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Ever since Nam-gyu’s bitch of a mother, Min-yeo, had gotten her new boyfriend, she had been less of a bitch. Still some carelessness in her daily life like–forgetting to pay the bills or forgetting to buy groceries. But, Nam-gyu was seventeen now, and in just under a year, he’d finally be able to get somewhere in his life. It’d be better for both of them if Nam-gyu wasn’t always around. It seemed as if he was ready to be an adult and she was the one who wasn’t. They were in that stage of a mother-child relationship where they acted more like roommates who didn’t care for each other, and he was fine with that. Still, ever since her boyfriend, Deok-su, Min-yeo had been digging the whole mom thing–lending him cash for movies, actually asking about school. It was alright. It didn’t make up for the years of negligence and terrible stepdads who molested him. But, it was al-fucking-right.
Now, Deok-su was around. He was living with them. So, that meant seeing him at least twice a day. Nam-gyu was usually out fucking around town with his friends a lot of the time but he saw the man for breakfast and dinner–at least. When Nam-gyu had first awkwardly met him, he could immediately tell the kind of guy Deok-su was. Literally as soon as he laid eyes on Min-yeo’s hip, new boyfriend, he thought– ‘ yep, my mom’s doing crack again.’ The older man wasn’t rude or cold, he just was… Didn’t get in the way, he even made dinner one night. It felt odd. He was sometimes even nicer to Nam-gyu than his mom. Nam-gyu blamed that on the fact that his mother was just a complete nightmare to be around, and Nam-gyu wasn’t. He considered himself to be just a prettier, younger and sweeter version of her. Now, Nam-gyu didn’t know it at the time–but Deok-su was also beginning to think that.
It started with a fight. About two weeks into their relationship, Min-yeo had her first breakdown. Nam-gyu just called them the first cracks of her real personality– viscious and batshit insane . Nam-gyu happened to come home from the skate park in the dead middle of it, mom throwing things and Deok-su screaming - ‘ You are insane!’ repeatedly. Avoiding the living room where it was actually happening, he went to the dining room to get started on his homework. Over the hundreds of times he had been around during a screaming match involving his mother, Nam-gyu had learned a few things, one of them being: Don’t be in the room where she’s throwing shit. He still had a lazy scar from when he was smaller and she had accidentally hurled a vase at his head. But, he still always found it extremely amusing to watch couples fight since the only channel the TV had was re-runs of Jeopardy! , so that was why he hadn’t gone to his room. While trying to do his notes, he heard many different things echo through the house, some being– ‘I wish you were dead!’ or ‘You’ve got a tiny dick!’ –that one cracked Nam-gyu up because it probably wasn’t true. The fight ended with Min-yeo storming out to the driveway and speeding down the road, probably gone to spend money on useless shit, leaving Deok-su in the house. Her train of thought was never on point– ‘ I’m pissed off so I’m going to leave my teenage son with the man who I just cursed out and I do not trust .’ Nevertheless, it happened.
A stressed and sweating-from-screaming Deok-su entered the dining room and sat tiredly across from Nam-gyu. The following weeks had been strange to say the least. Mornings were slow and gummy from the spring humidity, Nam-gyu was forced to wear tight tank tops paired with loose shorts, it wasn’t like he minded though. Especially when Deok-su gave him second looks while pouring his coffee. Now, they sat across from each other, Nam-gyu decided to break the silence.
“Is she gone?” he asked, lifting his head from the blank pages under him. No homework was getting finished tonight, this was too interesting.
“ Mhm .” Deok-su hummed, tense as ever. “Straight out the door. No talk. Just– gone.”
Resting his squished cheek against his hand, Nam-gyu sighed softly. “She does that a lot. Don’t take it personally.”
That little sentence caused them to finally make eye contact. Fully. And Nam-gyu mentally traced over the man’s face, his intricate features. His crazy tattoo. Fuck. Just like the gangsters in those action movies Nam-gyu used to watch as a kid, Nam-gyu would steal the DVD into his room and just look at the men on the cover. And his type hadn’t changed much since then. He began to realize, holy shit, his type was sitting right in front of him. Like mother, like son. As soon as he realized this, his entire posture changed. It felt like he was being watched, studied . Good thing he was wearing something tight to show off his body, his thin body that he worked so hard to keep that way.
Straightening his spin, he curled forward in his seat and quietly squirmed, not being able to sit still.
Deok-su noticed, exhaling, but Nam-gyu could tell he was intrigued. “What?”
“ Nothing .” He sighed dramatically, closing his notebook. “Just thought you’d be the type to leave her already.”
“I’m not gonna leave over one fight.” He seemed a little offended.
Smooth, Nam-gyu. Gotta reel him back in. “I’m just used to it. Sorry.”
It worked like a charm. It brought the man right back. Truthfully, Nam-gyu was more used to it than anyone could possibly imagine. His biological father hit the road before he learned his first steps, then, his mom fucked around for a few more years before finally settling on one guy. That was around when Nam-gyu turned twelve and all the changes began happening, and the father figure that was around back then took advantage of that stuff. Nam-gyu was never truly the same after that, he never told Min-yeo, it would’ve fucked them both up.
Pushing himself up from the wooden seat, Deok-su darted his eyes straight to the fridge. There wasn’t anything in there other than milk, eggs and a case of beer so out of those three, Nam-gyu could get what he was going to get. This was his project now, he wanted to play and he knew Deok-su had to want to play too–who could even resist Nam-gyu? Especially when he was like this, glittery, thin and young. Daddy Deok-su probably thought about Nam-gyu while fucking his mother, everyone did– I’m so young and pretty . Even in old photos, his mother looked eerily like him when she was a teenager.
“You clean your room yet?” Ah, yes, and there it was . That bullshit dad routine. Maybe Deok-su did actually care, he liked being strict sometimes–felt like it was his job to turn this trio into somewhat of a family. Nam-gyu had been procrastinating cleaning that pigsty of a bedroom, and he really didn’t wanna talk about it right now.
Instead of even thinking of responding, he pursed his glossy lips into a pout and shrugged, “Can I try some beer?”
–acting like he didn’t drink that shit mixed with Monster from solo cups every other weekend. Deok-su probably knew all of that stuff too. Deok-su had to know that Nam-gyu wasn’t taking all of those interchangeable ‘ guy friends’ to the movies or the arcade, he did hardcore drugs and had sex. Not recently, but still, he knew the game awfully well.
“You wouldn’t like it.” Deok-su decided for him.
“Why?”
“It’s for miserable people.” The older gentleman darted back.
Eyes widening cute and dramatically, Nam-gyu slowly rose from the chair and circled the table until he landed in front of a sitting Deok-su, looking down at him. You could’ve felt the tension all the way down to your pearly toe bones. “Then I’m perfect for it.” he whispered, reaching his hand out.
The can was in his hand in a second, he ran his fingers over the chilled aluminum before taking a short swig, he didn’t flinch. He didn’t even try to act like he had never tried beer before–the poor kid wanted to impress his new daddy. After swallowing that sip, he took another gulp, and another before he heard a– “Alright, alright,” Deok-su chuckled annoyed and amused and impressed all at the same time, snatching the can back. “You’re worse than your mother.”
Nam-gyu raised his eyebrows–wounded but he played it off as sarcastic or perhaps overdramatic to keep the situation light, “Never say that,” he said through one of those dry teenager laughs.
It fell quiet again after that. Nam-gyu was still standing over him, arms now crossed shyly. He suddenly felt so many butterflies creep up in his tummy all at once, Deok-su’s eyes were studying him again. The only thing that was keeping Nam-gyu from clamping up completely was those frequent ragged and sweaty breaths coming from Deok-su–reminding him that he wasn’t the only one sexually baffled by the other, that they both were sort of in this together. They hadn’t even done anything yet and this was how they were acting, god help Min-yeo. All of these things were Nam-gyu’s assumption, of course, based on pattern recognition of older men plus Nam-gyu’s little body.
The loose shorts were sliding off of his left hip just a tad, showing off the tight band of his black underwear. “Let’s smoke a joint or something,” he suggested playfully.
“ Nam-gyu. ”
“I know you and mom smoke it. Where’s the stash?” He tried to command the room. Deep down, Nam-gyu knew that he could get anything he wanted with enough pretty looks and teasing. The men would always feel bad for thinking that way about a seventeen year old and end up giving him money or favors to repent.
But then, Nam-gyu felt a firm grip around his wrist, stopping him from trying to turn away. “Stop messing around.” Deok-su said, his voice laced with strictness. “Go clean your room or finish your homework or something.”
It seemed that Deok-su was beginning to pull away, things were getting a lot less playful and a lot more real. This was how it had been for weeks, growing like mold between them. Nam-gyu even swore one time, while he was making cereal, Deok-su intentionally walked past him and ran a finger over the back of his thigh. The kid froze up like an idiot and didn’t say a word. Now, they were in this sort of grey area–It looked like Deok-su wanted it so bad but when Nam-gyu got too pushy, he’d snap and back off.
Nam-gyu continued to be unserious, rolling his eyes and laughing, “Come on, asshole–”
“ What? ”
There would be no word to describe how Deok-su sounded. Truly, he sounded scary. Maybe it was because Nam-gyu had never been faced with the consequences of his actions, no real punishment in his life besides when he was really small. Even then, it was just watching his dad beat his mother, with the occasional smack over his own head, not real discipline– to him.
“Say it again– ’asshole’ , right? Say it.” That was when Deok-su finally decided to stand up too. And god, he towered over the little one. Nam-gyu’s eyes opened wide in a little confusion–like he hadn’t expected Deok-su to get so mad at him. “Say it, Nam-gyu.”
Swallowing slowly, Nam-gyu got some words out, quieter now, “I didn’t mean it…”
“That is not how you speak to adults.” He lectured, head turning in malice. “You treat me with respect and do what I say. Why are you being so rude? Where does it come from?”
On autopilot, Nam-gyu rolled his eyes and shut down even harder. “Shut up,” he muttered.
But, Deok-su heard. And he landed a good, hard smack over Nam-gyu’s right cheek. Blinking a few times after the hit, Nam-gyu paused, there wasn’t much left to do. Now, it wasn’t the hit itself that threw Nam-gyu off, he had been given plenty of those in his life, it was wondering… exactly why he was hit–and why Deok-su was getting mad? Maybe he didn’t understand. He had always been rebellious and free-spirited because of the fact of not having much stability, there was no parent to really punish him for his actions. Most of the time, he got hit by people for other reasons, like during sex and stuff. But this, this was cold. This was mad.
Deok-su’s sweaty palm clutched Nam-gyu’s shoulder next, hard, jabby and painful. Nam-gyu winced but kept quiet as the man went on, “You have been testing me for way too long, you little shit. I gave you the benefit of the doubt because of what your mom said about you and your dad but you will not try to push me around in my home. I am the man of this house now and I am not a pushover.”
“ Your home?” Nam-gyu asked like he was still somewhat trying to defend himself, but there was no spine to his words.
Without warning, he started walking away, his hand was still attached to Nam-gyu’s shoulder though, so he took the kid with him, “ Walk. Come on .”
“Ow-Jesus, stop- stop it, asshole!” Whining like a typical teenager, Nam-gyu struggled– of course he did.
The insult only seemed to fuel Deok-su’s anger. Once they got to the living room, Nam-gyu was forcefully thrown to the bed on his tummy. And he immediately scrambled to sit up, but Deok-su’s stronger arms kept him down. In a quick moment, the hands slithered around his waist, “Fucking–” Nam-gyu shouted, but he was liking the chase. To be honest, he thought Deok-su was going to rape him, so when he was pressed down on the man’s lap and spanked his ass, he was sort of confused.
“... What the fuck was that?” asked Nam-gyu, voice raspy and tired now.
Another spank landed hard on his little ass, the loose shorts were so loose that they rolled up to reveal his butt to Deok-su, so it was practically a raw spanking.
“This is what you get when you disrespect me-” Another smack . “-in my house. If you wanna have fun and have a daddy who buys you things and treats your mommy well, you need to be disciplined when you act out.”
“Okay- I get it, asshole-” he accidentally said it subconsciously again. That earned him three spanks in a row, all followed by scratchy yelps from the kid. The hits were getting harder.
“I know why, though. No father figure around,” said Deok-su, rubbing the quickening to pink skin before swinging the straightened hand back down violently. “We all know mom was too high to set any boundaries.”
It came to a point where Nam-gyu just took it like a good boy, back arched up for easier access, eyes squeezed shut with thick tears pushing out of them, he still made a little sound every time a hit came– hit– ‘ah!’-- hit– ‘ah!’, again and again. There was no stopping it for some time, Nam-gyu was in such a submissive state by the 30th spank … “I’m sorry, daddy ,” he whimpered, muffled through his face buried in the cushions of the couch, he slowly lifted his head, eyes beaming up at the other man, a hint of pleasure, as if this was all planned or something. Or maybe Deok-su was looking too deep into it. Nam-gyu sniffled, “I’m sorry, dad, please . I won’t disrespect you anymore.”
His voice was shaky, everything felt so hot. It was then that Nam-gyu felt the fabric of Deok-su’s crotch area begin to poke his lower tummy, (this was all going according to plan) Both of them were turned on by this exchange, Nam-gyu actively noticed the boner and felt that the best approach to get his way would be to act like some innocent virgin, he glanced down then back up with doped out eyes, “Dad, what’s that ?”
There was just one deep and manly exhale from Deok-su, like he knew what was coming. This boy was a siren– fuck this kid, seriously, tempting me like that. It’s all his fault anyways, wearing those tanktops everywhere. What is he–a stripper?
“It’s okay,” Nam-gyu stumbled to sit up, he now faced Deok-su on his lap, legs on either side of the man's thighs. The pale and thin hand belonging to Nam-gyu ran down his own tummy and into his own shorts, he breathed smooth and seductively, “I feel it too.”
His stepfather’s eyes began to loom down to the wet and perverted sounds coming from touching his pussy. God, the little baby moans coming from Nam-gyu were enough to put anyone in a catatonic state for like –ever. “I got so wet down there while you were spanking me, daddy. How do I fix it?”
Jesus, how much porn does this kid watch? Deok-su hadn’t responded to anything so far, maybe he thought that if he didn’t respond, he wouldn’t be responsible–though, he was likely to betray that idea if Nam-gyu got him pent up enough. There was an ache for this teenager, there had been for so long. All of the sex Deok-su had ever had in his life with all of those women, they felt pathetic now. Why would Deok-su fuck some loud, old and loose bitch when he had this angel sitting on his lap? He had to admit, Nam-gyu wasn’t the best at listening. But, he sure started listening after some spankings. Besides, again, this was Nam-gyu’s fault. Dancing around like a little ballerina with his pretty body, how was Deok-su supposed to control himself? Too bad the brat had such a loud mouth, submissive sluts were so fun! Nam-gyu was still useful though. And if Deok-su could find a way to get him to shut up, we’d be in business. That was when his ploy began to unravel, it was hard to tell who was being played right now.
He lurched forward and choked Nam-gyu, not really hard, mostly to assert dominance. He didn’t want this boy to tease or use him, he wanted to do the using. The strangling really wasn’t that hard, he used the power of his grip to lower the young boy to the floor, kneeling in front of him like a servant. A rebellious one. That was fine, all he needed was a leash, Deok-su’s hand could work as a faux one. His cock was quick to spring out from the unbuttoned trousers, dry and so hard it looked like it had a heartbeat, that was just what pretty boys like Nam-gyu did for people. – His dick is definitely not tiny like mom said, Nam-gyu thought. But, the position confused him. Despite being quite the playgirl, Nam-gyu had never sucked dick before, and he just knew he was gonna be bad at it and bratty. His pussy was needy and pulsing, he wanted daddy to fuck him.
But, he did what was expected, opening his mouth amateur-like and pushing his head down, taking it deep up his throat. Immediately, Nam-gyu gagged and tried to rip his head off but Deok-su kept his head there, already breaking the promise he made himself of no talking, “Good, there. That’s it, princess.”
Princess–that’s what-no, that’s what mom’s old boyfriend called me. For some reason, it triggered Nam-gyu immensely, he pulled away and panted, he just needed to regain his awareness. He was not there. He was here. And he was in control. And he wanted this. He had wanted this for so long. “I’m sorry…” the next part came out on gut instinct, “I just don’t know if I can…”
“You’re fine. We’ll stop after you finish this, okay?” Deok-su stated. “You can’t just stop halfway through. Come here .” The end of that sentence was snappy.
The voice was soothing, even though the words were debatably consensual. He crawled back and let Deok-su tangle his fingers in Nam-gyu's thin black hair until he found a good hold and lowered him back onto the member. It was slow at first, Nam-gyu’s tiny throat felt so full, he was careful to not use teeth, already knowing he’d get smacked for a stunt like that. Being on his knees for Deok-su was sort of annoying. Nam-gyu really wanted to be looked at, but he’d still try to do a good job. Jesus, his pussy was so wet and ready and all Deok-su wanted was to be sucked.
“You like that, dirty slut?” he growled, beginning to fuck the head harder. “ My fuckhole.”
“Aughmnh-” he moaned around the cock, tearing up but not stopping. He wanted to be good. Pretty and whiny and useful. The crying didn’t stop, maybe Deok-su liked it. From a statement said earlier– it was hard to tell who was being played right now– you could now tell. It was sadly Nam-gyu again. Never truly in control of his body.
“Hold on baby, daddy’s gonna cum–” Deok-su’s voice went an octave higher but still sounded so dominant. Nam-gyu was reduced to a sex toy at this moment, the cock was hitting the back of his throat so fast it felt like he was humming, like that sweet vibration you get at the roof of your mouth when you hum. Another short groan came from daddy, “That’s it.”
It seemed pretty fast for an orgasm, Deok-su also happened to agree on that point and instead of cumming right then and there, he released Nam-gyu’s head from the blowjob position and threw him to the side. For a second, they both panted. Then it was time to continue, he lifted Nam-gyu up like a princess, Nam-gyu even giggled a little and Deok-su was quick to rip off those fluffy shorts with the panties. Good god, what a perfect little pussy this boy had. Pink and glossy, so fucking wet. Little Nam-gyu brought him in for a sloppy kiss, while they kissed, they both struggled to angle his pussy down onto the penis, “Mm,” Nam-gyu whimpered. “You’re bigger than all my friends.”
“Cause I’m older, here, let me-” Deok-su took the lead, shifting his hips until it finally went in, satisfying as ever.
“ Aaaah, fuck,” Nam-gyu’s moan dragged through the house. He immediately began to bounce on it, eyes rolling back like a bad porno, legs squatted swinging slowly, “Daddy, fuck…”
“This is all your fault. You know that, right?- ah -always fucking tempting me.” He thrusted deep and hard into his stepson.
Nam-gyu bit his lip, nodding, more focused on the sensation between his thighs. He probably would’ve agreed to anything right now. “I’m sorry, dad. I’m such a whore!…”
“What would mom say, hm? Trying to steal me from her. Such a slut.”
It wasn’t long before they were both cumming. Nam-gyu came first. He always did. Maybe men found it satisfying to let Nam-gyu cum first just to remind him how desperate and disposable he was, Nam-gyu was the one who was just busting to cum, not the other way around! All Nam-gyu wanted to be when he grew up was a shameless cock-addicted cumwhore, maybe for Deok-su specifically.
“Please cum in me, daddy, please. ” he begged and was rewarded.
In the middle of the sweat and squirting, the front door swung open. Luckily the living room was on the other end of the house, and they heard the door open long before Min-yeo was able to make her way to where they were. “Shit, shit, off , Nam-gyu,” Deok-su was able to throw the boy off of him, toss him his clothes and get him into the bathroom. His pants were easy to get back up as well. Min-yeo came around the corner, clearly in a better mood, maybe manic. In her hands, takeout bags ready to be consumed.
“Hey!” She smiled.
“Hey, baby. You okay?” Deok-su asked, throat tight.
Min-yeo nodded. “Yeaaah, I needed some stress relief. You?”
“Me too.”