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Sonder
Minho (30)
Jinki (32) is an old friend of Minho’s who works for him without pay.
Kibum (18) is a young adult who’s parents are fed up with his none stop attitude and buying,
Jonghyun (19) Is Kibum’s boyfriend, he forces Jonghyun to work with him at the bakery, Jonghyun is a go with the flow guy, very lazy to work yet active when it comes down to working out and one upping the workers.
Taemin (17 ) Minho’s troubled son,
It never let up, every time I try to stay away I always get sucked in.
I thought at that time, that maybe I was in love with him. Maybe I liked it because I loved him.
I began sleeping at his place, days at a time. My dad started getting worried for me, I think he knew what was going on. But just didn’t say or do anything to stop it, to really believe it.
I was fucking eleven.
When I was twelve My dad’s boss was arrested with rape of a fourteen year old girl, a child of one of his workers. . .
Wow right, like here I am, thinking about that morning, when we were fucking in his office, and he told me quote,
‘this will be the last time I see you’ and I asked ‘why?’ he said ‘I’m in big trouble’
he gave me eight hundred thousand dollars; saying I was the only one he’s cared about in the long run, that he was sorry for leaving this way but he’d write me if he could.
My shock and hurt turned into pissed off ness when I found out who it was.
I literally wanted to fucking murder the bitch.
We were in it together, we had a few threesomes with him, and it was great. She put up an act, faking the whole thing, looking all whiney and pitiful. Grinning at me when she confessed that he’d been having sex with me, and reported are acts together. I refused to talk and let her get the money and attention she so badly wanted.
In the end me and my dad left that town, I of course had to tell him why, and I told him the truth. He was mad to say the least, at his boss. Not me at all, and I ask him all the fucking time why. Why isn’t he mad at me for not telling him, or why isn’t he mad that I just let him do it. Why. . . you know… I don’t.
So at thirteen I tried to handle not having sex I really did. But my body demanded it. So I had a hey day. I fucked my dads new boss, his friends. I fucked many students at school after school on weekdays on weekends . It didn’t matter anymore I wanted nothing but sex. My dad knew the whole time, I want to believe, but he denies it. Actually he never wants to talk about that. I wish he would. Well the whole point is I had std, it must have been from someone older, because I know it wasn’t a middle scholar, I took their virginity.
At fourteen I was cured and sober - of sex. On the other hand I took up some different types of pills and weed every now and then, alcohol , cocaine, line after line. No days of sleep and fucking was the only thing on my agenda. I don’t really remember those days; It’s pretty much black. But I do remember the cutting. It started out as one cut on my wrist, two then four, five and so on. But it was getting hard trying to cover up. I thought to myself ‘it be better on my legs hidden away’ yet not because men liked my smooth legs, and I couldn’t hide it like I can with my arms, so I just kept to my arm.
But on other thought, I wanted to cut them because I hated them, my legs, I hated that I used to dance. But my motivation was gone. I was so damn numb and careless of life at that time. And I tried to stop cutting, but after one too may infections, I had to go to the hospital, and again I had to tell my father the truth, disappointing him again. Boy do I do that a lot.
Okay so at fifteen I met a really cool guy named Kai. He was my first real boyfriend, and we dated for almost a year. He made me change for the good, and I stopped cutting, drugs and sex, well we fucked all the time, but at least it was just him. He was amazing, and fit me to the ‘T’ and I really liked him. But he ended up having dark secrets that he never told me about and committed suicide. I hated that town and again, we moved, it was are third home and I started breaking. I fought the urge to cut or anything for that matter, sex and all. So I started dancing again. And kept silent, I snuck out all the time just to walk all night. My everything fell down, I was so lost and I needed something or someone to make it better. And It accord to me. . .that my dad was that person. So I got as close to him as I could. And we’ve been the best of friends.
Without thinking about it I’m here, at seventeen. We moved again, we needed something new but because of all the shit I’ve put us though, hospital bills and all the homes, moving. And I’m not going to lie, we didn’t watch the money. my dad always worked for his side of his money but I spent most the cash. But We’re now really hurting. At first we could afford a really nice hotel, now we can only get a one bed no kitchenette room. The rent is as cheap as we can find to save money, and my dad‘s looking for a job.
Everyone here looks like a drug dealer or a ho. And the couple next door is a great example. A thin Red head, black thick liner covering her eyes and a sluty outfit with a big red fur coat. her pimp’s name is zin-boo-ki her name is cherry. They fight all the time, and fuck non stop. I have no beef with them; zin-boo-ki up fronts me weed and beer every now and then. Maybe I like them because that’s been me for so long, I’m not as good as them, I’ve done things I’ll never be proud of. That I think of over and over. I just can’t stop thinking. I repeat my pitiful story in my head one to many times, shity moments one after another.
I’ve become Emotionally tired, I’m so tired. . . I’m tired of the guilt and hate . . I hate who’ve I become today. . . .what have I become?. . . A whore?. . .a sinner? . . .what the hell do you call me, a fuck up as far as I can think.
My dad never wanted this to happen to me, he knows my dreams. I told them to him, as he told me his.
he knows my fears, we share them, he knows me, and now I know him.
He knows why I cut. he knows my thoughts. And he only wants to help me. I’ve told him everything I could ever tell him.
He’ll stay up with me at night if my dreams are to bad for me too handle on my own. Taking everything I could use to cut from the room, I scuff. He told the front desk not to give me anything sharp.
Never pushing me to go out because he knows my anxiety.
how he holds me when I can’t stop crying.
He tells me everyday that it wasn’t my fault, that I’m not a bad person that, that his boss started this. Lie
I did I made myself into this fuck up and I don’t care what he has to say, I’m at fault for my problems.
My dad loves me.. . .
I miss my mom.
She left us so long ago, when I was six. She passed away in a horrible car crash, her body to mangled for an open casket. Why Is my luck so bad, I’ve asked myself this so many times.
I’m sad that the last time I saw my mom, she was crying. saying that she loved me, and that she’d always love me. . . I later found out that she lost her second child I didn’t know about yet. my parents wanted to surprise me, she was barley in her second month.
At that time my father was always so sad. I couldn’t do anything to get him out of it, and I know he tried for me.
But not enough . . not enough for himself. I want my innocents back.
My thoughts are cut to an end when My beloved father walks in the door a smile on his face, how rare that is anymore. . . . I smile back at him and jump off the bed to hug him.
“you know that idea you gave me a few nights ago,” he releases me from his grasp. I can only stare back, I’ve given him a lot of ideas in the past two weeks, which one could he be talking about. I open my mouth to ask but he beats me too it.
“The one about finding someone willing to lease at a low price on one of those old bakeries down the way.”
I nod, dark circles round his eyes, I remember when he smiled easily without dark marks under those eyes. I remember his fresh self, always clean cut and ready for his high paying job, happy with his wife and only son. I haven’t seen that man in a long time.
“Well I think we’re gonna get it” the memory of passing one that was leasing crossed my mind.
It looked so old and run down, yet cozy and warm like a mother.
I had told dad that and he smiled, saying
‘maybe we should try owning a bakery one day and pass on your mothers great recipes’.
My Mama always cooked the best food. when she left I asked dad to replace her; he sucked so bad at first.
He kept trying and trying saying that he’d master it one day, and he’ll cook just like mom.
well he does now. We don’t have a proper kitchen to cook in anymore, which sucks.
But he makes the best out of it by using a one pan cooker,
“tae you here” My dad chuckles and sits me on the bed and takes his place next to me, no I’m not. Everything seems sad now, memories are happier, isn’t the now meant to be happy? So why is mine so messed up? Why me.
“are you okay, is it a bad day for you, I thought the good news would cheer you up?”
“I’m sorry. . . I think it’s a great idea appa, I’ll do all the cleaning” I smile and scoot closer to him, no that’s not true, my happy is right here, my dad. I still have him. And he won’t leave me. . .I hope.
“I’ve missed you all day daddy” His big dad arms wrap around me and he hugs me into his chest again. I have no other option but to get on his lap and squeeze him back . He kisses me on my forehead and holds my face by the cheeks. I’d be lying if I said I don’t get turned on by doing this. It’s kinda a sick thing I do, I try to get as close to my dad as I can, touching him in ways a normal seventeen year old son wouldn’t.
“I’ve missed you all day too, my little taemin baby” I think my dad is in this just as bad. He holds my hips, slowly rubbing his thumbs on my hipbones, making my shirt rise up so his skin can touch mine.
I smile and cuddle into his chest, nothing more then love from daddy to make me feel better. Or his touch, or the way he starts kissing at my neck. I feel like he wants to go further, but he pulls away and moves his hands to my thighs.
“Tae”
“hum”
“I think I know how to help you” I look up at him and smile “how appa” He looks worried and. .a little flushed. He pulls me off his lap and looks me dead in the eye.
“I think you should slowly get back into the world again, get a boyfriend, you know”
I struggle to smile how can I when I feel like a nymphet no matter what happens. And everything gets taken from me, I’ll always be this sad excuse of a person. And no one will ever want me more then sex.
“I’m sorry Tae, It’s to soon” he shakes his head and gets up “ready for dinner kiddo” I nod and bundle up on the bed, watching him work his way around the one pan. I’m wearing his t-shirt and soft Pj pants.
“daddy. . . You’re the only person I can trust, I’d never be alive right now if it wasn’t for you.” I rest my head on my hand and inhale the scent of food.
He chuckles “well I’m your dad, and I’ll never leave you, even if you over come to your fears- he wave’s his spatula as he talks- and as you do, I hope I’m the one helping you. .or at least there to see it” he smiles and looks at me
“I love you taemin”
I smile back “I love you too appa”
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My dad hovers over me kissing my neck, sucking, nipping ‘why does it feel so good’ oh god ‘why do I like it so much’
His hands run down my naked sides, how did I get naked, it feels so good, so warm and soothing.
I wake. sit up and look over at my sleeping dad, oh god what do I do!
I touch it. gilt feeling me up inside as I think about the dream, why does it feel so good? I moan and bite my lip, looking down at my dad again. I wish he’d wake up right now, and join me, help me face my fears like he said he would, I wish he’d fuck me.
I stop, feeling to dirty too hold back any feelings, and I cry. My dad wakes and instantly wraps his arms around me.
“Tae what’s wrong, bad dream” I shake my head and lean into his hold “then what’s wrong”
I can’t talk I’m too embarrassed. So I do the only thing I can do. I take his hand and pull it down to the problem. He stiffens and breaths slowly “taemin . . .”
“appa, you said you’d help me through this. I only trust you. I feel so dirty right now” I let the tears pour and try to go on “I. . .dreamt. .you . . .touched me and kissed me, I don’t like feeling this dirty appa” I shake my head and cry into his chest hiding my face with my hands.
“tae. . .I’ll help you, I‘ll make it better” he pulls me down and holds me in his chest wrapping the thick hotel blanket over us. He kisses the top of my head, down the side of my cheek, my nose.
I open my eye’s and look at him, feeling his intentions; I nod. And slowly, ever so slowly, his lips touch mine. My stomach twists and tingles with delight. Now I know I like this.
I open my mouth and let my tongue trace over his lips, my hands on his prickly cheeks.
“I like this daddy, I like this a lot” I mumble against his lips.
My dad chuckles “I know” he rubs his knee in between my legs. I open them wider. His knee presses into my erection and slowly rubs. His hand leaves my face and finds it’s way into my boxers, grabbing my, I feel . . .oh my this feels so good. I moan and in a quick spiraling flash of all the heavens of great feelings above took over me, and sends me into a orgasm. I look my father in the eye’s and feel my blush. I can’t believe this just really happened.
Or not
Just a long drawn out dirty dream to really cause my first orgasm in awhile.. And I do feel very dirty. and very thankful that my dad is gone. He’s gone a lot in the morning.
The manager, Clark, is a very bad man, and I knew it from the beginning when we caught eye to eye.
I got that loud knock on the door last week, opening it to find mister hot shot, looking me up and down.
He told me ‘rents due’ I thought my dad would’ve paid it, but he said no. I bit my lip and asked him if he could wait until my dad got back, because I had nothing on me and my dad didn’t have a phone. I knew by his smirk what it was coming to; and I know why he even knocked in the first place, it was expected.
Like he already knew my past, that I’d do it. I let myself fall to my knees and sucked him off. I don’t know why, but I did it.
It hurts to lie to my dad, to even cut drink or smoke behind his back; when he thinks he’s made a clear point to me. Like he’s changed me.
Today I’m to meet the manager in the office, and he’s taking me to his place for the first time, and I’m scared, I don’t want to fall back into my old ways. I know he wants more then my mouth. He wants to see my body naked and on him. I don’t want that, at all. I mean the thought turns me on, sex just turns me on. But I already feel like a slut, a whore, a nasty seventeen year old who will take dick because sex is all he knows.
I walk slowly on the path to the stair case, my head down. I smile at cherry as she passes by with her ice bucket and a cigarette hanging out her mouth, I ask her for one. She smiles and I grab her bucket as she grabs the cigarette pack from her back pocket, she pulls one out and puts it in mouth and lights it.
“Thanks cherry” she grabs her ice and winks “you know you mean a lot to me kid, me and boo were just talking about you” I grin and lean against the railing “really” she nods as leans back with me, putting the damn ice on the ground in between her feet.
“yes really. . .you’re a good kid, and that shit you were talking about yesterday, your story, it got me thinking. . .” I can only guess what’s coming next, she’s going to ask me if I want to help them out right, sell my body, or drugs.
“we go to this really neat church, that’s more for the drug users and prostitutes, not saying anything bad about you,” she smiles and rubs my shoulder.
“there’s a lot of young kids there, all have some crazy story behind them, some just as bad as yours, and I think it will help you. If you’d like to come.” I take a drag, bite my bottom lip and rub it with my thumb. This isn’t what I was thinking it was going to be, I’m thankful right now.
“it sounds amazing already, where do I sign up” I grin and she hugs me “come over tonight and we’ll give you all the info on it” I nod and pick up her ice and give it to her with a smile “I will, have a good day cherry”
“you to kid” and with that we part are ways, her to the room next to mine, and me down to the office.
I inhale the nicotine as I walk down the stairs and around the corner shocked to see my father there. Should I walk back, what do I do. Well for one I should put the damn cancer stick out. I drop it as fast as I can and step on it.
Right then my dad turned smiling, he wave’s me over and I go in. A fake smile on my face as I look around spotting Clark behind the desk, a grim, set look on his face.
“Tae I was about to go wake you!” my dad’s big eye’s crinkle with his toothy grin. I smile back, he looks really happy today, the best I’ve seen him in weeks. He even shaved his face.
“well, I’m here” I state softly and walk to him.
“Taemin, I have some really good news” I glace at Clark again, his face still the same, but his eyes follow me.
“I got it”
I frown and give my dad my attention “got what”
“I bought the bakery” holy shit, I wasn’t expecting that.
“your kidding appa” Now I get mister Clarks face.
“no I’m not, Lets get packing, I had enough money left over to get the water and electric turned on. It’s all ready too be moved into.”
I plaster a cheesy grin on my face, I feel happy now. So much happier then before I left the room. So happy that the manager is looking at me in shock, like his toy was taken from him. I want nothing more then to leave right now, out of his view, out of sight and mind. I don’t want him to ruin what good that I have ahead of me.
“Appa I’m gonna go and start packing are things” He nods and keeps talking with the front desk guy, I guess they’ve become friends.
I go to see cherry and boo first, the church thing sounds nice, and I want to try it out. I knock on their door, boo opens it with a big grin.
“what’s up kid?” I shrug and step in, he shuts the door and I wave at cherry who sits at the little table they give here, weed, pills, and six lines getting ready on the table. She uses her id card, making sure it’s all cut up before she starts rolling a hundred dollar bill.
“caught you at a bad time.” I state softly sitting on the bed behind cherry, watching her dainty hands pull her hair back and over her shoulder. The money straw to her nose, she leans over and sniffs a line up.
“of course not” boo smiles sitting next to his girl, leaning in for a line. Cherry hands him the bill.
“ I wanted to get the information, for that church, me and my dad are leaving right now.”
“what!” Cherry says after taking another line, holding her nose and leaning her head back, looking at me from the corner of her eye.
“where are you guys going?” she asks, and I try not to watch booki take his lines, I’m craving a good high right now.
“my dad bought one of the bakeries down the way.” I smile at cherry as she gives me a joint.
“we’d offer a line but you doing good, and weed is best for you, not bad on the body, no need to need more.” I nod and light up. I smoke half and get the paper with the address, number and name. I say good bye for now and they tell me they’ll visit and hope for good munchy food. I laugh and tell them the food will be bomb. We hug goodbye and I go to my room. Keeping the door open for my dad to come in.
I could feel it, the sense of danger around the corner. But I keep packing, grabbing everything that’s ours. Are bathroom stuff, dad’s cooking stuff, are clothes.
I’m almost done, just shoving everything in bags now. I hear foot steps coming this way, it could be someone going to their room, or my dad, the worst Clark.
And so it is.
Mister manager
“Clark” I bow and watch from under my lashes, him walking in and to me, arms behind his back. I straighten up.
“Taemin” His hand soothed over my cheek “I haven’t yet played with you, and now you’re leaving me”
“well, I need to inform you, I’m not yours” I pull his hand away from me and back up.
“I don’t want to make this hard, taemin
Just let me please you for a chance.”
I shake my head “ please . . .I’ll suck you off once more, but nothing more. I told you that the first time”
“you say that, yet you had the audacity to flirt with me all this week asking for much more. Don’t you remember?. . forcing yourself at me for a knife in return; you’re nothing but a nasty slut you know that. A dirty little whore with a sad story and a addiction. Who needs to bend over and take it.” I flinch what a flash back word.
“I said No” I Push him away and try to leave. His hand gripped onto my forearm. I dig my nails into his hand, he doesn’t even flinch.
“Let go” I try to pull away and his grip tightens. His other hand raises,
“and if I don’t”
“Then I’ll fucking kick you in the nuts” I glare at him, giving him my best go to hell look. He goes to strike but I doge it the best I can with his grip on me. Taking him with me.
“oh my taemin, you’re like feisty kitten, afraid of the dog, are you afraid poor thing” I grind my teeth together. O you know that I’d kick you to death with a smile on my face.
“try me mutt” I spit a wad at him and get ready to kick and punch.
“what’s going on here!” Just in time, thank you dad.
The manager lets go of my arm and I run to my father.
“appa, it’s fine let’s go” I push on his chest and try to get him to move, but like all bigger guys then me, he stays. I hate being so small, I feel weak when things like this happen. A small kid who can’t do anything but make trouble.
“Oh so you think everything’s all fine and dandy now.” I look back at Clark, wiping my dna off his face. I give him my best glare. Please don’t say shit dude, please.
“Taemin do you mind telling me what’s going on here?” I look back at my dad, then at him, and back to my dad.
What do I do.
“Your son here” Clark smirks at me “has been offering his body to me”
My eye’s fly open and I look at my dads bewailed face. He’s lying!
“is this true Taemin?” I bite my lip and look down at my feet. I feel so ashamed of myself right now and mad and I just want to cut and go back to boo for a line.
“Tell me Taemin!” His voice is pitched and he looks furious.
“yes appa, but I wasn’t offering my body by any means!”
I feel my emotion outbreak on it’s verge of tipping over. He looks so . .. Lost?
“Not only that, mister Choi. But he stole a few blades from me, I think you deserve to know”
“Taemin. . .”
“If you don’t mind.” the asshole left out the door “I’ll take my leave now” He waves, at me. And off he goes.
“tae” my dad states softly “where at”
“where what?” he frowns
“where’s the sharp objects and show me the cuts” I frown in turn.
“no”
“taemin considering everything that’s just happened in the last three minutes. I’d appetite it if you give me a break here and do as asked.”
Embarrassed and ashamed I lift up my side of are shared bed and pull out a white, stained red, towel. Inside holds two razors and a small kitchen knife. I give them to him. Taking in his displeased expression.
“Taemin, what am I going to do with you . . . ”
I frown and sit on the bed.
“What do you mean appa, you know it’s a addiction”
“That’s my point, it’s an addiction that you can’t break away from. So how am I supposed to trust you in the bakery.” My frown deepens
“appa I want you to trust me, I promise I’ll try my best”
“Taemin that’s not going to cut it, I’m going to need a lot more then trust from you”
“appa, I’m sorry” how many times have I told him that.
He comes over and sits next to me, a frown on his face too.
“He said you did sexual things with him. . .what have you been doing”
“Appa I . . .I really don‘t know anymore. . .if this is out I guess you should know I’ve been smoking again and drinking. . By myself. ”
“tae”
“nothing more daddy and not a lot”
“that’s not the point here kid”
“then tell me the point!” He pauses and thinks he seems to do this a lot now. . . .
“the point here is. . .your rape has a lot of play in how you’ve been acting. A blowjob or fucking shouldn’t come easy to someone who’s been hurt like you were. I’m just really confused with your actions anymore”
“It’s not rape if you like it. . .that’s the point dad, I liked it and I still like it. .and he said you didn’t pay rent, so I gave him the only thing I could.” He sighs and nods. I hate making him mad more then anything.
“I’m just upset. .. You should think of yourself better then this tae. Your self worth is more important to me then rent”
“I know dad I’m -”
“wait”
“what”
“I paid rent this week” I frown
“what do you mean you paid rent” my thoughts scrabble to the back of my head, yes what the hell does he mean he paid!
“I mean I paid it, so why in the hell did he. .” my dad’s anger spiked and he flew up to his feet. I guess my light bulb is slower to turn on then his. It makes sense now, it always makes sense, everyone just wants my body. That hurts
“WHAT IS IT WITH MALES AND YOU” he stomped his way to the office, I can only guess.
I probably just got us into more troublesome stepping stones. With a sigh I get up and finish packing as fast as I can.
My dad comes back in the weirdest mood; and didn’t talk to me the whole time.
Now on the way to are bakery- are new home- he looks over at me with a sigh. I wish I could go back in time, change all my mistakes.
“Taemin. . .I hate these men”
“daddy. . .I’m so sorry” there I go again with that word, it’s a meaningless word now.
“it’s not your fault.”
he sighs “it is my fault”
I cock my head to the side “your fault, how is that”
“It’s a secret” he chuckles leans over to ruffle my hair.
“you mean the damn world to me Taemin, and I don’t want to let you go, I’m a selfish man Tae.”
I smile. I love when he says things like this, makes me giddy and feel good, my stomach warm.
“alright here it is” my dad points
I’m shocked. It’s the same one. Old and run down, the brown bricks hold it together, the sign is old and withered wood with chipping paint.
“you got the one I spotted out”
“yep. .Wait until you see the inside” The windows are covered with brown paper and old looking tape. He grins and gets out of the car. I unbuckle my belt and grab my bag, by that time my dad’s around the car to open my door and helping me out. Holding my hand the whole time.
This feels a lot more different then when I was young, or a year ago. It feels kinda good in a wired way. . .The thought I ponder on, playing around with the idea. Me and my daddy. . .
“Tae”
“hum” he smiles and opens the front door leading me in behind. . .still holding my hand.
“welcome to are new home” now he lets go and opens his arms wide “isn’t it beautiful taemin”
I nod in awe, looking around. It’s so prefect, everything about it is amazing. From the warm rounded tables with three chairs to each one, the windows all round out, they look old and run down; they must have seen many years. Even the baking part, everything is here, ready made beard, all the tools in the back behind the counter. Coffee beans look dusted a ready for use. I would have thought this whole place would have been dust, and a lot of TLC would be needed, but it seems I’m wrong. To the left is the doorway to the kitchen, and the right is a black beautiful iron spiral staircase.
“did you buy all this” he shakes his head “no, the elderly women I bought it from, ruby, she gave me everything to start us off, and even some extra money, you need to meet her. I told her a lot about you”
I blush and look away from him, this vibe is so different, so much love I can feel it, but it’s not the love it ever was before, a real needy love. . .I guess. . .or it’s just my libido.
“what do you think”
I turn and look at him a big smile on my face “I love it”
I spin around hands in the air “I love all of it appa!”
The first night in a new home I have always thought, is the best night ever. You’ll find yourself in peace in heaven. Warm in a floor bed. . .next to your daddy . . .shirtless daddy. O I never thought I’d do this; but my hand moves it’s self. I gently hover my hand over his chest, his chest hair tickles my hand and I giggle.
My daddy, I feel like a selfish fool, but it’s true. He’s mine.
I wonder what my mom thinks? I believe in sprits. . .maybe she’d become a demon for being mad, or maybe she just left. . .I use to see her when I young, I felt her presences all the time . .actually the last time I had felt her with me was when I started all that stuff with dad’s boss. After that I never felt her, I stopped talking. . .to everyone. Even my dad. I lost my only friends. slutting myself around. You name it I did it. I was a fuck up . . .my dad caught me so many times. I need stop thinking about it, it’s bumming me out and fucking up my mood.
I smile at my waking dad, my hand still obvious on his chest, I want to see his reaction.
“Tae” my daddy’s husky sleepy voice can turn me on so fast. usually I run off to the bathroom by now embarrassed and horny; but I’m feeling mischievous and bold, I want this, I want this to happen so bad. And I don’t want it to be a dream anymore.
I rub my hand across his collarbone and back to his chest, he moans and I get closer. I bring my hand to his neck and rub my thumb over his Adams apple, he moans again and I feel it through his skin. The vibrations send shivers through my body.
“I had a dream about you Taemin” I smile and sit my head up on my elbow, my other hand still roams about on daddy’s body.
“what was it about daddy?” He grins and grabs my curious hand, entangling are fingers together.
“You Taemin, are doing something to me” he pulls my hand to his jaw and rubs my knuckles across his fresh stubbles, a small smile playing on his lips.
“I shouldn’t want you in the way all these other men have. . .but I do” He sighs like he’s relieved. I don’t feel surprised, not anymore, I felt this last night, I’ve had so many dreams about this. This moment were I know it’s going to work, for me, for him, for the sake of dicks.
“daddy. . . .what if I told you I want you too, but differently from all those . . .fucked up days” I get on top of him and roll my hips into his growing member and groan myself.
“I’ve thought about it so many times” I look down at him and grin “how’d you fuck me, how rough or slow you’d go” “where you’d take me, what seventh heaven could I land on when seeing you doing dirty things to me.”
“Tae I do think this is good, but I really shouldn’t, I can’t. You’re my fucking son” I grin wider
“and think of how dirty good this is.” I roll my hips “I feel you down there. . .I know you must have felt that vibe last night appa” I close my eyes and just keep rocking. “how you looked at me, how you look at me. Every time my heart flutters, and I can only think about this, about how far we can go with it, what we’d do, where we’d do it”
“all these things I want. And I want it with you. I feel safe and prefect. . .like I’m not some piece of trash” I keep rolling my hips. I feel high, it’s been so long since I’ve had this. O man I want him to fuck me so bad, “please daddy don’t let me go” I sound like such a begging whore, breathless and grossly dry humping my dad.
“Taemin are you sure about this?” he’s turned on to the max and holding my hips tightly, not letting go.
“yes daddy. .don’t make me beg” I feel a pang of disgust in me, I had to beg for sex all time, I want real shit, where I just look at him and he knows.
“Alright” he turns over, me under him now, O god please forgive right now.
I smile at my dad and pull him to my neck “I want this so bad, don’t worry about being soft, I’m experienced - remember”
He chuckles “Taemin, I’ve wanted to do this, for so fucking long-” he’s grins and starts taking his pants off and pulling my clothes off. As fast as they left my legs he was at my skin, licking my hip bones and lightly nipping the skin down to my member, I close my eye’s and cover my mouth with my arm, my hand clenched tight. I moan into my skin and bite my arm. My dad starts sucking my tip lightly, his tongue laps over my slit and I shiver, the feeling is perfectly good, how long I’ve done this, and it hasn’t ever felt so perfect then this.
NEW
I move my arm and look down at my dad, he stares at me, pulling up to kiss me. Then gets back down, I try not to buck my hips as he takes me wholly.
“Oh jeez dad,” for the love of god! I’ve never been so embarrassed while being sucked off.
I open my eyes to watch, only to close them again.
“move your hand away from your face, and open your eyes.”
I shake my head “no.”
“I want you to watch.” How can I when you say such a thing! Slowly I move my arm and grip the sheet under us.
“open your eyes.” I squelch and open them half way. He grins and grips the bass of my dick, licking up lightly then rough at the tip. I moan and toss my head back and bite my lip, looking up at the ceiling. My dads hand gripping roughly at my neck makes me jump. I look him dead in the eye,
“I love you tae, so much. But do you really want this.” I nod and whimper
“yes, just fucking do it I want it, how many times do I have to hint it at you damnit . . .”
“please just fuck me now”
He chuckles and kisses my lips softly before going back down, lightly pecking my chest, down my ribs, hips and, oh. I moan and squirm.
“watch.” he demands
I do, his tongue goes back to lightly licking, then rough at the tip. I moan and try to move under him, closing and opening my eye’s. I can’t watch I’m to close. He keeps giving me the rough treatment, then sucking tightly, slowly inching my dick into his mouth. I groan and close my eyes. His hand is back at my neck kissing and sucking, I feel the blood blistering up to show a hickey. I get it, he’ll stop sucking me off if I close my eyes. So I open them and pull him down for a kiss. Lightly pecking, bite of his plump bottom lip, teeth against teeth as the kiss gets deeper, more wet and intimate. Battle of tongues as he shoves his hips into my groin. He starts dry humping me, his mouth on mine is driving me up the wall. So I turn around and push my ass against his hips and listen to him moan. Sitting up on my hands and knees I sway my hip and rub up and down against my father. A slut move I’ve used for some people, but never to some like this. Like my dad I happen to really fucking like.
“Oh god tae, your killin me” I lick my lips and smirk,
“what do you think your doing to me.” He chuckles and I listen to his zipper being unzipped and the jean fabric being removed.
I moan when he presses against me, bare. The feeling of his member against my skin is intoxicating. My irrational mind makes me listen harder and feel more. Taking it all in as he starts to probe at my entrance, my chest falls and I raise my ass up to him, pushing back to get more of him in me. Cold makes me shiver as he lets lube slick up his fingers, adding one at a time until his thumb and pinky are left out, thumb rubbing the under side of my sack.
He holds still and makes me rock back and forth into his fingers. I moan and start to fasten my hips, but my dads hand holds me, and controls my movement.
In one go he removes his fingers and licks, slipping his tongue in and up and out. I can’t control my mouth, and let the drool pour out. I rub my mouth against my arm and lick my lips, as he eats me out. Biting and nipping, after, a lick of the tender skin.
“please. . .” I want to talk, but my mouth and voice don’t, it just wants to moan, the only thing it can do.
“please what baby.”
“fuck me”
With that a slap echoes off the walls, my ass stings but it only makes me more hot and bothered.
“daddy,” I whimper out.
He starts to push in, slowly. I grip the bed sheet and push back for more. It feels great, the fact we’re doing such a naughty thing, him pushing more and more in me. I bite my lip and sway my head, his warm skin heating me up I moan, filled to the full. My fathers hands are on my chest, pulling me up to lean against his chest . My skin touching his bare legs, my back against his built torso. . head on his chest. I lean my head off to the side and look up at him. He has no choice but to stop sniffing the behind of my ear and look at me, a droky grin on his mouth.
“what’s with that grin dad” I giggle out, feeling odd having his dick in me and on his lap like this with his arm around me and mine on his. We’re meant to be father and son, dad teaching son how hook up with girls and work on trucks. How to date and fish, how to handle a first black eye from a first time fight. But I’m on his lap, getting ready to be first time fucked by my dad.
“this feels great.”
I grin “it really does, huh” I sway my hips to give some friction, and tighten my ass, then loosen giving him something to moan about. I get of him to turn around, holding his dick I lay back. Guiding him to my entrance. He grabs my knees and pushes them close to my chest, and slips back into me with ease. Moaning I toss my head back into the pillows and wrap my legs around his waist to pull him in more.
Daddy chuckles and runs his hands up my legs, up to my chest to pinch my nipples.
Groaning I tighten my legs around him and bite my lip. I want to kiss his unshaved jaw, and his rough lips like his fingers grazing my skin.
I sit up and hook my arms around his neck, his arms wrap around me holding me close. I moan, feeling him twitching inside me.
“have you even done a male dad.”
“no. . .”
“well then daddy, you’ll like this” With all my weight I push him back and make him lay down so I ride him. Though he needs a pillow, leaning back I grab one and put it under his head. Then grab another,
“put this under your lower back. . .it’ll make it easer for you to come back up and met me in-between , if you know what I mean.” daddy chuckles and grabs the pillow.
“yeah I know, I am your dad you know, I know more then you.” I take that as a challenge and lean down, hair falling on his face. I pull it of to one side biting my lip, leaning closer to his mouth.
My lips little press against his, and I grin.
“then tell me daddy, how many times you ever fucked a guy. Do you know as much as I do.” He grins back a cocky one, and holds my thighs.
“maybe not, but I do know how to fuck very, very well.” ~