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[jaerontaemo]

240414 — Taeyong bbl update

Its a wonderful Sunday ㅎㅎ

Did you all receive my present well ?

Its the last day on bubble

The members cut my hair ㅋㅋ

Jungwoo started it, but it was too short … uhm, uhm, but it's much better like this ㅋㅋㅋ

I always wanted to try skinhead ㅋㅋ

The only concept i havent tried yet. Its kind of hip.

I've dyed my hair ash grey

My head (shape) that I met for the first time in my life ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Hey why do you look like this ㅋㅋㅋ

Ash grey was a drip …

Anyway, I am healthy and will get healthier. I hope y/n will be the same. ㅎㅎ

I found out that the cover song was on the same day I uploaded “you were beautiful” last year !!!! ㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎ I unintentionally somehow became a romantic person. I didn't mean to … Every year, what should I do on that day? ㅋㅋㅋ It's amazing. I wonder what next year will be like. A year goes by so quickly.

And I thought a lot about where should I post my pretty head first ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ And who finished it ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Here on bubble is still precious to me because I think it was the space where we had the most memories.

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I'm the 2nd kimvenchy

Dont be too surprised

It feels so good to wash my hair

[kcake555]

Taeyoung cake 🍰

cravity

[nctzzzenn]

[ayushipop]

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[tddyhyck]

nobody baby but you and me [ s.jn ]

pairings ⇢ stepdad!johnny x fem!reader / side jaehyun and mark with reader / side mom and johnny

warnings ⇢ 18+, stepcest, loss of virginity, grooming, piv sex, squirting, piss in all forms, mutual masturbation, multiple orgasms, intercrural sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, improper birth control use, painful sex (blood), period sex, sexual situations in church, creepy johnny, priest taeyong, pet names (dad, daddy, kiddo, baby, little one/girl, etc.), allusions to drugging but not with reader

word count ⇢ 24.9k 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

a/n ⇢ hi hi final part alert!! i might post some bonus stuff for these two eventually most likely on ao3 but we shall see i just love them so much 🥺🥺🥺

pt 1 ⇢ our secret, right?

pt 2 ⇢ practice makes perfect

masterlist | ao3 | kofi

the saturday before your big day passed extremely slow. your mom was home and she was in a bad mood, something about one of her clients and you didn’t really care enough to listen. you were too busy daydreaming about tomorrow, your excitement bubbling in your tummy and wetting your panties. 

your dad had gotten you up extra early to give you your cunny pill since your mom was home. he’d let you lay in bed while he put it in your open mouth and let little spurts of piss splash on your tongue. he moaned as you wrapped your lips around the head and stroked his cock drinking every drop. 

you felt so squirmy all day your cunny begging for him to touch it but you knew he couldn’t. he found you pouting in his office laying your head in his big rollie chair missing his smell. 

“what are you hiding in here for,” he teased, squatting down on the floor beside you. 

“miss your cock smell, miss you, want your cock, dad,” you whine. 

“aww i know baby, soon as mom’s bed time comes i’ll give you a long cunny inspection. stretch your cunny for tomorrow,” he rubs a big hand over your head. 

“i know, i want her to sleep now though. she’s so annoying, i just want to live with dad in our own house where i can play your wife and get touched anytime,” you lean into his touch pouting. 

“would you like that?” you nod. “hmm, maybe dad can see about leaving with you. we can pack our stuff and go live at the beach.” johnny had been waiting for this, planning it all out. he’d already bought the beach house so all he needed was the moment you asked him to leave to run away with you. 

“yes yes pleaseeee dad,” your smile shows again. “i wanna live with dad far away and never see mom again.”

“you sure about that? we’ll have to think about it a lot,” he reminds you rubbing his thumb over your mouth. 

“yeah i’m so sure. i just wanna be able to have dad’s cock or fingers or mouth all the time. i wanna have dad and daughter time every single day i love dad so much,” you ramble. the idea of being with him forever and ever just you two makes you so happy you can’t stand it. 

“mmm well this is our secret to think about,” he holds a pinky and you take it. 

“would you miss mom?”

“mmm not when i have you. i love you so much more than her, love your cunny and clitty more. love your pretty face and smart brain. i wouldn’t even realize she was gone,” it’s true. he really didn’t care a single bit about her. all his i love you’s were as fake as the orgasms he pretended to have. and your mom well all she’d miss is the control, keeping you under her thumb and johnny would love to offer you some freedom. 

“you really love me more? even like kissing me more?” you ask shyly. 

“oh yes, baby, i wanna kiss you all the time. i wish you were my wife instead my pretty girl in my bed every morning, naked all day with me, just my girl, my baby, my daughter, and my wife,” he tells you. 

“dad you make my heart so bouncy. i never felt like this before,” you admit. 

“really? that’s because we have our special relationship. when dads and daughters love like we do it makes our hearts go really fast and our tummies get swirly and our parts tingly. you know special relationships like this can let us get married one day.”

“oh dad i wanna marry you.”

“me too baby, you’d be such a perfect wife for dad. you already are a perfect daughter,” he coos brushing your hair behind your ear. 

“dad can we do that? get married and go to the beach forever?”

“mhmm we’ll think more about it okay? but me and you we’re together forever.” you nod as he leans in pressing his lips to yours letting you slip your tongue into his mouth. you whimper leaning into him holding his shoulder as you flick your tongue and slide it behind his teeth before he sucks you into his mouth. he loved how clumsy you still were, kissing him like you thought people did even if you were just pushing your tongue to his craving his taste. 

“how about you take a shower baby, that will get your mind off your mom.” he offers after pulling away. “you can clean your cunny really good for me and it will be dinner soon.”

“that’s a good idea, dad. i wish you could wash me. you do it so good like your fingers cleaning my cunny,” you lean onto his shoulder. 

“i know baby, but you’re a grown up tomorrow so you will have to show me how good you can clean your cunny,” he convinces you easily. 

“you’ll still clean my cunny and inspect me even when i’m a grown up right?”

“oh of course, dad will always give you cunny inspections and help you wash,” he confirms. 

“i’ll go shower. i’m gonna think about you the whole time and clean my cunny so good it will sparkle,” you grin, lifting yourself up off the floor and lugging him with you. 

“sparkle? oh that’s impressive, i can’t wait to see it,” he smiles, turning you away and patting your butt to get you moving. you giggle scampering out of the room wiggling your butt to him as you exit. 

he wonders if you know you’re killing him. your innocence melting into his perversion, he can’t stop himself from turning you into a cock hungry girl and he loves it. now you want to run away with him, it's all of his fantasies working out. taking you far away, saving you from your mom so he can corrupt you. turn you into the perfect sex daughter who wants to marry her dad wants to be her dads wife and daughter. 

he sits in his office chair logging into his computer, he scrolls through his folders finding one labeled with your name. he smiles at the organization, folders of dates with pictures from his early days of watching you before he even talked to your mother. he finds his document filled with his plan double clicking it open. 

he scrolls down past all of his checked boxes indicating completed tasks with you. from first orgasm, to first kiss, first exam, he’d written separate documents detailing each moment with you each special time as they built up to the night before he takes your virginity. 

he got hard every single time he looked at your folder and at his master plan. everything was working perfectly, you were so easy, so desperate for attention you didn’t notice how wrong everything was and he fucking loved it. he scrolled down past all the special moments finding the section labeled future. 

he grinned reading over his detailed notes of how he’d bought the beach house already knowing you’d want to run away with him. he wasn’t planning on staying there forever, he thought it would be fun to come back here and taunt you with your mom. parade you around when she would keep you locked up, and he already had his house here; he'd never sold it when he’d married your mom. 

he typed, detailing the conversation of you desperately begging him to take you from your mom and marry you. his cock ached as he described your begging. so eager to be his wife not realizing it was so wrong. a worse part of him wished you were his biological girl so he could ruin you from day one. he wasn’t a child abuser, he thought, he just liked to give you what you wanted. maybe he wishes he had just seen you sooner so he could save you from your mother. yes that’s it he was saving you. 

he was a good guy, that's what he told himself. he was a hero, a savior, a great dad helping you escape your mother’s control. he was nothing like jaehyun he was much better than him. nothing like haechan’s father either. he’d been present, watching jaehyun examine haechan with his dad lurking beside him. he’d been the one to take him to the exam room just like haechan had with you. even before that he got all the dirty details of jaehyun ruining his girl until she was ready for both of them. 

they were helping, they were really just helping. 

your mother went to sleep early like she always did before church on sunday, you’d been in your bed at the usual 8pm for saturday night. eyes wide as you waited for your dad listening for his heavy footsteps. your tummy swirled with excitement. 

“hi baby,” you jumped too focused on daydreaming to hear him. “did i scare you?”

“nuhuh was just thinking about you,” you admit. he smiles down at you pulling your sheets back, his mouth opening when he sees your cunny hiding under the fabric of innocent white panties.  

“you were really excited huh?” you nod, reaching for your sweet dad as he climbs into bed with you. he didn’t tell you about the sleeping pills he’d given your mother so she wouldn’t interrupt you two. 

“look how clean i got,” you grin, reaching to spread your legs wide for him. he pulls the tight fabric to the side so he can see your bare cunny

“sparkly,” he leans in spreading your cunny with his fingers. “so clean baby you did so good.”

“i even put lotion on after so i’m soft,” you rub your fingers over the back of your legs. 

“oh really? what a smart girl,” he leans down using his tongue to lick a stripe up the back of your thigh making you jerk in surprise. “mmm, smell so good and so soft for dad.”

“tickles,” you whimper, watching his eyes staring back at you as he continues swiping his tongue over you. 

“sorry baby, you just taste so good,” he grins, he opens his mouth biting the back of your thigh making you moan. 

“dad, feels, i like it,” you mumble, watching him bare his teeth against your unblemished skin. he releases your flesh, lapping his tongue over it, he leans closer head right between your legs tugging your panties so he can lap at your glistening cunny. “oh.”

you moan, leaning back as he swipes his tongue over your clitty. he doesn’t need to do much; you're already sloppy and dripping daydreaming about him. he sucks your clitty into his mouth letting his fingers prod your tight hole. he distracts you with his tongue easily pushing two fingers into you curling them up already squelching. 

“dad,” you whine, he just looks up at you with a mischievous grin as he sucks you into him. rubbing his fingertips over your special spot you look back at him dumbly, obsessed with the feeling as he starts making you gush. 

“feel good?” he mumbles and you nod frantically. he loves your reactions, never feeling anything like this, each time it seems brand new to you. your innocence right on your face as he shoves fingers into your virgin cunny. 

“feels so good, dad, stretch me lots please, wanna have fucking with dad,” you sound so stupid not even knowing what you’re really saying just repeating his language. pretty naive girl begging for her dad’s cock like all good girls do. he pulls away flicking his tongue lightly so he can see your cunny swallowing his fingers with each push into you. 

“wanna fuck dad? you sound so naughty, look how you make dad’s cock feel,” he sits back showing you the bulge in his grey sweats. you can’t help but drool, craving his taste. 

“wanna feel dad’s cock on my cunny please,” you plead, reaching for his waistband. he pulls his sticky fingers out as you tug his pants down letting his big dad cock bob out. 

“yeah? want dad to practice on your cunny,” you nod again. he swipes his sticky fingers over his cock before climbing onto your bed settling between your legs. 

“please dad,” you whimper, voice too loud but your mother won’t hear. 

“let’s see baby, can you get dad’s cock wet?” you scramble up shuffling your legs under you so you can put your lips over his cock. you know what this means you just need to spit on his cock, even if you wanna taste you just dribble saliva onto his shaft.

“atta girl,” he leans back, holding your hair as you let globs of spit fall onto his full cock. “lay down for me, did so good.”

“should i take off my panties?” you ask as your head lays in the pillows. 

“no baby dad’s gonna use them to keep his cock on your cunny,” he tells you. his body cages you in and you feel so safe and loved. he holds his cock tugging your panties aside as he pushes it between the fabric with a groan. 

“oh dad,” you moan, his tip hitting your clitty immediately. he groans loudly at the tightness of your panties, strangling his cock delightfully. 

“oh fuck, so fucking tight baby,” he moans loudly, you can’t pull your eyes from his cock bulging in your white panties the fabric soaked  with spit and slick. 

“dad can’t wait for your cock in my cunny, feels so good,” you whine, before your mouth falls open soft gasps leaving your lips as he thrusts into the fabric. 

“yeah baby, gonna fuck your cunny so good fill you up with dad’s boy cum. you do so good for me gonna take it so good,” he groans, the mesh of your panties clinging to his tip just right as he slowly pushes against your clitty. 

“want dad, want all of dad’s boy cum love it,” you babble. 

“can you touch your tits for me baby, show dad how you get them all hard,” you move your hands soft shaking hands touching your skin. gripping your small mounds squeezing before you whimper fingertips brushing the pointy buds. 

“sensitive, makes my tummy jump,” you tell him, big eyes pleading with him for something. 

“yeah? want dad to touch you, baby?”

“please, dad, tickle my titties please, so,” you gasp. his large hands swallowing yours grinning at your arching back his rough thumbs rubbing your nipples. squeezing your eyes shut flopping under him overwhelmed by his hands, his cock, his words. 

“my pretty girl, taking dad’s cock on your cunny. so fucking sticky for me,” he groans, he can’t help himself leaning down his hair tickling your chest as he takes your nipple into his mouth. you squeal and he doesn’t cover your mouth. your mother passed out down the hall. he flicks his tongue over the nub making you squirm even more unable to escape his hold. 

“oh dad, making my cunny so,” you can’t describe the feeling. your cunny pulsing as your dad’s tongue teases you, his cock slowly moving in and out of your panties. 

“little tits fit in my mouth so good,” he grins, pulling away with a pop. he doesn’t give you a break, mouth latching to your other nipple sucking you into his mouth, swiping against your bud over and over. he thinks about how you’ll have full tits in a few years once he fucks you full of babies, nipples dripping milk for him to suck dry. 

“daddy,” you whine, running your fingers through his hair watching his closed eyes while he slurps your chest. “more on my clitty please more.”

“wanna cum baby? want dad to make you cum?” you nod head bouncing on your pillow. he leans back pushing your thighs back so he can angle his cock against your clit. your panties are ruined coated in slick, the seams ripped from his big dad cock. 

“wanna cum dad.”

“i think you’re getting addicted, baby, dad’s already touched your cunny so many times today,” he grins, thrusting against you faster, making you moan head lolling around with each bounce. “like cumming so much huh? my little baby is growing up.”

“dad, dad,” you gasp, reaching for him. he laces your fingers pulling on your tense arms to fuck into your panties faster. his cock bumping your clit with each movement of his hips. 

“so close aren’t you? cunny is leaking so much,” he coos, your slick bubbling out around his cock. 

“close to yeah, wanna cumming,” he loves your innocent words, too naive to know what you’re even asking him for. you just wanna feel good just want your dad to make your cunny cry. 

“cum for dad baby? cum on dad’s cock,” you can’t stop back arching crying out for him as you cum. slick spilling out of you over the base of your dad’s cock. he can feel your clitty pulsing walls fluttering on his leaky cock. he can’t wait to push into you, take your virginity after you confess on sunday. he doesn’t have any guilt he doesn’t need to confess this isn’t a sin he’s just being a good dad. 

“that’s my good girl, cumming for dad so good,” he grins, keeping his tip bumping into you. he doesn’t stop chasing his own sticky orgasm to coat your cunny. 

“so much, dad, feels,” you whine, lazy hands trying to push him away but he keeps going, his thighs slapping yours as he thrusts into you, sloppier and sloppier as he gets closer to his own orgasm chasing him down. 

“fuck baby, gonna make dad cum,” he grunts, hair falling in his face as he stares at your soiled panties. 

“cum dad, want your sticky boy cum,” you plead, staring down at his slit bulging against your white panties. he groans, hips stuttering as he spurts cum over your cunny.

“fuck, my fucking good girl,” his hips slow as his cum spills over you filling your panties with sticky white. “cunny so pretty all covered in my cum.”

“want your cum on my cunny all the time, dad,” you reach a hand down sliding over the tip of his cock squishing the fluid over your clitty. he keeps his eyes glued to your tiny hand as he pulls his cock out watching you rub his cum over yourself. sticky white dripping out of the side of the fabric while you touch yourself. 

“so fucking pretty baby, did so good for me,” he groans, leaning down to press his lips to yours distracting you from your cum covered cunny. you whimper letting him suck your tongue into his big mouth slurping at you. he’s so obsessed with you, your small teen body taking his big dad cock like a good daughter would. soft lips mashing against his still learning how to kiss like grownups do. his precious girl who was made for him. 

“daddy wanna sleep with you, want you to hold me,” you pout, up at him, his lips kissing over your chubby cheeks. 

“yeah? dad can snuggle you baby, make sure you have good dreams before our big day,” he nods to you rolling over laying beside you. 

“love you dad, so excited to have fucking with dad,” you babble, curling into his sides. 

“love you, baby, so much. gonna have such a good fucking with you. sleep now and it will be tomorrow before you know it,” he kisses your forehead as you slip into sleep. he stares at your cummy panties sticky between your legs seeping into your sheets. his mind swirling with his plan for tomorrow he finally is getting you in every way. 

you woke up with a soft hand nudging your shoulder slowly rocking you back and forth. your eyes were slow to open, still sticky and sleepy from the night before. 

“baby, c’mon gotta take your cunny medicine,” your dad’s voice filled your head softly whispering as you woke. 

“sleepy,” you mumble, curling into his side. 

“i know baby, but if you don’t take it dad can’t put his cock in you today,” he tells you. that wakes you up quickly, eyes and mouth opening. “that’s my girl.”

“dad i gotta peepee too,” you whimper, suddenly feeling the push of your pee against your cunny. 

“hmm, how about we go together?”

“please gotta go bad,” you whine, grabbing at your cum soaked panties white flaking out the sides. 

“c’mere,” he guides a hand around your waist lifting you while he lays back. you squeeze your legs tightly as he puts you on top of him your cunny pushes against his cock. 

“dad, your cock is already all hard,” you giggle, reaching behind you to rub over his shaft. 

“mmm that’s cause i was watching my pretty girl sleep,” he admits. “now can you put your cunny on dad’s face?”

“so hard gonna leak,” you whimper, squirming over him as he rubs your hips. 

“will you try? it’s ok if you get dad wet,” he convinces you. you shimmy up his body pushing your cunny against his chest trying to keep the dribbles from coming out. 

“daddd,” you whine, reaching down as your legs stretch around his chest. your bladder fails you gushing before you can stop it and spilling out of your panties onto your dad. 

“oh baby has to go so bad,” he coos, his cock bouncing as your warm piss coats him. he helps you turn around soiled panties right in his face and he can’t help but breathe in deeply. his nose brushing the dripping fabric before he pulls it aside, your slit still dripping hot pee and caked in his leftover cum. 

“open your mouth baby,” he tells you. he reaches up pushing his fingers into your mouth placing the same tablet onto your tongue with practiced ease. 

“now drink dad.” he pushes your head down guiding your face to his stiff cock. your lips latch around him easily already craving your morning drink. 

“can’t hold it,” you babble, mouth full of cock, your own piss spurting out of you before his does. he groans gulping down hot liquid slurping at your lips, not wasting a drop. 

“oh dad,” your lips suction to him as he flicks his tongue against your clit. his warm piss starts flooding your mouth and you swallow greedily the pill sliding down your throat with ease. you jerk your hips against his face riding his tongue while he sucks the piss from your cunny. 

you moan tummy tightening as you bob your head slurping all of his juice. your hips stuttering against his face as your stream spills over his lips dripping down his chin and onto your pillows. he thinks about pushing your face in it and fucking you later, his cock twitches in your mouth at the thought. 

you don’t even notice your room door has been open the entire time. the threat of your mother coming down the hall wondering what all the noise is fills your tummy with hot nerves. what would she say? would she be happy if you and dad were having your special time?

johnny partially wishes she’d walk in to see what he really looked like when he enjoyed pussy. wishes she’d see him wrecking her daughter, turning her into a brain dead slut. johnny’s cock twitched at the idea his stupid old wife seeing what real fucking was like what real love was. not some boring hand rubbing her used up clit just to get it over with. he savored you, craved your young cunt like a drug. 

he pulled your hips against him moving his face back and forth against your clitty, the last of your pee dribbling out over his tongue. the pressure made you garble on his cock his hips bucking into your face. he couldn’t help himself overwhelmed by your small tight mouth sucking him in piss gushing out of your lips and onto the sheets below him. 

your eyes leaked, dripping fat tears onto his thighs but he didn’t know whether it was his own piss or not. so caught up in the feeling chasing your orgasm for you pulling you closer as your legs shook around him. 

“cum, for dad,” he mumbled, his mouth sucking at your cunny. you sobbed hips jerking against him as you came his cock quieting your sounds. he wrapped his arms around you keeping you pressed to his tongue flicking over your swollen clitty until he was satisfied. your mouth hanging open as he fucked into it with ease. when he finally let you go you slid away, you cunny laying against his neck as he pushed into your cheeks. 

“fuck, dad’s so close baby,” he moaned, eyes staring at your leaky hole dripping onto his chest. you used the rest of your energy bobbing your head against sucking him down. 

“just like that, baby. fuck swallow dad’s cum, kiddo,” he grunts, thrusting down your throat as he shoots white into you. his hips jump slowly as you swallow him down tasting the salty goo on your tongue. 

“you did so fucking good baby, got all your cunny medicine. got you all ready for church too,” he coos, you whimper popping him out of your mouth and leaning your head on his thigh. 

“dad how many hours till i get your cock?”

“mmm,” he checks his watch. “only five and a half.”

“dadddd,” you bounce on his chest making him chuckle. “want now.”

“i know, you’ve been so patient though you can wait for me. plus we need to ask dr. jung for a final report,” he rubs his hands over your small butt, squeezing and massaging. 

“is he gonna feel my cunny again?”

“maybe, do you want him too?”

“his fingers made my cunny really full. maybe he can stretch me for fucking?” naive girl and her grown up words. 

“your cunny is gonna be so full when i put my dad cock in you,” he can’t help but grin using his fingers to spread your virgin cunny getting a look at your hole. 

“want dad’s cock in me so bad wanna feel it in my belly,” you mouth against his thigh. 

“oh baby, you’re so small we will be able to see it in your belly.”

“really?” you sit up looking down at your tummy hand rubbing over the soft skin imagining his big cock under it. 

“mhmm, gonna see dad’s cock here,” he reaches to you rubbing his hand with yours. 

“oh dad, will you take a picture i wanna see it when you put it in,” you beg.

“if you want, baby. it might be good for dr. jung to see too,” he tells you. his smart girl wanting pictures of her cunny stretching. 

“unhuh, i wanna show dr. jung so he will give me another prize,” you grin, rolling over onto your back beside your dad. 

“yeah? what sticker will you pick this time?”

“i dunno there were so many. i liked the sparkly ones a lot,” you tell him. on your way out of the office, haechan said you could pick any sticker you wanted as your prize for being a good patient. 

“mmm, maybe dad will have to start giving you stickers for rewards,” he grins at you. “let’s get you showered and ready for church. why don’t you wear your pretty white dress today.”

you felt a little guilty for not paying attention during sunday school. you were too busy daydreaming about your dad to focus. you sat in your chair beside mark the pastor’s son while your teacher talked about how to have good and holy romantic relationships. your eyes were down focusing on mark’s bouncing knee pretending to nod and read the verses, but your panties were getting sticky. 

“let’s all bow our heads,” the teacher instructed and you let your head fall, eyes staying open as he prayed wondering over to where mark’s boy cock would be. you wondered if he was big like your dad or maybe smaller like haechan. did he have a boy clitty and cunny too? did he and his dad have special time or maybe he and his mom?

his khaki pants bulged, the zipper exposed as his sweaty palms rubbed over his legs. you knew he needed some help to get his boy cum out, his cock was probably really stiff in his pants. you were too shy to reach a shaky hand over so you just stared, jumping when you realized he was looking back. 

his eyes bugging wide almost like he was embarrassed, his face turning red when you smiled at him. he moved his bible placing it over the mound in his pants making you pout.

“s-sorry,” he mumbled, trying to turn away. 

“it’s okay,” leaning in your whispered breath making the hair on his neck stand up. he’d always had a crush on you, on your soft spoken gentle nature, your sweet smile and now he was getting hard because your dress was riding up your thigh. 

“amen, remember your bible study reading so we can discuss it next sunday,” the teacher said smiling, as people stood up chatting as some started filing out. 

“mark?” you look up at him, still seated beside you, trying to push his cock down so he can stand up and walk out. 

“i- uh- it’s- sorry,” he stammers. 

“it’s really okay. i know boy’s cocks get tingly.” your words make his head spin, how could you look so innocent saying such a vulgar word. 

“i just, you’re just, i, i'm sorry i shouldn’t,” you interrupted him reaching a hand over his bible. 

“don’t apologize. it’s normal, i makes me happy that you can feel good,” your soft innocent smile as your hand rubs over the leatherback book of scripture. 

“i shouldn’t be looking at you like that,” he grimaces, you smooth your hand over the cover pushing down slightly wishing you could feel him. 

“i like that you do, it makes me tingly too,” you smile before standing up your dad in the doorway waiting for you. he leans back his head hitting the wall as your too short dress shows your soft skin. his eyes widen when he sees a small bite mark on the back of your thigh as you reach up to hug your dad.

johnny stares back at mark, his eyes boring into him as he grins back at the boy. he sees the bulge under his bible,and it makes his grin wider stupid teenager getting hard during bible class because a pretty girl sat beside him. mark’s mouth opens, realization slowly hitting him as johnny’s large hand sneaks over your butt rubbing softly before flipping up your skirt, showing mark your white panties squeezing the round skin. he gasps, his dick twitching an image he will savor when he guiltily jerks off in the shower tonight. 

“did you have a good lesson,” your dad asks, wiggling his fingers to mark before walking you down the long church corridors. 

“unhuh, i - sorry dad i didn’t really pay attention,” you admit. 

“too busy with big girl stuff in your little head?” you nod shyly. “dr. jung said we could meet him in the music room for a quick recheck. do you want to do that?”

“yes please, i wanna make sure i’m all ready,” you smile. johnny grins back looking over your shoulder as mark tries to look away and walk past the two of you, his bible still firmly pressed over his bulge. johnny tugs you down the unused back hallways of the church old sunday school rooms that have yet to be remodeled. 

“i think it’s just,” he trails looking at the signs outside of each room indicating what lies inside. “here.” he grins, turning the handle and pushing into the room the door creaking. the room is a little hot, the ac for this part of the church turned off to conserve. 

“darling, you made it,” dr. jung is smiling already waiting for you. he wears the same grey slacks from earlier, your piss stains cleaned out by his loving wife. 

“she said she would really appreciate a quick exam,” your dad smiles, his hand on the back of your waist pushing you to dr. jung, who stood in front of an old desk covered in sheet music. 

“what a smart girl. why don’t you bend over for me?” he moves aside, motioning you to lean over the water stained wood. 

“have you and dad been getting ready for your big day?” he grins at you as your dad helps lean you over. 

“unhuh, dad’s been practicing so we can have fucking today,” you tell him, your tummy presses against the sticky wood pushing against your filling bladder. 

“is that right? is he getting you good and stretched too?” you nod, head rubbing against the old paper. he squats beside you lifting your dress cooing when he sees your panties. “so pretty in white today.”

“dad said he liked my dress so much and i should wear it today,” you tell him. your dad stands beside you, his hand on the small of your back helping hold up your dress as dr. jung pulls down your panties. 

“sticky girl, been thinking about your dad’s cock a lot huh?” 

“so much, i can’t wait. my cunny is so excited,” you blab, dr. jung grins at johnny before he spreads your cheeks slick glistening. 

“goodness, what were you thinking during sunday school? dad, look at your pretty girl,” johnny comes around keeping his hand on your back groaning at the dripping slick. his cock had been hard practically all day, bulging in his slacks while he greeted churchgoers. 

“holding your pee too?”

“unhuh, dad let me go this morning when i took my cunny medicine,” you tell him. 

“smart girl, taking your medicine with dad’s special drink?”

“oh she’s been doing so well, drinking all of it with every tablet,” you dad confirms with a smile. the praise melts you into the table. 

“atta girl, i can see you’ve been doing good.”

“you think she’s ready?”

“oh definitely, her cunny is preparing for your dad cock.” dr. jung spreads you wide leaning in to see your slit split and dribble out more clear sticky fluid. he pushes your lips together before splitting them again making little sticky sounds fill the room. 

“hear that, kiddo, your cunny is ready for dad,” he coos, leaning his head against your thigh licking at the skin making you jump. 

“dr. jung, are you gonna check my inside cunny,” you look back wiggling your butt. 

“smart girl, let’s check your insides,” he grins, swiping his fingers through your slick chubby lips splitting for his digits. you whine two fingers pushing into you with ease, sliding into your begging hole. “see how easy you take my fingers? your cunny is all warmed up for dad.”

“dr. jung, can you make the juice come out,” you whimper, pushing your hips back into his hand hoping for him to touch that spot inside. 

“mmm, let’s find your little spot,” he wiggles his fingers inside you avoiding the spongy spot making you needy. “there it is.” he grins when you buck your hips moaning. 

“good girl,” your dad coos, he can’t help sticking his tongue out to catch the slick dripping from you as dr. jung flicks his wrist. 

“feels really, so good,” your head falling against the table, mouth open on old hymnal pages. 

“clitty all swollen just begging,” dr. jung comments, slamming his wrist into you. “dad, why don’t you check her clitty.”

“unhnnn,” you whine out fingers gripping the edge of the desk. your dad’s large fingers sliding against your clitty. you squirm, legs starting to shake as his fingers surround your sensitive bud sliding it between his fingers. he watches in awe as your once tiny hole sucks in two large fingers eagerly. 

“yeah, so sticky for your dad,” dr. jung coos listening as your cunt starts to squelch. squishy hole ready to burst as he moves faster, your pretty voice begging and pleading. “let it out, your dad wants a taste.”

“daddd,” you squeal, hips jerking as you spray into his waiting mouth. he gulps it down quickly moaning as dr. jung pulls his fingers from you letting the liquid drip into johnny’s mouth. his own cock is hard, pulsing against his zipper watching his friend taste his girl. 

“such a good girl, i think your cunny is more than ready,” he soothes a sticky hand over your thigh. 

“want dad’s cock so bad,” you babble, panting as you come down. 

“only a bit more and then you can have it, little one,” dr. jung tells you.

“gonna do so good for me, baby,” your dad confirms, helping tug your wet panties back up. stained with your own fluids that didn’t fall into his mouth. 

“you’ll have to tell me all about it next sunday. let me know how good you did,” dr. jung stands back watching johnny fix your dress over your ass. 

“i promise. dr. jung are you and your daughter gonna have father daughter time even though my mom is gonna be at your house?”

“mmm, i think we will. i think we can have some special quiet time,” he smiles at you. your face glistening with sweat as your dad fixes you up. 

“thank you for everything,” you say, rushing over to hug dr. jung. 

“aww you are so very welcome. i love helping parents with their kids and you and your dad are very special,” he smiles, rubbing his bulge against you, his hands squeezing your small butt. the chime of the church bells interrupt you, making you pull away looking to your dad. 

“let’s not be late,” he smiles. 

you felt like the service dragged on. even mark’s singing went in one ear and out the other. your eyes still glued to the spot where you saw his bulge earlier, it wasn’t there now. during the sermon your head felt heavy, occasionally bobbing on your dad’s shoulder, his arm draped over the back of the pew. from any new attendee’s point of view they would see a happy couple. as the sermon neared the end your legs started bouncing, squeezing your thighs as the fullness built in your bladder. 

your mom nagged at you before she kissed your dad’s cheek telling him to keep you in check while she went to dr. jung’s house. you waved at her as she pulled away from the church a weight slowly lifting the farther she drove. you felt so free and airy when she wasn’t around like you were light as a feather. 

“do you want to stop for lunch? maybe some ic-“

“dad, c’mon,” you grabbed his hand, tugging him to the car before he could even finish. he couldn’t help but grin as he helped you into the car. your tummy felt swirly warm butterflies and pee swirling, as your dad walked around the car. your dad stops outside of his door waving mark over while you bounce your knees. 

“oh, mark, it was great to see you today. thanks for keeping my girl company during sunday school,” johnny smiles, as mark walks over. 

“oh, of course mr. suh, she uh, she’s very nice,” mark stammers his cock starting to grow in his pants. the thought of johnny touching you inappropriately made something heat under his skin. 

“she is isn’t she, you know it would be great for you two to hang out more. she needs a good friend her age,” he tells mark. the boy looks away as he brushes the hair from his face awkwardly. 

“uh, yeah, she should come to youth group on wednesday,” mark stammers. 

“no i mean just the two of you,” johnny walks closer. mark freezes his eyes meeting the bulge in mr. suh’s slacks, his mouth falling open. 

“i uh - i dunno, isn’t her mom like super strict. i wouldn’t wanna impose,” mark makes excuses, his mouth filling with spit.  

“oh she would love for her daughter to have the pastor’s son over, or you could come over when it’s just the two of us. we could have lunch, watch a movie, play some games.” for a moment mark thinks johnny wants him to sneak around with his own daughter but mark shakes the thought from his head. 

“sure, we could hang out. i - uh, gotta go you know lunch and stuff,” mark shuffles back johnny’s large frame imposing him. 

“of course, i’ll call your dad and we can set something up.” he stares at mark as he walks away, awkward, shy kid too religious for his own good. he would be the perfect cover up, the perfect man he could mold into his girl’s pretend husband. 

“dadddd,” you whine, when he finally opens the door and climbs in. 

“sorry sweet cheeks, i think mark might have a little crush on you,” he grins, as he starts the car. 

“do you have a crush on me?”

“mmm, i don’t just have a crush on you i love you, little one,” he reaches for your hand lacing his fingers as he pulls away. 

the drive home felt like it had lasted forever, like the road had lengthened while you were away. you babbled to your dad the whole way telling him how excited you were while you played with his big fingers. occasionally you jerk hand cupping your cunny when the need for release hit you. 

when you finally pulled into the driveway you leaped out of the car before johnny could even take the keys out. he giggled at you watching you race to the front door bouncing on your toes looking back at him. you motioned him with your hands begging him to come to you. 

“so eager, kiddo,” he grinned at you, taking his time up the front steps, keys jingling in his hand. 

“hurrrryyy,” you whined, reaching to tug on his shirt. 

“hmmm, is this the key?” he flipped through his keyring making you grumble. 

“daddd, want it. want cock now,” you tell him suddenly serious. your big eyes pleading with him and he can’t deny you. quickly shoving the key in the lock and opening the door, you pull him in, gripping his button down shirt. 

“dad want your cock to fucking me,” you say, looking back at him as you rush down the hall. his feet are clumsy as you pull him along and he can’t help but love your neediness. his little girl really is growing up. 

“i know baby, your cunny got all sticky during church didn’t it?”

“unhuh,” you whimper, tugging him into your room. “been holding my peepee too like dr. jung said.”

“yeah,” he smiles at you, grabbing your small waist, his body looming over you. capturing you in his hold as he slowly leads you to your bed your clumsy feet tripping over each other but he holds you up. “dad’s been waiting for this for so long. can’t wait for us to be the closest a father and daughter can be.”

“oh, dad, wanna be the best daughter ever. wanna have your cock to make me really your daughter,” you whine, your knees hit the mattress making you lose balance falling back onto the soft sheets. they’re still stained from this morning but dry now, johnny hopes he can soak them with you. he watches you as he slips his phone from his pocket, leaning it on the side table hitting record without you knowing. he’s gotta show dr. jung what a perfect girl you are. 

“you’re so pretty, kiddo. my beautiful girl, you’ve done so much to get ready for dad,” he coos, his knees part your legs, your dress riding up exposing your sticky stained panties. he doesn’t know the last time your panties weren’t a mess and he likes it that way. 

“dad helped me so much, helped stretch my cunny and give me my cunny medicine,” you whimper, reaching a hand to lace into his, your other pulling the hem of your dress higher bucking your hips up. “do i stop my medicine after i have dad’s cock?”

“no baby, you will have to keep taking it as long as you want dad’s cock fucking your cunny,” you grin up at him. 

“oh good i like when dad gives me his pee with it,” you admit. 

“mmm dad loves giving you all his pee,” he grins, his free hand rubbing soft circles over your thigh. 

“want dad’s cock now though.” 

“yeah, baby? had dad hard all day. cock’s been so tingly for you,” he leans over your using his hand to hold himself up rutting his bulge against your cunny making you whimper. 

“wanna see,” you pout, looking down between your bodies. you snake your hand down fiddling with his belt, small shaky fingers trying to help. 

“let dad help,” he says, leaning back, releasing your hand reaching for his buckle and undoing it with ease. you watch intently, staring at the zipper sliding down mouth watering at the sight of his grey boxers, a damp spot from his clear sticky stuff. 

“dad can i put it in my mouth please,” you beg, using your hands to tug at the waistband letting his cock spring out, slapping his tummy. 

“wanna taste dad again? didn’t know you liked it so much,” he smiles, reaching around you to help you sit up legs dangling over the edge of the bed. 

“taste so good dad makes my cunny feel tingly and sticky,” you admit, scooting forward so his cock is right in your face. small hand gripping the base as you lean forward, eyes staring up at your dad as your tongue slides over the tip. 

“mmm,” he groans, watching his pretty girl. your head lowering as you wrap your lips around him spit pooling in your mouth on command.

“taking dad’s cock so well.” every word of praise makes you move faster, push your head lower, moan louder. he loves the way you take him in and savor the taste of his skin, spit dribbling out of your stretched lips. he moves his hips, hands threading in your hair as you gag around him, the sound of your throat being intruded upon fills the room. 

“like choking on dad? such a perfect little mouth,” he groans, head falls back as he moves his hips. you slobber around him, spilling onto your carpet as he slams into your tiny wet mouth. wet squelching of your small throat being hit with his tip filling the room. 

“fuck baby, sorry.” he moan, pulling your hair back his cock bobbing against your cheek as you gag trying to catch your breath. “dad got so carried away.”

“liked it,” you rasp, grinning happily up at him, not bothering to wipe your mouth. 

“such a good girl,” he coos, squatting down in front of you, hands cupping your cheeks as he pulls your slimy lips to his. you whine, his tongue pushing against yours as he shakes his head, the wet muscle sliding on yours. 

he can’t help himself loving the way your mouth tastes like him. your tongue flicking dumbly against his still learning how to kiss properly. small hands gripping his shirt when your dad shoves his tongue in your mouth moaning as he savors you. his hands slide over your thighs sneaking over your stained panties fingers flicking against your clitty making you whine. 

“wanna have fucking, dad,” you whimper, pulling away slippery chins from the mixing of spit. 

“gotta stretch your cunny baby. you’re so tight now my pretty virgin girl.” he coos, standing back up rolling his sleeves up as you lay back again. his forearms flexing as he folds the fabric your cunny drools with excitement, the thought of his thick fingers filling you up. 

“let’s get these sticky panties off,” he grins at you, sliding his hands under your dress tugging the waistband down over your thighs and down your legs. he tosses them in your room but he will collect them later for his memories. 

“oh baby, you’re cunny is so drippy,” he groans, leaning in and pushing your thighs back. you whimper bringing your fingers to cup over your clothed tits. his nose pushes into your cunny, lapping over you wet slurping at your slit savoring all your juices. 

“oh, dad,” you whimper, his large heavy tongue covering your entire cunny as he curls it into you, scooping up all the slick before swallowing it down. he pulls away too quickly making you pout, staring at him as he stands over you. 

“sorry baby, dad’s being too greedy. let’s get you out of your pretty dress,” he holds your hips flipping you over eyes not leaving your cunt. 

“like when dad’s greedy, i am too,” you look back at him, hair sticking to your slick chin. 

“yeah baby? dad’s so greedy for you, want to keep you all to myself.” he tells you his large hands trailing up your back making you shiver. he slides the zipper down your back your sleeves already falling down. 

“how did i get the prettiest daughter in the world,” he grins at you. he snakes his arms under the material lifting you off of your hands holding you up. his fingers dance over you making goosebumps prickle your skin as your breathing speeds up. 

“let’s get this off of you, dad needs to see his pretty girl,” he mouthes against your bare skin. tongue dancing along your back as his hand pushes the fabric over your shoulders. he keeps his tongue sliding against your skin as his hands find your small tits. 

“hnnn, dad,” you whine, he grins into your skin as his fingers rub the stiff buds. 

“feels good?”

“unhuh, makes me unnn, jerky,” you mewl, hips jerking on queue when he pinches the nubs in his fingers. he can’t help but pull you closer into his chest, rubbing his stiff cock against your cunny. 

“yeah? getting dad’s cock all sticky just from touching your pretty tits,” his tongue is still sliding over your soft skin. he has to hold himself back from forcing his cock into you now, so wet and warm begging to be shoved into. he has to remind himself to be gentle, you’re his girl, his baby, his daughter. he needs to make your first time feel good so you will beg for it over and over. 

“want it in my cunny,” you beg. 

“i know baby. can you bend over, show dad your cunny? let me stretch you out baby.” his hands slip away from your tits as you lean forward, shaky arms holding you up. large hands sliding down your waist pushing what’s left of your dress up before he spreads your ass. 

“fingers, dad, please, stretch my cunny,” you babble looking over your shoulder at him. 

“so pretty, keeps distracting dad,” he smiles up at you, making your face heat. he moves his hands, thumbs spreading your sweet sticky cunny, using his middle finger he slides it through your slick tapping at your waiting hole. 

“dadddd, please,” you whine, not appreciating his teasing. he chuckles at you pushing his digit into you with ease making you moan out. your back arches, whining as his finger curls into you slowly pushing in and out. 

“mmm, think dr. jung stretched your cunny out for dad. gonna add a finger.” you nod, mouth hanging open panting heavier as his second digit stuffs into you. soft whines spill from your mouth as he keeps his eyes glued to your cunny tight hole sucking his fingers in.

he can’t help but wonder what your cunt would feel like if he just forced himself in, shoved his too big cock into you. he knew you’d like it probably whine stupidly and apologize for pushing him away. he’d molded you into the perfect toy, craving his approval even if it hurts. he can’t help but move his hips his hard cock wishing for your hole. 

“taking dad’s fingers so well, perfect little girl,” he coos, gripping your cheek while he speeds his fingers, wrist flicking his palm slapping against your swollen clitty. 

“more dad, stretch more,” you plead, your arms are starting to shake every rub of his fingertips against that special spot making you weak. 

“think you can do it?” you nod eagerly pushing your hips into his fingers slick drooling out of you down your clitty sticky slaps against his palm. 

“want it, dad.” he doesn’t make you wait, adding his pointer finger your head falls, hanging down as you cry out. hips shivering at the stretch curling into yourself, your arms weak bending under the pressure. 

“feels s’ good, full,” you whine. he goes faster scissoring his three fingers into you your walls tight and sticky clinging to him. he uses his hand to move your hips, helping you fuck yourself on his fingers as your arms fall. whimpering as your face hits your bed drool starting to pool. he twists his wrist, screwing his fingers into you, stretching your walls. 

“doing so good, kiddo,” he coos, leaning closer to see your tight hole squeezing his digits. all you can do is whimper chanting for him over and over your thighs quivering. 

“dadddd,” you cry out your hair falling into your mouth. “pee, gonna come out can’t, ‘s can’t.”

“doing so good. ‘s okay baby let it out get that cum out for dad,” he soothes. you squeal his fingers rubbing inside of you curling perfectly as your legs shake squirming away from him as you cum. liquid shooting out of you right as he pulls his fingers away. grinning at the site of his girl shaking as she squirts for the second time today, overwhelming her. he leans in, catching the last spray of liquid on his greedy tongue moaning as his mouth fills. 

he watches you catch your breath, fingers gripping your light pink sheets as you pant into them. he soothes his large hands over your thighs watching your open hole flutter, still contracting. 

“pretty girl, didn’t even pee yet holding it so good. felt really good didn’t you,” he kisses your cheek before his tongue flattens over the round muscle. 

“felt,” you pause still catching your breath trying to lift yourself up. “want dad.”

“you have me baby, always have your dad,” he confirms, even though he knows what you mean. he reaches around you, turning you on your back again, your hair fanning onto the sheets. his pretty girl all fucked out, face slick with spit. 

“kiss me, please,” you sigh, reaching out for him. he comes to you pressing his lips to yours softly moving against you. you relax pushing your tongue into his mouth whining when he sucks on your wet muscle.

your small fingers grip his shirt tightly pulling him onto you, spreading your legs for him. he falls onto you his cock laying over your cunny and tummy, tip leaking onto your skin. you flick your tongue into his mouth whimpering, tasting his spit eagerly. he pulls away first brushing your hair from your face. 

“you’re so beautiful,” he says, suddenly overtaken by the angelic little girl laying under him. you giggle shyly, turning your face to try and hide. 

“dad, your cock is so hard, i think you should put it in my cunny,” you tell him. 

“hmm you think?” he grins at you pulling away moving his hips to rut against your little slit.  

“unhuh, think my cunny will make dad’s cock feel good,” you stare between your legs watching his heavy cock slide over you. 

“let dad take his clothes off,” he says, reaching to unbutton his shirt. 

“wanna,” you say, leaning up and moving your small shaky fingers to unbutton his shirt. taking your time as you fiddle with each button slowly exposing his chest. 

“you’re so sweet to me,” he says, watching your face filled with concentration. “how’s your peepee? you’ve been holding so good for me.”

“unnn, wasn’t thinking about it, daddd, why did you remind me,” you whine squirming on your butt. 

“sorry, baby, not much longer and you can let it all out, dad’s cock will help get it all out of your cunny,” he tells you, your hands pushing his sleeves letting his shirt fall to your carpet onto the damp spot he helped you make. 

“take off your pants, please,” you say sweetly. he obliges, sliding them over his legs now fully naked for you, his cock swaying hypnotizing you. 

“let’s get you all comfy, okay, make sure you feel good,” he says, motioning you up to your bed. you slide back leaving a wet spot under your butt as you move up to your pillows. “want bear?”

“unhuh, he needs to make sure dad’s fucking is right,” you nod, reaching for your dad bear. he can’t help but linger on your words, wanting your little bear to watch your cunny get filled. 

“yeah? you think mr. bear knows how to fuck pretty girls like you?” he climbs over you, your legs spreading automatically. 

“dad, you’re silly, bear doesn’t have a cock,” you tell him matter-of-factly, holding up your bear to him. 

“oh you’re right, maybe that’s just dad,” he grins over you, the predator claiming his prey. 

“i wouldn’t know, dad takes too long to put his cock in my cunny,” you pout sassily. johnny laughs fully, your silly dig taking him back. 

“hmm, dad can change that,” he settles between your legs, his hot cock above your sticky cunny. 

“please dad, want dad to take my virginity,” you are so innocent so naive and pathetic, begging him to take your innocence and who is he to deny his little girl. 

“yeah? so needy, cunny all drippy,” he holds his cock stroking himself as he leans in rubbing himself over your clitty making you whine gripping your bear tighter. 

“dad,” you whimper, eyes staring up at him longingly. 

“ready baby? gonna feel so full okay,” he tells you as you nod your head. you spread your legs wider looking down where his cock rubs over your waiting hole. he tilts his head down letting a fat glob of spit hit his cock before rubbing it over himself. he should go get lube but he’s too focused on you. 

“put it in please, dad i’m ready,” you tell him, eyes not leaving as he moves his tip, angling it to slowly fill your hole. your mouth falls open watching his huge dad cock slowly disappearing, your cunny filling to the brim. your whimper, squirming when it starts to sting, gripping your bear tighter. 

“h-hurts, dad,” you whimper, still watching him fill you up. 

“it’s okay baby, it will stop soon. you’re doing so good, so fucking tight,” he tells you not really caring if your cunny stings he’s too obsessed with the squeeze of your virgin hole. 

“uhhh, dad, please,” you beg, reaching to grab his arm, tears welling as your cunny burns. 

“shhhh ‘s okay, you’re okay. almost in you all the way, see your tummy bump,” his words distract you for a minute, your eyes moving to see his cock bulging into you. the view makes you excited, your dad finally in you even if it hurts. 

“cunny- it stings,” you whine out, tears starting to roll. he just coos at you shushing your whining as he finally pushes all the way in with a groan. 

“see baby, you did so good, all of dad’s cock is in you. see how close we are,” he grins, seeing where his cock has disappeared in your small hole. “it won’t hurt much longer.”

“sorry dad, i- i’m trying,” you hiccup, moving a hand to rub over the bulge in your belly. he can’t help but savor your words, silly girl apologizing for being in pain from her dad’s big cock. 

“you’re doing so good for me, feels so full huh?” you nod, he stays still moving one hand to tease your clit and the other holding your hand over your belly bulge. you mewl jerking in his touch making his cock hit your cervix your eyes wide. 

“shhh relax baby, dad’s gonna make you feel good,” he soothes. flicking his finger over your clit making your walls start to flutter around him, your body visibly relaxing under him. he holds himself back despite the urge to fuck into you, relishing in the tightness. he knows he should have used lube but deep down he didn’t want to, he craved the drag around his cock. 

“daddd, pee,” you babble, head turning as his fingers continue teasing your clitty. silent cries filling your throat as tears continue falling you want to relax but your pee threatens to come. 

“hold it just a little longer,” you nod your mouth hanging open as he rubs his cock through your skin. the pain starts melting away slowly as your cunny gets distracted with your dad’s hands playing with you. 

“so full,” you whimper. you feel him everywhere on you in you it takes over your senses, only dad, just dad, your dad. 

“i know, baby. can you touch your tits for me, pinch your nipples for dad it will help you relax,” he instructs. you move shakily small hands quivering as you hold your small breasts whining when your fingers rub the pointy buds. 

“dad feeling good now,” you moan, he can’t hold his grin back. realization dawning on your innocent face as the full feeling overtakes you, his finger still flicking your clit while your little fingers rub clumsily on your hard nubs. 

“told you, kiddo, let dad move some. doing so fucking good for me your cunny feels so good on dad’s cock,” he groans as he starts to move his hips, looking down as his base appears from your cunny. he wants to just fuck you freely just pound your virgin cunt even if you’re begging him to stop but he’s your dad he can’t hurt you. 

“oh dad, dad,” you call, reaching for his hand. he laces your fingers pushing your joined hands on your tummy as he moves in and out slowly. a small streak of red on his cock mixing with your cream makes him groan the physical confirmation of your virginity spilling out of you. 

“fuck, you’re so fucking tight for me, feel so good for dad,” he growls. he holds your tummy down aching for the bulge of his cock to rub against his palm. 

“full, so, cunny oh, dad,” you babble, your whimpers coming out with every slap of his hips. he isn’t holding back fucking his little girl full of his dad cock. filling you up over and over pulling you closer and closer to that good feeling he’s taught you so much about. his finger rubbing soft circles over your swollen clitty, he drops another glob of spit rubbing it into your fat bud. 

“taking dad’s cock so well, perfect little girl,” he can’t pull his eyes from your cunny stretching around him. tight little hole latching onto him the same way your lips do. 

“dad can’t hold, ‘s full,” you cry out, the pressure of his hand and cock on your bladder makes you leak. small hot dribbles spilling out of you over his cock. 

“let out your pee baby gonna feel so good, pee on dad’s cock,” he instructs. your squeal as his hips speed up hot fluid spilling out of you, shooting your spray over his lower half. he spills curses watching your hot piss squirting with every thrust of his cock inside of you. his large balls plapping against your ass as he bends you more lifting your hips off the bed, wishing he could have a taste. 

“holy fuck,” he groans, your eyes rolled back as you shoot your heavy stream onto his chest. arms sliding to your sides fully overtaken by the pleasure, mouth hanging open as small sounds are fucked out of you. bear is forgotten, arms limp as you begin to shake around him, walls fluttering as he keeps going, his pace never faltering as his fingers rub speedy circles on your clit spraying hot piss all over. your bed is puddling, soaking his knees as he pounds into you. the pretty sounds you make mixing with his grunts and the sound of skin slapping. 

“dadddd,” you cry, the only announcement of your orgasm. hips jerking trying to escape the pleasure but he only brings you closer. calling out for him as your head presses into your pillow creaming cunny sucking his cock into you begging for his seed to fill you up. he can’t stop he can’t slow down he can’t pull his eyes away, your small body taking so much as you cum bucking as the last few gushes of piss shoot out. 

“so good for dad, so fucking good. so pretty,” his words don't comprehend in your head the only thought is more and more and you want more. spit spilling from your lips as you are fucked through your orgasm overstimulation taking over you. 

“pleaseee no, so much,” you manage, but he’s too close to stop. 

“so close baby, you want dad to cum too right? want dad’s white stuff in your cunny?” you do you really do so you push through whimpering as his hips slap into you his groaning like music to your ears. 

“want dad’s cum please, dad please,” you plead, you move your hips fucking into him like a good girl would. 

“gonna fill you up baby fuck,” his head falls forward eyes closing as he moans hands dropping you onto the wet mattress as his hips buck sloppily. 

“fill my cunny, dad, i earned it.” 

“fuck,” his hips stutter making your mouth open as you feel the hot white shooting into you. you can’t help but squeal already obsessed with this new feeling of him fucking you full of his cum. you’ve never felt closer to your dad. 

“oh dad, so full,” you reach your small hand soothing his hair as his hips slow. 

“you feel so good baby, oh my god,” he stays in you cock still twitching. 

“dad i wanna do it again,” you look up at him. 

“yeah? dad has to rest some first. your little cunny wore me out,” he grins at you. just like he wanted, already has you begging for more. 

“dad can you keep your cock in me forever, i like it,” you ask, hand petting your bear again. 

“mmm can stay for a bit but how will i get any work done i’ll be too distracted,” he moves in you, slowly pulling out to see the white on his cock before pushing back in making your eyes close. 

“oh fuck,” he groans. 

“what dad? please stay,” you whimper. 

“forgot to take pictures for dr. jung,” he runs his hands through his hair, pretending he hasn’t been filming the entire thigh. 

“ ‘s ok let’s just do it more so we can show him some more,” you grin. 

“mmm i like that idea,” he leans down, kissing you like married people do. 

when he finally pulls out after loads of snuggles and kisses he grabs his phone pretending to take pictures but he’s really just zooming in. camera focusing on the thick white puddling out of you and onto your soaked sheets. 

he takes his time helping to clean you up, fingers soothing your skin. you melt into him feeling so close to your dad and you want more of it. you can’t help but beg for more straddling his lap bouncing on his chest cunny slick and needy already. 

“please dad, pretty please want more cum want more cock in me,” you whine tits jumping as you beg. 

“mmm baby, isn’t your cunny tired got all stretched,” he asks, looking down at the glistening mound pressed against him. 

“nuhuh cunny is so excited, cunny needs dad,” you say, leaning back using your fingers to show him. he stares, eyes glued to your puffy used cunt, slick on his chest and clitty still swollen. 

“i see, you really want it baby?”

“unhuh, please, dad’s cock is tingly too,” you grin reaching around to fist his heavy cock, hard and fat as it lays on his stomach. 

“mmm, slide down baby,” he tells you and you do shimmying lower so your cunny bumps his cock. “mhmm get on dad’s cock baby.”

“so slippy, dad,” you giggle as your cunny slides easily on his cock. 

“feels so good baby, how about you move back and forth dad can help,” he tells you, reaching up to hold your small hips in his big hands. he grips you tightly helping you slide back and forth on him, hips moving shakily as your hands fall to his chest. 

“just like that, atta girl,” he coos, watching the tip of his cock disappear between your chubby lips.

“want it in me,” you whimper. your head falling as your tummy tightens, heat filling you with every slip against him. 

“gonna teach you something special okay?” you nod stupidly too cock drunk to focus. “lift up, baby.” you whine at the loss as he lifts your hips sticky strings connecting you. 

“now grab dad’s cock okay.” you stare down between your legs using your fingers to hold him. “can you find your cunny hole?”

“ ‘s,” you pause, reaching your other hand biting your lips as you slide over yourself feeling for the opening. “here.”

“okay can you put dad’s cock in your cunny hole?” you whimper, lifting on your knees, head tilting as you try to move him into you. you feel impatient and frustrated why can’t he just put it in you like he did before just give you what you want. 

“unnh,” you grumble. “can’t.”

“you can, baby, try for me. ‘s okay you can do it,” he encourages, watching your shaky hands try to slide his slippery cock into your even slipperier hole. 

“try,” you pout, he can’t help but grin your small grumbles as you fiddle with his twitching cock. “daddd, help please.”

“you sure? i thought you wanted it really, really bad?” he teases, but brings his hand between you lifting you higher and pressing his tip into you. 

“oh, found it,” you gasp, hands flying to his chest with a slap. 

“go slow baby, gonna be so full,” he coos, helping you lower your hips. your eyes tight as you feel his cock sliding into you it doesn’t hurt as bad just a little sting. 

“ffuck,” you mewl, his cock filling you and filling you. 

“doing so good, nice and slow baby,” he soothes his hands over your hips as you lower only a small gap between complete connection. 

“feel you in my tummy,” you whine, head hanging. 

“cause dad has a big man cock, you have a tiny girl cunny,” he grins. he loves babying you making you smaller than you are treating you like a kid, his kid. the taboo of what he’s doing makes everything more intense, his cock harder and wetter as he fills up his daughter’s once virgin cunt. still not believing he took your innocence the thought makes him happier. 

“oh, dad, oh,” you whimper, fully seated on him, his trimmed hair poking your bare skin. “love being full.”

“such a good girl, you feel so good. taking it all by yourself,” he stares at where you meet. skin pushed together your tummy bulging again making his cock twitch. “touch your clitty baby it will feel so good.”

“want dad’s fingers,” you look up at him big eyes pleading. 

“just try, you gotta be a big girl,” he grins. your still sticky hand shakily coming over your mound awkwardly pushing against the skin. “clitty, baby, touch here.” he directs your fingers sliding between your puffy lips, small finger touching the bundle of nerves making you gasp. 

“atta girl, makes your cunny tickle dad’s cock,” he tells you, moving your finger in small circles over your clitty. 

“wan- more,” you whine. 

“hmm, what do you want, baby,” he can’t stop grinning. his little girl wanting him to fuck her cunt but she doesn’t even know how to ask. 

“cock isn’t moving, please dad,” you beg. eyes starting to tear from the outer stimulation and the lack of internal. 

“yeah? c’mon baby, let me help,” his large hands take charge gripping your hips sliding you against him. it feels like before, his hands lifting you on him but it’s so much more. his cock pumping inside of you as you keep your fingers touching your swollen clitty. 

“dad,” you chant over and over, bouncing on him stupidly. he bites his lip focusing on the squelch of your little cunny dripping around him. his cock bumps inside of you, skin slapping as he grabs your butt tighter. 

“so fucking good on dad, make dad’s cock feel so fucking good,” he groans, somehow it’s even better than the first time tight hole wrapping around him like a glove. 

“oh, dadddd, more, fast,” your arm is tense as you rub your clitty craving more. he lifts his legs pressing his feet into your mattress using his hips to bounce you on his lap. your mouth goes slack, moans coming with each slap of his skin against yours. 

“better,” he grunts, watching your cunny suck his cock tighter and tighter. you nod, head bobbing as he slams his cock into you, small tits bouncing.

“wanna cum,” you whine, arm moving faster, fingers trying to pull you closer. you’re such a fast learner, fingers mimicking how dad touches to you. 

“keep touching your clitty, let dad work on your cunny,” he groans, your walls squeezing him in as he fucks up into you. you cry out when his tip rubs your special spot, dad angling his hips to repeat the motion over and over. concentration on his face as his muscles flex, his butt bouncing into the damp sheets as you start to clench around him. 

“cum, i-“ you squeal, falling forward onto your dad’s sticky chest. hips shaking against him as he keeps fucking into you, skin plapping louder as his balls bounce. your mouth open, drooling as you cum, overwhelmed and satisfied as it rolls over you. stupidly bucking against him, clitty twitching as it rubs against his hair, he doesn’t slow down rubbing his tip over your sweet spot making your eyes roll back. 

“doing so fucking good, so tight around dad, taking my big cock so well,” he grunts praises. your ears start to ring, not hearing yourself calling out for your dad. his big hands rolling your hips into his, slick spilling over his cock. you don’t even know if you’ve stopped cumming, you feel it everywhere your fingertips buzzing, cunny fluttering, toes curling. 

“oh fuck, kiddo,” he groans above you, cum shooting inside of you again. he barely slows keeping you gliding on him as he milks his cock, not letting a drop go to waste. your tummy feels so full, of cock, of cum, of your dad. your spit starts dripping over his chest sliding down as you drool more and more, his movements slowing but his hands roaming your butt. reaching his hand around groaning as he rubs sticky cream that’s started to spill onto his cock. using his slick fingers he rubs circles over your back cunny making you whine gripping his shoulder. 

“so sticky, baby. came so hard didn’t you? cunny still squeezing me,” he coos. you nod, spit sticking to your cheek, eyes closed as you calm down. he rubs his fingers over your rim, massaging the tight hole with your mixed liquids, little muscles still contracting around him. 

“dad, how does it feel even better,” you babble, tongue sliding over his skin. 

“i know, baby, feels better than the first time, doesn't it? your cunny was made for dad, perfect for me,” he keeps his fingers smoothing over you, his other hand coming to brush your hair. 

“dad why can’t we do it over and over wanna have fucking always,” you whine. 

“we gotta be grown ups, do grown up things. can’t always play together, i wish we could.” he coos at you wiping at the spittle on your cheek. 

“do we have to go to church, can dad fuck some more,” you look up at him pouting. 

“you wanna skip?” you nod eagerly. 

“wanna have more fucking time, please,” you whimper. how can he deny that little face. 

“hmm dad will have to tell mom you aren’t feeling well,” he lifts a hand to your forehead. “hmm i think you may have a fever.” he grins down at you and you hold a finger over your mouth to keep a secret. 

“yeah i feel really sick, i think i need dad’s cock to make me feel better,” you giggle. 

he cleans you up again not as thoroughly knowing you will be eager for another round in no time. he lets you lay on his chest as his cock slips from you cunny spilling hot liquid over his balls. he grins to himself looking in the mirror watching the puddle forming. 

he makes up some story of food poisoning at lunch to get your mom away for a bit longer. oh how he wishes she would leave forever. not much longer and he can whisk you away, he already had his lawyer working on the paperwork.

he keeps you in your room touching you fingers fucking into you stretching you out making you cum on your sheets. he loses count of how many times you’ve cum today he wishes he’d been keeping better track wouldn’t that be a perfect stat to have. he loves the damp sheets pressing into his back the smell of sex and piss floated through the room. 

he finally convinced you to eat something even though you teased that you wanted to eat his cock and have a big drink of his pee. he fed you, held your cheek as you chewed, rubbing a thumb on your skin. after you finished he laid you on the table devouring your sticky cunny, tasting his cum still in you. he made you cum one his tongue, on his fingers, and finally after begged he shoved his cock in you. he couldn’t stop grinning at your blissed out face, watching the window as your neighbors passed by maybe they could hear you squealing in pleasure. 

he didn’t bother cleaning the slick off the table; part of him wanted his stupid wife to find the residue. wonder if her hot young husband was cheating on her, try to beg him to stay, never once letting the thought of him fucking her daughter cross her mind. it made him giddy, he wanted to humiliate her and make her feel bad for everything she had done to you. 

he snuck into your room that night his wife passed out, ear plugs shoved in her ears snoring loudly. he had to get a good look at your cunny and of course you convinced him you needed his cock to do a really thorough inspection. he held his hand over your mouth the only sound of heavy breathing and skin slapping as he filled up your spent, puffy cunny. 

johnny didn’t think he’d ever cum this much or ever wanted to cum this much. maybe when he was younger. he spent the first half of his twenties being a perv with jaehyun and the other half being a creep with him. was there a difference? yes,it was normal to be young and horny and desperate, but older and horny and touching younger people under the guise of it being normal was definitely creep behavior. 

jaehyun had made the guilt melt away from johnny, made him feel normal for his urges, his unnatural desires. jaehyun was arguably worse than johnny, he perved on any and everyone playing doctor for creepy parents so he could get his fingers sticky. johnny just watched, he wasn't as bad right?

you fell asleep easily your dad pumping his fingers in your sticky cunny he said he needed to help clean you up after all your fucking. you’d never felt so full, so happy, so satisfied like he was the only person in the world. whimpering softly on his bare chest as you slipped into your dreams. dreams of your dad, dreams of holding his hand, kissing him. you wanted to be with him forever and ever just the two of you. 

you woke up with sun in your eyes, your bed empty and lonely as your hand searched for your dad’s warmth. you pouted when you didn’t feel him. dragging your body from the bed a light soreness coating you, you slid on a big tshirt and some panties your cunny already sticky. you wandered to kitchen smelling warm bread and hearing water running. 

“dadddd,” you grinned as you rounded the corner. 

“your dad had to go to his office,” your mom stands there grimace on her face, instantly ruining your mood. 

“oh, good morning,” your smile dim, as you walked around your mom to the fridge.  

“i’m really glad you and johnny are getting along,” she mumbles. 

“uh yeah, i like him a lot, he fits right in,” your mind wanders to him, you cunny pulsing with need. absentmindedly grabbing your juice from the fridge holding it in your hand as she talks. 

“he sure does. he said he would be home in a bit i have a few meetings today. can you be home alone?” your mom turns to you and eyebrow raised. 

“yes mom, i’ve been doing really well,” you smile at the thought of being left alone for once, even though you’d miss your dad for this little bit. 

“hmm, we will see, don’t get into anything. do your classes and read,” she says sternly. you nod watching her walk out of the door shutting and locking it. 

you don’t know what to do with yourself left alone for at least an hour maybe. you wanted your dad, wanted him peeing in your mouth and giving you your cunny medicine. what you wanted most though was his cock stuffing inside of you making you feel all special and warm. getting the white sticky stuff in your cunny and filling you to the brim. 

you whimpered putting your juice up without pouring a glass. you looked at the clock, you wish he’d left you a message or a secret sign of the time. it wasn’t like you could call him. you peaked out the window, your mom long gone and the driveway empty.

you thought for a second which became minutes, your craving growing inside of you as you thought about what to do. the only thing your mind welcomed was your dad’s cock and he wasn’t here. maybe no you shouldn’t, but just a touch wouldn’t hurt. dad had you touched your clitty lots yesterday it would be okay right? 

you looked out the window scanning for his familiar car before hurrying to your room. you felt sneaky and dirty and bad but dad never said it was icky to touch your cunny. you just couldn’t help it you needed him whether it was his fingers, his mouth, or his cock. 

once in your room you grabbed your bear hoping it would be like your dad was right there. kneeling down in front of your mirror you shimmied your panties down already damp from your wandering mind. you felt giddy as you slid them over your legs letting them hang on to one of your legs. spreading yourself wide you looked intently at the mirror your cunny swollen and exposed you’d never gotten a good look without your dad’s help but you thought you could. 

“so sticky,” you mumble, reaching a timid hand between your legs using two fingers to split your slimy lips. leaning your head over you try to get a good glimpse but it’s easier to just look at your reflection. eyes wide as you stare at your girl parts wishing your hand was your dad’s. 

“usually touches here,” you move your hand, rubbing the swollen numb under your fingertips with a gasp. gripping your bear tighter as you whine watching your cunny flutter and spill slick onto your carpet. 

“hnnn,” you want your dad, need him. you bite your lips concentrating on your clitty, using one finger you pet it softly like touching an exotic animal. you couldn’t help the whimpers building in your throat as your tummy began to warm. 

“oh,” your eyes widen suddenly finding the right spot. you tense your arm rubbing hard and fast chasing the pleasure your cunny so desperately needs. 

“daddd,” you call out for him, holding your bear tighter wishing it was him. you look silly and clumsy mashing your hand against your cunny for the first time alone. thoughts of your dad filling your mind, wishing he was behind you reaching a big hand around coaxing the cum out of you. 

you don’t hear him come in. don’t notice his looming presence in the doorway grin wide on his face as he watches you. your eyes trained on your cunny in the mirror, hand tense and tight as you rub and rub and rub. your poor cunny swollen with need and he wasn’t there to help you. 

“oh dad, want,” you call out, bucking your hips trying harder and harder to cum. he couldn’t help but smile, his little girl growing up touching her own cunny. he could see the slick glistening on your fingers as you gasped fingers sliding greedily against your clitty. 

“unnnnn,” you sound so frustrated trying to force your orgasm but what you really want is your dad. the feeling drawing closer as you linger on him letting his cock making your tummy big fill your silly head. 

he can’t decide what to do. should he wait and watch let you cum on your own or should he creep up behind you help you get all that cum out of your weeping hole. he decides on the latter quite easily. footsteps quiet on the carpet as he comes over to you. he stands behind you palming his cock waiting for you to notice him. 

“want cum,” whimpering your eyes only seeing your rapid hand rubbing up and down on your cunny. the need to pee that familiar feeling warming your belly so close so close almost. 

“daddd,” you squeal eyes meeting his as you cum. pee spraying out onto the mirror hand trying to keep rubbing at your clitty but it’s so tired. 

“feel good, baby? you nod whining as your hips buck shooting liquid on your reflection. your butt grows damp on your carpet, the stream not stopping as you start to cry embarrassment filling your head. 

“sorry, dad, so sorry, i-“ you hiccup as he squats down petting your hair and running his arms over you. 

“sorry why? felt good didn’t you? it’s okay to touch your cunny, baby,” he coos his soft warm voice instantly soothing you. 

“but- but i didn’t - ask,” you stutter sniffling as your pee keeps pouring. 

“shhh, don’t need to ask dad, i want you to feel good baby. felt really good, look at all your pee, held so much in your tummy,” he rubs his hand over your sensitive clitty pulling the hood back helping your stream arch onto the glass. you whine leaning into his touch as you let go, gripping your bear tighter as you watch the droplets grow. 

“felt so good,” you confirm, nodding your head as your stream slows to small gushes. 

“got all needy, sorry dad wasn’t here to take care of his girl,” he pouts letting his hand linger over your cunny rubbing its softly as you calm down. 

“missed you dad needed your cock so bad. couldn’t help it,” you babble. 

“i know, baby, i missed you. dad got all hard watching you sleep so pretty this morning had to touch my cock by myself.” 

“you do it too, dad? you make the white cum stuff come out by yourself?” he nods at you as you turn to face him his hand resting on your butt spreading the cheeks to see you in the mirror. 

“yeah dad has to touch his cock just like you touch your cunny,” he confirms, he settles in front of you on his knees. 

“show me,” you look up at him hand reaching down to grip him over his jeans. 

“wanna see?” you nod at him looking down as your hands race to unbutton his pants. shaky hands furious with need as you slide the zipper down. “mmm you’re getting good at that, baby.”

“do you touch it like i touched my cunny with my fingers,” you ask, tugging his waistband down. 

“i touch it like when you use your hands on dad,” he confirms, letting you lower his clothes, his cock heavy and full already. 

“wanna see dad, please show me,” your eyes begging. it doesn’t take any convincing leaning back to sit down opening his legs for you to crawl closer. dragging your bear on the carpet as you come to him. 

“mmm, can you give me some spit?” he holds out a hand and you oblige by moving your mouth to build up saliva before spilling it out of your lips and globbing it in his palm. “good girl.”

“dad used to touch his cock a lot before he had you to help him.” he tells you using your spit to help his hand glide over himself. you lean in resting on your tummy between his legs eyes wide as you watch him stroke himself. 

“did you have to get your cum out a lot?” 

“mhmm dad would get so hard and pent up had to touch himself to feel better,” he groans, his hand flicking. you squirm closer wanting the best view. 

“sorry i couldn’t help you dad. it’s not fair to you,” you pout leaning on his inner thigh, your bear resting opposite. 

“oh little one you’re here now. had some help too, it wasn't all bad,” he tells you. you use your hand to cup his heavy balls squeezing and massaging them hoping to help him a little. 

“did dr. jung help you like he did me?”

“unhuh, dr. jung helped dad get all his cum out. dr. jung is really good with his hands,” he grunts as your hand fondles his heavy sac. he thinks back to times before you, back when he was your age jerking off with jaehyun in an alleyway hoping someone would catch them. 

the times jaehyun would sneak his hand into johnny’s pants during lectures grinning and showing his dimple while johnny filled his boxers. jaehyun telling johnny his big master plan of running his own practice and he even had his first patient. johnny watching as jaehyun fucked into haechan’s hole the boy whining and spraying piss out of his boy clitty while his dad, their old professor doyoung, touched his stepson. 

johnny didn’t know jaehyun was so fucked up but the more he swirled into that world the more he enjoyed it. the taboo nature of jaehyun’s words coaxing thick streams of piss out of virgins while his gloved fingers stuffed them. then getting his own step toy. johnny couldn’t help but be jealous, then he found you. his tummy warmed at the memories. 

“dad, you’re so sticky,” you giggle your finger tapping his tip making strings. 

“cause i have my pretty girl here. like when you watch me baby makes me feel so good,” he groans, his hips bucking into his tight fist. 

“when i saw you dad, made my cum shoot out, made my tummy so hot and felt so good too.” you admit, licking your sticky finger. 

“yeah?” he pauses moaning, letting his lip slide out of his mouth. “made you feel a little naughty didn’t it? getting caught touching your cunny,” he already knows. he feels the same way. the feeling of your mom one day catching him buried in her daughter. 

“unhuh, felt like i was in trouble but in a good way,” you squirm rubbing your pissy thighs together, your feet kicking in the air. 

“i know baby, fuck, keep watching me gonna cum baby,” he hisses, his hand jerking faster over his cock bumping yours as you massage his balls. 

“cum for me dad, wanna see it please,” you whimper. you can’t help yourself bringing your lips to latch around his tip hearing him call your name as he cums. hot warmth filling your mouth, the familiar taste spreading as he shoots onto your tongue. you keep sucking, swallowing him down with need as he curses, his hands threading in your hair. 

“atta girl, fuck,” he leans his head back. you pull away gulping him down before letting your tongue collect any leftovers his flavor never lasting long enough. 

“felt good?”

“so fucking good baby,” he grins at you, petting your hair as you lay back on his thigh. 

“where did you go this morning? did you have lots of work?”

“dad had to get some papers. remember how we talked about going away just us two?” you nod looking up at him. “got all that finished so now we just need to decide when you wanna go and we can pack up.”

“really oh really dad,” you grin, sitting up and bouncing on your knees. you reach for him, wrapping your arms around him, your bear still gripped in your fingers. pulling his face in to kiss him with a loud smack. he can’t help but smile at you. 

“unhuh, as long as you still wanna go and be stuck with me,” he smiles at you softly. 

“wanna be with dad foreverrrr,” you giggle. you fall into him as he holds your waist taking you down with him grinning and giggling with you. 

“wanna be with my girl,” he coos, cupping your cheek kissing you softly waiting for you to open your mouth sticking your tongue out to flick against his. you still hadn’t mastered kissing but johnny preferred it, your clumsy mouth slipping against his, small tongue tapping his as you whined. 

he kept you close, letting you rub against him as he sucked your tongue into his mouth. lewd wet sounds filling your ears making you happy and giddy. you loved his big tongue against yours, slimy and sticky and warm, sliding against you as he tilted your head. he kissed over your cheek wet mouth mashing to your soft skin. 

“dad, when we go away you can kiss me like this all the time, right?” you whine, his tongue sliding over your jaw. 

“mmmm, gonna keep your lips on mine 24/7.” he confirms, grinning against your skin. you whimper rubbing your cunny over his soft cock trying to make it hard again so you can have it in you. he slides his tongue lower moving your face so he can get a better angle mouthing against the soft skin of your neck. you whine, hold tightening on your bear as his teeth slide over your neck. what he wouldn’t get to mark you as his, red and purple bruises for everyone to see. 

“dad,” you moan, his teeth softly biting into your delicate skin before pulling away tongue soothing. his lips press against you as he moves to your ear flicking his tongue over your lobe making you squirm. 

“tickles,” you giggle. 

“i love you,” he whispers, before pulling back his eyes meeting yours. 

“i love you, dad,” you lean your head on his chest. his large hands brushing over your head. “dad.”

“what is it, kiddo?”

“you forgot my cunny medicine,” you tell him. 

“oh no, we can’t have that, need your cunny good and healthy so you can have all the dad cock you want,” he kisses your face again before helping you up. you kneel looking up at him as he stands over you, his cock half hard making your mouth water. “let me get your special medicine.”

“dad, wanna be naked with you,” you pout reaching for his pant leg before he can walk away. 

“mmm, c’mere baby,” he coos at you, helping you stand your panties sliding off your ankle. “let’s put him on the bed.” he holds your bear tenderly, walking him to your mattress before coming back to you. he stands in front of you with large hands sliding under your shirt as he lifts it over your head. “pretty baby.”

“wanna help you,” you say, small hands reaching under his shirt lifting the hem over his head. you rub your fingers over his chest feeling his muscles under his skin before tugging his pants all the way down. 

“better?”

“unhuh, like seeing you,” you admit, biting your lip. 

“mmm, i like seeing you baby. can you wait on the bed while i get your pill?” you nod. you sit on your bed bear in hand again, sliding over the big stain you’d made yesterday. you watch with a big grin as your dad’s butt jiggles as he walks out of your room. 

you opened your legs looking down at the sticky mess you’d been left with. maybe dad would put his cock in you after you had your cunny medicine. you used your fingers leading down and spreading your puffy cunny so slippery and sticky. you felt good touching yourself but liked it much better when dad did. 

“got all messy huh, baby,” he grins at you back in the doorway. 

“so sticky dad, want cock really, really bad,” you pout at him as he crosses the room. 

“yeah? how about you have your cunny medicine then dad can stretch you out and fill you up,” he offers his large hand cupping your face. 

“please, wanna taste daddy,” you whimper, puffy lip jutting out. 

“mmm open for me,” you slack your jaw sticking your tongue out before he places the small circle on your tongue. he pulled your ankles bringing you closer to the edge of the bed making you giggle.  he grabbed his cock tapping it on your tongue grunting. 

“you look so pretty for me. love how much you want it, baby,” he coos. you open your mouth as wide as you can eagerly awaiting your favorite drink. he grunts softly relaxing, slowly dribbling onto your tongue. 

you moan eyes wide as you start to taste him, the pill sliding down your throat going unnoticed as you gulp him down. closing your mouth to latch around his tip again slurping fast as his stream speeds up. he moans watching your cheeks swell and empty over and over. 

“my pretty girl,” moaning as you swirl your tongue loving the feeling of each gush hitting your muscle. you started bobbing your head slowly sucking him into your mouth as you held your bear in front of you. johnny loved the sight, innocent sweet girl getting defiled by dad like all good daughters do. 

“fuck, baby, taught you so well taking dad’s cock all on your own,” he praised, threading his fingers in your hair as his piss stream begins to taper off. you swallow the rest moving your head faster up and down, hollowing your cheeks as he hardens in your mouth. 

“shit, baby, don’t make dad cum,” he groans, pulling you off of him with a pop. you look up at him smiling with your teeth as spit drips out of your mouth and onto your bear. 

“how do you want dad’s cock? want dad to fuck your cunny while you lay down? wanna sit on dad’s cock?” 

“wanna bend over, remember dad, you told me dad’s can fuck me like that,” you remind him. 

“show me, kiddo.” you turn quickly bending your knees and exposing your cunny as your arms hold you up, your sticky bear right under you. 

“mmm, i remember now. gives dad such a pretty view of your back cunny,” he smiles soothing his hands over your butt. 

“dad you touched my back cunny a lot yesterday it felt really good,” you turn to look back at him, wiggling your butt. 

“yeah? how about dad shows you something that feels even better than his fingers?” you nod quickly, stretching your neck to see his face come closer. he spreads your cheeks groaning at your tight rim winking back at him slick glistening over you.

hanging his tongue out as he laps over your tight hole making you gasp. pushing his mouth against you, swirling his tongue over the tight hole, you can’t help but drop your head, the sensation so new, so good, so overwhelming. whimpering as you grip your sheets his mouth moving up and down as he tastes your sweet skin mixing with leftover piss and slick. he can’t get enough of your sounds airy whines spilling as he pokes his tongue into your tight hole. 

“relax baby,” he mumbles between your cheeks. you try your best, his hands squeezing your butt as you breathe deeply letting your muscles release his tongue sliding into you making you squeal. your arms dropping you onto your bear as he fills up your tightest hole. cunny dripping onto your bed as he dives deeper fingers digging into your soft skin. 

“taste so good,” he garbled into your skin, spit slipping down as he devoured you. you whine, legs shaky and squirming his tongue flicking inside of you.

“fuck,” he groans, pulling back to see your head buried in your sheets, hole clenching waiting for more, cunny dripping long sticky strings. “you okay?”

“unhuh, feels funny. like it,” you babble, trying to lift yourself up again. 

“yeah? one day dad can put his cock in your back cunny too,” you whimper turning to see him. one hand holding his cock rubbing against your cunny as he stares down biting his lip. 

“want cock in my cunny,” you plead, pushing your hips back to meet him. 

“don’t want stretching?” you shake your head, hips wiggling begging without words. “mmm, so slippery, baby. dad’s gonna fuck your cunny so good.”

“please dad, want,” you’re cut off. his thick cock plunging into you stretching your tiny hole to the max. crying out cunny beyond full arms wavering again as you try to stay up. 

“oh fuck, dad,” you choke, his cock sliding out before slamming back into you filling your tummy all the way up. 

“thought you were ready, kiddo,” he grins, clutching your hips pulling you into him with a slap of your skin. 

“so much, too hard,” you cry out, weakly pushing against his hand but he slams into you again. his balls slapping against your clitty. 

“were you fibbing?” he asks pulling you almost all the way off before pulling you back in your hips shaking in his hold. 

“nuhuh, i-“ he does it again pulling almost all the way out before fucking back into you tip touching your cervix. “i just, fuck.”

“cat got your tongue, baby?” he coos already going stupid. too helpless to push him off so you suffer through the forcefulness. you’ll learn to like it. 

“dadddd ‘s too much,” you squeal, arms falling making you face plant into your bear. 

“feels so good though,” he grunts, pulling your fallen hips against his cock. lifting them to angle into you, crying as he rubs your special spot with his cock. each slap of his skin against yours a squelch of pleasure mixing with pain. 

you keep your head pressed into your bear whimpering wishing he’d slow down but if it feels good for dad it’s okay you think. your legs shaking around him as he slows rubbing inside of you over and over. 

“atta girl, not so bad when you aren’t squirming,” he moans, leaning over his arms encasing you. your tears wetting your bear as his hips speed up again grinding into you the pleasure melting the roughness into a warm sweet flavor. 

“to tight around dad, still like my little virgin girl,” he coos, sliding a hand under your squeezing at your small mashed tit. 

“dad,” you gasp over and over. every movement he makes bubbling in your tummy, spilling over and coating your body. fingers gripping anything you can as your clitty rubs your stained sheets. 

“doing so good taking dad so fucking good,” groaning as he swivels his hips into you with practiced ease. you never even had the thought of your dad knowing how to do dad and daughter stuff before you. no thought of him having fucking with any other person not even your mom. johnny was very well practiced, far too experienced to resort to his step daughter but also freakishly deranged to only want her. 

“dad, want face. wanna see you,” you babble, mouthing at your bear as you try to move under him but he’s too strong. 

“hmm? wanna see me?” you nod, hair messy as you try to turn your face. 

“c’mere,” he coos his harshness gone exchanged with a familiar softness gracing his face. he leans back onto his knees before he lifts your hips shifting you onto your side. he pushes your thigh higher your head partially facing him his cock still inside of you. 

“better?”

“unhuh, hold me,” you whimper. he snakes his arms under you wrapping one around your thighs lifting them to angle your hips. 

“sweet baby, was i too rough?” you shake your head lying but he doesn’t need to know. 

“sorry baby, got carried away. you just feel so good on dad just made for me,” he soothes, holding your hand as he starts slowly thrusting into you. he bites his lip taking long deep strokes hitting you so deep you can’t focus on anything else. 

“oh dad, so deep, dad,” you whimper, eyes closing, mouth hanging open as he stays slow and steady. he releases your hand pushing your thigh back so he can go even deeper. the view of your tight cunny wrapped around him as he pulls out holding him so close he can’t help but fill you back up. 

“doing so good baby, touch your cunny, show dad how you touch yourself,” he grunts, watching your shaky hand slide between your legs. rhythmic whines escaping your throat as you rub stupidly against your clitty. 

“dadddd,” you call out, fingers slick as they slide back and forth. “oh my god,” you cry when his cock rubs against that special spot inside your cunny. 

“feels good doesn’t it? doing so good, gonna cum for dad aren’t you,” he coos, your head nodding fast as you rub your fingers rapidly. your legs relaxed dangling in his arms as he takes what’s his. speeding his hips up to slam into you hard and fast, his hips slapping your skin. 

“want cum, oh god, dad, dad,” you chant your belly growing full and tight and warm all at once. he can feel you getting closer your slick walls tightening around him. 

“want you to cum for me, you can do that can’t you? cum on dad’s cock,” you squeal hips jerking as you cum on his command. whining and grabbing his wrist as he fucks you through it, his hair bouncing on his forehead slamming his hips into you. your mouth wide silent screams as you cream on his cock. 

“that’s my good girl. fuck feels so good for dad when you cum,” he grunts. he doesn’t slow down, pounding into you like a ragdoll your whole body bouncing back and forth. 

“i- it’s, dad,” whining as you feel your body going numb with pleasure your cunny contracting as your orgasm seems to never end. your dad moving his fingers to rub your clitty making your jerk against him hands flying to push him away but he doesn’t let you just smiles at your struggle. 

“one more baby, let dad have one more,” he tells you, your small hands still slapping at his wrists. that just makes him fuck you harder use more pressure on your swollen used clitty. 

“fuckkk i’m so close baby, you can cum again can’t you. i know you’re so sensitive but it will feel so good,” you nod your head not even knowing what you’re agreeing too. your whole body buzzing in his hold eyes and mouth dripping as his thumb speeds up. 

“da,” you babble, head foggy as your body shakes again. legs quivering voice whining without warning cunny tighter than before as you cum again for him. liquid spilling around his cock. 

“just like that fuck, kiddo, gonna fill you up,” he grunts again his pretty sounds distracting you. slamming into you a few more times before groaning your name hips stuttering as you feel the white liquid shooting inside of you filling you up like you wanted. all the pain and sensitivity melts away when your cunny swallows him up. 

“shit baby, did so fucking good for me,” he leans over you licking a long stripe from your exposed breast to your cheek before kissing you. “made dad feel so good.”

“dad, cunny, full,” you say stupidly. 

“yeah, dad fucked your cunny full of my special dad stuff. came so much for me,” he grins above you. wet slimy lips pressing greedy kisses over your face. 

“love dad cum,” babbling as your eyes look to him. 

“love filling up my girl. that’s what dads are for,” he whispers. “didn’t hurt you did i?”

“nuhuh, felt so much more than ever. feel it all over,” you tell him, as he leans back. 

“mmm good girl, want you to cum so hard and feel so good.” he lifts your hips slowly pulling out of your gaping hole. once such a tiny tight little thigh now you’re all grown up. he gets close groaning cock twitching as he sees the white start bubbling out of you. he can’t help but stare watching his thick white seed start to spill out of you. using his large fingers to collect it and push it back in making you whine again. 

“dad, can’t,” you plead. 

“need to clean you up baby, got dad all in you,” he smiles. god he loves how pliant you are just taking what he gives you not resisting. leaning down cupping his tongue and collecting his dad cum from your little daughter hole. moaning at his own taste as it fills his mouth. 

pulling away he brings his face to your opening your mouth and letting his cum slowly drip onto your tongue. your eyes soft and dazed as you taste him, thick white sliding down your throat. he stares at your open mouth watching you fill up as he spits it all out for you. 

“good girl,” he coos, as you swallow it down. “you did so good for dad. love how we get to be so close now sticking my grown up dad cock in your cunny.” he rubs his hands over your massaging your muscles. 

“how come it feels so good and all over,” you say eyes closed, mashed into your bear as you bask in the post sex haze. 

“cause we’re dad and daughter and we love each other,” his hand stroking your sticky face. “when two people love each other like we do it makes everything more intense.”

“is it like that with mom,” you ask, peaking up. 

“never. can i tell you a secret,” he leans in mouthing at your neck as you nod. “dad only loves you. everything with mom is all pretend i don’t love her the way i do you. my special little girl.” you feel the warmth filling your tummy and spreading like a puddle of your pee. 

“really dad? sorry you have to pretend for me,” you pout. “wanna leave so you can be happy with me.”

“you’re so sweet baby,” he rolls beside you, tucking you into his large side. “can’t wait to be with my baby forever and ever. never gonna leave me right, baby?”

“never ever gonna leave you. wanna be with dad forever,” you confirm holding your pinky out for him to link. 

the rest of the week is a blur of fuckings and more fuckings and sneaky fuckings and loud fuckings and inappropriate fuckings in every position you can think of. your dad made sure to let you have fucking at least twice a day he said it was better the more fucking a daughter got because then it would make her feel good. 

dad’s cunny inspections got longer, his hands groping your small tits while you covered your mouth. making sure to pinch your tiny blossoming nipples until your cunny was even more sticky. his large digits scissoring inside of your walls stretching and coaxing any leftover cum out of you. he loved keeping you full with him, tugging your used panties up, letting them soil and stick to you with his cum as glue. 

you pushed your face in your pillows while he teased his tip in filling your cunny up endlessly. whimpering and looking at him with begging eyes for more for just a centimeter more just a little bit more inside. falling asleep full of his cum and clutching your bear while he wrapped you into him. 

he’d woken up a few times with your hands or your mouth teasing his cock to life. you’d grown so obsessed with being full of him you couldn’t keep your hands off of him. he’d made you into just the girl he wanted. his little dad cock obsessed daughter constantly whining in his ear to have fucking with her dad. 

sometime in the night before church you rolled over straddling your dad and pushing his half hard cock in your sticky cunny. whining as you tried to take it all bouncing stupidly and sloppily trying to satisfy the urges. lifting your sleeping dad’s hand to rub your clitty. he woke up to the most perfect sight, concentrating daughter trying to take dad’s cock while he slept using him for her craving. 

he couldn’t be more proud. 

he’d been sending jaehyun all the files. the unending videos of your twisted up face crying while you got cock forced inside of you. jaehyun was drinking them up, telling johnny how lucky he was to have such a perfect princess. jaehyun didn’t tell johnny how bad he wanted a taste, how much he wanted to take advantage of her naivety again. 

you felt excited for church that morning, bubbling to tell dr. jung about your week of dad and daughter time. while your mom had choir and your dad was greeting people you slipped away searching for dr. jung. 

“darling,” you turn your head smile widening when you see him standing in the doorway of a classroom. 

“dr. jung,” you skip to him, wrapping him in a big hug. 

“aren’t you happy today, wanna tell me all about it,” he grinned, stepping aside to let you in the sunday school room. he shut the door behind you clicking the lock but it went unnoticed. 

“oh my goodness dr. jung. i had so much fucking with dad, we did it all over even in mom’s bed,” you giggled bouncing on your toes. 

“really? that sounds like lots of fun, did you get dad’s cock after church? your mom said you weren’t feeling good so you stayed home that evening.”

“it was just pretend. i had dad’s cock in me all day. at first it kinda hurt and stung in my cunny,” you say rubbing a hand over your sticky cum filled panties. your dad already giving you something to feel during sunday school. “then it felt so good like i was gonna explode.”

“yeah, glad your cunny felt good. dad been fucking you a lot? daughters need to have lots of dad cock,” he tells you walking closer to you backing you into the desk. 

“unhuh, we have fucking at least twice but sometimes more. dad even taught me how to have cum by myself,” you grin, your butt pushing into the table. 

“oh wow, aren’t you special,” he smiles at you, bringing a hand to slip under your skirt. “can you show me?”

“unhuh, do you need to make sure i’m doing it right?” he nods lifting you to sit on the desk your dress riding up. 

“i can help make sure you are doing it just right to get the cum out,” he smiles at you. you nod, bending your knees exposing your panties. he squats down in front of you getting face to face with your panties. 

“did dad stuff you already?” he grins, rubbing a finger over your damp panties. 

“unhuh, every morning after cunny medicine,” thinking back to this morning your dad making you cum in no time while your mom took a shower. 

“that’s a good girl, you take his dad cock good don’t you?” you nod his finger rubbing your clitty making your toes curl. “show me how you touch your cunny.”

“i just,” you pause, catching your breath, bringing your hand over your panties. you push over your clitty feeling the sticky cum squish against you. moving your hand you rub fast up and down over your clitty. “unnnh, like this.”

“yeah?” he peaks up at you, your lip trapped between your teeth as you concentrate. “let me show you a better way.”

“there’s more ways,” you whimper, hand still mashing hard and fast feeling your tummy warm. 

“oh darling, there’s an unlimited number of ways to touch your cunny.” he smiles up at you. “first put your fingers in your panties.”

“like this?” you move your hand sliding them inside the waistband fingertips touching the white stuff. 

“just like that, why don’t i take these off for you so i can see just what you’re doing,” his voice is gentle as his large hands slide over your legs tugging your soiled panties down your legs before shoving them in his pocket. “such a pretty cunny. i can tell dad’s been using it a lot.”

“wish dad could keep his cock in me all day and night,” you pout. 

“wouldn’t that be fun,” he smirks. “see your clitty.”

“unhuh,” you nod staring between your legs at the swollen nub. 

“right there is gonna feel extra good so take one of your little fingers and curl it on your clitty,” he instructs. you stare down, using your pointer to stroke your bundle of nerves making you hiss. 

“oh, dr. jung,” you whimper. 

“see, feels so good. keep doing that it will help your cunny get all slick,” he smiles, leaning closer his hands spreading your thighs. 

“so tickly,” you mumble, your hips jerking with each rub over your clitty. you don’t see mark in the window of the door. the teenage boy looming, watching you in earnest defiling yourself for dr. jung. his cock growing in his slacks for the fifth time this week because of you. 

“atta girl, can see all your cunny juice coming out,” he confirms, lowering his glasses to peak over the rims. 

“feel good, close to cum,” babbling as you squirm on the desk. 

“not yet, bring your fingers to your cunny hole,” he tells you and you do after another good rub on your clitty. small fingers starting to prune in the wetness when you touch over your hole. 

“here?”

“perfect, now want you to put a finger inside your cunny,” he says. your slow, softly pushing your pointer finger inside of your slippery cunny. 

“feels funny,” you giggle. 

“yeah? go in and out like when dad puts his cock in your cunny.” you follow his lead, moving your tiny finger in and out your hips wiggling again. 

“more,” you whimper. 

“add another finger.” you whine, head falling back when you push your middle finger in beside your digit. feeling full already as your hips buck into your hand. 

“mark, just the guy i was looking for,” johnny smiles, seeing mark staring in the window of a sunday school room. 

“oh uh, fuck,” he mumbles under he breath turning to johnny and he can’t hide the bulge in his khakis. “hi mr. suh.”

“you okay,” johnny smiles knowingly staring at the large mound in the boys pants. 

“uh yeah, i uh, oh this,” he stammers, looking everywhere but johnny’s face. 

“what’s going on? did you watch a dirty movie,” johnny grins, walking closer to mark. the boy can’t speak only pointing to the glass for johnny.

“hmm.” johnny leaning in his jaw growing slack his eyes bulging when he sees what mark was so enamored with. “oh my fucking god.”

“mr. suh,” mark sounded shocked hearing the curse words in the house of god ona. sunday morning. johnny got closer, pressing his face to the window jiggling the doorknob. 

“fucker locked it,” he groans, slamming his head on the glass. 

“i uh, i have my keys,” mark pipes up reaching into his pocket digging out the jingling metal. 

“oh i could kiss you, gimme,” johnny grabs for the keys pushing them into the lock opening the door and dragging mark in despite his protests. 

“oh, dad,” you whimper, your fingers squelching in your cunny. “dr. jung is teaching me.” your words are garbled on your own spit, dr. jung turned to look at his friend and the pastor's son with a cheeky grin. 

“i see that,” he tries to sound sweet and soft and loving but he never told jaehyun he could do this. they’d never even spoken about him being alone with her. suddenly he was overwhelmed with anger, he wanted to grab his friend by the collar and beat the shit out of him, but wouldn’t that ruin the illusion?

“markkk,” you whine, curling your fingers inside of you. the boys face is beat red his eyes can’t move from the motion of your fingers and the wet cunt in his face. 

“uh, hey,” he chokes. 

“dad, come see,” you whimper, eyes dazed, fingers soaked as you reach for him with your other hand. he can’t break the illusion he will deal with his friend later, walking over to you soothing his features as he stands beside you. his large hand smoothing over your back as he lifts your skirt to get a good look. 

“so pretty, baby, fingers feel good don’t they?”

“unhuh, dr. jung said he can show me a better way to touch my cunny,” you mewl, leaning onto your dad’s shoulder. 

“is that right,” he scowls at jaehyun his glasses low as he watches johnny’s daughter stuff them in her cunny. 

“feels really good, like your fingers better though,” you admit. mark is so flabbergasted, so completely taken aback by the entire situation like some crude fantasy. he was so uncomfortable and so nauseous but so aroused his cock harder than ever. 

“mark, why don’t you come get a good look,” dr. jung suggests, turning to wink at him. mark’s mouth is dry but he’s a good boy and does as he’s told slimming over to the crowd forming around his crush. 

“do you touch pretty girl’s like this?” mark shakes his head. he’d never do such a dirty thing, especially not before marriage. johnny feels his anger melting into arousal at the idea of corrupting the cute boy who’s cock gets hard with a glimpse of his daughter’s thigh. 

“don’t you have a crush on her? i can see how you watch her during worship,” johnny adds, his lip twitching into a grin. 

“i uh,” he stammers looking between the eyes of the men in front of him before staring right into yours. soft fragile girl who isn’t really any of those things but he still finds his heart speeding up at her dazed smile. “unhuh.”

“why don’t you touch her like a grown up since you have grown up feeling for her,” jaehyun grins, reaching for mark’s thigh tugging him closer. mark trips stumbling over his feet, his hands landing around your thighs on the table. your small hand still making soft circles on your clitty, his breath hot in your face. 

“would you like that baby? do you want mark to touch your cunny?” you nod your head against your dad’s big shoulder looking at mark with need in your eyes. 

“i don’t think, i’ve never. it wouldn’t be,” mark fumbles with excuses as dr. jung stands up beside him. he grins to johnny their friendship easily mended as he grabs mark’s wrist forcing it closer and closer to the warm wet. 

“please mark, want you to touch me,” you whimper, egging him on. his calloused fingers sliding against yours, the feeling something he’d never get over. warm wet slick, soft fleshy mound sliding under his fingers, he bites his lip eyes down watching his hand move on its own. 

“oh god,” he groans, your sticky fingers guiding him now. moving them to touch the swollen bump making your whine as your toes curl. 

“that’s her clit,” jaehyun grins, whispering down mark’s neck. mark gulps; he'd only ever seen it in a textbook and heard vulgar boys talk about it, but to feel it so soft and sweet under his fingers dragging the most melodic sounds from his dream girl. 

“feels so good,” you sigh, falling into your dad’s hold, his eyes trained on mark’s inexperienced hands. 

“why don’t you put one in, mark,” johnny suggests, watching mark fumble. 

“here mark,” jaehyun moves mark’s hand again, pushing his knuckle so it slides into the warmth. mark groans out his hips bucking like he was inside of you fully. his middle finger surrounded by soft silky warmth completely wrapping him up. 

“curl your fingers, like this,” johnny tells him making a motion with his own finger for mark. 

“ohhh,” you whine, eyes closing when he rubs the special spot inside of you. he isn’t sure what he did but he wants to keep doing it. rubbing his fingertip over and over the spongy insides until you’re squirming in front of him. 

“she likes it,” johnny grins to him. 

“that’s her gspot. you wanna make her squirt, don't you?” dr. jung is behind mark whispering in the shelf of his ear making mark shiver. 

“more,” you whine. mark isn’t sure what that means did you want it faster or harder or. 

“add a finger,” johnny instructs, mark does as he’s told. pushing a second digit into you making you melt. he goes back to rubbing that spot again with both fingers. 

“touch her clit, use your thumb,” dr. jung instructs. 

“markkk,” you whine, your hips jerking as his thumb touches the bump again. he likes you like this, the pretty sounds, the warmth around his fingers. 

“good job,” dr. jung coos in his ear. he’s like the devil on mark’s shoulder, getting him to sin more and more but mark doesn’t care. it can’t be a sin if it feels so good right? 

“feels good, oh, mark,” you whimper, fingers digging into the desk as your tummy heats up. mark’s cock is impossibly hard in his khakis. he thinks that everytime he sees you but it really is this time. 

“go faster mark, she can take it. my baby likes it like that,” johnny grins, tapping his fingers over your chin. mark flicks his wrist faster chasing something he’s only heard about. 

“unhuh, like it, oh dad.” you’re so close to spilling all over mark’s hand. “want kiss.” mark’s head flicks up thinking you’re talking to him but then he sees your dad lean in, flicking his tongue into your delicate mouth. mark could cum in his pants, why did something so sick and twisted have to be so hot. 

“atta boy, mark, gonna make a pretty girl cum for the first time,” dr. jung has his hands on mark’s waist, his fingers creeping closer to the boy’s bulge pushing mark back into his own. 

your whimpering gets louder despite the fat tongue sliding against your teeth. hips jerking to meet his clumsy wrist he can’t decide what to look at. 

“she’s close, get ready,” dr. jung grips mark’s bulge the boy doubling over with a shriek as you cum. his face right in the line of fire as you spray a hot clear stream. moaning into your dad’s mouth as mark sneaks his open hoping for a little taste of what he’s heard about. 

“good girl,” johnny coos, looking down at mark. the boy’s chin is sticky and his bulge damp in jaehyun’s hand. 

“holy cow,” mark mumbles, watching and feeling your walls contract around his finger. your squirming and whining mark still moving his hand inside of you not knowing when to stop until johnny smacks his hand. his digits dripping in nectar and he can’t help but taste the forbidden fruit, sucking his fingers lewdly into his mouth moaning at the sweet pure taste. 

“they learn so fast,” dr. jung grins petting mark’s hair. 

“it’s natural instinct,” johnny replies, soothing his own hand over your face. 

“mark it’s gonna be hard for you to stand in front of the congregation with your problem,” dr. jung says, pushing his glasses up on his nose, eyeing mark’s cock. 

“i’ll just run to the bathroom real quick i uh, thanks,” he feels awkward suddenly the guilt falling over him. 

“nonsense, you can take care of mark can’t you baby? you know how to help boy’s get the cum out don’t you?” johnny grins at you. 

“unhuh, wanna help, can i mark,” you pout at him eyes glassy. he’s caught between the angel and devil on his shoulder but you look like an angel so it must be fine. 

“let dad help you down,” johnny lifts you with ease, helping you stand on shaky legs. the pool you left on the desk is fully visible now. 

“can i taste it?” you look up at him big eyes pleading and he just stands stupidly nodding. you grin dropping to your knees way too familiar with this act but mark can deconstruct that later. 

“she’s been practicing with buckles lately,” johnny grins, brushing your hair back standing face to face with mark. his sweet daughter between them sliding the belt from the loop just like she’s practiced. grinning silly when she unbuttons his pants. 

“wow,” you smile his cock hanging in your face. he’s skinny and shorter than your dad but it suits his frame, long hair poking around the base like a flower. 

“what a nice cock, mark. i really should get your dad and you in for an appointment,” dr. jung grins. he comes closer standing behind mark sandwiching him between johnny. 

“i- uh, thanks,” he gulps, looking down again just as your small hand wraps around his cock. he’d dreamed about this fantasized about you touching him then he prayed about it the cycle repeating often. 

“really pretty, i like it, don’t you dad?” you look up at your dad. he grins down at you, knuckles rubbing your cheek. 

“pretty cock for my pretty girl,” he coos, making your tummy heat again. “show mark how good you can take cock, i bet you can take him all the way down.”

“gonna try,” determined face as you come close kissing the tip making him jump but dr. jung holds him. large arms keeping him in place rubbing his bulge into mark’s butt making everything more intense. 

“oh god,” he cries as you latch your mouth around him. lips not stinging as they stretch around him slowly lowering your head as you hollow your cheeks. mark hadn’t said the lord’s name in vain in his whole life but he couldn’t help it. 

“feels good?” dr. jung coos from behind, his fingers dancing higher on mark’s chest. 

“so, oh,” he groans, as you start moving faster, swirling your tongue around him. dr. jung grins over mark’s shoulder, eyes meeting with johnny’s the unspoken discussion taking place. nodding to jaehyun and he knows what johnny is asking so he moves his fingers rubbing the tips over mark’s nipples poking under his shirt. 

“oh my god,” he bucks in dr. jung’s touch his cock hitting your throat just like you like it. “oh i’m oh.”

“gonna cum?” mark squeezes his eyes trying to hold back but the words fill his head with yucky things he can’t help it. 

“unhu,” he pants, trying to pull out but all three of you keep him in place. mr. suh’s sickly grin, mouth dripping filth, dr. jung twisting his nipples, and you, sweet precious girl sucking his cock like it’s your job. bobbing your head sloppy sucking sounds coming from below him. 

“she likes it when you cum in her mouth,” dr. jung grins. 

“i can’t, i’m- i’m sorry,” the boy whines, squirming in dr. jung’s grip. 

“gonna cum down my daughter’s throat?”

“fff,” he hisses, too scared to curse. his hips jerking as he fills up your mouth with hot white. you moan around him, he tastes so different bitter and salty but you like it. collecting every single spurt on your tongue and letting it slide down your throat. 

“atta boy,” dr. jung purrs, his hands lowering to mark’s hips helping him pull away from your eager hand. 

“felt good huh?” johnny smirks, his hands brushing through your hair. mark looks down, sweet innocent smile on your soft lips licking over them as you look back at him. 

“it’s so, oh god,” mark moans, wiggling from dr. jung’s hold but he’s too weak. 

“mark it’s normal don’t be scared,” the doctor confirms, hands gripping mark’s softening cock to help tuck him back into his khakis. 

“you liked it didn’t you, baby?” your dad looks down at you and you nod. 

“mark your boy cock tastes really good, fits in my mouth just right,” you grin, taking your dad’s hand to stand up. 

“i-“ church bells interrupt him signaling sunday school in less than five minutes. 

“looks like you two need to get to your class,” your dad smiles, fixing your clothes and smoothing them down over you. 

“cmon mark,” you grin, his cum is probably still in your teeth he thinks. you take his hand dragging him out of the classroom. 

“sweet kids,” dr. jung says. 

“don’t touch her without me ever again.”

“just thought she could use a private session,” dr. jung grins at his friend. 

“i would never do that to your girl. don’t ever do it again.” jaehyun knows he’s serious, but he didn’t mean any harm. he just can’t help being a little perverted. how is it wrong to help her out with something even if they’re all alone? it wasn’t like he fucked her yet.

“i’m leaving her mom.”

“really? she isn’t in on it?”

“god no, that prude bitch, even if she was, I don't think i’d want to keep her around,” he moans, rubbing his temples. 

“let me know if you need help moving.”

“i won’t.” johnny is curt walking out leaving his friend in the filthy room to clean up the mess. 

jaehyun doesn’t see the issue. he’d let johnny play with his daughter all the time but suddenly he was all righteous, acting like he wasn’t doing an equally terrible thing. he’d even let johnny be there when he took his girl’s virginity it’s the least johnny could do was let jaehyun teach her a few things. 

jaehyun slinked to his familiar pew sitting between his wife and daughter, their hands joining over his crotch. they always knew just what to do, helping the man of the house. he sat back and listened as mark’s father spoke his words filling his head not with good dutiful things but vile disgusting thoughts.

bending his daughter over the pew in the middle of service letting everyone get a glimpse of his good girl just to prove a point to johnny. he knew most of the attendees were just as sick as he was, they were his patients after all. the family behind him with their way too old for adoption children sitting snugly between them but jaehyun knew the man was a cuck watching his boys fuck their mom. 

or the women two rows down, her sweet stepdaughters came weekly with their mom. he was working on teaching her how to make her girls squirt. the dad too old and stupid to care. maybe the head deacon his warm smile hiding his sick obsession with his sons taking their teen cocks in his slimy old mouth with greed.

not to mention the pastor himself, mark’s own father coming to jaehyun when he needed some extra relief. he didn’t dabble with his own boys but found plenty of solace in jaehyun’s hands particularly in haechan’s. his clerical collar still on while he pushed his cock between plush thighs hitting haechan’s boy clitty. he said it didn’t count if there wasn’t penetration. mark had not a single clue to his own fathers sick fantasies, what he confessed to jaehyun like he was his bishop. father taeyong moaning his son’s name as he came cock never going soft until three orgasms later. 

jaehyun stared at him, his soft inviting smile, his words of wisdom soothing guilty consciences filling the room. he looked to you, the side of your head on the row in front of him laying against your dad’s shoulder. you wouldn’t even have him if it wasn’t for jaehyun. johnny should be thanking jaehyun for helping him, for teaching him the proper way to secure his own daughter. if only you knew the lengths your dad went to. 

as the days passed you fell deeper into a stupor, the only thing on your mind was your dad. you couldn’t focus properly on your online classes or your reading. you spent your days warming his cock in your cunny whimpering as you held his chest, his arms wrapped around you typing at his keyboard occasionally bouncing his knee jolting you into consciousness. 

and your mother, gosh she seemed to be worse by the passing days. her agitating voice constantly nitpicking each and everything. you couldn’t take much more. the only solace was in the thick cock of your father. pouting to him when she hurt your feelings or smacked your hand in anger. he cooed at you soothing your face pressing his waiting bulge into your tummy. 

you couldn’t help yourself tugging his shorts down while he napped beside you mouth watering as his cock slowly appeared. your greedy fingers taking his limp cock in your hands mouthing over it swirling it to life as he snored lightly. you knew your mom would be home soon but you needed just one more fucking before she ruined your day. 

squaring over your dad poking him into your slippery hole sliding down with ease. you’d grown so used to it the full feeling, the warmth in your tummy as it bulged with him. small hands pushing on his chest as you clumsily bounced craving the release he so often gave you. 

“baby,” he groans, hands sliding over your hips as you whimper lip tight between your teeth. 

“needed you,” you whine, hips bouncing against his. 

“love waking up to this,” he grins. 

“cunny got so sticky on my legs and your cock was just talking to me,” you whimper. 

“yeah? what did it say?”

“said it needed,” you pause his cock touching your sweet spot inside. “needed touches.”

“you’re such a good helper,” he grins, looking down at your thighs. concern hitting him for a second until he realizes, red stains. your period. some people would be grossed out but johnny found himself bucking his hips into you. did you even know you were bleeding yet?

“feels so good, cunny feels good,” you babble, head lolling as you keep bouncing on him. god it gave him flashbacks, his cock streaking red when he took your virginity just a few weeks ago. small red circle staining your pissed in sheets, he saved them folding them just so the stains were outward as he shoved it into a keepsake bag. he knew it was fucked but he loved the visual proof. 

“dad’s cock needed so many touches,” he moans, rolling you over in one motion. your head pushed against the pillows of your bed, his hips pistoning into yours just like you liked it. hard and rough and fast and loud. 

“dad, more please more,” you beg, hand coming between you curling against your clit just like dr. jung taught you. 

“feels so warm baby, my god,” he groans, eyes looking down to the large streak of blood covering his cock. he feels light headed just like when he took your virginity. 

“love dad fucking my cunny,” you mutter, not noticing the start of your period sliming over your dad’s cock. 

“fuck.” he grunts, you’d gotten a lot better at dirty talk and it sent him into a tailspin. but the view of your sheets blossoming red along with his cock set him off. lifting your hips and fucking into you hard. your chin shoved down into your chest as he fucked you, your eyes crossing as his tip hit your lowered cervix. 

“in my tummy,” you whine, the bump forming and disappearing with each thrust into you. 

“so deep in your little tummy,” his eyes focused on where you meet the bulge is a bonus. pretty sticky red strings painting his cock, different designs everytime he pulls out. 

“love it dad. love your cock,” your finger sliding in your reddish slick around your clitty. 

“so fucking wet, fuck, dad’s gonna cum,” he groans, he knows its way too fast but it’s all of these things hitting him at once. you taking him while he slept, his cock streaking red, the lewd words, he couldn’t help himself. 

“put it in my cunny,” you moan, reaching your other hand out for him. his hips stutter with a deep moan, his cum shooting thick white inside of.  “oh dad can feel it, can feel your cock pumping your cum in my cunny.”

“shit,” he can’t handle you. his balls tight as he starts moving again mixing his cum with your blood making the prettiest pink slick coat him. 

“oh dad, oh dad,” you chant, eyes closing again. he moves his hands pinching your tiny nipples between his fingers making you cry out hips bucking against him as he spirals deeper into overstimulation. 

“fuck, baby, so fucking pretty making a mess on dad’s cock,” he rolls his hips hitting the sweet spot in your cunny swollen and coated in blood. 

“cumming dad, cumming,” you whimper, voice going silent as your head twists back hips jerking as your sunny flutters around him. the feeling spreading down your shaky legs, hand stalled on your clitty as you cum. warmth pouring over you like a waterfall as his hips keep swiveling in you. 

“holy fuck,” he groans, his cock coated in slimy fluids. “so fucking good for dad.” he can’t stop watching your swollen cunny begging to be fucked through your period ease all the tension with your dad’s help. 

“dad want cock all the time,” you babble, rubbing your hand over your face swiping your drool. 

“mmm, that’s a good thing baby, my girl should be fucked full of dad’s cock whenever she wants,” he grins. slowly sliding his cock out of you, waiting for the leakage to start. 

“wanna go away with you dad, want you,” you whine, reaching a hand to tug his wrist. 

“yeah, when do you wanna leave with dad? we can go anywhere you want,” he smiles. lifting your legs up to watch the pinkish fluid bubble out of your swollen hole. 

“wanna go nowwww,” you pout wiggling in his hold making the cum spill. 

“silly girl, how about tomorrow? we can pack up during the day and be gone before she comes home,” he peaks over your leg with a grin. 

“really really? please can we,” excitement swirling in your tummy, as he rests your hips back on the bed you feel his cum sliding over your butt. 

“as long as you’re sure baby, you want to be with dad forever?” you holdout your pinky and he takes it grinning at you. 

“forever and ever with dad,” you smile as he twists his with yours. 

“i love you so much baby, so glad i got to have you,” he leans in kissing your cheeks.  

“oh no dad you’re bleeding,” you announce pointing to his red cock. 

“baby just your period dad’s okay,” he nods looking down at his cock still streaked with you. 

“that’s so grosssss i’m sorry,” you pout, hiding your face. 

“nooooo dad likes everything about you. even if your cunny gets all red and bloody dad still loves you. dad still loves fucking you no matter what,” he confirms. 

“but it’s icky.”

“nuhuh, and it makes you feel good doesn’t it? helps all your cunny muscles relax and get all the yucky stuff out,” his hands rub softly over your thighs melting your worries. 

“really?”

“unhuh, dad’s cock helps most of all when little girls get their monthly. if your tummy starts to hurt just come to dad okay,” you nod, looking down at the mess you’d unknowingly made. “cmon dad will help wash you off before mom comes home. after cunny inspection you can decide where we go.”

the night isn’t too bad. your mom busy, distracted with a deadline telling you that she will be gone even longer tomorrow which you pretend to be sad about but you just can’t wait to leave. 

your dad helps you relax all your cunny muscles before bed, his large fingers soothing your sticky red cunny. you never knew something could help the pain like your dad could. he made everything better. the moment he was in your life it was like a whole new world appeared. 

you felt so sneaky getting up and helping your dad pack up all the trinkets in your room. you decided to leave most of your books only picking a few of your favorites. when you finished a box he taped it all up and took it to his car while you sorted more stuff. you’d never moved before but it felt really exciting getting to go to a brand new place. 

you picked your favorite clothes, most of them bought by your dad. he patted your head softly when he came back in your room after each trip. he didn’t have much to pack, just his suitcase and a box or two. you didn’t really have much either. even though your whole world was in this house, this room. 

you’d decided on the beach the same pretty blue and white house with a pool your dad said you could swim in. he said you could go on the sand and swim in the salty water even during the daytime. you felt like you could burst. 

you even finished earlier than dad thought. the clock only showing 1pm when you packed the last box. you smiled hugging your dad letting him lift you and push his mouth into your hair. 

“you all ready?”

“yeah yeah let’s goooo,” you grin, tugging him near the door. 

“hold on i gotta make sure your mom knows we’ve gone.”

“but dad thought it was our secret?” you pout up at him. 

“i know, baby, i’m not gonna say much. she just needs to know we didn’t get kidnapped or something,” he tells you. 

“hmm okay,” you fake a scowl but he pushes his finger on the bend in your forehead making you giggle. 

“do you want to write anything?” he offers you a pen, a simple sticky note on a large yellow envelope. you take the pen tapping it on your chin while you think before taking it to paper. 

we’re leaving do not try to contact us. she doesn’t want to speak with you she has asked for my help to leave. you’ve trapped her long enough she’s an adult now so set her free. 

i hope you enjoy all your alone time 

pulling out of the drive and onto your street for the final time. sitting in the front seat holding your dad’s hand giggling as the house got smaller and smaller in the mirror. 

you could go and do anything you wanted now and you felt love like never before. your dad was a real parent unlike your mom who really just hated you. 

but dad, your dad, he was loving, caring, and so wonderful. he never made you feel stupid or small he only made you feel warm and gooey. he taught you so many things like pinky promises and how to order food at a restaurant, he let you hold his hand and dance you’d never been able to dance around your mom. he showed you about girl and boy parts and even helped get all your peepee out. he made you feel good and touched you lots on your privates. you’d never felt so much love and affection from anyone. your dad was made just for you. 

pt 1 ⇢ our secret, right?

pt 2 ⇢ practice makes perfect

©️tddyhyck

taglist // @bunnybabylolll @hey-hey-heybitch @kooookie @tacitanecdote @haesunlover2 @richslimesarete @nn20x @squeezingmycheese @cicicoups @chwrrywonu

[naeirichill]

127 as friends with benefits

taeyong doesn't understand the arrangement and just assumes you two are dating. he will do pretty much anything you ask of him. wanna make love? alright. wanna fuck like pornstars? nice. want him to eat you out for two hours? cool. the hips........ bitch. he sends you blurry dick pics. he's always surprised when you initiate a blowjob and tells you "you don't have to" every time. blushes like crazy when people mention you. you WILL eventually get married to him.

johnny the arrangement came about when the sexual tension between you two became too much. he’ll hit you up late at night but is almost always available when you want him. he loves it when you lay your head on his chest afterwards but avoids eye contact so you won’t catch feelings. he dips as soon as you fall asleep, though. immediately heads to another one of his friends with benefits house. he laughs and pats your head when you confess to him.

yuta probably suggested the arrangement himself. he hits you up at ungodly hours, like at 4am on a tuesday or when he knows you're with your family. real fond of phone sex and sometimes you have to remind him the real thing exists too. he's actually pretty good at aftercare and a very fun person to talk to. he'd shamelessly eye your friends and suggests threesomes out of fucking nowhere. if you confess to him he cringes, says he's gonna have to get back to you on that one and then blocks you. still shows up to your wedding 15 years later just for shits and giggles.

doyoung AFTERCARE GOD! doesn't go as hard as his attitude may lead you to believe but is still very soft afterwards. likes to cook for you, be it a sandwich immediately after or breakfast in bed the next morning. he'd secretly catch feelings but doesn't do anything about it, and gets sulky if you crush on someone else. truly cares about you as a friend. even if you terminate the arrangement, he's still there for you. his tongue is his weapon. take that as you will lmao. he is clinically addicted to teasing.

jaehyun bitch you WILL fall in love, be careful. so sweet you catch feelings after your first time together. king of aftercare™. will go from 0 to 100 real quick, can make love to you and fuck you out on the same night. he's a sucker for round 2 in the shower. he’s got dancer hips and he knows how to use them. he doesn’t like texting that much, so he calls you and asks you about your day before asking if he can come over. he'd terminate your arrangement because he can see the love in your eyes and doesn’t feel right leading you on. you'd fuck in his car 3 weeks later when you meet at a party. you will never get over him.

jungwoo his position in 127 is main feelings catcher. he's in love before your first kiss but he's actually pretty good at hiding it most of the time. the rest of the time he says "i love you" when he's about to cum and you just have to power through my dude. he will die if he goes a week without smashing. aftercare is centered around him even if you're the sub. there's soft jungwoo and there's hard jungwoo and he brings them both to the bedroom. he'll ghost you if he finds out you've got more than one friend with benefits. he somehow convinces you to marry him sometime in the future.

mark never goes to your house simply because it's much easier to just stay at his. he loves to drag out sessions for a long time and is even better at oral and fingering than you imagined. he gets very soft and bubbly afterwards and just wants to cuddle and whisper nonsense. he almost never sends you nudes but if you hype him up when he does... omg... be prepared. he's oblivious if you catch feelings. if he catches feelings too the transition from friends with benefits to serious relationship will be very chill like "hey wanna date?" "wow... yeah" "okay" "cool". (he's squealing on the inside though).

haechan tags you in friends with benefits memes and thinks no one knows about your relationship. sex with him is usually pretty chill but he never fails to make you cum. he will love sexting and exchanging nudes. hits you up with "hey bighead" when he's horny. he's so much like an actual friend you forget he was balls deep in you like two days ago. some days he licks your neck and talks dirty to you, some days you touch his knee and his brain just starts malfunctioning. if he catches feelings it's very slowly but be sure he's gonna confess at some point.

[zeroseuniverse]

Husband Dearest

Word count: 532 Summary:He hummed thoughtfully, stretching his arms over his head. “You know, it’s funny,” he mused. “You say it so casually to your friend, but now, when I’m right here, you can’t even look at me.” Pairing: Taeyong X fem reader

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Sitting cross-legged on the couch, you held your phone up, FaceTiming your best friend while Taeyong sat beside you, absentmindedly scrolling through his own phone. The evening was quiet, save for your light chatter and the occasional rustle of Taeyong shifting beside you.

Your friend was in the middle of a rant about a coworker when she suddenly stopped. “Wait, what are you and Taeyong doing this weekend?”

You barely thought before responding, too immersed in the conversation.

"Hubby and I were thinking of checking out that new café downtown—"

The air shifted.

You felt it before you saw it—the way Taeyong’s scrolling stopped mid-motion, the sharp turn of his head toward you, the slow narrowing of his eyes.

“What did you just call me?”

Your fingers tapped at your screen, pretending to be unbothered. “You clearly heard me.”

His phone slipped from his hands onto his lap as he fully turned toward you. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but his eyes gleamed with something else—curiosity? Amusement? A challenge?

“And you clearly don’t want to risk repeating it,” he murmured, voice dangerously soft.

Your friend, still on the other end of the call, was barely holding in her laughter. “Oh my god, did you just—"

“I’m hanging up now,” you cut her off, quickly ending the call before she could make things worse.

Silence settled between you and Taeyong, but the way he was looking at you made you squirm. He leaned in just a fraction, tilting his head. “Say it again.”

You scoffed, looking away. “No.”

He hummed thoughtfully, stretching his arms over his head. “You know, it’s funny,” he mused. “You say it so casually to your friend, but now, when I’m right here, you can’t even look at me.”

You felt warmth creeping up your neck. “I was just messing around.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, unconvinced. Then, just to tease you, he propped his elbow on the back of the couch, resting his chin in his palm. “So what does that make you? Wifey?”

You smacked his arm. “Shut up.”

He laughed, grabbing your wrist to stop you from hitting him again. “I don’t know, babe. ‘Hubby’ has a nice ring to it.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re avoiding the real issue here,” he continued, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “You said it once, now I need to hear it again. Properly.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not happening.”

Taeyong suddenly shifted, grabbing your waist and pulling you into him, his cheek resting against yours. “C’mon, wifey,” he drawled, his voice low and teasing. “Just one more time.”

You squirmed in his grasp, laughter bubbling up as you tried to push him away. “You’re so annoying.”

“Not letting go ‘til you say it.”

You groaned, finally giving in. “Fine. Hubby.”

His grip on you loosened, but when you met his gaze, his teasing smile had softened into something warmer, something fonder.

“Hmm,” he murmured, brushing a stray hair from your face. “I like it.”

Your heart skipped. He wasn’t even teasing anymore.

“…I take it back,” you muttered, looking away.

Taeyong only laughed, pulling you in for a quick kiss on the cheek. “Too late, wifey.”

[swee7dream]

haii!!! i saw u posted the 127 masterlist im SO excited to see what u write for them (and wayv in the near future)

could u write cg! yuta w a little!f! reader whos regressing around him for the first timr... thatd be cute methinks :3 thank u for ur time and consideration

- @aeriaeri

greetings and introductions cg!yuta x reader

genres agere content, established relationship, fluff warnings i wrote about watching a movie i've never seen before, indirect mention of yuta as an idol dni if you sexualize age regression word count 1802

Yuta has done lots of hard things in his life. Really hard things.

He’s traveled to a foreign country with nothing but a dream and a Japanese-to-Korean dictionary. He’s lived all of his adult life in front of a camera and under the harsh criticisms of the internet. He’s watched his friends (read: Haechan and Taeyong) live-react to his acting projects in person.

But no matter what he’s experienced in the past, it’s always the now that feels the most threatening and terrifying. Now that he’s standing outside of your door, Yuta feels his heart in his throat and his stomach and coming out of his-

The undoing of your lock pulls him out of his thoughts, gulping and clutching the large stuffed animal he ordered a couple of days ago closer to his chest.

He hopes you like him.

“Hey.” You don’t look at him in the eyes when you open the door, only step back for him to come in. “How was the trip?”

“Fine. Good.” He clears his throat into his free hand as he steps in, looking around your place. It’s not as if he hasn’t been here before. He’s come over several times, the number of sleepovers innumerable in his mind. “You?”

It’s a Sunday, you have no reason to be out at all today. Still, you answer, relocking the door as he takes off his shoes and places them next to yours.

“Fine too. Take a seat,” you invite, shuffling your way to the kitchen. “I’m getting a glass of water. You want one?”

“I’ll take a coke if you have any.”

“You got it.”

You take the bottle from the fridge, still as full as the last time your boyfriend came over because you hate how the carbonation bites the inside of your throat when it goes down. You’re careful when pouring it, the light foam takes over more and more of the glass until it nearly overflows, the soda itself filling only about 20% of the glass.

As you wait for the bubbles to fizzle out so you can pour again, Yuta takes a spot on your couch. He’s stiff as a doll, feeling almost strange that his knees didn’t creak when he sat down. This apartment that has your scent and all your belongings, it’s the same but oh so different all at once. He feels almost stupid for not noticing all these little things before.

Under his feet is the fluffy green rug with no table over it, left open for napping and drawing and crafting. It’s an incomplete picture, being able to see your figure in his mind but not any details because… he hasn’t met you yet. Not this side of you that you’ve shown to a number of people you could count on one hand.

“Babe.”

The bottle of Coca-Cola is back in the fridge and you’re standing in front of him now. It’s the first time you meet each other’s eyes today and the anxieties of the past 24 hours seem to flow out through the spaces in his teeth, revealed when he smiles.

Your standing in between his legs gives him the perfect chance to wrap his arms around your torso and pull you close enough for him to rest his chin on your tummy.

“I missed you,” he says.

“I missed you too,” you reply, feeling somewhat cocky at the familiar lovesick look on Yuta’s face. He makes you feel loved and loveable. It’s strange, but you can’t help but want to monopolize that expression to only you like a dragon with its hoard of treasure. “Can you take your soda now? My hand is freezing.”

“Mmm… can’t I just hold you a little longer? Please?” he whines, dropping his nose to tickle your stomach.

“You can hold me on the couch, you big baby.”

You hear mumbles of ‘it’s not the same’ but he relents, taking the glass from you so you can curl up next to him, throwing the blanket folded over the back of the sofa on your lap when you begin feeling cold. The doll Yuta brought is crushed between the couch arm and his side when he scooches over to make room for you to lay next to him.

“I’m nervous,” you admit, cheek on his upper arm.

That gets a hum of confusion from him, echoing out from the glass as he drinks.

“Why?”

“What if I scare you off? What if you’re, like, ‘yeah no, I’m checking out of this freakshow.’?”

“’I’m checking out of this freakshow’?” He smiles and you can’t help but break too. It’s ridiculous for him to say that, especially to you of all people, but it usually takes expressing your anxieties aloud to re-realize that.

“…anyway. Put on something on the TV.” You tap him gently.

“Cirque de Soleil?”

“You’re annoying.”

“Moulin Rouge?”

“If you don’t-”

“Oh, I got it! Dumbo.” He struggles for a moment before pulling the soft plush doll of a gray elephant in his hand. He holds it like an award with a grin so wide you wouldn’t have guessed his heart is nearly beating out of his chest, hoping he didn’t push you when you’re not ready yet.

You glare at him for a good five seconds in silence, the tilt of his head faking innocence.

“Do what you want.” You sigh at his smugness, gently taking the toy into your hands, your thumbs coursing over the fur before holding it close.

“I always do, baby.” Your face is peppered in kisses that taste like coke. “You like it?”

“It’s okay.”

—

The original 1941 motion picture Dumbo is considered one of the studio's shortest animated films at 64 minutes long. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get comfortable, ten minutes in fact.

Around 20 minutes in, Yuta called for the smart home assistant to turn the lights down and give you a smirk (“What a thoughtful gift! I wonder who was so considerate so as to buy you something like that.”). Around minute 42 is when he notices how quiet you’ve gotten, looking over to see you with your thumb’s nail in between your teeth and a twinkle his mind is trying to help him recall in his memories in your unblinking, focused eyes.

He’s seen it before, when you went to the amusement park, playing carnival games; and the times you’ve gone to the mall, walking past the toy stores.

“You okay, baby?”

“Okay…” you mumble in response.

The person who is not okay is him. Once again he’s stiffened up. The realization that you’ve probably slipped in front of him has his heart in his throat again. It’s not like the other times, this time he knows what’s going through your mind and you don’t have to push down your instincts. He’s not going to mess this up for you, he promised to himself.

—

Yuta doesn’t know how to not mess this up, he realizes a minute later. So he chooses to not do or say anything at all unless you ask him to. It’s a good strategy, he comes to discover.

As the credits roll, you begin to speak, Yuta takes note of its softness, the rhythm your words have different than usual. You’re still you, obviously, but he can’t help but think about how truly different the air around you has become, as if there were another person that you shared a body with and he can’t help but love just as much as he does you.

“Like Dumbo’s mama. ‘s a good mama.”

“…yeah. She sure is, baby.”

“Wish I had a mama like Dumbo’.”

“Why’s that?”

”She just so nice. She beats up all o’ Dumbo’s mean bullies and doesn’ even blame him when she goes to lelephant jail.”

“She is pretty nice,” he agrees, eyes crinkling at your attempt at the word ‘elephant’. “You know what? I want to be like Dumbo’s mama too. I wanna protect you just like she does her baby.”

“Yuta wanna be my mama?”

“Well, I’m a boy, baby.” He laughs, gazing softly at the genuine twinkle in your eyes. “…but I can be your mama. Anytime you want me to.”

“Mean it?”

“Yeah, baby. Of course I mean it.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

The moment makes him smile. This is you, the one who manages to console him even though he’s the one who had to cancel your date. The one who brings him coffee at crazy hours when not even the sun is awake. The one he introduced to his family with his chest puffed out and never regretted since.

But it’s also not.

This is a part of you that hasn’t gone through any of those things yet and does not worry about things like gas prices or separating whites from colored. At this moment, when the credits to Dumbo roll on the TV and rain begins to hit the windows of the apartment, you’re a brand new canvas. Right here, right now, it’s as if none of the bad things that you’ve gone through ever happened and he’s able to block them out from happening again for you.

Loosening your grip on the elephant plushie you hold tight to your chest, Yuta slips his hand into yours and locks your pinky fingers. To seal the oath, he brings your hand up to his lips, still connected with his.

“Pinky promise.”

“So nice to me. I love you lots.” You sigh satisfactorily, your turn to rub your nose on him like he did less than two hours ago. “But Yuta not a mama.”

His fingers settle on the top of your head, dark eyebrows raised when he looks down at you, eyes shut with tiredness.

“No?”

“No.” You mumble into his shirt. “Dun’ like it. Want ‘nother name.”

“What if I like Mama?” He whispers, trying not to wake you from this half-submersion you’re in inside Morpheus’ arms. His bottom lip pouts out, trying to replicate just how adorable you look to him, fully aware of how he could never compare.

“No.”

“Aw man. Okay, baby. We’ll figure out another name for me another time okay? Why don’t you close those pretty eyes for me right now?”

“Yuta stay?”

“Yuta’ll stay. I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.”

“T’morrow…”

“Tomorrow…”

author's note this was difficult to execute. age regression from an outsider's point of view is not easy to describe ... still, i hope it was an enjoyable read ! constructive criticism and feedback is appreciated in all my works but especially this one (⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝)

[yuta-nakamots]

Ups and Downs - L.Taeyong

Pairing(s) - Taeyong x GN!Reader, slight Yuta x GN!Reader at the start

Genre(s) - University!AU, Fluff, slight Angst

Warnings - swearing, academic rivalry (not with Taeyong or Yuta), reader has a meltdown during a presentation

Summary - You were thankful for group projects in college, but only when you were paired with your crush, Yuta, and quiet art major, Taeyong. When presentation day disaster strikes, you discover who truly sees your worth beneath the chaos of university life and academic rivals.

Word Count - 5.0k

Author's Note - This is inspired by a dream I had about three years ago when I was in the midst of changing my majors and ultimately seeking academic validation and I’m sure a lot of this will show through the fic haha 

Taglist - @k-vanity @neocity-net (fill out this google form if you'd like to be added!)

Written for the Candy Hearts Collab originally hosted by @127-mile. Also part of my NCT: Seven Deadly Sins Collection. 

Prompt: “Are you jealous?”

Now playing: Ups & Downs - Taeyong, She Looks So Perfect - 5 Seconds of Summer

You sighed in exhaustion, leaning back in your chair and stretching while closing your eyes, letting them rest from all the hours of staring at your laptop screen. You had spent hours on your assignments, but the work never seemed to end. You were starting to question if this business degree was worth all of the long, tired nights. 

It was worth it when you got to have class with, in your opinion, one of the most handsome men on campus, Nakamoto Yuta. The fourth-year communications major had an air about him that was so enchanting. He carried himself with so much confidence and charm that it was impossible not to look at him as he strode through the hallways, his bold fashion sense posing a stark contrast to the bleak beige walls. 

Initially, you were upset about having to take a lower-level business marketing class as you were already well into your degree, but your academic advisor informed you it was mandatory, especially since you had intended to finish your degree in business with a focus on marketing specifically. You already knew all the concepts the course covered, and for that, you hated coming to class, feeling as if it was a waste of time. But whenever Yuta showed up, you thought perhaps this class wasn’t all that bad. 

You all but choked on air when your professor announced that you would be in the same group as him for the final project. But that excitement quickly faded as he stated the name of the next person to be in your group. Clara, your academic rival from the very start of your college career. She had been in so many of your business-related classes, and quite frankly, you were sick of her. She, too, was a business major, but unlike you, she had a focus in public relations, making her all the more better at manipulating people and playing them in just the right way to get exactly what she wanted.

You felt your irritation bubbling in your chest, the intensity of it ringing through your ears, almost loud enough for you to nearly miss the name of the last person in your group. Lee Taeyong. You knew him, the fourth-year graphic design major, but you had never spoken to him. You had no idea what an art major could be doing in this course meant for a business major, though you weren’t one to critique others and their academic path seeing as you could barely cope with your own. 

Your phone buzzed on your desk, pulling you away from your thoughts. A familiar heat in your cheeks began to bloom as you saw Yuta’s name pop up. But just as always, Clara was there. She had a way of ruining anything nice you ever had at school. 

It was worth noting that you previously had projects with Clara in your multiple shared business classes, so you were no stranger to her antics. The way she constantly forced her way into conversations that she wasn’t part of, the way she would steal your ideas and reword them to make it seem like she came up with them, the way she did it all shamelessly as if the world owed it to her. There was no way you were going to let it happen this time, not with Yuta in your group. 

“So, does anyone have an idea on what our topic should be?” Yuta dropped his backpack onto a chair as the group entered a study room in the library. 

“Oooh, I have a few,” Clara volunteers, ever so eager to earn points with someone she may get to use in her network of connections. “But what do you guys think?” She turned to you guys, eyes wide as a deer. You knew what she was doing, you knew she wanted you to spill your ideas so she could snatch them up and turn them into her own before anyone even remembered that you said it first.

“Haven’t really thought about it,” you mutter, a lie. You had thought about this final project a lot, not just because Yuta was in your group. This project was by far more interesting than any of the essays and PowerPoint presentations you had created. The core task was to develop a hypothetical marketing plan to promote any organization of your choosing. The professor left it open-ended so you could choose any topic to market, and for that, you were thankful. 

“I have an idea,” Taeyong began quietly as you all got settled around the table. “I know I’m a bit out of place here as an art major, but I was thinking, maybe we could talk about using marketing techniques like social media and ads.” He looked between the group of you guys, unsure if you would like his take on the project. “I kind of wanted to focus more so on how art is used in marketing and how it can be used to influence the consumer’s psychology to create persuasive messaging that appeals to their emotions and humanity.”

“Taeyong, that’s an amazing idea,” Clara gawked. You held back a scoff at her obvious acting. 

Taeyong was a creative person, and you could see it just through his proposal. He had thrown all your previous doubts about him out the window, but you worried for him. He didn’t know Clara the way you did. He hadn’t experienced her way of banking on the intellectual property of others, and you could tell that he was going to be Clara’s next target through this project. 

You leaned forward in your seat, resting your forearms on the cool table in front of you. “So, I guess we have our marketing strategies and tools covered. But what about our topic? What should we advertise? What kind of organization are we supporting here?”

Clara turned back to Taeyong expectantly as Yuta fiddled with a pencil between his fingers. Taeyong looked between the three of you and let out a sheepish laugh. His right hand went to the back of his neck, rubbing it slowly as he spoke, eyes glued to the table. “Well, because I volunteer at the animal shelter, I think it would be nice to advertise for them-”

“Awwww, that’s so cute,” Clara interrupted. “I didn’t know you liked animals!”

Taeyong had a slight smile on his face as he looked up from the table and met her gaze. “Yeah, I love animals. I think they’re all so sweet.”

“Oh my gosh, no way! I never thought a guy like you would volunteer at an animal shelter and have such a soft spot for them! Do you have a favorite animal? Or a favorite at the shelter? I’m sure all the puppies there must be so cute, their little paws and their-”

“Clara,” Yuta interjected, firm and stable. “I only booked this room for an hour. Let’s not waste our time here.”

“Sorry,” she apologized, peering up at Yuta through her lashes, and she drew her hands into her lap. You so badly wanted to roll your eyes, but you refrained. 

Yuta made a little nod to her before turning back to you. “So, going back to our topic, it seems that it’s been decided for us. Animal welfare organizations it is.”

“Okay, great, so to summarize everything we decided on today,” you pulled out your phone to write a message into the project’s group chat, “our marketing plan aims to promote animal welfare organizations,” you glanced up at Yuta for confirmation, “through the use of art within social media and ads to target the consumer’s psychology and create a message that appeals to their emotions and humanity.” Taeyong nodded along as you listed off everything. 

Yuta clapped his hands together once. “Awesome. Now, let’s divide up the work.”

It was concluded that Taeyong would take the lead in sourcing material to use for mock-ups of the hypothetical ads that would be posted on social media or aired on television. He came up with a plan to get pictures and videos of animals at the shelter and edit them himself. “Creativity comes the most easily when it’s something dear to your heart,” he claimed. With your focus on marketing, it only made sense for you to end up working alongside him, carefully shaping the theme of Taeyong’s work and pairing his art with the capitalist ideals of your field. 

On the other hand, Yuta took it upon himself to handle the final presentation. The creation of the presentation itself was quite easy, simply taking whatever you and Taeyong created and throwing it into a slideshow. It was the presentation that would bring your project home, and Yuta was perfect for the job. Yuta was to work on a script for the entire group with Clara’s support, using carefully chosen words to dig into the audience’s emotions and bring to life the media that you and Taeyong created. 

From then on, you worked tirelessly on the project. Day in and day out, you had your laptop open whenever you could, looking over the pictures and videos Taeyong had sent and thinking up what kind of story they could tell, what kind of message they could convey. You quickly grew close to Taeyong upon seeing how kind he was to all the animals he came across. He was so gentle, even with the insects that you wouldn’t hesitate to smack with the bottom of your shoe. He even once sent you a video of a toad resting in the palm of his hand, staring up at him with wide, glossy eyes. 

You and Taeyong worked well as a team, and you quickly grew close to him. The videos he sent only made you more and more intrigued with this hidden side of him. “So what are you doing taking this class?” You asked one night over a video call. “You’re not a business major, so surely you didn't have to take this class if you didn’t want to, right?”

Taeyong looked away from the footage he was editing over to your image on his screen. “Yeah, I didn’t have to take it, but I wanted to. In my program, we have a lot of elective spots that are meant to round us out as students and people so we’re not released into the world as solely artists.”

“Oh, that’s smart of them,” you remarked, not ever having thought about the difference in academic curriculum before. “So why this class then? Why business?”

You watched Taeyong through the screen as he shrugged. “Figured that it would be good to take a look at this side of things, you know? If one day my art blows up and one day people want to buy it and own prints of my work, I thought it would be useful to know how to market it properly.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, “That’s a good point.” 

Like this, you and Taeyong grew more familiar with each other, finding comfort in working together. Even in the silence of your video calls, interrupted only by the sound of a keyboard clicking or a pencil scratching on paper, Taeyong was there. 

As the deadline for the final project drew near, you and Taeyong were more frequently joined by Yuta and Clara. The four of you jointly went over all the media that you and Taeyong had curated and incorporated it into the script that Yuta had been writing. Clara would interject with comment every so often about Yuta misplacing a punctuation mark or moving a picture closer to the center of the page, anything to gain Yuta’s approval. 

It irritated you, and you had to keep telling yourself that it was only a few more days until you could finally be rid of her. However, as much as you were excited to be free from Clara, that also meant saying goodbye to your interactions with Yuta. You didn’t feel close enough to him to strike up a conversation, and you most certainly were not going to ask him on a date, fearing the rejection that you felt was inevitable. 

You could only admire Yuta through your computer screen, and that much had to be enough for your aching heart. It didn’t go unnoticed, though, with Taeyong’s own eyes observing your video feed and his mind quieting his emotions. He could tell that you adored Yuta. ‘If only she saw me the same way she saw him,’ Taeyong thought to himself. 

The day you were due to present your final project to the class finally arrived. You were powered only by two hours of sleep and three shots of espresso, but you couldn’t give up now. You poured your heart and soul into this project, matching the same energy that Taeyong gave alongside you through all the long nights and bleary mornings. Today would be your moment of triumph. 

You stood on stage with your groupmates, Yuta closest to the screen as he led the presentation with Clara at his side while you and Taeyong stood on the opposite end of the screen. Yuta spoke eloquently with perfect pacing and the occasional bit of humor, introducing your groups’ topics and the methods behind the teams’ marketing plan. He looked so natural holding the microphone and speaking in front of a large audience, one might have even thought he would be a singer in another life.

Every smile Yuta gave to the audience only made you want him more. He was the perfect mix of funny and smart, a charmer in every way. Any moment you weren’t gazing out into the sea of your classmates or briefly speaking about your contributions to the project, your eyes were on him. The way the lights hit him made him glow, a soft golden aura floating around him, making him seem all the more ethereal. 

Taeyong saw the way you looked at Yuta, and he hated it. He couldn’t bear the way your eyes were glued to Yuta and how your lips would pull tight as you held back a smile when he cracked a joke. Taeyong only wished that you would look at him with that same kind of fondness one day, but for now, he merely stared straight ahead into the rows of the large lecture hall. 

As the presentation was coming to a close, you got ready to do your final remarks and lead into a Q&A session, as Yuta had written in the script. Taeyong handed you the microphone after briefly talking about animal sanctuaries and his work at the local animal shelter. You were about to begin your portion when you were interrupted by Clara on the other end of the stage. “It is all thanks to Taeyong that we were able to decide on such a selfless topic, one that the rest of us would have never thought of. Taeyong and his passion brought a great deal to this project, and I would like to mention just how much he contributed.” You sighed, waiting for Clara to end her oh-so-valiant speech, just wanting to get your part over with. “I was easily able to apply my knowledge of marketing and public relations to Taeyong’s work, creating stories that pulled at your emotions. Without Taeyong and Yuta in this team, our presentation wouldn’t have been even half of what it became.”

With that, she handed the microphone back to Yuta, looking at you expectantly to continue as rehearsed. But you couldn’t. A wave of heat came across your face, flooding to your ears as you felt your throat grow tight and your mouth go dry. You didn’t dare speak into the microphone, fearing that your unstable voice would break and show what you were feeling. Was it anger? Shame? Embarrassment? Maybe a mix of all of them? You couldn’t tell. All you could do was hand Taeyong the microphone, his warm hand brushing against yours in the most fleeting of touches, before you ran off the stage. 

As you fled down the stairs and off into one of the dressing rooms in the back, you heard Taeyong deliver what were supposed to be your final words. You leaned against a wall as the first of your tears fell from your eyes, leaving hot and jagged streaks in their wake. “With this, we conclude our presentation,” you hear Taeyong say the opening words of your ending speech that you so carefully recited to yourself over and over for the past week. The audience clapped for your teams’ presentation, and you wiped at your tears, trying your best to make yourself acceptable before going back on stage. 

You heard the first question being asked, trying to listen and fall into a more professional mindset again, but your efforts fell apart as the door to the dressing room was pushed open. Whipping around, you tried to dab at your eyes, wanting to blot away the tears before they had the chance to fall. You froze in your actions when you realized through blurry eyes that it was Taeyong who had entered the room. “Aren’t you supposed to be up there with them?” Your voice was shaky, but you didn’t care anymore. 

“Yeah,” he quietly breathed out while coming to your side. He brought a hand up to your face, cupping your moist cheek in his large palm. “But this is more important than being with them. They can handle the questions.”

You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes as you tried to quiet the sniffles and hiccups that exposed you against your will. “Thank you,” you manage to croak out. Your hands latch onto his forearm, not wanting him to let go of you just yet. Only when your body had stilled and your breathing slowed did you find the courage to open your eyes again. You were met by Taeyong’s eyes, pupils round and dark, peering into yours with his brows furrowed in worry. “Why are you here? You could have just let me go.”

Taeyong shook his head. “I can’t do that. Not when I know how hard you worked on this.” His eyes flit between yours as he used his thumb to brush away a tear that slipped away through the corner of your eye. “All those nights we spent together working on this presentation…I saw what you went through for us, for this team. Those two out there? They didn’t see all the times you nearly fell asleep at your desk. But that doesn’t mean they can undermine all the effort you put into this project.”

“No, don’t include Yuta in this,” you tell Taeyong, pulling his hand away from your face but still not letting go of him. “He didn’t do anything wrong-”

“Yes, he did,” Taeyong spoke those words quickly with enough conviction to stop you in your thoughts as you stared back into his big, round eyes. “He didn’t care to stop Clara or correct her words while she spread all those lies. After you ran off, I told the audience that it was you who worked closest to me and matched my every step in this process.” Taeyong brought his free hand to cover yours that were still on his wrist. “It was you that sifted through my endless files and picked the best ones. It wasn’t Clara, it wasn’t Yuta. It was you. The very fact that Yuta didn’t do anything up there…I think that shows enough.”

“It wasn’t his fault,” you point out. “He didn’t know that Clara was going to say all of that.”

“Yeah, well, neither did you or me.” He was right. “Their recognition doesn’t define your talent. I saw it myself, and I know just how amazing you are. If Yuta didn’t care enough to stand up to Clara, then he doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve the way you look at him, the way you smile whenever he laughs, the way your eyes light up when he walks into the room-”

“Taeyong, are you jealous?” You watched as his mouth slowly shut and his jaw tightened. 

He looked away from you and down at the floor. “So what if I am?” He muttered. “Any man would be jealous of how much you fawn over that guy.”

You squeezed Taeyong’s wrist, wanting him to look at you. “This isn’t about my crush on him-”

“Crush on who?” Yuta burst into the room. 

“It’s nothing.” “You.” Both you and Taeyong spoke at the same time, heads jerking to the sudden guest.

“Well, someone in the crowd just asked about donating to the shelter, so Taeyong, I’m gonna need you back on stage,” Yuta urged before leaving just as quickly as he came. 

Taeyong turned back to you. “Come on, let’s go.” He tugged at the arm he was still holding onto, but you refused to move. 

You didn’t want to go back on stage after everything that happened. “Taeyong, I- I can’t.”

“Okay, then don’t.” He finally freed you from his grasp as he made his way to the door. “But just know that I will tell the audience how much you endured for this very day, and I’ll do it no matter if you’re up there with me or not.”

He closed the door, and you heard his footsteps grow faint as he returned to the stage. Your head fell to your hands, and you slid down against a wall onto the floor. It all was too much. First, it was Clara during the presentation, then it was Taeyong being a jealous prick and getting involved when he shouldn't have, and now Yuta knows about your crush on him. You just wanted the ground to open up beneath you and swallow you whole. 

You stayed sitting with your forehead against your arms and your back against the wall, the coolness of it serving as a way to ground you to reality as you fought back another wave of emotion. You didn’t remember how long you sat there for, but it was long enough for the audience to erupt in another round of applause followed by hurried footsteps coming off the stage. 

Yuta called your name once, his voice growing louder. “We did it! The presentation is done!” He entered the room once more, expecting to see you in a somewhat better state than when he left. When he found you on the floor, he rushed to you, kneeling and taking your hands in his. 

You yanked your hands back into your chest as you looked up at the man in front of you. “Congratulations,” you say dryly. 

“Look, I know what happened out there was embarrassing, but don’t let it get you down,” he tried with a smile. If this were any other occasion, the very thought of Yuta smiling at you would have been enough to have you kicking your feet and giggling like a middle schooler. But right now, you couldn’t even fathom the energy it would take to smile back at him, especially when you heard Clara’s obnoxious voice coming down the hallway.

“Oh my gosh, that little stunt you pulled back there was so embarrassing,” she began not a second after stepping foot into the dressing room. “I can’t believe you were so childish that you literally ran off stage and just left us there. What kind of teammate just leaves their team-”

“Clara, get out,” Taeyong commanded as he, too, joined the pity party in the room. 

Clara scoffed at him. “You don’t have to be so rude. We all know about your crush on that loser on the floor.”

“That’s enough.” Taeyong pushed her out the door and closed it before she could even complain. 

Your attention fell back onto Yuta in front of you, your gaze zeroing in on the way his lips moved when he spoke. “You know, I don’t mind you having a crush on me. Maybe once this is all over, we can hang out sometime…” You looked over Yuta’s shoulder and saw Taeyong with his lips pressed together in a line. Yuta’s eyes follow your gaze, falling onto the other man in the room. “...Unless something else is already going on, then I don’t want to interrupt it.”

“It’s not like that,” you quickly blurt out. You watch as Taeyong’s expression morphs into a grimace. 

Yuta senses the obvious tension in the room. “Maybe I’ll just leave the two of you here to sort things out then,” he says, excusing himself to escape from the suffocating silence. 

The silence between you and Taeyong seemed to stretch on forever before you spoke first. “What Clara said earlier…she said you have a crush? On me?”

Taeyong leaned against the door and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “She did say that.”

“Is it true?” 

He sighed, his shoulders sagging. “If you want it to be.”

You didn’t look at him, choosing to pick at the skin around your nails instead. “How long have you liked me?”

“Truthfully, ever since the start of this project.” Your breath hitched at the revelation. “I fell for the way you cared so deeply about your work, the way you-” he suddenly paused, causing you to glance up at him, meeting his gaze. “Look, I’m not going to spill everything when I know you still have feelings for Yuta. You should go after him.” You shook your head at Taeyong’s suggestion. “Why not? He’s the one you wanted all this time.”

While that much was true, you could tell Yuta didn’t care about you the same way you cared about him. “He doesn’t want me.” You didn’t want him to like you out of pity. You didn’t want him to try to love you just because of what happened today. 

You heard the crowd applaud once more, likely for the next group that was taking the stage. “I’m going to head back to class. I have a friend in the next group,” Taeyong shares before slipping out of the door, leaving you alone with nothing but your thoughts. 

It was a week before you contacted either one of them, but both Yuta and Taeyong had already sent you multiple messages of apologies and thank yous. You first opened Yuta’s messages and read his apology for his actions and his gratitude toward your devotion to the project. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond to him. Instead, you opened Taeyong’s messages with similar content except with the additional pictures and videos of him with an array of animals over the past few days. 

Taeyong had sent you multiple pictures of a stray cat on campus, one that he had previously told you he was taking care of. His message right below said that she had just given birth, and he managed to take them all home to look after before the kittens could be adopted out to their forever homes. Scrolling down further, he sent a video of two baby chicks sitting in the palm of his hand, chirping at him and turning their heads as he cooed back. The last picture he sent was of two baby pigs, one brown and one beige, lying close to each other as they took a nap, sound asleep and without a worry in the world. 

As you struggled to navigate your feelings, you found yourself constantly going back through all the videos and pictures Taeyong had sent to you. The warmth he showed to all those animals reminded you of the warmth he showed to you. You came to realize that his messages were laced with love and comfort, all of it waiting just for you. 

You put together a short message thanking him for all the cute animals and then asked if the two of you could meet up sometime. Taeyong responded not even a minute later. He wanted to see you. 

You finally reunited with Taeyong during the weekend at the animal shelter he volunteers at. When you told him that you were interested in helping out that day, his eyes went wide in shock. “Really?” He asked, looking as if he had boba pearls in the place of his pupils. 

“Yes, really,” you confirmed. “I wanted to see all these little cuties for myself and see what you get up to over here.”

“Oh, not much. Just cleaning up after them and making sure they all get enough play time in.” He led you towards the staff area of the shelter with a chuckle. “I’m so glad you decided to try this out.”

“There’s, uh, something else I would like to try out too, if you don’t mind,” you hesitantly started as you followed Taeyong’s lead, washing up in the large metal sink. 

He hummed a bit, going up in the end as a question while continuing to wash his hands.

“I would like to give us a try.”

Taeyong shut off the water, reaching for a towel to dry his hands. “Us?” He pointed back and forth between the two of you.

You followed suit, grabbing the towel from his hands. “Yeah, us,” copying the way he gestured. 

“Oh, um, I’d like that,” Taeyong admitted quietly as his hands came to rest at the edge of the sink. “I’d like that a lot.” 

You smiled at his words. “You would?”

Taeyong’s arms encircled you in a warm hug, and you embraced him, his chin coming to your shoulder. “Thank you for choosing me.”

His sin was envy. But you set him free. 

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[jaerontaemo]

230901 — Taeyong bbl update

I can't fall asleep …. And i have to leave in three hours

No ever since debut it's been a habit …. Maybe it's because I'm nervous, but I can't sleep it's time for music shows

I want to eat ramen …

Lets run this year too and be healthy ㅜ fighting to the members and fighting to myself

Our doyoung is very cute so lets get "nct doyoung is stupid" trending once so he can gain strength when he sees it when he wakes up in the morning …

So that doyoungie can smile as soon as he wakes up please, just once …

Doyoung needs something to smile just once

tyong and dori (aka tom and jerry)

We can't (do it with) Nct doyoung ….

Ot (laughing) ㅋㅋㅋㅋ eot ㅋㅋㅋㅋ silly/stupid doyoung came up …ㅋㅋㅋ

Thank you (cutely)

Stupid taeyong Is okay 🥹

Nct taeyong is cool 💚

Be a fool who knows nothing but czennie

Ing dunno dunno (cutely)

Just sleep stupid Taeyong is too much/over doing it

🥹

I'm a fool who knows nothing except czennie …

Hmnyang hmmyang (t/n: i think this is whining)

I'll eat it tomorrow too jahheobeul* Grapefruit Honey Black Tea trenta* size (t/n: he typoed this)

* In the pic, he's pointing to "NCT Doyoung is stupid (pabo)"

[jae10velies]

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127 day live 2025 ⭐️

nct dream

chenji's this and that ⭐️

rooftop fight ⭐️

cafe 7dream

7llin' in the dream ⭐️

hotel the dream

7llin' in our youth

finding 7-ujeong ⭐️

dream x dream

u-jeong dice

a holiday dream ⭐️

wayv

dream plan ⭐️

poTENtial up! in thailand

winformation

winwin princess birthday party ⭐️

2020 wayv (mini) awards

all seasons of home with wayv ⭐️

wayvision ⭐️

ten x yangyang enjoy the challenge (etc) ⭐️

the lonely master chef xiao ⭐️

kun's cloud

ten's quarantine vlogs ⭐️

(un)official cantonese class with teacher hendery ⭐️

ten and winwin badminton match

the pilot test

ten in china vlogs

the summer talk ⭐️

a trip to thailand

the phantom thief ⭐️

wayv tour box

the abandoned school ⭐️

ten's bubble bubble

wayv in haidilao ⭐️

case of the missing chief director ⭐️

nct wish

nct lastart ⭐️

wish bakery

we go! we fly!

misc

superm mtopia ⭐️

superm as we wish

nopogy ⭐️

[daydreamingyuta]

127 as Little Acts of Love

(Sweet things I think 127 would do for their s/o to show their love.)

Taeyong:

He always looks at you with the most love and adoration in his eyes. He just adores you so much that he can't help but to just look at the love of his life. He literally finds it hard to pry his eyes away from you. He knows you can get a bit shy when he does this, but he always makes sure to tell you just how beautiful he thinks you are.

"You're staring at me again, Taeyong." You say, looking up from the restaurant's menu. "I knoww, I just can't help it. You're so pretty, angel." He says, looking at you with his boba eyes.

Taeil:

Whenever he knows that you've had a long day, he always makes sure to take care of you. He'll draw you a bath because he knows how much it relaxes you. He makes sure to put in all the little extra things that makes a bath perfect. He adds the bath salts, the bubbles, and places the book your currently reading on the ledge of the bath.

"Baby, did you make me a bath again?" You ask, feeling nothing but pure adoration for your boyfriend. He nods his head at you and kisses you on the top of your head, "Go relax and get your mind off of everything, and dinner will be done by the time you're out."

Johnny:

He always writes little love notes for you! He's very spontaneous about it, you never know when you're going to get one. This makes them so special because his love notes are always unexpected, and so sweet. He'll even hide some around your place so that it's an extra surprise when you find it.

You're getting ready for bed, feeling extra lonely now that Johnny is back on tour. You decide to do a face mask tonight because it's been too long since you've had a self care day. You take out the bear shaped basket that you keep your sheet masks in, and you notice a small folded up piece of paper in between two masks. You know what it is, and your heart skips a beat in anticipation for your boyfriends sweet note. "Hopefully you find this while I'm on tour, just know that I'm missing you so much. More than you know. I hope that your self care night is relaxing. Please send me a cute picture of you with your face mask on. - Love, Johnny.

Yuta:

He doesn't let you lift a finger. He carry's your bag every time you go out together. He gets all the groceries out the car in one go, so you don't have to bring in any. He doesn't even let you hold the umbrella over yourself. He'll locks his arm with yours, making sure to cover you completely, even if it means he gets rained on a bit.

"Yuta, baby, you're arm is getting soaked. Move the umbrella over." "Absolutely not, if you get a single drop of rain on you, i've failed as a boyfriend." "Yuta, you're always so dramatic." "You love it." He said, still refusing to move the umbrella over to him. You couldn't disagree with what he said, you did love everything about him.

Doyoung:

He has a list in his notes app of all the little things that you love. Every time you mention something, he'll sneakily write it down, so that he can surprise you with things that he knows you'll love. He has different categories all listed out. Your favorite foods, favorite type of flowers, and favorite jewelry.

Doyoung stands in the middle of the grocery store, phone in hand and notes app open. He's trying to decide which one of your favorite dishes he should make tonight, and which ingredients he needs. He settles on something he hasn't made for you in a while, knowing that the meal will make your night better. "Oh! I should make y/n a dessert as well!" He says, out loud, to himself. He gets a couple of stares, but he doesn't notice. He's on a mission to give his angel the tastiest meal.

Jaehyun:

He's a serial hand holder. Like his hand is always in yours. He thinks it's genuinely one of the most romantic gestures, so he does it all the time. It's also just very comforting for him, and he feels close to you when he's holding your hand. He also subconsciously always brings your hand up to his lips so he can give it a kiss

You switch your shopping bags over to your left hand, because your right hand was getting tried. Without even thinking twice, Jaehyun moves over to your right side so that he can continue holding your hand. "You're so cute, Jaehyun." "Hm?" He says, genuinely oblivious. "Nothing." You say back to him, giving his hand a little squeeze.

Jungwoo:

More times than not, he'll ask to facetime you at night. He loves to fall asleep with you over the phone. He wants to be close to you and spend all his nights with you, even though sometimes he can't be with you in person. At some point, he figured out around the time you do your skincare routine, so he calls you right before because he loves to watch. He even started doing his skincare routine with you over the phone.

As you wait for your toner to completely dry, you watch as Jungwoo struggles to wash his face because his hair keeps getting in the way. "Where's the headband I bought you?" "Oh!" He says, face still soaking wet, as he moves out of frame to get his headband. He comes back with it on, making him look like a cute bear because of the ears on it. He checks himself out in the camera, "Very handsome." You wish you could give him a kiss for his cuteness. You agree with him, and continue on with your routine.

Mark:

He loves to send you pictures of things that he finds beautiful. Just to show you that he's thinking of you, but also because he loves to share the beauty of the world with you. He has such a good eye for finding beauty in everyday things. The pretty sky, the green grass that practically glows in the summer, and gorgeous flowers.

Your phone vibrates and you see that you have a new text. Mark: I have a new picture for you, it's easily the most beautiful thing i've ever taken a picture of 🫶 You assume it's going to be another picture of the sky, because it looks extra pretty today. When you receive the photo, you see that it's a picture of you from the previous day. You hadn't realized he had taken it, it was of you at the brunch place you ate at together yesterday. Y/n: The most beautiful?? 🥹 Mark: Of course, baby.

Haechan:

He has a picture of you in his wallet. He noticed that his grandfather does the same thing with his grandmother, and he thought it was the sweetest thing. Literally bought a Polaroid for this very reason and had you do a little 'photoshoot' for him. If anyone asks to see a picture of you, he'll show them the Polaroid instead of one on his phone.

It's the seventh stop on tour so far. He always misses you, but this time, being away from you is hitting him so hard. He knows that your asleep, so he can't call you, even though all he wants is to see your pretty face. For right now though, he settles on taking the Polaroid out of his wallet. He sets it up so it's leaning against the lamp that's next to the hotel bed. He tells your picture all about his day and how amazing the concert went. If anyone would have caught him doing this, he would be so embarrassed, but he just misses his girl so much.

[glitchfiles]

hi all,

please encourage sm and nct to put an end to this st*rbucks collaboration on platforms the members and sm monitor like lysn bubble and weverse. here is a link with pictures and a message template to use: link

taeyong posted on his ig story (now deleted) prompting fans to boycott, so spreading the word is working. if you have not already, please join in!

though the brand may not be on the bds list, shareholders have ties to isr*el:

edit: renjun also spoke up on his story (also now deleted), i urge you all to start/continue speaking up against the collaboration and atrocities happening!

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

NCT 127 Tea Session

Disclaimer: No facts, all alleged, just my interpretation of the cards and messages.

Time for this group. I haven't read much up on them, so it will be interesting to see what they share here and if they will share much, let's dive in.

Okay, this group had some tea, one of the most interesting groups so far to read for in this series.

Taeyong

Weird message here, but I wonder if this dude wonders about the afterlife and explore that, or plays with that idea. I am not sure what that means, but the page of wands with the death card, not sure how else to take that. This could also mean he would want something to end. Maybe the fact that he feels trapped and stuck. I see him wanting to step out in a sense of the bubble he is in.

I can see this dude being highly spiritual or into the esoteric stuff. I can see him being offered these drinks. Now, this woman can be a love interest, that tries to help him out, but these drinks do offer him access to fame and success, how not sure, is she the gateway? Do these drinks have magical things in them or it is some sort of magic to boost his fame, but also it helps to stabilize him.

I can see him getting caught up in some shady shit. To him he may feel he had no choice. He might be starting to see the light, but he is tied up to some things. I just look at the hanged man, and that gives me his hands were tied, but we have the devil card next to it. I just heard, my hands are tied and I had to do it. I mean this could do with things they contractually have to do, behind the scenes.

I asked for more for this Devil card. It does seem he is pretty tied to money and wanting to pursue it, which the devil card could mean as well. There seems to be a constant battle for the top, or he has to compete and knock down his competition, this could be with people, maybe his members within the company. But he is kind of showing me he wants to wipe the slate clean and change things, maybe break this cycle.

Interesting tidbits here. I don't have a clear understanding of what I got here, but I don't know much about these members, so it was hard for me to piece these together. But this was interesting stuff here. Moving on.

Johnny

Omg, they are really going to give me this spread. Basically, what this spread gives me is this man will sleep with anyone to get what he wants and get ahead, that is all folks, that is the tea. I have the Chariot, which means movement and advancement. Then I have the 2 of wands, which indicate in this type of reading, sex with others, to the knight of wands, which is to me indicates pursuing it. To the 4 of Swords, this is a man naked on a clouded bed, so that also gives me sleeping with others. We finalize with the 4 of cups, this man can be pretty emotionally numb. It is very hard for him to find excitement and joy. He may even sleep with others to try to find that, but to no avail.

There is someone he is after or he is trying to attack or defend himself against. They could have betrayed him. They seem to be at odds. Not sure if this is him or the other person, but they can be a bit of a bully and maybe verbally abusive as well. They can also be pretty shady and sneaky.

I will say he is a strong and powerful man in his own right. It would be hard to bring him down or make him feel small, if someone tries. Unless he is the one bullying others. But he has strong dominant energy, very hard to tame as well. He seems like he wants to do his own thing. I don't see him following rules and falling in line as easily as most idols. This could be due to him growing up in the States, rather than in S.Korea and not having this mindset of following orders and their elders so easily.

Yuta

I see him making some sort of pact to gain the success he has. This connection has helped him gain exposure and gave him the tools to get to where he is at now. He is contemplating what more to do with his career. What opportunities he can take to open the doors to make more money. It seems he doesn't think he makes much money now, so trying to figure out how to gain more.

I had to ask more about the 2 of cups, got the KOP's, so it was a deal with a man of power, the CEO. This is interesting, I wonder if he had to take these drinks, or they both took them together, maybe this is regular drinks, but I asked for tea, anyway this kind of helped free his mind and relieve stress. It kind of gave him a boost to be more positive and energetic and reduce any stress he may have. It motivates him to keep moving. Like I can hear someone say, take this, all your worries will go away, and they both take it together.

Hmm, is his Mom an entertainer, does she make music? I got the 6 of cups, which is the past, but also passing down something to someone. I asked for clarifiers and got the Empress (Mom energy), the Queen of Wands (someone creative) and the knight of swords (communication). So, he may have been pushed by his Mom to do this, like she passed down the baton. I want to know who his Mom is. Interesting. You know how parents like to live vicariously through their children, like if they couldn't succeed, they will push their child, it gives me that vibe.

Doyoung

Hmm, I feel like a lot of opportunities he may want he gets rejected from it. There could be a lot he wants to do but faces disappointment a lot. I think he would like it to have more solo work and build his own money. It is like his hands are tied and he just accepts for now that he can't get much work. It is like he sees others get many opportunities, but it doesn't roll out to him, so he gets upset about that. It is like he has to learn to be satisfied and content with what he has. I can see him indulging in things for a need to escape his struggles, whatever that vice may be.

So, I asked why he doesn't get opportunities, well easy, he doesn't give in to this QOW's, as they are supposed to bow down to these older females and males. He is pretty stubborn and hard to crack. From her perspective he can be hard to work with. He can be defensive. He also knows what he wants and the vision he has and doesn't back down on it. He kind of comes off too powerful for her liking and maybe demanding. I also see him less likely to do some weird shady shit too, so that could knock him down a few points for these weirdos that run stuff.

I think they like to keep him small and don't want him to get too bigheaded. I can see a bit of arrogance from his energy, so he can have that, maybe a bit of entitlement, so I can see their point to, but the people in power also don't like the idols to have a voice and speak up either, so I don't blame him for standing up against them. But yeah, to them he isn't the easiest to work with. He doesn't give in as easily.

Jaehyun

Either his Mom helped him get through the door and find success, or he was also someone who slept with an older female to get where he needs to go. Or this woman really likes him and does things to help him succeed. Okay, asked for more clarifiers for the Empress. It seems they are part of the company. He does seem at odds with her at the moment and doesn't want to be around this person.

He seems to be pretty serious about his career. He may feel like he can't trust others and ices people out. He kind of seems distant. He tends to conserve his money and his career. He doesn't really like to take chances and likes to have control of himself and his resources.

I see him not getting involved with the messiness and drama of the industry, the parties, those drinks, he wants no part of it. It is like people in his circle or around him, like to cause problems, or they come to him as trying to be kind, but they are trying to start trouble, and he tries to block them out.

I just see him not trying to get involved with the trickery and foolery within the industry. He may be one of them who doesn't party or take those mysterious concoction of drinks they tend to offer. It is like these people like to surprise them and keep them on their toes. Also, wonder if he got someone pregnant, or people want to get pregnant by him and tried, that is coming up to.

Jungwoo

He seems to be someone who has a lot of motivation and drive. A very passionate person on a mission to achieve something. He seems to be someone who act on impulse and may have a point to prove for some reason. He seems like a strong person mentally and physically to endure anything that comes his way and handle the craziness of the industry.

I say he pours himself into his career and fame. He seems to like it and desire it and loves to be in the spotlight. There is some tactics he does to purify himself, not sure what that means, but getting that from this Star card. He seems driven to expand and grow as an artist. He seems to want to work with overseas artist, or he wants to try new things.

He may be showing me how cutthroat, petty and competitive the industry is, and that people hurt others and break them down a lot. People can betray them even their closest allies. He may feel limited, unable to fully express himself, or feels trapped. And he seems burdened by a lot of responsibility. He tends to try to put his head down and do the work as he is determined to succeed and be famous.

They may also hang out and party together and have fun, but they can also not have your best interest at heart. It is like you can't fully trust the people your around. As everyone has their own back and their own interest. Someone is always willing to knock you down to gain success. So, overall, it is cutthroat and competitive, and he can't truly trust others.

Mark

Oh, this one is going to be hard, not liking the messages here. This dude could be a sex fiend, but also has some attachment to a dude, is he not straight? I question that. He could be into dudes after all. I wasn't sure if this KOC's was him or someone else and got the Devil, 2 of cups and 3 of pentacles, so this is another person. I am not sure this person is a good influence on him. He can be toxic and emotionally manipulative. He seems to work with this person, as I also got the three of pentacles.

I see him being sexually attracted to this person, but I can also see it as him having a plan to go after this person or he is angry at this person. He feels foolish and naive. I think he felt like he made a mistake with this person. Mark has a bit of a careless energy, or can jump into things without thinking, so he may meet the wrong people or get involved with the wrong people. It is like he is showing me he made a mistake and sometimes, I heard think with his dick, going with that, but also, he doesn't think things through before pursuing things.

I see him wanting to step away move on and reflect on the things that transpired. He is kind of over it. And wants to remove himself from the situation. This could be the same person, but I see him wanting to go after or cause havoc on this person, or some person in power. A controlling figure. He may have made him do things that he may not have wanted to do. And this dude is a master manipulator, so he tricked him to do things. But I see him wanting to create problems for this person.

Oh crap, that was interesting. I will stop there he gave me tea here. Good luck with that Mark. I feel like this dude was bamboozled.

Haechan

Sometimes I do not like the tea I get, this was straight forward, off the bat for me. I get he may have been sexually assaulted. I was getting a stronger word, but wasn't comfortable saying it, but another word for sexually assaulted that is used.

He seemed to be able to build his money and career on his own and stand on his own. But I am getting at what price did he have to get all that he has and the success he was able to create on his own. He kind of reflects on what he has and what it took to get it.

He seems devastated by what has happened to him. He seems guarded, defensive and jaded by the industry. He seems pretty worn and beat down from it all. I feel this QOW's could be him, or the person who may have assaulted him, but feels more like him. I see him shining in his own right, getting attention. But there is drama behind the scenes and a lot of competition as well, and aggression. It is like sometimes he foolishly steps into it.

Or he is like unaware of the drama and fighting around him. He seems carefree and nonchalant about things. He does seem to keep to himself and keep things in control. I am not sure he gets involved with the fighting and drama. He is very reserved and conservative with his time and space. He seems closed off. He kind of keeps to himself. He seems to hold on to his career and money very tightly.

I see him feeling regretful and shame. I see him wanting to speak up or fight back, but I do see timidness and hesitancy with him to do so. But also, this unwillingness to address what has happened. Or maybe share what has happened in the past. It is like he doesn't want to think about it too much.

Okay, this was very interesting. They didn't hold back, and it was pretty easy to get information from them. Kind of excited to see what the Dream members share and if they will be as forthcoming.

[neptunemooon]

ROCK AND ROLL, BABY! COME ON!!

The van was buzzing with laughter and warm, giddy chaos as NCT 127 and a special guest drove through the night in Seoul. The familiar hum of chatter, the occasional laugh, and the faint sound of background music created a cozy ambiance. Post-dinner energy filled the air like static — the kind that happens after just enough wine and way too much pasta. The boys were tipsy, glowing, flushed from laughter and full bellies.

Johnny, riding shotgun, was already giggling as he opened Instagram Live, swaying just a little from the alcohol still buzzing in his veins.

Taeyong, Jaehyun, Mark, Yuta, and Ruby were all spread across the back seats, each in various states of controlled (or uncontrolled) tipsiness. The van was dim, but their energy lit it up.

In the very back, curled under a fluffy coat, was Ruby — flushed cheeks, eyes barely open, swaying to music only she could hear, pretending to sleep while still upright. Next to her, Yuta leaned lazily against the window, sipping water and watching everyone with that half-smile that said something chaotic is coming.

“Alright,” Johnny grinned, opening the app. “Let’s see what the Czennies are up to tonight!”

The screen lit up as thousands of fans flooded into the live, hearts and emojis already bubbling on the side. Johnny panned the phone around the car.

“Hey Czennies!~” he sang.

“Wassup!” Mark waved. “We’re on the way home after dinner. Say hi to Taeyong hyung!”

Taeyong turned around with a tired but happy smile. “Hello, everyone. We might’ve had a little too much fun.”

Fans in the comments were already asking:

“Who’s in the back seat??”

“Wait… is that RUBY???”

“OMG IS THAT RUBY IN THE BACK?!”

Johnny raised his brows. “Y’all are so fast,” he laughed. “Okay, yeah. That is Ruby in the back.”

Jaehyun chuckled and turned around slightly, glancing fondly toward the bundle of sleepy human in the back seat. “We had dinner together — us and Ruby. It was kinda a little… celebration-slash-catch-up-night.”

Mark grinned. “A couple glasses of wine might’ve been involved.”

“A couple?” Taeyong raised an eyebrow from the front. “I think someone *cough* Ruby *cough* had more than a couple.”

The camera tilted slightly as Johnny tried to zoom in subtly on the back row. Fans could now clearly see Ruby: slouched adorably against the window, wearing an oversized leather jacket, her fingers loosely curled into a peace sign as if she’d passed out mid-sentence. Her cheeks were flushed, and the corners of her lips twitched now and then like she was dreaming.

“AWW SHE LOOKS SO CUTE”

“How much did she drink???”

“Did Ruby get tipsy?? 😭”

“She’s fine,” Jaehyun reassured with a soft laugh. “Just a little tipsy. She’s the kind of drunk who gets really sleepy and says random stuff.”

“Super random,” Mark agreed. “She kept saying the pasta was ‘spiritually moving.’”

Johnny scrolled through comments and snorted. “Someone asked, ‘Does Ruby have a high alcohol tolerance?’”

He looked dead into the camera and said, “No. She gets tipsy immediately. I swear, like two sips and she’s saying Shakespeare-level nonsense.”

Everyone laughed. Taeyong shook his head, “She literally stood up during dessert and told the waiter he had ‘ethereal vibes.’”

Then Johnny turns the camera on him and says, “Anyways the reason why I turned on the camera tonight?”

Before he could finish, Ruby suddenly sat up, arms rising in the air with dramatic flair, her fingers flashing twin devil horns:

"ROCK AND ROLL, BABY! COME ON!!"

Then she immediately collapsed back into her coat like a deflating balloon, face pressed against the seat.

The van exploded with laughter.

Mark doubled over laughing. “YOOOO WHAT—”

“OH MY GOD,” Yuta howled, clutching his stomach.

“She’s possessed,” Jaehyun cried between giggles.

“She’s drunk,” Taeyong corrected, wiping tears from his eyes.

The fans in the chat went insane:

“WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY??”

“ROCK AND ROLL BABY LMAOOOO”

“RUBY IS THERE?!”

“I KNEW THAT WAS HER IN THE BACK!”

“SHE’S ICONIC EVEN DRUNK 😭😭😭”

Johnny pointed the camera toward her again. Ruby, now with her mouth slightly open, had already sunk back down, nestling into her jacket and peacefully resuming her nap as if nothing happened.

“Rock and roll baby, come on,” Johnny repeated in disbelief, laughing. “That’s the new catchphrase, I’m telling you.”

“SOMEONE MAKE THAT A MEME”

“ROCK AND ROLL BABY LMAOOOOO”

“SHE’S SO ICONIC EVEN WHEN ASLEEP 😭”

“I love their friendship sm omg”

The car was filled with chuckles and lighthearted chatter, the boys clearly endeared by Ruby’s random outburst.

Taeyong looked at the phone and smiled warmly. “She’s our little rockstar. We’re taking her home now. Don’t worry, Czennies, she’s safe with us.”

Johnny, still laughing, turned the camera back on himself.

“Okay, okay,” he said between snorts, “we just finished dinner, and… yeah. Some of us might be a little tipsy.”

“Some of us,” Mark repeated, staring at Ruby who was now very clearly fake-snoring.

Yuta leaned over, pulled out his phone, and grinned at Ruby.

“Hey, let’s give her what she wants,” he said with a wink.

“Please don’t,” Jaehyun warned.

Too late.

Yuta connected his phone to the van’s Bluetooth. A familiar beat dropped — epic, dramatic, loud.

🎵 Fall Out Boy – “Centuries”

Ruby’s eyes snapped open.

“OH MY GOSH YESSSS!!” she screamed, suddenly wide awake. She grabbed Yuta’s hands and started dancing in her seat like she was at a rock festival. Yuta matched her energy perfectly, headbanging dramatically while flailing his arms.

The rest of the van stared in amused horror and awe.

“She was literally unconscious two seconds ago,” Taeyong muttered.

“She’s like a rock-powered Pikachu,” Mark added. “You play guitar and she evolves.”

Yuta upped the chaos by switching the track — this time to full-on screamo.

Ruby screamed, “LET’S GOOOOO,” and the two of them started violently headbanging, hair flying, laughing like wild kids at a high school punk show.

Johnny leaned into the camera, cracking up. “This is what happens when you give Ruby and Yuta wine and a playlist.”

“OH! OH! Wait!” Jaehyun garbbed Yuta's phone. “We need balance. Let’s bring her back.”

He switched the music to:

🎵 Pink – “So What”

The moment the chorus hit, Ruby’s face lit up like a stadium.

“THIS IS MY GIRL!” she shouted, standing up (or at least half-standing in the limited space), belting out:

“So what! I’m still a rock star~ I got my rock moves~”

Yuta joined in on backup vocals, dramatically harmonizing off-key.

“She loves Pink,” Johnny whispered to the camera like it was a secret. “It’s her rebellion anthem.”

Ruby, chest heaving from dancing, collapsed next to Yuta again, glowing and tipsy and happy.

While catching his breath, Yuta scrolled through his music. “Okay… what should I play next?”

Ruby, in the softest whiny voice: “Hyung~ play something we all like…”

Yuta smirked. “Which one? Chocolate?”

Ruby’s eyes widened in drunk joy. “Yes! I love that song!!”

Yuta faced the camera. “Everyone, we love BABYMETAL.”

He hit play.

🎵 BABYMETAL – “Chocolate”

And just like that, the van turned into a mosh pit.

Ruby and Yuta were headbanging like possessed anime characters. Mark covered his face, dying of secondhand embarrassment. Jaehyun tried to hold it together but ended up flailing his arms in the air. Taeyong surrendered and started dramatically lip-syncing the lyrics.

Even Johnny — who was doing his best to keep the live steady — cracked and started bopping along.

“Why is this so fun?” he cackled.

Ruby turned to him mid-dance, cheeks flushed, eyeliner a little smudged, but glowing like a firework.

“Cuz I’m with my favorite people,” she said, throwing her arms around Yuta and Taeyong like a sleepy gremlin.

“Awww,” Taeyong cooed sarcastically. “She’s drunk and sentimental now.”

“She’s always sentimental,” Mark added. “Just not always this loud about it.”

The music kept going, the energy unfiltered and raw — a rare moment of joy between idols and friends just being themselves.

Eventually, as they pulled closer to Ruby’s apartment, the chaos mellowed. The screamo faded, and Ruby was once again curled up in her seat, hands still loosely shaped in devil horns.

Johnny turned back to the camera, grinning.

“Well, Czennies… this might be the most chaotic Live we’ve ever done.”

“Yeah,” Yuta added, still breathless, “but also the most fun.”

Ruby mumbled one last time, barely audible:

“Rock and roll, baby… come on…”

The boys all cracked up again as the Live ended.

And that night, the internet officially crowned Ruby the “Tipsy Rock Queen of K-pop.”

The next morning at Ruby’s apartment. The sun is too bright, the world is too loud, and Ruby is wrapped in a fluffy blanket like a disgruntled burrito on her couch. Her phone is vibrating non-stop.

Groaning, “Ugh… Whoever invented wine… I wanna talk.”

She peeked from under her blanket burrito like a hungover vampire. Her head was spinning, her hair an absolute disaster, and her voice felt like she'd eaten sandpaper for breakfast.

She blinked blearily at her phone.

76 missed messages.

18 missed calls

28 mentions on Instagram

A ridiculous number of tags.

And… #RockAndRoll was trending. Worldwide. And fan edits are flooding her notifications.

“What… in the fresh chaotic hell is this…”

Group Chat: Too Hot for SM Wifi (NCT 127 + Ruby)

Johnny: 😂😂😂 GOOD MORNING ROCKSTAR

Mark: You went viral again LMAOOO

Yuta: Are your neck muscles okay? You were headbanging like a possessed anime character.

Taeyong: “Rock and roll baby! COME ON!” is burned into my brain. Iconic.

Jaehyun: You trended higher than our actual comeback teaser wtf 😭😭😭

Doyoung (who didn’t go out last night): I leave you guys alone for ONE NIGHT and Ruby becomes a walking meme

Ruby: …what did I do?

Yuta: Oh you sweet summer child… please open Instagram.

She opens Instagram and sees the reposted clip of her half-asleep, hoodie-covered self doing the devil horns and muttering “Rock and roll, baby, come on” like a legendary gremlin.

“OH MY GOD NO NO NO! …What the hell did I do?” she croaked, switching to her text messages with shaking fingers.

Then the chaotic montage:

Her and Yuta headbanging to Fall Out Boy, screamo, BABYMETAL, singing her heart out to Pink, commanding the entire van to dance like she was the tipsy general of a drunk rock army.

The fan captions made her want to melt.

“Ruby is that friend. THE friend.”

“No one is doing it like her.”

“K-pop idols go to karaoke. Ruby goes to WARPED TOUR.”

Her favorite was from a fan account:

📸: “aesthetic Ruby pics: before, during, and after the mosh pit.”

Slide 1: Sleeping Ruby

Slide 2: Devil horns up, screaming

Slide 3: Curled up with Yuta like a passed-out kitten.

She fumbles the phone off the couch and faceplants into the pillow.

Then comes a FaceTime call… from Johnny.

She picked up, groggy and already embarrassed.

“Johnny, I hate you,” she mumbled.

“You love me,” Johnny laughed. “You just don’t love that you screamed ‘ROCK AND ROLL, BABY’ in front of two million people.”

“I DID NOT—”

“You did. We have the footage.”

She hears more voices in the background — Taeyong, Jaehyun, Yuta, and Mark all screaming “ROCK AND ROLL, BABY! COME ON!” as if it’s a rallying cry.

Ruby groaned again, flopping onto her back.

“I’m never drinking wine with Yuta again.”

“Too late. He’s already planning the next live,” Johnny teased. “He said you guys need to start a rock subunit. He wants to call it ‘Ruby Riot.’”

Ruby snorted. “Okay, wait, that’s actually fire.”

Johnny chuckled and says “You’re iconic now.”

Jaehyun holding up his phone to show a meme edit of Ruby Photoshopped into a heavy metal concert, “You’ve been summoned by the Metal Gods.”

Taeyong, walking over to them, says, “Your fandom made you a custom lightstick. It’s just a tiny hand doing the rock sign.”

Ruby chuckles and says, “I will sue all of you.”

“Ruby, you said it! We didn’t make you scream about rock and roll mid-nap like you were in a dream band tour,” says Johnny.

Ruby groans and says, “Why didn’t you stop me?”

“Why would we stop magic in motion?” asks Jaehyun.

Ruby glares at the screen, then pulls the blanket higher over her face.

A muffled voice comes out: “…Did I at least look cute?”

All four guys in unison:

“Yes!!!”

“Adorable!”

“Cutest gremlin!”

“You were art!”

Ruby, still buried in her blanket, says, “I need to disappear for like… a year.”

Johnny, laughing, says, “Too late. SM is probably printing merch already.”

She lifts her head slowly, “Are they really?”

Taeyong chuckling says, “If not, they should. I'd buy ten.”

Then randomly Yuta says, “Wait, check this out—”

He sends her a link. She opens it to see a fan account selling unofficial shirts that say: "Rock and Roll Baby! Come On! - Ruby '25 World Tour"

Her jaw drops and she says, “This is a monster you created. You’re all enablers.”

Johnny smiles and says, “And proud.”

Pause. Ruby sighs, dramatically flopping back. “…Whatever. At the very least, let me choose my tour opener. I want a fog machine and flaming guitars.”

Jaehyun chuckles and says, “Say no more. We’ll rent a dragon.”

Taeyong then says, “We’ll be your backup band. Mark can play the triangle.”

Johnny scoffs and says, “Only if I get a glitter mic.”

Ruby finally laughed, still wrapped in her blanket cocoon, “You’re all idiots… but you’re my idiots.”

Johnny smiles at her comment and says, “We just wanted to check in and make sure you were alive. The fans are obsessed, by the way. Your rock sign pose? Icon status.”

Ruby groans and says, “Please delete me.”

Johnny laughs and says, “Nope. Too late. You’re a legend now. Anyway, rest up, Rockstar.”

He hung up.

Ruby stared at the ceiling for a moment, then pulled up her own IG and sighed.

ruby.official 🖤 I don’t remember much, but... ROCK AND ROLL, BABY! COME ON! 🤘

#imnotokaybutitsfine #sendneckmassagerecs #rockandrollruby #127chaos

Within seconds, the comments flooded in:

“SHE’S AWAKEEE”

“QUEEN OF ROCK”

“NEVER APOLOGIZE”

“YUTA X RUBY RIOT WHEN??”

Back in the 127 dorm, Yuta was already planning the next playlist.

"Next time," he told the group, “we’re bringing Ruby a drum set.”

Mark stared at him. “In the car?”

Yuta nodded seriously. “In the car.”

Johnny leaned back, smiling at the chaos they caused together. Somehow, with Ruby in the mix, everything just got louder, weirder, funnier—and a whole lot more fun.

They couldn’t wait to do it again.

My works are not allowed for translation or reposting as your own without my permission.

[qxqwillow]

This is my first post. I don’t write fan fiction, hell I haven’t written anything at all. But an idea just hit me— who in NCT 127 fits the personalities of the Love and Deepspace Love Interests?

Mark would definitely be Caleb. Their personalities are like Spiderman, your childhood best friend, someone you know you can trust. But underneath that layer of kindness would be a dark stirring, a possessiveness that threatens his entire being. But he desperately just wants to be that sweet childhood friend you know. He doesn’t want that darkness to bubble into the surface because by then it just might be too late to go back.

Haechan is Rafayel, no surprise here. Both men hide their complex emotions under a layer of bratty humor. Jokes that go on too far, serious moments spoken with a deeper whisper that you can feel rumbling in his chest before he laughs it off and defuses the tension. He wants to be more honest but he doesn’t want to scare you off in the process, so he turns into your personal jester, simply laughing his way into your heart because that’s all he can do. For now at least.

You might think I’d pick Doyoung for Zayne, after all to any new czennie he’s quiet and brooding—but no. He doesn’t quite fit Zayne’s personality. No, Taeyong would be Zayne. He’s more expressive than Zayne initially, yes— but he’s almost always in leader mode. He never fully lets himself relax just like Zayne. He’s compassionate, caring, but hard on himself. He’s trying to make sure everything goes perfectly, no mistakes allowed. He doesn’t quite soften around you, but he’s so scared of making a mistake, of ruining everything that he’s still holding you at arms length even though he wants nothing more than to be in your arms. But when you force him to calm down he finally does relax, he’s a complete mess around you

Jaehyun would be Sylus. It’s the most obvious choice isn’t it? (I KNOW y’all have seen those mafia fics) He comes off as a hardass, a jerk, a player even— but underneath that exterior? A softie. An absolute gentleman who would only have eyes for you and doesn’t even entertain other people, not even as a joke (not to mention he’s filthy rich since doyoung keeps telling us to atop asking for his routines, we simply can’t afford it). Would also probably get very offended if you tried to pay for anything around him

Xavier… is Jungwoo. They’re practically one and the same. The polar opposite of Sylus, underneath his gentle sleepy exterior is a maddening passion. When you first meet him, your guard is down. He’s so kind, so gentle and sweet! Why would you be on guard? And then, the switch flips and you realise you’ve been hunted like prey. Hook, line, and sinker. But by the time you figure it out? It’s already much too late for you to leave.

Apologies for any grammar mistakes, english is my first language but I’m illiterate in every language i speak😅