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kypopkypop · 22 days ago

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TAKE A BREAK (BREAK YOU OFF)

you ask yunah to help you study but yunah is too distracted by your mini skirt and wants to see (taste) what’s underneath.

PAIRING: yunah x f!reader

GENRE: smut

CONTENTS: dom!yunah, hint of perv!yunah, sub!reader, reader’s easily flustered, praise kink, orgasm control, edging, subspace?, yunah’s pussy obsessed, oral sex, soft degradation, begging, pet names (pretty, baby, babydoll, gorgeous), yunah likes suffocating between your thighs, crying, fingering, scissoring, squirting, aftercare

WC: 1.9k

NOTE: that pic of her- MY GOD. this was requested!

“can we go over this paragraph one more time? i don’t really get it.” you ask, lifting your pencil from your notebook and pointing the eraser lightly against the laptop screen.

“sure, pretty.” yunah assures sweetly, and you try not to not get flustered at the nickname she so casually drops— probably not realizing how flustered it makes you. little do you know, yunah does in fact notice the way your eyes don’t know where to look whenever she praises you or uses words of encouragement— she’s also noticed (the moment she saw you, to be completely honest) how short your mini skirt is. frankly, she can’t stop noticing it.

it’s yunah’s third time reading this particular paragraph aloud to you again, so she’s able to let her eyes wander as she recites the material by memory.

your skirt barely even covers your ass while you’re sitting down. if you just leaned forward, yunah could see your panties. and from the front— oh, yunah so wishes you’d just spread your legs a bit wider, then she could see the outline of your folds through the thin little panties you’re always wearing.

“yunah…yu!”

“oh, s— sorry.” yunah jolts, sitting up straighter as she realizes her head was pointed downward towards your lap— openly fantasizing about you.

“…i’m sorry. do you wanna stop? i— i can do it by myself if you’re tired of helping me—“

“no! no, baby.” yunah says quickly, not wanting to see that flicker of insecurity on your face for even another second. her hands raise to cup your face, brushing her thumbs over your cheeks. “i love helping you, babydoll, hm? i promise.”

she presses a lingering kiss to your lips before continuing. “now what do you need, pretty?”

“um, i— i wanted to know what your view was…abou— about the paragraph.”

you’re clearly flustered, cheeks warm beneath yunah’s fingers and glossy eyes looking up at her as though you’re anticipating what she’ll do next.

yunah loves that about you— she loves how easily embarrassed you get and how it comes from an innocent place but can so quickly switch to something filthy. she loves how you squirm under even the smallest amount of praise or affection— even now, just from her assurance and sweetly cooed words, she catches you squeezing your thighs together. and that just makes her thoughts turn even darker. yunah wants to make your pussy wet enough to drip between your thighs, have you throbbing with need to the point you can’t help but rock against the hard wood of the chair for relief.

suddenly, you see it— how the glint in yunah’s eyes change. the moment is brief, but you catch it just before she covers it up with an expression that’s meant to suggest innocence.

“my good little girl, been working so hard, hm?” she straight up coos at you, like you’re some child or dog. and most anyone else would probably be offended right he now— but for you, the words go straight to your pussy and send a flurry of butterflies in your tummy.

“haven’t you, baby?” yunah tilts her head, blinking at you and smiling sweetly.

“mhm..” you hum wordlessly like an idiot, but yunah thinks you’re adorable— how you can barely hum out a response, unable to hold her gaze for long as you look down to your lap, biting your bottom lip as a faint, happy smile appears.

“i think babydoll deserves a break, yeah?”

“mhm— yes please.” you speak softly, feeling yourself fall into a warm, slow train of thought— like your brain has been covered by gooey honey. as you let that comforting headspace take over your body, your legs unconsciously melt apart. yunah catches the sight of your pink panties, delighted to see a wet spot that staining the front.

yunah gasps, softly but purposely exaggerated. your eyes widen, instinctually looking down to where she stares and hurrying to close your legs when you realize. but yunah moves quicker, spreading your legs farther apart with her hands at your knees. then she moves to kneel on the floor between your legs— and you know she’s not gonna let this go.

“y/n.” she sighs out, pretending to be disappointed. “was baby having dirty thoughts?”

“i— mmm.” you squirm against the chair as you look down at her, the look in yunah’s eyes seeming to say ‘you’re in trouble’— but you have a feeling she’s actually enjoying every moment of this.

“and while yu was just trying to help you study.” she tsks. “couldn’t even control yourself, nasty girl.”

she chastises you while trying her best not to smirk, knowing she’s guilty of the very same thing.

“m’— m’sorry, yu. just— it’s just…” you trail off, eyes looking away from her piercing ones— but yunah doesn’t let you get away with it, lifting your chin with an ordered “tell me, pretty”.

“you…”

you try to lift your feet into your seat to hide behind your knees but the girl doesn’t allow it, keeping your legs pinned down to the chair with a firm grip. “you can’t talk to me like— like that and not expect me to get wet!” you say with a bit of attitude, the embarrassment of the situation making you a little bratty.

“oh, you think you can talk to me like that? look, y/n.” yunah grabs your chin again and directs it downward, moving the ruffle of your mini skirt out of the way so you can see the literal wet mark you’ve left on the shiny wood of the chair through your panties. “you’re gonna be a brat and make a mess with your dripping pussy?”

you make a strangled noise that sounds between a moan and a whine, trying to hide your face by turning to the side and letting your hair drape over it.

“please.” you beg, clit pulsing for yunah’s attention.

yunah honestly can’t bare to wait any longer either, but she tries to keep the charade up. even as she’s ripping off your panties with way too much haste for someone who’s supposed to be ‘uneffected’.

“this is a punishment, naughty girl.” yunah says lowly as she lifts your knees over her shoulders. “you’re not allowed to cum.”

right after those devastating words, before you can even beg or complain— she’s diving into your pussy— kissing, sucking and licking your juices up with her tongue.

in other words, she’s making out with your pussy, knowing just what to do to have you coming undone very quickly.

“hah, yunah— please. please slow down.”

you’re not even sure if yunah hears you amidst all of her slurping and happy little sighs, gasping for air before she buries her face between your legs again. her hands practically claw into your thighs as she squishes the flesh, pressing them against her head. you take a chance and squeeze your thighs around her, yunah immediately responding with a loud moan that vibrates against your core, so close yet so far from your clit.

“please, yunnie, my clit. please, please, please.”

“you—“ yunah emerges panting, taking a moment to catch her breath before continuing. “you show up in this slutty excuse of a skirt, rub your needy little pussy on my chair, and then think you can make requests? you’ll take what i give you.”

“oh, god,” you tremble as yunah ducks underneath your skirt again.

she’s right, the fabric can hardly cover her head, nevertheless your pussy. your legs start to shake with need, and when yunah slips her tongue inside your hole— purposely avoiding bumping your clit with her nose like she normally does, you lose the ability to stay quiet.

“fuck, yunah, please! i’m sorry, but i— i’ll take anything, baby. please.”

to your horror, yunah pulls her tongue out of you to take her long pretty fingers and spread your folds open, staring at your pulsing little button before pressing feather light kisses to it. you want to cry— you might actually will if she keeps teasing you like this.

“nooo, more!”

you’re definitely acting like a brat now, but yunah can’t seem to get herself to pretend to care. she’s getting lost in your warm, drooly pussy— juices covering her face, the wetness between her fingers, the taste and thrumming heartbeat of your clit against her lips. despite her previous threats, yunah finds herself pressing longer and longer kisses to your clit— until she’s opening her mouth and tonguing it, humming and whining and flicking as she feels more wetness gush out of your hole and onto her chin. she doesn’t want any of you to go to waste, using your slick as lubricant to press two fingers inside you, feeling your pussy immediately squeeze around her.

“you’re so fucking sexy.” yunah breathes against your core, sucking on your clit and slowly pulling off of it before encasing it into her warm mouth again.

you’re literally crying at this point, tears trickling down your face and moans sounding more like pitiful, high pitched whines.

“please— can’t! cum, please? cum?”

“not yet, babydoll. jus’ a little more.”

you whimper, head falling back against the chair as you squeeze your eyes shut, causing more tears to fall. otherwise don’t complain, and yunah quickens her fingers as a reward (which kinda feels like another punishment, because it makes not cumming ten times harder).

“good girl, my good girl. god, i love you, baby.”

you make a noise that yunah swears sounds like you’re about to pass out, letting her know she needs to go easier on you— give you what you need.

“yunah..”

“i know, baby. i know.” yunah comforts, removing her mouth and fingers from you as she stands, removing her bottoms quickly and moving to sit on the chair with you, taking hold of your legs again to tilt your pelvis at the perfect angle.

“just wait for me, pretty. okay? just wait for me.” yunah heaves breathlessly as she starts grinding her pussy desperately against yours.

she came close to cumming untouched just from eating you out— so it’s no surprise when she feels the built up pressure in her stomach about to snap.

“wanna cum with my girl, yeah? can you do that? squirt all over my pussy?”

“yes, yes! please, yunah!” you practically cry, rubbing and humping your cores against each other as your sanity practically slips away from you.

“cum for me.” is all yunah can get out before you’re both reaching your climaxes hard. you do exactly as yunah said— liquid arousal gushing out of your pussy and drenching yunah’s cunt in your own cum.

yunah’s thighs are shaking, her climax not even finished— yet she practically falls to the floor to drink up your juices, not stopping until you’ve stopped and there’s nothing left.

once the white stars blinding your eyes goes away and you’re able to see again, you find yourself being laid down on the bed by yunah— who once she realized you’d passed out, carried you all the way to her bedroom.

“hey, gorgeous girl.” yunah smiles, still a little fucked out and exhausted, but in such a good way. “do you feel okay?”

“yeah,” you whisper as yunah collapses onto the bed beside you, cuddling you up against her chest. “you okay, yu?”

“more than okay, baby.” she promises, rubbing her nose into your sweet smelling hair.

“we’ll clean up n’ take a shower, okay? just…i just need a little bit, don’t think i can walk right now.”

“you can’t walk?” you laugh in disbelief, tilting your head to look at her. “you literally fucked the soul out of me and you’re the one who can’t walk?”

“don’t test me.” yunah warns playfully. “i can’t control myself around you, you’re irresistible. especially in a mini skirt.”

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