs crossed and hands folded in front of him. A beautiful, yet somehow intimidating, smile spread across his face.

“I got done early today. I thought I’d come and see what you done with the place since you’ve been with us a while now.” He stood up and started to wander, observing every trinket and picture. “How are you liking your first posting so far?”

“It’s wonderful. I really enjoy the work and the kids. I think we get along well.” Your pulse continued to get quicker, face blushing. You were nervous to have him in your room. The place you thought about him the most.

“I um, and very thankful that you gave me this opportunity.” You told him, clearing your throat to hide your wavering voice. “I hope I’m performing to your standard.”

He turned and looked at you, his shining teeth glistening as he grinned.

“You are doing very well. The kids adore you.”

“Thank you, sir.” You told him.

His cock twitched in his slacks.

He turned away from you and picked up your teddy bear off the bed. That teddy bear, and raised it to his eye level. Almost to study it.

“Tell me, do you have everything here that you need?” He asked, not looking away from the stuffed toy with matted fur.

“Yes, sir. I do.” You couldn’t help but feel like the air shifted in the room. It was tense. “I know I haven’t been as forthcoming with my appreciation for everything you’ve done for me financially. I can’t even begin-“

Hongjoong lifted his finger to silence you, putting the bear back down in its place.

“No, sweet girl, that’s not what I meant. What I mean is, are you satisfied with everything you have purchased?”

“Sir?” You questioned. The confused look on your face made Hongjoong chuckle darkly. Shifting over just slightly, his hand reached down to your side table drawer, opening it.

Your body ran cold when Mr. Kim turned back towards you, your dildo in his hand.

“And was this a good purchase?”

Tears pricked at your eyes as the embarrassment set in.

“Mr. Kim- I- I’m so sorry. I should have never used your card to purchase it. It was unprofessional and-“

“Stop.” He demanded. “Stop apologizing.”

You clamped your mouth shut but the tears continued to drip down your cheeks. Mr. Kim walked over to you slowly, eyes never breaking eye contact, and lifted his fingers to wipe the liquid away. His hand lingered, caressing your soft cheek.

“Tell me something, my dear.” He said darkly. You gulped but looked up at him waiting for him to continue. “Do you always fuck your virgin pussy to the thought of me?”

It felt like the wind had gotten knocked out of your lungs.

“I-“ you stuttered, your brain faltering. Hongjoong chucked in satisfaction.

“It was very thoughtful of you to give your stuffie a break.” He told you, gesturing over to the bear he had earlier. The one you use to get off. “Although, I can’t help but feel sorry for him. What a loss.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Your mouth felt dry, your voice coming out weak. Hongjoong smirked.

“No need to play coy. There are no secrets here.” He licked his lips. “I know you like to shove his nose into your dripping cunt. Humping it like a needy little bunny.”

“How do you-“

“I know that ever since you bought this toy you haven’t mounted your little friend here since you pressed this toy against your sensitive little clit.”

You stood there in shock. You could hear your heart beating, it was deafening.

“And I know that you made yourself cum on this silicone cock while moaning my name. Loud enough for me to hear.”

“Mr. Kim.. sir- I-“

“What do you have to say for yourself?” He asked you darkly, a smile still on his face. It was almost evil.

“I don’t understand how you know.” You managed to say, voice hardly a whisper now. Your eyes surveying the room for any possible hidden camera.

“No, no cameras.” He told you, already guessing what you were looking for. “Much easier to incriminate. I’m more of an old fashion guy.”

He circled behind you and placed his hands heavily on your shoulders. He turned you towards the wall, lips to your ear so he could whisper.

“It’s crazy how much the tiniest opening can show you so, so much.”

Your eyes caught the view of a tiny black dot. It couldn’t be bigger than the head of a pencil eraser. You walked up to it slowly, bending forward to peek inside. Your blood ran cold when you saw a clear view of Mr. Kim’s room.

“You’ve been watching me?” You turned around quickly to face him. Your voice in utter disbelief.

“Watching you.. fantasizing about you.. jerking off to you..” he admitted shamelessly.

“That’s disgusting!” You raised your voice but, your body was betraying you. You could feel the wetness start to leak out onto your panties.

“Oh, please.” He scoffed. “You wanted me to watch. To hear you. My name always on your lips when you stuffed yourself.”

“Mr. Kim.. please-“

“How did it feel? How did it feel to cum to the thought of me fucking you?”

You knew there was no getting out of this confession. He had been watching. Listening. And, although you knew what he did was wrong, it made you absolutely throb with desire.

“It felt so fucking amazing.” You admitted, eyes closing and head rolling back at the memory. “I’ve never orgasmed like that in my life.”

Hongjoong groaned at your confession, his erection becoming visible in his pants.

“Tell me more.” He urged you, wanting to hear how much your innocent self would share.

“I- I felt dirty at first. Touching myself to you.”

“When was the first time?” He asked curiously. He started to step closer to you.

“We were at the pool. I was in the jacuzzi.” You licked your lips as you played back the scene. “I was in the water and you were laying on the side. I could see your cock through the leg of your swim trunks.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm.” You nodded your head. “The water jets hit my clit just right. I’m surprised you didn’t notice when I came. I thought you saw everything.”

You started to feel bold. Mr. Kim raised an eyebrow in response.

“What else haven’t I noticed?” He asked, wanting to collect every perverted thought and occurrence in his memory.

“How I always choose to wear thin bras. Even while working. Just so you can see my nipples poking through the fabric.”

Hongjoong chuckled darkly, now inches away.

“Now, that-“ he lifted his fingers, lightly pinching and giving a nice tug to your pebbled nipples that were poking out just like described in your confession. “-that, I’ve noticed.”

The sensation made you gasp, mouth opening. Hongjoong grabbed your chin with his hand and pulled you towards him, lips crashing down onto his. You moaned, melting into his body. You could feel his hard cock pressed up against you.

It was if you had never had a real kiss before. The way his lips moved against yours was something never experienced. Not with people your age. It was passionate, every movement with a purpose. Not slobbery and sloppy.

You enthusiastically threw your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in your hair. Hongjoong let out a deep chuckle and pulled away from your lips to place his onto your neck.

“So eager.” He whispered against your skin, raising goosebumps. He places soft kissed down to your collarbone. His hands are slowly making their way up your shirt, fingers sliding up against your stomach.

“Are you going to fuck me?” You ask him breathlessly.

“Yes.” His hands pushed your bra down slowly, letting your breasts fall out under your shirt. “But there’s other things I’ve been dying to do to you first.”

His fingers found your nipples and caressed them softly. The teasing sensation immediately making you throb below. When you felt his fingernail scratch the very tip of your peak, you shuttered. A pathetic whimper spilling out of your lips.

“Such a sensitive girl.” He hummed in approval before lifting your shirt up and off your head to unclip your bra. Mr. Kim sucked a sharp breath in between his teeth at the sight of you.

“God, you’re even more tempting up close.”

Hongjoong bent his knees slightly, lowering himself down in front of you. Your bare breasts now in front of his face. He grabbed them in his hands and pushed them together, nipples straining from the pressure. Throbbing.

“Can I suck on your nipples, pretty girl?” He asked politely, licking his lips. You nodded shyly and watched as he took his pointed tongue and flicked it against one of your peaks.

“Oh god-“ you whimpered while you watched him. Your doe-eyes not leaving his. He smirked and wrapped his cushion-soft lips around your nipple, suckling gently. Your head fell backwards as you felt your other nipple being pinched by his fingers. Your pussy started to clench around nothing as he worked your them with his fingers and mouth. You crossed your legs together and squeezed as you tried to find some sort of relief.

“What’s going on down there?” He pulled away from you to say as he chuckled darkly. “Are these bothering you?”

He wrapped his fingers into your waistband and pulled down your skirt and panties. You were now completely bare in front of him.

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands cupped your ass, giving it a firm squeeze, before tossing you down onto your soft bed.

He towered over you. His dress shirt was open at the top and messily untucked at the bottom, disheveled from the activities before. His hair was messy, not pushed back into a nice and neat professional look. Sexy. Intimidating. And he was staring at you, observing your naked body.

You blushed, clamping your legs together tightly. He grabbed your knees, prying them open.

“Why so shy? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Your pussy was dripping. Glistening in the lights of your room.

“Has anyone ever touched you here before?” He grazed his knuckles over your core, juices coating his skin.

“No.” You whispered with a shiver.

“I promise I’ll take good care of it then.” He told you and brought a finger down between your folds. Your thighs twitched as he dragged it upwards, finding your swollen clit, and gave it a light tap.

“Hongjoong-“ his first name slipped out of your lips for the first time. You slapped your hand down onto your mouth in embarrassment.

“Dont cover your mouth, baby. You sound so sweet when you say my name.” He cooed. “I wonder if you taste as sweet as you sound?”

Hongjoong got down on his knees and dipped his face down into your cunt, dragging his tongue through your folds. Your knees tightened around his head as you gasped, reaching down and lacing your fingers into his hair. He smiled as he devoured you, humming in satisfaction of your sweetness that created vibrations through your core.

“Oh my god-“ you cry out in shock, never accurately picturing how good his tongue would actually feel until now. You bucked your hips, pushing yourself harder into his face. His pointed nose brushing against your swollen clit.

Hongjoong slipped a single finger into your tight hole and curved it upwards inside of you. It was long and slender, curving against your g spot. Your back arched off the bed and you let out a silent scream, mouth hanging open.

“That’s it, baby.” He groaned, pulling away to catch his breath. “Feel all of it.”

When he attached his mouth back onto you, he enclosed your clit between his lips and sucked hard, the tip of his tongue flicking over the top of it. The sensation making you moan. He could feel you tensing around his fingers, thighs closing tighter around his neck.

“Now be a good girl and cum for me.”

And you did. Legs clamping down hard around him but not slowing down his tongue. He continued to lick you as you came under him, thighs twitching every time his tongue lapped over your clit.

“Please!” You gasped. “Oh my god- I can’t! It’s too much!”

He would have kept going. Kept licking you until you broke. But, he didn’t want to break you. Not for your first time. So, he pulled himself away.

Hongjoong stood at the end of your bed, his mouth and chin still glistening from your orgasm, and slowly stripped down in front of you. Unbuttoning his shirt button by button, revealing his toned chest and stomach, and dropping it onto the floor. He reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a condom before dropping them to the floor as well, leaving him in his boxers. He placed the condom next to you.

“Have you ever put your lips around somebody’s cock before?”

“Yes.” You admitted. “Once. My senior year of high school.”

The smallest bit of jealousy bubbled up in his chest that he had to fight to shake off.

“I see.” He hummed. “How do you think you did?”

“Not very good. I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“I’ll teach you.” He smirked and patted the duvet in front of him.

You scooted up onto the edge of the bed and took Mr. Kim into your hands. He was warm, skin silky soft, and throbbing in your grip. You slowly started to pump his shaft, a low groan rumbling in Hongjoong’s chest.

“That’s it. Now, when you’re ready, put the tip in your mouth.” He instructed you. You pumped him a few more times before lowering your mouth to him, looking up at him with your eyes as your lips enclosed around his now leaking head.

His cheeks became flushed and breathing more shallow as he watched you suck on him. Your tongue flicking over the slit that salty pre-cum trickled from. You hummed around him, admiring the flavor.

“God, you’re so beautiful.”

You felt brave, slowly lowering yourself further over his length until you felt him hit the back of your throat. Hongjoong cursed above you.

“Fuck, do you have me all the way in your throat?” He asked you in awe then brought his hands down to hold either side of your face. “Relax your jaw and throat for me. I want to fuck this hole first.”

You relaxed your jaw and opened wide, as if you were yawning. When he felt you soften, using his hold on your head to keep you steady, he started to thrust into your mouth slowly. You took him with ease, the sound of you softly gagging on him driving him crazy. It took all his restraint to keep him from fucking your throat harshly, having to remind himself you were new to this. He kept his slow, agonizing pace until he didn’t think he could take it anymore.

“You did so well.” He praised, pulling out of your throat and caressing your cheek as you gasped for air. You laid your head against his skin as you collected your breath.

“Climb back onto the bed, pretty. Lay on your back.”

You crawled over the mattress and laid down with your head nestled between your pillows. Hongjoong grabbed the condom and slipped it on then climbed on top of the bed and positioned himself between your legs. This was it. What you had been dreaming of.

“If you want me to stop, tell me. And I’ll stop.” He said, voice low and serious.

“Yes, sir.” You whispered which made him give you a soft smile.

He shifted, brining his hand down to grab himself, and brought his cock to your entrance. He ran the head over your folds a few times and bumped it against your clit. You moaned and opened your legs wider for him. You were throbbing now.

You felt him push his tip into you, spreading your hole open. You gasped and gripped onto his back, nails scratching up his skin. He let you settle into him for a moment to adjust to his size before sliding deeper into you, inch by inch. Once fully inside, he didn’t move. He laid there and let you throb around him.

He was holding you as if you were in a hug. Comforting and safe. Forehead pressed down against yours. You both stared at each other panting. His thick cock making you clench around him from the fullness. Your pussy burning with desire. You bucked your hips and tried pushing up into him, urging him to move. Frustrated whimpers bubbles out of your lips that made a cocky chuckle manifest from him.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He smirked. “Did you want something?”

You whimpered again and nodded your head.

“Then beg for it.”

His voice was strong and demanding, catching you off guard.

“What-“ you mumbled.

“Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you.” He told you again to make himself more clear. He wanted to hear you say it. Say how much you wanted him.

“Please.” Your voice was weak and hoarse. “Please Mr. Kim.”

“Please Mr. Kim, what? Tell me what you want.”

“Please fuck me, sir.” You whined and bucked into him one more time. Hongjoong bit his lip and eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“Anything for my good girl.”

He finally rolled his hips into you, his thick shaft pulling in and out. The sensation was overwhelming and so much different from the dildo you had been pretending was him. He was hard but formed to your curve. Thick and rubbing against every sensitive spot.

“Holy shit-“ you cursed and wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him close. You expected it to hurt. To feel like your skin was ripping in half but, it was the opposite. He had taken so much time, taken such good care of you before, that you accepted his cock with ease.

“Does it feel good, baby?” He grunted in your ear, his pace still stagnant. You wanted more. Needed him to take you as his.

“Yes.” You whimpered. “Yes but-“

“What do you want? Tell me.”

“Fuck me harder daddy.” Your legs fell open into a butterfly position, completely giving yourself to him. He growled in your ear as he started to fuck into you, his pelvis slamming down into your core at a pace that made you scream.

“Is this what you wanted? What you dreamed of?” He hissed into your ear, still relentless with his strokes.

“Yes! God- Yes!” You gasped, feeling your core tighten around him. Your nails ripping into his back. His thick cock dragging out filthy words and moans from your lips. Cunt dripping onto the duvet below.

Your mind wandered to the hole in the wall, wondering if this is what he pictured when he watched you in secret, saving ideas for his plot to seduce you. His filthy plot to take advantage of his young nanny. His perverted methods making you clench down hard around him, ready to come undone.

“Are you going to cum on my cock like a good girl?” He asked darkly.

“Yes daddy.” You whimpered, pussy clenching down around him over and over. “I’m gunna cum.”

“Give it to me.”

You crumbled below him, crying out his name while you convulsed from your orgasm. You wrapped around him and gripped him tight, head spinning from your release but he continued to thrust into you. The sensation between your legs was becoming too intense.

“Hongjoong-“ you whimpered his name pathetically. “Please, it’s too much.”

“I’m almost there, baby.” He panted, pinning you down by your shoulders onto the bed. “Take it so daddy can cum.”

His words and relentless thrusts made your eyes roll into the back of your head. You were completely overwhelmed with pleasure, consumed by it, and he gave you no mercy as he held you down. You loved it. And he knew it as well.

“God, I can feel you gripping me. Do you like it when I hold you down?”

You couldn’t respond, your voice gone from your body. You felt as if you were floating. Every nerve in your body sparked alive like fireworks.

Hongjoong brought his hand down between your connected bodies and found your swollen and sensitive clit, rubbing furiously against it. Matching the speed of his thrusts.

Holy shit, you’re going to cum again.

“Hongjoong!”

“That’s it baby, give me one more.” He begged, pressing his fingers harder against your clit right as he hit your sponge-y spot inside. Your orgasm gushed out of you and all over him while you screamed, a small puddle collecting below.

Watching you squirt on his cock sent him over, burying himself deep inside with a grunt during his release. His cum filling up the condom completely.

His shuttered as he pulled out of you, taking the condom and tying the end into a knot before tossing it in the trash can.

You laid there panting while all your limbs tingled, feeling like jello. You were spent and sore but in the best way.

Mr. Kim laid down next to you and wrapped you in his arms, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Are you alright?” His voice was soft and gentle.

“Yeah.” Your breathing was still slightly irregular. “That was- I don’t even know what to say.”

He held you for a long time while periodically placing a gentle kiss on your temple. You felt safe but his silence was a bit unnerving.

“Are you having regrets?” You asked him with a slightly shaky voice.

“No. No, not at all.” He told you, taking a slight pause before speaking again. “I just didn’t think about what we would do once this was all over. How we would carry on.”

You didn’t think about that either. Could you still continue to work for the man who fucked you? Spied on you through the walls? You should say no. Should keep these memories buried deep down below where nobody would find them. But that’s not what you wanted.

“Well, I’m off until Monday. And I’d really like to enjoy my time before I have to clock back in.”

He smiled a genuine smile, one of relief, and you smiled back.

—————

You worked for Mr. Kim for many years after your that encounter. Every weekend spent tangled up in each other’s beds while the kids were away at their mothers. No longer hiding the desire and longing you had for each other, from each other. All was in the open..

However, on the weekdays, Hongjoong still peered into the small hole he drilled long ago.. enjoying the show you put on for him behind the wall.

—————

You paced back and forth in your large bedroom, the quiet ticking from the grand clock slowly maddening you until your patience evaporated. Mingi is exactly eight minutes late. You wouldn’t have noticed his short delay if it was any other night, but tonight you were particularly desperate. It was only a couple of days before you’d start bleeding again, and your body craved to be taken care of. The frustration made you so hot and flushed to the point that you felt it unnecessary to apply any color to your cheeks. 

Exasperated, you fell back into the softness of your bed. Despite his occasional lateness, you had to admit—having a lover had its perks. At first, the idea felt like a betrayal of everything you stood for, a compromise of your values. But Mingi had been nothing short of a blessing. The loneliness of the palace had once felt suffocating, but his presence brought a much-needed light. He listened when no one else would, his warm gaze making you feel seen in a way the Emperor never had. And when words failed, he used his skilled fingers to help ease away your tensions. 

It was the Emperor’s idea for you to take a lover. Yes, you and your husband had sort of a dysfunctional marriage. When you first learned that the young Emperor was going to ask for your hand, you were quickly consumed with giddy daydreams of romance and devotion, the kinds you read about in books when you were just a little girl. You were ecstatic to have his companionship until reality struck you hard and fast. The hastily arranged wedding had barely concluded when you finally met him—a man who was far from the Prince Charming you had imagined. The dreams of a happily-ever-after faded quickly, replaced by the cold, bitter truth. You were merely another pawn in his political game, and he was far too absorbed in his own indulgences to care about yours.

Emperor Kim Hongjoong was a tyrant draped in silk and gold, a man whose cruelty knew no bounds. He ruled with a reckless disregard for his people. While his subjects froze to death in yet another senseless war, he surrounded himself with decadence—hosting opulent feasts that spilled into debauchery and indulging in nights of ecstasy with his concubines. The Court tread lightly around him, knowing full well he was a volatile storm, ready to unleash fury over the slightest inconvenience. Beheadings became as common as whispers in the palace halls, his wrath fueled by whims and dulled by the haze of opium that clouded his mind. Rational decisions—military or otherwise—were a rarity, yet the Court still pushed him toward one expectation: securing heirs to continue his blood-soaked legacy.

You quickly came to understand your place within the palace walls. Though you bore the title of Empress, in his eyes, you were nothing more than a vessel for producing heirs to secure the bloodline and strengthen the Empire.

Intimacy with the Emperor felt like a cold and mechanical ritual devoid of any tenderness or affection. During your ovulation, he would visit your chambers to complete the act, barely sparing you a glance as he did. There was no care or affection—just the unceremonious deposit of his seed before he rose and left without a word. More often than not, you were left lying on your back, alone in the dark, listening to his footsteps echo down the hall as he sought solace in the arms of his concubines. Whatever happened between you two during those nights was never meant to bring any joy or passion; it was simply a transaction, a duty to the Empire.

What stung most was how he never saw you as he did those other women. To them, he gave smiles, laughter, and sometimes even whispers of affection—crumbs of humanity that you yearned for but never received. And yet, despite his cold indifference, you couldn’t help but crave his attention. You told yourself that if you waited, and if you worked hard enough, he might one day change. Maybe, just maybe, he would soften, hold you, and love you the way you had once dreamed.

But with each passing day, the hope grew dimmer. He only seemed to drift further away, leaving you to grapple with the emptiness he left behind.

“I don’t have time,” the Emperor said curtly, his tone leaving no room for argument. He shoved the last of his rice into his mouth and rose swiftly from the table. He always ate with such haste in the mornings, as though the very act of sitting with you was a burden he couldn’t wait to escape.

“All I’m asking for is a short walk in the garden. Please, I’m so lonely here. Can’t you spare even a moment for your wife?” you pleaded, your voice trembling with the weight of your desperation.

He adjusted his trousers with a practiced indifference, striding toward the tall, imposing doors without so much as a glance in your direction. Just as he reached them, he let out a dismissive scoff.

“If you’re so bored, find yourself a lover.”

The Emperor had said many cruel things to you before, but this? To suggest such a thing as an affair to his wife? It was beyond comprehension. That very day, you found yourself pacing the palace garden, his vile words echoing endlessly in your mind.

Was he truly that done with you? you wondered bitterly. Did he care so little for you that the thought of you lying with another man didn’t stir even the faintest flicker of jealousy? No, he had encouraged it. Not out of love, but because your presence was a little more than an inconvenience to him. The realization gnawed at you. He treated you with less regard than his concubines, women he showered with affection, attention, and gifts—things you had only ever dared to dream of.

Your sadness was written across your face, too raw to hide, even when the tall, unassuming gardener approached with cautious concern. His voice was soft as he asked if you were alright, his eyes kind in a way you hadn’t experienced in ages.

And it was in that moment, standing before Mingi, that you decided. If the Emperor’s cruelty extended so far as to push you into the arms of another, then so be it. You would take his advice.

—

A loud thud at the door jolted you upright. That must be Mingi, you thought, heart racing as you leapt out of bed. Hastily, you grabbed the bottle of floral perfume on your nightstand, spritzing a delicate mist onto your neck. You smoothed your lacy nightgown and approached the door on light feet, careful to keep your movements discreet—though you knew the palace walls were full of watchful eyes, and rumors of your midnight visitor were no secret.

But the giddy flutter of butterflies in your stomach twisted into a cold, heavy weight the moment you opened the door.

Standing there, framed by the dim hallway light, was not Mingi.

“Emperor,” you murmured, quickly bowing to mask your shock.

Hongjoong’s gaze slid over you like a blade, lingering far too long on the delicate lace of your nightgown. His lips quirked upward in a faint smirk, amusement glinting in his dark eyes. You flushed under his scrutiny, the sheer fabric suddenly feeling like a cruel betrayal.

"All dolled up," he remarked, voice low and taunting. "Quite the effort for someone who isn't me."

You widened the door hesitantly, feeling cornered, as though you had no choice but to let him in. The Emperor stepped inside with an air of entitlement, his presence suffocating in the small space. As he moved further into the room, you instinctively leaned out into the hallway, glancing left and right, hoping to catch a glimpse of Mingi—wanting to warn him somehow.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about the gardener,” Hongjoong said casually as if reading your thoughts. “I sent him away.”

You froze mid-step, the blood draining from your face. “S-sent him away?” you stammered, dread pooling in your chest.

Hongjoong threw his head back and laughed, a sharp, grating sound that only deepened your unease. “Relax,” he said, waving his hands in mock reassurance. “I didn’t kill him. Tempting, sure, but no. I figured that might upset you.” His words were flippant, but there was a gleam in his eyes that made your stomach twist. The reassurance didn’t land—it only left you more anxious.

Without invitation, Hongjoong strolled further into your chambers and collapsed onto your bed with an exaggerated sigh, as though he owned every inch of the space—and, of course, he did. His dark eyes roamed over you unabashedly, lingering on your bare, glistening legs and then rising to your barely covered chest.

“You look nice,” he said, his voice thick with amusement. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in that nightgown before. Did I buy that?”

You didn’t respond, refusing to acknowledge his comments. Your thoughts were racing, consumed with worry for Mingi. Where was he? Was he safe? What did Hongjoong do to him?

The Emperor sat up, his expression shifting into something more serious. “I didn’t kill your boy toy,” he said bluntly. “I’m simply relocating him. He no longer works at the palace.” He patted the mattress beside him. “Now, sit down.”

Your heart plummeted to your stomach. The room felt colder, heavier. You wanted to scream, to hurl every ornate wedding gift he had ever given you in his face, to demand answers at the top of your lungs. But you swallowed it all—the anger, the fear—and silently moved to sit beside him. It had been so long since you were this close to him, and you needed a moment to size him up before doing anything rash.

“Why did you send him away?” you asked quietly, the tremor in your voice betraying your attempt at calm.

“Because I decided I don’t want to share pussy with a lowborn. You couldn’t have at least gone for the Chancellor? He’s always ogling at your breasts. Doesn’t carry much in length, but at least he has status.” He answered offhandedly.

“What?” You flustered. 

Hongjoong threw his head back in exasperation before turning sharply toward you, his expression a mixture of annoyance and condescension. “Everyone in the Palace knows about you two,” he began, his tone dripping with disdain. “The Court has been whispering that your little gardener was falling in love and planning to run away with you. He made a mockery of me. Me. So yes, I had to get rid of him. You should be grateful I didn’t have him beheaded. That imbecile.”

His words left you reeling. Was he telling the truth, or weaving lies to justify his cruelty? It didn’t make sense. He had ignored you for so long, humiliated you at every turn, yet now he took offense when you sought solace elsewhere? And with his permission, no less?

“I don’t understand,” you said, your voice trembling with both anger and confusion. “You told me I could have a lover.”

Hongjoong chuckled darkly, the sound grating against your nerves. “I meant a fuck buddy,” he corrected, his smirk widening. “Not a boyfriend. But anyway, I take it back. You can’t have either.”

Hot anger coursed through your veins, lighting every nerve on fire. How dare he? Who was he to take the one shred of happiness you had and discard it on a whim? You rose to your feet, fists clenched, jaw tight. “Bring him back. Now,” you demanded, your voice firm despite the trembling in your chest.

His smirk deepened, his gaze alight with a maddening amusement. He leaned back leisurely, resting his weight on one arm as if your anger were nothing more than entertainment to him. “No,” he said flatly, his arrogance palpable.

The sheer audacity made your head spin. You had always tempered your tone around him, swallowed your words out of respect—or fear—but this was too much. “If you don’t bring him back to me,” you said, your voice rising, “I will leave. And I will never come back.”

Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed, though his smirk remained intact. “If you leave,” he said with maddening calm, “I’ll send my men to every corner of this Earth to find you and bring you back to me.”

“Then I’ll jump to my death!” you spat, your voice trembling with both fury and desperation.

He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head mockingly. “Do you need my assistance opening the window? They’re awfully heavy,” he said, his tone laced with derision.

It hit you then—the futility of it all. There was no winning with him. Every word he uttered, every action he took, was final. Your defiance crumbled as hopelessness set in. Your knees buckled, and you sank to the floor, staring blankly at the carpet.

My Mingi, you thought, your heart aching in the hollow silence that followed. If he had truly loved you, if he had asked you sooner, you wouldn’t have hesitated to run away with him. But now…

A sudden touch startled you. Hongjoong’s thumb brushed away a stray tear from your cheek before gently gripping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. He studied your face with an almost detached curiosity, sighing as if your sorrow was an inconvenience.

“Oh, cheer up, dear,” he said, his tone mockingly light. “You don’t need that filthy cock to sit on. You have me.”

The sheer calmness in his voice, the audacious cheerfulness of his words, was infuriating. It gnawed at you, his willful ignorance of your pain more provoking than all his cruelty combined.

You pushed his hand away. “At least that filthy cock could make me cum.” 

You braced yourself for the sting of his hand against your cheek, but it never came. Instead, the Emperor’s lips curled into an amused smirk, as though your defiance was nothing more than a child’s tantrum to him. “Well, If you’d dropped that attitude and let me into your chambers from time to time,” he said with a gleam in his eye, “you might have seen my full potential.”

His words dripped with arrogance, and your stomach churned in disgust. The memories of the handful of nights you had spent with him were distant and cold, fleeting instances of duty you had long since abandoned. After meeting Mingi, you had shut your doors to the Emperor completely, forsaking the obligations of producing an heir as you allowed yourself to be swept away in the warmth of another’s embrace.

“Just get out,” you snapped, your voice brittle with anger and exhaustion.

Hongjoong tilted his head, studying you as though you were a puzzle he was just now beginning to solve. He hadn’t expected this level of fury—at least, not from you. A flicker of realization crossed his face.

“Oh,” he said, a note of amusement creeping into his tone. “Don’t tell me you loved him.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. The truth sat heavy in your chest, threatening to burst free. It wasn’t just lust that had drawn you to Mingi; it was the way he saw you, the way he listened, the way he made you feel alive. You cared for him deeply, even when it terrified you, even when the impossibility of your circumstances loomed over you like a storm. There were nights when you dreamed of a life with him, though, they were only dreams, you had to remind yourself.

Hongjoong sighed, a long, dramatic exhale as he leaned forward, his movements slow and deliberate. His lips brushed the shell of your ear, his voice low and venomous. “Oh, you don’t get it, do you, honey?” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “You can’t be with anyone else. You belong to me. Your mind, your voice, your lips, your breasts, your legs...”

His fingers brushed against the softness of your thigh, a teasing touch that made your skin crawl. His hand lingered there for a moment, as though threatening to move closer, before retreating entirely. “...The very essence of you is mine,” he said, his tone as cold as it was possessive. “And the next time you foolishly find another hard cock to bounce on, remember this: I graciously spared your beloved lowborn this time. I let him walk out of here with all his limbs intact. But next time?” His voice darkened, a shadow falling over his words. “I won’t be so kind.”

The silence that followed was deafening, his threat hanging heavy in the air.

Without another word, the Emperor rose to his feet, smoothing out his clothes with maddening calm. He strode to the door with the same regal air he always carried, pausing only to glance back at you with a mocking bow. “Goodnight, my dear,” he said lightly, as though he hadn’t just shattered your world.

Then he was gone, leaving you trembling on the floor, a hollow shell of anger, fear, and heartbreak.

—

It had been months since your last encounter with the Emperor. Tonight, he was returning from a diplomatic trip overseas. All morning, Courtesans and nursemaids visited to remind you of your wifely duties. They whispered about your dwindling fertility window, urging you to try for a child before it was too late.

You prayed he’d be too exhausted from his journey to come to your chambers. But you knew better. Time away from the Palace always left him restless.

You hadn’t forgiven him for sending Mingi away. Of course, he hadn’t apologized—he never did. Hongjoong likely believed that with time and distance, you’d forget. That you’d fall back into your role, returning to him as if nothing had happened. But the lack of replies from the letters he’d sent you during his absence told him otherwise.

Resigned to your fate, you lay on the grand bed in your best nightgown, the silk clinging to your skin. Waiting. At least it would be quick. The Emperor never lasted long anyway.

The heavy doors swung open, and Hongjoong entered, still wearing his elaborate robe. You didn’t look at him, your gaze fixed on the ceiling as he began to undress. You braced yourself, mentally preparing for yet another empty, soulless night.

Hongjoong broke the silence. “I take it you’re still angry I took your toy away?”

The arrogance in his voice made your skin crawl. You hated how he spoke of Mingi, reducing him to an object. A plaything. As if you hadn’t cared for him deeply. As if Hongjoong’s own heart wasn’t capable of understanding such feelings.

“Are you going to talk at all tonight?”

You stayed calm, swallowing the retort burning in your throat. “I’m not here to talk, remember? We have a duty to fulfill.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, you make it sound so dull. Like we’re here to do paperwork or something.”

You didn’t answer. He busied himself removing his rings, laying them on the table beside you. His gaze landed on a pile of familiar envelopes, all sealed, untouched, and forgotten.

“You didn’t even bother opening these?” he asked, his voice tighter than before.

You sighed, unmoved. “Were they urgent?”

Hongjoong clenched his jaw, a flicker of something vulnerable crossing his face. “No,” he admitted, quieter now, “but…”

He trailed off, his confidence suddenly faltering. You had no idea how much those letters meant to him. Each word, each line, was an attempt to ease the guilt that haunted him during his travels. He had replayed the memory of your tears over and over, trying to drown his regret in ink and sentiment. Yet now, staring at the unopened letters, he realized it had all been for nothing.

“You know, you hurt me too,” he blurted.

That caught your attention. You sat up, furrowing your brows. “Me?” you echoed, incredulous. “How? By doing the very thing you told me to do?”

“Well, I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

Your laugh was sharp and bitter. “Why? Because only you get to sleep with other people?”

Hongjoong scoffed, brushing off your words with a wave of his hand. “What I do is different from what you did.”

“Different?” you snapped. “How? How is it any different?”

He stopped pacing, turning to face you fully. His voice dropped, quieter but seething with rage. “Because I don’t fall in love with them!”

The room fell silent, his words ringing in your ears.

Your mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. Was he more hurt over the possibility that you had feelings for Mingi than the fact that you’d shared nights with him? The absurdity of it made your head spin.

But then he said something that chilled you to the core.

“Seeing you cry over that bastard…” He paused, his voice tight with unspoken pain. “It enraged me. I wondered—would you ever cry for me like that?”

His admission hung heavy in the air. For the first time, you saw something raw in his eyes.

“You must be drunk,” you said quietly, hoping to diffuse the tension. “Come, lay down—”

“I’m as clear-headed as I’ve ever been,” he interrupted, his tone sharp but slightly slurred, betraying the truth. You noticed his steps wavered as he began pacing the room again, the hem of his robe brushing unevenly against the floor.

His words came faster now, laced with frustration and desperation, his worries of masking his inebriation quickly dissolving. “When you married me, you promised me your loyalty. It didn’t matter who you spent your nights with, as long as you returned to me. But instead, you gave him your heart.”

You stared at him, stunned. His jealousy, his possessiveness—it was suffocating. Yet there was something almost pitiable in the way he looked at you, as if your betrayal had cracked something deep within him.

He stopped pacing, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “You belong to me,” he said through his wine-stained lips, his voice low and firm. “Your mind. Your body. Your soul. Your loyalty. Your love. All of it. And I’ll be damned if I ever let another man take what’s mine.”

Before you could even digest all of what he said, Hongjoong climbed up on the bed, nestling himself between your legs. Your breath hitched upon feeling the softness of his lips trace over your inner thigh, planting slow and messy kisses all over your soft skin.

“W-what are you doing?” You asked flabbergasted, not used to seeing him in this position. 

His arms wrapped from under your legs, locking you in place. “Showing you my full potential.” 

—

Your body tensed with each flick of his tongue. You held back your moans, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but your sweat coated breasts and your shaky, quiet breaths betrayed you. He held onto your thighs as he tasted you, gliding his tongue in tortuously long and slow strokes. 

When you looked down, you were in awe at his focus, his brows furrowed in concentration, and saliva running down his chin as he savored you like a long-awaited meal. You felt trapped under him. Each time you got closer, he could sense it in the way your body braced itself, and he’d slow down again, ghosting his tongue over your parted folds, making you mentally curse him for stealing yet another rush of relief from you. 

You had reached your breaking point, and although you remained utterly mute, Hongjoong understood your frustration. Like an answered prayer, his tongue swirled briefly around your throbbing nub, before finally wrapping his wine-stained lips over your aching bud. 

As he suckled at your clit, you had no choice but to gasp out loud, your dry voice cracking as he consumed you. He purred into your cunt, smug with himself for finally breaking you. His craving for you grew even stronger, and he pulled you closer to him, his hips now rutting against the mattress. 

“You taste exquisite, Empress,” he breathed into your cunt, which didn’t fail to send goosebumps all over your exposed flesh, “Need to taste your cum next.” 

What felt like hours of edging had finally caught up with you, and your breathing started to get shaky again. Your hands slipped into his dark strands, holding onto them tightly as your hips jerked up, the fire in your abdomen finally snapping as you cried out, your milky white essence dripping onto Hongjoong’s tongue just as he desired. 

You collapsed back into the mattress, your vision blurring as he continued lapping at your sensitive cunt. He drank up every drop from your puffy, tender lips, his hand resting at your stomach to help bring you down from your high. You melted into the mattress as his lips shifted from your dripping cunt to your inner thigh, kissing and biting at your soft skin while he waited for you to steady your breathing. 

You looked down and met his deep, velvety gaze, his glassy eyes and slick-coated lips hitching your breath. In this moment, you took each other in. His once neatly top-knotted hair now loosely hung over his forehead, all roughed up from when you tugged and pulled at it earlier. You were disheveled yourself, your pretty lilac nightdress now sweat-drenched, the loose strands of your hair stuck to your rosy-red cheeks. He watched silently as your breasts which were barely covered by the hem of your dress, most likely hiked up from your convulsions, heaved up and down. 

You were a vision unlike anything he’d ever encountered. He had just returned from a journey that took him across vast snowy peaks and through valleys kissed by the first blush of cherry blossoms. Yet, the sight of you lying here, draped in soft shadows and the moonlight shining in from the window, surpassed the beauty of every natural wonder he’d seen. You were alluring—a temptation so profound it made the grandeur of the world seem pale in comparison.

"So foolish," he murmured, his voice low and thick as he hovered over you now, the heat of his breath brushing against your skin. His face lingered just a breath away, his eyes drinking you in. What he wanted to say—how foolish he’d been to neglect you, to waste time when he should have been losing himself in you—caught in his throat, heavy and unsaid.

Instead, he let his actions speak. His head dipped slowly and his lips found yours, claiming them with a hunger that had been simmering for far too long. You met him with equal fervor, surrendering completely to the kiss and tasting your sweetness on his lips, pulling him closer, tighter, as though you could make up for all the lost time in that single, stolen moment.

“Get on your knees,” He instructed after pulling away from the kiss, a tinge of impatience and restlessness painted in his voice. You obeyed his order, pivoting yourself from your back to your hands and knees. 

His hands gripped your hips eagerly, securing you in place as he lined himself up with you, giving his throbbing shaft a few pumps before sliding into your wet walls. You inhaled sharply as he entered you, his hard cock stuffing you so deliciously that you were forced to make a strangled moan, grasping at the silky sheets from under you to brace yourself. 

You had never been in this position with him before. It was always missionary as it was the best option for ensuring a successful pregnancy, but from this angle, his cock hit you so deep, his balls swinging and smacking into your aching clit as he thrust into you harshly. 

Your loud and lewd screams left Hongjoong teeming with ecstasy. He smirked as he watched you from behind, her royal highness, who was always so primmed and polished, so graceful in the way she walked and spoke, now babbling sinful moans, her makeup running, her hair tousled, covering him with her sticky juices as she cried and begged him to go faster, harder. He felt honored to see you like this. 

The wine made Hongjoong fatigued, and he slowed down his pace, which was a little too slow for your liking. Your brain had already turned to mush, and your hips started to have a mind of its own, forcing you to fuck yourself on his cock to reach your high faster. Hongjoong cooed as he watched you, his cock throbbing at the sight of you taking matters into your own hands. 

“You forget yourself, Empress,” He teased, placing a hand on your mid-back. He caressed your skin, watching your stretched-out pussy take him whole. 

“Just shut up and cum inside me already,” You huffed, your composure crumbling, giving way to raw frustration. 

A spark ignited in his eyes, a glimmer of something untamed and primal seeping through. His weariness evaporated and a renewed vitality coursed through him. He lifted you and pulled you into his chest, his hand sliding around your neck, fingers tracing your pulse before tightening just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Want my cum?” He rasped into your ear, lips smashed against your hot skin, his hips never letting go of that rough pace, “you want it?” 

“Yes, p-please!” You choked, your salty tears falling onto your reddened lips, “Want it all!” 

His grasp tightened around your neck, fucking into you so raggedly now that there was a moment he thought he could break you. “Gonna take it all?” He growled, “All of me in that little pussy? Who’s fucking pussy is this?” 

Your head swam, a dizzying mix of exhilaration and the sharp, intoxicating absence of air. The rush of excitement left you lightheaded and entirely consumed by the moment. 

“Yours!” You cried out, “It’s all yours!” 

With a satisfied smirk, he watched you dissolve in pleasure, finally letting go of your throat as he shot his load into you, a mixture of your wetness and his creamy white dripping out of your cunt. You felt all your strength leave you as you came down, letting yourself be held up by Hongjoong, your head nestled between his chin and shoulder. 

“That’s right baby,” he pressed a few gentle kisses on your sweaty temple as he pumped his cum back into you, pushing deeper and deeper to make sure you don’t waste a single drop of him, “Your mine, all mine…”

He was the whole package — good manners, a great sense of humor, muscles ♡, and a hunger for affection.

“Just a humble Korean country boy from Namhae-eup looking for a wife,” his profile read. You giggled, finding his honesty adorable.

This marked the first red flag you overlooked: You took his need for a wife lightly.

You replied to his request playfully- "Do you mind your wife being chubby, farm boy?"

The handsome man didn't hesitate to speak his mind. "My muscles aren't just for show" He snapped back.

“Farm boy, huh?” he added a few seconds later, voice edged with amusement — or was it something else?

Everything up to the tenth date was perfect. What happened on the tenth? He proposed.

San proposed.

It started like any regular date at his favorite food place, you sat cuddling up against him as the two of you ate merrily.

"I need you-" He muttered, nuzzles his warm face in the crook of your neck. You huffed, unable to reach the side dishes due of San’s grip.

You tap his forearm constricting your curves. "San, you are hammered-Wooyoung was right; you are a little weight." You giggled. " And you drank half the bottle."

Thinking about it, San’s been twitchy and nervous all day. It's obvious he wants to tell you something instead he lets suspense fill the air..

He must've gonna drunk by mistake, an unfortunate attempt to build his confidence.

San's so drunk, his head hangs low as if it weighs a ton, just when you think he's passed out you can hear his deep mutters. You can hear small fragments of what he's saying but it's not coherent.

You wondered how out of it he could be, you turned around slightly in San’s lap to his hair tickling your nose. " San, you're gonna get a headache hanging your head down like that." You scolded, hooking your finger under his chin to raise his eyes to you.

His eyes were watery and soft as if he had been heartbroken yet the fire in his gaze burns you to the touch.

How could you have two emotions at the same time?

Perhaps, it's something wanting to nip at you. A soft sound comes from him clutching your smaller hand in his. You gasped, unaware he even moved.

" I need you-"

"Keep it PG, Mister." You giggled, til he finished.

"-to be my wife." Your stunned silence spoke volumes, your wide eyes reminded him-

He's fucked up.....again.

San rips his heart out; and offers his love to countless ungrateful women consistently, despite the sacrifices, his bloody hands remain fruitless and his heart is left collecting dirt.

Those pathetic thoughts seeped in with the loneliness. Why couldn't he have a wife and children? He's an upstanding gentleman in every category - surely he would be an honorable husband and father.

Unfortunately, it appears San’s request is distasteful whoever controls the masses or they truly despise his wishes for happiness.

That night. That one night. Something changed over the date despite it ending all the same. He blew it of course . However your reaction varied from the rest instead of shoving him and running for the hills. You were calm and gorgeous.

You were shocked, but he could tell you were attempting to be composed. San observes your gulp... God, he could see you shaking. You said ‘n-no.’ Instead of booking it, you created this wall around you. Quite oddly, it felt like you didn't want to kick him to the curb.. Just yet. Why?

Your eyes avoid him; his heart leaps when they meet in passing. He stalks you. San describes you as a shy little lamb hiding in a brick house. It was only online, safe and sound behind locked doors, when you continued to interact with him.

2:57am Oct.15th 🍂

Unknown: God, your so quick to block me. Another new number?

Different number, same nightmare

Unknown: Slapping me was a little rude, don't you think I just wanted to see you...you hit me but those eyes of yours call to me. Your just as broken as me.

2:59 am.

Unknown: Ignoring me doesn't work. You're mine. You ran and hid like a mouse but I will always find you. Peeling your sanity away layer by layer, my little lamb.

3:02 am.

Unknown: ...Do you even like me?

As if a light flickered in the darkness of San’s mind. A brief moment of clarity- reflecting on himself in third person, his sanity has been slipping since you-

He's a creep. A shell of himself, with something dark growling inside and it hungers for you. Little lamb. Its your fault-your the -

3:07am

Little lamb:....yes.

Problem.

To be continued...

You knocked at his door, creaking it open slightly. You spot him at his desk, working diligently at his writing. He pushed his glasses up, glancing from his desk mirror for a second before continuing his work.

“Is dinner ready, my lily?”

You opened the door fully, keeping your hands clasped in front of your apron.

“Yes, sir. It’s on the table just as you requested.”

He gave you a long smile, pushing his white hair back. You stood there for a moment longer, not expecting any response from him. Just as you began to close the door, you heard his chair move, stopping you in your tracks.

“Wait.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you opened the door one again. He adjusted his glasses and put the pen down, signaling for you to come to him.

He remained silent, closing the book he was writing in. He pulled his glasses off of his head and a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping down any smudges on the lenses.

“Is there something you need, sir?”

He chuckled to himself, eyes meeting yours for a moment. He put his glasses back on, turning to fully face you in the chair.

“I told you, you don’t have to keep calling me that. We’ve known each other for some time now. Please, call me Seonghwa.”

You felt your face burn red from embarrassment, not wanting to disrespect him. He chuckled to himself and stood up, his figure towering over you. He walked past you, leaving the door open for you to follow him to the dining room.

He took a seat at the table, placing a white handkerchief into the collar of his shirt. You noticed that he was always a clean man, never liked to get dirty. Even when he drank blood— your blood, he was neat, not the messy monster people made him out to be.

Though of course you never seen him that way, because he took care of you. No matter how much blood you gave him, you always felt like you owed him regardless. No deed would ever repay him for taking you in.

“Thank you for dinner.”

Seonghwa smiled at his dish— steak, a big one, it’s all he asked for. He watched you in the kitchen, unbothered and washing any dishes you used to prepare his meal. Although your back was turned to him, you could feel his eyes piercing into you. He was silent— he normally was when eating, but you knew he was staring and watching your body language.

Your breathing was steady, but he heard your heartbeat telling a different story. You were nervous despite looking completely fine on the outside and he wondered why.

He looked away, brushing it off and beginning to cut into the steak. You remained at the sink, rinsing off a bigger knife and bringing it to the drying rack. It suddenly slipped out of your hand, causing you to grab it out of instinct only to slice your hand open.

You let out a small whimper, making sure not to disturb him as he enjoyed peace and quiet during dinner. You kept the water running, picking up the knife and glancing at your hand for a second.

“Excuse me...” you turned off the faucet, keeping your hand closed and turning to face him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, cutting the steak into smaller chunks.

“I’m going to run to the ladies room, if that’s okay.”

Seonghwa nodded, hearing your foot steps quicken as you attempted to leave the kitchen. That’s when he smelled it.

Your scent.

Not just any scent, but the scent of your blood which he recognized very well at this point.

Seonghwa quickly got up and walked over to you, watching as you held your hand closed and away from him.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you, sir. It was just an accident..”

He held his hand out, signaling for you to let him see. You hesitated, not wanting your mishap to be any of his concern especially when he just wanted to eat his dinner. You met his eyes, they weren’t cold no, they were reassuring. His intentions weren’t to hurt you, but to help you.

He grabbed your hand, moving your fingers to uncover the wound. You winced in pain, noticing a small pool of blood sit in your hand and drip onto the floor. His eyes never left your hand, remaining glued to the small bits of blood that trickled onto the floor.

“It’s nothing sir, I can clean it up myself.”

Your voice was laced with hesitation, unsure of what his next move may be. He looked up at you again, feeling his heart racing at just the smell of your sweet scent.

“Let me.” he gave you a small smile, waiting for your answer.

“I promise I’ll be gentle this time.”

You didn’t answer, but you could tell he meant well. Sure he’s been rough at times, it was hard to control his instincts when it came to you. Still, you trusted him. You always trusted his words.

“Okay..” you mumbled.

He brought your hand up to his mouth, licking the spilled blood gently. The hairs on his neck stood up and a soft moan escaped him as he lapped up your sweet taste.

He sucked on your wound gently— just as he promised, gathering any bit of blood that he could.

“Only a little.” he told himself. “She isn’t your dinner.”

His tongue swirled around your wound. With every drop his member slowly rose, pressing against his slacks slightly. You whimpered quietly, watching his eyes dart to you as your face was flushed red.

You enjoyed it, and he knew you did.

“Let’s make her our dinner.”

Seonghwa swept you off of your feet, carrying you to his bedroom. Your eyes never left his face, watching his expression turn cold as determination kicked in. Your blood was smeared around his pale lips and skin, only making your cheeks burn red even more.

He pushed the doors open, revealing a large darkened room filled with antique furniture. It was cold, but that was normal to him. He enjoyed it this way. He placed you on his bed carefully, turning on the bed lamp, catching a glimpse of your shivering figure.

“Are you cold, my flower?”

You nodded watching as he climbed over you. His white bangs fell over his eyes, and for a moment you swore all you saw was red in them. He kissed your forehead gently and slipped his leg between your dress, pressing his knee against your cunt.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be nice and warm when I’m done.”

He kissed at your neck, his teeth grazing softly against your skin. His knee pushed further between your legs, making you moan at the sensation.

“Just a small bite. I promise.”

His fangs pierced into your neck slowly, making a soft whimper leave your lips. Seonghwa sucked your blood, his cock throbbing at the sweetness of you.

You rocked your hips against his knee, desperate for anything that brought you pleasure, attention, friction. Something. Seonghwa stood up, blood dripping down his chin and onto your maid dress. He watched as you humped him softly, a long smile creeping onto his face.

“So desperate…” he moved his knee away from you, watching you whine at his action.

“But you must be patient.”

He undid your dress, pulling it off your shoulders to reveal your chest just slightly. He bit at your chest without warning, leaving a deep bite mark in your skin. He moved to the left side, taking another bite at your shoulder.

Your whimpers filled the room with every bite, only watching as his lower face became a bloody mess right above you.

“Taste s’good.. I need more.”

He lifted your dress over your thighs, revealing a soaked print on your underwear from where his knee once was. He lifted your leg over his shoulder, pressing small kisses into your skin. His finger snaked between your clothed folds, rubbing your clit softly to give you that friction you so desperately craved.

You moaned of relief, spreading your legs just enough to give him more access to your bud.

“Please,” you muttered, arching your back just a bit.

“Use your words my flower.”

You met his dark eyes through his bangs, your heart racing as he slowly dragged his pads over your clit.

“Please, please touch me sir..”

His smile deepened and you felt his fangs grace your thigh. His thumb pressed against your entrance, threatening to push through the underwear.

“Seonghwa, baby. You don’t need to call me sir.”

He dug his fangs into your thigh, this bite hurting more than the others. You whimpered, squirming under his touch as he drank your sweet blood. Your breaths were staggered but rapid, body hot and flushed as he preyed on you.

He dragged his pads along your clothed slit, watching the wet spot grow larger with every movement. You let out a breathless moan, desperate and eager for skin to skin touch. He dug his fangs deeper into your skin, a sharp pain running up your thigh that caused you to cry out quietly.

You two locked eyes, a bit of fear painted in yours. Seonghwa frowned slightly, pulling his fangs out of you and wiping the remnants from his mouth. His thumb massaged your thigh softly, and you could feel a sense of concern in his body language.

“Please don’t hurt me sir..” you muttered, choked on your words.

He shook his head, realizing that he might’ve been scaring you. Seonghwa drinking your blood was never an issue, but how he did it this time was different than others.

“I’d never hurt you, but please tell me if I do.”

He used his free hand to pull your underwear down, moving it past your thighs and throwing it onto the floor. You were on full display to him, your heat glistening with arousal.

He dragged his fingers through your folds, gathering all of your slick in between his pads. You moaned in response, your hands gripping at the bed sheets.

“Shh, it’s okay.. you’ll be okay my flower.”

He pushed one finger, then two, slowly pumping them inside of you and making every sensation feel longer. You were tight, but he loved it— wanting to mold you to his desire. He leaned over your body, his face resting between the crook of your neck as he lapped up any dry blood that was left behind.

Your whimpers filled the room, feeling his fingers curl inside of you. His pace quickened just a bit, giving you time to adjust.

“That make you feel good baby?”

You nodded, the palm of his hand slowly pressing against your bud. He sat up just enough for his face to hover over yours, leaving you no choice but to meet his cold stare.

His fingers worked tirelessly inside of you, giving him a new satisfaction at watching how easily you fell apart for him. Seonghwa pulled his fingers out of you and you heard him quickly unbuckle his belt.

He shuffled in bed, and in seconds he was hovering over you again. Seonghwa pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, rubbing his member in his hand as he tried to prepare you.

He brought his tip to your entrance, dragging it through your slit a couple of times. You arched your back just a bit, his eyes never leaving yours the entire time.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts my flower.”

You nodded, feeling his head push against your opening. He went slow, going a bit further until you whimpered softly. He stopped, looking up at you for any concern. You took a deep breath, signaling for him to continue.

He pressed his thumb against your bud, rubbing it softly to ease the bit of tension you had. You moaned in pleasure, opening your legs to give him more access to you. He pushed his head until it was inside of you fully, a loud gasp escaping your lips.

“So big.. it hurts.”

“Do you want me to stop, baby?” Seonghwa massaged your thigh, giving you a soft smile.

You quickly shook your head no and asked him to continue, reassuring him that you were ready for him. He took your word for it, fucking you slowly with just the head of his cock. You whimpered, unsure of whether if you should feel more pain than you were. It already felt so good, but you knew there was more than just that.

Seonghwa leaned over your body, fitting his head in the crook of your neck. His nose angled with the wound of his previous bite, smelling your sweet blood through its opening. He could hear your heart racing with every inch he gave you and it felt exhilarating to him.

He pushed a bit more, his shaft now molding your tight hole. Your hands flew to his arms, squeezing them tightly as you took a deep breath. He was big— at least to you, this is something you’ve never done before, not even with him.

“Shh baby, you can handle it.”

He fucked you slow and steady, feeling your walls tighten with every thrust. You squeezed him, making his cock throb even more than it was.

“Fuck, fuck… sir— Seonghwa, please..”

He kissed at your neck, trying his best to soothe you but your strong scent distracted him. It tempted him in a way he didn’t want it to.

“Smell— feel so good. You feel so good my lily.”

He was now fully inside of you, molding every inch of your hole to his liking. He used his hand to push your thigh out, opening you even further to give him more access.

Your moans filled the hollow room and your nails dug even deeper into his skin. Seonghwa licked at your wound, sending chills down your spine. He groaned loudly, softly pumping at your sweet spot.

“Just a bite.. just one bite.”

It didn’t even take a second for his fangs to puncture your skin, giving you no warning at all. He sucked hard, getting drunk off of your delicious taste. Your whimpers turned into deep moans, ones of pleasure.

“Sir.. please..”

He pulled away from your neck, blood dripping onto your exposed collarbones and dress.

“Shh..”

You caught his eyes for a second, seeing nothing but dark orbs. He was no longer himself, no longer the man who cared for and was protective of you.

“You’re being such a good girl..” He licked the bits of blood that dripped onto your collarbones, his cock quickening its pace inside of you.

“Just wanna tear this sweet skin to bits.”

Your whimpers were mixed with cries of pleasure as you felt his head pound at your hole. Seonghwa thrusted harder, faster, not even caring for how tight you were. Your walls fluttered around his member, and you felt your legs closing in on his waist.

“Open up baby, I’m trying to be gentle.”

Everything felt blurry, the room felt as if it was spinning with every pump he gave. Seonghwa pushed your legs open and leaned over your body once again, his cock ramming into your pelvic floor. He pulled you in for a kiss, the blood on his lips mixing in with your salvia.

You both moaned into the kiss, butterflies filling into your stomach as your hands came up to cup his cold face. You felt so warm in his grasp and he couldn’t help himself.

His fangs pierced your lip, a bit of blood dripping into his mouth as he tugged at it. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his body closer to yours. Seonghwa kissed down your chin, digging his head under your neck.

“Fuck, so tight.. just wanna ruin you.”

His shaken breaths bounced off your neck, and you could feel yourself getting closer to your high. Seonghwa was just as close, his thrusts getting stronger as he desperately tried to pull you apart.

His cold skin was suddenly warm, face flushed as his heat rushed to his cock. He couldn’t— not just yet, he wanted to hold out, be inside you for just a bit longer.

“Seonghwa…” you mumbled, body shaking.

Your jugular vein was so close, so loud in his ears. He craved to taste, tear it apart, even if it was vital to you. Except he couldn’t, he wouldn’t. He promised not to hurt you.

He sat up, his hands holding onto your waist and giving you a new angle. He fucked you to no end, throwing his head back as his tip teased you. You threw your hands over your face, feeling a tough knot in your stomach as your bliss washed over you. A small white ring formed around his member, turning him on in ways he couldn’t explain.

“Fuck, move your hands baby.. let me see your pretty face.”

You did as he said, your eyes glossy and submissive when his were just dark and cold. His hips jerked and stuttered, unable to keep himself sane. In seconds his hot cum poured inside of you, mixing with the sweet slick you made. His thrusts slowed, making sure every last bit of him remained inside you.

He dragged his fingers across your sensitive bud, watching your body flinch at his touch. He pulled himself out of you softly, a small web of cum leaking from his head. He admired your cunt— how red and swollen it became, how messy his spirts of cum left it.

“You did so well, my flower.”

His eyes softened, realizing the mess of blood that covered your skin and dress. Seonghwa’s eyes widened, becoming fully aware of what he did to you and how he let his monster take over.

“Ah, your delicate skin...”

“It’s okay.” You smiled, sitting up to cup his cheek.

Your warm eyes comforted him, keeping his distracted from the bites left along your body.

“Did I scare you? I’m sorry, I can’t seem to control myself when it comes to you.”

You pulled him in for a kiss, your heart fluttering over how much he cared about you. He sighed of relief, resting his forehead against yours.

You knew he couldn’t control himself, but it wasn’t something he gave up working on. You trusted him regardless, and you knew that even when he wasn’t himself, he was still gentle, still worried about your well being.

That’s exactly why you stayed, why you continue to love him. All of him.

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He greeted you every morning and every night. He knew your routine better than you did. What days you’d be out, how long, even the minor hiccups where you decided to stay out longer or maybe not at all.

It put a smile on his face seeing you, telling you good morning and even trying to make your day by complimenting you.

Except something lurked deeper beneath these simple gestures. San wasn’t just the apartment doorman everyone adored. He was your admirer, your stalker.

“I just don’t understand. My things just keep going missing.”

He recalled you complaining to him. How upset you were that mail, laundry, even perfumes were going missing from your home. You lived in a high class apartment, so every so often a maid would come to clean your house when you were busy with work. You suspected it could’ve been her, but even when she wasn’t here, things were still being stolen.

“Don’t worry my love. I’ll get to the bottom of it for you.”

His reassurance brought you comfort, but what you didn’t know is that it was him. San had access to the keys of every apartment— that was in case of an emergency, but he used it to his advantage.

Just like he was now.

The lights were off, your breakfast half eaten on the island table. The apartment was cold and he wondered why you had the heating off. He walked to your bathroom, catching a glimpse of your shampoo and body washes. He grabbed the soap and turned on the sink to wash his hands with it.

Sweet but fruity, it wasn’t overly strong but wasn’t faint either. He yearned to smell this on your skin. He put the body wash back where it was, being sure to place it as he saw.

San peeked his head out of the bathroom and spotted your room, making his heart almost jump out of his chest. He quickly walked into your room, turning on the lamp to get a better glimpse of the place you felt safest. Your bed wasn’t made, pajamas still spread out amongst the sheets.

He walked over and picked up your shirt, bringing it up to his face and taking in a big whiff. He could smell the faint scent of your body wash mixing with the vanilla lotion he had gifted you the past Christmas. It given him a feeling of possession to know that you used something he chose for you.

He felt his pants squeeze, his member beginning to throb over your scent. It felt so wrong coming into your apartment without you being here, but he didn’t care. If you didn’t know, who could it hurt?

San put the shirt down, finding your laundry basket peeking out from the closet. A creeped smile appeared on his face and he walked toward it, an outline of your undergarments catching his attention. Your bra sat on top of the clothes, making his heart flutter as he stopped in front of it.

He slowly picked up the bra, feeling the wire and small pieces of designed fabric that lined it. It was pretty— a baby pink with white lace lining the edges. He brought it up to his face, shamefully holding it under his nose as he took a small sniff.

“Smells just like you.” he muttered.

His cock strained in his pants, aching to be touched with every breath he took in of your scent. He could just imagine you in this bra, breasts perky and sitting just perfectly in them.

He dropped it back into the basket, walking over to your night stand. One of the drawers were a tad bit opened and he couldn’t help but be nosey. San pulled it out, his eyes immediately falling to the toys laying inside.

Vibrators, dildos, even things made for nipple stimulation all hidden beneath your rows of panties. He felt like he was in heaven. He wondered just how lonely you felt, eager to want and try these on you, to give you a newfound pleasure in touching yourself.

At this point, his cock was pounding, throbbing inside of his pants. He only had so much time before you came home, maybe it was enough time to satisfy his needs and sneak away unscathed.

He grabbed a fresh pair of underwear and closed the drawer, walking over to your desk chair to take a seat. He pulled his pants down jsut enough to reveal his boxers and the large hill that grew in them. He pulled his member from the hole, a large sigh leaving his lips as he grasped it gently. He held your panties close, taking whiffs every few seconds as he began to pump himself.

“Fuck..”

He threw his head back, tip feeling as sensitive as ever. He wrapped your underwear at the base of his shaft, its light blue color illuminating in the light. San thrusted his hand over his tip, every groan growing more filthy than the last as he closed his eyes.

He imagined you in those underwear, nothing but that on. Your chest on full display to him as you fucked yourself senseless in his lap. He could feel them in his hands, squeezing them, running his pads along your nipples.

It’s like he could feel you squeezing around his cock, your sweet spot angled perfectly on his tip. Him imagined your sweet moans filling the room, all while he filled you with his seed.

All the blood poured to his cock, his hand working harder and faster. The closer his high got, the more he smelled your delicious scent. The more he craved you, wanting to hold you so close while he throbbed inside of you.

Suddenly the front door flew open and the sound of your keys echoed down the hall. San froze, heart dropping as he heard you enter the kitchen. He immediately got up, pulling his pants up and crawling under your bed. He stuffed your underwear in his pocket.

He tried to relax his breath, making sure not to make a sound as your steps grew closer. He heard your door creak open, your foot steps walking in and stopping at the edge of your bed. He felt his heart drop at seeing you, hearing you shuffle as you took off your clothes.

San moved slightly, his eyes catching a glimpse of you in the mirror. You’ve already taken off most of your work clothes, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and bra.

His cock twitched, watching as you began to slip your bra off of your shoulders. Your breasts slipped out of the cups naturally, nipples hard and perked. He threatened to let a groan slip, his member straining against his tight slacks.

Soon came your underwear, sliding down your legs gracefully. You dropped them into the hamper, just freely walking throughout your room without any ounce of clothing on. It’s like he was in heaven.

You walked over to your bed and hopped into it, leaving him confused as he wondered your next move. You would’ve headed to the bathroom for a shower by now, you always did after work.

“Come here.”

Your words were breathless, sweet. Calling for something, or someone. San wondered who you were talking to, remaining silent as he didn’t want you to know of his presence.

He heard you roll over in bed, a small sigh leaving your lips. Your eyes glanced to the mirror, catching a shadow under your bed. This confirmed it. He was here, and you knew it.

“I know you’re here San.”

He froze, breath caught as his name rolled off your tongue. He dint want to move, he didn’t want to say anything. His face burned bright red, body heated as he was embarrassed beyond belief.

He didn’t know it, but you had a camera in your living room— motion detected. When he walked in unannounced, naturally your system went off, sending a notification to your phone. Not only that, but he left your bedroom lamp on. Classic.

Usually you’d be creeped out, even a bit scared to even come home, but something about San didn’t leave you that way. You knew he took a liking to you. You knew he was taking your undergarments from the laundry room, but you let him because you liked him too.

Now, you were finally alone with him and he was going to listen to you.

“Are you just gonna sit there in silence? Come here.”

San let out a deep breath of defeat, crawling from under the bed and standing before you. His eyes darted away from your naked body, unsure of where to look without being disrespectful.

You sat up, giving him a smug smile as you reached your hand out. You gripped his shirt, tugging it down toward you. He was inches away from you, face still red like he was drunk off soju.

“Aww, cats out the bag now huh?”

San stayed silent, feeling your grip loosen on his shirt. You grabbed his hand, guiding it against your body slowly. San felt his cock strain behind his pants, your skin soft and warm just as he imagined it to be. You stopped at your breasts, meeting his eyes as his thumb brushed over your nipple.

“Don’t be shy. Touch me.”

He did as you said, his thumb rolling against your nipple. A soft gasp escaped you and you arched your back slightly. He brought his other hand up, cupping your other breast and squeezing at it.

This was everything he wanted— to touch you, feel your body heat up as he felt you up and down. He bent over, bringing his mouth down to your chest.

“Can I?”

You nodded, your hand cupping the back of his neck as he took your nipple into his lips. He sucked on it gently, his other hand tugging at your nipple between his fingers. You brushed his locks softly, feeling his tongue swirl around your nub with a slow motion.

You threw your head back in pleasure, his other hand gripping onto your waist to keep you grounded. His tongue flicked your nipple repeatedly, earning quiet moan out of you.

“So good, Sannie.” you ran your fingers through his black locks, twirling them softly.

“Come, please.”

He looked up at you, watching as your body shifted in bed to make room for him. He immediately crawled on top of you, hands falling to his pants. You made a face and stuck your hand out to stop him, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

“Ah ah, you broke into my house.” you tugged his shirt, pulling him down so his face was mere inches away from yours.

“So unless you want to be fired, I suggest you listen to me.”

San nodded, watching as you spread your legs open for him. Your bare cunt sat right in front of him, wet and sticky. He felt his heartbeat quicken and his cock continued to strain against his slacks, begging to be let free.

San bent over, his face hovering over your soaked heat. You moved your fingers out of the way, letting him take over as his fingers snaked up your thigh. He kissed at them softly, his other hand sliding between your folds. He rolled the pads of his fingers around your clit, treading it slightly.

A small whimper left you, feeling his warm fingers flick at you softly. His lips pecked at your inner thigh, making his way further down. He looked up at you, watching you throw your arms over your face as he played with you.

“So wet my love.”

San pushed a finger inside of you, feeling your walls clench around him in passive motions. He could feel his tip leaking into his underwear, imagining how it would feel with you wrapped around him.

You arched your back, feeling his finger curl inside of you. He pumped you slowly, letting you adjust to him before adding another finger. He stretched you out with just two, his pumps steady as he let you adjust. You squeezed his fingers, your moans getting louder with every push.

“Harder. Please harder..”

He listened to your pleas, increasing the force his fingers dealt to your hole. His lips hung over you, desperate for a taste of how sweet you could be. He kissed just above your bud, watching your body shutter as you tried to prepare yourself.

His lips kissed at your clit, letting his tongue seep through to flick at it softly. A long whine left you, feeling the tip of his tongue swirl around your bud.

“Fuck..” you muttered, your hands brushing through his hair.

San got off on your pressure, rubbing his clothed member against your bed. His soft groans vibrated your cunt and he pulled his fingers out of you. He dragged his tongue up your slit, gathering your sweet liquid. You felt butterflies dance in your stomach, feeling his lips wrap around your bud.

He sucked, and he sucked hard. His tongue moved uncontrollably around your clit, sending a sharp pleasure in your spine as you threw your head up. You met his dark eyes, seeing how this was a moment he’s truly been waiting for.

He worked at you like an animal, moving his head side to side and stuffing his face further into your heat. He used his hands to push your thighs down, giving him more access to you.

“S-san.. fuck, I can’t take it.”

Your moans grew filthy, a mixture of whines and cries filling his ears. He wouldn’t stop, not when this moment was right in front of him. He licked up your slick, sucking you clean, it didn’t matter if he couldn’t breathe. He fucked you with his tongue, his nose rubbing against your flit to give you double the pleasure.

“Ah, fuck, don’t stop please.”

San pushed his cock harder against your bed, the friction becoming unbearable for him. He’d hope you’d let him do more than just touch you. Wishing that you’d let him stuff you with his leaking cock until you begged for mercy.

“Taste so good.. need more.” he muttered, voice barely heard from inside you.

You rocked your hips against his face, pushing his head down. His tongue fucked you relentlessly, lapping up all the juices that threatened to spill out of you.

You felt your stomach turn and tighten, a tingling sensation flowing through your cunt. In seconds you cummed on his face— hard, not giving him anytime to react. You soaked the sheets under you, your slick wetting the entirety of his chin and upper lip. San dragged his tongue in and around you, not willing to leave anything behind.

He got off of you, standing up from your bed and covering his pants. You looked down, moving his hands to reveal a decently sized wet spot on his slacks.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

You laughed, undoing his buckle agonizingly slow. San watched you, holding his breath as you pulled his pants just enough to reveal his wet bulge. You placed your hand against it and squeezed it gently, a desperate groan leaving him. You got onto the floor, looking up at his pleading eyes.

“You want me to play with you, Sannie?”

💌: lowkey… might be one of my favs. i hope yall don’t mind me posting these out of order LMAO