#dilf!ateez

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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They all turn to find Rhea flipping him off after the door slams causing everyone except Julie to gasp shocked by her actions, “Oh please you guys act as if you don't even know me it's embarrassing,” she rolls her eyes taking a seat, “In all seriousness though how are we going to fix this,” she says before handing the small waste bin to Y/N who stared at her with a confused expression, “Oh trust me you're gonna need it in 3..2..1,” and as if on cue she turned her chair before releasing her breakfast into the bin, Rhea holding her hair up as Julie grabbed a cup of water from the dispenser, “there you go. Now please tell me this is due to nerves and not the alternative because if it is then we'll really all be dead,” she turned to Seonghwa who could only look at her with guilty eyes.

“We don't know that's what we were trying to find out when we got called but if it is I take full responsibility for it and will take full blame. I'll say I coerced her and hid it behind your guys’ back. The only reason we're in this mess in the first place is because of me and none of you deserve to lose your livelihoods over me,” Seonghwa admitted.

“Look as much as we may value your valor and selflessness Seonghwa we also enabled it we're all to blame. Even then contracts or not you can't mess with human nature. I'm sure you two aren't the first to do this in the industry and you most definitely will not be the last we'll figure it out little by little,” Rhea reassured them as she rubbed circles on Y/N's back as she took deep breaths, “First things first we find out the cause to your puking spells,” she turns to Y/N as she takes a reluctant deep breath.

Y/N paced back and forth across Seonghwa's trailer as they all waited patiently for the results |. As she turned she quietly to go around again she fought with her inner monologue. “I can't be pregnant, we can't, we used protection, but then his birthday and the beach, god why did i have to be so stupid, but we would have known by now, but i didn't have morning sickness with Elijah so maybe it is just food poisoning but they say that morning sickness depends on the sperm, then if that's the case he sick for that, but then you let him, oh my god i'm beginning to act hormonal, why am I acting like a teen again i'm a grown a-,” she's interrupted by Seonghwa who was now standing in front of her cupping her face. Her eyes widen as she comes to realize he had been trying to get her attention. She sighs the stress beginning to settle in her head and showing in her eyes instead tears welling in her eyes absent mindedly putting a hand over her uterus. Reading her expression he rubs a gentle thumb over her cheek before pulling her close, resting her head over hers rubbing circles on her back.

“You don't have to say anything right now, just listen to me. Whatever that test says I'll be by your side regardless and although I would want more than anything to have a little one of our own and make Elijah a big brother I only want it if you do and when you're ready and if that's not what you want that's okay too. At the end of the day you choose and I'll be there to support you,” Seonghwa finishes kissing the top of her head.

With that the tears begin to flow staining his hoodie. “You got a whole village to back you up this time,” Rhea pipes up, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. Julia gets up to join them in a group hug agreeing. Y/N wipes her tears, sighing happily looking at part of her new village that she had gained since living in LA. Rhea was right even before Elijah was well known news they had always had her back through thick and thin even more so after. She nodded softly, mouthing a silent thank you. She leans against them as the timer rings, the 4 of them turning towards the phone and test laying on the counter. “Do you want me to check for you?” Rhea asks. Y/N shakes her head pulling away from Seonghwa to check. She takes a deep breath picking up the test seeing the two lines present as ever on both tests. She turns to Seonghwa hands softly shaking a bittersweet feeling overcoming her. A mix of excitement of the future and dread from their current predicament. She chokes back a mix of tears and a laugh. “Really?” Seonghwa asks as she only nods in response, causing to envelop her in a tight hug as she smiles in his embrace nestling her head in the crook of his neck. For a short moment it's only those 4 in their own little bubble.

“I'm supposing your reaction means you're | keeping it?” Julie asks cautiously.

“Most likely but it's still all so quick and with everything going on and Elijah,” Y/N rambles.

“Take your time but for now think of you and your family and let us deal with the rest,” Rhea reassures.

“I can't ask you guys to take all that on,” Y/N shakes her head.

“You have enough to worry about, please,” a vulnerable side of Rhea that is rarely shown appearing, “I promise we'll be here when you're ready.”

“Now both of you shoo and go home we'll get to the bottom of this and present a game plan to you later,” said Julie rushing them out before returning, “We have our work cut out for us,” she sighs, turning to face Rhea.

“That we do,” Rhea nods.

Curious on their predicament they decide to go to the doctor wanting a bit more clarity. The nurse walked into the room bringing out the results, “Your tests we're correct you guys are expecting. Congratulations mom and dad to be. All that's left is to find out how far along you are and you'll be on your way until you can see your own doctor which will be in 2 days so if mom you don't mind laying back for me and lifting your shirt bit,” the nurse explained. Seonghwa sensing Y/N's nerves gave her hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance reminding her of their agreement. “If you want we can wait till your appointment no big deal, give you time to think,” he explains.

“No it's ok it's just been awhile,” Y/N says taking a deep breath.

“Nerves are perfectly normal, planned or unplanned, take your time dear,” the nurse reassures.

Y/N lays back giving the nurse a small nod to proceed after lifting her shirt. “Jelly is a bit cold so bear with me,” the nurse explains before proceeding.

~7 years ago~

“And there they are I would say you're about 17 weeks so about 4 months. Let's see if we can get a heartbeat,” the nurse says, turning on the sound, the baby's heartbeat strong and prominent, “perfectly healthy baby, did you want to know the gender, sweetie?” the nurse asked, turning to Y/N.

“No, I'm ok, I don't plan on keeping it. I'm giving it up for adoption and moving on,” Y/N replies with hesitation in her voice her face turned away from the doppler machine not wanting to see it in fear of getting attached, “They'll be better off with someone better suited to be a mother than me,” she sighs taking the towel from the nurse wiping her belly, “Thank you though I appreciate.”

“If you change your mind there are plenty of resources made to help you and your child just let us know,” the nurse explains finishing her chart.

~Present Day~

“There’s the little one, definitely looks like they're getting dad's height but even then i'd estimate you're about 10 weeks out. Let's see if we can get a heartbeat,” the nurse states adjusting the machine, “Here we go sounds strong you guys have a perfectly healthy baby according to your tests,”she beams. The nurse helps her wipe her belly before letting her get up. “Just follow through with your doctor so you guys can begin to discuss birthing plans that work best for you.”

The pair nod, taking the papers as they follow the nurse through the clinic towards the exit thanking her before making their way home. Pulling into the driveway of Y/N's house Seonghwa parks his car taking a deep breath, “I guess we should discuss a plan at least of some sort regardless of the outcome,” he suggests.

“We should, I forgot how much goes into it considering last time I was in straight up fight mode,” Y/N nodded softly, “Are you sure you're okay with having a kid and a baby around. I mean I get Elijah is older but a baby I mean your career is really starting to take off now and a baby takes up a lot of time an-,” she's cut off by him holding her hand.

“Hey we'll figure it out as we go okay. I'm not gonna say i have it all planned but I will say i'm willing to take this challenge on and this risk if you are. We're a team and even the its you who comes first not me you carry the biggest weight both metaphorically and physically. We'll start small, what's our timeline in just chapters we can always discuss details in the days and weeks that come. We have 30 weeks give or take,” he suggests.

“Well first I guess is telling Elijah and then I guess choosing one roof to live under,” she ponders.

“There's a start,” he nods, smiling softly.

The pair headed inside, continuing their conversation, waiting till the boy returned with his adopted grandma from their excursion. As the days went by work was still tense but either his home or hers became their safe haven as they discussed their future and planned while enjoying the moments with just the 3 or 4 of them deciding to reveal the news to everyone either when she started showing or after the third trimester in case of any complications. Seonghwa spent more time away than he liked due to the premiere of his latest project nearing as well as working a contingency with Rhea, Julie, and San, not wanting to stress Y/N any further. Y/N, on the other hand, continued to burn the letters with no return address, claiming to be her parents, believing it to be some cruel joke. When the letters ceased, she believed her suspicions had been confirmed only for her to be proven wrong in the worst way possible.

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❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

You whimpered softly as you tried to go back to sleep, desperately attempting to ignore the growing need down your loins. Hesitantly, you looked over your shoulder towards Seonghwa, who had his back towards you, softly sleeping after that passionate love session you two had just hours before.

"No no no." You internally told yourself. You were not about to wake up your sleeping husband just because your hormones were out of control recently. But it was so hard to control them.

Just as you were about to close your eyes, you felt Seonghwa roll over, one of his arms snaking around to pull your against his bare chest. You didn't need to look at his face to know he was smirking at you.

"Are you needy my darling? Do you require my help?"

Although you shook your head, Seonghwa knew you were lying, especially as he slid his hand in between your legs, finding you to be extremely wet. You bit your lip when he began playing with your clit as his hard on started rubbing against your ass. Truth be told you were slightly embarrased, but Seonghwa didn't mind. Not when he knew the reason you were more needy than usual. Sliding his hand up, he placed it on top of your belly as he began positioning himself at your entrance.

"I forgot how horny you tended to get when you were pregnant love..." He chuckled as he kissed your shoulder, slowly entering you, both of you moaning.

"But I'm not complaining."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho panted profusely, sweat dripping down his temples. Pulling out of you, he groaned at the sight of your hole leaking out his cum, your folds and clit swollen and slightly red after your intense fucking session.

"Oh god..." Yunho sighed, body collapsing right next to yours.

Even though he had managed to once again leave you breathless and with sore thighs, you still wanted him. With much effort, you rolled over and climbed on top of him, immediately grinding your folds against his cock which was starting to get hard again despite his futile attempts not to.

"F-fuck! Y/N." He moaned, eyes staring in between your bodies, lip caught between his teeth as he reveled in the sight of you sinking yourself down on his length once more.

"Baby do I not satisfy your needs enough that you want to try again?" Although he wasn't complaining, he was worried about making sure you were satisfied in bed. He always wanted to make sure your needs were met.

"Oh Yunho, trust me you do an amazing job." Your assuring giggle made him smile up you.

"Maybe you're just so good that you always leave me wanting more." You chuckled, a smirk on your face as you knew that saying things like that would get your husband to give you exactly what you wanted.

"Oh? You want more?" Yunho's expression changed, his hands reaching over to clasp around your hips.

Holding your hips down, Yunho began to slam his hips up, his cock hitting deep inside you with the new angle. You couldn't stop the gasps and whines spilling out from your mouth, most of them getting cut halfway everytime Yunho's cock slammed back inside of you.

"You wanted more and I'm making sure to give you more."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang's hand immediately clasped your own, head whipping over towards you as he shot you a warning look.

"Y/N.....not right here." He gestured over to your butler, who was currently on the driver's seat, making sure you both arrived safely to your destination.

Letting go of you, he settled back in his seat. Unfortunately for him, you were not about to leave him be. Leaning your face against his neck, you began to pepper open mouth kisses along his skin, making sure to gently nibble on the places you knew he was most sensitive in. Yeosang inhales sharply, trying hard to keep quiet.

"God....why is your libido suddenly spiked up?"

You only hummed in response, your hand starting to undo the top of his shirt. Yeosang was about to pull you off him again but a clearing of a throat interrupted you both.

"Sir if you wish to take care of...certain things, I'd be more than happy to turn the music up and give you privacy."

Ever the capable and observing butler, Damian flipped a button on the dashboard of the car, a dark cover immediately sliding up so that anything you two did in the backseat would not be witnessed by the English gentleman, who then proceeded to raise the volume of the stereo.

With no prying eyes around, Yeosang's mood flipped. Looking over at you, he pulled you on top of his lap, hands sliding your skirt up and playing with the top of your panties, snapping the waistband playfully against your hips.

"Now my little nymphet, we have about an hour and a half before we get home. I hope you have enough energy for that."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

Hearing the doorbell ring, San peeked his head out from the back to see who had just come in, his face lighting up when he saw it was you.

"Hey there baby momma." He greeted you with his favorite nickname, walking up to kiss the top of your head.

"Here to help out daddy?"

Although you knew he was not meaning that in a suggestive way whatsoever, you couldn't help but use it to your advantage.

"Actually I was hoping daddy would help me out."

Sitting on top of the table behind you, San's mouth dropped when you suddenly spread your legs and allowed him to see that you weren't wearing any underwear underneath your skirt.

"Oh shit....baby couldn't you wait until I got home?"

You huffed and shook your head.

"No, I really needed you now."

Coming up between your legs, San's hands caressed your sides, lips brushing against your lips.

"You know.... we've really been going at it like rabbits these past days. I wouldn't be surprised if you get knocked up again." He teased in a light hearted manner.

Biting your lip, you began stroking in between his legs, accusing his breath to hitch. San began melting when you started purring against his ear and completely lost it when you said your next words.

"Maybe I want you to knock me up again. Maybe you should. Didn't you say our daughter was getting lonely? Didn't you say once you always wanted a son?"

You gasped when San pressed your back against the table, eyes looking at you with hunger.

"We're trying this until you're swollen with my baby again."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

The last thing Mingi was expecting to come home to was the sight of you in one of his favorite lingerie pieces, layed out on the bed with a mischievous look on your face.

"Now just what exactly are you up to now little lady?" He chuckled as he loosened up his tie.

"I want you to play with me." You answered as you held up a pair of handcuffs.

Slowly making his way towards you, Mingi studied you for a second, looking absolutely sexy in that half undone button up white shirt and tight dress pants that accentuated his thick thighs. Noticing you checking him up, he laughed softly.

"Even after all this time, you're still attracted to me?" He tilted his head at you.

"If I say yes, will you oblige and fuck me dumb like you always do?"

Mingi pretended to think about it for a moment, loving to play hard to get with you. Sighing softly, he shook his head.

"I don't know.... it's pretty late my dear..."

Huffing in disappointment, you began to sit up and set the handcuffs on the night stand.

"I knew old age would eventually catch up to you geezer and you'd be no fun."

Furrowing his eyebrows, Mingi sat you back down on the bed when you attempted to get up.

"Now hold on little lady, I'm not old and I'm most certainly not tired."

Licking his lips, he pushed his body on top of yours, reaching over for the handcuffs as he took one of your wrists and pinned it above your head.

"You wanna play? All right little lady.... you know my rules."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung quietly slipped out of the bed, trying hard not to disturb you. He smiled as one of his hands gently ruffled your head, his mouth muttering something about you being cute as he tried hard not to snort at your awkward position.

Making his way into the bathroom, he stepped inside the large shower, turning on the water at a lukewarm temperature. He closed his eyes and let the water splash all over his body, hoping it would help him fully wake up and prepare for the day's activities.

He was so engrossed in his shower that he didn't notice you came in until you wrapped your arms around him from behind.

"Oh babe, don't scare me like that." He clutched his chest.

Leaning in, you pressed small kisses along his shoulders.

"I'm sorry baby. I just really wanted to join you."

Wooyoung was not fooled by your seemingly innocent tone, especially when one of your hands traveled down to brush along his length.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you just want me to fuck you."

You giggled as you fully wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking his shaft at a leisurely pace.

"You know me so well." You chuckled.

Spinning you around, Wooyoung pressed you up against the marble wall, one hand automatically wrapping your leg around his waist as he positioned his cock at your entrance.

"I don't know what has gotten into you or what you're taking lately that's making your sex drive spike up..."

You gasped when he fully inserted himself in you, his other hand fully lifting you, his biceps fully turnt out as they supported you.

"But I love it."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

"Well hello Mrs. Choi. What brings you here on such a lovely day?" Jongho greeted you with his usual smile reserved only for you.

Rounding his work desk, you approached him with slow and sensual steps, making sure to accentuate your hips.

"I wanted to come pay my husband a visit." You winked at him.

Jongho chuckled when you suddenly straddled his lap, your hands wrapping around his neck as you pulled him in for an intense kiss. After a few minutes of making out with you, Jongho pulled back to catch his breath, lips already swollen from how much you nibbled and bit at them.

"I have to say Mrs. Choi, your husband sure is one lucky man."

Pressing his nose against yours, Jongho pecked you once more before raising an eyebrow at you.

"Now I know my little vixen is up to something. You don't just come over to the office to pay me a visit just because you missed my handsome face." He joked, one of his fingers booping your nose.

Biting your lip, you began grinding against his hips, making him aware of the problem you've been having.

"Oh I see...."

Making you get up, Jongho began undressing you, much too slow for your liking. You wanted, needed him desperately and he was not making it easier. Finally standing in front of him nude, Jongho walked you over and pressed you against the glass window that overlooked the city and other buildings. You gasped when one of his hands came to start playing with your clit while the other began taking himself out of his pants.

"Now my little vixen, let's show everyone else what a horny nymphomaniac you've been lately."

probably giggles a little bit when you gag

then pushes you down further on his cock until you're comfy

won't fuck your face yet because he's trying to be a gentle boy c:

won't stop moaning about how well you're doing

and then cums down your throat

bonus points if you swallow it, he'll just fall even more in love with you

and then finally he rewards you by touching you

will whisper filth like "yeah, you like that? like it when i touch you like that?" while he runs a finger along your core, using your wetness to rub your clit

then when you're wet enough, lets you discover the joy of being eaten out

teasing little shit

licks slowlyyy up your core just to get a reaction

until you're a shaking mess around him and grinding your hips up against his tongue

he loves corrupting you to be needy for his touch

will want you to cum on his tongue at least twice just because of how pretty you sound

so by the time he actually fucks you you're already a mess

will give you soft kisses and an "i love you" before he enters you

"hold my hand baby, okay? tell me when to move. that's it, good girl, you're doing so good for me."

will rail you with no mercy, and you see a little bit of demon san slip through

he's wearing a condom, but still has a cum/breeding kink

"fuck, i'm gonna fill you up so good baby. gonna stuff you with my cum."

when you both cum, prepared to be showered in praises and kisses

probably gets a bit sappy and sentimental after

thinking of how much he loves you, and his future with you

"was it okay? are you feeling okay? did you feel good?"

will not rest until he's sure that you enjoyed it and are okay

————

“Welcome! One second please!” You heard a loud voice echo through the shop the moment it's little doorbell rang.

You stood there, a little overwhelmed by all the different smells and colours right in front of your eyes, while the door closed behind you.

Why you were here? Well. It was your boss’ birthday and you forgot to buy something. It was 8:18 in the morning, you were in full working attire, and had just stumbled out of the bus when you realised what day it was.

And looking up from your feet, the first thing you saw was “Golden Flower”.

Maybe your curiosity played a big role in it as well but now you were standing inside of it.

While you were still observing the beautiful flower arrangements, a man suddenly appeared in front of you.

“Hello! How can I help you?” You were greeted by a tall male that was nearly swinging around the shelf next to you. You flinched a bit at the sudden appearance, making him chuckle. “I’m sorry, welcome to the golden flower!” He said, causing you to smile instantly.

“Thank you! I’m here to get some birthday flowers for my boss.” You answered, giving him a warm smile. “Oh I see.. you forgot to buy something?” He asked, slowly leading you inside the shop. “How did you-?” You were a bit baffled by his instant guess.

“Oh to be honest, that’s what most people buy when they come inside. Others like to observe the shop more than buying something.” He explained, catching you off guard. That was exactly what you had been doing the last few weeks.

“Because it’s magical…” You whispered, more to yourself. “Huh?” He seemed surprised, maybe a bit curious as well.

“Oh nothing! Then you probably have what I need right?” You then asked, looking at the flowers around you.

“Oh for sure. But we always have what you need.” He responded in a really sweet voice, making you chuckle. “We?” You questioned, receiving a nod.

“Seonghwa? We have another “I forgot to buy flowers for my boss”, you know what to do!” He suddenly called out, walking towards the counter.

“Seonghwa?” You asked, tilting your head slightly. “Oh right, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Jung Yunho, the owner of golden flower, and the beautiful man that is about to come out here is Park Seonghwa, my trustworthy coworker.” While introducing himself, he gently tapped the name card on his chest.

“I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you Mister Jung!” You answered, slightly bowing your head. “Oh please, I don’t usually mind being called mister, but Yunho is enough.” He winked at you, before turning around, getting something from behind the counter.

Did he just wink at me? You thought, feeling your cheeks heating up.

“Oh come on Yunho take it slow. You’re scaring them away..” A second voice appeared before someone stepped through the door which was probably leading to the back of the shop.

You had already thought that Yunho was really handsome but the man that stepped through that door was on a whole different level. In complete contrast to the shiny golden hair of Yunho, he had dark brown, nearly black hair and his whole appearance was relatively fierce. If not for the bouquet in his hands, you wouldn’t believe that he was working in a flower shop.

Yunho on the other hand seemed to be made for this job. His whole appearance was flowery. The bright hair and skin and his yellow apron around his surprisingly small waist made him seem like the word happiness as a person.

“Hello Y/n, my name is Seonghwa. Nice to meet you.” The dark haired man introduced himself, lying the bouquet down on the counter. You slightly bowed again. “Nice to meet you too. That’s a beautiful bouquet.” You said, fascinated by the colours that were so different, yet matching perfectly.

“Thank you.” Seonghwa responded, making place for Yunho who pulled out some ribbons.

You watched in awe as his long fingers smoothly moved around the stem of the bouquet. He cut off some thorns and irregularities while wrapping the colourful ribbon around it. During that whole process you couldn’t help but stare at his gentle hands. Something about the way they were moving was intruding, creating the wish that you were the ribbon, or the bouquet, but you wanted to be held by him.

“Sooo, finished.” Yunho said, snapping you out of your day dream. “I hope you like it!” He held the flowers in front of your face, making it look like he was proposing to you.

“Y-yes they look amazing!” You answered, quickly taking them out of his hands. “How much do I owe you?” You asked, already searching for your wallet.

“Nothing.” Yunho responded, making you look up in confusion. “But-“

“No buts. Take them. Don’t worry.” He said, a big smile on his face. You looked at Seonghwa, searching for any kind of sign that he was joking. Hoping that he would tell you the price so you could pay and go without feeling guilty. But Seonghwa just turned around as if he heard nothing.

“Uhm okay… thank you?” You were still unsure about it. And you were unsure about the weird tickling feeling building up in your stomach. Why were you so happy? It’s just flowers…

You quickly fixed your clothes before turning around and heading to the door. You couldn’t look at that smile one second longer or your heart would burst.

“Thank you and please come again soon!” Yunho said before you opened the door to leave. The cold wind hit your face as you began to walk down the street, heading to your office.

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“Yunho. Is there any particular reason you decided not to take money from our first customer in days?” Seonghwa asked nearly face palming himself.

But Yunho was still staring at the door. Not paying attention to Seonghwa at all.

"you want my kids to catch us, don't you? you want them to see how needy you get for me."

his hips slamming into yours. his chuckle sends vibrations throughout your body. you try and muffle your moans, but ailed miserably.

"f-fuck ah- please hwa- gonna cum."

you whimper, clenching down onto his cock. he grunts, a hand slithering between your sweaty bodies to circle over your clit.

your back arches, pushing your chest against his. his lips find yours, groaning into them.

"yea, you gonna cum? gonna cum on daddy's cock?"

you whine, hiding your face in his neck. he fucks into your tight hole with vigor, chasing his release. you bite down on his shoulders, trying to hide your obscenely loud moans.

"daddy fuck- gonna cum."

you cry out, squirming under him. his cock slams into your cunt with brute force. he occupies his mouth by sucking marks along your collarbones and chest.

your back arches painfully, a muffled cry leaving your mouth. your walls spasm as your organs hits you. he moans at the way your pussy grips him.

"fuck daddy, please. fill me up. want it."

you babble, moaning into his ear. he moans against your chest, his hips losing rhythm.

"fuck princess, gonna fill you up. gonna fill this tiny cunt with my cum."

he rambles, cock throbbing as his pending orgasm rips through him. he groans loudly into your skin, pace faltering as he coats your insides with his cum.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

It was still the early hours of dawn yet Seonghwa was fully awake. His hand was tenderly caressing your hip as he continued to admire your body. Although he had done a lot of that the night before, it still wasn't enough for him. Every mark on your body that detailed the pregnancy you went through was absolutely beautiful for him.

Unable to bear it any longer, he slowly crawled his way underneath the blanket where he positioned himself right in between your thighs. He started off by peppering kisses along your stretch marks, his tongue occasionally poking out every now and then. When he finally reached your mound he didn't hesitate to start licking tenderly and slowly at your folds, trying not to abruptly wake you up.

You thought you were in a lucid dream until you opened your eyes and saw someone shuffling under the covers. Pulling some of the blanket to the side, your head rested back on the pillow as you let out a moan when you saw Seonghwa's head buried deep between your legs.

"Morning gorgeous." He greeted you as he smiled against your clit before giving it a suckle that made you want to squirm away from him, but his hands on your thighs prevented you from moving.

"Just stay down and get comfortable beautiful. I'm not coming out of here for a while."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

"I don't wanna get up just yet." You let out a croaked whine as you nestled closer against your equally half tired half awake husband.

"We don't have to, it's still pretty early." He told you as the arm that was wrapped around you lightly tapped on the side of your hip.

You tried to wrap one leg over Yunho's but your face grimaced as you felt the dull sting of his thrusts from the night before. Noticing your reaction, Yunho chuckled.

"Did I accidentally go too rough on you? Did I break you yet again?" He cooed mockingly at you as he pinched your nose, which made you irritated.

"N-no! I'm fine actually. In fact I'm so fine that I could probably ride you with no issues at all." You proudly boasted.

"Oh yeah? Prove it then baby." He taunted you, not actually expecting you to follow through but you surprised him when you got up and pulled his shirt off you and climbed on top of him, albeit with a little difficulty but you did. Yunho watched you with a smirk as you began pumping him in your hand.

"Do you still have energy left to go for another round though?" You teased him as you gave him a tight squeeze.

"Trust me doll, I never run out of energy if it means fucking your tight pussy."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

"What are you doing?" You sleepily asked when you awoke to find Yeosang staring right at you.

"Admiring you before I have to go." He answered with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

You both looked over at the clock, knowing that soon the house and its occupants would soon be bustling and it would be best if Yeosang snuck back into his room.

"I don't wanna leave. I wanna stay here with you." He huffed as he layed back down on the bed with you.

You swore he acted more like a child than his daughter did, confirmed by how now you tried to get him out of your bed, which he was very reluctant about.

"You'll see me later tonight anyways, it'll only be for a few hours." You reminded him as you helped him gather his clothes that had been scattered about on the floor.

"I'll miss you so much." He pouted at you.

You were about to roll your eyes but then you got an idea. Stopping him before he threw his shirt on, you sunk down to your knees and took hold back his cock which instantly got hard at your touch.

"Then let me leave you with something so you don't miss me too much.."

Yeosang shuddered when your lips kissed his head, your tongue dipping into his slit.

"And so you have something to look forward to tonight."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

Head thrown back against the softness and the pillow as lewd moans spewed out of your mouth, your fingers were tangled in the back of San's hair as he continued to swallow and suck at your nipples, his hands pressing hard against your squishy skin so he'd be able to gulp down more of your milk.

"Sannie...please." You whimpered out, yet he made no answers nor did he move from where he was. Calling out to him once more and even tugging his hair harshly, you finally got a response from him.

"Hmm?" He hummed quietly yet went back to his previous task of breastfeeding from you.

"Stop being selfish, that milk is also for our daughter." You reminded him as you tried to move him from your chest, which resulted in him latching into your nipple with more intensity.

"You were mine before you were her mom, I think I deserve to get my fair share of enjoying your body as I want. Don't get me wrong I love our princess and I don't regret having her, but last night was the first time in a while that I finally get you all to myself and I'm going to take advantage of it."

Dipping his tongue back in between your breasts, San let out a soft chuckle as he kneaded your mounds.

"Besides you produce more than enough milk baby mama. Got your shirts getting wet patches from all the milk pouring out of your tits."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You were awoken when you felt Mingi, who was still nestled inside of you, slightly pull in and out of you. You weren't too fazed by this, you guys often tried cockwarming, especially if the night before you guys were being a little naughty. There was just something heartwarming about having him stay inside you after he fucked you sore.

"Still wanna go?" Mingi asked. Even though you had explicitly told him to fuck you awake, he still wanted to make sure you'd still be up for it.

You didn't even respond, you simply pushed yourself back onto him after he had pulled out of you. Getting the hint, Mingi helped you onto all fours, which automatically excited you. Soon he was pulling moan after moan out of your mouth as his hips slammed into you from behind, one hand reaching over to stimulate you further by rubbing your clit.

"You gotta be quiet love." He teased as his other hand came over to cup over your mouth, effectively muffling all the loud noises coming out of it.

"Our angel is sleeping in the other room and if she hears us, she'll wake up."

He purposefully made it harder for you as he jolted his hips up, further ramming himself in you.

"So let's try to not get caught."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"She's going to wake up any second now." Although you tried to reason with Wooyoung, you made absolutely no attempt to get him off you. Instead you simply melted into his kisses and caresses, still high from the blissful night you two shared just a few hours ago.

"No she won't. She's been sleeping a lot more recently." He assured you as he raked his teeth along your shoulder blades, threatening to leave marks plastered on you.

"Yes but- oh fine. But we have to be quick about it..just in case." You told him.

"Quick you say? Ok then."

You let out a squeak when Wooyoung flipped over and pulled you on top of him with no warning. At first you were confused when he started shifting you around, but after he began turning you, you understood what he was aiming for. You let him guide you so your ass was right on top of his face, your dripping pussy inches away from his mouth. Bending over, you brought your mouth over to his cock, licking his shaft which made him jitter under you.

"Fuck! Oh shit." Not wanting to let you get away with teasing, Wooyoung layed his tongue flat on your lips before curling it upwards so it could flick at your clit, eliciting a response from your body.

"Remember, we gotta be quick about it. So start sucking baby."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho looked up amusedly, sleep still in his eyes, at your tantalizing figure that was now rutting itself against one of his thighs.

"I'm up." You simply stated while continuing to grind on him.

"I can see that very well my little vixen. And now I'm up." You both laughed quietly at his double sensed joke.

Effortlessly picking you up with his hands, Jongho settled you down on his cock, now making you grind your slick folds along his thick length that was hardening even more now.

"This horny this early love?" He raised an eyebrow at you yet never stopped moving you.

"Can't help it. You left me wanting more after last night." You shyly admitted.

"Oh? Is that so? You want more. I'll give you more."

Aligning himself on your entrance, Jongho and you simultaneously hissed, you from the stretch he gave you and he from the way your walls hugged around his shaft.

"Baby, hold onto the headboard." He instructed you and you promptly obeyed with no hesitation.

"Because I'm not going easy on you. I'm starting my morning off by fucking you dumb."