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mntozakii · 1 year ago

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sugar — lee haechan

pairing: haechan x female reader

tags: stepcest, age gap (6 years), unprotected sex, haechan is a little bit insane but it's fine ☹️

note: been having haechan brainrot so plz enjoy this

minors do not interact and all characters are in legal age

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before your first encounter with the boy, his father has warned you that his son can be very mischievous. it turned out to be wrong because the haechan that you met was silent, you didn't have to know that he was actually angry. he believed that a pretty girl like you shouldn't be around men like his father, he knew that his workaholics father will neglect you in the future.

much to your delight, haechan warmed up and became closer to you since his father is always on a business trip. haechan just absolutely adore the way his father's young trophy wife showed up to his soccer games, coding competition, and took care of him like a good mommy. in return, he gave you a lot of affection and love. your sweet boy haechan who never disrespect you, listened to you more than his father, and indulged into your silly little hobbies. he didn't mind to follow around the store like a kicked puppy as you spend his father's black card.

haechan who can't be mean with you. at first, he wanted to make your life miserable but you were so kind and lovely to him. you think of him so fondly that it never crossed on your mind that he's taking advantage of you.

haechan who whines about his sore back so you will massage him and he finds it amusing that you laugh whenever he moans, if only you knew that haechan creamed his pants.

haechan who loves to share his food and feels his pupils dilate whenever your mouth opens nicely as he feeds you.

haechan who offers to do the laundry so he can steal your panties, he secretly touches himself with the flimsy silk.

to be honest, you weren't bothered with haechan's behaviour since you've seen how the boy acted around his relatives and friends. you assumed that it was only natural for him to be so attached with you, after all you're his new mother.

haechan has to thank his parents for making baby as his nickname because now he gets to hear you call him baby everyday.

"baby, don't forget to eat your breakfast"

"haechan baby, can you help me with the grocery?"

"good job baby, you're so smart"

four years went by and your sweet sunshine is no longer a pretty boy, he stood taller than you and looked intimidating than ever. however, he was still the same cheeky boy you've know. haechan attended law school, following his father's path. to be frank, it wasn't his first option but you had beg so prettily for him to listen to his father.

even though haechan was hundred miles away from you, he will still occasionally visit you. besides, he texted you everyday and updated you with everything. you knew the names of the professors that he hated, his pretentious classmates, and his roomate jeno.

"i want to see your face" haechan sent a selfie of him on bed with his messy brown hair.

"i'm on a date" you sent a selfie with his father which he replied with an eye roll emoji. you probably laugh at his choice of emoji but he genuinely felt pissed off. all he wanted was to see your face and he got a picture of the old man kissing your cheek.

"i miss having meals with you" haechan sent a picture of his pathetic dinner that consisted of ramen, few packs of sandwiches, and milk.

"my baby, please eat a proper meal" you sighed as you looked at his simple dinner, you'll remind your husband to pay extra attention to his allowance.

when haechan had few days off from school, he decided to suprise you by taking a flight home. upon his arrival, he was flustered to hear choked cries coming from your room. he knows that his father was home so he opted to peek from behind the door, his face turned into a soft frown when he saw your naked body on his father's lap.

"honey, please, i want to have a child with you" his heart burned with jealousy watching you hold his father's face as you cried, he never get to see your vulnerability before.

"i feel alone, the house seems so empty without haechan. it is a perfect timing for us to raise a child together, right?" his heart broke seeing your attempt to convince his father, haechan felt your frustration by the strong grip on the older man's shirt. he never know that you felt alone while he was away, he felt even worse when the accompany that you now wanted was in a form of a child.

"my sweetheart, i understand how you feel but can you wait for a few more months? once everything is settled at the firm, we will talk about this again" haechan had to physically control himself from letting a scoff, he knew that his father's promise meant nothing. the younger man headed to his room while he waited for his father to return to his office.

as soon as he heard the car left, he went outside to find you. his lips turned into a smirk when he saw you eating a pint of ice-cream, he was quick to attack you with a tight hug. you let out a shriek before hitting his chest when you realised it was haechan.

"haechan, you didn't tell me that you were coming home!" you reciprocated his hug and chuckled when the brunet pecked you on the cheek.

"i wanted to surprise you" he mumbled as he wiped the cream at the corner of your lips, he pulled you to the couch and kept you close to him. he wrapped his hand around your shoulder as he listened to you while the movie play mindlessly in the background.

"baby, have some" haechan smiled when you fed him the ice-cream. he found it very cute when you call him baby because he liked to take advantage of it, it almost felt like you will always forgive him for his mistakes.

haechan loved whenever you wear polo shirt especially if it was paired with a mini skirt. today, you were wearing his favourite white shirt paired with a midi skirt. you looked so beautiful, he can't help but to stare at your thighs through the slit of the skirt.

"why are you so pretty today? i want to play with you" his hand slid inside the skirt before he softly rubbed your inner thigh while maintaining eye contact with you. it wasn't unusual for haechan to be clingy but he should never touch you in that way.

"haechan, what are you doing?" your heart pounded heavily when his hand dangerously headed north.

"baby, your hand—" you tried to push it away but it was no use, his grip only tighten on your body. haechan leaned closer to leave wet kisses on your neck, he missed you so much.

"no— haechan, we cannot do this" your second attempt to shove him away failed since he was so much stronger than you, he didn't even budge at all.

"hmm, why can't we do this?" his mellifluous voice whined before he pulled you to his lap, his hands rested on your side as he eyefucked you.

"my father doesn't want to put a baby into you and i want to do the opposite of that, isn't that good?" his voice made the question sounded so innocent meanwhile in reality, he was talking about making you pregnant with his child. he must've overheard your talk with your husband, you wanted to believe that haechan was just confused with his feelings towards you.

"haechan, your father will get very mad at you" you mumbled as you reached for his hands, holding them tightly so he won't touch you again. haechan admired your effort to put him in his place, it was an adorable attempt. he easily pulled his hands away from you before carrying you to his room, he made sure to lock the door before cornering you to his bed.

"baby, baby, baby" he mocked the way your small voice always call for his name, he took off his shirt and sat on the bed. you can't help but to notice how different he looked now, his body was becoming lean and his features has developed into a handsome man. haechan held your hand as you stood still with guilt written all over your face.

was it your fault for spoiling haechan rotten until he thinks that he can get whatever he wants?

was it your fault for not creating a clear boundaries with your step son?

was it your fault for getting a little aroused with his little antics today?

"mommy, give me a chance to please you" haechan begged with the prettiest doe eyes ever, you are aware that you can say no, leave his room, and pretend that nothing happened but something inside you was thrilled to see more of him.

haechan grew impatient waiting for your reply, he decided to have you on his lap again before a brilliant idea popped out.

"you can tell me to stop and i will" haechan promised before he unbuttoned your shirt, he tried to read your expression but failed to do so. haechan chuckled seeing purple bruises all over your chest, you must had a steamy night yesterday.

"my father is a greedy bastard, isn't he?" he muttered before doing the exact thing that his father did to you last night, except haechan was aiming for your neck.

"baby, not on the neck, he will notice it" you pulled on his hair to take a look at his face, he seemed to be disappointed when he failed to mark you.

his hands gently groped on your tits and nipples, he alternated in between sucking, biting, and pulling on your hard buds. haechan felt his ego skyrocketed when you started to whimper and begged for more.

haechan positioned you to lay down comfortably on his bed before he took off your panties, he kept the skirt on because it looked lovely on you. haechan couldn't believe that he was finally staring at your naked body, he had been fantasizing this for years.

"such a pretty pussy" haechan praised you and chuckled when he noticed your hole clenched at nothing, he didn't know that you were already leaking wet.

"hmm, it's so tight, does he not fuck you at all?" haechan queried as he stuffed your hole with his middle finger, he moaned seeing you tighten around his digit. since he was eager to satisfy you, he added another finger and played with your clit using his other hand.

instead of making you reach your high, haechan kept on edging until you became so frustrated. he will rub your clit in the most delicious circles and stopped whenever you're almost close. the moment when he noticed your legs started to twitch, he will take his hand off your pussy and let you cry for more.

"haechan, don't be mean to me" you had to hold back a sob because you've been denied for so many times and it felt so painful. you tried to touch yourself but he gently smacked your clit as a warning, he wanted to see you come on his cock instead of his fingers. he got on top of you and let your legs rest on his shoulders, he gave a few kisses on your calf before pulling out his dick.

"i prepped you so well, you should be able to take it like a good girl, right?" he rubbed the tip on your entrance and slightly pushed the tip to elicit another moan from you.

one thing that haechan had always dreamt off was kissing you, he had various imagination to kept him on edge whenever he jerked off. he used to imagine fucking you on the mattress that you share with his father, he also fantasized about fucking you in the kitchen too. today, he will do everything that he wanted for so many years.

haechan bit his lip as he slowly pushed himself inside your warm cunt, it felt so fucking good that he wanted to cry. haechan leaned closer to kiss your lips and giggled when he tasted the lip gloss, you had put it on him for fun before but it tasted so much sweeter on your lips.

"baby, what's so funny?" you asked then laughed when he shrugged it off and hid his face on your chest as his hips kept on thrusting into your poor hole.

"this is better than everything i used to dream off" haechan admitted before pulling you into another kiss, you realised that the brown haired boy liked to be messy when kissing. he was so desperate and wanted to swallow you whole if he could, he slowly trailed down to your neck and started to suck and bite on it.

"baby, be gentle with it" you reminded him as you caressed his hair, you admitted that he was doing so well and it scared you. the younger boy decorated your neck with fresh red marks before he intertwined your hands together.

"i'm going to fill you up with my seed, get you pregnant with my child, that'll make you a real mommy" haechan whispered before he continued to fuck you real hard, every each of his thrust hits your cervix and drove you to madness.

"baby, no— haechan, you have to pull out" your hands weakly push him away but it only fueled him to pound your hole mercilessly, he knew that you were close and he wanted to come together. a few more penetration and haechan felt your walls contracted tightly around his veiny cock, he shot ropes of warm semen inside your pussy.

you can't help but to whine at the warm feelings inside you, haechan panted softly as pulled you into a tight hug. he caressed your messy hair and adored the marks he left on your body.

"did i do a good job, mommy?"

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hoshifighting · 3 months ago

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vernon as your sugar baby!

— WARNINGS: sugar mommy x sugar baby relationship, smut, car sex, public sex, mentions of drugs: weed, pussy eating, mentions of him being a frank ocean fanboy. — (Seventeen as Sugar Baby's Series)

he engine's purr fades into the background, a low hum that matches the buzz in your veins. the garage is empty, save for your car, parked in the last spot where shadows stretch long and dark. it’s just you and vernon, the two of you cocooned in the heavy scent of weed and leather.

you take another slow drag, letting the smoke curl lazily from your lips, watching it twist and swirl in the murky light. your fingers brush against his hair as he works, head buried between your thighs, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. the blunt hangs loose between your fingers, half-forgotten, as your other hand grips the back of his neck, urging him closer, deeper.

“fuck, vernon,” you mutter—moan. “you’re so fucking good at this.”

he looks up at you, eyes dark and half-lidded, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. his tie hangs loose around his neck, the expensive fabric bunched up and forgotten like an afterthought. his shirt—white, crisp, and from that brand you couldn’t resist splurging on—hangs open, exposing the smooth planes of his chest. the sight of him like this, disheveled and utterly wrecked, is enough to make your head spin.

“like what you see?” he murmurs, then dips his head back down, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh that sends a shiver racing up your spine.

“yeah,” you breathe out, a lazy smile spreading across your face. “but i’d like it more if you’d keep going.”

he doesn’t need to be told twice. his tongue flicks out, and your back arches off the seat, hips rolling up to meet his mouth. the world outside fades away, and all that’s left is the feeling of his lips, his tongue, the warmth of his breath as he devours you like he’s starving.

the blunt slips from your fingers, falling to the floor with a soft thud, but you barely notice. your hands tangle in his hair, nails digging into his scalp as he pushes you closer to the edge, the tension coiling tight in your belly. the car door is open, the cool air a sharp contrast to the heat building between you, but the thought of someone walking by, seeing you like this, just adds to the thrill.

“shit!” you hiss, eyes squeezing shut as you finally come undone, your whole body trembling with the strength of it. he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, just keeps going until you’re a panting, slumped back against the seat.

“good?” he asks, sitting back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his grin is wicked, eyes gleaming with delight.

you don’t bother with words, just reach out and pull him up for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. “let’s hit the store,” you mutter against his mouth. “gotta spoil my baby boy before the night’s over.”

he chuckles, low and deep, as he climbs out of the back seat, straightening his clothes. “whatever you want, ma’am,” he says with a smirk. “i’m all yours.”

you’re not sure if it’s the afterglow from vernon’s talented mouth or the blunt that’s got you feeling this relaxed as you stroll through the store, but either way, it’s a damn good feeling. everything’s a little hazy around the edges, but in that warm, fuzzy way that makes you feel like the world’s spinning just right.

vernon’s walking next to you, eyeing a pair of sneakers that you know he’s gonna want, and you love it. you love the way his eyes light up when he finds something he likes, the way he doesn’t even hesitate to swipe your card like it’s his. it’s one of those little things that just… does it for you. and yeah, you love the way he looks in those expensive clothes, how he makes everything you buy for him look like it was made just for him.

“these are sick,” he mutters, holding up the sneakers, already imagining them on his feet. “think i’m gonna grab ‘em.”

you just nod, a lazy smile on your face. “get whatever you want, baby boy. you know i got you.”

but it’s more than just the shoes or the clothes that gets you. it’s the way he curls up on the seat at that hole-in-the-wall restaurant you took him to, shoveling food into his mouth like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. his eyes widen, and he lets out a low groan that’s almost obscene, making you laugh.

“fuck, this is bussin,” he says, barely pausing between bites. “i mean, seriously, this shit’s next level.”

you can’t help but grin, watching him enjoy something as simple as a meal, and knowing you’re the one who put that look on his face. but it’s not just the food, either. it’s when you take him to that tiny, tucked-away record store and he finds a vinyl he’s been looking for, or when you pick up a vintage video cassette and his eyes light up with that geeky excitement you adore.

you’re watching him now, across the table as he scarfs down his food, glancing at the bag beside you that’s holding a few records you picked up earlier. he’s still chewing when you ask, “so, what’s the deal with that frank ocean album? why’s everyone so obsessed?”

his eyes flick up to yours, and he actually pauses to swallow before answering, which is rare. “you serious?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “frank ocean’s a fucking genius. his lyrics? on another level. it’s like he’s writing a soundtrack for all the shit you never knew you were feeling, you know? and the production? don’t even get me started.”

you lean back in your chair, watching him talk with that passion that he loves so much. this right here—this is what you love more than anything else. yeah, you’re spoiling him with your money, but you’re also feeding his mind, giving him the space to explore and enjoy all the things he’s into.

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