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Huang Jingyu, CEO of Huang Technologies, is one of the most sought-after bachelors in the city. What with his fine looks, charming voice, and agreeable personality! Added to that is his broad shoulders, buff arms, delicious looking abs— yes, abs, he works out— and the fact that he also smells cool, minty, absolutely expensive, and even looks like it too with his three-piece suit and a sea-dweller Rolex strapped on his wrist.
Men and women alike are on their feet and possibly even on their knees if he asks them to, but this man’s heart is caught by China’s most beautiful face, the nation’s sweetheart with the most charming smile and the sweetest voice you could ever hear— Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Zhan who is currently in Huang Jingyu’s house making him coffee because his boyfriend is picking his step-son up in the airport, well, almost step-son because his ex-girlfriend, unfortunately, passed before they could even get married but Jingyu, oh Jingyu who’s always so kind, finds the need to take care of this kid.
Or so Xiao Zhan thought because when the men he’s waiting for enters the house, he is not greeted by an 8-year-old or even a 12-year-old but a 21-year-old kid (?) who’s holding up a skateboard while wearing a black and white suit, necktie slightly loose, coat slung over his shoulder, white sleeves folded to his elbows.
“Zhanzhan,” Jingyu calls out to him which wakes him up from his stupor, greeting the both of them with a smile and kissing his boyfriend’s cheek before facing the ‘kid’.
“Is this?”
“Yeah, meet Yibo,”
Xiao Zhan’s eyes lit up at the sight of Jingyu’s step son, really they could pass as brothers!
“Yibo meet Xiao Zhan, my…”
“Your whore?”
Xiao Zhan almost squawks in indignation but decides to clear his throat, “Boyfriend, I'm your dad’s boyfriend.”
Yibo only raises a brow and shrugs, “Aight, I'm going to my room.”
Of course, they all eat dinner together, it’s an Asian household after all and Jingyu just spent five whole minutes inside Yibo’s room pestering him to go downstairs and eat because Xiao Zhan cooked dinner for them and they also bought ice cream for dessert.
There’s Yibo’s hostility towards him still but he thinks that the man will warm up to him soon, Xiao Zhan is basically just a decade older than him and he already handled much worse. Like, actual kids.
A thing that Xiao Zhan noticed is how broad Yibo is for someone his age— even if Xiao Zhan is a centimeter or two taller (he’s competitive that way), if Yibo decides to cage him in then he could dwarf him in size. But! This is his sweet boyfriend’s step-son and he shouldn't really think of things like that. He should definitely stop thinking like the pretty virgin he is and start bonding with Yibo for his boyfriend’s sake.
To which he basically flops when he asks for Jingyu to pass him the salt and says “Thank you, Daddy.”
Fumbling and blushing at the slip-up to which Jingyu just answers with a chuckle, staring right into Xiao Zhan’s round eyes.
“Nah, all’s good. I get that often.”
People call him Daddy?
That is so—
“I'm done.” Yibo says coolly, taking his plate and bringing it to the kitchen sink, making Xiao Zhan flush even more. That is just so embarrassing.
The following day, Jingyu told him to stay over again while he's out working.
“Come on baobei , stay.” The taller man caresses the back of Xiao Zhan’s head while he sits down on the plush sheets of Jingyu’s bed, “Be good for me, yeah?”
It's so difficult to say no to that tone of voice really and Xiao Zhan wants to be a good boy. Boyfriend. Right, boyfriend, to Jingyu. He just pouts, letting Jingyu peck his lips, “Come back quick okay? You know I’ll miss you!”
Jingyu just chuckles, brushing Xiao Zhan’s hair with his fingers and kissing the top of his head, “I will, baby, I’ll miss you too.”
Xiao Zhan is standing by the kitchen counter, wearing one of Jingyu’s shirts that's a little too big on him and a pair of shorts, exposing his newly shaved legs, while drinking a cup of too-sweet, too-creamy coffee. He almost jumps in his spot when he hears a shuffle and someone opening the door of the fridge, Jingyu’s home ear—
Maybe not.
Instead of Jingyu’s usual well-dressed self, he is met by fair skin, toned arms, toned abs, broad shoulders, a v-line that lets your mind run in its imagination of how big and lengthy and—
“Hey,” Jesus. That voice. “You're still here?”
Xiao Zhan lets it process but before he could even answer, “Hey, are you deaf or are you too distracted staring?”
Xiao Zhan clears his throat, giving the shirtless, absolutely handsome man, a bright smile, placing his cup down the counter.
“Good morning, Yibo.”
Yibo scoffs, downing the box of milk in the fridge. Seriously? No glass or anything? Just straight out of the box? Ew.
“Morning, you done being my dad’s slut?”
“Hey, I know you don't li—”
“You see,” Yibo takes the milk with him, walking towards Xiao Zhan, his joggers hanging low around his waist, his torso gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, making Xiao Zhan hold his breath when the kid is right in front of him.
“I see…?”
“People who try to flirt with that man are just after his money, which you probably are,” Yibo places the milk carton down the counter, taking Xiao Zhan’s chin between his fingers, scanning him. And for some reason he feels so seen, brown eyes staring at his pretty face like he's… food?
“I'm not—”
“Oh,” Yibo leans in closer, a small grin starting to form on those oh-so-kissable lips (God, he really should stop thinking about this because this boy, this man, who is currently keeping him still when he could fight back is going to be his step-son soon), “Is that so, mommy ?”
Xiao Zhan feels a shiver run down his spine at the way the word left Yibo’s lips, it’s just one word. Just one innocent word, there's nothing else to it. So what if his would-be-step-son called him Mommy? Isn't that expected?
He can feel Yibo’s hand make its way to the curve of his hip, crowding him too close that he steps backward, instinctively making room for Yibo, until the small of his back is pressed against the tiled counter.
“So quiet,” Yibo leans closer to him and he can feel a lump forming in his throat for every passing second, “Are you into that?”
To say that Xiao Zhan is affected would be an understatement because he can feel himself getting wet— which is weird! He has a boyfriend! This is his boyfriend’s step-son!
“You were so loud last night,” Yibo drums his fingers on Xiao Zhan’s waist and he should really pull away but his feet are stuck on the ground, “You probably forgot that the old man’s room isn't soundproof.”
Now that is humiliating. He begged Jingyu so much last night after the knowledge of people calling him daddy while he ate him out.
“I— uh- I'm sorry,” he finally tears his gaze away from Yibo’s eyes, taking a deep breath, “I didn't know—”
“You didn't know or did you want me to hear how much of a slut you are?”
“Yibo—”
“I appreciate the live show but I would've loved to be the one fucking you to oblivion,”
His cheeks redden at Yibo’s words and if it's possible for him to get wetter, then he already did. Yibo’s hand comes down caressing his hip until it’s on his ass, just there. Unmoving the moment it landed there.
“S-stop…” he whispers, craning his neck to the side so he doesn't have to meet Yibo’s gaze, squeezing his thighs together and rubbing it in order to feel relieved in a subtle manner because he thinks that Yibo wouldn't really let him go that easily.
He holds onto the edge of the counter, breathing heavily, he has never experienced this with Jingyu or with anyone at all— Yibo is just talking to him for goodness sake, plus the innocent touching but there's nothing to it so why is he so wet?! This is fucked!
“You want me to stop? I'm not even doing anything to you, Zhanmei .”
Xiao Zhan couldn't breathe. This is too much.
“Is that right? Zhanmei ? Baobao ? I heard dad call you that last night right? You like that?”
He doesn't know why he even entertains the question by nodding, closing his eyes shut. This is embarrassing. This isn't right. But his body refuses to listen to him, refuses to push Yibo away and go back to Jingyu’s room.
“Does he even know that you have a mommy kink?” Yibo continues, squeezing an ass cheek which makes Xiao Zhan squeak and let out a soft and high-pitched ‘Yibo!’
“What? You didn't tell him that? That you like being called mommy ?
“I-I don't have— I don't like—”
He stutters an obvious lie that makes Yibo chuckle in response, interrupting him from what else has to say.
“Bullshit . ”
“W-what?”
“You don't like being called that and yet…” the younger’s hand drifts down to touch the impossible wetness between Xiao Zhan’s legs, “You're already this wet .”
Xiao Zhan flicks his head to look at Yibo then down to the hand on him, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
Yibo’s fingers are now caressing him through his shorts which elicits a whimper out of Xiao Zhan, his hands flying up to hold onto Yibo’s shoulders, clutching onto bare skin. He should push him away, he really should, but his knees feel so weak and Yibo is touching him so well.
“Stop… Yibo please…”
“That can’t possibly be true Xiao Zhan,” he presses himself closer, his breath ghosting the line of Xiao Zhan’s fair neck.
Sweet . Yibo thinks, but such a slut.
“You're the one moving your hips, is that the action of someone who wants me to stop? Shouldn't you be stopping yourself first?”
Xiao Zhan’s eyes are now glassy with the forming tears.
“Is dad not enough for you?” he chuckles, thumbing at the spot where Xiao Zhan’s clit would be through his damp shorts, “That you even want his son to fuck you open?”
“N-no—”
“Then why are you wet?”
“I’m– I’m not–”
“You're already caught, Xiao Zhan, just tell me if you want me to take care of you and I will. If you say no then I’ll go and forget that all this happened.”
Xiao Zhan thinks about that offer, wondering why he's even thinking about it because he should just say no, easy. Yibo did say he’ll let him go. But his fingers are not enough to relieve him and he didn't bring any of his dildos at home because he thought that Jingyu would be enough.
That is a mistake that Xiao Zhan from the other day made because now he wants to be touched all over.
Yibo’s free hand caresses the fat of his lower lip, that small smile on his lips disarming and the sound of his voice making Xiao Zhan weaker than it should, the hand on his clothed folds are not helping at all because now it remains unmoving and Xiao Zhan is seeking release.
“I…” he murmurs softly, “Please,”
“Please what?” Yibo asks innocently, “Look at me. What does my mommy want?”
Xiao Zhan breathes through his nose, looking at Yibo eyes glazed with lust, lips parted and lashes fluttering anxiously. Yibo leans forward, leaving Xiao Zhan to close his eyes in anticipation, holding his breath for the possibility of a kiss with his step-son— a kiss—
Yibo’s breath brushes past his cheek, landing just beside Xiao Zhan’s ear that makes Xiao Zhan let out a disappointed whine.
“Eager,” Yibo murmurs, chuckling darkly, “Cute actually, but you need to tell me what you want.”
“But…” Xiao Zhan bats his lashes at Yibo, charming, innocent, cute, needy, “Do I… really have to say it out loud?”
“Mn, of course, how else would I know?”
“You alrea—”
“I don't, that’s why I'm asking you.” Yibo’s thumb presses down on his clit just to make him talk, massaging it just enough to leave Xiao Zhan wanting more.
“Come on mommy, tell me.”
“Please-Please— f-fuck me open, Yibo.”
Well shit.
It happened all too quickly, Yibo pulling his shorts and panties down, carrying him up the kitchen counter, spreading his long and creamy legs apart, exposing his pussy to the cold air of Jingyu’s centralized penthouse. It made Xiao Zhan cover his face with the palm of his hands, peeking through his fingers as Yibo started kissing and nipping at the supple skin of his thighs.
“You're so easy,” the younger man murmurs, adding new marks on Xiao Zhan’s thighs and replacing the ones that Jingyu already placed with his, “You can probably cum untouched.”
Now that is just pure evil.
“P-please don't…” it comes out muffled, Yibo’s eyes glint with interest, meeting his brown hues with the intensity of an alpha wolf finally getting his claws on his prey, “Yibo—”
Yibo’s lips ghosts over Xiao Zhan’s sopping wet folds, breathing in that incredibly sweet scent and the moment that his lips touches the older’s wetness, Xiao Zhan is left squirming.
“ Shhh mommy, let me take care of you, yeah ? Stay still for me .”
Easy for Yibo to say when he’s not the one whose pussy is being teased for forever. Xiao Zhan bites the inside of his cheek to muffle his sounds.
Yibo’s tongue darts out to finally taste Xiao Zhan and he doesn't regret any of this, even if Jingyu kicks Yibo out if he ever finds out what he’s doing to the man he told Yibo he’d marry, he doesn't really care as long as he gets to taste this sweet cunt again.
Although that's not really part of his plans because he just wants Xiao Zhan out of Jingyu’s life so Yibo could have him all to himself.
Xiao Zhan is helpless to resist the feeling of Yibo’s tongue against his folds, not when it slides against it, flicking his tongue on his fat clit, sucking and making him leak on the cold kitchen counter.
“Yibo more please—”
“Mhm,” the hum sends vibrations on Xiao Zhan’s cunt, “Why are you holding back your sounds mommy? Shy?”
Xiao Zhan shivers bodily at that, he wracks his brain of something coherent, of something to say to Yibo to make him stop but a huge part of him doesn't want Yibo to stop.
Yibo pulls away and there's a trail of saliva connecting his lips with Xiao Zhan’s cunt, making Xiao Zhan whine in disappointment and need once more.
“Why… why’d you stop?” he pants, finally tearing his hands off his face.
“If you will keep on muffling your sounds, I will stop. So be good and don't hold back alright?”
Xiao Zhan blushes, his heart hammering against his chest at the prospect of being heard if Jingyu decides to come home early as he requested and hears him moaning his step-son’s name.
“Alright?” Yibo repeats sternly this time, making Xiao Zhan freeze and nod his head quickly when it sinks in.
“Good baobao,” Yibo smirks, spreading those pretty pink lips apart with his fingers, gazing intently at it and wondering how it’ll feel once he’s inside.
“S-stop staring…” Xiao Zhan whispers, and who is Yibo to just stare and not play with such a pretty pussy served before him? So he dips his head down to lick a stripe up Xiao Zhan’s cunt, humming in satisfaction when Xiao Zhan whimpers and instinctively closes his thighs, only for Yibo to hold them firmly and keep them apart.
“Sweet.” he says out loud, licking another stripe up before pushing his tongue inside Xiao Zhan’s hole, “You’re so wet mommy, so sweet, look at you…” Yibo murmurs, kissing the lips of Xiao Zhan’s pussy before abusing it again with his tongue, pinching at Xiao Zhan’s clit and making the older man’s back arch and grind his hips on Yibo’s tongue.
“F-fuck…” Xiao Zhan breathes out, too fucked out to say anything else, “Fuck Yibo… fuck… oh god— so good— t-there— yes please OH— I’m close, Yibo— Yibo fuck, so close.”
Xiao Zhan had never felt this immense pleasure before, he reaches out for Yibo’s hair, pulling it and guiding his mouth against Xiao Zhan’s pussy which the younger happily obliges by eating him out with much fervor. The filthy slurping sounds just turns him on even more, grinding his hips on Yibo’s tongue.
Fuck.
He had never cum this fast in his life ever, even when Jingyu eats his pussy out good over his office desk— inside his changing room— Yibo’s mouth is just that good. He messed up Yibo’s clean face with his juices but the athlete doesn't seem to mind, even lapping it up and cleaning Xiao Zhan off with his tongue.
“That was fast,” Yibo chuckles, squeezing Xiao Zhan’s thighs once, he knows that he’s a man of many talents, he just didn't know that his pussy eating skills will make even his step-dad’s boyfriend come this quick, “You react like a virgin.”
Xiao Zhan squawks at the statement because technically he is a virgin because he had never tried penetrative sex before and he’s satisfied even with just oral so there wasn't really a need for it.
“Oh,” Yibo looks up at Xiao Zhan, cocking a brow up at him, “Are you?”
Xiao Zhan wants to slap Yibo, wants to strangle him with his thighs but that would probably be heaven for the younger man considering how he just treated Xiao Zhan right now so, no, that is not part of the equation.
“ Mommy ,” Yibo stands up, helping Xiao Zhan down the counter and it's the way Yibo calls out to him like that that just makes him want to answer.
“ Mommy .” He calls out to him again, the deep baritone of his voice makes Xiao Zhan want to bend over and actually give Yibo whatever it is he wants.
“Yeah?” Xiao Zhan looks for his panties, bending down to pick it up, only for Yibo to hold onto his waist and hold him in place, pressing his clothed crotch against Xiao Zhan’s exposed folds.
“Y-Yibo…”
“I'm not done with you yet.”
“What?”
Xiao Zhan hears the shuffling of Yibo’s joggers being pulled down, can feel the warmth and the girth of Yibo’s raw length against his pussy when his joggers are pulled down just enough to take his dick out.
“Yibo no…” he cranes his neck to look back at Yibo, tearing up at the idea of his step-son taking his virginity.
Yibo places his hands on the globes of Xiao Zhan’s ass, squeezing it and hums in satisfaction at how it fills his hands completely, eyes turning dark at the sight of his cock pressed against Xiao Zhan’s used lips.
“Did I sound like I'm asking for your permission?” he asks, placing the head of his cock on Xiao Zhan’s cunt, sighing because it just looks so tight.
“N-no… please… I—”
The athlete brushes the head against Xiao Zhan’s pussy, letting the wetness smear his cock, “You?”
“I'm a virgin…” Xiao Zhan whispers.
That makes Yibo’s blood thrum with lust, a virgin , fuck. Xiao Zhan is a virgin . He caresses Xiao Zhan’s ass again and the older man just whimpers, he’s so responsive to Yibo’s touch and Yibo just can't stop himself from touching his soon-to-be step-mom because he’s so pretty. With glassy eyes and flushed cheeks, Yibo just wants to fuck him up even more.
“You know, Zhanmei ,” Yibo breathes through his nose, his control slipping out of him slowly, manhandling Xiao Zhan back to the kitchen counter and bending him over there, holding his thin wrists behind him with one hand.
“You're just encouraging me with that,” he chuckles darkly. “You can't possibly be a virgin. Jingyu has no control when it comes to his whores.”
“I told you I'm not his whore—”
“Mhm,” Yibo spreads Xiao Zhan’s cheeks apart, then lining up his cock on Xiao Zhan’s tight hole, “You're not his whore.” Yibo pushes in the tip inside Xiao Zhan, making the artist moan, not able to muffle it for it’s too sudden.
“Because you're mine .”
“Y-Yibo pull out—”
“No,” he slaps Xiao Zhan’s ass cheek once, slowly pushing his cock inside the tightness of Xiao Zhan’s pussy, until he bottoms out inside him, “Don’t think I will.”
“Yibo no, a—ahn—” Xiao Zhan keens, biting the tip of his thumb, tears slipping down those beautiful doe eyes when Yibo started thrusting inside him.
What a fucking sight.
Xiao Zhan’s cunt is so tight that now he actually believes that the man is a virgin and he’s the first-ever person to put his cock inside him.
“Zhanmei,” Yibo grunts, leaning down to kiss Xiao Zhan’s ear, fucking him from behind, “You're so fucking tight.”
For every cry that leaves Xiao Zhan’s lips, it just makes Yibo want more, wants to knock him up, fill him up, put babies inside him just so his step-dad wouldn't touch him again because the moment he laid his eyes on Xiao Zhan, he already wanted him.
Xiao Zhan is just so maddeningly alluring, so damned tempting that Yibo who is known for his control, Yibo who has his desires under control, gives into that want just because it’s Xiao Zhan before him.
The artist is gasping, moaning, whining— dizzy with the building pleasure again on his belly, sobbing loudly and begging Yibo to stop only for the athlete to keep on going. And even when he says he doesn't want it, wants to give Jingyu his first time, his pussy sure loves clamping down on Yibo’s thick cock. Rocking his hips to meet Yibo’s thrusts, wiggling in place to have Yibo deeper inside him.
“More,” he mewls, “Yibo… Yibo… more please…”
The way Yibo’s length stretches him feels so surreal, filling him up so perfectly and more that he can feel the head making a bulge on his belly at every thrust.
“ Mommy ,” Yibo says for the nth time that day, making Xiao Zhan’s pussy grip onto Yibo’s length like a vice which makes Yibo snicker, “You're really into that huh? Fuck, you're so perfect.”
Yibo’s free hand slithers down to tug at Xiao Zhan’s clit, making the artist spasm and cream around Yibo’s cock, but that doesn't stop Yibo, he only thrusts deeper, harder, faster. The sound of skin against skin and the loud squelch of Xiao Zhan’s pussy echoes in the otherwise silent kitchen.
The sex is so intense, Yibo is railing Xiao Zhan to oblivion and Xiao Zhan is letting him, even spreading his legs when they move to the couch and Yibo takes Jingyu’s shirt off of him to suckle at a nipple and play with his small perky tits while thrusting his hips inside him. Xiao Zhan is crying, his cheeks flushed, his lips bruised, his pussy used, he looks so beautiful. So debauched.
Yibo’s thrusts are unrelenting even as Xiao Zhan already cums thrice, four times, five times— the artist is desperately clinging on the athlete’s shoulders for purchase, clawing at his back that he’s sure Yibo’s back is going to look like he had a fight with a cat.
Xiao Zhan is so breathless that he can barely make more than a low, keening sound and whimpers of Yibo’s name as he spasms. At this point, Xiao Zhan’s sure that his pussy will be gaping once Yibo is done with him and he wouldn't be sure how to tell Jingyu that his step-son fucked him open inside his own penthouse.
“Zhanmei…” Yibo grunts, his thrusts erratic, holding onto his waist and it fucks Xiao Zhan up to have the knowledge that Yibo could close his hands around his tiny waist, “Mommy, I’m close,” he breathes out.
Xiao Zhan helps Yibo of course, clamping down tighter around his leaking cock even when he’s already so drained and his thighs are sticky with his slick and from how much he came earlier.
“Fuck,” Yibo groans, “You're taking me so well,” he captures Xiao Zhan’s lips, making out with him as he searches for his release. Mindlessly thrusting inside the artist’s tight heat.
“I’ll cum inside you. Fill you up, yeah?”
Xiao Zhan’s brain sends him alarms, no Yibo can’t cum inside him, he's on the pill but— no— what if he gets pregnant and Jingyu- fuck.
“No— Yibo you can't p-please—”
“I'm not asking,” he thrusts sharply inside Xiao Zhan, “I'm telling you that I will be cumming inside you.”
Xiao Zhan tries to push him away but his arms are too weak, too drained. “‘Bo, Yibo— please, please.”
He shuts Xiao Zhan up by slotting their lips together into a sloppy kiss, the artist stops struggling by then as he melts into that kiss, holding onto Yibo like his life depended on it. Until he feels Yibo’s slick cock pulse inside him, “Cumming.” Yibo grunts against his lips and this time he nods his head, frantic, curious as to how Yibo’s seed will feel inside him, already throwing out thoughts of Jingyu in his head.
Yibo’s grip tightens on his hip, making Xiao Zhan whimper again and a couple of thrusts later, he’s letting out a low, guttural groan, stiffening in place and spilling his seed inside Xiao Zhan’s pretty cunt.
It feels weird— wet, hot, thick but it makes him feel so overwhelmingly full that he doesn't complain, letting it sit there when Yibo slumps down on top of him, pulling out. Tired.
He cradles Yibo’s head, tangling his fingers on the younger man’s dark locks, staring at the ceiling when it hits him what he's done. Making him panic with the anxiety that Jingyu— Jingyu will—
“Shh baobao… ” Yibo murmurs lowly against his ear, hugging him close, their skins sticking to each other because of the sweat, “I won’t tell dad.”
“Really?” He sounds hopeful like he can still undo this.
“Mhm, because you're mine now.”
Well shit.