"Baby i'll go to the meeting and it i'll take a while so don't call me."
You talk as you kiss chenle on the cheek.
Chenle snorts and says:
"Why would I call you, I'm fine alone."
The meeting is about halfway through when you get a call from Chenle, you apologize and answer the call.
"I told you not to call me."
"I know, sorry Y/N I went out to get food I forgot the key at home and it turns out I'm kind of locked out of the house and is rainning."
"My god Chenle how many times have I told you whenever you go out to take the key with you? Wait 30 minutes until my meeting is over."
You went back to the meeting, and as soon as it was over you ran home so you could help your boyfriend.
"I'll leave you on the street one day."- you say as you open the door"
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「1:56PM」 → In which you come to the house of the child you’re babysitting a little earlier than usual to fuck his dad, Kim Doyoung. Something you do quite often | smut
warnings | single dilf doyoung, doyoung is 35 and reader is 22, dilf x babysitter, degradation, manhandling, slight exhibitionism, slight dumbification, basically just pure filth.
author's note | do you guys like this dynamic or is it too much for you guys? i've been reading too many dilf fics... if you guys like it, tell me if you'd like more dilf fics!
You swore that you hadn't ever felt this euphoric with any other man in your university. No, compared to Mr. Kim, who you called daddy, they were merely boys.
"D-daddy." you managed to spit out at an attempt to not drool out of your mouth, "Too mu—uch."
"Too much?" he replied in disbelief, almost in a laugh. Until now, you question how you got so fucked out so easily, but he remained stable despite being completely engulfed in your cunt.
Right now, as his son was still in school before you had to babysit him, and before Mr. Kim had to leave for a conference, you were getting fucked against the big window in his at-home office.
Definitely, you were still registering the feeling of his throbbing cock going in and out of your sopping hole. However, your mind went empty because of it. With your own wetness coating your thighs and Mr. Kim's thrusting continuously animalistic, the anticipation of when he would come back into you after pulling out was all you thought about.
Like a whore, not that you weren't already one to him, your tits and face were pressed against the crisp clean glass, awaiting to be seen by anyone who would pass by the backyard.
Mr. Kim bent forward, the sound of his skin slapping against yours amusing him, licking a stripe on your bare neck as your hair was wrapped around his left hand as the other practically gripped your hips. But what entertained him most was how you were still clenching around his cock—even after the seven orgasms beforehand.
"It'll be too much once you give me your safe word." he said through clenched teeth, directly into your ear, "Do you want to say your safe word pretty girl?"
"Nng-no." he slapped your ass as a sign that he wanted you to speak louder, "No! No, daddy! Please. W-we still have more time until your son—oh my god—gets h-home!"
"That's what I thought. 'Cause cock-sleeves like you deserve to be fucked stupid."
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