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idk why but i agreed to babysit my friend's kid tomorrow and im kinda shitting my pants now
#kids are so intimidating for no reason#like what do i do with her do we just play dolls and watch princess movies all day? đ#i am NOT good with that stuff at all#at least my bf will be there too and he has younger siblings so i think i'll just let him take the lead đ«Ą#carly's yap session áŻâ
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summary ËË°âą*ââ· sukuna loves you and his daughter to death. you two were his all - so what does he do when his little girl tells him she has a boyfriend?
cw; none. fluff, sukuna x reader, daughter is a cutie and so is her bf <3
request by @lovelymuffin! Â
You and your daughter were out on a walk, hand in hand through Sukuna's palace garden as you enjoyed the warm weather. The flowers always managed to put you in a good mood -
So when you see a servants son approaching your daughter with a rose from the garden in the palm of his hand, you can't stop yourself from smiling at the sight
He couldn't have been more than seven years old, holding a small pink rose in his little out stretched hand with a shy smile painting his rosy cheeks - your little girl only stared back - taking the rose from his slowly.
Well, until she deicded to tackle him with a hug.
You let out a yelp - mainly out of concern for the little boy, but when you hear his cry of laughter as they roll around in the dirt, you're crouching beside them with your own smile as your daughter thanks him profusely over and over again - cheeks flushed as her small hand holds up the rose like it was the greatest thing she'd ever been given.
The following weeks flew by - and their friendship only grew. It was a beautiful thing - and you felt greatful you were able to watch it bloom from the very beginning. Or, it was what you believed to be friendship.
So when she mentions her boyfriend during dinner, you're choking on your bite with widened eyes as Sukuna's head snaps towards her with lightening speed - you can hear the clatter of the fork in his hand hit the plate while he tries to process the words he just heard from his little princess's mouth.
"Boyfriend?"
His voice is uncharacteristically devoid of any emotion as your daughter continues chewing on her dinner mindlessly, playing with her small knight and princess figurines as she swallows her bite with a grin
"Yup! We're gonna get married!" She squeals, pressing the kinght's face against the princess's - the two dolls kissed as she proclaimed them husband and wife with a finality in her voice that had Sukuna struggling to keep his eye from twitching
His head slowly turns towards you - and the look in his eyes, god he looked like he was going to murder every single person in the palace with a single, heartless blow.
"Sukuna..." You warn, wincing when the utensil in his other hand - a knife, one made from the finest metal in the kingdom, is bent in half from the mere pressure of his fingers against the metal
He didn't even seem to notice as he turned back to the little girl with hardened eyes
"And just who is your so called boyfriend?" He says, his voice coming out as calm as he could make it - a way to coax your little girl into unknowingly revealing the sacred name without understanding Sukuna was fully prepared to slice the boy into more pieces that she could count
"Oh! His name is - "
"Sukuna! Can we talk please?" You voice breaks through, cutting off your daughter as she blinks up at the two of you - confused but deciding to continue playing with her toys and leaving the two of you to talk
Once you drag him away to a secluded area, he spins on you almost immediately
"Tell me his name."
The way he's impatiently tapping his foot against the tiled floor was near horrifying - he truly intended to end this boy.
"Sukuna, listen to me. Lay a finger on him and I will smother you in your sleep, do you understand?" You say, your finger poking his chest as he blinks in disbelief, grabbing your hand that poked at his chest and clasping it over his own
"Really? HAH! That kid is dead."
Yet here Sukuna was, crammed into a little chair with a pink glittery crown on his head as he stared daggers at his daughter's boyfriend - they were all at a small tea party the little girl had arranged for the two of them to meet
The boy smiled shyly, sipping the imaginary tea in his cup as he politely listened to your daughter tell her father about how nice and fun the boy - Yuzuki had brown hair that curled and fell around his face - framing it as he sat in servant attire with a smile on his adorable little face
"Uh - sir, the tea." Yuzuki says, a little pout on his face as Sukuna realized his tea cup - the one filled with imaginary tea, was tipped upside down. So the invisible tea was falling all over the floor. Great.
Sukuna narrows his eyes at the boy, heart beating erratically with nothing but fury - How dare he -
"Papa's tea!" Your daughter yells, her hand reaching out to try and catch Sukuna's tea cup as her frantic self moves forward
You're instinctively reaching your hand out towards her from across the table - realizing as she leaned on her chair to grab Sukuna's falling teacup, her own chair was tipping over. She'd be hitting the tiled floor face first if no one caught her -
Sukuna had failed to notice she was falling because his attention was focused solely on the seven year old boy in front of him. So when he watched the boy outstretch his arm towards your daughter and catch her - saving her from a near concussion, he can't stop his eyes from widening just the slightest bit.
Huh. Maybe he's not that bad.
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"Papa. There's no need to try and hide your smile. We can see you!" Your little girl - no, your now very much big girl, says as she smiles at her father
"Tch. What are you on about." Sukuna mutters, eyes moving when a grinning Yuzuki comes out of his dressing room - he was head to toe in groom attire, the lavish colors of black and white swirling together
"Oh Yuzuki."
It only takes a few moments for you and your daughter to reach the boy, fawning all over him as he blushes and insists he doesn't look half as handsome as they're claiming. He's smiling softly when you pinch his cheek and tell him to hush, promising you've never seen anyone more handsome.
"Yes you have. Me." Sukuna mutters, finally approaching the three of you with his usual stoic expression as Yuzuki's back straightens
The boy had always been one to go great lengths in order to show Sukuna just how much he cared about your daughter. He soon learned - the King of Curses was very hard to convince.
"You look.. good." Sukuna settles on, watching the corner of Yuzuki's lips lift as your daughter laughs
"He basically just said you look handsome!" She says, and Sukuna scowls as he opens his mouth to deny her very true statement as you wrap a gentle arm around your husband - a tactic you used to calm him down
"Yuzuki doesn't need Sukuna to say it - we can all see how lovely you look musuko." You say softly, and you can recognize the gleam of unshed tears in Yuzuki's eyes at your words
Musuko. Meaning, son.
"Let's call someone over to have the clothing wrapped." You daughter says, gently pulling on your arm and tugging you away - leaving Sukuna and the boy alone.
Sukuna shifts his head to look at the boy - the one's he's watched grow into the person he is today. He couldn't say the words - not now, perhaps later - but he was proud of who Yuzuki had become.
"Hurt her and I'll kill you."
Yuzuki merely grins, reaching a hand over and clasping it over Sukuna's shoulder with a lovesick smile spread over his handsome features
"I could say the same for you." He replies cooly, his eyes watching you and your daughters retreating figures as Sukuna fights the smile threatening to slip
Bastard said he'd killed me. Insignificant punk said he'd kill me.
Sukuna doesn't say anything. He doesn't move Yuzuki's hand off his shoulder, either. Instead, he lets the boy hold him as Sukuna finally smiles.
His daughter was in good hands.
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can I request old man Logan where heâs looking for his glasses and he finds the reader sitting in his seat wearing them & teasing him how can he see without them. Then something primal inside him overcomes him to put her in her place
I hope thatâs not too silly of a request I just drool over old man Logan especially with his glasses
you know iâm no good | logan howlett
i love this old man⊠i need him like air!!! ackkkk </3. tysm for sending this request in, we all need a grumpy logan in our lives :3 also i just read the old man logan comics and lord!!! i absolutely need to write more of himmmm
pairing: old man!logan x younger!reader
content/tags: NSFW minors dni, 18+ only, implied age gap (reader is in their 20âs), soft dom!logan, afab!reader, boot riding, smut, daddy kink, swearing, pet names (princess, doll, etc), a little bit of dacryphilia, logan refers to himself as an old man, porn w a lil bit of plot if you squint, crybaby!reader
you absolutely love the way loganâs glasses hang off of his nose bridgeâalways making sure when youâre peppering his face in kisses, you kiss the little bump that accentuates his features.
logan was a little embarrassed at first, wearing his glasses around you. thought it made him look older, already felt senile just taking them out of the case.
âcâmon!â you tease, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. âi like the way you look in them,â you push him further, toying with the frames of his glasses.
âi look older in âem,â he says, playing off your kind words, ânever was a fan of wearing them in the first place,â logan continues to drone on.
âcharles says otherwise,â you snap back, your fingers playing where his glasses sit on his ears, flipping the glasses slightly up and down off his nose bridge.
logan chuckles, allowing you to continue playing with his glasses. âfine, iâll wear âem,â he obliges much quicker than you thought he wouldâgod knows the man loves to put on a fight.
but for you? heâd fold instantly. thatâs what you do to him, youâre his little soft spot.
âonly âcause you like it, princess.â
so when time passes, and you start to see him wear his glasses less and less, you decide to mess around with him a bitâgive him a little surprise!
now here you are, sat in his armchair with a small smirk forming at the corner of your lips. your legs crossed, eyes peering up at him, but this timeâhis glasses perched on your nose.
logan approaches you slowly, his footsteps heavy, his figure towering over yours. heâs just come home from work, dressed up in his black and white suit, his tie slightly undone. he looks especially tired, like heâs had a long day.
âyou broke your promise,â you trail off quietly, losing your smugness as logan looks down at you, his eyes sullen. âforgot these at home,â you continue, pointing at the glasses.
you try to ease the tension in the air by cracking a joke. âbet you couldnât even drive straight without these.â
your words draw no reaction from logan. itâs painfully obvious that heâs drained from the day, and has no patience for whatever you have planned.
âi donât have time for this,â he shrugs you off, pulling at your arm to get you up on your feet, âget âoutta my spot, need to have some fuckinâ peace for onceâ.
you hate when logan gets like this, refusing to let you know whatâs occupying his thoughts, keeping you in the darkâpushing you away.
so being the stubborn girl you are, you stay limp, refusing to move from the armchair. âno.â you retort, voice low and quiet.
logan can obviously lift you out of the chair with no issues, no tugging on your wrists or anything of the sort. but he sees that youâre at least trying to ease him up, make him feel the tiniest bit better. so he bites.
âcanât hear âya, princessâ logan says, the timbre of his voice gravelly, his eyebrow now raised, watching for your next move.
âno.â you respond sternly, shifting your weight further into the leather, tugging your arm away from his grasp.
something inside logan snaps. maybe itâs just âcause he had a bad day at work, or perhaps he just got riled up, seeing you get all bratty with him. knowing him, it was probably a combination of the two.
âno?â he mocks, sounding bitter as he lets out a tsk. âwrong fuckinâ answer, sweetheart.â
and thatâs when the mood changes. the tension is still there, but thereâs a shift. you feel your stomach turn, in a weird, twisted wayâaroused by the way logan looks down at you with displeasure.
âneed me to put you in your place, huh?â logan spits out, grabbing you by the wrist, finally pulling you out of the armchair.
taking little effort, he makes you stumble to your knees, your palms hitting the ground of the hardwood floor. youâre kneeled in front of logan, feeling foolish, stupid for trying to pester him after a long day.
âmâsorry,â you mutter, eyes glued to the floor, his glasses sliding low on your nose.
logan perches down to your height, bending down so that heâs level to your ears. âitâs a bit too late for apologies now, doll,â he coos, cupping your face with one of his hands.
he squishes your cheeks together, making it so that youâre looking up at him now. his eyes are sullen, facial features stern, the bags under his eyes a bit darker than usual.
streams of sorry, sorry, sorry is all you can manage let out of your pretty little mouth. you feel so guilty, upsetting him. sure, you had no ill intentions, but you know you pushed himâyou shouldâve just gotten out of the stupid chair, couldâve avoided this stupid mess.
the thoughts continue to drill into your brain, the regret. your eyes start to get teary, you just canât help it. after everything that loganâs done, all the shit heâs been through, you didnât wanna add onto his problems, cause any unnecessary stress in his life.
âdonât cry, princessâ he consoles you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. logan steadies himself back up, seating himself into the leather armchair where you once sat.
you shift around, slotting yourself between his legs, your pink, teary eyes looking up at him. âmâsorry still, didnât wanna make you mad,â you sniffled out, taking off his glasses, placing them on the coffee table.
you leaned your head against his leg, your cheek nuzzling into the fabric of his slacks, your tears staining the pants a darker shade of black.
logan looked down at you, his tired eyes admiring the way you sat below him, practically worshiping him. âyouâre just needy for your old man, hm?â he says, patting your head gently as you continue to weep.
âcanât help it, lo,â you murmur, tears becoming less frequent as he continues to tangle his fingers in your hair. âyouâve been gone a lot.â
your eyes fall down to his black leather dress shoes, the stitching of the shoes frayed, the material slightly worn at the edges. your fingertips play with the toe of his boots, trying to ground yourself.
âi know, i know, doll,â he replies, wiping away a stray tear from your cheek, his eyes catching the way you were staring intently at his shoes. âshow me how much you missed me.â
your mind is still racing, trying to find a way to ease the pain you felt on your heart, the residing guilt you felt from earlier.
thatâs âtill you let your body think for itself, mindlessly hovering your clothed cunt on top of his boot. your breath stutters, trying to make sense of your actions, but itâs the last thing you wanna do.
all you want to do is turn your brain offïżœïżœmake sure that the pain goes away, that all your troubles could be temporarily solved.
âneed this, need you,â you whine, placing yourself firmly on his boot, slowly grinding against him, pressing the temple of your head onto loganâs knee.
logan feels himself hardening at the sight of you getting off on him, his cock twitching as you paw at his slacks, your roaming hands finding their way to his crotch.
âfuckâŠâ he hisses out, tilting his heels slightly upwards, making it so that the toe of his shoes angles right against your cunt. âmy filthy girl just needed her old man to comfort her, yeah?â
you moan out in pleasure, your eyes shutting tight as you pace yourself, rutting against the rugged leather rhythmically. your cunt was leaking with your arousal, the excess slowly dripping down the sides of his shoes.
âmissed you⊠so bad⊠d-daddy,â you cried out in between pants, your breath quivering, feeling the pressure in your core building up. âdonât know what iâd do⊠without âyaâŠâ
âyou donât need to worry about that, princess,â logan coos, âdaddyâs right here,â he punctuates by nestling the toe of his shoe deeper inside your messy cunt.
âshut your pretty little brain off and keep riding me like that.â
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Boyfriend!Eddie finds your porn history. Eddie Munson x female reader. Smut. Blurbđ
Word count- 1.2k
đ âHey baby.. umm I donât wanna embarrass you..âEddie was sprawled across the couch, his limbs representing an octopus whilst his curls fell down the arm of the couch. You had let him borrow your laptop, Dustin had split soda over Eddieâs during their latest dnd campaign. He smiles as he notices your wall-paper is a picture of the pair of you, that trip to the forest was one of your favourites.
âHuh?â You spoke, confusion filling the air. You were easily embarrassed so just the thought of being embarrassed made your face flush. âItâs just, I lost my page I was working on so- so I went on the history page to find it again. But I didnât just find my campaign document, I saw your umm history. Baby I, I donât want you to be embarrassed I mean we all do it right?â Your face burns under his words, you know exactly what heâs stumbled across.
âSeriously doll, your choices here.. My innocent little girl, isnât so innocent huh?âHe smirks, eyes gazing over your flushed face. You feel stuck to the floor, like any moment now the ground is going to open up and swallow you whole. âEddie-â You finally manage to muster up the courage to speak, your words causing your stomach to churn in shyness. âItâs okay. Itâs all okay princess. Iâm impressed, I mean letâs see here. âBlonde babe worships her step-fatherâs sweaty ballsâ Well thatâs filthy isnât it? âAnal trainingâ Oh? You want me to take that other little hole for a test drive? âDouble penetration mmf threesome.â Sweet girl I had no idea you could be so kinky! Look at this here. âSubmissive girl has play time with Daddy.â Is that me? Iâm your daddy?â He teases, his smirk practically audible in his voice as he teases. Your embarrassed self canât handle much more. He was never meant to see this, these searches they were just late night curiosity. Late night self pleasure when Eddie couldnât be there with you.
You nod, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Your hands need to be doing something as the anxiety reaches your throat. You swallow it down and gulp in nervousness as Eddie walks towards you. He takes his hand and caresses your face softly. His touch both exhilarating and comforting under the current circumstances. âYou werenât meant to see that.â You swallow the saliva collected in your mouth. âItâs just⊠porn. For when youâre not here and I- well you know the rest.â You speak so quietly that you could hear a pin drop in the room, the atmosphere was tense but he couldnât seem more relaxed. Eddieâs smile beams, under the knowledge they were really your searches and you didnât try and lie your way out of it.
âAnd are those the sorts of desires my princess has been having on those oh-so-lonely nights where sheâs banished to stay in her castle?â He speaks in his dungeon master voice, running his index finger down your throat, smirking as he watches your throat gulp and the goosebumps appearing down your neck and arms. Your feet feel superglued to the floor, stuck in confrontation you can do nothing but stare at the carpet, looking your boyfriend in the eye seems alien in this moment.
âYes. But donât think you have to indulge me! If youâre not comfortable we never have to do any of that. Iâll never force you Eds.â You babble, worrying about every word in your speech sounding patronising or rude. You look up to him, doe-eyed with a hint of regret. He smiles, holding the back of your head softly. Cupping your chin with his finger he raises your head to meet him at eye level.
âOh darling girl. How naive. I would move the heavens and earth for you. Youâre asking me to fill both of your holes, let you call me daddy and worship my balls while theyâre sweaty? Itâs filthy. Itâs a little taboo. Perverse maybe. Letting my girl worship me and being able to spoil both of her holes with pleasure? Itâs a mere inconvenience, I mean youâre really gonna have to pay me back for this sweetheart you know.â Eddie jokes, speaking in his dungeon master voice again. Knowing that voice always flusters you, as if you needed to be any more flustered.
Staring at the floor, âSo youâre okay with it?â You ask earnestly. âMore than okay. In fact, come to think of it.. I havenât showered yet today. Definitely havenât shaved my balls in ummmm ever? How about you take that pretty face of yours down there and make your daddy feel good?â You needed no further encouragement, youâd already been hiding your arousal from the embarrassment of being found out about your kinks, humiliation being another one.
You unbuckled and shimmied off Eddieâs jeans, palming him through his boxers as he grunts your name and several curse words. He was hard as a rock already, and a small wet patch over his boxers where heâd begun to leak a bead of pre-cum. Instincts took after and you licked up the wet stripe of his underwear, vaguely tasting his salty fluid. With your face so close to his underwear clad genitals, you couldnât help but breathe in his scent. The odour of sweat and pre-cum mixed together was your perfect aphrodisiac. Nestling your face into his hard on, you inhale all you can of him. Eddie slides off his boxers and takes his cock into his hand, jerking it slowly whilst looking down at you. You look up with âfuck meâ eyes and a cheeky smile, removing his hand from his length.
You lean upwards, placing your nose under his cock. His pubes tickle your nose as you lick circles over his fuzzy balls, swallowing the loose hairs that collect on your tongue. âDirty fucking girl arenât you? So gross.â Eddie mutters through his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. You smirk, all innocence leaving your body. You steady your hand on the tip of his cock as it begins to leak again, taking one of his balls into your mouth and suckling as if it was a pacifier. You speak as best as you can whilst sucking onto him. The noises you make arenât translate-able, theyâre more-so moans and groans. âDonât speak with your mouthful angel.â Eddie coos, taking your hair into a ponytail and holding it behind your head. He forces his ball out of your mouth and guides your mouth onto his cock. âMâso close.â He grunts as he fucks your mouth, pulling you backwards and forwards onto his dick so far down your throat that youâre gagging. You slurp up the salvia that begins to dangle from his length. He comes undone in your mouth, emptying the fuzzing balls that were once in your mouth and you taste the liquid that youâve had a hunger for. A rope of cum hangs from your lip and he wipes it up with his finger, before helping you swallow the last drop from sucking it up off of his finger.
âThank you daddy.â You look up at Eddie with a shit-eating grin like butter wouldnât melt. âMy good little girl.â He responds, you mentally thank yourself for never clearing your search history. đ
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ReactionâCharles Leclerc
summary: Charles finds out about Emma's interview on DTS
pt 2!!
The racing season had come to an end and Charles was enjoying some well-deserved time off at home with his wife and young daughter.
One lazy afternoon, they decided to catch up on a recently released movie. They settled into the double bed that he shared with his wife, turned on the TV and were ready to spend an afternoon of relaxation.
As the movie started, Charles scrolled through his phone and casually checked social media. Suddenly, the familiar sound of his phone ringing interrupted the quiet afternoon. Confused, he picked it up and saw numerous notifications flooding in. Curiosity piqued, he opened Twitter and found himself tagged in a video from the latest episode of "Drive to Survive."
He clicked on the video and his confusion grew as the scene unfolded. The camera focused on a familiar face, but it wasn't Charles. It was his daughter, Emma Jules, standing in front of the camera with a small microphone and a huge smile.
Charles leaned forward and his eyes widened in surprise. The interviewer began to ask Emma about her father and what he was like outside the track. Innocent but revealing answers came out of Emma's mouth.
"My daddy is the best here," she began saying, her eyes shining with sincerity.''Sometimes he sings very loud in the car or in the shower. But you know what? He's not very good at it!"
''"He likes to dance while he's cooking with mommy, and he snores really loud when he's asleep. It's funny!"
Charles watched in horror as Emma talked about his private quirks and habits.
''He also cries a lot at Disney or animal movies, or is more interested in playing with my toys than I am. ''
Charles exchanged a bewildered glance with Y/N, who grinned, clearly finding the situation amusing. Emma continued, unaware of her father's growing embarrassment.
''Please tell me I'm dreaming, that Emma didn't actually just say that'' Charles said.
''Sometimes we tell mommy that we are going to grand-mére's house but in reality he takes me to buy new dolls or ice cream.''
''!Wait, what did she just say?'' Y/N asked with a frown.
''Nothing mon-amour, you know how children are, they invent everything'' Charles laughed nervously, trying to avoid his wife's accusatory gaze.
''So that's what they did on the weekends, huh?''
''I have no idea what she's talking about, I swear''
''He also likes to help me make friendship bracelets for my friend and also lets me do his hair and makeup with my princess makeup set that santa gave me for Christmas, he always says that he looks very cute.''
''Jesus Christ, this is not happening, I'm gonna die''
By this point, Y/N couldn't contain her laughter and Charles's face turned several shades of red as he tried to comprehend what had just happened. He didn't expect his daughter to become the star of "Drive to Survive" in such an unexpected way.
The camera then panned slightly, revealing Charles in the background, completely unaware that he was being featured in his daughter's candid interview.
"Looks like you've been exposed, my love."
''!Emma Jules Leclerc, come here right now! You're grounded for life!''
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Delectation
IVE An Yujin x Jang Wonyoung x m!reader
-30,699 words
part one | part two
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As expected, it takes far too long to get ready for dinner.
By the time Yujin showers, dries her hair, does her makeup, finds the right outfit, and picks out the perfect earrings, itâs already dark when she emerges from the bathroom. On your end, youâve spent a grand total of under five minutes finding a nice pair of khaki pants, and that one black shirt that Yujin really likes, the same one thatâs been sitting in the back of your closet since last spring.
All that time spent was well worth it though, because Yujin looks absolutely breathtaking, and it makes no difference how much time has passed, because you like watching Yujin get dolled up. You canât help notice the way her eyes flutter while she focuses on her makeup, the way her lips purse up while she finishes her lipstick, and how her nose scrunches up whenever she laughs as she spots your reflection in the mirror, knowing you canât keep your eyes off her for a second.
âHow do I look?â Yujin asks, twirling around to give you the full view of this tight little white dress that she hasnât had an opportunity to wear, one thatâs strapless, cuts off mid-thigh, and gives you all the best places to stare at shamelessly. Itâs a feast for your eyes, and Yujin loves the attention youâre giving her, smiling in satisfaction when she turns to face your direction.
You canât imagine what the goofy grin on your face is like right now, since youâre borderline drooling over how well Yujin fills out that dress, how good she looks in heels that accentuate those incredible long legs, and how devastatingly sexy she looks in that angelic white. Thereâs not a single part of Yujin that looks out of place, every piece of her outfit chosen to meticulous perfection.
âLike I could skip dinner and eat you instead.â
Yujin blushes. Itâs a good thing Wonyoungâs waiting in the kitchen, because for sure she would groan at that. When Yujin closes the distance, she places a small peck on your cheek, wiping her lipstick mark away with her thumb.
âDaddy looks so handsome tooâŠâ
Yujin plays with the collar of your shirt before she wraps her hands around the nape of your neck, drawing you into her alluring gaze. Thereâs this lookâthis dangerous look, that all of her efforts to look this good might be for naught, because you know she just has to say the word, and that expensive dress will be in a heap on the floor before your next breath.
âCome on, daddy. We donât want to keep our little princess waiting. You know sheâll be in a bad mood all night.â
Yujin breaks line of sight, grabbing her purse, and leads the way down the stairs, allowing you to appreciate the rear view that her dress provides, that sinful hourglass body with those perfect hips swaying in time with the clack of her heels.
âAbout time,â Wonyoung says, that familiar petulance creeping up in her voice as she stays leaned over the kitchen island with phone in hand, not even bothering to look up until you two reach the last step of the staircase. âAlmost went up there to check on you two. Make sure you hadnât fucked daddyâs brains out again.â
There's the faintest blush on Yujin's cheeks again as she approaches her younger roommate, pinching her cheeks affectionately as if that'll be enough to disarm her. âI thought about it.â
As Wonyoung shoves her away, Yujin smiles sheepishly, and gets a halfhearted glare aimed her way while losing attention to whatever game is on the screen.
All this time, Wonyoung is too restless to leave, wearing a pink elegant cocktail dress, one thatâs a little more modest than Yujinâs but still does her figure justice. She looks like the epitome of prim and proper, a sharp contrast to Yujin, who radiates such overpowering sex appeal; who can get an entire room to look at her the moment she walks through the door.
No doubt theyâre a deadly duo, two very different sides of the same coin. Yujin, with her vixenish smile, equipped with these deadly bedroom eyes that keep you on edge for what could happen at any minute. Wonyoung, with her doll-like features and that cute little pout, the one she reserves for when thereâs something she wants and wonât back down. When theyâre this close together, itâs beauty incarnate, seduction and innocence fused into one alluring package.
Yujin canât keep her hands off you, ruffling her fingers through your hair while sheâs adjusting your shirt, admiring how good you clean up when you want to.
"Are you two done flirting with each other?â Wonyoung asks, furrowing an eyebrow. âI'm getting hungry.â
"No," Yujin replies without missing a beat, brushing a stray hair off Wonyoungâs forehead. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Wonyoung crosses her arms, and she might explode if she has to wait one more second.
âWhatever, can we just go already? Unless you two need to get a quickie in before we leave,â Wonyoung says in a huff, rolling her eyes and gathering up her jacket. Before either of you say anything else, she loops an arm through yours in a hearty attempt to get this whole train moving, and itâs quite amusing how impatient she can get.
Yujin follows closely behind with this sly grin (one that knows the suggestion isnât entirely out of the question), until youâve finally left the apartment and piled into the elevator, descending to the private parking garage.
âWhich car are we taking? The Audi? Mercedes?â Wonyoung asks, surveying the sea of expensive cars all lined up in a row next to each other. Itâs an absurd question to be honest, like sheâs asking what dress she should wear instead of which of these dozen or so cars you should take. But to these two girls, itâs absolutely normal to have this menagerie of luxury at their disposal, each more expensive than the last. Youâd be happy to be in a broken down station wagon as long as youâre in their company.
Before you can even say that it really doesnât matter, Yujin answers the question for you, running a manicured hand along the polished hood of a red Maserati. Itâs exquisite, with this rich crimson exterior, chromed out rims, and black leather seats, itâs a head-turner for sure, and so very Yujin.
âThis oneâs my favorite,â Yujin says, strutting towards the driverâs side door. âJust like daddy...â
The compliment doesnât seem fair when youâre being compared to this gorgeous beauty of a car, but youâll take it. Wonyoung seems less enthusiastic at the choice, given that sheâll pick her pink Ferrari on any given day, but shockingly, sheâs without complaints.
Yujin slides into the driverâs seat, then Wonyoung claims the passenger side, which leaves you to awkwardly clamber into the small backseat where you canât avoid hitting your head, getting a double dose of giggles for your troubles. Thereâs less legroom than youâd like, but the leather seats and sexy interior more than make up for it.
When youâre all buckled up, you can see the uncontained excitement in Yujin as her hands stroke over the steering wheel, and her eyes light up when she fires up the engine, making it purr to life. The weatherâs every bit perfect, so she puts the top down after pulling out of the parking space, speeding out of the garage and into the street while the wind blows in your hair.
Itâs not a long drive, but traffic makes it longer, and if it were up to Yujin sheâd fly past every single stop light without a second thought. The restaurant is in a nicer part of the city, and youâre able to enjoy the serenity of it from the backseat, following the stars while the musicâs blaring and the rush of the wind hits your face.
When you arrive, thereâs an unnecessarily long line out front. Yujin tells you sheâs got that taken care of as she sees the concern on your face, and thereâs nothing to worry about when you pull up next to the valet. Wonyoung pre-tips him rather generously, along with a warning not to scratch the paint, which is rather amusing considering itâs not even her car, but sheâs pretty protective of anything and everything belonging to her best friend (that includes you).
You can smell steak before you even head inside the double doors, and the way the girls link arms when they head in almost makes you feel like youâve become the third wheel on a date of theirs. But while they wait for you to catch up, offering reassuring smiles when making room in the middle for you is a gentle reminder that youâre anything but, nor are you a stray that these girls took pity on.
This is meant to be a special occasion, even if you feel out of place among the myriad of well dressed patrons in tailored suits and extravagant dresses who seem to blend right in. As best as you can, youâre not going to let it get to you, because you might not have their wealth or status, but you have something money canât buyâthese two gorgeous women hanging off your arms that enjoy your company.
âTable for three,â Yujin says, feigning embarrassment when the hostâs eyes widen at the name of the reservation, since apparently her name has a reputation around these parts. It's mysteriousâa part of Yujin you haven't been privy to, or pressed for any details aboutâpartly because it's not your place, partly because there's something sexy about the unknown.
While youâre left thinking about what an enigma Yujin is, youâre ushered into a large corner booth with a perfect view of the skyline, and only then does the realization kick in about how packed the place is as you marvel at the high ceilings, the lavish decor on the walls, the overall elegance at a place youâd never be able to afford to visit on your own.
Everything about the dining room is ornate, the fancy lighting overhead, the lit candles atop each table, all of it confirming that these girls want nothing but to spoil you rotten. Youâre overwhelmed by the menu, even before noticing the prices, and you're nothing but thankful you won't have to empty your bank account tonight.
The waitress comes to introduce herself and gather drink orders; Wonyoung orders red wine, Yujin orders a stiff martini, and you opt for a more boring routeâplain old ice water.
You can sense the combined disappointment on their faces before you even finish, but someone has to be responsible, and make sure everyone makes it home in one piece. And hey, itâs a good excuse to be able to drive Yujinâs luxurious car back to the apartment. Itâs not like theyâve planned on getting completely hammered, but at least loosen up a little bit, since nights like this are bound to be unpredictable.
âWell,â Wonyoung starts, nursing her glass of wine before taking a delicate sip, licking the remnants of the alcohol off those glossy lips. âWhat sounds good?â
âSteak,â Yujin replies with a giggle, stating the hyper obvious while she takes the opposite approach, downing her drink like itâs water, and sheâs liable to finish it before even getting to order. The menuâs got so many options, from a dozen different cuts of steak, to lobster, to types of fish you didnât even know existed (you swear some of these have to be made up).
When the waitress comes around to take your orders, you all end up settling on pretty much the same thing, but funny enough, Wonyoung orders the biggest cut of steak out of the three of you. How she stays so trim and fit remains one of lifeâs greatest mysteries.
âSo, daddy,â Yujin pauses, and already sheâs on her second martini, which is a dangerous thought on its own, as dangerous as her using that word in public, especially when youâve got nothing but water to defend against that smirk of hers. Thereâs one from Wonyoung as well, all equal parts of mischievous, like theyâve been silently scheming something since sitting down, waiting until the right moment to enact the next phase of their devious plan. âWhat do you thinkââ
Her words trail off on purpose, not even trying to be subtle as Yujin traces the rim of her martini glass with one finger, those little rotations slow and steady to keep your attention glued to her before she dips her middle finger inside, sucking the alcohol clean off.
Itâs impressive, how on every little occasion Yujin manages to turn the simplest thing into some erotic act: like when she takes the olive from her toothpick and runs it along those soft, sultry lips, pops it into her mouth, then takes her time to chew before she tilts her head back and swallows it down.
Itâs all your fault, you suppose, for thinking this was just an ordinary dinner without any ulterior motive. And yet, you know this is just the preamble for whatâs going to unfold later tonight as you think about all the ways Yujin can get in your head. Your shared roommate Wonyoung makes a good accomplice, because she can mask her intentions with that coy little smile that makes her look oh so innocent, when you know sheâs anything but.
A loud slurp of her drink, and Yujin scoots closer towards you, until sheâs pressing her thigh against your leg. Wonyoung follows suit, the three of you in a tight huddle, sandwiched together, and there it isâthe first of many shared glances to keep you guessing what their intentions are, and they could just about be anything.
âYou know, itâs going to take a while to cook our steaks. That gives us plenty of time to kill, doesn't it, daddy?â Youâre not even looking at Yujin when sheâs speaking, because maybe if you donât acknowledge her, maybe that thought wonât finishâ
âWhat do you say we head to the bathroom, you can hike this dress up andâŠâ
A fruitless endeavor.
Yujin reaches over to grab your wrist, dragging it up her exposed thigh, inching it higher. Sheâs about to guide it between those devilish legs, but finds herself interrupted when the waitress comes to check on the table just in time.
âYujin, we came here to eat,â you growl, pulling away as the waitress heads back to the kitchen with promises that your meal should be out momentarily, but that canât ever be soon enough.
Itâs so easy for Yujin to get so carried away, and despite the fact that youâre in public only encourages her to take things to the extreme. âWell, thereâs not any food here yet. So I thought maybe if you wanted a little appetizerâŠâ
Again, what an absurd thought that this would be just a normal outing. Youâre really regretting being stuck with water, half-tempted to make a beeline over to the bar and start chugging shots. Even one small sip of alcohol would help deal with Yujinâs advances.
But itâs not like you donât want what sheâs offering, that you wouldnât want to devour her before the food gets here. You couldnât even make it to the bathroom, just drop to your knees and eat her out right at this booth, risk it all to get your mouth between those mouthwatering legs.
Between these two with devilish intentions, you have to be the reasonable one here. No matter how ravishing Yujin looks in that sexy little dress, youâll have to keep your thoughts in check, and certainly, you have to keep her greedy hands away from your crotch. Thereâs a time and place for this, and itâs not in front of all of these people, when you donât need any extra attention.
Wonyoung keeps playing her part, which is to say, offering no assistance, just idling on the sideline, swirling around the red liquid in her glass as she smiles wickedly at your discomfort, which you know she can pile on.
Worst of all, there arenât even any appetizers to distract you from all this, as youâve agreed on skipping them in lieu of not getting full before the main course. Itâs not helping the way Yujin leans against your shoulder, tracing patterns along the inside of your thigh with her fingers, unwavering with all this teasing. Right now, your biggest problem is trying to not catch an erection in public, but despite your best efforts, Yujin just might brute force it regardless.
Much to the dismay of the pretty girls on either side of you, the steaks arrive just in time, and youâre endlessly grateful for this succulent meat savior from making the situation any more arduous. That first bite is nothing short of orgasmic, melting in your mouth, and itâs the distraction you desperately need from any further Yujin shenanigans. You think it doesnât get better than thisâthe best steak youâve had in your life, enveloped by two beautiful girls, in this pleasant atmosphere. Thereâs nothing more to ask for.
âHowâs yours, daddy?â Yujin asks, offering you a bite of her own steak as she brings the juicy meat close to your mouth. Itâs not that different from yours, but you swear, the way the flavor lingers on your tastebuds, that it somehow tastes even better when youâre eating it off her fork.
âReally good,â you say, which is really underselling just how damn delicious it is, but you donât want to waste time with words when you can focus on eating. Wonyoung just sits and watches the two of you swap bites off of each other's plate, almost in her own world while she cuts into her steak with all the grace of royalty.
Itâs these little differences between the two thatâs humorous; Wonyoung seems to exist on a different planet than anyone else, taking these small, delicate bites, elegantly bringing her fork to her lips, while Yujin resorts to eating in large, hungry bites, practically stabbing her meat. The destination is the same, just with different modes of travel.
Ultimately, youâre just happy to spend time with the inseparable pair, appreciating a quality meal, and savoring the quiet moments, the calm before the proverbial storm. Thereâs never any final satisfaction with these two, as evidenced by the massive slice of cheesecake thatâs been shared between three forks, one last moment of pure indulgence before heading home.
Yujin downs the remainder of her third martini after grabbing her black card from the waitress, and she leaves behind a more than generous tip that could clear the average personâs rent. Exiting the booth, it turns out Yujin isnât too far gone despite having her fair share to drink, but it always makes her a little (more) clingy, wrapping both hands around your bicep in an almost protective manner. Similarly, Wonyoung skips to the side, singing this inaudible song while the three of you make your way to the valet without any care in the world.
By the time the Maserati gets brought around, it looks brand new, like itâs been given the works before being returned. The keys get returned to Yujin, who then hands them over to you without hesitation, and she tips again generously, as if showing off how much money she carries around.
Youâre not going to take this responsibility lightly when youâve been given the reins to command such a powerful beast. Sliding into the driverâs seat, it feels like youâre sitting on a golden throne, and you need a moment to take it all in, need a moment to appreciate the extravagance youâre surrounded in.
âYou look like youâre about to lose your virginity,â Wonyoung teases, her petite figure climbing into the backseat with finesse, unlike yourself, who flopped in with all the grace of a raging bull.
Itâs a fair comparison, because this car is sex on wheels. And then Yujin takes her place beside you, strapping in, the most dangerous passenger you could have.
âYouâll get us home safe, right, daddy?â Yujin asks, leaning over to kiss your check with a hint of alcohol on her breath, but this time marks your cheek with her red lipstick.
The answer is an obvious yes, but when the car roars to life with this low growl that comes with the simple push of a button, you have this overwhelming desire to ignore every last traffic law and stop sign in existence.
Once you've hit one of the main streets after leaving the restaurant, Yujinâs lips get close enough to brush against your earlobe, and she speaks in this low, sultry whisper that drips nothing but lust. âIâm going to love watching you ruin our little princess, daddy. I canât wait to see how your cum looks dripping out of her holes.â
Those two little sentences nearly take your entire concentration away, but youâve been stuck at a red light for far too long, so you get a reprieve to let your brain recover from turning to mush. Wonyoungâs rather quiet, which is suspicious in its own way, and sheâs not saying much while staying in the background, or perhaps lost in the music, but you canât help how it has you on edge more than it should.
Thereâs not much said during the last long stretch of open highway, which lets you experience the carâs full potential, and has you forgetting what speed limits are.
When the apartment comes back in view, itâs an almost regrettable sight. You could miss the turn, put this fearsome thing through its paces, but you do have an obligation to be responsible. Thereâs something much more exciting waiting up ahead anyway.
Your fingers glide over the garage keypad, and youâre welcomed home. But thereâs this lingering sense of trepidation, because once the three of you walk through that doorâyou can only imagine whatâs going to happen.
The top of the Maserati slides back in place, and you shut the engine off, handing Yujin the keys while you head to the opposite side, opening the door for her.
âSuch a gentleman,â Yujin says as she takes your hand for assistance while stepping out, and sheâs not nearly as drunk as youâve been led to believe, especially walking in those heels. Itâs more of this perfect buzz going on.
Wonyoung, howeverâis a different story. She makes a cute stumble upon exiting the car, nearly losing her balance, but youâre right there to catch her. âMy hero.â
Itâs more sarcastic than sincere, something youâve grown accustomed to. But even under the influence of alcohol, Wonyoung remains more unreadable than ever, and sheâs not ashamed to lean against the nearby cars for support until sheâs regained her footing,
While youâre both trying not to laugh, Yujin slips her fingers between yours, guiding you towards the elevator with a lot more grace and dignity than the younger of the two for once. Following close behind, Wonyoung saunters into this small elevator with you and Yujin that seems like it takes forever to get to your apartment floor, letting the silence simmer. Itâs unnatural for there to be this much quiet with these two, when theyâll make a comment about every little thing no matter how irrelevant, or mundane. The hum of the elevator ascending is the only noise that breaks the uncomfortable silence, but itâs anything but peace and quiet, and adds to the uncertainty. With every floor that passes, Yujin keeps her fingers interlocked with yours, her body close, and that demure smile lingering on her face. On the opposite end, thereâs Wonyoung, who just stares blankly ahead, arms spread out while holding on to the guard rail, not a thought in that empty head.
As soon as the elevator dings, the doors swinging open spikes your nerves, but you canât act on it when Yujin drags you along by the wrist, and you follow without question like a helpless puppy until faced with the front door of your apartment.
Yujin fumbles through her bag to find the keys, handicapped by alcohol for a moment. Wonyoung appears behind and watches her blind attempts to unlock the apartment, unable to put the key into the slot with one hand still locked in yours. All out of patience she intervenes, taking the keys from Yujin and opens the apartment door, demanding praise like sheâs just won a gold medal.
âBrat. I almost had it,â Yujin says, more playful than venomous, as sheâs got a little too much alcohol in her to be actually upset. You lock the door behind and turn on the entryway light as Yujin shuffles about, sitting her purse on a counter and kicking off her heels, abandoning them wherever they land. Her bare feet can breathe as she walks across the hardwood floor. Wonyoung, however has a little trouble slipping her heels off. She stumbles once again, much to Yujinâs delight, who canât help but let out an obnoxious laugh.
You see, unlike Yujin, Wonyoung is prone to overdoing it, and sheâs not the best at holding her alcohol. So after a few drinks, anything (or in this case two full glasses of wine) is more than enough to get her tipsy, get those carefully chosen words slurring.
âShould I carry you?â you tease, which garners no reaction other than Wonyoungâs ire, who balls up her fists at her sides, carefully stepping over her stilettos to not trip over them a second time.
âIâm not that drunk,â Wonyoung insists, but her body betrays her words when she can barely make it past the couch, and requires both you and Yujin to try wrangling her there. Even then, the poor girl still manages to fall over, taking you down to the cushions with her in this tumble thatâs anything but elegant.
âOkay, maybe I am a littleâŠâ
Yujin covers her mouth, just in absolute stitches at the display, and no one laughs quite like her at someone else's expense. Poor, poor Wonyoung looks so embarrassed when you manhandle her enough to sit properly, keeping her on your lap as you hold her tiny waist to pull her together.
As you lean against the back couch cushions, thereâs a flushed glow on Wonyoungâs face, both from the humiliation and the alcohol still doing its job, and it makes her look so extra adorable when she tries to hide her intoxication, a near impossible task at this point.
âDaddy,â Wonyoung says, trying not to slur her syllables as Yujin settles down on the cushions to your left, rearranging the pillows underneath her back as she plops down. âDaddy, daddyââ
âWhat is it, princess?"
There's an unmistakable twinkle in Wonyoung's eyes when she taps your shoulders with both palms, leaning in expectedly with her lips all puckered up. "Kiss me. I want a kiss, daddy."
Wonyoung looks like sheâll pout forever if you donât oblige her request, and itâs such a polite demand, exempt from the usual brattiness that there isnât a reason to say no. She isnât left waiting. You seize her cute cheeks, kissing those full, plump lips as they part in an instant, letting you claim that pretty little mouth that still lingers with alcohol left behind. The girl practically melts at your touch, losing whatever sense of stability she has left when her fingers weave into your hair, and you can taste the sweetness on her tongue that feels like youâll get drunk just from tasting her.
When the kiss gets broken, you see the hunger in those eyesâthey want more, not just from you, but from the woman perched on the sidelines, silently watching you make out with Wonyoung, enjoying how this all slowly unravels.
And then Wonyoung gets greedy, because this kiss is far from over when she grabs your shirt, pulling you back in for more, tongues colliding as you let her take the lead, let her take whatever she wants. Itâs not often she gets to take command like this (at least not without some barrage of whines), but itâs far too easy to get lost in those intoxicating lips, so you donât dare disrupt her needs and let her determine when this kiss ends.
Yujin stays glued to the action, as she has a front row seat to watch this frantic liplock, and canât say sheâs not even a little bit jealous of how Wonyoung gets her tongue in your mouth. Inching closer, Yujin gets close enough to join if need be. And as Wonyoung lets you come up for air, all the attention gets turned towards her counterpart who has no intention of being left out.
âNow you,â Wonyoung says, this cute command while leaning out your lap to meet Yujin with a messy, drunken kiss, even more unrestrained, even more insatiable. Youâre left as a lowly spectator now, but thereâs little to complain about when you have these two incredibly gorgeous, equally intoxicated women kissing each other so lasciviously.
Naturally, Yujin takes over, despite the fact she didnât initiate, and sheâs just devouring this girl, plunging her tongue into Wonyoungâs needy mouth, pressing her lips deeper as Wonyoung nearly comes off your lap. Thereâs such an eagerness in the way their lips crash together, absolutely starved for one another, as Wonyoung succumbs to how Yujinâs mouth dominates her own, almost helpless in this state, letting her do whatever she pleases.
Your eyes donât miss a moment, and how could they? You have these two just going at it, lips colliding into these hot, heavy kisses, acting like both have something to prove while youâre watching their sloppy makeout session. Yujin is anything but gentle while roaming Wonyoungâs tight little body, searching for any area of skin that hasn't been claimed, digging fingertips into bare flesh, doing what she can to get her more flustered.
And Wonyoung just loves this, she loves letting go of control, becoming this object to be fondled, this little plaything to be dominated. The more Yujin keeps her mouth on her, the more she lets out these heated moans, drowning in rich desire with no chance to hide her level of arousal.
âThisâthis is in the way,â Yujin says, tugging at the hem of that cocktail dress, and she wants it out of the picture equally as much as you do. Wonyoung canât agree more, and leans in close to plant her lips back on Yujin for one more sinful kiss while she unzips the back of her dress.
âThen why donât you take it off me?â
Without any question, Yujin does just that, peeling Wonyoung off of your lap for a second so she can have unfettered access to her. Thereâs no time being squandered when Yujin finishes unzipping the back, and then sheâs drifting two fingers down the spine of Wonyoungâs bare back, causing a light gasp that canât be contained.
And when those straps fall down, Wonyoung gives this sly little grin, because she loves how youâre watching her get slowly undressed.
That gorgeous cocktail dress is the first casualty of the evening as Yujin gives it one little tug, and gravity does the rest, freeing Wonyoung of that expendable piece of fabric. The only thing left covering her slender frame is a skimpy matching set of white bra and panties that barely conceals that perfect, pale skin, all those exquisite curves, and that tight stomach thatâs just begging to be licked.
âLook how pretty she looks, daddy,â Yujin says, and she runs her hands all over the curves of Wonyoungâs body, groping whatever creamy flesh is in reach, sinking her fingertips into those toned, worshipable abs.
âSheâs fucking stunning,â you respond, and Wonyoung blushes at the praise, loving how two sets of eyes are focused on her that look over every little inch of her, every little detail on such a beautiful canvas that makes up her body. You donât get enough occasions like this, where she gets to show off her figure, and Wonyoung is eating all this attention up,
âCan I take this off, princess?â Yujin asks, fingers playing with the clasp of her lace bra, and Wonyoung just nods in a way thatâs pleading, like she wants to beg to be stripped but canât quite get the words out. But of course, Yujin drags it out when she lowers those straps down slowly, painfully slow, one at a time, leaving a trail of kisses on her bare shoulders as she unfastens that bra and tosses it out of sight, unveiling that petite chest.
Wonyoung has such cute, perky breasts, with these pretty pink little nipples that Yujin canât resist teasing with the pads of her fingers, and she knows how to get her all worked up. The lightest touch makes her nipples start to stiffen, using as little pressure as possible to circle them, not even enough to get any bliss to register.
Yet Wonyoung is losing it, leaning back as Yujin cups her bare breasts, toying with her body, testing to see what gets the most visceral reactions. For you, itâs hard not to pitch a tent in your slacks, growing so painfully erect the more Yujin toys with Wonyoung. These addictive little moans spill out as her nipples get pinched, played with, rolled between fingertips, and itâs no secret how sensitive that cute little chest can get. Yujinâs going to take full advantage of that.
Yujin continues to lavish Wonyoung with attention, taking the time to grope her body, to play with those pretty nipples. before her hands travel south. She slides down that toned abdomen, while placing these sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along Wonyoungâs neck, and then she presses two fingers against her clothed coreâ
âPleaseâŠâ Wonyoung gasps, but Yujin is quick to ignore her whines, grabbing her hips, and slipping a finger between the waistband of her thong, the strap so thin you could snap it off by looking at it.
âCare to do the honors, daddy?â Yujin asks, looking at you with expectant eyes, almost ready to tear her panties to shreds if you take too long to answer. Even then, you let the question linger, while Wonyoung is basking in the attention, waiting with bated breath to get this last piece of clothing off her.
âOf course,â you say, not that thereâs any other possible response when presented with a question like that. It's impossible for Wonyoung not to blush with how exposed she is in this moment, and that red hue on her cheeks deepens when you caress her creamy thighs, so silky smooth beneath your fingertips.
Before you drag those little panties down, you canât help notice the small wet patch that stains the lacy fabric a shade darker, evidence of her arousal seeping through. And then it slips so easily off her hips, down to her ankles, exposing her pretty bare pussy, that perfect pink flesh all slick and glistening just for you.
âCome closer, princess.â
She can't obey your command fast enough, closing the gap until her thighs part on either side, giving you easy access to that beautiful bare cunt thatâs begging to be touched, devoured, filled to the brim.
While you figure out what to do with her, Wonyoung stands on display as if sheâs an exhibit of the perfect woman, naked, beautiful, and flawless from head to toe. You donât make her wait for more attention, and give her tight stomach a trail of appreciative kisses, feeling the muscles flex underneathâand then you slip a finger inside that slick warmth, just burying yourself to the hilt in one go.
âD-daddy, fuck,â Wonyoung moans, as she tries her hardest to hold still while you slide a finger in and out of her pussy with these languish strokes, coating it in enough of her juices for you to lick clean.
âWhat should we do with you?â
In no time at all, Wonyoung becomes this needy thing, whimpering at just about anything as you pump a second finger inside, curling your digits to coax these pathetic little whines out.
âIâm not so sure sheâs ready for that dick yet,â Yujin says, as sheâs watching your fingers disappear inside Wonyoung, plunging them into her sweet depths, bringing them out dripping in her nectar.
"What do you think, princess? Does that pretty little pussy deserve this cock?" you ask, and Wonyoung moans in response when you keep hitting her sweet spot. It sends all kinds of satisfying shivers through her bodyâones that make her squirm, because whether or not sheâll admit it, she enjoys being worked up like this, getting denied any real pleasure.
âAnswer,â Yujin demands, and this time when you slip your fingers from that pretty cunt, youâre just stroking her wet folds, making Wonyoung stay empty with your refusal to get back in her until she gives a proper response.
âI want your cock, daddy," Wonyoung finally blurts out with shaky words. "Need it. Need your cock in me."
âThat doesnât sound very convincing,â Yujin says, tilting Wonyoungâs chin up to look her directly in the eyes. âDo you want daddyâs cock or not?â
Thereâs a defeated look in Wonyoungâs eyes, like she canât believe she actually has to work for something, annoyed that she has to present a valid argument when her cunt aches desperately to be filled with something more than just your greedy fingers.
âY-yes, I want daddyâs big cock. Please, I need itâplease let me have it. Fuck me, use me, use my tight pussy. Doesnât daddy wanna breed me?â
Itâs playing dirty when Wonyoung dares to use that word, and sheâs every bit shameless for doing so. Youâre refusing to respond to that, and dip your fingers back in instead, cleaning them off with a messy slurp. You repeat this like clockwork, and get your fingers dripping with the honey between Wonyoungâs thighs, but itâs impossible to get enough of this taste.
When you look at Yujin, sheâs got this look on her face like sheâs not convincedâand to be perfectly honest, you arenât either.
âThen prove it, princess,â Yujin says, leaning back on the couch cushions with her arms folded, tucking her legs underneath as she stares Wonyoung down. âGet on your knees like a good little slut. Show us what that pretty mouth can do.â
Without even taking a breath, Wonyoung gives a little nod as she follows orders, lowering to her knees. Thereâs all this eagerness in her eyes when sheâs undoing your pants, fumbling with the zipper for a moment until she yanks your slacks down to your ankles.
âGood girl. Daddy has too many clothes on.â Yujin refuses to settle with the amount of clothing you have left on, and she does her part in undressing you. One by one, she loosens every button, kissing the parts of your chest that she exposes, lips following each undone button until your torso is bare and your shirt gets tossed away.
Itâs so sudden, even a little surreal to have your two pretty roommates undress you. Yujin leans back in to kiss you. Her lips take a path somewhere in between this soft, tender embrace, and being downright animalistic, just shoving her tongue in your mouth without restraint. Meanwhile, Wonyoung isn't going to wait around, getting your boxers off your hips.
Yujin's no slouch either, vying for your attention by tracing a path along your chest, and she wanders one finger wherever it pleases. And then Wonyoung plants her plump lips on the underside of your shaft, hitting that sensitive spot that she knows so well now over and over, watching it throb each time her kisses linger.
âHeyâŠâ Wonyoung whines, looking at Yujin as she explores your length, your shaft unable to escape those gloss-covered lips while they move down to your base, soft pecks all the way until she starts from the top once more. âYouâre the only one still wearing clothes.â
For once, she has a point, and itâs not like Yujin can argue against the fact that her gorgeous white dress is the only thing not part of this ever-growing pile of clothes. Youâre naked, Wonyoung is naked, so why shouldnât she join the fun?
"Don't worry, princess. We can fix that real easy," Yujin responds. Sheâs been caught red-handed, and doesnât hesitate to stand up so she can disrobe. Itâs a striptease without the tease, as she slides the dress down her shoulders, only giving a you glance of the color of her bra for a momentâitâs black, sexy as can be, and gone before you know it, that small thong that you only get to see from the front following suit.
The room fills with stunned silence when Yujin gets equally nude as the two of you, just flaunting off that deadly figure that manifests how fit and toned she is, these never ending curves that give her such an unfair advantage.
âThere, is that better?â Yujin asks with a giggle, and seeing her looking like that, just shamelessly naked as could be on the couch, is more than enough to steal all your entire attention away. Wandering that tight body with your eyes is the only response Yujin desires, because now your focus is torn, and itâs hard to do anything but just look like an idiot and stare.
Obviously, Wonyoung isnât going to take that lightly. Not when sheâs got your hard cock in her hand, giving these purposeful little strokes while leaving wet, hungry kisses on your swollen tip, displaying her adoration in the best way she can. Wonyoung needs your undivided attention more than ever, even if she has to fight for it. She does so well at it: sheâs pressing these soft lips into every sensitive spot on your cock, licking where sheâs left kisses, all that precum oozing out getting cleaned by her warm tongue.
Your eyes donât know where to look, whether to stay focused on the vast nakedness of Yujin, or Wonyoung worshiping your cock, as she continues to tease, kissing up and down your length with those sultry lips that get so incredibly eager to please. Wonyoung tries to tear away your focus by slowly swirling her tongue around your tip, brushing across your slit that keeps releasing a steady stream of precum, making this sticky mess that she loves cleaning up, and thenâ
Those sexy lips part, and Wonyoung abruptly takes your cock inside her wet mouth. You groan, and your attention is all hers now, on how warm her pretty mouth feels, how soft those impatient lips are. This isnât teasing, no, sheâs getting straight to the point when she seals those lips around your shaft, sucking you off in this magical way that gets your cock nice and wet in an instant.
The girl just has a talent for this, sheâs so goddamn ravenous, head bobbing up and down with all this fervor. The loud slurps she makes are so deliberate, and Wonyoungâs trying to draw the attention of the entire room.
âThat looks like it feels good, daddy,â Yujin says, and of course it does, because a blowjob from Wonyoung is unlike anything else, the way those soft lips just take and take and take, without any remorse, swallowing you into her mouth, greedy for more.
âY-yeah, it does. Sheâs good at this. You like sucking this cock, donât you, princess?â
Wonyoung is a bit preoccupied to answer, but she makes your shaft disappear down her throat, taking you all the way down to the base as a response, and tries to hold you there for as long as she canâwhich admittedly isnât that long, but youâll give her points for trying. She makes another attempt, one thatâs a bit more successful, but Wonyoung just doesnât have the control over her gag reflex like Yujin does, even though she more than makes up for it with her enthusiasm.
âPrincess,â Yujin says, toeing the line on being condescending when she admonishes Wonyoung. âYouâre being too hasty. Slow down, try to relax your throat.â
âI donât need your help. I know how to deepthroat.â
âIs that why youâre gagging so much?â
âIâm gagging because daddy likes when I do that.â
âNo, he likes it when he makes you gag. Right now, youâre sucking his dick like a virgin whoâs never had anything down their throat. And youâre not even being that messy.â
âIâm justâtaking my time. Itâs called build up, but you wouldnât know that since you just slobber on daddyâs dick the moment you get it in your mouth.â
You know what Yujin is doing, and itâs working so well. Itâs doing wonders to light a fire under Wonyoung, because she works best when she gets all competitive, needs to prove her worth. Stubborn till the end, she tries it her way one more time, and when Wonyoung canât go more than a few seconds without gagging, she pulls away, takes a long, deep breath, and then tries what Yujin suggests. Her lips make slow movements, settling in at one inch at a time, until she pushes deeper, little by little, making your girth gradually disappear between her lips.
âBreathe through your nose, princess. Take your time, and when youâre ready, all the way down your throatâŠâ
You know thereâs this huge part of Wonyoung that hates this, hates being instructed how to do something sheâs perceived to be good at. But thereâs no harm in learning, even as stubborn as she can be. So she comes up for air once, then goes back in, relaxing what she can, slowing her movements down, easing into it. The noises from her throat keep to a minimum, only slightly gagging on your lengthâ
(A lot, actually, but it's okay, sheâs still learning, even though she still wants to do things her way.)
Thereâs nothing but deep concentration in those eyes when her lips pull back, then goes back in for another run. She listens, takes it slow, and doesnât rush things. Then her lips go down, far down, swallowing down your length, until without much effort she takes you all in, your entire shaft engulfed by those gorgeous lips.
Wonyoung stays like thisâkeeping her mouth still with those eyes looking right at you, like sheâs desperate for your approval. Not a single sound leaves her throat, and thereâs no urge to pull away. And then she does it all over again, without Yujin needing to utter a word, just taking these deep, deep plunges that keep you as far down in her throat as can be.
âSee? There you go, princess. Thatâs our good girl,â Yujin says, with this satisfied smirk on her face, this look thatâs proud as could be.
All that praise really gets Wonyoung going, as sheâs got this new level of confidence, and sheâs sucking your cock from base to tip without difficulty, like she never ever struggled with it before. And it just feelsâsoâgood, the heat from her throat, the sensations from her lips as they slide across your entire cock, the way her tongue dances on the underside as that mouth presses into your balls when she swallows you whole.
There's no restraint when that wonderful mouth slides down to the hilt, holding it there to keep her throat all nice and full, taking such deep strokes that have you reeling. Your moans only feed her confidence, and now sheâs just aching to prove herself, wants to keep all that praise coming, and thereâs this nice sheen your cock gets covered in when Wonyoung pulls back up.
Yujin remains at your side the entire time, watching Wonyoung devote her mouth to your cock, and sheâs getting so sloppy putting these new lessons to good use, drool spilling out the corners of her lips. âSheâs good at this. If weâre not careful sheâll suck you dry.â
And she says that like itâs a problem. Maybe it is for Yujin, who wants to claim your first load, but given how fucking good Wonyoung is sucking your dick, there's no harm in giving her first dibs.
In the midst of this wet, messy blowjob, Yujin curls her toes against the outer side of your thigh, showing her intention to not stay idle for much longer. You accept that invitation for a distraction, grabbing one of her ankles, and start to plant little kisses on the ball of her foot, moving your lips to her pretty painted toes. A look of satisfaction washes over Yujin's face as she tilts her head back, because she doesnât like to be neglected for too long.
Itâs the best distraction you can have while Wonyoung just devours your cock, going all in from base to tip while your tongue slides against the curve of Yujinâs perfect feet, tracing the contours and peppering the soft skin in kisses. Once youâve introduced your lips to every part, you get your lips wrapped around her big toe and suck, unable to hold back the loud, messy slurps you make while you slather it with saliva, as you proceed to suck the rest of her white-pedicured toes, one by one.
Yujin just basks in the warm bliss that spreads across her body, and closes her eyes, because she loves getting her toes sucked as much as you love getting them in your mouth. Leaning back, comfortable as ever, Yujin is losing herself in the moment as youâre worshiping her feet that deserve it, and itâs not lost on you that you must look as needy as Wonyoung does drooling between your legs. You donât care, because having Yujinâs pretty little toes in your mouth while youâre getting the best head of your life, well, nothing could be better, you think.
You could just spend time doing this forever, kissing and licking your way through Yujinâs goddess feet, each pass of your tongue enough to make you salivate over these flawless arches, silky soles, and gorgeous painted toes. You have no restraint at a time like this, licking her feet with so much hunger, then the space between her toes, giving them another tongue bath, so you can taste every delicious inch that you can reach. Yujin runs the ball of her foot along your cheek, giggles when you eagerly drag your tongue between her toes, when you give those soft soles all sorts of messy kisses, and sheâs almost enjoying your worship more than you, quiet little moans slipping out.
âDaddyâdonât you think itâs time I got a turn?â Yujin asks when she presses her foot against your face, then slides down to your lips so she can see how many toes you can take in your mouth.
Youâre completely enamored in the taste of her feet, indulging in every mouthwatering inch, tongue desperately running along her arches, that you donât even have a proper answer. Which works out, because Yujin doesnât need one as she rests her saliva-covered feet in your lap, then uses them to push Wonyoung away, an emphatic, frustrated huff lets out as her work is interrupted.
âHey!â Wonyoung protests, with this indignant look on her face, the one youâve all seen before, because sheâs just had her favorite toy taken away. âI wasnât doneâgive it back.â
Yujin keeps the younger girl from getting her mouth back on your cock, toying with her, which for a moment is of the utmost disappointmentâuntil she uses those delicate feet to wrap around your length, leisurely jerking off your shaft with them. And fuck, it feels so goddamn good to have Yujin use her feet this way, rubbing her soles alongside your length, teasing your tip with her toes, all while this little greedy grin stays on her face.
âItâs only not polite to not share, princess,â Yujin says, and while it might not be the same as having those pouty lips drooling on your shaft, the way she just runs her toes over either side of your hard cock feels nothing short of orgasmic. Her smooth silky soles just squeeze with the most perfect amount of pressure, dragging all this pleasure out as she keeps your shaft between her delicate arches, pumping with all this delicious friction that makes you melt into the couch.
âHowâs that, daddy? You like that?â You can only groan when Yujin asks, and sheâll take that as your answer, rolling her toes over your leaking cock. There's not a doubt in your mind sheâs capable of making you cum just like this, that bravado plastered all over her face.
Itâs not fair that Yujinâs an expert at every little thing she does, all so natural to her without any effort. Thereâs a cocky smile on her face that grows, knowing how much youâre enjoying the pleasure her feet give, and she loves the sounds you make while keeping this up. But of course, Wonyoung isnât going to stay there and let Yujin have all the fun. That envy in her eyes reaches a breaking point.
Once Wonyoung rises, she takes a spot on your right side, returning the favor and pushes Yujin away, snatching up your cock. This greedy desire to one-up the older girl takes over, but Yujin isnât sweating, because she wants to see where this is going.
âI can do this too,â Wonyoung says as her equally soft feet take over, mimicking Yujin, but itâs not quite the sameâbecause sheâs never done anything like this. Itâs awkward at best, and your cock keeps slipping out of Wonyoungâs feet. As skilled as this girl is at oral, she simply canât manage the proper position to do what Yujin has down to perfection.
âAre you sure?â Yujin says, and that teasing, itâs motivation for sure, but the more overzealous Wonyoung is, the more frustrated she gets.
Yujin watches with such amusement, unable to keep her laughter contained. The pout on Wonyoungâs lips just accentuates her frustration, clearly dismayed that she canât figure this out. Wonyoung keeps failing at giving anything that resembles a proper footjob, and canât seem to keep her feet on your cock long enough to give pleasure. And while Wonyoung isnât the type to concede easily, sheâd rather be back on her knees, lips sealed tight, drooling everywhere, and abandons the idea with this helpless little whine.
Without Yujin saying anything, her feet are right back on your cock, showing how itâs done. Using her toes, she gets this perfect grip on your shaft, then slips it between those velvety soles, pumping away, rubbing where itâll make you moan the most, and doesnât neglect your balls, applying careful pressure on them as well.
âGodâthat feels so good, so amazing, Yujin,â you groan, and youâre just throbbing with all this friction on your cock, all this softness surrounding you.
Through this all, Wonyoung has an annoyed look on her face (as per usual), unable to not let the jealousy shine through while sheâs taking a backseat to Yujin expertly stroking your cock, working absolute magic on your cock with her toes, soles, and every other part of her perfect feet.
Maybe itâs pity, or how cute the pout on her face gets, but you canât let Wonyoung get too starved for attention, because she did try her best. And she deserves some reward for that. So youâre not going to allow that leftover frustration to linger on her adorable face, and give her the same treatment as Yujin, pressing your lips into Wonyoungâs lovely feet, then slowly dragging your tongue along those soles, which are every bit as soft. Thereâs a ticklish sensation that soon dissipates, and then Wonyoung settles into every chaste kiss given to her milky feet, every long swipe of your tongue, until you slip those cute toes inside your mouth.
Her mood changes in a flash, and there's no frustration left, as Wonyoung canât hide the enjoyment of you worshiping her feet this much, nor can she hide voicing the pleasure that youâre giving.
âDaddyâs good at that, isnât he, princess?â Yujin asks, doing her share to pleasure your cock while your mouth doesnât rest, licking the smooth soles of Wonyoungâs feet sensitive enough to draw all these sounds that are nothing but adorable. Because these two women, no, these two goddesses, itâs what they deserve, this total devotion to them.
âY-yeah, he is,â Wonyoung murmurs, trying to remain composed while you suck on her delicate little toes, leaving sloppy, wet kisses in betweenâitâs more for your own needs of distraction from the way Yujinâs working your cock with her talented feet. Either way, youâre enjoying it regardless, kissing and licking all along the porcelain skin of Wonyoungâs princess feet.
Itâs nothing but pure, concentrated bliss, all the while Yujin takes your cockhead between her toes, squeezing the most sensitive part, rubbing that undersideâthen she pulls away, kneels into the cushions to lean forward, and licks the length of your cock before she takes it into her mouth.
All this abrupt pleasure hits at once when Yujin consumes your cock whole, mouth descending straight to your base without a modicum of struggle. The heat from her mouth is overwhelming, and her lips wrap perfectly around your shaft, head bobbing at such an accelerated pace that has you moaning without any control left. As usual, her gaze is laced with lust, making all these filthy slurps when she fills her throat with cock, pulling back only to coat it with more spit. Then, she slowly eases her lips off your head until she goes back in, every last inch gobbled up, like sheâs on a mission to prove her superiority in sucking cock.
"Oh my god, Yujin," you moan in ecstasy, because this girl is just a pro at taking it all down her throat with sheer hunger. Sheâs deepthroating you like a champ, bobbing her head in a blur, these sloppy passes that drip saliva down to your balls, and Wonyoung just looks on with her ego deflated, her pride shattered.
âYou can help out, you know,â Yujin suggests, messy drool dripping down her chin as she keeps her lips tight around your cock, with her hands cradling your balls. Wonyoung hesitates for a moment, because she would much rather be the star of the show than share the spotlight, but eventually joins in, licking away at your sack while Yujin has your entire length in her mouth.
When the pair work together, the room gets filled with the sounds of sloppy slurps and hungry licks, two wonderful pairs of lips and tongues that no longer compete, but cooperate. Wonyoung gets her lips right on your balls, sucking them with so much vigor as she takes them one at a time, giving each individual attention until theyâre covered in as much spit as your cock. Yujin keeps bobbing away, lips sliding from base to tip, then the reverse, these long strokes that have you groaning her name as you run fingers between her hair, the only thing you can do to find an anchor for this intense double blowjob that you never want to end.
âFuck, there, like that, f-fuckââ
You canât even say much more. Somehow, it keeps getting better, when these two put their competitive nature aside to share your cock between their perfect little mouths, taking turns so that each girls spends an equal amount of time licking your balls, sucking you off, wandering their warm, wet tongues everywhere to taste every part of you thatâs there.
The next time Wonyoung gets you back in her mouth, sheâs even greedier than usual, and youâre in such orgasmic bliss with these two treating your cock so well. You canât imagine handling more of thisâbecause each time her lips get wrapped around your shaft, it might be the last before you explode.
Yujin has no complaints about being delegated to keeping your balls wet, which causes Wonyoung to abandon all elegance, when this sloppy blowjob becomes difficult to endure, these wet lips really doing a number on you.
These pretty girls, theyâre so methodical in their movements, licking all the right spots on your sensitive cockhead, keeping you on edge in anticipation of your next opportunity to stuff your length down their throat. They kiss with your shaft sandwiched between their lips, exchanging saliva as they do so, and it's so wet, messy, and full of nothing but unadulterated lust, this joint oral assault to encourage the inevitable.
Itâs embarrassing how much youâre moaning, spilling those sounds out between your lips like these girls spilling drool, but who could blame you, when thereâs a pretty naked girl on either side of you, stretched out, leaning over in your lap, swapping your cock between them. Itâs an unforgettable image that has you at their mercy.
Everything builds into this culmination of bliss, the constant head bobbing, tongue lathering, these needy little cock kisses they plant on your shaft, and itâs beyond overwhelming to have your shaft get this much attention. Their mouths feel amazing in their own unique ways: the shape of their lips, their hot breath on your balls, the vigorous use of their tonguesâone more lick is enough to send you to that impending release.
Thereâs no way to survive much longer.
âShit, oh god,â you moan out, because you canât handle all this stimulation, nor can you handle Wonyoungâs lips, or how Yujin slurps on your heavy balls, both caressing a thigh, sliding an extra finger down to your balls, whatever it takes to arrive at the finish line. You canât think straightânot when Wonyoung stays down at your base, looking up ever so often with those doe eyes, nose pressing into your crotch. This indulgent mixture of sensations has you primed to erupt.
âIâm gonna fucking cum,â you blurt out, and those words come in a short breath with unbelievable bliss creeping into your voice. Neither of them seem too concerned by your announcement, no intention of slowing down as you approach your limit, and if anything, they ramp up the energy to speed this orgasm to its rightful conclusion.
âThink you can finish him off, princess?â asks Yujin, and Wonyoung gets this insulted look in her eyes when she glares daggers back.
âBetter than you can.â
No more words get wasted, because Wonyoung is too dedicated to stuffing your cock down her greedy throat, earning every one of those twitches and throbs your shaft makes.
âWe know you can, princess. Use that fucking throat to milk a nice, thick load out of daddyâs cock. Youâve earned that.â
Thereâs no stopping it. Wonyoungâs going to make you cum, no doubt, and youâre just savoring these last few moments, those wet, forceful slurps pleading for your load. Yujin squeezes your thigh to help draw it all out, and itâs just too impossible to hold out. One more stroke down to your base has you throbbing like crazy, and then you lock Wonyoung in, pressing her into your crotch while you cum down her throat, letting out these loud, desperate fucking groansâ
And then youâre fervently unloading into her warm mouth, shooting out these massive spurts that fill her throat, and itâs the best reward you could give her. Wonyoung would never admit that itâs way more than she can handle, but thatâs not going to stop you from pumping her throat with all your hot fucking seed, that load thick enough to choke onâbut sheâs taking it all so well, that pretty mouth a perfect vessel for this cum that she keeps milking all out.
âDonât swallow yet,â Yujin commands, which is hard for Wonyoung to listen to, because thereâs just so much cum that threatens to spill out between those messy red lips. In spite of that, youâre going to keep her still, making sure all your load finds its way down that throat, holding Wonyoung right there until it all starts to subside.
You know thereâs nothing more they both want than to make damn sure youâre all good and emptied.
As the pleasure wanes, so does your harsh grip, and then Wonyoung pulls her lips off, which reveals your entire cock coated with messy saliva, strings of spit falling from the tipâmarking the cushions.
The room falls silent as Wonyoung struggles to keep all that hot cum inside her mouth, because the temptation is sweeter than honey to just take it all down her stomach. But for a change, sheâs obeying.
âCome here, princess,â Yujin says, and gestures the girl to lean her way, who does exactly so without complaint, eyes locked together. When she has Wonyoung at the perfect distance, Yujin pulls her into this obscene kiss as they share that warm mouthful of cum between their lips, swapping it, each equally greedy to take more than their share.
Itâs erotic, a sight to behold, and while your high lingers, they have their playful, sloppy cum-kiss, the perfect way to end this opening climax. As their tongues stay in each otherâs mouth, messy, glazed lips run with your thick cum thatâs more than enough to keep you hard as a rock. It doesnât matter who has most of the load anymoreâall they care about is giving you a show, giving you this pornographic display thatâs the perfect finale for this first chapter.
Neither of them ever takes the lead as they smack their cum-stained lips together, your load and their saliva mixing as one, in this absolute filthy display of gratitude that you couldn't tear your gaze away from even if you tried. When that heated kiss comes to a halt, thereâs a collective grin on their lips as they both tilt their heads back, claiming their part of your seed before it fills the depths of their stomachs.
âDelicious,â Wonyoung says, while Yujin licks her lips in agreement. Thereâs one more lust-filled embrace, showing off empty tongues as they wander around in each otherâs mouth, until they pull away and turn their attention towards you, sharing that same sense of mischievous intent.
âNot a bad little cocksucker, isnât she, daddy?â Yujin asks, as Wonyoung runs her finger over her lips, making sure not a drop goes untasted. Youâre still catching your breath as they both reach out to help you off the couch, heading towards the stairwell that leads toward the upper bedrooms.
âIâve learned from the best.â
Thereâs not enough time to let that out of character compliment sink in as they both head up the stairs, leaving a trail of clothes behind as it gives one small opening to gawk at their flawless, naked bodies. Your ascent up the stairs doesnât quite match their excitement, because youâre still recuperating, still in this post-orgasm bliss that has your legs feeling like jelly.
You saunter down the hallway with your steps light, one foot after the other, and itâs obvious which bedroom theyâve chosen. The door to yours is wide open, and the noises emanating from inside arenât the least bit subtle. What you see when you head in doesn't leave much to the imagination; Wonyoungâs spread out in this obscene fashion on top of your bedspread, showing off that sinful figure, while Yujin lays on her stomach, head buried between those spread thighs, simply having her way with the girlâs drenched pussy.
Itâs quite the shameless display to walk in on, and you feel like youâve interrupted their fun, even if itâs your bed theyâve invadedâbut a quick signal from Wonyoungâs long fingers erases that doubt, calling you over to join them.
âStarted without me, huh?â you ask, as you climb onto the bed to get a closer view to the fun theyâre having, this lewd display in front of you.
Yujin's unapologetic, effulgent smile is enough of an answer. Sheâs eating Wonyoung out with so much reckless abandon, her tongue buried inside that sweet little cunt. âDaddy took too long, and our princess here just tastes so fucking good.â
You canât really blame her. Youâd do the same. Wonyoung tastes like the best types of candy all rolled into one, such tangy, delectable sweetness thatâs irresistible, impossible to get your mouth off her until youâve made her cum six ways to Sunday.
And the way Wonyoung moans makes this even more arousing, these cute whimpers slipping out of her open lips, writhing in your sheets with each careful lick. Yujinâs not even going for the kill yet, shoving her tongue inside that needy hole as she takes it nice and slow, enjoying her pussy like fine wine. Now that youâve joined, the slurps that fill the room get even louder, Yujin refusing to take a moment to breathe, lapping up Wonyoungâs delicious juices that soak her chin with just how wet that tasty pussy is.
âFuck! Youâre so good, so good at that, donât stop, donât stop, oh god, fuck, donât stopââ
Yujin gets this insatiable look in her eyes, because she can eat pussy like nobody else, so effortlessly, like itâs her job. She knows Wonyoungâs body better than her own, knows all the right nerves to hit. With this insatiable need, she plays with Wonyoungâs swollen clit using short flicks of her tongue, both teasing and giving an overwhelming amount of pleasure, just driving the girl into an intoxicating state of bliss.
Itâs fucking beautiful how sensitive Wonyoung gets in such a short span of time, and Yujin is utterly relentless, selfishly indulging herself in this shameless feast, sloppy as can be, dragging her tongue through every bit of that delicious cunt.
Thereâs precision in that tongue, and Yujin eats Wonyoung out like she wants to show off how fast sheâll make her cum, because itâs embarrassing how easy it is to turn the poor thing into a puddle. And when Yujin finds that sweet spot, she makes Wonyoung absolutely lose it, with her fingers all tangled in the sheets; makes her arch right off the mattress as that pretty face contorts in new unimaginable ways.
âYu-jiâYujâfuck!â Wonyoung canât even think of enough words to beg with, and her cries grow into these pathetic sobs, hips bucking on their own, as sheâs trying to keep herself right on Yujin's lips. Itâs quite unfair, that Yujin can turn either of you into a begging mess without trying, because her oral skills are next level, and the worst part is she knows how good she is and how easy she can make someone cum.
That arrogance grows, and Yujin is so enamored with the noises she gets Wonyoung to make, how easy it is to make her fall apart. Because she can pull back at any time, drunk on this power she holds over her that gives so many unfair advantages.
âWhat do you think, daddy?â Yujin asks, looking in your direction when she comes up to breathe, but doesnât dare grant any respite, fingers frantically rubbing that throbbing little clit. âShould we let her cum?â
Itâs devilish the way she asks, sinful the way she takes authority over Wonyoungâs desiresâthe prospect of denial a powerful high for her. Thereâs nothing better than seeing how Wonyoung gets such a pleading look in her eyes destined for tears, and youâre more than happy to watch Yujin edge the poor girl to oblivion. But youâve also endured the worst of Yujinâs torturous ways too many times to count, so you know what itâs like to experience such agonizing desperation.
âLet her cum,â you say, while Yujin dives back in, licking Wonyoungâs pretty cunt with that skilled tongue that sends her flying down a path of delirium, falling apart realizing she wonât have to work for her climax. âSheâs earned this one.â
Yujin canât find any reasons to disagree, and rewards Wonyoung with such merciless slurps of her clit thatâs going to have her making a mess in no time. Itâs not often that Yujin doesnât spend time playing with her food, but sheâs so ruthless in her assault, because god, you know firsthand what that mouth can do to a person,
âYou heard him, princess. Be a good girl and cum for us.â
There isnât anything else that Wonyoung can do at this point, when her impending orgasm bubbles right under the surface. Yujin doesn't plan on slowing down her pace, giving it her all with nothing but unyielding strokes of her tongue, and works through every spot that gives the most priceless reactions.
âY-Yujin, please, keepâfuck, pleaseââ Itâs a mishmash of incoherence that Wonyoung can barely voice out, scrambling for anything in reach, the first thing she finds being your wrist as she pulls on it, her nails almost breaking the skin. Yujin makes a last ditch effort to draw out more whines, more of that sweet nectar, because she canât get enough of how it spills onto her tongue while she licks Wonyoung just the right way, until her legs start to tremble, until sheâs squirming without any self-control as she holds tight on your forearm. âDonât stop, please donât stop, donâtââ
Wonyoung makes these breathless noises while her mouth hangs open, toes curling into the sheetsâthen sheâs cumming on Yujinâs face without a shred of reluctance, making a total mess that she loves being responsible for. Yujin loves when she can get Wonyoung like this, get her face all covered in those delicious juices, but itâs not enough when she turns her into a shaky, uncontrollable wreck, so helplessly writhing in your sheets.
When Yujin doubles down without any warning, you canât say you expected anything less. Her fingers get so deep in Wonyoungâs cunt thatâs an utter wet mess, and you can just hear the squelch, how fucking drenched she is. Thatâs not enough for Yujin, who gets her mouth back on that oversensitive clit, lashing her tongue over the pink bud, all while frantically pumping away into her heat without any remorse, working both in tandem.
âNo, s-stop, pleaseâno more, I c-canâtââ Wonyoung begs, her voice coming out strangled and weak, but Yujin ignores anything coming out of her lips as she works her fingers in a frenetic way, curling them inside knuckle deep.
âBut you told me not to stop, didnât you? Which is it, princess? Donât you wanna cum again for us?â Uninterested in Wonyoungâs cries of protest, Yujinâs going to keep this train of overstimulation going, wringing another orgasm out of herâ
And before you know it, sheâs squirting all over your sheets, Yujinâs merciless fingers, and wherever else sheâs allowed to.
Wonyoungâs overwhelmed to tears when sheâs finishing out her second climax, but Yujin isnât showing any intentions to stop, just ruining the poor thing to pieces, sending her through all these endless spasms that keep a smirk etched on her devilish lips.
Itâs beyond evident Wonyoung canât take it anymore, but that hasnât stopped Yujin before. Sheâs intent on keeping those climaxes going by rubbing the poor girlâs sensitive clit in these unforgiving circles, staining your sheets with endless, violent gushes of squirt, like sheâs getting off on how many times she can make Wonyoung get off. Only when she has her fill of sadistic pleasure does Yujin ease off, fingers absolutely drenched in arousal that she brings to her lips, making such a lewd display of cleaning them off before planting soft kisses on Wonyoungâs pussy that almost brings her to the brink of one more forceful climax.
âThatâs our good girl,â Yujin says, climbing up Wonyoung's breathless form, and it finally seems like sheâs done with her, stroking the pretty locks of her hair until the intense trembles start to dissipate, allowing some much needed rest.
Yujinâs attention snaps right back to you, which youâre happy to have, because that performance sheâs been putting on has maintained your arousal, keeping all the blood rushing in your cock. âDaddyââ
That pause she takes makes you nervous. Thereâs such an overwhelming look of desire to have your cock buried deep in any part of her, getting the gears in your head turning, and thereâs this mess of anticipation while you wait for what words come next.
âWhile our Wonyoungie restsâŠâ
Again, thereâs another moment of hesitation that makes your heart beat faster, and Yujin looks directly into your eyes in such an enticing way when she asks, âHow about you figure out how you want to fuck me?â
One of the things that youâve come to appreciate about Yujin is how she doesnât mince words: sheâs every bit direct when offering herself up on a silver platter. The possibilities are endless, and with your imagination running wild, itâs nearly impossible to narrow it down to one.
âSo, what will it be, daddy? Wanna get me on all fours? Or maybe I can ride you for a while, bounce on that thick cock until you cum. Any position you wantâI can just lay here on the bed while you ram that cock in me. Whatever gets a load into me the fastest.â
All these options form this limitless menu that you could sort through forever, but deep down thereâs one thing you really want, one thing that Wonyoungâs never even had before, that Yujin loves almost more than getting your cum in her, and it makes you stroke your cock just thinking about it.
âFuck, I want your assâwanna get you all stretched out, get my cock deep in youâwant our little princess to watch me pound your tight little asshole.â
Yujin is delighted by your answer, and reaches into your nightstand drawer, pulling out a familiar bottle of lubricant (one thatâs half empty, which reminds you to make a mental note to order a bigger bottle next time). Wonyoungâs still all but passed out in her haze, which works out just fine, because you wonât have any distractions to deal with.
The clear bottle gets put in your hands, and before you can open it, Yujinâs far too eager for her own good. âFrom behind?â
âYeah, from behind.â Itâs the classic choice, although while thereâs some appeal in having her ride you with a dick in her ass, it doesnât quite let you see all of Yujin as you would like, nor does it let you see how hard youâre going to make those cheeks bounce. Once the option gets finalized, Yujin shuffles into position and props herself right next to Wonyoung, balancing her knees into the mattress, while she leans forward on her forearms, palms flat on the sheets.
Itâs quite a breathtaking viewâit always is, all those voluptuous curves at your disposal when you find your place behind Yujin, palming those wide hips, and that juicy thick ass that youâre just moments away from filling all up.
Yujinâs a little more than impatient as you pop the top of the lube, spilling plenty of it right into her puckered hole, then fingering it all in. This part always gets you excited the most, feeling the heavenly tightness of her perfectly snug asshole, but you swear Yujin would rather skip the prep than waste time, as if anything other than a finger could fit in there unprepared.
Still, you don't deny yourself time to play with that hole, slipping a glistening finger in until it just about disappears, and even then itâs so suffocating around one digit, making you throb just thinking about how that same tightness will feel around your cock. After prying your finger out, Yujin is more than ready when she looks over her shoulder in anticipation, and you canât help but give that thick ass a spank as youâre jerking lube into your cock, giving yourself some necessary relief at the same time.
Once Yujin is all good and prepped, you put one hand on her hip, and press the swollen head of your cock right against her asshole, taking your sweet time trying to enter. You hold your breath and savor the moment of trying to slide past that tense ring of muscleâeven though Yujinâs an expert at taking a cock up her ass, youâll have to show remarkable restraint, since no matter how much she relaxes, itâs just not going to go in right away.
âFuck,â you groan out, prodding your cock at this tight barrier that feels like itâll never give. âYujin, godâyour asshole is just so fucking tightâŠâ
Itâs almost like a test, like Yujin wants you exhaustively overwhelmed before sheâll relax enough for you to slip in. But thatâs all part of the fun, slowly working through the tight rim of her ass, that inviting stretch that never gets old, all the lube doing its part until somehow your cockhead slips in without much effort.
âMmâdaddy, more, need moreâŠâ
Thereâs not a hint of demand in Yujinâs tone, all this pure desire dripping like honey in her voice when she lets out all these tenuous whines. Youâre not even an inch inside her ass, but itâs already too burdensome to slip more inside that hot little asshole. And yet, you can tell she just wants you to split her open.
âDaddy, come on. Need you, need you all in my ass. Donât you wanna open me up?â And she asks that like you havenât been trying your best, havenât been fighting this uphill battle since youâve lubed up your cock. Then thereâs this momentâthis fleeting moment where Yujin stops being all tense, where you can slide deeper, and the deeper you go, the less resistance you get, Yujinâs tight ass swallowing up more, inch by inch.
Youâre almost to the hilt, and Yujinâs got clenched fistfuls of your sheets, uttering a gamut of whimpers as more of your cock disappears into her ass, absolutely driven to bottom her out.
"Just like that," Yujin tells you, like youâre already not being driven mad by how tight her asshole makes your cock feel, this intense suffocating grip that you just need a little more, just another inch or so to fill it allâ
âYou better not go easy on her.â
Lying on her side, Wonyoungâs gotten her energy back, and sheâs just waiting for the show to startâthis not so subtle reminder that she loves watching you two fuck. In typical fashion, she doesnât want to be left out even if sheâs not participating in this, and it gives you yet another excuse to not hold back.
âOh, youâre awake. Just in time to watch how daddyâs going to stretch my ass.â
âI wasnâtâwhatever, you better ruin that ass until she canât walk,â Wonyoung says when she looks in your direction, and itâs funny how bossy she gets even in situations sheâs not involved with.
âDonât you worry. Daddyâs gonna destroy my asshole, isnât that right?â
You donât make any effort to answer a painfully obvious question, and instead pull your hips back to send your first swift stroke right into Yujinâs perfect ass, groaning for more. For now, you canât quite thrust the way you like, the way Yujin wants you to, but youâll get there soon enough as you start out slow and deliberate, moving your hips in short bursts of satisfaction. The more your dick slides in this slick little asshole, the more you open it right up, each thrust more greedy than the last, and Yujin is so eager to accept all of your length, just waiting for you to bury yourself in that thick ass.
âIts, fuckâitâs so big, daddy,â Yujin says, already falling apart by the time you manage the first thrust balls deep, and then youâre doing it again, then again, and again, your strokes beginning to deepen, your shaft disappearing in her ass with ease.
Now that you've conquered any leftover resistance, opened Yujin all the way up to accommodate your cock, nothing stands in the way from grabbing those sinful hips, holding her steady as you settle right into this quick, feverish rhythm, sliding into that tight asshole over and over, stuffing her full with your dick.
And youâre not the least bit gentle, gathering momentum as you plunge harder, your hips sending harsh slaps into the flesh of Yujinâs ass that jiggles with each thrust, driving you wild when you pump into her tight hole, fitting your cock all the way in. âYujinâgonna fucking ruin this ass, gonna make this tight little hole mine.â
To prove your point, you slam your cock into her ass without a care, and itâs absolutely sinful how Yujin looks so needy like this, bent over in this obscene angle on her hands and knees thatâs just begging you to give it to her without mercy.
Then as you dig fingers deeper into those hips, fucking Yujin nice and deep to oblige her desires, sheâs pushing her body back onto you, getting you as deep as youâll go while you pick up the pace with each subsequent thrust, until youâre pumping into her asshole in a rough, unforgiving rhythm thatâs easy to get lost in.
âDaddy, your cockâitâs so perfect, pleaseâjust fuck me, my little asshole can handle it, just fucking pound me, show me how deep you can go,â Yujin says in between ragged breaths, as that ass relentlessly grips your shaft, refusing to release, claiming your cock for herself. Itâs this breakneck pace thatâs taking Yujinâs breath away, and sheâs so content to be used like this, fists balled up in tight clenches while waiting for the next thrust.
âI donât think youâre fucking her hard enough,â Wonyoung pipes in, getting a little too comfortable dictating on the sidelines. âI think she can handle more. Much more, come on, daddy, stretch her out with that big fucking cock.â
Sheâs not wrongâif Yujin is still coherent, then you havenât done your job yet.
With every snap of your hips, those thick cheeks bounce hypnotically from the impact, and you want to keep that jiggle going, so you can't help give an open handed smack right on her round ass, relishing the startled gasp that leaves her lips when you do it once more.
âYou can do better than that, canât you, daddy? Smack that fat ass harder,â Wonyoung demands, and sheâs pulling the strings a little too well for comfort. And yetâyouâre inclined to follow those orders, so you smack Yujinâs ass again harder, much harder, leaving a reddening handprint on the flesh, taking in how it moves underneath your palm.
You can't help indulging yourself (and Wonyoung) with a few more, one after the other, spanking Yujinâs beautiful ass until the imprints overlap into this canvas of different shades.
"Harder, smack that fucking ass harder, daddy. Make it hurt, make it hurt so fucking good," Yujin pleas, and sheâs too far gone in bliss, enjoying this role reversal that really gets you going, really gets your hips moving, because youâre just intent on dominating Yujin in ways you never have. Itâs intoxicating, the power and leverage over her, just having your way with that tight impeccable body, and thereâs nothing better than pounding her ass while you make those plump cheeks ripple.
Itâs this perfect rhythm: a pop of your hips, a harsh thrust that hits balls deep in her asshole, then itâs followed by another smack on her assâone that echoes, one that stings. Yujin just loves it, the pain that comes when your palm smacks that tender flesh, and the ripples never end, nor does the way her asshole clench tighter around your pistoning cock when you really give it to her like she deserves.
âThis ass, Yujin, godâit just feels so fucking good,â you groan, and every time you smack that delicious flesh, Yujin lets out this delightful whine, each slap stinging more. âDo you know how much I love fucking your perfect little asshole?â
Itâs rhetorical at best, but Yujin rolls her hips back into every stroke, trying to grant you even more access to wreck her ass, to get you somehow even deeper. Ever so often you catch yourself looking at Wonyoung for approval, your palm slapping with such impact that rips these helpless moans from Yujinâs throat. And then you fall in the same rhythm of your relentless thrusts, just pounding away like your hips move with a mind of their own.
Once youâve found the perfect pace, thereâs a countless number of marks all over Yujinâs ass, evidence of your handiwork that makes you grin at how red and tender those cheeks are. Your focus pivots into drilling Yujinâs stretched out hole at such a blistering pace that puts a grin on Wonyoung's oh so wicked lips.
Having control like this feels so unfamiliar, but youâll savor every moment, as itâs not often Yujin gives it up so easily, just melting and letting herself get claimed like this. You get so greedy with your hips, driving yourself the hardest, deepest you can into her wrecked little hole that gapes on every thrust, fucking Yujin with all the force your hips can give, unwilling to slow down for anything.
âSo good, daddy feels so fucking good, fuckâI love how youâre stretching out my asshole. Just ruin me, fucking ruin me, donât stop fucking me like this, donât fucking stop until I can feel your thick cum, fill my ass up, daddy.â
Yujinâs completely drunk on bliss, this absolute mess of euphoria that renders her nearly incomprehensible as sheâs losing whatever leftover dominance lingers in her words.
âYou heard her. Make sure she canât fucking walk.â Wonyoung stares you into submission, as your thrusts get so reckless and beyond manageable. Yujin gets forced flat onto her stomach by your momentum, her legs flailing back helplessly and stretching out underneath your thighs until sheâs lying prone on the sheets with her feet hanging off the edge of the mattress.
âThere you go, much better. Pound her ass like a fucking whore, daddy,â Wonyoung says, the words that sheâs spewing a complete 180, devoid of anything resembling elegance, and youâve never been happier to obey them.
With your legs spread around either side of Yujinâs frame, you take greedy handfuls of those meaty cheeks for leverage, and ream into that poor asshole. Never do you break stride as you mercilessly fuck her into the mattress, drilling her ass in such a debaucherous fashion without remorse, testing the springs of your bed.
Yujinâs gotten so used to this treatment, eating it all up while sheâs gotten so easy to defile, so easy for her greedy little asshole to devour your entire shaft, like it belongs there, like it has no plans on relinquishing that perfect grip.
And somehow, Yujin still feels so unimaginably tight despite everything youâve done, despite how far you can bury your cock in that ruined hole. Maybe, you think, thereâs some new angle you can hit, some new part of her that hasnât been stretched out past its; youâre going to keep trying, going to keep destroying that ass and using her body until your cock canât take it any longer.
âHeâs fucking you so deep, isnât he, Yujinnie? Getting that gaped little asshole ready for a huge fucking load?â Youâve gotten your fingers deep into the pillowy softness of Yujinâs ass, kneading at the delicate flesh thatâs still all tender and red. Every word that escapes from Wonyoung spurs you on, urging your hips to keep this up as you work your way up Yujinâs sweaty back, snaking up her body until you reach those gorgeous messy locks that youâve got your sights on.
And even before you get your fingers all tangled up, Yujin's chasing a final breath as you get more than a little familiar with each set of strands, grabbing deep handfuls to tug on. While Yujin can handle a rough fuck on any given day, pulling her hair like this does something extra to her, wrings out every little morsel of pleasure, makes her almost tear your sheets to shreds until sheâs absolutely drooling into your mattress.
Itâs then that Yujin makes these desperate, incoherent sounds that fuel your thrusts, equal parts wanton moans and whines, just all fucked out as she lies prone, embracing every forceful stroke into her ass, never ever satisfied enough.
âThatâs my girl, thatâs my Yujin, taking this dick so fucking well, arenât you?â Her asshole feels so broken in by now, so accustomed to this ruthless approach of ramming your length in her, that itâs become second nature to take you so deep. Thereâs not a shred of mercy while you pull yourself into a squat, feet flat on the mattress, knees bent, as you absolutely drill Yujin, like sheâs the most perfect toy made to take your cock.
âHeâs really giving it to you, fucking you so hard and so deep. You like being daddyâs little fleshlight?â Wonyoung asks, with a no less than healthy dose of condescension in her tone as you keep Yujin pinned into the mattress, not giving her a moment to rest as you throw aside any last remnants of restraint and hammer that tight asshole with the only intention to fill it up to the brim.
âYouâre just ruining daddyâs sheets, huh? And youâre just taking it all, every fucking inch, arenât you? Fuck, your ass must feel so full of his dick right now.â
âJealous?â Yujin asks, without even turning her head, and her voice sounds so strained, so blissed out. It isn't everyday she plays the part of submissive toy, letting you defile her body in such ways youâve never been able to imagine as you pull on those soft strands of hair to angle her ass right for you to fit into. That warm asshole never disappoints, wrapped around you like a vice, and if you keep this up you might justâ
âNo, not even the littlest bit,â Wonyoung fires back, and she sounds rather insulted. âIâm just here to watch you get fucked like a good little toy, like the needy slut you are.â
As much as youâre enjoying this little back-and-forth, and as euphoric as it is to pound away at her gaped little hole, thereâs so little you can do to resist your impending climax, because this isnât sustainable, and youâre about to fucking explode inside Yujin.
"Y-you'reâfuckâyouâre so deep, so fucking deep. Daddy, give me that load, want it so badâyouâre gonna cum inside me, right? Want my asshole filled with all your hot cum, pleaseââ
Yujinâs begging like her life depends on it, and itâs not like she canât feel the twitches your cock makes whenever you get in balls deep, or how your breathing gets so erratic, like she doesnât know youâre seconds away from throbbing to release.
Youâre just counting the breaths left until you explode.
When your hands drop from those sweaty strands, you slide down her toned back, getting a good handful of ass to help smack right before the point of no return, plunging every last inch into Yujin in one last devastating thrust.
âCum in her, fucking fill her little asshole,â Wonyoung says, helping encourage your finale, doing her part to help drain your balls. âWanna see you fuck a load into that pretty ass.â
Nothing you do could prevent otherwise, staying buried to the hilt while you bottom out one last time, until the tight clench of her puckered hole finishes the job. It's like there's a collective breath being let out as you start spilling into Yujin's asshole, all this hot cum filling her insides in these hot, powerful spurts that sheâs milking all out, that make you groan when they shoot up from your tip into her ass, making violent throbs along with them.
Thereâs no better relief than this, having Wonyoung here while you flood Yujinâs wrecked hole up with cum, her walls somehow gripping tighter on your spurting cock as they urge every last drop out. Your thrusts keep every bit of strength as you spill and spill, lips kissing at the crook of Yujinâs neck so she can hear you moan directly in her ears. Yujin revels in hearing her own name when your climax keeps going, this euphoric feeling of being pumped full of warm seed invigorating her, and you know she can make a mess in your sheets from anal alone.
The bliss lasts foreverâand even when youâre spent, exhausted almost beyond repair, you canât stop moving your hips, fucking that load deeper inside her. All you want is to remain inside that heavenly ass, just stay nestled into that warm asshole for as long as possible, but Yujinâs writhing underneath you, ready to show off that thick dripping load.
Pulling out takes Herculean effort, but you want to enjoy the fruits of your labor, see how much cum Yujin has taken from youâwhat feels like the biggest load of your life. As you lament the loss of her tightness around you, the sight more than compensates. That gaping little hole oozes out an absolute mess, one spurt turning into several, this mesmerizing, pearlescent hot load that leaks from inside Yujin and carelessly falls onto your sheets like there won't be any end to it.
Itâs a view thatâll be etched in your mind forever, Yujin in such a ruined state, spreading her cheeks to proudly display how gaped youâve made her wrecked asshole as it leaks out your load in intermittent dribbles, and you wish you could rewind the clock and experience this all over again.
"Shit, Yujin," you whisper under your breath, not finding a better way to vocalize your raw euphoria, not even believing all this thick cum you managed to dump into her.
âNot bad, I guess,â Wonyoung says, always needing to have the final sayâbut she can only hide so much pretend apathy in her voice, scooting a little closer to get a proper view, and rests her hand on your back like a way of praising you for a job well done. She looks so pleased with herself, this devious smile on her lips like sheâs going to take all the credit for your load leaking out of Yujin.
Before you can say anything in response, with little time to bask in the aftermath after youâve slumped over besides Yujin, Wonyoung pulls your cock by the base closer to her mouth, taking that sensitive cockhead between those warm, plump lips and sucks what last bit of cum she can coax out.
âFuck, heyâitâs sensitive,â you hiss in protest, but you know that doesnât matter one bit to her. Sheâs learned from the master.
âI know. Thatâs the best part.â
Wonyoung starts sucking at the very tip, where the last remains of your essence are, sliding her lips down to your base in one fluid motion. Those lips are a blessing and a curse, so eager to clean your cock off, but itâs hard to enjoy the warmth of her mouth when youâre this fucking sensitive.
âIf you want daddyâs cum so much, why don't you get over here and eat it out of my ass?" Yujin asks, in this absolute shameless way that is all the invitation she needs.
Wonyoung barely lets the words leave Yujin's mouth before dropping your cock with a greedy slurp, scrambling on the bed to position her lips so she can get a taste. Her tongue rolls out and licks up that spilled seed, hungrily lapping at Yujin's ravaged hole. There's not an ounce of timidness as she plunges in deep, tongue swirling around with intent to clean up every last bit of your load, sucking and licking it right out of Yujinâs asshole.
Yujin's clearly enjoying herself too, letting out little soft moans as Wonyoung gets her tongue buried inside that rim, lapping away, looking so desperate, so hungry.
âI think our princess really likes the taste of my ass,â Yujin teases, looking over her shoulder as Wonyoung works on cleaning her asshole. Sheâs long past gathering your cum out of it, just getting in there with that tongue as she takes the time to swirl around it, getting that puckered hole all nice and wet with saliva.
âFuck, sheâs almost as good at eating my ass as you are, daddy,â Yujin says, and you want to defend yourself, but you have no words. Thereâs no point in speaking when you can just watch Wonyoung tonguefuck Yujinâs asshole, spreading those cheeks as wide as theyâll go while she has all this urgency, her tongue getting so sloppy and invested with how the older girl tastes.
When sheâs had her fill (which takes a while, because Wonyoung eats her ass like there wasnât nearly enough cum to clean), you end up in this twisted pile of naked bodies, caught in the middle. While you lay there exhausted, catching your breath, you wonder how it got to this pointâhow youâve spent more time inside these women in the past few days than you have inside a classroom.
Youâre all due for a nice, long shower, but wellâyou know what happens in there when Yujinâs involved. Instead, you share lazy kisses with both girls, indulging the intimacy, and savoring the silence that sets in. Again. you wonder how you managed to be this lucky, how these perfect girls with these perfect bodies want to be here more than anywhere else, sprawled out in your sheets, with all these plentiful curves, like the concept of clothes never existed.
This all feels like a surreal dream that youâre scared to pinch yourself out of, scared that this blissful fantasy will get swallowed up in the ether, spitting you out alone in a cold, empty bed.
But itâs all very real.
The cute giggles they make, their radiant smiles, the tender kisses they keep peppering on your chest, neck, and everywhere they please, this innocent way they mark your body as theirs.
Nothing could be better than their impossibly warm bodies pressed close against your own as you share these quiet moments, where you could just lay here staring at them forever.
âWeâre not done yet, are we?â Wonyoung asks, after what feels like hours have gone by, tracing circles along your arm as she cuddles you.
While the physical exhaustion has taken its toll, not every part of you is convinced you can't go againâbut youâre more than content to just lay in this mess of limbs and never move again.
You look over at Wonyoung, then the clock on your nightstand, seeing that itâs not even close to midnight. With no classes to get in the way of the morning, your options seem limitless, and these two girls that are smothering you with affection, you know thereâs no worries about their stamina.
âThat all depends,â Yujin begins, caressing your cheek in this mindless matter as she nuzzles in closer, her hot breath on your neck that makes you sink into the sheets. âWhat do you think, daddy? Do you have another load in you?â
Just the thought of moving a muscle seems impossible, but you know this pair is just itching to deplete your reserves. âDunno. I think I need a little convincing.â
⊠âŠ
It turns out, both Wonyoung and Yujin, theyâre very good at convincing youâwith their mouths. A little diversion in the kitchen to down some water ends up with you sharing a tub of mint chocolate ice cream in the nude (of which is almost entirely eaten by Yujin and Wonyoung, but you'd never keep track).
Next thing you know, youâre gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, gazing down between your legs as these girls share your cock once more. And they put those ravenous lips to good use, a perfect combination of sloppy kisses and wet licks amid this strong suction that hollows out their cute cheeks.
This convincing technique, you find, is surprisingly effective, and youâll say yes to just about anything at this stage to keep this messy blowjob going.
They could ask you to give them the sun, the moon, and the stars, and youâd oblige without hesitation, only to have their pillowy lips on your shaft, worshiping it with their slutty drooling mouths.
When this oral session shifts back to the living room, youâre the one whoâs getting greedy, because hey, youâve earned a little bit of self-indulgence. Wonyoung's upside-down, laying mostly on the couch as her head dangles off the edge, mouth full of your cock, while you fuck her throat in these unforgiving thrusts. Yujinâs got her hands preoccupied as well, not missing a chance to play with Wonyoungâs body, pinching a nipple here, sliding a finger or two in that wet cunt, or keeping a hand wrapped around her throat so she can feel your shaft bulging it.
If you were to describe Wonyoungâs current state, messy would be underselling itâshe looks like a wreck, eyes starting to roll back from how deep you shove your cock down her throat, saliva spilling from those lips. Those perfect fucking lips were made for swallowing your cock balls deep.
Wonyoung might be choking on your cock a little more than usual, tears welling up at the corner of her eyes, and thereâs just drool everywhere, but hey, what better way to practice than having you fuck her face upside-down?
Yujinâs there to guide her through it, offering the occasional encouragement with Wonyoung lying vertically, angled in just the right way that has you pounding into her throat without respite, defiling that face like her mouth is this pretty little toy designed to please you.
âThat's a good fucking girl," Yujin tells her, and she knows the praise will only get Wonyoung more arousedâbecause her gurgles become louder, sloppier, lips pursing out when you just ram down her throat in merciless strokes, testing the absolute limits of her gag reflex.
"Look at you, princess, being such a good little fucktoy,â Yujin continues, while she keeps fingers gently wrapped around Wonyoungâs neck, not applying any pressure but feeling your thrusts, trying to gauge the outline of your cock within her throat. âThat pretty mouth must be making daddy feel so fucking good.â
All that praise could get Wonyoung off almost as much as two fingers curled in her cunt, but all Yujin hears in response is a strained gurgle and more heavy gags as you hold your cock down her throat, watching how her dark mascara runs while your balls press against her nose.
Wonyoung struggles now more than ever, unable to maintain any semblance of composure, but youâre less concerned with fucking her face, and more interested in using her throat as as cocksleeve to keep your shaft warm. You take such long, selfish plunges, and just hold your cock thereâyour length stuffed deep down her throat until she gags. Then you pull out and shove yourself back in, repeating this brutal defilement of her face that makes you throb, makes Wonyoung drip between her thighs, makes Yujin proud to watch it all.
Itâs messy, so fucking messy how Wonyoungâs gorgeous face can get borderline unrecognizable with how ruined her makeup is, drool spilling off her face to the carpet. Thatâs the best part, testing her, training her throat to take more of you. It feels like absolute fucking heaven to use her throat like this, but you can only withstand so much more of it.
âDaddy must be close. Princess, do you wanna have him bust all over that pretty face?â Wonyoungâs not in a position to answer, but everyone knows the response regardless. After one more thrust buried down her throat, you withdraw with these messy strings connecting your cock to her lips, and then you help her off the couch, get her kneeling right on the floor in front of you.
It takes every ounce of self-restraint not to explode in an instantâlooking over this gorgeous mess of a girl that waits for you to make her even more of a mess, beautiful eyes pleading while you leisurely stroke your spit-drenched cock in front of her face.
âDaddyâŠâ Wonyoung whines, and doesnât even wipe any of the saliva thatâs dripping from her face, letting it just run along her chin, down to her chest, her thighs and everywhere it wants. âWant you to blow a big fucking load on my face. Wanna be covered.â
Between those mascara smudged eyes, and the massive load you can feel churning in your balls, there couldn't be a more inviting target. Your grip gets tighter, fist coiled around your slick cock while you stroke at a maddening pace, and Wonyoung keeps her mouth hanging open, tongue out in preparation, as you give yourself a few final pumps, and thenâ
You cum hard with a violent groan, that milky white explosion coating Wonyoungâs face with the first big spurt, which makes her recoil at the volume of cum that hits her forehead and the bridge of her nose, trickling down towards her cheeks. You don't let her think too long, the next shot hitting her lips and her waiting tongue, and you keep blasting your load over that angelic face in an aimless direction, some ending up in her hair, others dripping down her chin.
You feel thereâs no end to this as you unload on Wonyoung's face, covering those pristine features in such a thick massive load, painting her with hot white spurts that continue to blast out onto her cheeks, nose, and everywhere in between. Yujin watches it all inches away, how this hot, messy facial makes Wonyoung look even prettier, unable to stifle a laugh while she grins, because there isnât a greater sight to her than your cum decorating that pristine face.
When itâs all over, Wonyoung basks in it, keeping her tongue out as the final spurts splash her, your heavy load dripping at a glacial pace. And itâs just absurd how good this girl looks covered in your cum, her face the absolute perfect canvas to be painted white.
âMessy little slut,â Yujin says, and thereâs a unified laugh as the three of you savor the moment, what an absolute mess Wonyoung is.
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It goes without saying (or maybe someone should say it to her face), that Wonyoungâs a little too obsessed with her phone.
Thereâs hardly a moment when itâs not glued between her fingers, when sheâs not throwing money at a new game (because itâs absolutely necessary that she has all the cute characters, like sheâll die without them). So itâs not surprising that Wonyoung needs to fetch her phone just to take a post-facial selfie, and still manages to make this cute expression through all the cum dripping down her face, tongue out, fingers in a v pose.
Youâre sure Wonyoungâs already sent a copy to each of your phones, the perfect way to preserve such a filthy sight, because this little voyeur loves to keep evidence when the moment is right.
Not only is Wonyoung a natural in front of the camera, but she also excels at sending these naked selfies during all the wrong moments, (itâs like she knows the exact moment you step into a classroom full of people). And of course, she has a fondness when thereâs someone (or herself) capturing her getting railed, so she can get off to it later when she doesnât have class, when thereâs nobody home to take care of her exhaustive needs.
You donât get nearly enough time to enjoy your fresh load on Wonyoungâs ruined face before youâre dragged away by your aching cock towards the hallway. Itâs the one that leads up to the stairwell, thatâs got a full-length mirror that gets used by the girls to check themselves before heading out.
Before you can breathe, youâre pushed up against the opposite wall, where you can get a good view of Yujinâs delicious ass in the reflection. Yet, itâs hard to focus on those appetizing cheeks when sheâs jerking your cock with an iron grip, as if sheâs trying to stroke all the sensitivity out of it. Yujin gets a good rhythm going until she spins around on her heels, so you can get an up-close look at that perfect ass, and those absurdly thick thighs that have gone far too long without being wrapped around your head.
âBefore we have our way with this naughty little princess, wanna have some fun with my thighs, daddy? I know how much you love themâŠâ
The sultriness in Yujinâs voice causes your length to throb with need in her firm grasp, even after blowing such a huge load minutes before. You simply nod along to her little tease, taking in how beautiful her naked body is as she guides your hands to her hips, those insanely wide hips that you love squeezing, leaving marks on when you sink into the deepest parts of her from behind.
Being mentally prepared for whatâs about to ensue does little, and you almost erupt again the instant Yujin squeezes her heavenly thighs together around your dick, that soft, inviting flesh snug around your length. The first few strokes of you fucking those glorious thighs are fast, greedy, and every bit desperate to keep your cock stimulated, to feel that silkiness of that bare flesh that hugs your length so well.
âFuckâŠâ you groan, because it feels too good not to voice your pleasure.
Wonyoungâs in the bathroom during all this, cleaning her face from the massive load you left on it, (and probably taking more cum-glazed selfies), when she comes back to the sight of you fucking Yujinâs delicious thighs in front of the mirror. Her throatâs still pretty raw from the pounding it just took, so Wonyoung leans up against the wall, keeping her eyes on how your cock slides through all this perfect, supple flesh that makes up Yujinâs thighs. All she can really do is let out an envious sigh.
Yujinâs bouncy thighs suffocate your throbbing cock, inching closer with each stroke, every needy thrust alongside her pink, dripping lips coating your trapped shaft with her nectar, and it feels as if you could erupt again any second from this relentless friction. Youâll stay in there until she can claim another load, until youâre moaning her name again, which may not be too long with how sensitive you are right now.
Thereâs nothing leaving your lips at this point, just tired moans when youâre watching this unfold through the mirror, how your cock gets wetter with every thrust, your fingers digging deeper into the flesh of her hips. Itâs not quite as fulfilling as slamming into Yujinâs tight pussy or that asshole, but itâs enough of a delicate squeeze to get you moaning, get your precum leaking down those thighs, which is really all Yujin could ask for.
From Wonyoungâs perspective, all she can see is your tip frantically sliding through as you fuck these meaty thighs that surround your cock in so much flesh, and itâs hard to find any sort of rhythm when that familiar pressure catches you by surprise. âYujinââ
One strained word and she knows, leading you closer towards the hallway mirror, until your tip almost touches the glass. Itâs inevitable, when your cock gets squeezed this way by her juicy thighs, that youâre not lasting another minute.
Wonyoung looks on, but remains suspiciously silent when you give Yujinâs hips one more desperate squeeze, one more deep thrust between her thighsâand then youâre groaning her name on your lips, spraying the mirror with hot, sticky spurts that cling to the glass. Another thrust, and another shot of cum blasts the glass, and if you could crane your neck to see Wonyoungâs face you would see the jealousy etched, that sheâs somehow envious of this inanimate object getting your load.
More thick streaks paint the glass, until your hips weaken, until your knees falter when you given all youâve got, letting the final spurts all out, the tip of your cock kissing the cold mirror, an exclamation point on your hot, messy climax. When everythingâs been exhausted from your balls, you slide out from those sticky thighs to observe how much of a mess youâve made, so much cum pooling down that glass, staining it with your seed that trickles down all the way to the hardwood floor.
Wonyoung canât take her eyes off all the thick cum thatâs sprayed the hallway mirror, like sheâll do anything to taste it, which Yujin knows as she catches a fleeting glance, then gracefully sinks to her knees. âYou can taste it when youâre the one who makes him cum.â
Thereâs no response but a pout. In that brief silence, Yujin slowly laps up the still warm, oozing semen, toying with it, sliding her tongue around the glass with these careful little licks to consume it all. Youâve never seen such a deflated look from Wonyoung, despite having the honors of earning your first shot of cum, sheâs greedy for more, this insatiable, spoiled girl.
With one more long lick, Yujin cleans up your mess, until the mirror gets as spotless as it can be, and smiles at herself through the mirror before turning towards you both. She gets up, sucks it all down, and gives Wonyoung a kiss, whoâs rather reluctant to return it given the emptiness of her mouth, but itâs at least this indirect way of getting to taste your cock, and Wonyoung would rather have that than nothing at all.
âGreedy little cumslut,â Wonyoung says, which surprises Yujin for a moment before she laughs it off while everyone exits the hallway.
⊠âŠ
Itâs midnight, or 2 am, you donât even know anymore. The sun isnât up which is all that matters, because the bedroom you're in (youâre pretty sure itâs Yujinâs but canât quite remember) has the most beautiful view of the skyline via this large panoramic window with its curtains drawn back which lets the moon shine in. Wonyoung has had ample time to put on a fresh layer of makeup, and somehow youâve all shared a shower without any incidents, mostly because you think Yujinâs got something devious cooked up.
When you're all settled in, Wonyoung is the only one dressed, wearing this gorgeous set of red lingerie with black stockings underneath a white silky robe, which answers why she took her sweet time in the bathroom getting all dolled up again.
Yujin quickly undoes the robe and casts it aside, leaving it crumpled on the floor as her hands roam over Wonyoung's divine body. Itâs a whole ritual of admiration, how Yujin is bestowing the girl before you like this grandiose gift thatâs been offered up, all adorned in lace, ribbons, and nylon, just waiting to be unwrapped. All this attention puts a shy smile on her face, because she can feel you undressing her with your eyes, and Yujin is not even remotely discreet, keeping those hands moving along her petite figure in an utterly shameless fashion.
Staying behind Wonyoung, Yujin gets all handsy, groping that tight body while she kisses the side of her delicate neck, then trails fingers down that toned abdomen, unsure of where theyâll stop. Surprisingly, Yujin is showing remarkable restraintâyou know if she had her way, all that lace would be in a ripped pile on the floor, and sheâd fuck Wonyoung to an early orgasm or two.
But so far, Yujin seems satisfied with merely appreciating her body, and honestly, so are you. Itâs a decadent sight, how all that lace clings to her perky breasts, and youâre jealous of how Yujin has a much better view of her round ass. But the vantage point you have on the bed isnât half bad, letting you take in those never-ending legs wrapped in enticing nylons, her body a true feast for your eyes.
âOur little princess looks so fucking sexy like this, doesnât she, daddy?" Yujin asks, but Wonyoung keeps fidgeting from the delicate kisses placed all across her neck, unable to stay still, squirming as those hands graze all across her hot skin.
When Wonyoung looks this stunning, there's not much you can say in reply, that lace doing wonders for her body, and those stockings help accentuate her long legs just perfectly. She looks so ravishing, such a delectable treat you could eat all up. âDo you want him to fuck you? Do you want daddy to ruin that tight little cunt?â
These arenât difficult questions, but Wonyoung still has trouble getting out a desperate nod. Itâs not helping when Yujin brushes fingers over her breasts through the fabric of her bra, with taunting touches so light they can hardly be felt, just to get that anticipation going.
âDidnât hear an answer, princess.â
Wonyoung seems like sheâs forgotten what words are, too flustered from these grazes that have her biting her lip, and itâs only going to get harder for the poor girl. âY-yesââ she gasps out, this barely coherent syllable when Yujin starts to squeeze her breasts, getting those nipples nice and hard through her bra, awakening all that sensitivity.
âWhat was that? Couldnât hear a thing, princess.â Yujin has this whole thing figured out, this meticulous plan to drive all the patience out of Wonyoung, stripping her defenses down like she plans on stripping those clothes off.
âI-I want daddy to fuck meâplease. I want him so fucking bad, want daddy inside me right nowâwant his cum filling me up.â
âThat all depends on you then,â Yujin says in a disapproving voice which gets this welling frustration forming onto Wonyoungâs pretty little face as she looks your way, like youâre going to help her out.
âCome here.â Yujin helps guide Wonyoung closer to the glass, pressing a hand against her stomach until sheâs up against the windowsill. You can see the sparkle in Yujinâs eyes when she raises one of Wonyoungâs arms and binds her delicate wrist with a black strap thatâs already attached to the corner of the window.
Before Wonyoung realizes whatâs happening, the same happens on the opposite side, until those slender arms are tethered to each side of the window, and sheâs locked in place.
Yujin never runs out of surprises.
You keep a careful eye on Wonyoung trapped against the window in such a vulnerable situation, but thereâs not so much as a single whine, nor any form of complaint. Maybe it's due to her complete trust in Yujin, or the thrill of being so helplessâbut most likely sheâs learning that she wonât always get her way. Regardless, these restraints feel natural to her, and get a wetness going between her legs thatâs going to ruin her panties.
But unsurprisingly, this isnât all, and the second part of this surprise comes when Yujin grabs something out of the nearest drawerâa long, black strip of fabric that she dangles in the air enticingly until you realize what it is. Itâs a silk blindfold, and it gets you out of your seat when Yujin offers it over to you. Looking in Wonyoungâs eyes for reassurance, you use it to cover them up, blocking her vision and leaving her in nothing but darkness.
Itâs unexpected how Wonyoung never offers up any hesitation, showing her trust in you both implicitly when she leaves herself so exposed like this.
âIf it gets to be too much, speak up, princess,â Yujin says, who still has her hands on Wonyoungâs stomach, the lack of vision making those touches that much more intense.
âMhmm,â is all Wonyoung offers up, while Yujin leaves a trail of tender, warm kisses that start on her cheek and go all the way down to her exposed shoulder, traveling downwards.
When Yujin gestures over to you, suddenly thereâs two pairs of hands on Wonyoungâs tight body, aimlessly wandering all over that slender frame in a coordinated effort of explorationâshe wouldnât even know which is which if not for how soft Yujinâs are in comparison.
On your part, you focus on Wonyoungâs lower half, on those luscious legs that have no business being so distracting, just running your fingers down one thigh, tracing the delicate material of her stockings with playful, light strokes.
It makes Wonyoung sigh so heavily, and then you plant these little kisses on her thighs, the parts that arenât covered by stockings getting covered by your lips as you give both your devotion, only pulling away when you near her panties. In the meantime, Yujin pulls down the front of Wonyoung's lace bra to get her tits out, but thatâs all the attention they get, fully on display without a single finger laid upon them. Yujin, you see, would prefer to pay special care to the less sensitive parts of Wonyoung's body, like those well-defined abs perfect for planting the gentlest of kisses along, making her squirm with affection that she canât even see coming.
Your path soon diverts as you appreciate this work of art with Yujin, laying kisses against Wonyoungâs flat stomach, then licking it all up in greedy, long stripes. It says something that this is where youâve made your centerpiece of worship, this girl thatâs almost all legs, with so many other defining characteristics to her name. Yet, you canât be torn away, working in unison with Yujin to cover Wonyoungâs bare stomach with all these hungry kisses and licks that drive her wild.
âP-pleaseââ Wonyoung stammers out, and you canât stop the smile spreading across your lips from hearing her plead so soon, all this constant stimulation doing a number on her.
You can only imagine how this feels on her end, bound and blindfolded as these wet little licks and pronounced lip smacks graze her stomach, igniting the lust inside. As youâre left alone for a moment, you mark up all this delicate flesh on your own, until Yujin reappears with something in hand, something that you soon recognize as white and silicone, something that for sure is destined to go inside Wonyoung.
Not a word gets uttered when Yujin powers it on, and thereâs a low hum that fills the room, instantly changing the atmosphere as Wonyoung makes a nervous gasp. Sheâs left in suspense for far too long, until Yujin brings the vibrator into contact with her skin, running it down the inside of her thigh for a pitiful few seconds.
Itâs a shallow preview, nothing more than a sample of ecstasy that lingers when Yujin pulls it away. She then trails the toy up to Wonyoungâs stomach, making slow, meandering circles before bringing it to her nipplesâfirst the left, then the rightâneither getting the attention deserved, and then itâs off her body without a sound but the whine she makes.
Yujin lifts it up in the air just shy of her ear, this cruel way of taunting before it goes anywhere of note. âRemember the first time I made you cum with this?â
The memories come flooding back when those words get whispered into Wonyoungâs ear, and Yujin drags the toy down the side of her neck, every little vibration setting her nerves on fire. Sheâs so helpless like this, unable to move while shrouded in darkness, her senses heightened as Yujin presses the toy into every sensitive part on her body except where she needs it the most.
âAnd then you begged me to do it again. And again. And again. I made you squirt for the first time that night, didnât I?â Yujin goes on, and she drops to her knees in front of Wonyoung as the toy wanders further and further south. It gets pressed up against the waistline of her panties, this flimsy little thing that could be torn to pieces in a light breeze. Then Yujin aims it right at her cunt, barely shielded by the barrier of those panties, and just holds it thereâ
Wonyoung trembles as a sharp jolt runs through her body, letting out the neediest whimpers of desperation when all that pressure is focused in just the right spot. Yujin eases the pleasure in, rubbing the toy around in tight little circles through those lace panties, getting Wonyoung all worked up, getting her to writhe against the window as she applies more pressure.
âYujin, p-please, stop teasing. W-want that, want that inside meâf-fuck, Iâll be good! Iâll be your good girl, I promise!â
âBut your promises donât mean anything, princess,â Yujin says as Wonyoung struggles to find any friction through the thin material of her underwear, because she knows those words are empty, that sheâs just saying what wants to be heard. One glimpse between her legs, and you can see how soaked those panties are, and it only gets worse when Yujin slides the intensity up.
Wonyoung lets a helpless gasp out, even as the toy refuses to linger in one spot, and instinctively pulls against the restraints on her wrists, desperate for any type of relief. Her whines get louder with every higher setting Yujin uses, until sheâs borderline sobbing, that lace doing a poor job containing how soaked with arousal she is.
âYujin, pleaseââ Thereâs so much shameless desperation in those pleas, and she canât even finish the thought, because sheâs just ruining those pretty panties, getting the fabric wetter by the second. Never does Yujin let Wonyoung settle into a comfortable rhythm, changing around the pressure, the intensity, careful to not let her fall into too much bliss.
Then itâs switched off, removed from her cunt, and all but forgotten.
âPlease, n-noâneed it, need you to fuck me with it. Yujin, please, u-unnieââ
âUnnie?â Yujin asks with this cute giggle, because Wonyoung only uses that word when sheâs mocking her, or when she needs something bad enough. Standing up without saying anything else, Yujin gently strokes Wonyoungâs cheek, wiping away a stray tear thatâs escaped underneath the blindfold.
âHang in there, princess. Daddyâs gonna have fun with you now.â
The toy gets put in your hand, and you can see the white tip glistening wet as Yujin takes a seat on the bed, tagging herself out as she crosses her legs and settles in. Yujin doesnât provide any other instructions, just an implication of your freedom to use this however you likeâso long as the end result is Wonyoung left a total wreck.
âOh, and daddyââ she pauses, sitting comfortably into the mattress behind you. âMake sure she doesnât cum. She doesnât get to until your cock goes inside her.â
You almost feel badâbecause Wonyoungâs going from one end of the spectrum to the other, overstimulation to denial. But ultimately, you know she can handle it, and this toy that holds all the power is going to be the catalyst behind all this fun.
You take a gander at the vibrator in your hand, inspecting its size and shape, the length, how it looks rather innocent with its neutral color, but that all changes when you switch it back on. It hums back to life, buzzing against your palm, and even on the lowest setting itâs rather intense, which has you understanding how itâs already done some damage against Wonyoung.
Turning it up to the highest setting gets to be far too intimidating for your liking, so you drop it back down a few notches before heading back over to Wonyoung, who hasnât moved a muscle, hasnât said a single word.
Her lips part ever so slightly, and her breathing quickens when the sound of the humming gets closer. Then you fall into Yujinâs position, getting on your knees, and press it right against those ruined panties. Wonyoung moans so pathetically at the first touch of contact, but you donât even hold the toy long enough to tease, because youâve got different plans.
As you pull away, your fingers slip into the waistband of her soaked panties, lingering for a moment until you tug them down those long legs of hers, and they hit the ground, pooling around her ankles.
âMuch better. Your pussy is so pretty, princess.â
Itâs a shame you canât see her full reaction blindfolded, but with full access to Wonyoungâs wet little cunt, you guide the toy up the length of her slit to get it all nice and slick. With the merest hint of stimulation her body jerks, and when it vibrates against her sensitive clit, she can hardly stand still, that lithe body struggling to withstand the pleasure.
âFuck, daddy!â
Unlike Yujin, youâre compelled to give Wonyoung exactly what she wants, at least in that moment. This sweet symphony Wonyoung makes when you hold the toy in place against her clit, all types of pitiful moans and needy gasps that escalate the longer the vibrations stay in place.
Itâs tempting to go the Yujin route; tease the girl relentlessly, make her beg until sheâs in tears, but you donât have the patience for that, and youâre enjoying giving this modicum of pleasure thatâs keeping Wonyoung so needy, unable to do anything but revel in it.
Little by little, you start to ease the toy inside, and Wonyoung tenses up, worried youâre going to slide out at the last second (and youâre still tempted to). But when the walls of her pussy spread apart, she takes the vibrator so effortlessly, muffling her relief behind all these moans.
âIs this what you need? To get your pretty little cunt fucked like this?â you ask, and it doesnât take long to plunge this wet piece of silicone through the lips of her bare pussy, gradually building up a pace thatâs guided by the slick juices dripping from her entrance.
âY-yes, yes, daddy. Wanna be full, wanna be fucked like this, but your cock feels better, so much betterâŠâ Wonyoung trails off, just gasping, moaning for more, falling apart at the seams.
âDonât get greedy,â Yujin adds in, but thatâs not going to deter her one bit, because even as sheâs helplessly restrained like this, Wonyoung tries to grind against the toy, trying to get it to go deeper than youâve allowed. And youâre enjoying this far too much to admonish her, so you just watch it disappear further, those pink, puffy lips engulfing the bright white shaft with little effort.
Any chance of Wonyoung articulating anything coherent escapes when you get the vibrator all inside her, and you pull it out slowly, before shoving it back in, doing the bare minimum of repetition that gets her all riled up, gets her shaking against the glass pane.
You get a nice rhythm going when plunging this toy into Wonyoungâs needy pussy in all the ways that she needs, but you have to be careful, because if it slides in just the right way sheâll cum before you know it, and sheâs not going to bother warning you beforehand. During this all, her arousal gets your fingers so wet that you nearly drop the toy, but you donât let it out of your grasp and keep it moving, keep parting those folds, and itâs again, a real shame you canât see the frustration in her eyes.
Wonyoung is just so unapologetic about the way she needs more, begging for release that she needs more than air, like sheâll let you use her in a crowded room full of people if you just give her an orgasm, just one. But you keep it at bay and donât dare give in to the temptation to just fuck her pretty cunt with this toy until sheâs spilling all over the floor.
âWhatâs the matter, princess? Pretty baby wants to cum?â Yujin mocks, with this evil little laugh that gets drowned out by Wonyoungâs persistent whines while youâre making her ride that edge, keeping what sheâs after just out of reach, with so many chances to reach the finish line only for it all to dissipate.
âY-yes please, p-please, daddy, so close, Iâm so fucking closeââ
Wonyoung strains to do just about anything but moan at the toy shoved between her legs, imploring you to let her cum with every denial, and you realize why Yujin likes this, because taking control of her climaxes is orgasmic in itself.
One more close call brings one more set of whines, and you keep the toy buried deep within Wonyoung, allowing the vibrations to draw her desperately near, so near that sheâs mindlessly tugging against the restraints, right on the brink of this seemingly unattainable goal.
âYou think sheâs ready to cum on your cock, daddy?â
You switch off the vibrator before uttering another word, and remove it from her pussy as Wonyoung nearly collapses from the loss of contact. When you hand it back to Yujin, itâs fucking drenched, dripping juices from every inch, this collection of all the evidence from how needy the poor girl is.
âI suppose so.â
Before Yujin takes off the blindfold, she makes Wonyoung suck the vibrator clean, tasting her own juices as if giving gratitude for all the pleasure sheâs been granted.
âHow do you taste, Wonyoungie?â Yujin asks as she removes the blindfold off her eyes, giving back the gift of vision and revealing tears that have formed behind the silk fabric. Next, the handcuffs get taken off, and her bra gets tossed to expose her body in its full splendor once more. Wonyoung has to be kept upright for a moment, legs barely able to hold all that weight after being pushed to the limit from so much stimulation.
âG-good. I taste good,â Wonyoung murmurs, still riding that edge of orgasm she hasnât yet reached as she strives to cope with the overwhelming emptiness while she gets her senses back. During this little interlude, you survey the bedroom, taking note of the ruined panties that sit by Wonyoungâs feet, and this large armchair by the window that looks as good as any place to keep this going.
Once you settle into the chair, you join Yujin in staring Wonyoung down, the two of you watching this goddess of a girl breathe for a bit, hands folded in front. Sheâs silent, and antsy waiting for any type of command, wearing nothing else but that sexy set of stockings thatâs not going to come off.
âCome hop on this dick, princess. It's all yours."
Yujin gestures for her to join you, and the way Wonyoung approaches is almost cautious, like sheâs going to have to go through another challenge before getting your dick in her cunt. But any apprehension gets cast aside when your legs spread in anticipation, and Wonyoung joins you on the plush seat, eyes full of need as she straddles you. Her stockings caress your thighs, but itâs nothing in comparison to the velvety softness of Wonyoung's skin beneath your fingertips as you trace the small of her back, and she shivers with every touch.
âDaddyâŠâ Wonyoung starts, with a doe-eyed stare on her face as she wraps her fingers around your cock, and itâs just so hard in her hand as she gives these exploratory little pumps. With a pretense of modesty, she guides you between her legs, and struggles not to gasp at the sensation of your head pressing against her folds. âDidnât you say this was going up my ass the next time you fucked me?â
You canât hold back your laughter at that. âYou remembered? Yeah, I did, but Iâm gonna need to fill that pretty pussy first.â
A subtle nod later, and her full cheeks glow a pretty shade of red. Wonyoung stays quiet as she hovers right above your cock, nearly breathless before a single inch enters her. Itâs her thatâs doing the teasing now, rubbing your tip between her wet slit with this quiet little sigh that fades when she gets dangerously close to slipping you inside her.
âHurry up and take that dick, princess,â Yujin says from her position on the bed, leaning back with her legs obscenely spread, with every intention to get off to Wonyoung riding you.
Unintentionally so, Wonyoung teases herself more than you, and she canât fight this aching need to have you buried inside herâso she holds onto your shoulders, parting her soaking wet walls with your length. Her mouth falls open in a gasp, and despite only taking an inch or two, thereâs this overwhelming tightness that makes you groan, makes your eyes seal shut to take it in.
Acting on impulse, Wonyoung sinks down more of your length before she needs to catch her breath, descending down your thick girth, little by little, just letting that tight warm hole stretch out wider and wider.
âFuck,â she moans, throwing her head back, and even with how wet she is, how desperate she is to be filled to the hilt, itâs not the easiest thing to fit all of you in her. But thatâs not going to stop her from trying, this stubborn girl sliding off your cock until thereâs almost nothing left, then impaling herself down your base, nearly hilted in one go.
You have to ignore the temptation to grab those cheeks and slam every inch in. Itâs not that she canât take it, but she deserves to do this on her own, to savor the way sheâs being spread open. After a few more tries, she gets a bit more daring, gets more adventurous with those hips, and starts to sink deeper with this sudden ferocity, groaning out of sheer relief when her greedy little cunt gets so close to taking everything she needs.
âPrincessââ Thereâs no patience left in your voice as she adjusts to your size. âShow me how much you want daddyâs cock.â
The anticipation lingers as Wonyoung holds her hips in the air, almost entirely unsheathedâand then slams back down, taking all your length into that intoxicating heat as you fill her up like nothing else can, until thereâs no space left to fill.
âOh my god, daddyâyour fucking cock feels so good, so fucking big in my little pussy, I can barely take it allâŠâ
Her hips arenât even moving at all, and sheâs just staying there seated on your cock, trying to accommodate all this thickness into her warm little hole. Whatever time she needs youâll give, because you know when she starts bouncing on your shaft and gets those hips going, itâs going to feel like heaven, and thereâs not going to be any stop to it.
âTake your time, princess. Just fuck yourself on me whenever youâre ready. Youâve been good for us, so you can cum as many times as you needâmake a mess on daddyâs cock.â
It starts out with a subtle bounce of her hips, testing it all out, how Wonyoung can already feel you in her guts. Then she does it again, thereâs minimal hesitation, getting all acclimated with the stretch that makes her clench around you, leaving this trail of slickness on your shaft that makes it even easier for her to slide back in.
While this goes on, youâre nestled comfortably into the armchair, letting Wonyoung set the pace, dictate exactly how much she wants to take inside that perfect cunt. Itâs addictive, the way she stretches out and clenches around you, those pretty lips staying apart to get more erotic moans out as she lets more of your cock enter her at once.
âD-daddy, fuck,â Wonyoung whimpers when bringing her hips back down, almost bottoming out in succession as she finds this perfect rhythm to settle into, fucking herself on you without a care. âYour cockââ
She canât quite get the right words out, but when sheâs riding you like this, her hips do all the talking needed when she drops them, grinding with vigor, eager to extract the most pleasure from your cock thatâs spreading her so wide.
âFeels better than a toy, doesnât it?â you ask, and Wonyoung starts to put more urgency in her movements, taking these big bounces on your cock that has her moaning without restraint.
âIt does,â Wonyoung says with a frantic nod, beads of sweat starting to form across that pretty face of hers as her hands find a resting place on the nape of your neck. âNot even the best toy can fill me with cum like daddy can.â
While her tight walls start to engulf more of you, thereâs an immediate shift from this sweet, bashful girl, so eager to be fucked until she canât think straight, to this brazen, cock hungry slut thatâs obsessed with your dick, canât think of anything else but when sheâs going to cum.
Wonyoung just throws herself on you, riding your dick that feels so, so good inside her, swallowing up every inch with no intentions of letting anything escape. If she didnât have some semblance of control, for sure, youâd be folding this girl in half, fucking her against a wall, or just plowing her into the sheets with your weight collapsed on top, making her absolutely scream.
Yet, for now, youâre enjoying this leisurely pace, that lets you savor Wonyoungâs tightness whenever she bottoms out, dripping out boundless amounts of arousal down your base. The best part is seeing the pleasure all over her face, these lewd expressions of hers that form when she hits the right angle, when your shaft keeps parting her slick folds and hits all those little sensitive nerves.
Itâs a striking contrast between the two: Yujin gets so dominating from the get-go, taking what she wants, riding your cock with all this reckless abandon and complete disregard for anything but her own pleasure (usually with a hand around your throat). Then thereâs Wonyoung at the opposite end of the spectrum, whoâll pretend to be dominant, but secretly just wants someone to have their way with her, mark all that porcelain skin up, and while it would pain her to admit itâshe loves being absolutely ruined. l
Either option works for you, and youâd be lying if you said you werenât more drawn to Yujinâs more dominant nature. That doesnât mean you arenât enjoying Wonyoung falling apart, bit by bit, the way her pussy gets so impossibly wet, makes it so effortlessly to fuck herself on your dick.
And when Wonyoung gets more careless in her bounces, you get a firm hold on her slender waist, and dig your fingers into all that creamy flesh. Between all those pleased moans, thereâs a familiar buzzing sound that remains out of sight that you can narrow down to a few feet in front of youâright between Yujinâs spread legs.
Somehow, despite the overwhelming sensations brought on by this warm, velvety cunt wrapped around your cock, you find enough willpower to tear your gaze over to where Yujin sits. Sheâs sprawled out on the edge of the mattress, teasing her clit with the vibrator that just wrecked Wonyoung, as if sheâs trying to resist the urge to shove it all inside.
You lose eye contact with Yujin, as sheâs only stolen your attention for a moment, and Wonyoung deserves it all with how well sheâs riding you, putting all this energy into keeping herself nice and stretched out.
Yujin canât take it much longer, this perfect view of her best friend getting split open by your cock, and teasing the arousal out of her pussy won't be enough. So she has to slip it inside, and a moan tumbles out when she shoves the toy all in. Itâs this rare occasion where Yujin flips the script, becoming the voyeur, the one getting off to Wonyoung creaming on your dick.
Whatâs even better is how you can just sit back, enjoy this all, and appreciate every aspect of Wonyoung's bodyâhow that warm cunt somehow gets tighter and tighter, thighs crashing against your own, those perky little tits putting in their best effort to bounce.
And now, sheâs got the encouragement of Yujin in the background, the vibrator inside mimicking the intensity of Wonyoung's wild ride on your cock. Theyâre both in this trancelike state, with Wonyoungâs insatiable need to get you balls deep with every bounce that has your cock kissing her womb each time she buries you down to the hilt.
Her eagerness is what really gets you going, ignites all the twitches in your cock beyond control. You just have to explore that figure, groping whatever part of her you can get your hands on; fingers getting lost between the soft fabric of her stockings, down to the soles of her feet, massaging them enough to make her squirm, adding to the already constant moans that escape.
With both hands, you give a gentle slap to both round buttcheeks, then dip a fingertip into the arousal that drips down your length, coating it in the messy slickness that thereâs no end to. The same finger grazes Wonyoungâs asshole, and you can tell by how much resistance there is even with your light teasing that nothing has ever been up thereâsomething youâll soon rectify.
âDaddyââ Wonyoung gasps, and you can hardly slide a knuckle past that tight puckered hole, these light plunges giving the smallest taste of what her ass is going to take later.
âThis is where Iâm gonna fuck you next. Do you think you can handle it, princess?â
âDunno. I donât think youâll fitâŠâ
It does feel impossible to get into a hole like this, but youâll do your damnedest to tryâand you can only imagine how Wonyoung is going to look when you manage to fit your whole shaft in there.
âIâll be gentle. Promise.â
She doesnât doubt you for a second, because while her hips are bouncing up and down your shaft at an uncontrollable pace, you keep your finger teasing her snug asshole, easing her into the idea, letting her get used to being penetrated back there.
While it might be one little finger, Wonyoung can hardly take even that much, and the mere thought of anything thicker filling her ass up makes her cunt clench up in anticipation. That radiating smile soon takes over her features, replacing any leftover nervousness, because she knows youâll guide her through it, and Yujin will be there right by her side.
âI need to hurry and make you cum then, daddy. I canât wait to feel your thick cock in my ass.â
You give her another spank with the free hand that isnât fingering her asshole, and it makes Wonyoung lean her head back, letting out this sinful gasp. Sheâs so utterly full when your finger tries to slip deeper inside her, that warm little cunt and the finger in her ass bringing all types of sensations sheâs never felt before.
"You're gonna take it like the good girl you are," Yujin says with a breathy sigh, making the loudest moans that almost overpower the vibrator fucking her needy hole, and itâs impossible for you to not steal a glance. "Aren't you, princess?"
Yujin doesn't even need an answer to that, as she's just got that dazed look in her eyes while she fucks herself on this toy, trying to match the frantic pace that Wonyoung rides you in. It's mesmerizing, this chorus of moans that spills out, and Wonyoung just keeps tightening around your cock while your fingers keep playing with that puckered hole of hers, testing to see if you can even get an entire finger in (you canât, and god, itâs going to be such a challenge getting even an inch of your cock in there).
"Fuck, just keep that up, keep riding that cock, princess,â Yujin groans, lost in all this combined pleasure that threatens to stain the carpet with the most powerful vibration the toy can offer. âMake yourself cumâthen let daddy fill you up, pump all that thick cum in your pretty little pussy."
And while it feels like that finger might never fit in Wonyoung's ass, you ease out of it, get her to suck on it, to get that tight hole nice and wet as she coats it in her warm saliva. Sliding that finger back in gets easier, but this tight ring of muscle still shows so much more opposition as you try to work into this unexplored part of Wonyoung.
But sheâs intent on relaxing through it, gasping when you finger her little asshole, and canât think of anything else but being full of your hot load.
"Daddy, god, it feels so good," Wonyoung whimpers out, and all this stimulation is a lot to take, this foreign feeling of a finger in her ass combined by your cock splitting her open. Then, thereâs Yujin, moaning up a storm, with her greedy cunt absolutely dripping down onto the carpet as she tries to match Wonyoung's pace, fucking herself with such urgency, and she can't seem to shut herself up.
âMake daddy cum, make him cum you little fucking slut, drain those heavy fucking balls like a good girl.â Itâs just the most absolute filth escaping Yujinâs lips, and itâs making you both absolutely lose it, wanting to blow this fucking load into Wonyoung more than ever that you might take matters into your own hands.
âFuckâgonna cum on daddyâs big fucking cock, gonna make him breed me until that cum drips out of me. Thatâs what you want, right? I want you to breed me so fucking bad, just want your cum to fill this slutty little pussy upââ
All those words hold more power in them than Wonyoung knows, and it gets you sharing the responsibility, using your hips to impale your cock inside that needy cunt. Youâre more than ready to unload inside her, to empty all this cum that makes her tight hole overflow, thatâs going to spill wherever there isnât room for.
When you up the aggression in this sudden shift, her petite little body just falls forward against your chest, and you knead those cheeks, spreading them apart to help your cock demolish that pussy. Sheâs so unbelievably tight as youâre pounding into her, slamming every throbbing inch into that heat thatâs ready to take your load into her womb, because this is what sheâs been dying for: to be fucked this hard, this rough.
âDaddy!â
Wonyoung clings to your body, and all she can do is hold on tight, burying her head into the crook of your neck as she gives herself wholly to lust while your cock keeps hammering into her sweet cunt. Sheâs so close to climax that she can taste it, and youâre not going to let up until she gets that and then some.
âFuck, daddy, fuck, fuck!â Wonyoung cries out, her words muffled against your neck, and you keep bouncing her on your cock, sheathing your shaft into that heavenly warmth that gets tighter and tighter the closer she gets.
âCum on his fucking cock, princess," Yujin demands, like itâs the one final thing she needs to finish herself off. âShow daddy how much you deserve that load filling up your cunt.â
Youâre drilling Wonyoung like sheâs begging you to, slamming her down to your base as you keep this rhythm up and take absolute control to impale every inch thatâll fit into her. The armchair meets the same fate as most furniture in the place does, getting all wet and sticky, covered in Wonyoungâs arousal as she tightens around you to an unimaginable extent. Powerless to fight back the inevitable, Wonyoungâs mouth hangs open so all the whimpers and moans get lost right in your ear as that desperate relief sheâs been fighting for is within her grasp.
Her orgasm runs through her petite little frame, and then thereâs all this wetness spreading everywhere that has Wonyoung shaking uncontrollably, being fucked to pieces and so overcome with relief that sheâs cumming on your cock again within seconds, greedily taking as many orgasms as youâll give her.
And when you're deep in this moment with Wonyoung, her whole body spasming as you pound her tight walls that only clench tighter, you barely notice the absence of that comforting buzz. This sudden rush of heat comes from out of nowhere, a warm tongue flicking against your balls, wrapping those full lips around them before dipping down to lick your asshole in such frantic, greedy swipes.
âDonât mind me, daddy. Just keep going. Keep fucking this little slut until youâve pumped her full of cum. Iâm just here to help out.â If only you could see the look on Yujinâs face right now, because now that sheâs left her position on the bed, you know thereâs a massive wet spot thatâs taken her place, all the signs of her greedy orgasms.
You didnât exactly need the assistance, but youâre not going to complain.
The additional stimulation hits when you need it the most, because Yujinâs wet tongue against your asshole feels divine, and she gives these ravenous, wet licks that have you throbbing so violently inside Wonyoung. It doesnât take your focus away, even as she buries her tongue right in your asshole, her sloppy licks giving one more push thatâs going to have Wonyoungâs warm, wet pussy milk your heavy load right out of you any second.
This pressure keeps building and building, threatening to burst any second. All you need is one more moment to savor it before it all comes crashing down on you, Yujin going at your tight hole and Wonyoung making these blissful, drawn out moans, because she canât stop cumming on your cock, canât stop begging to be filled up.
Between some combination of the two, that hot little tongue and that wet pussy clinging to your cock, they both get you to explode so forcefully, flooding Wonyoung up with so much cum, more than you could ever imagine as you paint her insides a pearly white. Thereâs no end to it, all of this hot, sticky seed Wonyoung milks out, squeezing your shaft with those slippery walls as her sweaty body convulses against you as yet another orgasm rips through.
More of this viscous load fills Wonyoung to the brim, so much that it canât all be contained, and leaks down to your balls. But Yujinâs right there to claim it, to make sure not a drop gets wasted. All these spurts, these hot streaks of cum that exit your balls fill Wonyoung up so well, that pretty pussy taking your load like it belongs in there.
Yujinâs hot tongue stays pressed to your balls, helping you extend that intense orgasm, stimulating whatever parts she can reach with such eagerness. Wonyoungâs in her own little world, grinding her pussy, trying to wring out all the cum from your balls, these girls are always working in tandem as Yujin helps lap up whatever escapes from that creamy cunt.
Those little licks on your balls get more sporadic to help ride out your high, and thereâs already so much of your cum coating Wonyoungâs walls, leaking down your shaft. Yujin takes one more lick before rising, and sheâs waiting for the rest of that thick load to spill out as Wonyoung lifts herself off your cock. That hot gushing cum flows from her pussy, all the way down to her stocking-clad thighs and onto the carpet below you, such a beautiful goddamn mess.
âFuck, there's so much of it," Wonyoung says, out of breath, yet feeling so pumped full of cum that leaks out, and Yujinâs not even bothering to gather it up anymore, just amused by the spectacle of how much cum can fill that little pussy.
You keep your hands on Wonyoung, fingers spreading those cheeks so your load leaks out onto the floor, soaking her dark stockings that now have this distinct contrast against the creamy cum that coats them. When there's less of you seeping out of her, you lift her body off this ruined chair (another thing to add to the cleaning agenda), and hoist her in the air, kissing those tired lips while she wraps those arms around your neck.
âThatâs my princess,â you say, licking the sweat off her neck as you traverse through all this wetness thatâs spilled onto the sheets and carpet, laying Wonyoung down gently in a spot on the mattress that seems mostly free of Yujinâs messy fluids. Wonyoung lies back and takes a second to catch her breath, and you canât help staring at her glistening body, as she gets that fluster on her cheeks again.
Thereâs no denying your interest to fuck another load into Wonyoung when sheâs all spread out like this, get her in that mating press that she loves dearly and breed her again. If you didnât need a moment to recover youâd do just that, but your reserves only have so much left, and thereâs still one part of Wonyoung that hasnât gotten your cock inside itâthat waiting little asshole.
Yujin can barely contain her excitement when she lays down on the soft, cushy bed, resting her head on a pillow as her hand lazily strokes Wonyoung's body. Not even showing the least bit of exhaustion, she manages to lean in for a kiss, sharing her lips with Wonyoung whoâs still getting her breath back under control.
"Do you think you can handle a cock inside your tight asshole, princess?" Yujin asks, getting straight to the point. âYouâll like it, I promise.â Those words don't come as much reassurance to Wonyoung as her eyes narrow in this adorable little worry when you caress her legs, a mess of fluids still clinging to her thighs.
âIâll go nice and slow. Just let me know if something feels uncomfortable. You trust us, right?â
Without even a moment to think it over, Wonyoung nods, spreading those legs apart as best she can while you fish a bottle of lube out of the nightstand drawer. Thereâs still fresh cum leaking from her ravished pussy, and it keeps the arousal in you ignited as you snap open the bottle, slicking up a finger to spread the clear liquid against her little, mostly untouched asshole. It makes her gasp, the unfamiliar sensation as you slide this finger in and out of her puckered hole to properly prep her, quickly settling into whatâs familiar, especially with Yujin showering her with kisses to ease the tension.
âRelax, Wonyoungie,â Yujin tells her, and you canât tell if sheâs impatient, nervous, or somewhere in between, but youâre pretty sure this has been on her mind the whole time since sheâs asked about it. Wonyoung tries to stay relatively calm, but the finger you have in her unyielding hole can barely move, undeniable the resistance it brings.
âPrincess, are youââ
âIâm ready,â Wonyoung cuts off, with eagerness written on her face, voice full of nothing but confidence. You have to make sure, because while Wonyoung is enjoying the finger slowly opening her ass up, having your cock up there is a whole different ball game.
âYou sure?â
âYes, daddy. Your cock. I want it in my asshole.â
That confidence remains strong, enough to convince you when your finger slips out of Wonyoung, and for good measure you add one more pump of lube to that hole, rubbing the leftover across your length.
"Itâs going to feel so good. Just rememberârelax,â Yujin says, with a reassuring look. Wonyoung needs it, and thereâs a scrap of nervousness left, because while sheâs good and ready for this, itâs still her first time, and her confidence only goes so far.
The heightened anticipation lingers in the air when youâre coating your cock for the second time tonight, but it has you painfully hard again at the prospect of just how good that little asshole is going to feel. Wonyoung has her eyes locked on the way youâre stroking your shaft, because she knows exactly where itâs going to goâbut how itâs going to fit, neither of you can guess.
You take a moment to look into Wonyoungâs eyes for any trepidation, any last second hesitation when you line up your cock with her asshole. The look she gives back reflects your excitement, and sheâs happy for you to claim her first time doing this.
A long, deep breath, and then you press your cockhead against Wonyoungâs puckered hole, easing into something so unfathomably tight. Thereâs little give, to no surprise, but it doesnât feel impossible for you to go in her. Itâs just going to take some extra work, you think, as you make painstakingly tiny, minuscule movements."
âFuckâŠâ she breathes out, already overwhelmed by this newfound feeling of your cock in a place thatâs never had anything there before. But thereâs no discomfort, nothing but eyes that signal to keep this up, not more than a breathless look on Wonyoungâs face.
âDoing okay, princess?â
Wonyoung canât quite tell if she likes this yet, but it seems so utterly preposterous that youâll fit more of you inside this little hole.
âYeah, Iâmâitâs just so big,â she says, clenching the sheets in big fists, as Yujin caresses her body with gentle, relaxing strokes to try and get her to do just thatârelax. âDonât let me slow you down. I can take it, keep going.â
Thereâs not any reason to doubt her, so you take her word for it, and sink in a little deeper, that impossibly snug asshole relaxing enough to allow the tip of your cock inside. Calling this a tight fit would be an understatement, and the lack of movement you have right now is just absurd. Once you manage to get your cockhead past that rim, it starts to kick in what a struggle this is going to be.
âGod, princessâyour asshole is too fucking tight,â you groan, just weighed down by how limited you can thrust inside this hole, desperately attempting to slide in another inch. Not much else can be said but the obvious at this point, and as much as youâre dying to just ram into her, youâve got to keep this patience up, because sooner or later that resistance is going to dissipate.
âBreathe,â Yujin reminds her, and it makes Wonyoungâs muscles relax enough for you to get through this impasse, to slide in past the head and then some, a monumental effort in itself. The tightness that engulfs your cock is secondary, because youâre watching Wonyoung react to it all, hoping to keep up the pleasure on her face the deeper you get.
And when you can see these little moans forming as she gets more used to this, gets used to being more stretched out, you persist, gradually sliding more of your shaft in her ass. Soon, youâve got almost half your length in her as youâre fighting all this burgeoning pressure that prevents you from getting too greedy, a constant reminder that this isnât Yujin who can take a jackhammering in her ass like itâs nothing.
But itâs not half bad taking this slow path, letting her asshole swallow up more of your cock whenever you withdraw. Itâs just going to make the wait worth it when you can fuck her back entrance without struggle.
âLook at you, princess. Taking daddyâs cock up your ass like such a good girl,â Yujin says, planting little kisses on her other halfâs collarbone, constantly finding a distraction for her. âYou look like you like it.â
Wonyoungâs too embarrassed to admit, that yes, she loves this new feeling of something big filling her ass, making her feel all types of full. Itâs still hard to believe how much of you can fit in this tight little asshole, but sheâs relaxing, taking deep enough breaths that allow more of your cock, and before long youâll be able to begin making shallow, tentative thrusts.
âThis, this feels really good,â Wonyoung moans, as sheâs been opened up enough that you can finally move your hips and fuck her asshole in earnest, stretching it out more to take you all in. âDoesnât it feel good, daddy?â
Nothing has ever felt better, and you can barely voice your pleasure when youâre plunging into her hot tightness thatâs ready for more. You grab her narrow waist and start your ascent the same way, nice and slow, careful not to go too fast or deep before pulling back out.
âYeah, princess. You feel fucking amazing.â
Wonyoung has this intense tightness that youâve never felt before, her hot little asshole accepting your cock into new depths a little easier each time. Youâre nowhere near balls deep, but itâs enough to make her moan the more you work yourself in, becoming more full after each thrust.
âDaddy, fuck me, fuck me and get me all stretched out,â Wonyoung says, and youâre not going to disappoint, not when sheâs so ready to take more than shallow pumps. So you fuck her with full, deep strokes that fits all of you in her asshole, this incredible tightness making you throb when you bottom out.
âI knew you would like it,â Yujin says, and sheâs leaning over to lazily play with one of Wonyoungâs breasts, giving this half-squeeze while youâre showing her asshole less restraint. Wonyoung hates this playful tone Yujin uses on her, even if she knows sheâs right, that she was destined to enjoy this from the start. It makes her clench up even tighter, the chokehold she gets your cock in only encouraging your hips to move faster.
âDaddyâoh fuck daddy, your cock feels so good. H-harder, fuck my tight asshole harder, oh godâplease!â Wonyoung stammers between all these little gasps and moans, and sheâs taking your cock up her ass like a natural, opening up so much that it barely resembles her first time.
Then your grip on her tiny waist gets tighter, like you donât care if youâll leave bruises behind, because all you can think about is how good it feels to slide your cock into this asshole unabated after all this effort youâve put in. Youâre in deeper with every stroke, stretching this impossibly tight hole that deserves it, and Wonyoung takes it with nothing but bliss in her eyes, nothing but these endless moans.
âSheâs taking you so well,â Yujin says, still mindlessly teasing one of Wonyoungâs nipples, the distraction less and less necessary the more thrusts that get in her. âWho knew our princess liked it up the ass so much? Our little anal slut must be making your cock feel so good.â
âYeah, just like you,â you say, and Yujinâs not even one bit offended, considering it feels like she likes getting her ass wrecked more than you do on some days.
âJust like me.â
Itâs a title Yujin has earned, since sheâs taken your cock in her ass in so many locations in and around campus, not to mention countless bathrooms, parks, and her favorite, the racquetball court at the student recreation center after class.
But at this rate Wonyoung might rival her soon, given that her asshole is taking your cock like a pro, because this girl has to prove how good she is at everything, even something thatâs her first time. The superior tightness of her ass competes with Yujin, and even surpasses that pretty cunt that you just dumped a load in. She looks so blissed out, fully adjusted to how much her asshole is being stretched.
With every deep impale Wonyoung craves more, begging to get fucked just like Yujin does, and maybe youâll let her get to that point. But for now, youâre not about to rush it, not when it feels so good to have your cock suffocated by all this immense pressure, and this view you get of Wonyoung beneath you, all spread out, clinging onto the sheets.
Even Yujin herself gets her own pleasure out of it, as her fingers sneak away from Wonyoung and work over her clit, playing with herself as your cock slams inside this tight ass over and over, harder and deeper every time.
"It's so fucking big," Wonyoung says, and her eyes are shut in concentration, so utterly lost in the feeling of your huge cock in her ass. âI can feel daddy so deep. Itâs all the way in, daddyâs all the way in my little asshole.â
Wonyoung says it in this way like she canât believe it, canât believe sheâs been stretched this much to take it all. The satisfaction of bottoming her out, itâs so pleasurable that you canât help but prolong your movements while you let your cock rest, whenever youâre buried balls fucking deep in her ass before you move back out to do it all again.
"I think daddy likes your little asshole," Yujin says, looking pleased as ever at her remark. "Don't you, daddy?"
âFuck yes,â you reply, and it's nearly impossible to pay attention to what sheâs asking when youâre slamming into Wonyoung without pause. âThis tight fucking asshole is perfect.â
Youâre finally at the point where you can just ram your cock into her ass, taking these long, greedy strokes to the hilt that leave Wonyoung whimpering and moaning for more. Itâs quite contrary to the start, where you could barely fit the tip of your cock in her, before she even knew how much she liked having your cock up her asshole.
And it's all so good to Yujin, who treats herself to two more orgasms before you fill Wonyoung up again. She's gone from barely hanging in there to in utter pleasure dominating her body. In the moment, her legs look so enticing, and you think there's a better position for them as you lift them up to rest on your shoulders, knees up to her chest, while you fold the girl like a piece of furniture.
âOh fuck, daddy!â Wonyoung cries out, and the new angle lets you get in even deeper, plunging your cock so far inside her incredible warm asshole. You canât even comprehend how tight she still feels; even at this stage, how your cock just gets choked by this surreal tightness that never falters, never lets up or relinquishes your throbbing shaft.
Youâre not even bothering to watch Yujin fuck herself into her next orgasm, with your focus all on plowing Wonyoung, this tight little ring thatâs swallowing you up to the base of your shaft without trouble, demanding to be gaped to its limits.
Then youâre falling into familiarity, kissing those pretty feet through her stockings while they hang over your shoulders, because itâs you who needs the distraction as youâre bound for another orgasm thatâs approaching sooner than youâd like. Maybe you could hold out longer, take a break to eat Yujin out so she doesnât have to make herself cum, but that would require pulling out of this delicious assâand thatâs not going to happen.
So, without any consideration for anything but your own selfish pleasure, you pound that asshole as best you can in this position, keeping your lips on the soft arches of her feet to keep the distraction going, and itâs just sinful how deep youâre fucking her. You wonât last, not with her insides trying to squeeze a thick load out of your balls, but you're going to keep this rhythm up, and youâre going keep that asshole stuffed with cock until the end.
In the meantime, Yujinâs had enough of fingering herself to orgasm for the time being, and she turns over on her side, to get the best view she can get.
âAre you going to cum in her?â she asks, just following your cock, watching how every inch disappears inside Wonyoungâs ass, and it takes a surplus of restraint to even answer without blowing your load early.
âHavenât thought about it yet.â
Itâs the truth, and since you've already pumped a load down her throat and another in her pussy, you could go for the hat trick. An enticing prospect, no doubt, and yet, the way that Yujinâs dragging her finger alongside Wonyoungâs flat stomach gives you second thoughts.
âSuch a nice little bodyâŠ" Yujin says, and sheâs doing a lot more than just caressing this smooth porcelain skin, dropping a not so subtle hint where sheâd like to direct your load. And you can already imagine it all, this sticky pool of white spilling over that flawless stomach, those cute tits, maybe even up to her neck, just glazing her body in copious amounts of you.
The mental image is enough to bring you closer, a constant struggle to contain it all the more you plunge your cock into Wonyoungâs ungodly tight asshole. Youâre all sorts of ready to blow now, and Yujin might get her wish, but for that to happen, you'd have to pull outâan absurd demand to ask of yourself. Yet the visualization gets you so worked up, and you have no plans of letting this thought remain confined to your mind, pausing to drop Wonyoungâs legs perched on your shoulders.
Yujin places a firm hand on her stomach, and grazes her fingers along every bit of those toned abs as you let your impulses take over, pistoning your hips for just a while longer, until the last possible momentâ
Then somehow, someway, you pull your cock out from Wonyoungâs asshole, where you look down to marvel at the gape left behind. And before you can even bring yourself to climax, Yujin snatches your shaft with a grip almost as tight and relentless as that puckered hole youâve left all stretched out.
With a burning desire to finish you off herself, Yujin pumps your swollen head in her fist with strokes so frantic that it takes under a handful of seconds to empty your balls across this beautiful canvas. Thick white strands splatter in these violent throbs all over Wonyoungâs tight creamy stomach, shooting all the way up to her perky breasts as you glaze her decadent body in your warm sticky seed.
Youâve lost count of what number load this is, but itâs not any weaker than all the ones preceding it, Yujin milking it all out to decorate Wonyoung, looking up in between pumps with a small, self-satisfied smirk as your cock just erupts and erupts.
âFuck, itâs so, so warm, it feels so good when you cum all over me, daddy,â Wonyoung says, in between tired heavy breaths that has her small chest heaving, her little mouth wide open. Yujin canât help but indulge in this treat youâve created, tongue dragging up against those abs to collect a creamy streak, leaving the rest of it to glisten over her roommateâs sweaty body.
All you can do is revel in the experience and admire Wonyoung's cum-splattered body, in awe how your load has painted her, basking in the aftermath of this intense, messy orgasm.
As you collapse onto one side of Wonyoung, Yujin takes her place on the other, and youâre all spent, out of breath, with this intense high still tearing through your body. And then thereâs a silence thatâs only interrupted by heavy breaths, as Yujin trails her fingers against Wonyoungâs sticky cum-covered stomach, pressing little kisses into her flushed skin.
âIs our princess doing okay?â Yujin asks a sudden question that elicits no reaction whatsoever from Wonyoung. She seems pretty knocked out at this point, but despite that, her eyes stay open and fixated on Yujin.
âY-yeah. Yeah, Iâm fine. What, did you think I couldnât handle that?â she replies, the remnants of that arrogance coming all back out.
Yujin chuckles, amused by the nonchalant nature of that response. "Don't act like it was nothing, I saw how much you enjoyed it, the way you were moaning like aâ"
âHey! Itâs only because daddy fucked my ass better than he does yoursâŠâ
âIs that so?â Yujin asks, taking the bait without even realizing. Itâs funny how fast Wonyoung can fall back into that bratty persona, that demeanor returned like it never left even after sheâs had her ass reamed. Thereâs not enough energy between the two to keep this competition going, which works just fine because youâre on the verge of passing out.
You definitely donât think you can move after this.
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Itâs past noon when you wake up again. You assume itâs the next day, but it could be the next week from how long youâve been out. And you donât even remember where your clothes are. The last thing you remember is railing Wonyoung against the shower glass, and then Yujin jerking you off all over her angelic face, because againânobody ever gets clean in there.
Your stomach rumbles when you roll over, but thankfully, it doesnât wake up these two beauties on either side as they sleep soundly. The peace is nice and most welcome, even if you can still feel getting kneed in the ribs in the middle of the night.
You could go for some pancakes. Or maybe pizza, but youâll settle for just about anything thatâs loaded with carbs.
If only delivery could make it all the way up to the bedroomâbut then again, maybe not, theyâd be plenty ashamed by the state itâs in. You could cook some eggs, and god, hot coffee sounds amazing, but that requires somehow getting out of this mess of limbs youâve ended up tangled up in again. And to be honest, youâre quite comfortable here, sandwiched between both beautiful, naked girls, surrounded in their warmth.
"What time is it?"
It takes a second to realize where that voice comes from, a conscious Wonyoung, voice all husky and fragile.
âDunno. Like noon? Maybe later.â
âShit. ClassâI have class today.â
âYou donât have class on the weekends, dummy.â
That other voice belongs to Yujin, who still has some adorable sleepiness in her voice. âDaddy must have really fucked your brains out. Is there anything left in there, princess?â
Wonyoungâs too tired to retort anything clever, and youâre just rolling over to bury your face in the pillows.
âHey, donât go back to sleep,â Yujin says, poking your cheek to keep you in this realm.
âI want breakfast. Pancakes or somethingâwaffles, that place by campus has waffles. With blueberry syrup,â Wonyoung chimes in, like itâs a matter of urgency.
âItâs already noon,â Yujin reminds her, in this teasing way that almost takes the wind out of her sails, the poor thing.
âItâs the first meal Iâm eating. So that makes it breakfast.â
You could totally bury yourself under all these covers and sleep for another four hours. And maybe thatâs what youâll do.
âHey. Daddyâwaffles!â Wonyoung says with so much excitement, shaking your shoulders for extra effect, because lord knows you can sleep through just about anything.
âThen order them,â you say, muffled through your pillow, and you donât want to leave this comfy bed under any circumstances. Not even for waffles.
In the end, they donât mind ordering in, because nobody is able to force themselves out of the comfort of this big, soft bed except to answer the door. Then youâve got a massive stack of chocolate chip pancakes on your lap, Wonyoung has waffles bigger than her head (complete with her precious blueberry syrup that she drowns them in), and Yujin gets French toast smothered in syrup and powdered sugar that keeps smearing over her lips.
Wonyoung spills a drop of blueberry syrup on one of her thighs, and when you think itâs going to jumpstart another round (and god, youâre already just so tired), she cleans it up herself. Breakfast is just breakfast, a pleasant moment to get all the sugar and carbs in your bodies to replenish your energy.
And thereâs really nothing better than that.
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First off, a huge thanks to @braaan for editing this mess, and for being such a painless, wonderful beta reader. Second, if you've made it this far, thank you!
I didn't intend to make it this long, but you know how these things go. Hopefully thereâs something for everything in what is probably the most self indulgent thing Iâve ever written. <3
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Masked men x f!reader//18+ (Scenario 2)
TW: 18+, Cnc, somnophila,toy play (vibrators), double penetration, creampie, degradation, name calling (slut,whore), mentions of breeding, minor praise (if you read into it), edging, multiple orgasms.
AN at the bottom!!
FYI:) these are not the same men from the elevator đ
You were sleeping peacefully, your mind clear, for the most part. You laid on your bed, turning restlessly as you midnight stalked you. As you slowly yet surely drifted to sleep, a visitor decided to make an entry, peeking through your window.
âYeah, sheâs asleep. Out cold.â A man with a ski mask says, dressed in a skin tight black shirt and baggy jeans.
âWhat are we waiting for, letâs get in and out man.â Another one adds, opening your loose window. Without your knowledge these two men snuck into your room, one of them staring daggers at your sleeping form as it innocently tosses around to an unsourced sound.
âDonât wake the little princess up, sheâs a beauty when sheâs sleeping.â The man watching you says, taking off his cheap Halloween mask he bought from Party City. He makes a small dent in your bed, overshadowing your figure, looking at your dolled resting face as his friend sacked through your room for valuables.
âHah! Look at this. Our little sluts got a few toys.â The man slyly says, turning around to see his friend on top of you, kissing down your half exposed body. All the while you sleep soundly, not aware of anything. âWanna put these to good use?â The man ask, taking a vibrator out from your âsecretâ box from under the bed. The man shrugs, pushing up your shirt to expose your naturally perked nipples, immediately taking to sucking them dry.
âTaste so fucking sweet. Her tits taste like pound cake.â The man adds, groaning on your breast, making your face scrunch at the sensation. Meanwhile, the man at the bottom of your bed works to take your panties off. âSomeoneâs enjoying this- our little slutâs getting wet for us.â He slides his fingers up and down your puffy slit, stopping to massage your sweet clit. He takes his fingers and sucks them clean, feeling a rush from your taste, forgetting all about looting your house. He doesnât wait, turning on the naughty vibrator, tapping it on your pussy to see if you react.
You wince in your sleep, folding your position to your back as your legs curl then uncurl, trying to be rid the buzzing as it tickles your nerves. âShe likes it. I canât tell if sheâs asleep or just faking it~â the man at your breast adds, kissing your face, closing into your ear where he licks it, whispering dirty words as his friend teases your pussy with your vibrator.
As the vibrator hits your clit, feeding a pattern of sexual tension, you stir awake, the first thing you saw was 2 men experimenting with your pussy. âWha-â before you could finish your sentence the man closest to you grabs your mouth, the vibrator falling to the ground as the other man comes around to manhandle you to the wall, forcing you off the bed. âNow listen, you scream youâre gonna regret it alright you little bitch?!â The masked man spits out, grabbing another vibrator from your box. Your stomach drops as you realize what theyâve been doing to your body for who knows how long. The man kisses your cheek, moving across your face as his buddy plays with your pussy. âJust a slut arenât you?! Getting all wet in your sleep, waking up surprised. You were waiting for us!â The man aggressively spit, finding his hand roughly slapping your pussy, the other man still holding your mouth grinding his clear hard clothed cock on your ass. âNo point in screaming if youâre not screaming my name babyâŠmaking me into a rut with yout slutty ass huh? Putting on a show for me baby? Like showing off?â The man teases, pulling your nipples as you groan, giving muffled pleas as your pussy sobs with slick. A tight slap comes to your ass and pussy as the men degrade you. You look at the man holding your mouth, your eyes lidded with fear, and bubbling desire. âLike what you see? What, my little slut getting horny from getting her little tight pussy destroyed?~â âyou gonna cum? Fucking cum then, do it you little whore!â He roars uncovering your mouth only to replace it with his mouth as the masked man attending to your pussy stuffs his fingers inside, keeping the vibrator on your clit.
You muffle a moan as your tongue intertwines with the unmasked man while his friend looks up at you, the rest of his face covered, his eyes being shone through the lusty moonlight. âCum on my finger baby girl, make my fuckinâ night and cum! Cum!â You roll your eyes back, squirting out your juices on the poor vibrator and the masked manâs fingers. Above, you two break the kiss, ending with you still orgasming as the men laugh, their hands extending your orgasm by torturing your cunt. âThatâs my girl! A fucking fountain!â The unmasked man shouts, stuffing his fingers inside you to extract more, making your legs shake from how sensitive you were.
âP-please, no moreâŠto much!â You beg, squinting your eyes shut as they assault your body. âWeâve just began princess!â He says, throwing on the bed, the masked man lifting you up like itâs nothing, sitting you on top of him. âStrip my pants babyâŠâ he whispers, leaning into your ear and nibbling it. âI said STRIP MY FUCKING PANTS!â He booms, his friend across the room, already squeezing out of his clothes, his entire body exposed. You shakily grasped his pants, unbinding his cock from his boxers, watching as it sprinted up, slapping against your wet, twitching cunt, resting against your stomach. Your eyes widen seeing his length. âH-how do you even keep that in your pants?!â You found yourself saying, you look across the room to see his naked friend with the same, if not bigger length than him, stalking towards you with a devious smirk. âItâll work baby. Just focus on taking our cocks, for now.â He motions to your mouth, slapping his twitching, leaking cock on your lips. You feel your pussy pooling similar slick onto the masked mansâ jeans. âMy cock appreciates the compliment sweetheart~â the masked man grumbles out through his deep voice. You focus on the cock that now sits on your lips, kissing his tip as he groans, clearly sensitive. âGo on baby, suck it.â You do as your told, your eyes meeting his as you shive your throat down his length all the while the masked man under you drives his cock teasingly up and down your slick cunt. âGonna be able to take both of us baby? Gonna be good and scream our fucking names?â You nod, muffling a content âyesâ. âGood fucking girlâŠâ the masked man grunts, pushing his cock inside your heat, you moan in squeezing pain and pleasure as he sinks inside you, you being busy focusing on the cock that ramming into your mouth.
âGonna fuck this pretty cuntâŠugh, real good honeyâŠâ The masked man immediately goes from settling you on his cock balls deep to fucking you balls deep. You moan and shiver under the pounding you were getting from this man, making the other manâs cock twitch inside your mouth, precum coating your tongue, slipping down your face. âG-gonna cum down that pretty little throat! Take a-all my fucking seed!â The man hisses, your pussy growing more wet as his friends cock demolishes your cunt. You suck the manâs cock harder, feeling your eyes roll back and your mind grow dumb. The man thrust into your mouth, your pussy getting plowed faster as the masked man reaches for your tits, his ski mask lifted just enough so he can access your nipples. You moan and close your eyes from being overstimulated, feeling as the man cums down your throat, you hungrily swallow it up, becoming a cock drunken slut. You open your mouth, still bobbing up and down on the grunting masked mans cock. âSo good for me~ not a single drop wasted~ good job baby, I should reward you for being a good girl!â The masked man gruffly laughs, eyeing his friend and ultimately stopping, popping out of you. You look behind you, confused and needy.
âAww donât worry babygirl, we think you did so good you deserve more than one cock filling up your little body~â the masked man says, whispering in your ears, you flip your head down to your messy, oozing cunt to see the men lined up at both on your holes. Your eyes go wide, waiting for pure extacy to ensue. You grind on the cocks, groaning as you look into their eyes.
âYou gotta beg us baby, beg us to plow your holes like no tomorrow, beg us to fuck you until you canât remember your own name.â The man adds, rubbing his cock down your slit, popping it in and out, hissing at how your walls tried to clench around him.
You look up at him, your eyes teared and drool dripping down your face. âP-please fuck my tight little cunt~ please mark my pussy with your load until I can speak, please fuck me dumb!â You beg, taking the menâs cocks and stroking them while pleading. Both men hiss and slowly thrust into your palm, shaking out of it and laughing, aiming at your holes. âSince you asked so nicely~â the masked man said, lifting you up and settling you done on his cock, his dick entering your tight little asshole slowly. His size making you arch your back, screaming. The other man follows close behind, stuffing himself balls deep inside your juicy, raw cunt. You attempt to scream, the only thing coming out is broken moans as your holes fill, your stomach presenting a small bulge where you can see their cocks. âS-so damn tight!â The men say, thrusting inside you. The pace was rough and spontaneous. Your body jerked around, moans and the smell of sex filled the air quickly. âF-feels t-to good!â You add, rolling your hips, trying to rut them to go faster. They nod, going faster, their balls slapping against you.
âBaby, your getting tight, you gonna cum?! Dirty whore, cumming already?!â The masked man screams out, taking a hold of your waist and one hand moving to your clit, you feel electric sting through your body as he rubs your clit while pouring you harder. âYes, right there! Right there! Yes- a-a-ah f-fuck!â You moan out, cumming on the men cock. The men laugh, your lewd juices mixing with their pounding, making noises. âOh fuck, Iâm cumming!â The unmasked man thatâs taking your pussy announces, you reach for your clit, rubbing it with vigor, desperate for their cum. âFuck baby, tell me to fill your hole up! Tell me to knock that sweet womb up!â You turn your head back, still in your orgasm, kissing the man revenging your ass. âFuck me full of cum, fuck me, fuck me, fuck!-â before you finish your pleas the men grunt in harmony, exploding inside of you. They thrust their hips, fucking the cum deeper before slowing their hips. A slow silence falls on you all, groans and moans filling the room. The men lift you up, switching positions.
âW-wait n-no!-â before you could protest the men roughly insert themselves back inside you, the masked man on your pussy and the other taking your ass. You shake as they do one hard pound into you, feeling the leftover cum drip down your thigh. âYou didnât think we were done yet did you? I still need a taste of this sweet ass, plant my seed everywhere on your body.â The unmasked man says, chuckling in your ear, nibbling on it as he takes you, thrashing his cock inside your ass. The masked man kisses your pussy, licking up bits of cum and your juices while stroking his cock. âYour sweet little body tired already princess?â The gruffly masked man says, pushing on your puffy clit. You moan, tears flowing down your eyes as they pounce on you. The masked man finally plowing into your pussy, stuffing the fleating cum back inside your womb. âGotta make sure your nice and full baby.â He gruffs out, grunting as he pounds you dumb. You squirm under them, your mouth singing beautiful moans, kissing the man destroying your ass as he grips your tits, squishing them in his palms. âSo fucking good, damn girl, your so fucking good!â He moans out, letting his voice get the best of him as his sensitive cock dives deeper inside your ass, you arch further at the new length both of them reach, the masked man going to your cirvix.
You feel your stomach having the familiar coil from the past lovemaking minutes. âGonna cum again? Naughty girl, tsk, tsk, tsk.â The man below you bellows as they slow their thrust, stopping. You whine, grinding trying to create friction. âYou know what you need to do sweetheart~â The masked man says, rubbing sensually against you, your walls clinging to him.
âPlease fuck me, I love your cocks ramming my holes~ I wanna spray your cocks with my cum~, I need your cocks to fill my stupid cunt and asshole up with your milk~ may I please have all of your delicious cum?~â you say, looking into the masked manâs eyes, your eyes glistening as they plead with neediness and pure rut. They laugh, looking at each other before slamming back into you the masked man lifting his ski mask up to suck your lips, you moan and grind as the bubbling feeling of your climax was close. âFucking cum like a good girl!â You cum on command, exploding your hot squirt over their cocks, splashing your juices around as they pound you through your climax. The man under you groans, feeding you his hot load after 3 long thrust. âFuck⊠not gonna-â the masked man grunts, ramming his cum deep inside your pussy, his heavy load making your stomach full. FuckâŠyouâre intoxicatingâŠâ the masked man whispers as his head bumps against yours, his eyes penetrating into yours. You smile, kissing his lips some more before the man under forces your face into his, kissing his lips as you roll your hips into their cocks. They unload their cocks out of your holes, leaving them to instantly leak cum. You flop onto the center of your bed, the men falling beside you smirking as they rested their heads on their hands, admiring your fucked out body. âWhat do you say princess?â They ask, surrounding you as you lay between them.
âThank you~â
And to think they were here to steal from a pretty slut like you.
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AN:) Hey guys, I wanted to say how happy I am we reached 200+ followers! I meant to make this post sooner but with school I find it hard to maintain a regular schedule. (I really wanted to do kinktober! (*ÂŽĐïœ*), anyway, thank you sm for the support and Iâm glad to be making content that you guys enjoy! If you have any suggestions on what youâd like the 200+ special to be, Iâm open! (If not Iâll probably end up doing a 2-part post with 2 different characters.)
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đ· Kidult âȘïž Choi Seungcheol Fic âȘïž
â· pairing: dad!seungcheol Ă fem!reader (feat!jeonghan)
â· genre: heavy angst, fluff towards the end, mentions of childhood trauma, sort of arranged marriage? cheol and reader have a daughter together, lots of dad seungcheol content!!!
â· summary: can trying to relive the childhood you never got to experience, through your daughter be the reason of your husband's irk?
â· part: 1/4 pt.2, pt.3, pt.4
â· w.c: 2.5k
â· author's note: part 1 is here finally!! will try to post part 2 by the end of this week, and part 3 will be a bonus smut which will be published on cheol's birthdayâĄ
If you want to be added to this fic's taglist, drop a comment under this post ; my ask box is open tooâĄ
Motherhood was truly a blissful chapter of every woman's life. Seeing your child growing up in your arms, her little legs stomping through the grass to join her playmates, often tumbling down on her way, her father going completely nuts over the itty bitty scratches on his princess,made you feel a joy not even billion dollars could buy.
But that's definitely not something you believed in before getting married to seungcheol or even when you announced to all of your family, that you were about to birth a small little version of your husband and their son.
While his child swelled in your belly, his ignorance and indifference towards you, swelled in your heart. Although it would be downright selfish to say that seungcheol didn't take care of you during your pregnancy, but you surely weren't that naive to not understand it was all for the wellbeing of his daughter.
Well some people unlike others are just destined to go through life like a soldier, bound to only their duty without the luxury of enjoying worldly pleasures - that's what you've been telling yourself since your childhood, all throughout your marriage but now...now it's different.
As selfish as it may sound, your daughter Hana's childhood now gave you a newfound hope of reliving those years of your life that you never got to cherish....being as carefree and jolly like a two year old, sleeping every night with a teddy tucked under your arms without any thoughts about how to deal with this cruel world.
You were so consumed in your thoughts that you failed to notice the cinnamon pie set in the oven being slightly overcooked along its edges.
"Shit shit shit you cannot mess this up y/n!!! Cheol and Hana are crazy over your cinnamon pie and the last thing you wanna do is disappoint your daughter and his father" you mentally cuss at yourself while taking out the pie pot from the oven as quick as possible....mildly burning your fingers in the attempt.
A thud of the main door shitts your concentration from your burned fingers to your hall, which is now being adorned by Hana's giggles upon seeing her father.
"Dada is home princess! What has my girl been doing all day without her daddy huh" seungcheol literally throws his coat on the couch before hopping towards his beloved daughter, taking her up in his arms in one quick lift and peppering the little ball's mochi cheeks with kisses.
"I played a lot with momma today daddy, and you know you know we even threw a birthday party for Bella hehe" Hana started blabbering out her entire day's routine to her father, sitting on his lap, her head resting on his chest,as seungcheol kept on playing with his daughter's silken locks.
"That's why my cupcake is all dolled up right now huh, I see" seungcheol's arms wrap around Hana's waist tightly while patting her hair. "Do I look like a princess dwaddy?"
"When does my Hana doesn't look like a princess, baby! You're royalty, my little highness" you were watching such a dreamy cinematic sequence of a perfect loving family being played out infront of you, from behind the kitchen counter....the catch being you were just a part of this trio only for a show to others.
"Daddy daddy can we go to the park tomorrow pwease" your daughter surely knew that her puppy eyes was cheol's biggest weakness and that's what she used everytime to make her father tend to all the tantrums.
"Anything for my babygirl. But first you've to stop looking at me with those eyes or dadda's heart will burst from cuteness babie" hana's adorable beads were now paired with her dad's dimples making your heart swell at the view. Two of your cutest dumplings.
"Come on now enough talking you two! Who wants to have the first bite of the pie?" you break off your glare from the duo and bring out the piping hot plate of freshly baked crust from the kitchen and set it on the table before them.
"Me me me" "No me" "No daddy me. Won't you let your princess have the first bite" one pout from Hana and seungcheol melts into a puddle, stuffing her small cheeks with the first bite of the pie by himself. "Next time dadda will win for sure!!!" a small hmph leaves your 27 year old husband's lips.
"So when are we going out tomorrow?" you press your lips into a smile like an excited puppy, putting a halt to the father daughter's playtime...your eyes glistening up at the thought of the beautiful day ahead.
"We'll leave after breakfast" seungcheol's stern voice echoes around the hall, awaring you of the void of emotions he has dug out only for you, his wife and the mother of his child.
"Oh okay! Come on Hana it's bedtime bub." you swing her up into your arms, marking your steps towards her bedroom. "No mowmmy I wanna play more with daddy please"
"No baby. We gotta wake up early tomorrow for the park right? There you can play with dad all throughout the day. Okay love?" you plant a goodnight kiss to your daughter's temples before tucking her into her soft Cinderella sheets.
"My cute round munchkin" one last loving glance at Hana and you put off the lights of her room to let her drift into the happiest dream ever, without any tension of the cruelties of the outside world.
Changing into a soft satin robe and tying your hair up into a bun, you finally settle yourself under the duvet of your shared bedroom with seungcheol, your back facing him, wishing ever passing moment, that at least once he wraps you around his arms. But you know better, that he never will.
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"YAH CHOI HANA WALK SLOW!" screaming at
that poodle of sunshine waddling away in utter haste, you try to match her pace, literally all breathless and panting.
After a fruitless attempt to follow your spawn of Satan going absolutely haywire about being in a park with her daddy, you curve up your back, sweating like a pig looking for some air ; a pair of cold petite hands lands on the crook of your neck.
"Who the fuc - oh my god Mr notepad ass what are you doing here!!" your face instantly harbors the biggest smile upon seeing your childhood bestfriend after literally months.
"Come on girl, you meet the heartthrob of the town, and this is how you greet him? Girls swoon over m - ah ouch y/n lord my future gen " hearing jeonghan blabber 'bout being a hot cake was downright torture for you, when the man literally had no cake to offer!!!
"Yeah yeah sure that's why you used to ask me to find you a girl, pheww!!" a big smug visible clear in your eyes.
"sigh Is this how you welcome your bestfriend after almost an year??!!" han knew that him giving you those angel eyes will make your composure melt in a matter of seconds and that's exactly what happened.
"Oh come on! I was joking! You know I love you, you little bunny" you instantly wrap your arms around han's waist tightly, while pouting like a puppy yourself, as he returns the gesture in a blink.
"Except the cake part tho, hehe!" a slight pinch lands on his butt as you free yourself from him to walk to the ride's counter, hand in hand. Your heart was fluttering like a flock of doves, because you could let your true self take control only when with jeonghan, from laughing like a five year old, being a naughty tease to smiling wide like the sun. Why so? Because apparently seeing you letting your inner child out in the open, irked your 'husband'.
"Oh the main question! Why are you here? That too at a theme park!!!" shooting an interrogative glare towards jeonghan you march away through the crowd like a happy squirrel.
"I'm here with Nabi, and my little bunbun Byul. She literally manipulated me into taking her to this park. ME! THE YOON JEONGHAN BEING MANIPULATED. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT! I guess she learnt it from her dad only" jeonghan blurted out almost an entire verse within seconds, and you felt nothing but sheer joy being reunited with the only who who cherished your presence, after so long.
"There they are" you look over the thick mass to see Seungcheol and Hana standing by the ride, her little pinky entwined with her father's dainty yet strong digits, while pulling onto jeonghan's arms to run towards your family.
Cheol's face turns slightly dark watching you beaming with joy being arm tied with another man, that was not him. He knew jeonghan was your bestfriend from the time your wedding bells rang but....there was this feeling in his heart against Han, that he could never justify.
"Hey Seungcheol. How you've been? Grown quite buff huh!" Jeonghan playfully slaps Cheol's muscles, earning a sort of irritated groan and a tight smile from him.
"Looks like someone's jealous!" you lean your body over jeonghan's shoulder, whispering into his ears which lands you into being tickled by him like crazy, in public.
"Okay okay I'm sorry, s-stop!" Han's devilish hands finally leaves your body, as yout chest heaves up and down, breathless from laughing an entire year's worth.
"Umm hmm" cheol clears his throat as he tries to break off the *not so desirable scene rolling out infront of him* "we should get Hana going on the ride now, she's growing quite impatient"
"Omg yes so sorry baby mom got distracted" you take Hana from her father's grip. "Cheol cheol let us get on the ride too na? Pls!!! Pls!!" pulling onto your husband's biceps, being in a trance of happiness and forgetting that he's Choi Seungcheol and not your buddy, Jeonghan -
"Stop behaving like a kid y/n! You're twenty seven and a mother to a two year old! Fuckin act like one" each and every word that left cheol's lips carved out a new wound in your heart. Though he's right anyways....you don't deserve to fool around like a happy child....you never did....
"I'll call Nabi and Byul too. Both of them can enjoy their visit that way then" jeonghan steps in to somewhat chase away the cloud that was near to pouring down over the four of you "and Byul is herself quite fond of her bestfriend Hana anyways. They would love this set up" Han's lips curl up into a forced smile as he walks off to fetch his own family.
"I i'm sorry" you let go off Hana's tiny fingers, as soon as jeonghan leaves,leading her to the ride's entrance. "Hold on tightly to the bars, okay? Mom will be right here" your soft sweaty hands cup her cheeks before she turns around to go get seated on her most awaited part of the day.
Seungcheol's face is painted with guilt and regret, as he watches over his small family - while her daughter is glaring brighter than the sun with soulful joy, his wife is standing all gloomy beside the long sheep haired guy he have always envied.
"Mommy the ride was amazing. You know Byul was scared hehe. She was holding onto my arms" your daughter waddles down the metal stairs, her bestfriend following soon after, both of their faces all sweaty and glinting from the little adventure.
"N-no i was not, i i just tried to k-keep Hana safe" the two year old blurts out, trying to protect her pride, while her dad scoops her up into his arms, drying off her face with his shirt.
"Yes you're my strong and brave bun, I know that baby" jeonghan places open mouth kisses on his daughter's face, shifting her to her mother's arms gently, placing a gentle kiss on his wife's forehead in the process.
Such a beautiful family. A word that would never fit your own -
"I - I'm taking the girls to have some ice cream" seungcheol breaks the silence that has now creeped up onto your face. "Wanna j-join us, y/n?" no matter how much he tries to act cool or indifferent, the words he threw at your merry face just few minutes back, refuses to leave his mind, engulfing his form in severe shame and agony.
"No I would like to stay back. You three go ahead" the change in your tone was clear enough for even a stranger to notice....and jeonghan has known you for twenty whole years.
"Nabi you accompany the girls and seungcheol. We two will be waiting for y'all by the carousel" surprising right? How jeonghan was the one having your back and not your husband!!!
"Seungcheol was being an absolute dick back there you know. A very annoying, lumpy and dumbass dick " han's hands curl up against your shoulder as he pulls your head to rest on his nape, while both of you were seated on a bench shining under the dreamiest luminaire.
"Hmm" you hum into his skin, warm salty drops slowly making their way down his silk shirt "or maybe he was actually right"
Pulling yourself up from Han's embrace, you focus your eyes onto your lap, while fidgeting with your fingers, when you feel a warm pair of hands cupping your cheek, fingers pushing off any drop of water that dared to pass by your supple skin.
"Just because someone doesn't appreciate your presence in their life and treat you as nothing but a person their daughter calls 'mom', doesn't mean that you are allowed to downgrade yourself" his hands traveling down your face to now engulf your palms into his, "You have every right to be yourself y/n. I know how you've been fighting all your life, how you never had anything what people call carefree childhood these days....don't let anyone murder the soulful kid within you. Understood, Ms Thumper Paws" jeonghan settles his speech with a finishing pinch on your dumpling cheeks.
"Aye aye sir! Noted!!" you finally flash him with the smile he has been trying to bring out since 'someone' decided to slash it.
To both of your oblivion, seungcheol was watching his wife, his partner being all giggly like a beaming ray of sunshine, her bunny teeth making its way out for the world to see, but-
not in his arms, not on his jokes, instead because of her bestfriend....the person he has always been jealous of, for making you smile so wide and bringing out the adorable kid in you!!!something only he wishes to do you for you.....
all this while the caramel ice cream he brought for you melting away in his hands, as he takes in the sight before him with gritted teeth and hurt eyes
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Mothers Daughterđïž
Summary: Being the youngest of the winchesters had its ups and downs, but being the only girl made you miss out on a female figure, so the only thing you can do is ask the men around you about your mother
Pairing: Dean Winchester x lil sister, Sam Winchester x lil sister, John Winchester x daughter
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You never got to meet you mother she died 6 months after you were born, well when you and Sam were born, he was older than you by 5 minutes and still treated you like his little sister but you couldnât ask for 2 better bigger brothers, they were always there for you and made sure you were okay
Being the youngest and only girl in the family it got hard sometimes, when you were little it wasnât as big of a deal, John treated you like his little girl and loved you dearly always reminding you that you looked like Mary, your brothers treating you like a princess and let you play with dolls, but as you got older and you got more woman problems it was hard to handle since there was no motherly figure to turn too
You woke up in the motel you were currently staying at with John, Sam and Dean, late at night you got up feeling groggy and your stomach aching so bad, nothing like youâve ever felt before, you got to the bathroom looking in the mirror seeing how pale you had gotten, thinking maybe it was just something you ate you went to use the washroom but when you pulled down your pants all you see is blood and you panic
You pull your pants back up dropping to the ground when another wave of pain hits your lower stomach
âDADDY!â You scream out scared you might be serious sick
He runs in frantic looking around for danger, probably thinking something supernatural was out to get you, he kneeled infront of you brushing your hair back
âBaby whatâs wrong?â
âSomethings wrong, Iâm bleeding a lot andâŠ.and it hurts so badâ you say breathing heavy just wishing for him to take you pain away
âOh princess, itâs your period every woman goes through it, Iâll run out and get you some pads and pain killers, drink some water Iâll be right backâ
When he left Sam and Dean came and sat with you on the bathroom floor, doing everything they could to comfort you, but you were still confused on what was happening
That happened when you were 14 and after John explained to you what a period was you felt so different from your brothers, every month you had to go through pain while they carried on with hunting, having to go through bouts of random emotions was irritating but what was worse was having your body change and not knowing what to do
âDamn sis your legs are just about as hairy as mineâ Dean laughed as we were all sat around in another motel, you felt so embarrassed covering your legs under the blankets
âDean enoughâ John said as he saw your bottom lip tremble
âDaddy I donât understand why do I have to change like this my legs are hairy and my boobs are getting bigger and I donât feel comfortableâ
âCome on princess Iâll take you shoppingâ
He took you to a drug store find a training bra that fit comfortably and some razors, the drive home was a little quiet
âIâm sorry daddy, I donât mean to inconvenience you I know you have a lot on your plate right now with this werewolf caseâ
âItâs not your fault, and youâre not an inconvenience, just wish your mother was here to help guide you on thisâ
Your mother was a sore topic for the family which is all the more reason you wish you knew her, they barely talk about her
You got back to the motel room and Sam was already asleep but Dean was up watching tv still, John got ready for bed while you sat at the little table working on some homework Dean coming to sit with you, he was 19 so he didnât have to do any schooling anymore
âDean can I ask you something?â You sighed putting your pencil down
âSure kid, whatâs got your little head worrying?â
âDo youâŠ.i mean I never knew her butâŠ..do you like mom would have liked me?â
He looked surprised not expecting that question, you saw John come out of the washroom seeing Dean expression and your nervous state
âWhatâs going on?â
âSheâŠ..she asked if mom would have liked herâ
You were scared that he was going to yell at you, but you were just so desperate to have a mom or even a older strong woman figure to look up to
âDaddy Iâm sorry I justâŠ..I feel so different and you always say I remind you of mom, I just miss someone I never knew and it hurtsâ
âIâm not made princess, Iâm sorry you and the boys donât have your mother but Iâm trying my best, and your mother would have loved you, I remember when she found out she was having twins she was so excited and when you were born and we saw you were a little girl she always said she felt this connection with you, how sheâd cradle you and youâd immediately relax against her, she had so much planned for you Angel, she told me to wait till your 16th birthday to give you this but itâs close enoughâ he got up rummaging through his bag pulling out a little box
You opened it to see a silver necklace with a protection charm, just like the one John had tattooed
âI love it, thank you, I hope where ever she is sheâs proud of meâ
âHey kid, weâre all proud of youâ Dean smiled helping you put the necklace on
âShe couldnât have left me with better protectors, I love all three of youâ
âLove you too princess, foreverâ
You were 22 now and on a run with all three Winchester boys, you had just finished getting the colt back from some vampires and trying to make a game plan so that John would accept you help, Sammy was driving and you and Dean were in the back
âDaddy please just take a break for a second, let us help IâŠâŠ.i miss youâ bright lights burned you eyes before everything crashed and everything went black
You opened your eyes to see you were in a field full of flowers, not a worry in the world just the calming feeling of wind in your hair, bees buzzing by, no vampires or demons or anything just peace, then a woman in white appeared next to you
âYouâre so beautifulâ she smiled brushing your hair back
âWho are you?â
âIâm your mother dear, donât tell me those boys havenât showed you a picture of meâ you shook your head but then you realized what she said, your mother was sitting next to you
âMomâŠ..itâs you!â You wrapped your arms around her feeling her warmth that you craved for
âBut if itâs really you thenâŠ..am I dead?â You asked scared
âYou got in a crash, the boys are waiting for you back there but if you want you can stay with me, we can be happy just mother and daughter, you can stay with meâ
âBut I havenât lived yet, I donât wanna leave Sammy or Dean and I canât leave dad like that, I just got him backâ
âItâs your choice baby, but either way Iâm always with youâ she said pointing at my necklace
A bright light above stung your eyes slowly coming into focus, seeing everyone surrounding you bed
âThere she is, god sis you terrified usâ Sam said wrapping his arms around you
âPrincess why are you crying?â John asked worried your in pain
âI saw herâ you whispered still in shock
âI think she still got drugs in her systemâ Dean laughed
âNo I saw her, it was momâ everyone went still
âShe said I could stay with her, wherever I was it was peaceful and free of evil butâŠ.i had to come back I just got you back dad and I canât just leave my brothers youâll tear eachother apart without me hereâ you smile
âI ainïżœïżœt leaving anytime soon baby girlâ
You went to sit up but pain shot through your body
âGood driving Sam, how is it you all look like you got in a little bar fight and Iâm the one in this hospital bedâŠâŠ.any serious damage?â
âDoc said you got a concussion, broken rib and some nasty cuts on your faceâ
âBut Iâll be okay?â
âWe wonât let anything happen to you, never againâ
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oh my godddddd i just read your sub!Abby fic and i'm just thinking of a fic where reader 'doms' Abby but really she's just letting you have your fun and we all know who's still in charge :) oh my god i'm losing it please i just know you would make it so hot,,,,,,,, omg i'm giggling and twirling my hair
yesyesyesyesyes ⥠đđ exactly nonnie ! <3
cw: ice play (almost) , dom!abby , daddy kink lol
âhands behind your back.â you sternly say to your blonde girlfriend, who is manspreading in front of you on your shared bed, you stood between her muscular legs.
âyes maâamâ she giggles back at you, totally taking this seriously, and pins her hands to the small of her back.
you roll your eyes at abby and puff out your chest, âwhatâs funny? donât make me get rough with you.â you warn her.
ânot funny baby, just cute.â she bats her eyes up at you, making your tummy explode with butterflies.
abby is always in charge. sex, plans, grocery lists, cleaning, abby is always the one handling everything. and as much as you love being under her control, today you wanted to give her a chance to relax and be tended to. but itâs abby, and abby wonât let that slide.
you point your finger to her broad chest, âlay back.â abby raises an eyebrow at you, following your orders. âyouâre liking this, arenât you princess?â abby teases.
âyeah, i am, princessâ you tease back. abby can admit that she finds it hot how youâre being so demanding and tough, she knows at any second though she can bend you over her knee and youâll be a whimpering obedient mess like you always are, but sheâll let you have your fun for now.
you pick up a cup thatâs to your left, swirling around the melting ice cubes in it. abbyâs gaze shifts to your hand, still shaking the cup. âbabyâŠâ she nervously breathes.
âiâm gonna take off your pants, okay?â you slide her grey sweatpants down her legs, biting your lip at the sight of her blue boxers, removing those too.
you plop an ice cube in your mouth, but abby abruptly grabs your jaw. âspit it out.â she demands. you shake your head out of her grasp, spitting the ice cube on her chest. âtss-ahh! what the fuck!â she hisses.
âiâm in charge, remember? donât interrupt me again.â as you reach for the cup, abby has decided sheâs had enough of this.
the burly blonde sits up, sliding her boxers back up to her waist. you watch as she blatantly disobeys your orders.
âhereâs what gonna happen my sweet girl. youâre gonna lay down, take off those cute little panties, put your hands behind your back, and sit pretty until i tell you you can move, got it?â she hovers over you, awaiting your compliance.
âb-â you try to regain your âcontrolâ you had just a minute ago, but abbyâs patience is long gone. ânuh uh baby, all i want to hear from that little mouth is yes daddy.â
abby walks out of the room, leaving you to process whatâs about to happen. you do as youâre told because abby can get scary when disobeyed. her blue crystal eyes get dark, almost stone grey.
youâre naked, hands flat under your back, thighs pressing together trying to relieve the uncomfortable sensation pooling down there.
the door creaks slightly, abbyâs tall build standing in the doorway, arm resting on the frame above her head. âaww good girl.â she smiles at you.
her strap is tucked in the band of her boxers, the black silicone tip peering from the top. âand good girls get rewarded, yeah?â she walks towards you, eyes locked with yours.
âspread your pussy for me dollâ she coos, eyes widening at your milky cream dripping down your thigh.
abby slaps your sopping pussy, letting a long string of spit land on your throbbing nub.
âyou ready?â she smirks, positioning herself at your center.
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a/n : HI MY BABIES OH MY GOD I MISSED U ANGELS SO MUCH âĄâĄ feels like i havenât written in years , ik u lot are patiently waiting on dealer!ellie & i promise promise promise sheâs coming soon đđ enjoy this fun req i got awhile ago , sorry it took me so long nonnie !!!
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Barbie talk ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets ft. Larray
Summary: Your with Nick, Matt and Chris in LA and Larray comes over to talk about another video idea, only to be dragged into a conversation about Barbie with you.
Warnings: possible swearing, nicknames, Barbie?, fluff
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You were happily playing with your Barbies on the sofa. Nick, Matt and Chris were walking about doing some stuff, whilst making sure you were taken care off.
You and your parents had come to visit the guys in LA for a while, which to your little three year old self, made you very excited as the first time you went to LA, you couldn't remember it.
But with your parents out for the day to relax, you under the watch of your older brothers, not much could go wrong.
"Larray just messaged me, he's coming over to talk about a new video idea." Nick said as he entered the room.
Matt, who was now sat next to you, holding one of your many Barbies, nodded silently. You looked up at Nick.
"Larray?" You called.
"Yeah bub, he's one of our friends. We did some videos with him before." Nick replied.
"He like Barbie?" You asked.
"I know he does, petal." Matt answered.
Chris then walked in, Nick telling him that Larray was coming over, making the youngest male nod and sit down. Soon, there was a knock at the door. Nick went to get it as you watched.
You then saw who you assumed was Larray walk in and greet your brothers. He then looked over to you, giving you a kind smile.
"This must be the Sturniolo princess." He said, making you giggle.
"Hi." You called softly.
"I'm Larray, what's your name?" He asked, coming to sit next to you.
"Y/n. You like Barbie?" You asked, holding one of your dolls up.
"I do! Do you have a favourite?" He asked.
You giggled and held up your favourite doll and started talking about why you loved her so much. Your brothers watched with smiles, seeing you talk so happily.
"Play?" You then asked Larray.
"I'd love to sweetie, but I gotta talk about video ideas with your brothers." Larray responded.
You frowned but nodded, slightly understanding. Nick, Matt and Chris shared a look and nodded.
"You wanna play Barbies with Larray, kid?" Chris asked.
"If not busy." You replied.
"How about, all of us, including Larray play Barbies with you, then when you go for a nap, we'll talk about videos?" Matt suggested.
"Yeah!" You cheered.
And with that, you spent the next hour talking and playing with your Barbies, the guys watching you happily and when it was time for your nap, you hugged Larray, knowing when you woke up, he'd be gone.
"Barbie tomorrow?" You asked.
"Maybe sweetie." He answered.
You giggled and smiled, going to Nick's room to take a nap. Happy you've made a new friend to talk about Barbie with.
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Girl!Dad Gale on his day off and his wife finds him and their kid playing tea party with Gale as the newest princess of the land
hello, dear! đ you have no idea how happy this request made me and how much fun I had writing this đ I literally didn't want to stop writing, that's how much I got into this little domestic scenario with Buck đ
[ PART TWO ]
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You had a busy day and you hated it because it happened to be a day off for Buck. He rarely had weekdays completely off and you wished you could just enjoy some time together as a family but you had to pick up some shopping orders from town and you had a doctorâs appointment, too.
âAre you sure you can do that?â You asked Buck as you were putting a coat on in a hurry, checking the clock on the wall with the corner of your eye. Your bus would leave in less than ten minutes.
âItâs not the first time for meâ Buck chuckled and adjusted little Peggy on his hip. Well, she wasnât that little. She would be four soon. The time flied way too fast.
âOkay, okay, see you later then. Iâll warm up dinner when I'm back but you can make sandwiches in the meantime,â you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek and kiss your baby girlsâ forehead before leaving in a hurry.
Buck approached the window and watched you cross the street to disappear behind the corner.
âAre you going to wave mummy goodbye?â He asked the little girl in his arms and she giggled before waving her hand. âGood girl,â he kissed her cheek. âWhat do you want to do now?â He asked.
âI want to play with dolls,â her eyes sparkled at the idea. âLike I do with mummy.â
âAlright,â Buck nodded. He was rarely playing with dolls. In fact, almost never.
So when he took Peggy upstairs to her room, he started to look around awkwardly, not knowing where the dolls were. But Peggy was already unpacking one of the boxes and putting the dolls and their clothes on the carpet. Buck sat down and watched his little girl in awe. She was so sweet and so pretty and so smart for her age. Of course all children were like that in their parentsâ eyes.
âAnd what now?â He asked when all the dolls and clothes were already on the carpet.
âYou choose the doll you want to play with,â she sighed, a little irritated that she has to explain such basic things.
âI want this one,â he picked up the one with golden hair. âCan I?â
âYou chose this one because sheâs got hair like yours,â his little girl giggled and he realised that she was right. He didnât even think of that.
âAnd which one are you choosing?â He asked her.
âThis one,â she pointed at the doll looking the most like her mum. Buck smiled to himself and nodded his head. Then he took a better look at his doll. It didnât have any clothes on. âDo we choose clothes now?â He asked.
âYes! Itâs the best part, daddy!â Peggy clapped her hands and Buck reached his hand out to grab one of the dresses. She pouted. âNo! Not this one, daddy! I want this one!â
âBut I chose it first,â he teased.
âItâs my favourite dress!â She gave him puppy eyes and he gave the dress to her.Â
âWhat do we say?â
âThank you,â she giggled and began to dress her doll.
Buck chose a different dress and wanted to put it on his doll as well but he was doing it clumsily. He didnât expect it to be actually quite difficult.
âYouâre so clumsy, daddy,â Peggy laughed and took the doll from him to finish dressing her up.
âNot with everything,â Buck protested.
âReally?â She looked up at him as if she couldnât believe that.
âWell, remember how I fixed the stove the other day?â He tried to remind her.
âAh, that,â she shrugged her arms and he tried very hard not to laugh at her reaction.
However, he still wanted to impress his little girl.
âAnd before you were born, daddy was a pilot,â he told her.
âA pilot? Whatâs that?â She asked, not really interested.
âI was flying planes,â he explained and she looked at him again.
Peggy tilted her head and her eyes widened.
âLike the one we were on last summer?â She asked.
âNot exactly,â Buck caressed her hair and tried to find the right words. âMine were smaller.â
âWhy?â
âThere are different kinds of planes. Some planes are to take people from one place to another and other planesâŠâ His voice broke. âNevermind,â he finished, angry at himself for even starting the subject.
âOkay,â thankfully Peggy only shrugged her arms. âBut you are clumsy, daddy. Otherwise you wouldnât have so many scars. Even on your face,â she chuckled.
Buck smiled sadly at her. He couldnât tell her now, she was too young to understand. And too young to realise she hurt him with her words. But he wasnât angry at her. He would never be angry at his little girl. If she had known, she would never say that.
âYes, I suppose I am clumsy sometimes,â he decided to agree. âWhat do we do with these dolls?â He changed the subject quickly and grabbed his doll.
âWith mummy, we sometimes make tea parties for the dolls and us,â Peggy said.
âWe can do that,â Buck nodded his head.
âYou have to help me, daddy. The box with tea cups and plates is up there,â she pointed at the box on the top shelf. âMummy doesnât want me to play with them without her around because it was expensive.â
âAh, yes,â Buck chuckled as he stood up. He remembered that purchase well. He reached out for the box and Peggy gasped. âWhat is it?â
âNothing, daddy. I was scared youâd drop it,â she giggled and he sighed. She would now call him clumsy all the time for the next few weeks.
He placed the box down carefully and they began to take out all the cups and plates.
âShould I make real tea?â He asked Peggy.
âDonât be silly, daddy. Itâs just play pretend!â His daughter scolded him. âAnyway, we need a Princess. The tea parties are for the Princess.â
âSo, for you?â Buck smiled at her.
âNo, usually itâs mummy,â she explained.
âBut today it can be you,â he proposed.
âBut I donât want to be a Princess. I want to be a fairy,â she pouted. âYou have to be the Princess, daddy,â she insisted.
Buck blushed. He knew that they were home alone and no one would see him like this but it still felt odd to become a Princess. Even for a play pretend with his daughter. He wanted to make her happy, though. So he shyly nodded his head to agree.
She clapped her hands, excited and she got up to give him a loving hug. Then she handed him a crown made of paper that had also been in the box with the cups and plates.
âMummy made it,â Peggy said. âBe careful, donât break it,â she added and placed it on Buckâs head.
You entered the house and took your coat off quietly. You didnât want to make any noise because it was around that time when Peggy should be napping and you assumed Buck was either reading something for work at that time or napping with her. You fixed your ruffled hair in the mirror and quietly went upstairs to check on your daughter first.
But walking the stairs, you already heard her soft giggles and Buckâs voice. You sighed. He had to forget about her nap time.
You opened the door to Peggyâs room and widened your eyes at the sight you had never expected to witness. Your husband â Major Cleven, the war hero â was sitting on the carpet surrounded by dolls with a tiny cup in his hand and a paper crown on his head.
When Peggy was born, you were afraid that he would actually prefer a son. He could talk to him about the planes and all the other things that men found interesting. You were afraid that Buck wouldnât get into the girly things as much. And he was often awkward about them. When you were picking birthday presents for Peggy or taking her to the events for little girls, he was always visibly out of place. He wasnât a bad dad â far from that! He would die for his little girl as he was absolutely mesmerised by her. She had him wrapped around her little finger in a way that sometimes was even making you feel slightly jealous. But you would never expect him to actually have a tea party as a Princess.
âWhat⊠What is happening here?â You burst out with laughter and Buck blushed. âOh, what a lovely sight,â you added and you sat down on the carpet, too. âWhoâs the fairest Princess of the land?â You teased.
âDaddy is!â Peggy answered and ran up to you to give you a hug. You kissed the top of her head. âGuess what Princess daddy is?â
âPrincess Handsome?â You joked and she winced at that. âPrincess Brave?â You tried again and she shook her head. âWhat then?â
âPrincess Clumsy!â Peggy giggled and you furrowed your brows.
âBut daddy is not clumsy,â you protested. âIâd say he is the opposite.â
Buck took his paper crown off and tried to put it on your head but you pushed his hand away gently.
âItâs yours today, Your Royal Highness,â you grinned at him and he sighed, putting the paper crown back.
âHe is clumsy! Look!â Peggy approached her daddy and pointed at one of the scars on his cheeks. She giggled.
âOh,â you gasped. Your smile dropped and you didnât know what to say. âButâŠâ
âDonât,â Gale shook his head. âItâs fine,â he assured you.
But for you it wasnât fine.
âDaddy doesnât have scars because he is clumsy,â you tried to explain softly.
âNo?â Peggy bit on her fist as her eyes widened. She looked at Buck, surprised.
âDaddy has them because⊠Because he was very brave,â you added.
â(Y/N), enough,â Buck whispered.
âLike a superhero,â you finished.
âReally?!â Peggy gasped.
âHardly,â Buck laughed nervously. âIâm not a superhero.â
âIâm sorry for saying youâre clumsy!â Peggy put her hands around his neck and hugged him tight. âWhy didnât you tell me that youâre a superhero?!â
âBecause itâs a secret, dollie,â he tried to explain and rubbed her back. He gave you a scolding look and you rolled your eyes.
You knew that Buck didnât like to be called a hero. To him, all his achievements were just a duty. Something that had to be done to serve his country. And he didnât feel proud of killing people either.
But you couldnât let your own daughter bully him for the next few weeks about something like that. Even if she didnât mean it in a bad way. She loved her daddy but he was too soft with her and she would often take advantage of it and tease him a lot.
âAnyway,â you cleared your throat, âPrincess Daddy forgot that itâs Peggyâs nap time.â
âOh, Iâm sorry,â Buck stood up with Peggy in his arms to carry her to bed.
âNo! Iâm not sleepy, no!â She protested and he chuckled.Â
You began to slowly put all the dolls and cups back into the boxes.
âYou have to, sweetheart,â Buck insisted and she sighed, defeated.
He put her down and sat on the edge of the bed as you continued to clean the mess from the carpet. Buck was telling Peggy a story about some knight and a fairy â because she preferred to be a fairy these days â and you put a blanket over your baby girl before taking the crown off of his head gently and putting it back into the box.
âSheâs asleep now,â you whispered as you stood behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. âCome with me, I have to tell you something,â you tried not to smile too widely to hide your excitement and not spoil the revelation too fast.
He looked up at you, confused. You took him by his hand and dragged him out of the room and then into your bedroom.
âWhatâs going on?â He asked as he closed the door behind him.
âWell,â you started and your eyes sparkled. You were so happy you felt as if you were about to explode, âI have exciting news.â
Buck approached you, confused. God, he looked so adorable, still blushing a little and with his hair ruffled from that paper crown.
âIâm pregnant,â you nearly screamed and then you shut your mouth with your hand, scared you would wake Peggy up.
At first he didnât react as if he needed a moment to understand the meaning of your words. And then his whole face lightened up as he gave you a wide, sweet smile.
He picked you up and spun you around as you giggled softly.
âPut me down, Iâm getting sick,â you laughed and he obeyed instantly. âThank you,â you breathed out. You fixed his hair and brought his face closer to yours. âMaybe this time it will be a boy,â you whispered.
âMaybe,â Buck pulled you closer by your waist. âMaybe not,â he added. âI donât mind being a Princess sometimes.â
âReally?â You burst out laughing at him saying that. He nodded, seriously.
âIâd do everything to see my girls smile.â
MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST
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Eyes on Me, Princess
Summary: After so long apart while Hongjoong was in America, he shows you everything San taught him after Mr. & Mrs. Kim left.
Warning: Smut under the cut so MDNI
Kinks ahead: Dom/Sub relationship, fingering, binding, squirting, and use of Daddy
You didnât even realize that he was in the bedroom with you, too enraptured by your phone where a TikTok edit played of your boyfriend learning how to body roll, courtesy of San.
Note to self, kill San tomorrow.
âWhatâre you watching, doll?â Hongjoong asked, grabbing water from your mini fridge next to your bed.
Blushing, you tried to smother your phone underneath your pillow. But, just like with your Nintendo DS that you had as a kid when you were supposed to be sleeping, the pillow did little to nothing to block out the track that the Atiny who made the edit placed over it.
âNow you have to show me,â He laughed and dove for it, wrestling with you for it.Â
Somehow, even though he came from clear across the room, he managed to grab it before you could stop him.
A devilishly handsome grin came over his face as he watched the edit play once more.
âWell well well⊠Little miss innocent isnât so innocent after all,â
âWe both know Iâm not innocent Captain,â you smirked, knowing what it did to him when you called him Captain. You were proven right when you saw his brown eyes darken.
He grabbed both of your wrists, holding them above your head.
âDo you want me to show you everything San taught me after my parents left?â He asked with a smirk on his plump lips.
âYes Daddy,â you gasped as his hold tightened on your wrists.
He was gone and you wouldnât be able to walk right for the foreseeable future. But you craved it, especially with the time apart.
âGive me a minute. Donât you dare move your hands until I get back,â The Scorpio warned. You nodded.Â
If you disobeyed him when he was like this, youâd be wheelchair bound.
He disappeared into the in-home studio, coming back with his Wake Up scarf in hand.
âSome insurance Princess,â He smirked as he tied your wrists to the bedpost.
âYou donât trust me to stay still?â You challenged him.
âNot with what I have planned, baby girl, no,â he tightened the scarf.
âToo much?â He asked and you shook your head as you tested the bindings.
It was a good thing he tied you up, because if he hadnât, you wouldâve clawed up and down his back already.
He really should talk to the CIA about becoming a torturer if Ateez ever flopped- not that he would let his other baby flop.
Feather light touches mixed with slapping across your sensitive and heated skin made your head spin.
âGood thing I soundproofed our bedroom,â he chuckled as he rolled his body on top of yours, making your eyes shut in pleasure. Only for a slap to your pussy to rip your eyes open.
âEyes on me princess,â
âIâm pretty sure Prince Charming never tied up the princess or did any of this to her,â you breathed.
âHe did, they just never told anyone,â he smirked before moving down your body and coming face to face to your core.
âI missed this so much. You wouldnât believe how many nights I thought about you like this,â he smiled deviously before nipping at the skin of your inner thigh. A whine left your lips before he began his assault on your pussy, a mix of his tongue and fingers assaulting your bundle of nerves.
âDonât you dare cum until I tell you,â he warned.
âOr what?â
âHope you think the bed is comfy,â he told you with a chuckle before continuing his assault.
âJoongie,â you breathed, your back arching as he hit your g-spot with his tongue. He left your core with a pop.
âNot my name princess,â he raised a brow.
âIâm sorry Daddy,â you whined, trying to bring your body closer to his lips.
âThatâs better,â he crawled up your body, crashing his lips onto yours while his hands went to work making you a blubbering mess under him.Â
You could taste yourself on his tongue mixed with his mouthwash, making you heady.
âRight there Captain!â You left his lips to scream, your hands fighting even harder against the restraints as he pounded into your g-spot and curling his fingers even more, making you see stars.
âYou close princess?â He asked sweetly. The contrast of his tone with the look on his face and body made the stars even more pronounced. You nodded furiously, needing him to give you permission before you passed out.
âUse your words baby girl,â
âYes Daddy! P-please,â
âPlease what?â
âLet me cum!â You shouted.
âGood girl. Cum for me princess,â he told you with what Atiny has dubbed Demonline and they didnât even know how right they were.
With his permission, you finally let the dam release, no control of your body at all.
âI think my princess missed me,â Hongjoong smiled as he released your bindings.
Once you came back to Earth, you saw Hongjoong with a water bottle and the pack of baby wipes that you kept near your bed for this exact purpose.
âHowâre you feeling Princess?â He asked, the dominant man nowhere to be found. Now he was your Joongie.
âYou havenât done that in a while,â you breathed.
âYeah, you too,â he motioned to the bed underneath you that was soaked.
âYou squirted,â he gave you a proud smile, bringing you into a sweet kiss.
âThank god the bed is comfy,â
âNetflix?â He asked and got to work helping you clean up since your limbs were still non functional.
âI missed you so much,â he spoke when you were cuddling after the cleanup.
âMe too,â
âCome with me next time?â He asked and you had to blink, replaying the words in your mind a few times to make sure you heard right.
âI thought you couldnât,â
âIâm the captain. Iâll talk to KQ in the morning,â he told you before kissing your shoulder and a smile cemented on your face.
Taglist: @multidreams-and-desires @the-princess-of-mischief-1998
#ateez#ateez smut#hongjoong smut#ateez hongjoong#hongjoong#kim hongjoong#ateez atiny#atiny#ateez imagines#ateez x reader
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at home bakery , fushiguro toji
with his daughter ! just fluff, nothing else, mentions of a wife but not necessarily said to be the reader, no name daughter too
author's note: i forgot i made a poll about this omg... idk if i wanna make a pt2 because i completely skipped over the actual baking and just left it open ended + idk if i wanna do x reader
"come up here, lassie." toji picks up his daughter with ease, placing her onto a stool that's high enough for her to reach the counter. "we're gonna be baking before mama gets home."
as he fiddles with the stool, making sure it's secure and stable, she taps at the marbled surface and glances around the kitchen. "what will we bake?" once he stands up straight, she peers up at him with big eyes, filled to the brim with curiosity and anticipation.
he stares at the miniature version of himself, his eyes squinting as he tries to jog his memory. "...what did you want again?" he whispers, half to himself, half directly to her. his memory has been completely used up trying to remember the names of all of her dolls, not that he had much space left to do so in the first place.
"omurice!" no, that wasn't the right answer, but she still clapped in excitement anyways.
"noâ careful." he supports her back with a hand when she starts the wobble, not having the heart to scold too much in fear of her getting upset. "that was your breakfast. you told me you wanted dessert didn't you?"
"hmm..." placing a hand on her chin, she starts to think. then it moves down to her skirt, playing with the loose details and buttons. "don't remember..."
"of course..." he mutters under his breath, planting his hands on the edge of the surface. "forget it. i'll make a guess based on what we have here."
luckily, his wife had everything prepped on the counter before leaving for work. milk, flour, sugar, butter; the basics. eggs, yeast... bananas? now, toji may be a smart guy, but he's not the best when it comes to making estimations with such common ingredients like this... plus the addition of a bundle of bananas. "what the hell's this supposed to make?"
"oh!" as if there was a light bulb above her head, she holds her index finger up. "babana bread! i want babana bread!" she reaches out and takes hold of the bundle of bananas.
"banana bread." he corrects. easing the bundle out of her grip, he starts to break one off for her. "and didn't you already have some yesterday?"
it's a vivid memory. he had quite the mess to clean up when you had found the store-bought baked goods in the pantry, and with some (useless) help from her, managed to fix everything up and save him from the wrath of his wife. within minutes too... stressful.
in a fit, her arms swing back and forth, and she tries to put in the most innocent facade she can. "papaaa..."
"what? i'm still going to make it for you." he peels the fruit. "and you can eat this one while you watch."
"not that!" she pouts, stomping her tiny foot. the whine in her voice was an easy way to make him sway, and not being able to handle her sulky looks was an absolute curse. her hands reach up to tug at the material of his shirt. "you needa do the thing, papa!"
"what thing?"
"the thing!"
his eyebrows furrow, and he places the half peeled fruit on the counter. "iâ"
"papa!"
"okay, okay." somehow, he seems taken aback, and he raises his arms to surrender. "no need to get loud with me, sweet." on command, he walks over to the doorway of the kitchen, three aprons waiting for him. he takes the first, covered in the word's 'this dad can't cook'. and the third, with the words 'baby princess' on it.
toji puts her apron on first, tying it loosely around the back to prevent safety hazards. as for his, it barely reaches around his waist, but not enough for a knot, so he leaves it hanging. "and?" she looks up at him expectedly.
"papa toji's bakery is..." he reaches up and flips over the makeshift sign hanging on the wall in front of the oven, showing 'closed' to 'open'. "open!"
his daughter's happiness was so potent, so innocent. her hands raise in the air, albeit not that far, and laughs in celebration. "yay!"
#my apology to the cgrom readers đ#jujutsu kaisen#jjk imagines#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jjk fluff#jjk headcanons#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jjk#jjk drabbles#fushiguro toji x reader#toji headcanons#toji imagine#toji imagines#jujutsu toji#jjk toji#jujutsu kaisen toji#toji fushiguro#fushiguro toji#toji fluff
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prompt: Ozai has Azula watch Zuko (his progress or rather lack thereof) from way earlier on, possibly even before Aang gets away from the iceberg in the first place
There it is, written at the bottom of his banishment notice, wobbling in and out of his vision and heâs not sure if it's his eyesâ
(Father wouldnât have meant to blind him. Being blind won't help him catch the Avatar, so heâll just not go blind.)
Itâs either his eyes, or. Or the rage. It has to be the rage.
So Zuko reads the line again, and lets the fire brim up and overflow, until sparks chase the shout from his lips.
âBanishment to be overseen by Crown Princess Azula?â
- - -
âPrince Zuko,â Azula says, standing as tall as an eleven year old can. Sheâs using his title, so that heâll use hers. And if he doesnât then heâs ill-mannered and not fit for his own.Â
âCrown Princess Azula,â Zuko grits out.
âIâll just be inspecting your ship, then. Fatherâs orders.â
Two men are in shackles by the time sheâs done.Â
ââFostering mutiny against your prince,â she is yelling, and somehow her voice is just as high-pitched as his without sounding childish at all. âWhen our father hears about thisââ
- - -
âSo you had them executed,â Fire Lord Ozai inquires. Lightly. And from behind his flames.
âOf course, father,â says the kneeling child. âIt was an attack on our family.â
Her father doesnât say anything.
Azula is eleven. Eleven, she had presumed, was old enough to count.Â
One, two, three. Four, with Uncle. The royal family.
Her father is silent still.
One. Two.
ïżœïżœForgive my impertinence, Fire Lord,â she says. âI will bring them to you for judgment next time.â
âDo so,â Fire Lord Ozai says. He does not contest the ânext time.â
- - -
âCrown Princess Azula,â Zuko says.
âYour bandage is off, brother,â Azula says. âAre you blind?â
âNo.â
(The blur of her red robes, the eye-searing glint of sunlight off her headpieceâheâs not blind in that eye. Heâs just⊠still recovering.)
âLovely,â she says. âThen whatâs your excuse for the condition of this ship?â
âŠHe has an increased budget for repairs, by the time sheâs done.Â
- - -
âBrother,â Azula says, âtraditionally knives are to be delivered to the back.â
âI⊠what?â her brother says, still holding out the inexplicable thing. âNo, I bought it at port. For you. See, it matches the one Uncle got me.â
âHow original,â she says.
Her brother turns a shade of red that puts his bending to shame. Not that itâs a particularly high bar. âFine, Iâll justâthrow it out.â
âOh, donât be so dramatic. At the least, Mai will want it.â
- - -
âNice knife,â says Mai, looking at the hilt peeking out of Azulaâs boot.
âBe silent,â Azula says, thus ending that conversation.
- - -
âDid great-grandfather⊠did weâŠâ starts her brother, fresh from scurrying about the Eastern Air Temple like some particularly dim-witted pheasant-monkey, the dust not even brushed from his clothes even though he knew her ship was waiting down here. âAzula, there were childrenââ
âBe silent,â she says.
- - -
âYouâre leaving frequently,â comments father, as his knife cuts through the pheasant-monkey, clicking against the plate below. The persimmon-cherry sauce is thick and red and smearing. Â
âI find it advantageous to cultivate a working knowledge of our nationâs tactics,â Azula answers. She does not push around her meat like a child, but she does eat only lightly; the dish is more sour than she remembers.
âAnd your brother?â
âOh, him,â she says, to which her father smiles.
- - -
â...What?â Zuko asks, blinking down at the scrolls.Â
âItâs your birthday,â Azula says. âApparently, I should have gotten you a calendar.â
âThank you?â
She sighs.
- - -
âDo we⊠tell him we can hear him?â asks the assistant cook, as the prince continues monologuing. Dramatically, and loudly. Through the pipe connecting the drain of the kitchen sink to the ones in the shower.Â
âSsh, I think this is one of his new plays.â
- - -
She gets him a calendar for his next birthday. Itâs not funny.
- - -
He gets her a doll, for hers. The look on Uncleâs face as she torches it in front of them both is hilarious.
- - -
âBrother,â she says, looking up at the damage to his ship. âThis is not the way to requisition additional repair funds.â
âCaptain Zhao,â her uncle says in the background, with heights of pleasant antagonism she can only aspire to. As if a general could mistake Zhaoâs new insignia. Particularly with all the polishing he does.Â
âItâs commander now.â
âHow did you manage this?â she asks.
âUh,â Zuko says. âCan we⊠speak alone?â
She eyes her brotherâs shifting stance. Eyes, too, the way Zhaoâs men are already moving to intercept and interrogate his crew. One of the new commanderâs more noxious habits is stalking her brotherâs every move.Â
Well. Sheâd been meaning to deal with that, anyway.
Azula snaps her fingers at the commanderâs guards.
âDetain him,â she says. And for a moment, just a moment, her dear uncle freezes, as if she were talking about someone he actually cared for.
The guards donât. Sheâs trained them better than that.
âPrincess,â Commander Zhao says, his snarl well hidden behind a smile. âWhat is the meaning of this?â
âCrown Princess Azula,â she corrects. âNow hush; the adults are talking.â
- - -
They have an Avatar to catch, apparently. Her brother is coming home.
#her brother is coming home#it may be time for some other changes as well#how does the pheasant-monkey taste father?#oh of course I havenât had any#you know I havenât liked that since I was a little girl#are you feeling well father?#why donât you have a little lie down father#oh is your crown uncomfortable?#let me just remove that for you#hush now#sleep#goodnight father#say hello to grandfather for me#avatar the last airbender#atla#Zuko#Azula#ficlets#yep that prompt hit the spot thanks Anon <3
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Just a short cute thing where Fem! Reader and Maleficent are dating and Mal just loves teasing her gf by turning into her dragon form in small
Pure fluff, thank u :>
âShort cuteâ is speaking my language rn. So glad to be back to writing long stuff but between these and writing a layout for a Dead Boy Detectives fic I needed a good head canon or Drabble đ€
Also I wrote and edited this whole thing while on the clock at work so forgive me if something is a little odd, I HATE typing on mobile because itâs easier to get typos.
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Maleficent x Reader
Pronouns used: she/her/hers
Summary: watching her girlfriend study can get just so boring
Warnings: descriptions of Maleficent turning into a dragon but itâs really nothing (at least as a horror and body horror fan itâs absolutely nothing but Iâll warn you just in case), fluff
Word Count: 1.1K
Pic because finding gifs of my girl (whoâs almost always background or literally on Hades lol) is so hard
She canât say no one warned her. Of course, Maleficent thought her girlfriend hung the sun, she was humanities own light source. All aglow when she was excited and warm enough that the dark fae was constantly convinced she had a fever. She was obsessed with her, but that doesnât mean the rest of her friends lied when they said dating a hero kid could get so boring. Not that (Y/n) in general was boring, it was actually pretty easy to get her running around with the villains, but when she felt like being good? She could get obnoxiously good. Like straight As helping out in soup kitchens type of good. Which if the pixie was honest, she found that side of her girlfriend extremely endearing. Sometimes she even wonders if that sweet half of her is what saw Maleficent as worthy for her. Not that sheâd ever admit to that out loud, it would wreck her image. If the fact that she could watch the girl complete mundane tasks in complete infatuation didnât already kill her image. Or at least she normally could watch her like that.
The girl had been studying for an hour, rewriting her notes in a decorative and color coded way that she swore made it easier for her to study. âRewriting it makes me think about it harder, Mali. Engraves it into my memory.â It sounded like an excuse to her, seemed to her that the girl just liked to look at pretty things. Not that she minded, whatever she wanted to do was fine by her, (Y/n) was her own woman. And Maleficent loved to be the pretty thing she was looking at, so who was she to complain about other ones? But Mali was starting to wonder if she and Tinkerbell had something in common. If she didnât get her girlfriendâs attention soon she was sure sheâd just fall over and just die. She was growing weaker by the second, she was positive of that. And getting the girlâs attention away from swirling pretty calligraphy into a notebook was proving to be impossible.
Every nuzzle to her neck was met with a playful push. Kissing her face just earned the pixie a âMali, doll, Iâm working.â It was infuriating. Why let her in if (Y/n) only planned on ignoring her? Her pale arms make their way around the princessâ waist, face falling against the girlâs back with a dramatic sigh. âIâm almost done, Doll. Just two more pages.â Two more? That wonât do, she needs more attention now. âCome on,â she drags the word out pulling away from her girlfriend with a whine. âSince when are you so good?â âIâve always been good, Doll. Youâre the villain between us, remember?â She uncaps a different pen, readjusting the notebook before her. âYou donât seem so good when youâre out running around with me and the other VKs. You ask how high when Uliana says just just like Morgie does.â It gets her a hum, pen tapping against the page in the speedy pattern. âYeah well, if I make Uli happy sheâll do my hair. No one else here can braid like she can.â Mali laughs, âFine, then if we canât cuddle, letâs go see if sheâll do your hair. Give me something.â âIâll be done soon.â She scoffs, lightly smacking the back of the girlâs shoulder, âYou said you were doing homework.â (Y/n)âs eyes roll, sparing the girl a look over her shoulder, âStudying is homework, Mali.â Now her eyes roll, throwing herself back on the bed, âThis isnât studying. Studying is reading over notes, this is some other thing.â She hums, âMaybe thatâs why my grades are higher than yours.â Itâs a playful remark, the girl poking her tongue out at the pixie before turning back to her work.
She wants to play? Okay, they can play. She cuts a look to the girl, a pen cap held loosely in her mouth as she delicately drags a pen brush across a page. She was distracted enough. Turning into a large dragon took far too much energy from her, but a small one? One that could fit right in the girlâs lap? That was easy. Maleficent could barely feel it as her bones gave way. Shoulder blades and vertebrae stretching out to form the structure of wings. Purple scales forcing their way through pale skin, tearing their way into veins to beseen. She hasnât let wings of any kind come out in so long, it felt heavenly. The stretch making her suppress a whimper. She desperately needed to do this more, instead of just when she felt the need to harass her way into getting what she wants.
Slowly, careful not to make too much noise, she flaps her wings, once, twice. By the third time, when she realized the sound wasnât alerting (Y/n), she knew she could take flight. Fluttering through the dorm, she lands on the girlâs dresser, blowing a small puff of flames onto a candle then settling beside it. Waiting, glowing green eyes trained on the girl who had playfully become her prey. The smell of smoke would alert her, it always did. Lilac and smoke slowly and softly fill the air, making the princess look up, worried eyes glancing around the room before landing on her dresser. âReally? Youâre that desperate for me?â Desperate? No, she was anything but that. While her eyes are away from the page, Maleficent takes flight again, swooping up the pens the girl was using before fluttering over her head.
âMali, youâre just prolonging how long it will be before I can lay back and cuddle with you. You know that, right?â Her hand shoots up for her pens and the dragon flies closer to the ceiling. âThis is ridiculous, you are being ridiculous.â Pens clatter into the wastebasket by the girlâs desk, the dragon swooping in to fill the girlâs lap before she can get up to retrieve them. âAre all fae this needy or just you?â The question is met with a nuzzle against her stomach, the dragon refusing to get too close to her skin in case sheâd scratch the delicate stretch of flesh.
Sighing, the girl closes her two notebooks, pushing them to the side before she lays back. âIf I take a little study break will you let me finish my work without whining?â The dragon crawls up her stomach, tilting her head to the side. Sweeten the deal. âIf we cuddle?â Letting out a sigh, Mali curls up on the girlâs chest, her head laying just so close to her heart she feels as if sheâs hearing the lubb-Dubb of it in her own head. âYouâre not gonna turn back into a girl for me? Made you wait so long that I only deserve scales?â Itâs not a complaint, not a real one at least. Her nails digging into the space between two wings, a glorious scratching sensation that makes Maleficentâs eyes lull closed. She was never above playing if the Royal wanted to play. She was always the winner of the girlâs long games.
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