#dilfteez

You stormed up the stairs with great difficulty; the kitten heels you were once so excited to wear tonight soon made you regret ever buying them in the first place. Your heart hammered against your chest, the cosmopolitans from earlier burning through your veins and throwing off your balance. 

You slammed the bedroom door and collapsed onto the bed, chest still rising in ragged, hot breaths. If Jongho had any sense, he’d leave you here to fume and sleep on the couch for the night. You didn’t want to see his face, not after the stunt he pulled. The thought of sleeping alone in the big bed gave you brief comfort until you heard his steady footsteps climbing the stairs.

The door creaked open. He slipped in quietly, his eyes searching for yours, but you kept your gaze fixed on the floor. He lingered at the threshold before you and let out a slow sigh. You braced for the usual. His irritatingly calm lectures about how you were overreacting and being overly sensitive, how you’ve made a scene over nothing, and whatever bullshit he could spew to divert the issue back to you. But instead, he crossed the room and sank to his knees. You could feel his fingertips softly brushing against your ankle as he gently unbuckled the straps on your heels. 

You kicked his hands off you before turning your body away from him. “I can do it myself. I don’t need your help.” You said, your voice sharp like knives. 

He sighed again, finally growing tired of your attitude. “When are you going to stop acting like a child?” 

Your head whipped around. “A child?!” you spat. “When are you going to start acting like a grown-ass man?”

Jongho huffed, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair. “I’m not the one throwing a tantrum over semantics. Seriously, Y/N, you’ve been acting like a brat all night and embarrassing me in front of all my work friends.” 

You rolled your eyes at the mention of them, those men who couldn’t keep their eyes off you, whispering and smirking about the younger woman on his arm. You already knew what they were thinking. A young, twenty-something woman getting involved with a wealthy man in his 40s? There was no way you were safe from rumors. “Oh, please. You were embarrassed by me the second we walked in.”

Jongho furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about?” 

You sat up, arms crossed tightly over your chest. “You introduced me as your girlfriend. Do you know how humiliating that sounds?”

He blinked at you, genuine confusion marking his features. “Well, aren’t you my girlfriend?”

You could feel the heat rising to your ears, ready to explode. “We’ve been together four years, Jongho. We live together. You’ve met my parents. I’m your emergency contact. ‘Girlfriend’ sounds so juvenile, so temporary, like a fling. People hear that and think we’re not serious, and I hate it. After everything, don’t you think I deserve to be called something more…mature? Partner, significant other, fiancé—”

You stopped yourself, cheeks burning as you felt Jongho’s wide eyes on you. You quickly looked away, cursing yourself for bringing up the F word. You knew Jongho was married before you met him. The divorce was messy, and it had done its damage. He never said it out loud, but you could tell his views on marriage had changed. Any time the topic came up, he’d shy away from it. 

“That’s what this is about?” He said, “You want to get married?” 

Your throat tightened. You’d imagined it countless times: walking toward him in a white dress, hearing him call you his wife. But suddenly the fantasy felt too heavy to admit.

“I don’t know,” you muttered. “I just don’t want people thinking I’m some college kid screwing her professor. Don’t you want us to be married one day?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his hand brushed your ankle again. You watched as he slipped the heels from your swollen feet, lining them neatly to the side. “Your feet are so red,” he murmured, frowning as he rubbed the sore skin.

You yanked your leg back, anger flaring again. “You always change the subject whenever we talk about this.”

His face tightened with guilt. He hated having this conversation. He loved you, of course, he did. You had brought him back to life. Picked him back up and gave him a new purpose. He was forever grateful to you for that. But for the time being, he thought he was done with married life. Jongho struggled with commitment. He didn’t want to admit it, but he felt he’d curse you both if he proposed to you. Why ruin a good thing, anyway? What difference would marriage bring? You were together now, and that was all that mattered. But of course, he couldn’t tell you that. However, he still wanted to be honest. 

“Oh, Y/N,” he said softly, running a hand along your leg reassuringly. “I love you. You know I’m serious about us. I just…I need time. Ten years of marriage…it changes you. I don’t know if I can give you the answer you want right now. But if it’s about what I call you, partner works. I can do that.”

You remained quiet, unsatisfied with his response. Why was this so hard for him? Was marrying you really that terrifying? Did he have that little faith in what you two had built these past few years?

His hand squeezed gently at your thigh, pulling you from your thoughts. “Hey,” he said, voice low, almost pleading. “Please don’t be upset about this.”

When you didn’t respond, he leaned closer. Goosebumps prickled along your skin as his warm lips grazed your knee, then pressed another kiss, and another, each one drifting higher. You kept your gaze fixed on the ceiling, determined to ignore his gentle touches.

“My beloved…my darling…my muse…” he murmured between kisses, his mouth pausing at the soft skin of your inner thigh. Your chest rose in a shaky breath, but you forced yourself to stay composed, refusing to give in so easily, even as your core twitched at his touch.

“...my better half…my angel…my lover…my dream girl…”

Each word tugged at your restraint, pushing you closer to surrender. “Y-you’re not listening to me..” Your breathing got heavier, and despite your efforts to hide it, Jongho noticed. 

Giving up, you looked down at him, and the sight made your chest ache. Even with the faint wrinkles around his eyes and the etched lines at the corner of his mouth, he still had this cheeky, boyish charm that never failed to drive you crazy. 

“...jongho, please, I’m not in the-”

His other hand pressed against your thigh, coaxing it open as he gently spread you apart. He never looked down. His gaze stayed locked on yours as his fingers tugged your dress higher, the fabric pooling at your waist.

His head dipped, lips brushing the inside of your thigh with another lingering kiss, but his eyes never strayed. That steady stare made your pulse quicken more than the warmth of his mouth ever could.

“…my baby…my sweetheart…” he whispered against your soft skin. His lips curved into the faintest smile as he kissed you slowly again, and again. “Whatever you want,” he breathed, “I’ll call you whatever you want me to.”

He traced his finger over your clothed slit, stopping exactly where your nub waited for him. He moved them in agonizingly slow circles, forcing you to bite back a moan. You knew what he was doing. It was the classic Jongho move- touching you in ways he knew you liked, making you feel so good to the point that you forget you were ever mad at him. Each time, you tried your hardest to resist, but even now, your brain was fighting with your hips. 

Without thinking, you finally lost yourself, inching your hips closer to him and widening your legs ever so slightly. Jongho cracked a sly smile, pleased by how your body never denies him. His finger was now soaked with your juices, and he stayed focused on the wet patch staining your fabric. 

As he pressed just the right pressure onto your clit, your head fell back past your shoulders, and a soft sigh escaped your lips. “Baby…I want you to call me baby.”

You could hear him chuckling. “Baby,” he spoke softly, almost like he was pouting, “you’re so wet…what are we gonna do about this, hmm?”  

Jongho hooked a finger around your panties and pushed them to the side. His hot breath fanned over your exposed skin, making you buck your hips in anticipation. He pressed his hand on your thigh, locking you in place. “Hold on, baby, I just wanna look at it…”

Four years together, and you still felt shy in moments like this. “Jjongie, please,” you whined, cheeks burning from his gaze. Jongho ignored your sweet pleas. His fingers spread your puffy lips open ever so gently, watching your juices spill in awe. He massaged them slowly and with expert care, forcing a soft mewl out from your lips. You quivered once his tongue made contact, licking you in long, achingly slow drags that tested your patience. 

Just then, he pressed his thumb to your needy clit, pulling it taut as he worked his tongue faster inside of you. “Yes..y-yes..” you moaned, your voice getting shakier. You rested back on your elbows, watching him in awe as he devoured you. 

Jongho wanted to take his time with you. He could eat you out for hours just to make it up to you. It’s like he needed you to know how much you meant to him, especially since he was no good at expressing it to you in words during times like this. His lips found your now swollen nub, and he latched onto it tightly and sucked. You gasped at the suction, your hands reaching down to grab at his soft hair while anticipation filled your stomach. 

“You treat my pussy so good,” You blurted as you dissolved into pleasure. Jongho hummed at the comment, pressing soft kisses to your tender skin. He lifted his head once he was done, locking eyes with you. His lips glistened with your wet juices, a bit of drool dripping down to his chin. You chucked, reaching a hand out and wiping it away with the pad of your thumb. Jongho turned his head to kiss the side of your hand. 

“Come here,” You whispered with need laced in your voice. He obeyed and leaned in, leaving a trail of kisses from your lower stomach up to your nipples, finally meeting your lips. You eagerly licked his lips, tasting yourself on him. Caressing his strong arms, you moaned, feeling the contrast of their softness and firmness. He pulled you closer, embracing you tightly, and you melted into his chest.

Jongho shifted, lying back against the headboard, and pulled you into his lap. Your back rested against his warm chest as he nipped at your neck. He dragged his thick cock over your slit, and you reached down, grasping his length, pumping and rubbing him against your clit.

"Fuck, baby,” he hissed, enjoying the sight of your tiny hand around his big cock. You guided him into your entrance, watching as he filled you. A gasp escaped your lips at the stretch, and you paused to adjust.

You kissed him deeply, biting his lower lip as you rolled your hips. Jongho responded by spreading your thighs, opening you wide. He held onto your thighs and thrust his hips, fucking you hard and deep, making you dizzy with pleasure.

Throughout the night, you cried out his name over and over again. Jongho was determined to fuck you until you broke, and it seemed he was going to get what he wanted. “You’re so loud, baby,” He teased. “Like my cock this much?”

He could feel you getting closer. Your pussy clamped around him so tight, it would be seconds before you met your release. As your climax approached, you felt his fingers grasp your chin, forcing you to look at him. He crashed his lips onto yours, growling, “Yes, baby, cream on it, I need it."

Your breath hitched as you came. Your juices mixed and flowed down your leg. “Jongho!” you cried. He held your hips, slowly moving you up and down his length, milking every drop.

Breathing raggedly, he stared down at your joined bodies as your cum leaked, dripping down his big balls. He chuckled, swirling his fingers through the mixture and rubbing it on your clit. “You came so much. I guess you're not mad anymore?”