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Whisper of uncontrollable desire. Part 2
My first time writing in a very long time so please show some mercy. Also, this entire story was written in 2 days after seeing the request. Please enjoy and as always any feedback is appreciated.
Giving out punishments was something Eunbi enjoyed immensely. The thrill of asserting control and seeing her obedient girls submit brought her a sense of satisfaction that was hard to match. Tonight, it was Chaewonâs turn. Being the good and obedient girl that she was, Chaewon willingly let herself be stripped and tied up without any resistance. She trusted Eunbi, even though she feared the severity of the impending punishment.
âMommy, please donât be too harsh on me. It slipped my mind because of all the activities we had,â Chaewon begged, her voice trembling. Her precious, wide pupu eyes looked up at Eunbi with a pleading expression, hoping to melt her stern demeanor. She knew Eunbiâs punishments could be intenseâso intense that they had once led to the cancellation of schedules for two entire weeks after Sakuraâs ordeal.
Eunbiâs gaze softened momentarily as she looked down at Chaewon, taking in the sight of her trembling form and tear-filled eyes. She could see the genuine remorse and fear in Chaewonâs expression. Yet, the power she held in moments like these was intoxicating, and she relished the thought of pushing her limits.
âChaewon, you know I canât go easy on you just because youâre my favorite,â Eunbi said, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of warmth. She stroked Chaewonâs cheek gently, the contrast of her touch and her words sending shivers down the younger girlâs spine. âYou have to learn to be more careful.â
Tears began to well up in Chaewonâs eyes. âIâm so sorry, Mommy. I promise Iâll do better,â she whispered, her voice breaking. She knew that begging might not help, but she couldnât help but try. The memory of Sakuraâs punishment haunted her, and she dreaded enduring something similar.
Eunbi smiled softly, enjoying the mix of fear and anticipation in Chaewonâs eyes. âWeâll see about that, my dear,â she said, her tone a mix of teasing and seriousness. She reached for her tools, each movement deliberate and unhurried, savoring the growing tension.
Chaewonâs heart raced as she watched Eunbi prepare, her mind filled with a chaotic blend of fear, anticipation, and trust. She knew that despite the harshness of the punishment, Eunbi cared deeply for her. That thought was her only solace as she braced herself for what was to come.
âNow, letâs begin,â Eunbi whispered, leaning close to Chaewonâs ear, her breath warm against her skin. âRemember, this is for your own good.â
Chaewon looked to you, âDaddy, Please ask Mommy to show some mercy. I will never forget to take my suppressants again!â
Being the alpha meant that you also had to supervise all the punishments a duty that you didnât particularly enjoy every time it happened but knew it was necessary. âI am sorry princess but rules are rules.â
And with that last plea, the room was filled with a mix of soft whimpers because of the tool present in Eunbiâs hand, it was a clit focused vibrator, a really strong vibrator that Chaewon loved to use when she got horny but one issue was that this vibrator is too strong.Â
Not caring for Chaewonâs whimpers, with the press of a button the toy comes to life. Eunbi places it on the Chaewonâs sensitive bud causing a loud scream. âMommy!â
Eunbiâs face had a smirk, one so evil that it sent shivers down Chaewonâs spine. Eunbiâs sadistic needs were clearly being satisfied with all the screaming and begging Chaewon was doing. As the punishment intensified, Chaewonâs cries echoed through the room, each one a mix of pain, regret, and a twisted sense of devotion.
âMommy, please! Iâm sorry, I really am!â Chaewonâs voice cracked as she pleaded, her body straining against the restraints. Every word was soaked in desperation, her fear palpable.
Eunbiâs smirk only widened. âI know you are, sweetie,â she said, her tone condescending and cold. âBut you have to understand the consequences of your actions.â Her hands moved with calculated precision, each motion deliberate and unyielding.
Chaewonâs body trembled as the pain and pleasure surged through her. Despite the agony, a part of her clung to the belief that this was all for her own good. She trusted Eunbi completely, even in this moment of torment.
âDo you remember why youâre being punished, Chaewon?â Eunbiâs voice was calm, almost soothing, a stark contrast to the intensity of her actions.
âYes, Mommy,â Chaewon whimpered, her voice barely audible. âI-I wasnât careful enough⊠I forgot my suppressants⊠Iâm so sorryâŠâ
âThatâs right,â Eunbi said, her hand pausing for a moment as she cupped Chaewonâs cheek gently. âYou need to be more responsible. We canât afford mistakes, can we?â
âN-no, Mommy,â Chaewon stammered, tears streaming down her face. âIâll be more careful, I promise.â
Eunbi leaned in closer, her breath hot against Chaewonâs ear. âGood girl,â she whispered, her voice sending a chill down Chaewonâs spine. âBut promises arenât enough. You have to prove it.â
The room was filled with the sound of Chaewonâs sobs and Eunbiâs steady, commanding presence. Each whimper and cry only seemed to fuel Eunbiâs sadistic pleasure, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
As the minutes ticked by, the punishment continued relentlessly. Chaewonâs body was pushed to its limits, her mind teetering on the edge of exhaustion and pain. Yet, through it all, she clung to the belief that this was for her own good, that Eunbiâs harshness was a twisted form of care.
The room was filled with the smell of sex and the floor coated with Chaewonâs overstimulated pussy juice. The whimpers now turned into screams begging for mercy with incoherent words and sentences.Â
âAre you learning your lesson, Chaewon?â Eunbi asked, her voice softening just enough to offer a sliver of comfort.
âYes, Mommy,â Chaewon gasped, her voice hoarse from screaming. âI-Iâll be better⊠Iâll do anything to make you proudâŠâ
Eunbiâs expression softened slightly, a hint of warmth breaking through her stern facade. âI know you will, my dear,â she said, her hand stroking Chaewonâs hair gently. âThis is all for you, remember that.â
âI-I will, Mommy,â Chaewon whispered, her voice trembling. âIâll rememberâŠâ
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Eunbiâs harsh ministrations began to slow. She took a step back, her eyes still fixed on Chaewonâs trembling form. The room was thick with the aftermath of the intense punishment, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and tears.
Eunbi untied Chaewon gently, her touch surprisingly tender now. âYou did well, Chaewon,â she said softly, pulling her into a comforting embrace. âIâm proud of you for enduring this.â
Walking up to Chaewon you embraced her after Eunbi let go. Chaewon clung to you, her body weak and trembling. Despite the pain and pleasure, a sense of relief washed over you. She had endured the punishment, and in some twisted way, it made you want to fuck her and completely break her mind such that it only ever listens to you.
âThank you, Daddy,â Chaewon whispered, her voice barely audible. âIâll do better⊠I promiseâŠâ
You smiled a genuine warmth in her eyes now. âI know you will, my dear,â you said, holding Chaewon close. âI believe in you.â
Chaewon was exhausted and desperately needed rest, so you took her to your room and gently helped her into a warm bath. The soothing water and your tender care slowly washed away the physical and emotional strain from the punishment. Chaewonâs eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into your touch, feeling safe and cherished despite the earlier ordeal.
After the bath, you dried Chaewon off with a soft towel and dressed her in comfortable pajamas. You guided her to the bed, pulling the covers over her and ensuring she was snug and warm. As you turned to leave, intending to give Chaewon the rest she desperately needed, you felt a gentle tug on your hand.
âDaddy, please stay,â Chaewon whispered, her voice barely audible and filled with a childlike plea. Her eyes, though heavy with sleep, held a deep yearning for comfort and security.
Your heart melted at the sight of Chaewon's vulnerability. You couldn't bring yourself to leave. With a soft smile, you sat beside her on the bed, your fingers gently running through her silky hair. The rhythmic motion seemed to soothe you both, the tension of the night slowly dissolving into a peaceful calm.
Chaewonâs breathing steadied as she fell into a deep sleep, her face relaxing into an expression of tranquility. You continued to stroke her hair, watching over her with a protective gaze. The room was silent except for the soft sounds of your breathing, a stark contrast to the chaos and intensity of earlier.
You felt your own eyelids grow heavy as you continued to watch over Chaewon. The exhaustion of the night caught up with you, and soon you found yourself lying down beside her, your hand still gently tangled in her hair.
******
Since Lesserafim was taking a break now, the girls had a lot of free time, and you also decided to work from home. After Chaewonâs punishment and her subsequent heat, she had become excessively clingy to you. Not that you minded; she was so cute and always made it fun to be around her. Her presence, even in her clinginess, brought a lightness to your days that you cherished.
As you sat at your desk, trying to focus on the work in front of you, Chaewon was perched comfortably on your lap, her attention divided between her phone and you. Every so often, she would look up at you with a soft smile, her eyes sparkling with affection. Her closeness was a constant, warm reminder of the bond you shared.
What you failed to notice was the jealous gaze cast toward you from across the room. Sakura, who had been watching the two of you for a while, couldnât help but feel a pang of envy. She remembered her own time in your arms, the comfort and attention you had lavished on her, and now she felt a sense of longing for that same affection.
Sakuraâs eyes narrowed slightly as she observed Chaewon snuggling closer to you, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she showed you something on her phone. The sight stirred something deep within Sakura, a mix of jealousy and a yearning for the same intimacy.
You were blissfully unaware of Sakuraâs growing discontent. You chuckled at something Chaewon had shown you, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her as she shifted on your lap. Chaewonâs presence was calming, and her happiness was contagious.
Sakura's plan to forego her suppressants had seemed foolproof in her mind. She was certain that without the medication dulling her heat, your attention would naturally gravitate towards her. But as the day of her heat arrived, her anticipation turned to disappointment when she realized you were absent.
With each passing hour, Sakura's discomfort grew more pronounced. The familiar ache of her heat intensified, and she found herself writhing in pain, desperate for relief. She needed you desperately, but you were nowhere to be found.
In a haze of agony, Sakura stumbled to your room, her mind clouded with the need for your presence. She rummaged through your belongings, searching desperately for anything that might bring her solace. Finally, she found a circle of your used clothes and clutched the one you had worn most recently to her nose, seeking the faint trace of your scent.
As the familiar fragrance enveloped her, Sakura felt a momentary reprieve from the torment of her heat. Your scent, though distant, offered a semblance of comfort, easing the ache in her body and calming her racing heart.
In the solitude of your room, surrounded by reminders of your presence, Sakura found a fleeting sense of peace amidst the turmoil of her heat. But deep down, she longed for more than just the memory of you. She yearned for your touch, your warmth, and your soothing words to chase away the agony and loneliness that threatened to consume her.
However, that peace didn't last long as Sakura's heat intensified, and her body began to release a potent scent designed to attract any alpha nearby to satisfy her. The air grew thick with her pheromones, her scent a desperate call for relief.
Luckily for Sakura, there was an alpha currently in the manor, but this alpha happened to be none other than Kazuha. Kazuha was known for her calm and gentle demeanor, often mistaken for a beta due to her docility and non-aggressive nature. Despite her alpha status, she rarely displayed the dominant traits typically associated with it.
As Kazuha moved through the halls, the scent hit her with unexpected intensity. Her senses sharpened, and her normally placid nature was momentarily overridden by the primal urge to respond to the call of a distressed omega. Following the scent, she found herself drawn to your room, where Sakura lay surrounded by your clothes, her body wracked with the torment of her heat.
Kazuha entered the room cautiously, her eyes widening at the sight of Sakura. "Unnie," she called softly, her voice tinged with concern. "Are you okay?"
Sakura's head snapped up, her eyes glazed with desperation. "K-Kazuha," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Please... I need help."
Kazuha hesitated for a moment, her usual calm exterior faltering as the scent overwhelmed her senses. She stepped closer, her instincts urging her to provide the relief Sakura so desperately needed.
"Unnie, I... I'm here to help," Kazuha said gently, kneeling beside her. "What do you need?"
Sakura's hands clutched at Kazuha's shirt, pulling her closer. "I need you," she pleaded, her voice barely more than a breathless whisper. "Please, Kazuha, I can't take it anymore."
Kazuha's heart pounded in her chest, the gravity of the situation sinking in. She knew she had to act, to provide the comfort and relief Sakura was so desperately seeking. Leaning in, she brushed a strand of hair away from Sakura's face, her touch tender and reassuring.
"Okay, Sakura," Kazuha whispered, her voice filled with determination. "I'll take care of you."
With gentle care, Kazuha wrapped her arms around Sakura, pulling her close. Her presence, though different from yours, offered a new kind of solace. The room filled with a mix of their scents, Kazuha's alpha pheromones blending with Sakura's desperate omega call, but this wasnât enough for Sakura, she needed something more intense.
âKazuha, itâs so hot down there please do something!â Sakura pleaded. Kazuha being the innocent alpha that she is didnât know what to do but the overpowering pheromones were clouding Kazuhaâs ability to think.Â
âO-okay, unnie,â Kazuha said before gently pulling down Sakura's shorts to reveal a pair of completely drenched panties. It was a sight that Kazuha was shocked by but also desperately wanted a taste.Â
âFast, please it hurts,â Sakura whined, not wasting any more time, Kazuha dived into the the awaiting cave. The touch of her tongue caused a massive relief for Sakura.Â
âNghh, it feels so good,â Sakura moaned, as her fingers got tangled in Kazuhaâs hair. The continuous ministrations of Kazuha were increasing the pleasure Sakura felt.Â
Though it was the first time that Kazuha had ever been intimate with a woman, she was doing an amazing job, most probably because of strong Pheremones that were controlling her. Sakura tastes so sweet almost like a drug, addictive and Kazuha was enjoying every single second of this drug.Â
âKeep going baby, you are eating Unnie so well.â Sakura moaned as her back arched signalling the impending orgasm. âF-fuckkkkk!â Sakura screamed as she came all over Kazuhaâs face, being the good girl that she is Kazuha licked up every single drop.Â
This was not enough to satisfy Sakura and to make the situation more interesting Kazuha had a hard-on. âBaby, please take off those pants and come fuck unnie,â Sakura said while staring into Kazuhaâs eyes.Â
Kazuha however was nervous and scared. It was not only because it was her first time but also because Kazuha was very insecure about her cock and didnât want anyone to see it.Â
Fear and anxiety were written all over Kazuha's face. She didn't want to get teased or judged for stepping into a role she rarely embraced, so she instinctively began to move away from Sakura. However, Sakura's desperation overshadowed any sense of decorum or restraint. Her mind was clouded with the overwhelming need to satiate the immense heat building up in her body.
As Kazuha tried to back away, her heart pounding in her chest, she found herself pressed against the wall, trapped by the intensity of the situation. Sakura, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and yearning, crawled toward Kazuha with a single-minded determination.
"K-Kazuha," Sakura's voice trembled, thick with need. "Please... I can't take it anymore."
Kazuha's breath hitched as Sakura closed the distance between them. Despite her fears, she couldn't ignore the primal pull of Sakura's distress. She hesitated, her body tense, but the sight of Sakura's pleading eyes and the raw desperation in her voice stirred something deep within her.
"Unnie, I..." Kazuha stammered, her voice faltering. She wanted to help, but the fear of what this moment represented held her back.
Sakura reached out, her fingers trembling as she touched Kazuha's arm. "Please, Kazuha. I need you," she whispered, her voice breaking.
âUnnie I will do anything but that, please,â Kazuha begged. But Sakura was not interested in listening. Sakura pulls down Kazuhaâs pants along with her underwear to find Kazuhaâs cock in all its glory.
Sakura was surprised. What she was currently faced with was different from what she was expecting. Kazuha was not packing a huge cock like she expected in fact it was probably one of the smallest that Sakura had ever seen, this also explains why Kazuha is such a docile alpha. But lucky for Kazuha, Sakura couldnât care about the fact that her dick was only 4 inches because she desperately needed something inside of her and for now Kazuhaâs cock should be enough.Â
Without any words being said, Sakura pushes Kazuha onto the floor and mounts her. Shocked by the sudden action Kazuha lets out a small yelp, she still tries to get Sakura off her because she doesnât know what to do but Sakura overpowers her and she got she wants. Sakura starts to ride Kazuha like there is no tomorrow and this makes Kazuhaâs life very hard. She is holding on for dear life, trying her best not to cum inside Sakura and breed her.Â
âUnnie, please get off!! I am going to cum!!â Kazuha screams, but it is to no avail as Sakura continues to bounce on Kazuhaâs tiny cock. No matter how much strength Kazuha uses she is unable to push Sakura away from her before she cums.Â
All of a sudden a savior appears. You manage to pull Sakura off Kazuha just before itâs too late. Sakura whines at the loss of body contact and pleasure but you hold her down and turn to Kazuha to notice that you may have just ruined her orgasm.Â
Kazuha notices you staring and immediately covers herself with her hands. âKazuha baby, you should leave before this wild one gets to you again,â Heeding your warning Kazuha grabs her clothes and runs out of the room.Â
After the room is empty with just you and Sakura, you turn your attention to the girl who has begun to rub herself on your leg. But a stern look from you makes her stop all her movements. "Princess, how is it that you forgot to take your suppressants?" you question Sakura.
Too shy to tell you the actual reason, Sakura stays silent and hides herself behind your leg, her face flushing with embarrassment. You gently lift her chin, forcing her to meet your gaze. "Princess, donât make this harder than it needs to be. I know how much pain you are going through and I will take away all that pain if you be honest with me here," you say, trying to convince her to answer.
Sakura's eyes flicker with uncertainty, her breath coming in short, quick gasps as she struggles with her confession. Finally, she mumbles, "Y-you."
"Princess, you have to be more clear," you say, with a touch of sternness in your voice to encourage her.
Sakura's face turns a deeper shade of red, and she averts her gaze, whispering, "I wanted your attention. I thought... if I didn't take my suppressants, you would spend more time with me."
Her confession hangs in the air, her vulnerability laid bare before you. Your stern expression softens as you take in her words, understanding the depth of her need for your affection.
"Oh, Sakura," you say, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "You donât have to put yourself through such pain just to get my attention. I'm always here for you."
She clings to you, relief mingling with her lingering discomfort. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice muffled against your chest.
You stroke her hair soothingly. "It's okay, Princess. Let's focus on making you feel better now. But promise me, next time, you'll talk to me instead of putting yourself through this, alright?"
Sakura nods, her arms tightening around you. "I promise," she murmurs.
"Good girl," you say softly, kissing the top of her head. "Now, let's take care of you."
Sakura nods her head and hugs you tightly. You pat her head, playing with her hair but soon the wholesome moment comes to an end as Sakura starts to grind on you.
âPrincess, look at me,â you say, gentleness in your voice. Sakura looks at you, her eyes filled with expectation and need. Both of you maintain eye contact for a few seconds, the air between you thick with anticipation. Slowly, you lean toward each other, and finally, your lips meet in a kiss filled with passion and care.
Sakura's lips are soft and warm against yours, and she melts into the kiss, her desperation and longing pouring into the embrace. The kiss deepens, your arms wrapping around her to pull her closer. Sakura's need to be closer to you becomes overwhelming, and she jumps onto you, wrapping her legs around your torso. You support her effortlessly, one hand on her back and the other cradling her head.
The intensity of the kiss grows as you hold her, each of you savoring the connection and the relief it brings. Sakura's fingers tangle in your hair, her body pressed tightly against yours. The heat of the moment seems to erase all the pain and anxiety she felt earlier, replaced by the comforting and exhilarating presence of you.
You move to sit on the edge of the bed, Sakura still clinging to you. The kiss breaks for a moment, both of you breathing heavily, foreheads resting against each other. "I've needed this," Sakura whispers, her voice filled with emotion. "I've needed you."
You gently stroke her hair, your eyes soft with affection. "I'm here, Princess. Always."
This time, the kiss is slower, more tender, as you take the time to explore each other's emotions through the connection. You can feel the gratitude and love radiating from Sakura, her body relaxing into yours as the last remnants of her heat begin to subside.
You hold her close, savoring the intimacy and the bond you share. The world outside seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of warmth and affection. The room is filled with the quiet sounds of your breathing and the soft rustle of clothing as you hold each other.Â
After breaking the kiss, Sakura leans in and places soft kisses on your neck, her breath warm against your skin. Each kiss sends shivers down your spine, and you feel her growing boldness as those kisses slowly turn into gentle bites. You can sense her need to express her desire and the remnants of her heat driving her actions.
Wanting to keep your promise, you let her do whatever she wants. Your hands rest on her back, providing a comforting presence as she explores her feelings and desires through her actions.
"Sakura," you murmur, your voice soothing and filled with affection. "It's okay. I'm here for you."
Encouraged by your words, Sakura continues, her bites growing a bit more assertive, leaving small marks on your skin. Each bite is followed by a tender kiss, a mixture of passion and tenderness that reflects her complex emotions. You can feel her anxiety and need for reassurance in every touch, every kiss, and every bite.
As she nips at your neck, you hold her closer, your hands gently stroking her back to provide a sense of security. Her breaths come in short, quick gasps, her body pressed tightly against yours. You can feel her heart pounding, matching the rhythm of your own.
"Sakura," you whisper, lifting her chin so she looks into your eyes. "You don't have to hold back. Just be yourself."
Her eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability, meet yours. She nods slightly, her lips parting as she takes a deep breath. "I need you," she confesses, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I need to feel close to you."
You smile gently, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I'm not going anywhere," you assure her. "You can have all of me."
Sakura's eyes soften with gratitude, and she leans in to kiss you again, this time with a tenderness that speaks volumes. The bites on your neck become more deliberate, a way for her to mark her territory and express her deep-seated need for connection.
You feel the intensity of her emotions and respond with equal tenderness, holding her close and allowing her to take what she needs from you. The room is filled with the quiet sounds of your breathing, the soft rustle of clothing, and the occasional sigh of contentment as you lose yourselves in the moment.
Slowly, you begin to take off what little clothes Sakura has left, your movements careful and tender. She helps you out of yours, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation and excitement. As each piece of clothing falls away, the intimacy between you deepens, a silent communication of trust and affection.
With a gentle nudge, you both move toward the bed. The soft sheets feel cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of your body. Pulling away from the kiss, you hear a small whine escape Sakura's lips, her eyes fluttering open with a mix of longing and frustration.
But before she can voice her complaint, you place her gently on the bed, and another deep, passionate kiss quickly muffles her whines. Your lips meld together, the urgency of the moment heightening the connection between you. Sakura's hands grip your shoulders, pulling you closer as if afraid you might disappear.
You respond by deepening the kiss, pouring all your affection and reassurance into the embrace. Your hands roam her body, tracing delicate patterns along her skin, eliciting soft gasps and shivers from Sakura. She arches into your touch, her body responding instinctively to every caress.
Breaking the kiss for a moment, you look into her eyes, your voice soft and filled with love. "Princess, you're everything to me."
Sakura's eyes shine with emotion, her hands cupping your face. "Daddy you can do anything you want," she whispers, her voice trembling with sincerity. "I just need you."
You place your hard member on her entrance teasing it a little before lubing it up with all the wetness from Sakuraâs drenched pussy. âDaddy please donât tease!â Sakura whined.Â
Not wanting to keep her waiting longer, you slowly insert your cock into her tight pussy. Sakura occasionally let out moans as you pushed into her. Once you bottomed out you were still letting her adjust and also enjoying how tight her pussy was.Â
âDaddy you can move now,â Sakura said. The missionary position lets you control your pace well and also hit spots that have never been touched.Â
âHarder, Daddy, pleasee,â Sakura begged and you obliged increasing your pace and the strength of your thrusts.Â
âNghhh you are filling me up so well, Daddy,â Sakura moanedÂ
âFuck, Princess, you are doing such a good job taking my dick. Your pussy is so tight and perfect.â You compliment Sakura causing her pussy to tighten a little.Â
Increasing your pace, you ask âWho does this Pussy belong to princess?âÂ
Sakura was in a realm of her own, her mind completely filled with pleasure and unable to comprehend anything you were saying. So you stopÂ
âNo no no, Daddy why did you stop!!â Sakura screams.
âAnswer me, princess, Who thrusts Does thrusts This thrusts Pussy thrusts Belongs to thrusts?â You ask
âYou! Daddy, this pussy belongs to only you!!!â Sakura screams as your thrusts get harsher. The tightness pushes you closer to the edge.Â
âPrincess, Daddy is going to cum soon and you are going to lick up every single drop of it right?â You asked as you continued to fuck the living crap out of Sakura.Â
âYes, Daddy. I will make sure not to waste a single drop of it.â Sakura replied. Her movements are in complete sync with yours. Both of you were chasing the peaks of your orgasm.Â
âIâm cumming princess,â you announce and try to pull out of her pussy but are unable to do so because Sakura has managed to wrap her legs around you.
âCum for me Daddy, breed me, let me have your children, please. I need them so fucking badly!!â Sakura screamed as her legs gripped tighter around your body.
Unable to hold on much longer you end up cumming inside of Sakura. âFuck!!â You moan as you release all your cum deep inside of Sakuraâs pussy.
âWhat the fuck Sakura, you are going to get pregnant!â you said.Â
âYes, Daddy, maybe then you will pay more attention to me than the other girls!â Sakura replied with a smirk on her face.
Not wanting to argue further, exhaustion took over both of you, and you soon fell into a deep sleep. The warmth of the moment and the emotional intensity had drained you completely.
Hours later, you were awakened by a sudden weight being placed on your chest. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you looked down to see none other than Wonyoung sitting on you, her expression a mixture of curiosity and annoyance.
This was probably the worst situation in which you could get caught by Wonyoung, who was extremely possessive. The fact that your neck was covered with marks and Sakura was sleeping next to you was going to be the death of you. Wonyoung's eyes darted from the marks on your neck to Sakura, her jaw tightening with barely contained anger.
âWhat the hell is this?â Wonyoungâs voice was sharp, her tone dripping with jealousy and hurt.
You could feel the tension rising, and you knew you had to tread carefully. âWonyoung, itâs not what it looks like,â you began, trying to sound as calm as possible.
âReally?â she said, her tone icy. âBecause it looks like you and Sakura had a lot of fun without me.â
Sakura stirred next to you, her eyes fluttering open. She immediately sensed the tension in the room and sat up, her smirk from earlier fading as she took in Wonyoungâs furious expression.
âWonyoung, itâs not like that,â Sakura said softly, trying to defuse the situation. âI just... I needed Daddy last night. It was a tough day.â
Wonyoungâs eyes narrowed, her possessive streak flaring up. âAnd you think youâre the only one who needs him? We all need him, Sakura. You canât just monopolize him like this.â
You reached out to gently touch Wonyoungâs arm, hoping to calm her down. âWonyoung, please. Letâs talk about this calmly.â
She pulled her arm away, standing up and crossing her arms over her chest. âCalmly? How am I supposed to be calm when youâre covered in her marks?â
Sakura looked genuinely remorseful, and you could see that she regretted the way things had escalated. âWonyoung, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to make you feel left out.â
Wonyoungâs eyes softened slightly at Sakuraâs apology, but she was still visibly upset. âItâs going to take a lot more than just a verbal apology from the both of you,â she said, a smirk plastered all over her face. This spelled nothing good for the future, but you had no choice but to listen because this brat doesnât take no for an answer and is also way too cute for you to say no to.
You sighed inwardly, knowing that Wonyoung had the upper hand. âWhat do you want, Wonyoung?â you asked, trying to keep your tone calm and collected.
Wonyoung's smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. âOh, I have a few ideas,â she replied, her voice sweet but with an edge of playful menace. âBut first, I want both of you to admit that you were wrong and that youâll make it up to me.â
Sakura shifted beside you, looking a bit nervous but also curious. âAlright, Wonyoung,â she said, her voice soft but sincere. âIâm sorry for making you feel left out. I promise to make it up to you.â
You nodded in agreement, meeting Wonyoungâs gaze. âIâm sorry too, Wonyoung. I didnât mean to hurt you. Weâll both make it up to you, I promise.â
Wonyoungâs smirk turned into a genuine smile, though a hint of mischief still lingered in her eyes. âGood. Now, letâs start with something simple. I want you both to pamper me today. I get to be the center of attention, and you two will do whatever I say. Deal?â
Sakura and you exchanged a glance, both of you knowing that you had little choice in the matter. âDeal,â you said in unison.
Wonyoung clapped her hands together, her mood brightening. âGreat! First, I want a nice breakfast in bed. And then, weâll see what else I can come up with,â she said, her tone almost teasing.
You couldnât help but smile at her enthusiasm, even though you knew she was taking full advantage of the situation. âAlright, breakfast in bed it is,â you said, getting up and pulling on some clothes.
Sakura followed suit, giving Wonyoung a small, playful glare. âYouâre really enjoying this, arenât you?â
Wonyoung giggled, the sound light and infectious. âMaybe a little,â she admitted. âBut itâs only fair, right?â
You couldnât argue with that, and as you made your way to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast, you felt a sense of relief that the immediate tension had been diffused. Wonyoung might be a handful, but her playful nature and the bond you all shared made every challenge worth it.
As the day went on, you and Sakura did your best to pamper Wonyoung, catering to her whims and making her feel special. There were plenty of playful moments and laughter, and by the end of the day, it felt like the balance had been restored among the three of you.
Wonyoung lay on the couch, a contented smile on her face as she looked at you and Sakura. âSee? This wasnât so bad, was it?â
âNot at all, I was expecting a lot more work.â You replied.
âBecause the worst part is yet to come. The both of you are going spend the entire night with me.â Wonyoung said as she took off her skirt.Â
To be continuedâŠÂ
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LE SSERAFIMâs Sakura x Reader
Note: Thanks again @hyeyulenjoyer for the request again. At this point we're just doing for every single IZ*ONE members lol
You noticed the changes immediatelyâlittle things that wouldnât have registered if they werenât so unlike her. Sakura was always someone who kept you grounded. A quick text here, a photo of something random there, or even just a string of emojis when she didnât have much to say. But for the past week?
Silence.
It started innocently enough. She cancelled your usual Friday dinner plans. "Sorry, something came up. Next week, promise!" she texted, followed by a heart emoji. It seemed fine at first, but then the pattern began.
Your goodnight texts were left on read. Calls went unanswered. Even her Instagram storiesâusually filled with behind-the-scenes glimpses of her dayâhad gone dry. When she finally posted something, it was just a vague snapshot of her shoes and a caption that read, "Busy days ahead!"
Busy with what?
Then there were the whispered conversations when you swung by her dorm unannounced. Once, you overheard Chaewon muttering something like, "Does she think this will actually work?" before abruptly cutting herself off when you entered. Another time, Yunjin practically shoved you out the door after telling you Sakura wasnât home, but her tone carried an undercurrent of donât ask any more questions.
Even the LE SSERAFIM group chat felt weird. The jokes were fewer, and any time you brought up Sakura, the others changed the subject like they were guarding a state secret.
Your brain went into overdrive. Maybe sheâs working on a new project and canât talk about it yet? you reasoned, trying to calm yourself. But then the darker thoughts crept in, the ones you couldnât suppress.
What if sheâs seeing someone else?
It sounded absurd, but you couldnât shake it. You thought about the way sheâd been so distant lately, almost as if she didnât want to see you. And wasnât it just last week that Kazuha had mentioned Sakura getting a bunch of late-night calls? Sheâd laughed it off at the time, but what if it wasnât so innocent?
And then there was the ultimate gut punch: the bracelet.
You found it sitting on her dresser during your last visit. It was simple, with a charm you didnât recognizeâsomething floral, maybe? Sheâd never worn it before, and when you asked about it, she got weirdly flustered. "Oh, itâs nothing. Just a gift," sheâd mumbled, quickly tucking it out of sight.
A gift from who?
-
Fast-forward to Thursday, and you were restless.
You were sitting in your apartment, phone in hand, staring at the last text you sent herâread but unanswered. Itâd been days since Sakura had gone radio silent. Sure, you had caught the occasional glimpse of her at a shoot or through a mutual friend's Instagram story, but even then, she seemed distant.
Now, your mind had gone full cinema mode. Was she okay? Did you do something wrong? Or was she⊠seeing someone else? You shook your head, willing yourself to stop spiralling.
But really, could you blame yourself? Sakura wasnât just your girlfriend; she was the type of person who kept you on the ground, made everyone want to be around her with her calm demeanour. The idea of her dodging your calls for any reason was enough to stir up your anxiety like a blender stuck on high.
With an exasperated sigh, you threw on your hoodie, deciding that sitting around wasnât going to help. You needed answersâor at least a distraction.
-
You found yourself at the LE SSERAFIM dorm, a place you usually walked into without hesitation. Today, though, you hesitated. The thought of knocking felt foreign, like you were suddenly on the outside of something you used to be at the centre of.
Before you could back out, the door swung open, and Chaewon appeared, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. "Oh, hey," she said, stepping aside to let you in.
"IsâŠKkura around?" you asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.
Chaewon tilted her head, studying you like a puzzle she couldnât quite solve. "Uh⊠not right now. She said sheâd be back soon."
Of course, she wasnât here, as usual. That wouldâve been too easy.
"Anything you wanna tell me?" you pressed, hoping Chaewon might spill some tea.
She shrugged, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Not really. But if you're here to interrogate me, maybe try Eunchae next time. She cracks under pressure."
Her playful tone didnât exactly ease your mind, but you nodded, muttering a quick thanks before leaving.
-
Hours later, you were at home again, pacing like a detective in a noir film. Then your phone buzzed, and you dove for it like it was a lifeline.
Sakura:
Can we meet? Iâll come to you.
Your heart leapt at the sight of her name, but the message didnât ease your worries. If anything, it made them worse. The formality of it, the lack of her usual emojis or teasing toneâit all felt off.
-
When she arrived, you almost didnât recognize her. She was bundled up in an oversized hoodie, her hair tucked into a beanie. She looked exhausted, like she hadnât slept in days. And she was holding something behind her back, the aforementioned charm wrapped around her small wrist.
A tote bag, from what you can formed.
"Hey," she said softly, stepping inside. Her voice cracked, and the sound of it only made your chest tighten.
You stepped aside to let her in, closing the door behind her. She didnât move far, standing awkwardly by the entrance as if she wasnât sure she was welcome.
âKkura, whatâs going on?â you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the storm brewing inside you.
âI⊠I owe you an explanation,â she began, finally looking at you. Her gaze was uncertain, her hands twitching at her sides, gripping her tote bag like lingering the last thread. She wanted to do something but didnât know what.
Your patience snapped. âYeah, you do. Youâve been avoiding me for days, dodging my calls, barely even texting me back. What am I supposed to think?! That everythingâs fine?!â
Her eyes widened at your tone, but you couldnât stop.
âAre youâŠseeing someone else?â The words tumbled out before you could catch them, raw and accusatory. "Did he give you that charm on your wrist?"
âWhat?â Her voice broke through your spiral, sharp and disbelieving. She became conscious of her own wrist. "Why did you think that?"
âI mean, what else am I supposed to think?â you continued, the words coming out harsher than you intended. âYouâve been distant, secretive, andââ
âIâve been making this for you!â she blurted, cutting you off as she yanked something out of her tote bag and thrust it into your hands.
You looked down, blinking at the object in confusion. It was a scarfâlopsided, slightly uneven, and clearly handmade. The stitches were all over the place, some too tight, others too loose, with bits of yarn fraying at the edges.
âI wanted to surprise you,â she said, her voice trembling. âI thought it would be cute, and I thought I could actually pull it off. But it took way longer than I expected, and I kept messing up, andâŠâ She paused, taking a shaky breath. âAnd then I got scared that it wouldnât be good enough. That I wouldnât be good enough.â
You stared at the scarf, your brain struggling to catch up. "WhatâŠabout the charm?"
"ahhâŠ" Sakura glanced down to her wrist. "the IZ*ONE members gave it to meâŠsorryâŠshould've clarify itâŠ"
"AhhhâŠ" You heaved a relieving sigh.
âSo⊠this is what youâve been doing?â you asked, your voice softer now, almost disbelieving.
âYes!â She ran a hand through her hair, exasperated. âI know itâs stupid. I know I shouldâve just told you. But I wanted it to be a surprise. And instead, I made you thinkâŠâ
She trailed off, biting her lip, and suddenly, all your anger drained away, leaving only guilt in its wake.
âKkuraâŠâ You stepped closer, the scarf still in your hands. âYou thought you werenât good enough? For me?â
Her silence spoke volumes, and the vulnerability in her eyes hit you like a punch to the gut.
Wordlessly, you wrapped the scarf around your neck. It was itchy and uneven, and easily the most imperfect thing youâd ever owned.
âItâsâŠa bit lopsidedâŠâ you said firmly. "But I like it. A lot."
She blinked at you, her eyes glistening. âYou donât have toââ
âI mean it,â you interrupted, pulling her into a hug. She stiffened for a moment before melting into your arms. âBut next time you want to surprise me, can youâŠmaybeâŠnot stress yourself out so much that I think youâre cheating on me?â
She laughed against your chest, the sound muffled but full of relief. âDeal.â
As the tension between you finally dissolved, you tightened your hold on her, vowing to never let your own fears cloud your trust again.
You pulled away slightly, still holding her close, and looked down at the scarf wrapped around your neck. It was⊠well, it was something. The uneven stitches gave it character, and the mismatched coloursâsoft lavender fading into a slightly-too-bright yellowâfelt endearing in a way you couldnât quite explain. But it also raised some questions.
"You knowâŠ" you began, your tone light but teasing, "if this is the final version⊠what do the others look like?"
Sakura froze, her eyes widening. âWhat others?â
You arched a brow. âYou said you kept messing up, right? Iâm assuming there are⊠prototypes?â
Her face flushed instantly, the tips of her ears turning pink. âIâuhâtheyâre nothing! Just some failed attempts. Totally not worth seeing!â She tried to wave it off, but her nervous laugh betrayed her.
âEhhhh, come on,â you said, a smirk tugging at your lips. âYouâve been dodging me all week because of this. The least you can do is let me see the discarded ones.â
âNo way!â She shook her head vehemently, her hands coming up as if to block you from even thinking about it. âTheyâre terrible. Like, embarrassing terrible. Youâd never look at me the same again.â
âToo bad, now I have to see them,â you teased, already stepping toward her tote bag, which she had carelessly dropped by the door.
âWaitânoâdonât!â She lunged for it, but you were faster, snatching the tote bag up and holding it out of her reach.
âRelax,â you said with a laugh as she grabbed at your arms. âIâm not going to judge you. I just want to see how much effort you put into this.â
âNo, you really donât,â she insisted, but her protests grew weaker as you peeked inside.
The first thing you pulled out was a tangled mess of yarn that vaguely resembled⊠a fish? Or maybe a lopsided bowtie? It was hard to tell. You held it up, squinting at it.
âThis is⊠interesting,â you said diplomatically, biting back a grin.
âThat was supposed to be a beanie,â she muttered, covering her face with her hands.
You couldnât hold back your laughter this time. âThis beanie? For who, Manchae?â
âThat kid is wayy too big for that!â she groaned, her voice muffled by her hands. âPlus, it was my first attempt! I didnât know what I was doing!â
Grinning, you dug deeper into the bag and pulled out another pieceâa square of fabric with one corner wildly unravelling. It had a heart stitched into it, but the shape was warped, almost like it had melted.
âThis oneâs cute,â you said honestly, running your fingers over the uneven stitches.
âIt was supposed to be a patch,â she mumbled, still hiding her face. âBut I couldnât get the heart right, so I gave up.â
You reached out, gently tugging her hands away from her face. âAww, donât hide. These are really good.â
Her eyes narrowed skeptically. âYouâre just saying that to make me feel better.â
âIâm serious,â you said, holding up the patch. âDo you know how much effort it takes to make something by hand? You couldâve just bought me a scarf, but you didnât. You decided to spend all this time and energy trying to make one yourself, even when it wasnât perfect. That means a lot.â
Her expression softened, a small, shy smile creeping onto her lips. âYou really mean that?â
âOf course,â you said, reaching up to flick her beanie playfully. âEven if Manchae's beanie looks like a deflated jellyfish.â
âYah!â she exclaimed, shoving you lightly, but she was laughing now, the tension from earlier completely gone.
You put the patch and scarf down carefully, then pulled her back into a warm and tight hug. âSeriously, though. Thank you, Kkura-chan. This means everything to me.â
She leaned into you, her arms wrapping around your waist. âYouâre welcome. But next time, remind me not to take up a hobby Iâm terrible at just to impress you.â
"It's YOUR hobby you took, Ms. Miyawaki." You chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. âPlus, I kind of like seeing you flustered.â
Her groan of protest only made you laugh harder, and for the first time all week, everything felt exactly as it should.
-
Later that evening, as you and Sakura lounged on the couch, content and wrapped in the coziness of each otherâs company, her phone buzzed violently on the coffee table. She reached for it lazily, glancing at the screen before answering on speaker.
âHello?â she said, her tone casual. "You're on speaker by the way.."
âSakura-unnie! For the last F*CKING time, come and get your crochet disasters out of the living room!â Yunjinâs voice practically boomed through the phone, making you stifle a laugh.
Sakura shot you a glare before responding. âWhat are you talking about?â
âIâm talking about the mountain of yarn vomit youâve left behind, unnie!â Chaewonâs voice chimed in, equally exasperated. âThereâs half a sock on the coffee table, something that might be a disfigured teddy bear on the floor, and donât even get me started on the abomination hanging off the dining chair.â
âThat was supposed to be a pouch!â Sakura defended herself, sitting up straighter.
âWell, itâs not a pouch, unnie,â Kazuhaâs calm voice joined the chaos. âIt looks like a... blob. A very colourful blob.â
âItâs art,â Sakura said firmly, though the red creeping up her cheeks betrayed her embarrassment.
âItâs garbage!â Yunjin shouted. âIf we find one more piece of half-finished yarns lying around, weâre burning it. You have until tomorrow to get this stuff, or weâre holding a bonfire in your honour!â
The line went dead, leaving the room in silence for a moment before you burst out laughing.
âWowâŠâ you said, wiping a tear from your eye. âYou really went all out for me, huh?â
"ShushâŠ" Sakura groaned, burying her face in her hands. âTheyâre being so dramatic.â
âYou did leave all your failed attempts lying around for them to find,â you teased, nudging her shoulder.
She peeked at you through her fingers, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips. âOkay, maybe I got a little carried awayâŠâ
âJust a little?â you quipped, grinning.
She groaned again but couldnât hide her laugh. âFine, Iâll clean it up tomorrow. But youâre coming with me to help.â
âYes, ma'am.â you said, pulling her into your arms. âAnd for what itâs worth, I'll take it all home tomorrow.â
âEven the blob?â she asked, her voice muffled against your chest.
âMaybe no-,â you closed your mouth as her glare was lasering through your skull. "âŠOk even the blob."
She sighed dramatically, but you could feel her smile against your shirt. âIâm never crocheting again.â
And with that, the two of you settled back into the couch, the laughter and mess of the day fading into the warmth of each otherâs company.
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How Le Sserafim Gets You Off From Your Games/Matches
Author: Since the last one did pretty decently enough here is the second part of the series but for disclaimer reasons, this will only contain 18+ members only. If you want to see more of my stuff check out the Masterlist
Kim Chaewon
Miss Chaewon here isn't the type that doesn't like when your attention is focused elsewhere especially if it's not on her
But what she wants she will do anything to get it no matter what kind of tricks she has to pull but Chaewon knows every button to push to make you head over heels for her
"Hm... Baby, why don't you get off your pc and play with me instead~?" She whispered suggestively.
Yet to no surprise, you still kept your focus which made me Chaewon chuckle in amusement knowing that wouldn't last for long for the things she had planned
Suddenly, Chaewon decided to strip naked and laid on your desk, displaying her body in full glory and began playing with herself in front of you and moaning loudly as possible and sometimes in your ear
"Mmm~! Come on, deary, don't you want to stick that big fat cock of yours inside of me~? Because I sure do~," She whispered and you gave in turning off your pc before getting all rough and passionate in bed
Miyawaki Sakura
Though Sakura was a gamer herself and often times plays Minecraft and League of Legends matches with you, there are occasions when Sakura just wants your full attention
Not only does she want your attention but most importantly tend to her needy desires for you
"Come on, baby~! It's been weeks since we've last done it and I want you to fuck me~!" She begged to give you an innocent look despite her request being the exact opposite
Of course, you said only one more match and then you two could do it but Sakura was out of patience with you
However, she does have her ideas especially since she sometimes caught you looking at anime female characters you sometimes play
Sakura Would go into her closet that was filled with anime cosplay outfits and some were quite provocative which is exactly what she needed. When she came wearing a maid outfit that revealed much of her delicious curves you cannot help but stare
"What's the matter sweety~? Cat got your tongue~?" Sakura purred with delight knowing the effect she had on you
Huh Yunjin
Oh our dear Jennifer Huh is a special one... Yunjin is known for her goofy and funny personality in the Kpop industry but also for her beautiful tall and slim body
Yunjin knows this well and you lost count of how many times she used this to catch your attention and this made nights full of moans of your name from her mouth
One night, Yunjin was out later than usual, you got bored and decided to hop on a few missions on Helldivers to pass the time
But what you didn't notice is that Yunjin came home and when she walked into your room, she sighed almost annoyed as she made a rule about no pc time when she was around
"Baby~. You know the rules, get off the game~," Yunjin spoke in a stern yet motherly tone but you didn't hear her from your headphones making her playfully roll her eyes
"Alright, you wanna play hardball? Then let's play~," Yunjin declared before getting under your desk and when you felt something tugging on your shorts you saw Yunjin pulling your shorts and underwear revealing your cock
With Yunjin now sucking you off it was harder to concentrate as you tried to suppress your moans from Yunjin's skilled mouth, you gave in to your frustrations and desires
"Looks like I got your full attention~. Now come with mommy to bed so we can some real fun~," Yunjin smirked victoriously.
Nakamura Kazuha
The former ballerina princess is quite the clingy and needy one, despite her elegant and beautiful demeanor she has a naughty side that only you know
When Kazuha arrived home from dance practice, all she wanted to do was to have your cock inside of her but she was annoyed when she found you playing on your PlayStation 5
Determined, to get you off, Kazuha went up to you and straddled onto your lap.
"Hey, baby... You tired?" You asked while you played Spiderman and she hummed.
"Not yet... I still want you~," She whispered into your ears sending shivers down your spine and Kazuha knew well she had a massive effect on you
Before long Kazuha tanks off her tank top and unclipped your draw letting it fall on the floor revealing her perky boobs which made it even harder for you to concentrate
"Come on, baby~. Don't you want to suck on these babies~? I know you do, so why don't you get off the game and play with me instead~?" She whispered into your ear tempting you to give in to your desires
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àœàœČàœàŸÛȘ I need your love
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Here, Kitty, Kitty!
IZ Days of Christmas 2023: Day 2 - Miyawaki Sakura
LE SSERAFIM's Miyawaki Sakura x Male Reader Smut
6,381 words
Categories | catgirl!Sakura, petplay, KITTY CORNER
Queued this on the wrong time, sorry for the late post
The smell of freshly sautĂ©ed food fills your nostrils. The seasoning prickles the air and your stomach rumbles even before you rise. Youâd drool over the food if you didnât open your eyes and find someone else more worthy of your adoration.
Do you need to say more? No, but youâll go on anyway when itâs about Sakura.
Her back is turned yet your focus remains attached to her. Long brown hair sways with her movements from the restraints of a band. You wonder if she knows how many times youâve threaded your fingers through her locks as she sleeps, or notice how your hand always goes to her hair whenever she needs comforting. Your attentionâs brought to her white skin exposed by the short sleeves of her short shirt. Each lot it takesâher pretty arms, bare neck, or tiny waistâis perfect. Thereâs beauty even without catching sight of her face.
Of course, thereâs also beauty when you see it.
Sakura turns her head. She smiles, her fine cheekbones highlighted. And itâs like falling in love with her all over again. âI knew that would wake you up.â
The foodâs just the alarm clock. Sakuraâs the sunshine that blinds you.
You lean forward with a playful lilt in your voice. âAre you implying that Iâm greedy?â
She draws the big wooden spoon to her mouth and licks a peppered green off it. âIâm implying that Iâm a great chef,â she says. She turns the stove off satisfiedly.Â
Your legs feel shaky from the long commute, in which you spent a painful amount of time rushing and reaping, but they still choose the way to your girlfriend. When you wrap your arms around her, she jerks in surprise. She settles into them anyway; youâre a familiar comfort. You like how small she looks in your embrace, how youâre always entertained by the idea that you could easily pick her up and give her the biggest hug ever.Â
(And other things.)
You kiss the side of her head. âThanks for the dinner, pet.â
Sakura looks up at you with those spell-binding large eyes, reminding you again of why you chose that nickname. Pet name is a more accurate term.. Sheâs the tiniest thing ever that youâre pretty sure you could pick her up with just one hand, like sheâs a kitten. Her small whines whenever sheâs frustrated during a game or tired from work donât help diminish the urge to call her your pet.
âItâs nothing,â she giggles. âI want you to eat well.â
âI eat enough already. Watch.âÂ
Seal your lips around her earlobe jokingly. Sakura shrieks. Your laughs vibrate on her skin as the feeling tickles her. Once you release her, she begins to hit you painlessly with the utensil.Â
âPerv!âÂ
âWhoa, that wasnât even foreplay or anything.â
Sakuraâs smile reaches her ears. âJerk,â she says. âHow do I even deal with a horndog like you?â
Okay, now thatâs not fair. Youâre not even horny twenty-four seven. You just tend to let the memories of Sakura in a summer top and skimpy shorts linger. So her bold accusations are totally false. Nope. Youâre not letting them tarnish your image.Â
âYouâre the one thinking dirty about it, pet,â you say, snatching the spoon from her and lifting it high.Â
Her attempt to steal it draws laughs from you. Sheâs too small to achieve the spoon. She extends her arm up yet ends up empty-handed. Sakura huffs and crosses her arms, finally giving up.
âI know.â
Now youâre the one smiling. It surprises you how quickly she said it, almost like sheâs trying to lead things somewhere. The tilt of your mouth reaches places when your cute girlfriend blushes.
âOh?âÂ
âY-you know what I meant.âÂ
âI actually do not.â
âWell, I wonât tell you anyway. I like it when you do the talking.â
Sakura always prioritizes you, and it often makes you feel guilty. Sheâs never put herself first. Itâs always her taking the last turn, having the smallest half of the cake, giving what she has though itâs only enough for her. Sometimes you want to give back to her, too, and not just in the act of being her boyfriend.
âAnd I like it when you let me take care of you.â Open your mouth anyway when she raises the spoon to your lips. As always, her cooking is everything.Â
Youâd say thank you verbally, but you think you prefer grabbing her small waist and lifting her on the countertop. You prefer that squeal, too. Sakura has a funny smirk on her face. You sweep back her disheveled hair and kiss that smile you love so much.
âSo let me do the listening this time. Whatâs going on in that pretty little head, pet?â
âJust⊠you.â Her legs surround your hips. âI canât think, I canât work. All I think about is how youâre doing.â
Sakura massages the sides of your head. You swear you can feel her love trickle from her long, thin fingers and into your mind. Sheâs so learned in the ways of love that you get a free lesson from her everyday. Youâre still studying, but you think youâve got the hang of it.
âI can handle myself, Sakura,â you tell her. âYouâre always taking care of me, so now, I gotta be the one doing it with you.â
âThereâs one way for you to take care of meâŠâ
Sakuraâs hand grasps yours, and soon sheâs leading it between her legs. In turn, it leads you to notice how tiny her shorts are. The hemâs literally hugging below the centers of her cheeks, giving attention to its supple shape. It leaves no room for the imagination. Neither does her crop top. Why is she wearing such a tight shirt in the house anyway? Itâs just the two of you.
Then you see the lust in her face, and the dots all connect.Â
âNaughty pet.â Squeeze the cheek of her ass to feel her body tense. âWhat exactly are you thinking?â
âIâm thinking,â says Sakura, as she lifts her legs so you could pull her shorts off, âthat you ruin me with those fingers.â
Familiar scent and a familiar sight: her drenched cunt. But you never get tired of seeing her naked or running your digits along her pink slit.
Sakuraâs voice whittles into a soft breath, the kind you only hear when she sings quietly. That must be why her moans are like music to you.
Her wetness is unbelievable. In little time, your fingers are already soaked, and you havenât even put them inside her yet. Thereâs no need to rush anyway. Youâll take your time playing with her.
Miyawaki Sakura is named after cherry blossoms. It only makes sense that her blush is as pink as the seasonal flowers. Her core drips as if it holds excessive dew drops. Something about the color, too. Something about her center having the same blooming beauty her face has. You stroke this southern flower. Sakura grips your forearm tightly.
Immediately, your fingertips are dripping with her juices. Each flick of your hand, like that of a magician, makes her legs shudder. Thatâs only one more reason to do it. Play with her clit so she responds with an expected gasp.Â
âMmh, please.âÂ
âYeah?â
âM-make me cumâŠâ Sakuraâs practically salivating. The drool from her mouth is a parallel to the juices trickling from her cunt. âI need it.â
You kiss her. âI know you do.â
Your touch pierces her core. Sakuraâs gasp extends, and her large cat eyes grow rounder. Your fingers move as if to beckonâas if to beckon the strongest climax from her. Of course, you canât keep doing the same thing if you want that. Recognize this, spread her thigh apart from your forearm and pin it to the counter so you could ram your fingers in her harsher. You make sure to touch her sensitive parts in order to keep those beautiful moans floating to your ears.
You had your suspicions, but it seems now that Sakura was not wearing a bra beneath that tight excuse of a crop top. Her nipples make a print upon the fabric. Itâs an invitation, really. Softness fills your palms as you squeeze and squeeze and squeeze, keeping your girlfriend on the road to her orgasm.
âFeels so good!â she saysâ(no, screams.) Her feet kick and the entirety of her small body tenses up. âFeels so⊠oh god, donât stop!â
Your thumb toys with her nipple as your lips latch on her neck. You wouldnât think of it. Youâre here to give Sakura what she needs and wants. In fact, youâre borderline spoiling herâyou donât actually have to thrust that hard or kiss her this passionately. But when it comes to giving back to her, you admit you go a little overboard.
Itâs not like anyone else wouldnât have done the same thing when Sakuraâs so vocal about everything. Her cute voice becomes even cuter as it twists with every plunge and squeeze of your hand. She stutters over her words, a habit that becomes more adorable despite the circumstances, and looks at you with this unhinged wildness you only ever see when youâre taking her. If sheâs your pet, sheâd be a feral cat in heat, always in need for blissful salvation.
Well, youâll grant it to her.
In the privacy of your own home, this is what you could do to Sakura: leave hickeys all over her skin, finger her with the strings of wetness connecting and disconnecting from your digits, have her for your own. You grow harsher by the minute, and she loves every second of it.
âPlease. More, please, I wantââÂ
âWhat do you want, Sakura?âÂ
She needs to speak yet your swift strokes prevent her from saying a comprehensible syllable. Sakuraâs hold on your armâon youâtruly is fascinating. She can control you while staying on the receiving side with her pouty slim lips and trembling body. She can make you do anything for her without having to convince you. Her hand over the center of your pants just adds to the heat.
She palms your stiff erection while you thrust your fingers inside her little pussy relentlessly. Itâs all so much for a tiny girl to give and take, so it shouldnât be a surprise when she says itâ
âNeed you to fuck your kittenâs pussy, make me squirt, I want it so bad!â
âbut it is.
Youâre well aware of why your fingerfucking grows borderline cruel, why Sakura is screaming the way she is. Youâre lost in the moment. The heat in your pants is becoming unbearable. Your fingers are ruining her.Â
And you can feel sharp teeth sinking into your neck. The pain is pleasure, and youâre struggling to think of what her bite reminds you of: fangs? Needles? Pins?
A kitten?
Sakura wets the counter and your sleeves. She whimpers against your skin, but you keep on going. You know itâs what she wants. In the corner of your eye, you can see her ears turn red. The volume of her moans next to your ear reaches heights.
âN-no⊠ah, stop.â
Stop?
Stop.
âSakura?â you ask warily, afraid you did something wrong. Were things going too far? Are you hurting her? Maybe you already did.
Relief courses through your chest when she kisses you. âIâm alright,â she says sweetly. âItâs just⊠hmmââ
She never gets to continue what sheâs saying until later on. She finds your concerned face too adorable. Youâre pretty sure she saw the vulnerability in it. Thereâs something raw about someone seeing beauty in you the way you see in her.Â
Sakura kisses you, hands containing your face. You smile into the heated session. When you drag your fingers slowly out of her cunt, she moans again, rekindling your carnal wants.Â
She pulls away. âI like how your fingers are totally soaked,â she says lightly, âand itâs all me.â
She opens her mouth meekly, and you already know what to do.
Earlier, her pussy wrapped your fingers. Now, her lips do, stroking your digits of the liquid that pours down them. Itâs like sheâs having a second dinner with the way sheâs devouring her own juices. You arenât taking a bite of anything, but watching Sakura do what she does best is a whole meal already.
âGod, Sakura, youâre so fucking sexy.â
She giggles. âThank you. I try to be for you.â
The twirl of your wrist guides her tongue in cleaning your hand up. She truly is a kitten. Her tiny tongue licks you up, and her distinct moans almost sound like meows.
So itâs only right that you pet her. Ruffle her hair and lead it back into place. âYouâre always hot, pet.âÂ
Think back to the moments she sits in her room gaming, with nothing but your shirt and panties on. Of course she always is. Itâs second nature to her.
âIâd tell you to continue,â says Sakura slyly, kissing your fingertips, âbut that would ruin the bigger surprise, wonât it?â
âWhat surprise?â
She hops off the counter and pushes you to the island. Since when did her workouts involve that? But sheâs Sakuraâyour girlfriend whose face shows the mischief of a pet whoâs too aware of what sheâs doing. Thatâs why youâre breathless.
âWouldnât you like to know.â
Well, fuck.
Sakura hooks her finger underneath the button of your shirt. Just a skim of her touch makes you shake. Youâre wondering whatâs happeningâmore importantly, what will be happening. But the answerâs clear. She knows your secrets, and now, sheâs about to show you something sheâs been hiding herself.Â
She starts leading you to the bedroom. If looks could kill, youâd be dead by now, on the floor, drool rolling down from the corner of your mouth. And it would be all because of your girlfriendâs sultry expression thatâs locked and loaded on you, ready to maim.
Her back rests on your bedroom door. Youâre so close to each other that not one breath goes unheld by your skin. Sheâs truly evil for this. She knows youâre down bad for her, down at rock bottom. And she still chooses to work you up like this: pressing herself against the wooden door, with nothing but that short crop top on and a smile thatâs too alluring.
You laugh. Grasp her waist. You can span its width using a single hand. âWhatâs this, pet?â you say. Sheâs getting you all hot and bothered.
âJust come inside and close your eyes.âÂ
Sakura winks. Thatâs how you know itâs as serious as it gets; Miyawaki Sakura doesnât know how to wink. If itâs worth her practice and time, youâre in for the real thing.
You shut your eyes as she asked, and let her lead you to the bed. Your excitement chains your throat that you canât even ask her if sheâs done. Rely on your sense of hearing to figure out whatâs going on.Â
It feels like hours waiting for her surprise. The bed is soft beneath you, but youâd rather have Sakuraâs tight body under you instead. Your pants are tight already. Reminding yourself that sheâd be ready in a few does nothing to satiate your restlessness.
âSakura,â you say with a kidding husk that intimidates her nevertheless, âdonât keep me waiting.â
âI-Iâm not!â
The thumps and gasps of struggle become less frequent. Your hands frisk impatiently at your sides. What exactly is she planning?
âOpen your eyes now!âÂ
Finally.
Once you see her, youâre met with the thought that confirms you that, like Sakura said, youâll come inside, just in another way.
Your nickname for Sakura is sweet, but you canât deny the lewdness it takes now that it represents itself in front of you.Â
Her white crop top was replaced with a sleeveless brown one. It ought to be impossible for a crop top to be any more revealing, but thatâs proved wrong when this one barely hides the underside of her chest, even giving the top of it a wide peek. Worst of all (but you canât deny that itâs the best thing youâve ever seen): thereâs a cartoon cat-shaped hole in the middle of it that exposes even more skin. Itâs more of a bra rather than a shirt at this rate. But youâd argue that actual bras arenât this provocative. And youâd argue that you donât mindânot even a little bit, not even at all.
All of her is on display: her midriff, her arms and pits, her legs, everything. Then you have her skirt thatâs the definition of short. Itâs a pathetic attempt at modesty and a great exercise of lewdness. Its length allows you a view of her inviting pussy.
It isnât a secret that you love her hair, and now youâre in a position in which your adoration for it grows. Youâre blameless, especially when itâs banded into two twintails joined behind a headband of black cat ears.
But the highlight of it all is that black collar rounding her neck. It awaits a connected leash, a driven purpose.
Tonight, Miyawaki Sakura isnât just your girlfriend. Sheâs your petâyour gorgeous, little kitten in heat.
You knew it. Sakuraâs been scheming and planning this, and now the surprise is all ready. Sheâs all ready for your using and taking.
âWhat a naughty girl you are, Sakura,â you murmur, getting up.Â
She cowers. âJust wanted to give you a reward for working hard.â Her paws float to her cheeks. âAnd⊠I really want to be your pet. Your pretty little pet.â
âYou knew what I wanted all along, huh?â
Sakura hums helplessly while she peeks from the spaces between her fingers. Her palms do a poor job of hiding her red skin. Sheâs both excited and shy about this, and sheâs not sure where to settle. But sheâs sure of the heat that sparks between her legs when you trace your touch from her jawline to her chin, where you gently lift. Your gaze is so intense that she flinches.Â
âWell,â you say, bringing her eyes back to you, âwhat should I do about it?â
âDo what you want to me, master.â
From day one, a cat is what she reminds you of. Although sheâs the eldest in her friend group with Chaewon and Yunjin, sheâs still a kitten inside needing appreciation from her master. Maybe she saw in you too a master that would fit her needs well, whoâd see her cute self as someone whoâs also tantalizingly beautiful.
Today, youâre letting that come to life.
âGive me the leash. I know you prepared one.â
She blushes. âOf course, master.â She rises from her kneeled position to retrieve it.
Strike her ass that peeks roundly from beneath the hem of her skirt. Her cheeks bounce at the impact. As an effect, her legs shake, too. Her yelp is cute yet it sends a rush of happiness to the wrong place.Â
âBad kitten. Kittens like you donât walk on two legs.â
âSorry, master.â
Sakuraâs now red ass is presented to you as she crawls on all fours to the corner of the room while you step out of your slacks. You could tell she gets off to the humiliationâher slitâs been dripping all over her thighs.Â
The black device is dark compared to her gold collar. She picks it up with her mouth and crawls back to you. Thatâs right. Even if her knees burn and her hands turn red, a kitten will always crawl on command for her master.
She looks adorable with her face all sweaty from the effort. Doesnât matter; sheâll be rewarded for it eventually.
You click the leash on. She meows appreciatively. How is it possible that an odd sound unfit for a woman like her gets you hard? You tap your lap, and she crawls up onto it. She never loses her act as a kitten.
âFast learner.â With her stomach down, youâre able to touch her ass and cunt freely. Most cats like being petted on their backs, but yours would much rather have your hand on her cunt. Actually, you could touch her anywhere and still be met with a gush of arousal between her slim thighs. âWhat treat do you want for that?â
Sakuraâs legs squirm together. Youâd never grow tired of hearing her whimpering, but you strike her ass again. Youâre a kind master, not a lenient one.
âI said: what treat do you want?â
âWant my master to eat my slutty catgirl pussy outâŠâ she murmurs.Â
Why not?Â
You lift Sakuraâs weightless body from your lap and drag her up the bed. In spite of her slight choking, you tug harder. At least this time she has the soft mattress under her knees rather than the cold floor. But good pets need training to become what they are.
Tie the leash in a harsh knot on one of the poles. Sakuraâs still whimpering. You know she wants this treat so badly. Consequently: push her down. Spread her legs. Thereâs no gentleness here. Her skirt isnât a problem when itâs length is miniscule. Youâre free to eat her out as harshly as possible.
âOh, oh, master!â Sakuraâs gasps are loud despite the earliness of it all. She rolls the silky bedclothes in balls, trying to cope with your licking. Itâs like youâve reversed roles and you became the kitten that licked at her for supplement, just without the submissiveness. Either way, her senses immediately live for it and strive to get more.
Stick your tongue inside that addicting little hole. Your lips brush Sakuraâs pussy lips, leaving open kisses on it. Sheâs so sensitive that a long, hard swipe of your tongue along her slit would have her nearly cumming. You were sure about that even before you tested it out.Â
Your saliva and her juices connect. Hard to tell one from the other when youâre tonguefucking her and dragging all those delicious nectar out. It spills on her thighs, which you donât see as a problem if you could lick it all up. Youâre glad to have it stain your mouth as you kiss away at her inner thighs, then return to eating her out.
You plunge your tongue deep. Its tip flicks at her walls and sets a fire inside her. No amount of natural lubrication could keep it from burning. The magic of your mouth can be cruel and blissful at the same time.
âFuck! Keep eating me, your tongue, holy shitââÂ
Sakura gags after her attempt in lifting her head is restricted by the leash. The length you tied it at is too short for her to watch you or even react with a movement. Itâs exactly what you want; exactly what she wants, too. The pain is mutually desired but so is the pleasure.
You spit on her cunt. âDid I say you get to order me around?â you ask.
Sakura shakes her head, yet another action the leash prevents her from performing properly.
âThatâs what I thought. All I want to hear is your moans. Is that understood, kitten?â
âYes! Ah, fffuck!â
Dive back in. If you werenât full from Sakuraâs amazing cooking earlier on, then youâre fed well with her pussy. Youâre no pretentious dieterâyou eat her pussy without shame. Perhaps you lick more than you can swallow with how sheâs so sensitive and keeps leaking everywhere. Your tongue pushes and pulls from inside her orifice while your upper lip attends to her clit. Despite not having it in your mouth, you feel it pulsing.
You watch Sakuraâs flat tummy rise and rest while you have your way with her. Measure its tempo. Youâve determined sheâs close, if her thighs shivering around your head werenât enough indicators. Jerk them to you and listen (if the hold of her thighs allows you) to the wonderful sounds of her strangled moaning.
âHahk, oh god, please!â
Much to her disappointment, your fingers are only used to part her pussy lips rather than fuck her. But sheâs happier with you licking wild lines on her velvety walls. It seems like your mouth could reach everything. Sakura starts to tremble more. Itâs a warning, a not-safe-for-work sticker placed on an explicit track.
âKittenâs c-cumming, I canât hold it!â sobs your pet, unable to take any more. Her upper body joins in on the quivering, and you can see the delightful view of her tiny boobs bouncing from behind her top.
Whatâs next is the suction on her clit. Youâve saved suckling on it for now when sheâs at her high. Itâs a tested and proven method to amplify her orgasm. Once your lips seal at her clitoris, she lets out screams that almost sound like yowls. Her clawed fingernails start to scratch at your head. Youâll punish her for that later. Currently, youâll focus on making her cream.
âMaster, d-do me harder⊠master, master!â
The last of her orgasm subsides. Thatâs your cue to unfasten the leash from the headboard and pull the collar up. Sakura makes a weak, fragile sound that stirs a mixture of heat in your loins.
âNo. Kittens donât make the rules for their owners, do they, pet?â
Her beautiful face shows guilt, but no regrets. You expected that. âSorry,â she says quietly.Â
One would think she must have watched and taken notes from a lot of âtutorialâ videos for her nuancesâfolding her hands, looking up at you with flinching eye contact, squirmingâto be this pet-like (you know you have). But sheâs just a natural catgirl, and she likes being used like this. The glint in her eyes canât be mistaken for the lighting in the room.
Grip her collar tighter. âDo you expect me to reward bad behavior?â
âNo.â
âThen get on all fours on the bed. Iâm not letting up on you.â
Sakura is a little too happy to do as you say. However, youâre certain she isnât prepared for the onslaught of lust about to be taken out on her.
You observe Sakuraâs beautiful back. The line running down the center shows the hours she spent in the gym to work hard on it. It looks prettier with the thin crossing straps of the top running over it. Now your fingers are, too. You can trace Sakuraâs shudders, right from her collared neck to her skirted ass.
Raise your hand high in the air, then slap her supple butt. While youâd tell her itâs to punish her, you think itâs just to hear her moan. It's a carnal instinct. Maybe youâre the animal here with your acts of nature. Doesnât sound right; whether you slap or caress or pinch her, sheâs the ever-loving pet. You notice it in the buckle of her knees and the hot breath that leaves her mouth.Â
Sakura is a cat through and through, but you still like to fuck her doggy style.
âMa-master,â she says upon the first few thrusts. She winces, then cries out a pathetic mewl, then repeats herself. This time, itâs tinier, needier: âMaster, please.â
The innocently designed mirror in her room reflects back anything but innocent doings. You watch her face twist and whine in its glass. Sakuraâs eyes meet yours and sheâs turning red again. You didnât take her for a red foreign cat. You see her more as a black cat.
Sheâs not so unlucky when sheâs providing you this much tightness.
âPlease what?â you chuckle. Your rhythmâs already cruel. âGonna ask for more? Less? No, pet. Youâre getting fucking punished.â
Sheâd definitely ask for more. Her sex drive is more of that of a rabbit than a kitten. Her wet pussy is so drenched that it makes squelching sounds in response to your hips. And, because youâre weak for herâa sucker for anything she wantsâyou give it to her harder.
Instead of grabbing her hips to pump, youâre using the leash. Sakura has to keep herself steady to stop her head from throwing back. Itâs inevitable when your member pulls her apart and makes her take what she used to think she couldnât. The collarâs already making fine lines on her neck.Â
âPunish me, Iâll be a good kitten and obey you, I promise,â she says. Your thrusts get sloppier; her words do as well. âA-ahh, will take your cock any time of the day, on my knees, on the bed, however you like, master.â
God, the thoughts Sakura puts in your head. Theyâll seriously put you at risk one day. Picturing her in those positionsâon her knees sucking away at your length; on the bed like this with her cat ears frisking to and fro; and however you like, which means everythingâimpels you to stuff your rock hard dick in her with a might that shocks even you. See, you can do surprises, too.
âReally now?â Yank. In response, she gasps. Her headband almost falls off. Make the uncharacteristic move as a dominant master to slide it back on.
Sakura nods mindlessly. You know sheâs wordlessly telling the truth. She deserves a good squeeze on her perfect tits for the dedication.
But you raise the stakes. How far can she go as your pet? How far can you go as her master?
âEven if you donât get to cum when you want?â
Itâs laughable how Sakura immediately whines. Looks like her love for your cock is conditional. To make it harder for her, you start to couple your swift pumps with a finger on her clit. One rub, two rubs, and threeâyou might as well be counting sheep with how her eyes close.
That sets her off. Your pet begins to shout. Sheâs never been a girl to talk excessively. Now, itâs the opposite; she babbles and cries and sobs like her life depends on it. For the record, her bliss does, but itâs nowhere as close to her life.
Itâs starting to look like it though. Sakuraâs frenzied actions consist of pushing her core back to you, filling herself up with your cock even if the leash is there to pull her to you, and repeating your title. She fills the pretty, well-furnished bedroom with the dirtiest sounds unapologetically. If your abandoned clothes on the floor had ears, theyâd be deaf by now. Hell, youâre surprised you arenât.
Her pussy gets messier with each pump. Your tip kissing her deepest parts grants you several gushes of need. They fall onto the mattress, their stains becoming a task for later. Your only wish at this moment is to fuck Sakura to her witsâ end.Â
âI need to cum, master,â she says. The alarm in her voice could be mistaken as a warning for a fire or an emergency.Â
Does she really? Youâre not quite sure of that. Continue to give out your punishment. Fuck her like sheâs a catgirl whoâd die if you didnât. Redden her unblemished skin with bruises and marks of your hand. Her holeâs splashing with wetness, and youâre starting to get really close yourself.Â
Sheâs starting to slump. Tears from her eyes blot the white sheets underneath your bodies. âCum, please, I need toâŠâ
One of the final tugs of her leash for the night. With her back to your chest and your mouth next to her ear, you ask her a question that wonât determine her climax. Knowing you, even if she answers wrong, youâre still letting her cream deliciously all over your girth.
âAre you my good kitten?â you rasp in her ear.
âYes!â she instantly replies.
Scoff. âNo, you arenât.â
You firmly rub her clit while bottoming out in her. Sakuraâs throat is sore from screaming although itâs far from the last time sheâll do it.Â
âYouâre not a good kitten when all you want to do is fuck your master instead of obeying him. You just want me to fuck you in every part of the house, fill you over and over. Youâre the bad thing who wanted to be my pet. So what are you, Sakura?â
Sakuraâs hole squeezes you as hard as her collar chokes her neck. Sizable tits bouncing, mouth agape, hands curled on her collar, she replies in the form of another scream.
âA, a bad little kitten, master! His property and plaything, the one he makes cum over and over! So please, master, let me!â
Good answer. âCum.â
âOhhhh!âÂ
Sakura would have collapsed on the bed if it werenât for your hold on her. Her body weakens and fails. The bed is flooded with her climax. Hearing her normally quiet voice reach this level of highness and whininess is an otherworldly experience. Eke more out of her; youâre pumping slowly but surely. Let it possess great impact but measured pace.
âYou okay, pet?â you ask gently.
Sakuraâs delicious, tight body trembles in its lingerie. Her breaths are short and sporadic. Through it all, thereâs a satisfied smile on her face as she nods. It relieves you of the thought that you unknowingly might have gone too far.
âWhy didnât you cum inside me?â
âGood pets get bred, Sakura.â
âSince when did you legit care about me being a good pet?â she laughs.
âEver since I thought youâd like to drink your âmilkâ instead.â
Sakura bites her lip. Itâs deadlier when sheâs wearing that sultry cat lingerie. Your cock remains stiff seeing it.
âOh, master.â She smiles. âI have the perfect place.â
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The Kitty Corner. Not Kitty Korner, for alliterationâs sake, but the Kitty Corner. Cats have favorite places: a shoe, a fluffy tower, the sofa. Sakura is no different. This place, which is the corner of this room, is where she likes it best. Itâs no different from any other room corner save for the plushies that line up on the wall. She likes it pressed against it, on the floor, whatever. But she loves it when she has her head pressed against the corner while you fuck away at her mouth.
This is the first time itâs been given a name, and the first time youâre fucking her to it as her master. You tried to be slow in taking her there, as if you werenât all that excited. But your drag on her leash betrayed your real emotions.
Once Sakura is in position, her tongue sticks out. She must have forgotten that sheâs a kitten, not a puppy. That wonât stop you from sliding yourself inside her warm mouth.
It begins. You rub your cock on her tongue before welcoming it in the hollow of her mouth. Like her pussy, her inviting mouth is wet and ready. Sakura tastes herself on your dick. She licks away at everything: the remnants of her orgasm from under it, your cockhead, your base. Itâs not even her milk yet, but her eyes light up.Â
âBe good,â you warn. âNo biting.â
Her lips lift into a smirk. Then, you feel her teeth graze ever so lightly on you.
At first, you were content to get yourself off in her mouth. You could have chosen to rub your tip on the flat of her tongue or the inside of her cheek. But now, you give out another punishment. You ram your length down her throat. Training doesnât help her avoid gagging for she does it anyway. Now her eyes light up in surprise, too.
âM-mmm!â
âWarned you, kitten,â you say with a laugh.
With only your hand on the back of her head to protect it, you start to fuck Sakuraâs throat. Her gagging only gives more tightness that seals around you. Her airway is shut and itâll be that way for a long time unless she behaves.
Sakura canât even cough or say anything. Itâs painful pleasure with her thighs squirming to give her a little bliss, and your cock not allowing her even a moment to breathe. Youâre not even tugging her anymoreâyouâre putting all the force in shoving yourself inside her, as if you had little time to spare.
Her tongue wiggles about in an attempt for air, but as if you couldnât be more cruel with your training, you close her mouth shut. You warned her, and she still decided to disobey.Â
Her lost breaths warm your cock. Push them back to her throat. This kitten needs to learn her lesson, even if it requires another.Â
As if she couldnât get any lewder, Sakuraâs last resort is to mount the leg of her favorite puppy plushie, the one you gifted her. You bet that the manufacturers didnât know that its use was for her own little pleasure, to serve as a place to grind until the blissful torture ends. She grinds forward and youâre welcomed further in her throat. Thereâs no escape. Does she even want an escape?
You can feel spurts of air from her nostrils. Sheâs getting close. This punishment isnât even a punishment if presented with how her nipples stick out that hard from beneath the fabric, how sheâs riding the toyâs leg, how she licks still and all. Her only signs of resistance are her palms on your thighs.
âThirsty, pet?âÂ
Sakura squeezes her eyes shut, grinds harder, and nods. Her sigh is the closest thing to a verbal response.
âThen have your milk.â
Itâs only then that you loosen your grip on her head. You release inside of her mouth and give her the milk she deserves. Thereâs plenty of it to go around, but itâs all for her. Only for her.
But letting go of her causes her to collapse. Her knees trip over nothing and send her falling onto her plush. The cum spills down Sakuraâs chest and midriff like an explicit rainfall. She gasps for air, torn between trying to swallow the cum and catching her breath.
At least thereâs the puppy plushie to embrace her.
A kitten and a puppy.
How ironic.
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Beautiful.
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âAre you a good kitten?â
âYes?â she asks hopefully, exhaustedly.Â
âOf course not.â You pat her head. Still your little pet. âYouâre the best.â
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Christmas Wish (Female Idols)
Author: Merry Christmas everyone, here is my special holidays oneshot. I may or may not write a New Year's special sequel as I did plan to write a smut into this but I didn't have the time and energy spent on the Holiday mayhem. Anyway, hope you enjoy and if you want to check out more stories go to Masterlist.
Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, holy night Shepherds quake at the sight Glories stream from heaven afar Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia Christ the Savior is born Christ the Savior is born
Silent night, holy night Son of God, love's pure light Radiant beams from Thy holy face With the dawn of redeeming grace Jesus Lord, at Thy birth Jesus Lord, at Thy birth
Y/N's POV
It was another night of singing Christmas carols in my local church theatre, just like every year on the holidays. Despite the years that had passed, everyone showed up in droves, and family and friends came together.
Some are apart for most of the year for study or work, and seeing them come together again as a union once more makes me envy them.
My whole life I grew up as an orphan, I don't even know what my family looks like or what it's even like to have one. I was unwanted, cast aside, and not even worth a penny in this society.
Then why do I sing these stupid Christmas carols? I don't even know myself... Maybe because it's all I know because there's nowhere to go? Perhaps.
But the real reason doesn't matter much now, does it? No, not really. I don't even know the meaning of life, and I have no idea of my purpose.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you all for taking the time to come to this wonderful Christmas chorale this evening! It was such a pleasure to always host this yearly tradition in this glamorous town! And it's such a wonderful feeling seeing all of you reunited with family and friends you may not have seen in years, now, please give a warm applause to our singers!" The host spoke to the crowd and they all cheered as they clapped the sounds echoing in the church.
As we all dispersed from our group, I didn't even bother staying for the after-party as nobody cared about me and wouldn't notice I was gone. I knew I was simply a meaningless character in the background of everyone's story.
Once I walked inside the comfort of my apartment I sighed as I closed the door, I sat down on the couch cracking open a bottle of apple soju from the fridge just dazing in my thoughts.
"Silent night~. Holy night~. Yeah, shut the fuck up..." I said to myself as that stupid chorale was stuck playing in my head as if the Universe was mocking me.
Why does my life fucking suck? I don't know and I don't even care at this point... Because what's the point in life anymore?
Everyone has a purpose in life, whether to be working, being a celebrity for everyone to admire and fan over, or whatever that may be. But here I am slouching in my apartment like a waste of space in this world.
What is my damn purpose here? To be a pathetic joke and stain on society? Wow, what a way to start my life and this will likely stay that way forever.
Looking at the clock, I sighed deeply as it was nearly time for me to go to work, I slipped on my shopkeeper's uniform before heading into the store to relieve my co-worker who was wrapping up his shift for the day.
"Ah, Merry Christmas, Y/N, right on time as usual," He greeted and I nodded.
"Busy today?" I asked and he nodded.
"Yup, the store's been packed with tourists all day, but tonight should be slow since nobody is out at night so it should be a pretty slow and chill shift for you," He sighed as he grabbed his things.
I watched as my co-worker walked out of the store and into the winter snow as the sun was slowly starting to set down and darkness slowly began taking over the city.
Settling down on the stand, I placed in headphones listening to chill music to pass the time as I stared at the empty store, even though this was going to be boring as hell it was free money for me and I pretty much had the run of the store.
I did ring out a few late-night customers that I see every night buying beer and smokes along with snacks but other than that the streets are empty.
"That would be all tonight for you miss?" I asked politely and the customer nodded.
"Yes please," She replied as I rang up her items.
Just as I was about to finish up the transaction I heard the doorbell ringing, glancing to see who was entering, it was a woman wearing a black mask and a black winter coat wearing high heels with black stockings.
This made me raise an eyebrow as I had never seen the woman around here before, I thanked the lady for shopping there as I handed her the bag of her stuff, and I silently watched the strange woman as the lady walked out of the store.
I sighed leaning back on the chair as I quietly watched the woman browse the snack and beer section with a hint of curiosity but I kept it subtle so as not to create an awkward situation.
About maybe five minutes later, she grabbed some snacks along with the most expensive wine available which is a bit surprising as nobody has ever purchased it as long as I worked here.
"Hello, miss, will this be all tonight?" I asked in that same professional and polite tone.
The lady didn't reply but just nodded and I shrugged as I assumed she wasn't a talker, I ringed up her snacks but when I rang up the wine the POS locked me out requiring me to enter a date of birth.
"Can I see your ID real quick?" I asked politely and she seemed hesitant.
"Sorry miss, but if you don't show me your ID, I cannot sell you this," I informed her and she sighed as she pulled out her wallet before showing me her ID card.
Reading the date of birth the expiration date along with the authenticity, everything seemed to check out as she was above the age of 18 but the issue was her face as she was wearing the mask.
"Again, I'm sorry, but could pull down your mask? I need to see if the picture on your ID matches yours," I instructed and she seemed a bit irritated.
"Come on, I'm over 18, and I got places to be," She complained and I sighed as it seemed she was another difficult customer.
"I deeply apologize ma'am, but this is the law we're talking about here and I unfortunately don't make the rules here. Either show your face or you'll have to leave the wine behind," I explained to her and she huffed still refusing.
Just as I was about to take the wine off, I heard the doorbell ringing and another lavish woman walked in looking confused.
"Yah, Chewie, what's taking so long?" She asked her.
"Well, this idiot here thinks my ID isn't mine," The woman nicknamed Chewie answered and she sighed.
"Probably because we're wearing masks. Just do it, Chewie, before we're late, and besides, nobody else is here at this hour," the strange lady pointed out, and Chewie rolled her eyes.
Reluctantly, the woman pulled down her mask and picture on the ID, and her face checked out, allowing the transaction to finish up and me to not have to put up with her rich, snotty attitude.
"I'm sorry about that, sir. She doesn't get along with strangers well," the lady apologized on her behalf.
"No worries, it's part of the job," I assured and the lady sighed in relief seeing I wasn't too angry about the petty issue.
As they grabbed the bag of items, I watched them leave making me sigh in relief as I could get back to my other duties. I have dealt with many stupid customers in the past but this was a first, having some rich snot thinking they're above everyone else and the law.
I shrugged it off as I went to cook up some fresh hot dogs for the hot food stock along with pretzels stuffing the pre-made dough in the oven.
After I finished restocking the store, I wiped down the counter when I heard the doorbell ringing again and I looked up to see a couple of women wearing the same masks as the previous two did but their clothing was more casual this time instead of the lavish designer clothes.
Naturally, I kept my guard up and ready for their nonsensical rich crap as I wiped down the counter until the two women walked up to me holding a couple of cases of soju.
"Good evening, ladies, will this be all today?" I asked politely.
"Yup, that will be all, do you need to see our IDs?" One of them asked and I was a bit surprised.
"Uhm, yes, please," I answered they showed their IDs without a fuss and pulled down masks proving the pictures matched.
"Aight, your ladies check out," I informed them.
"By any chance, did our little friend Chewie give you any trouble tonight?" Haseul asked kindly and I raised an eyebrow.
"Who again?" I asked a bit confused.
"You know, the tall Taiwanese woman that just walked in here," Heejin chimed in and I chuckled.
"Eh, somewhat, nagging about pulling down her mask," I answered but also kept it professional and they giggled.
"Yeah, she's like that, that's why we don't often take her out much because she always causes trouble and we can't have news reporting scandals about her, can we?" Haseul mentioned as she inserted her credit card into the pin pad.
"What do you mean?" I asked and they seemed surprised by my question.
Haseul and Heejin looked at each other for a moment, somehow assuming that I might've heard about them like they were some sort of celebrities. Or perhaps they are and I live under a rock.
"N-Nevermind, how much do I owe?" Haseul asked giving a nervous smile and I told her the amount due.
Once the transaction was complete I handed over the receipt and they left without saying another word. I grabbed the cleaning cloth when I noticed Haseul had left her phone on my counter.
I grabbed the phone and rushed out of the store but by the time I got out, I watched them start their car and drive away and I sighed as I went back into the store seeing no point in chasing after them.
Getting back behind the counter trying to figure out what to do next, after thinking for some time I got an idea, I grabbed a paperclip in the drawer and bent it out to make a needle.
I take the phone out of its case carefully making sure I don't damage or scratch anything, I find the hole on the side and insert the needle popping out the SIM card slot.
"Bingo," I muttered holding the SIM card.
Seeing there were no customers around and the store was neat and tightly for now, I had plenty of spare time to kill as I took out my laptop plugged the SIM card into the slot, and used software to decode the information and find her phone number.
When I finished getting the necessary information, I managed to write down her number before sending her a text informing her that she had left her phone at my store.
I placed my phone down feeling rather odd at how she easily trusted me despite being a stranger to her, I guess she must be that busy and desperate to trust me that much.
Welp, there's nothing much more I can do about it unfortunately and I can only wait until my shift is over so I can turn her phone over.
Looking up the address on Google, it luckily wasn't too far away and within walking distance, but it's also impressive that they are located in the most expensive hotel in the city which shouldn't be all that surprising.
When I finally finished my shift, I made my way to the hotel but as I was walking I just wondered why Haseul didn't ask how I got her number in the first place. Strange now I think about it...
Whatever, the least I can do now is return her phone and get out of their hair for good, and it's not like they'll drag me into their hotel room and make me their pet, right? Some sort of delusional Christmas wish.
Anyway, I finally made my way through the hotel lobby after getting the number of their room, I hopped onto the elevator to the top floor, making my way through the corridor filled with pots of plants and statues.
Walking past the various rooms, I managed to find the right one, I took a breath before hitting the doorbell button.
"Who could that be?!" I heard a female voice ask loudly.
"I hope it's not a saesang! Let me check!"
Hearing footsteps coming upon the door, assuming the person was looking through the peephole, the door opened soon after.
"Can I help you?" A squirrel-looking Japanese woman asked and I held up Haseul's phone.
"I came to return Haseul's phone, I believe this belongs to her," I informed her handing over the phone to her.
"Oh, why thank you but how did you find it?" The woman asked cautiously.
"Haseul texted me to come here, I used the SIM card to track her number... I hope that doesn't sound too creepy, I didn't know what else to do," I explained nervously hoping that they don't call the cops on me.
The woman looked at me checking me out and making sure I wasn't some creepy stalker or hacker coming to steal her information or something.
Soon after, she called Haseul over and she came over soon after sighing in relief that I arrived before handing back her phone.
"Oh, thank you so much! You're a real lifesaver!" Haseul thanked me profusely.
"Yeah, it's no problem, Noona, Merry Christmas," I replied and was about to walk away.
"Hold it!"
I froze in place, slowly turning around to see what they wanted, my stomach hung in balance as I could only imagine the worst about to come.
"You really thought we'd let you leave without thanking you properly~?" Haseul asked with a warm smile and I raised an eyebrow.
"Uhh... What?" I asked.
"What she's saying is that we want you to stay for the party, if you're free of course," Nayeon chimed in and my eyes widened.
Well, I'll fucking be...
"Uh... yeah, I am," I confessed nervously and Nayeon came forward taking my arm and dragging me into their room almost seeming the ridiculous Christmas wish was coming true after all... At least most of it.
As Nayeon got me inside the room, the squirrel woman closed the door behind us, I was taken into the living room where I was astonished to see it was all girls.
"Oh, Haseul, is that Y/N? The one you kept talking about?" A Thomas-looking woman asked and Haseul nodded.
"Well, he is cute,"
"Is he staying for the party?"
"Ugh, why is he here?"
"Yah! Chewie, be nice to our guest for once!"
"Hmph!"
As the Japanese woman introduced herself, Sana seated me on the couch next to her, keeping her arm locked around mine. The girls just chuckled amusingly, seeing how clingy she was around me.
"Yah, miss flirt, you might give the guy a nosebleed if you keep holding him like that?" Jeongyeon pointed out at Sana pressing her boobs on my arm and she giggled only putting more pressure.
"So what if I do? I do enjoy pampering... Especially young men," She replied with a sultry tone as she caressed my chest making me gulp.
"Oh, God, Unnie, you always are a creep. You know that?" Tzuyu rolled her eyes, but Sana took no notice.
"Don't worry about them sweetheart, I have a surprise Christmas present waiting in the bedroom... If you know what I mean~," She giggled in a flirty way and I swore I felt my nose was about to bleed any second.
Soon after, the sassy idol Chaewon approached me, wrapping an arm around mine and forcing me away from her, but Sana brought me back.
"Yah! I saw him first!" Sana bickered.
"No! I won't let you corrupt him! Especially on the Holidays!" Chaewon replied as she continued tugging at me.
"Yah! Girls enough already!" JiU butted in breaking them and sighing in relief as I felt I was gonna get split into two.
"Look, girls, like Chaewon said, it's the Holiday season, and Christmas is around the corner. How about we all just enjoy each other's company while it lasts? We've all had a busy year, and we certainly don't need to add more problems right now, so how about we move on and enjoy ourselves?" Jihyo proposed, and the girls agreed.
"Does that mean I go home?" I asked raising my hand and the girls all shook their heads.
"No!" They all said in unison and I sighed.
When the party was done being set up for tonight, the girls went out shopping, of course, I was dragged along against my will with Gaeul, Handong, Sana, and Chaewon.
We all split into multiple groups, and I stayed with the four girls, who kept me in place and took me around the massive mall full of toy shops, gaming surplus, and much more as the girls shopped for clothes.
"First off, my dear, let's upgrade that Dinosaur of a phone," Handong pointed out.
"But it's the iPhone 4..." I mentioned and Gaeul facepalmed making me confused as this is the latest phone... At least that's what I thought.
"Pabo! Were you living under a rock? Come, let us show you the magic of modern technology," Chaewon said, taking my hand and leading me into the Apple store.
Looking around, I marveled at the accessories for Airpods, Beats, and iPads, and I was surprised to see the new iPhone lineup. I was living under a rock, being so busy with work and staying at my apartment most of the time.
One of the staff members approached, asking if they needed assistance. The girls asked the guy for the most expensive iPhone they had, and he took us over to the iPhone 16 Pro Max, which made my jaw drop as it was a whopping $1,599, the initial price for 1 TB.
Of course, being idols this was nothing to them as they paid for the new phone and soon set me up with the new model.
"Jeez, I know I returned your phone but this is quite a bit much," I commented checking out my new phone.
"No worries, dear, this will not even be close to denting our bank accounts compared to the rest of the shopping trip," Sana giggled.
"So best prepare yourself to be spoiled all day," Chaewon said, and I sighed as I was dragged along with them.
The entire day was spent just the girls buying shit for me like luxury brands like Gucci, Louis Vuitton, and even Lego sets that I've wanted. All of this would've made me broke but I guarantee none of these expenses wasn't even close to making dents to their accounts.
"Come on, Y/N, we still got more shops to look at! I gotta get Christmas gifts for my family!" Chaewon said in a demanding tone as she held my hand.
"Oh, yeah, that reminds me I need to find something for my siblings," Sana remembered as she looked around the stores.
"Same, I gotta find gifts for my parents," Handong mentioned.
"I also have to find a gift for my Oppa and parents," Gaeul chimed as she looked around the stores to see if there were gifts they might like.
Following the girls around various stores, it felt like forever as the girls searched the clothing stores and jewelry shops until they finally settled on the perfect presents.
"Ah, this is perfect! My Eomma is gonna love this!" Sana said in a satisfied manner as she inspected the custom butterfly necklace that was laced with diamonds.
"Wow, that is so pretty, Unnie!" Gaeul agreed.
Wrapping up the Christmas mall shopping, we all reunited holding multiple shopping bags but I saw Jihyo holding the most compared to me.
"You gonna lend a girl a hand~?" Jihyo playfully asked and I looked down seeing my hands were full as it is.
"Kidding, Y/N, I see you're hands look like they're about to fall off and I've handled more bags than this, especially when the girls go out shopping in many places around the world," Jihyo chuckled.
We walked to the two vans we took to drive here placing all the bags into the trunks before I joined Gaeul and the three girls in one of the vans.
"You look tired, my dear, you can lay your head on my shoulder or lap if you want~," Sana offered wrapping an arm around my waist.
"Yah! No, listen to that old hag! My body is more comfy!" Gaeul rebutted and they bickered making me groan as I leaned against the headrest enduring the noisy girls the entire ride.
Once we finally made it back to the hotel, we carried the shopping bags inside the room making sigh in relief as the bags were heavy as hell.
The girls were starving, of course, JiU, Haseul, and Jihyo agreed to order room service making lots of orders as the girls wrote down what they wanted.
"So what do you want, my dear, Y/N~?" Heejin asked handing over the paper and pen.
"Uhm, not sure if I want... Hehe," I politely declined and she pouted.
"Oh, come on, Y/N, it's on us and we did promise to spoil you~," Heejin insisted and I sighed as I couldn't resist that adorable pout.
Writing down what I wanted the girls chimed in money to pay for the food before making the order on the phone, Choerry and Liz sat next to me hugging me from both sides.
"So how do you think of the party so far~?" Choerry playfully asked.
"It's something... Though I never expected to be here for simply returning a phone," I nervously answered and they giggled.
"I know, kinda reminds you of one of those Wattpad fanfictions, huh?" Liz asked and I found it funny now I think about it.
"And would you know that, Liz?" Leeseo asked raising an eyebrow and Liz blushed almost sheepishly admitting she had been reading fan fiction.
"Oh, no worries, Liz! I think we all have read some of them at one point, I do find them interesting and some are quite ho-" SuA was about to say but Yves quickly covered her mouth.
"Hey! We have babies here!" Yves shushed her as she pointed at Leeseo and Eunchae.
"But I'm an adult now, right~?" Eunchae teasingly mentioned.
"Doesn't matter! You are still a baby!" Yves refuted and Eunchae pouted.
Just as I thought Liz and Choerry were enough, I found Yeojin sitting on my lap and curling up to me. She hugged me and nuzzled her face into my neck, which I found oddly cute.
"Yah! Yeojin! I want a turn!" Eunchae demanded but Yeojin stuck out her tongue in a mockery manner making the girls roll their eyes playfully watching the Maknaes fighting over my attention.
Well, my friends, I guess the lesson here is that you should expect the unexpected, especially during the Holiday season. Here I am, a background character being the main protagonist in this new world.
What do I expect next? I don't know, but I do know that I am not going anywhere with them all over me. Merry Christmas.
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