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visitin you at work is always a fuckin treat
You are a menace.
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just imagine ghost getting his Jacob's ladder piercing while he's dating you and after it's healed yall have sex for the first time and it's just like sensory overload
i know absolutely nothing about piercings, but this idea is simply too good to pass up. my brain is melting.
hmmm, thinking about ghost who, despite not being able to properly get off himself, is still so attentive to his sweet girl throughout the whole healing process; offering you his mouth and fingers whenever he notices your focus beginning to drift off and shift elsewhere, having you rub yourself up on his jean-clad thigh when you canât seem to shake the burst of energy.
because while you never outright asked him for anything of the kind, he just knew.
and even if you were the one so insistent on following the piercerâs adviceâtaking each and every precaution possible in avoiding the risks that simon shrugged off as ânot gonna happen.ââyou still felt bad. though, he couldnât resist your stern pouting for long, turning weak the moment you cocked your head and promised him a sweet treat when heâs all healed up.
so, of course, âwhatever you say, doll.â
anything to put your pretty mind at ease. he is a soldier, after all. he can wait, even if it kills him. it got pretty damn close to it, too.
which is what makes the first time back so fucking good. that reunion, and the return of that glimmering look you get in your eyes every other time he presses his pink lips to your collar and gently hikes you up the mattress after a long time away.
and truthfully, he was done in the moment you tapped him on his shoulder and told him to guess what day it was.
âshit, babyââ he grits out with a heavy breath, eyes trained on your own as he watches you reverently lick up the underside of his cock. your fingers tighten around the base when his abs pull taut, tongue gliding over the cool metal.
taking your time in feeling each and every barbell leading to the tip, making him twitch in your hand at the hot and wet drag over his sensitive skin. a heavy breath seeps from his lungs, his jaw clenching as he fights to hold off. jesus, youâre too good to him.
a sweet fucking treat, indeed.
you giggle before taking the head of him between your swollen, spit-stained lips, reveling in the quick hiss he sucks in through his teeth as you whine at the familiar taste of his pre leaking onto your tongue. your other hand slips up his thigh while you squeeze your own together, your freshly done-up nails leaving little, pink crescent shapes in his thick skin.
âfuckâ not gonna last âf you keep that up,â he warns, a struggle in and of itself, and itâs an utter miracle he doesnât collapse to the floor when you only hollow your cheeks and suck in response. he hardly manages to stifle an embarrassingly whorish moan at that.
god, you look so pretty down there, on your knees for him. so fucking debauched, and so, so perfect.
the way your thumb toys with the piercings as you have your own fun, and how you preen in his hold like a sweet cat when he slips a hand to the back of your neck. heâs going to miss it when he forces himself to pull you away, frowning at the pout you give him as heâs lifting you off your feet and carrying you over to your bed.
ââm sorry, sweetheart⊠just too fuckinâ pretty for yer old man anymoreâ didnât want it tâgo to waste.â
he kisses your temple, mumbling his apologies in your hair. you hardly even register your bare back making contact with your sheets, so wrapped up in his hold, before heâs kissing his way down your neck.
âwanna fill yer pretty cunt,â he murmurs, and itâs nearly incoherent as his lips press against your racing pulse point. âmake âer cum âround my cock⊠know yâmissed it too, sweet girl. a proper fuckâŠâ
heâs talking more to himself than anything, and a small gasp from you follows soon after when his arm is snaked between your bodies and his fingertips make contact with your swollen, little clit. wonât even stretch you out with his fingers; heâs had his fill of that over the course of the last month. let him feel how much you missed his cock.
âpoor thingâs soaked fâme, baby.â he groans as he adjusts on his forearm and regains his bearings, dick twitching against your thigh with every noise squeaked out from your throat. âcuntâs gonna take me just right, lovie⊠so fuckinâ wellâŠâ
he rambles a lot when heâs needy, youâve come to learn.
you whine when his hand leaves you to take his cock in a fist, your nails digging into his chest and shoulder when he presses the head to your messy pussy. just the tip in and youâre already seeing stars, the shared moan between the two of you raw and pornographic.
heâs gritting out his swears before you try to shush his dirty mouth with a kiss, and he accepts it greedily, almost too eagerly.
your body reacts to his, simultaneously craving more and trying to wiggle away from the overwhelming sensation all at once. your brain is fuzzy by the time heâs nearly bottoming out inside you, ears deaf to the unabashed sounds spilling from your lips as the feeling of his fresh piercings dragging against your every sweet spot burns itself into your memory.
and before you can catch your breath, a thumb is being pressed up against your sensitive bud once again, your legs constricting around him involuntarily as you jolt with a cry. heat prickles at your skin, his teeth at your jaw making your spine tingle.
heâs telling you to cum, begging you to make a mess of his cock.
his hand picks up its pace, hips grinding against yours sloppier than ever as he pleads right up against your temple for you to use him, just finish him off, fucking cum for him.
you squeeze around his cock like a vice and pull him straight under with you, arms locked tight around his neck as your pretty cunt utterly wrecks him. making him throb and twitch, fucking himself dumb through his high and wringing him dry of everything heâs kept pent up for you. at least for now, anyway.
his and your panting rings out in the room as he sits back on his knees, his cock still hard as he gently pulls out of you. watching his pearly cum bead from your slit, your chest gradually slowing down within the time he takes to drool over the sight of you.
itâs not long before simon has you laying on your tummy with your head in the soft sheets, a pillow slipped underneath your hips to prop you up. not making you do an ounce of work as he uses your warm, pliant cunt as his sweet cum dump for hours on end.
fucking you gently, lovingly, all while trying his best to keep his weight off your back. he kisses behind your ear, cooing praises and choked grunts that make your tummy flutter with butterflies. you can only giggle into the pillow nestled in your arms as he makes up for all the lost time.
filling you with load after load, the number becoming lost on your fuzzy mind after a certain amount, until your belly is achingly full and his cock is numb from overstimulation. only to coax you onto your back, easing your limp legs apart to watch his cum leak from your pretty hole. pressing a flat palm to your lower tummy, sighing in time with your strangled noises as your sensitive pussy drips more of his spend. leaning forward and licking it all up like some starved mutt; groaning at the taste, arms tightening around your hips as he eats his mess out of his pretty girl.
#this was originally two paragraphs#i got a little carried away#just a little#cod mw#simon riley#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x female reader#ghost x female reader#simon riley smut#ghost smut
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Home Cooked Meal
CHAPTER 4 | ASHES TO EMBERS
can be read as a stand alone :)
PAIRING: Firefighter!Neighbour!Bucky x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Smut (finally) - dirty talk, pet names, oral f and m receiving, fingering, tit play, praise kink, hand kink?, ball play, hair pulling, unprotected PinV sex, aftercare, reader and bucky have dinner, swearing, fluff, let me know if i missed anything!
SUMMARY: You surprise Bucky with a home cooked meal after his shift, and itâs the best damn thing heâs had in years. The pasta was pretty good too.
WORD COUNT: 10550 (ngl i rechecked this three times cuz i didnât think i wrote this much but turns out i did in fact write over 10k words im sorry lmao)
PREVIOUS CHAPTER // NEXT CHAPTER
Call me when you get home x
Your text still sits on Buckyâs lock screen, read but not opened, as he gets changed out of his work clothes.
Itâs fair to say that the message intrigued him when he first read it half an hour ago, just before he left the firehouse. His legs sped up your building stairwell faster than normal, desperate to find out why youâre awaiting his call.
Knowing you would have said so if you were in immediate danger, Bucky sifts through the multitude of possibilities that await him on the other side of the ring tone; none of which ease the butterflies in his stomach.
He walks to his kitchen, phone in hand, to get a glass of orange juice. Pulling up your contact page, he presses âcallâ and grabs the carton of juice from the fridge door.
You answer after just one ring, eager to hear his voice.
âHey, Barnes!â God, Bucky loves your voice.
âDoll.â His voice is soft, tone rising at the end with curiosity. âYou asked me to call, whatâs up?â
The firefighter swoons at the adorable giggle you let out, the sound distant from the mic as though youâve tried to hide it. âI was worried you didnât see my text.â You admit.
Bucky pictures you biting your lip anxiously, an accurate prediction for your current state.
âWhat are you doing right now?â
Glancing down at the yet-to-be-filled glass in front of him, Bucky leans a hand against the kitchen island. âJust about to get a drink, what are-â
âDonât!â You cut in. âDonât get a drink, I need you to come over.â
âWhat, now? Whatâs wrong?â
âNothings wrong, James. Just come knock, okay? Iâll see you in a minute!â
And with that, the call cuts off with a dull beep; Bucky brings the phone down from his ear and stares at it in confusion. Youâre being weird, never having hung up on him like that before.
Alpine meows from above the fridge, drawing her ownerâs attention away from the phone, only to tilt her head at him.
Even Alps is confused.
Deciding to just do what you told, Bucky slips his phone into the pocket of his dark jeans, returns the orange juice to the fridge and sets off for the front door. He finds himself checking over his appearance in the entry way mirror, eyes scanning over his outfit before he smooths out his hair.
Although he wonât admit it, Buckyâs spent a lot more time in front of that mirror lately; checking his collar isnât twisted, his hair isnât too messy and thereâs nothing stuck in his teeth. The need to look good, to look good for you, hasnât gone unnoticed by his colleagues.
He considers using the spare key you gave him and letting himself into your apartment but shakes the thought away.
She asked you to knock, Bucky. Not break in.
With one final nod in the mirror, Bucky leaves his apartment, stepping into the hallway heâs spent so many mornings and nights in with you.
Old jazz music greets his ears when he approaches your door, the soft melody sneaking through the cracks of the door frame. Bucky smiles to himself at the thought of you dancing in your kitchen, heart warming when he notices your humming.
Knocking thrice, the firefighter steps back and nervously stuffs his hands into his pockets. You always make him nervous, those darn butterflies stirring in his stomach whenever heâs about to see you. And when he does see you. Actually, theyâre there even when he imagines seeing you.
He takes a breath when he hears you shuffling up to the door, but nothing could prepare him for the sight when it swings open.
Rusty red fabric flows from your neckline to the middle of your thighs, small flowers dotted over the slightly orange colour. Two thin straps perched on your shoulders leave plenty of skin on show as your usual sun-pendant necklace sits between the v-neck of your dress. Which, by the way, perfectly presents the soft swell of your breasts.
It takes everything Bucky has to not drool at his breathtaking neighbour, but it takes even more to not dive on you and finally taste those pink lips.
Your skin is ablaze beneath his eyes and you revel in his reaction, the exact response you wanted when you pulled on the dress two hours ago.
âWeâre matching.â You grin, taking a moment to enjoy Buckyâs red henley.
âItâs almost like we planned it.â A chuckle escapes him, eyes trailing up from your thighs to meet yours.
âSpeaking of plans,â You reach out to pull Bucky closer, tugging his forearms until he pulls his hands out of his pockets, âI have a surprise for you.â
Is it letting me look at you in that dress all evening? Your neighbour thinks - hopes - as you lead him into your apartment.
Closing the door behind him, you take his hand in yours once more to guide him to your little kitchen/diner area. If you werenât looking ahead, youâd see Buckyâs cheeks flushed pink at your touch. Seeing your hand encompassed with his own will never fail to drive him crazy.
When he eventually looks up from your joined hands, heâs stunned to a halt. You turn back to him when you feel him plant his feet and your features twist into a nervous expression.
âI- Doll, what is all this?â The firefighters eyes are wide at your âsurpriseâ.
Your small dining table is set up for two; cream place mats lay beneath charcoal gray pasta dishes with wine glasses sitting at their corners. Thereâs even a little vase with pink and yellow tulips in between the two spaces.
âWell, remember that time when you told me you havenât had a proper home cooked meal in years?â You watch Bucky closely as you speak, waiting for some sign of approval.
âYou mean this morning?â He turns to you in wonder, thinking back to your conversation as he gave you a lift to the cafe. âI donât know what to say, doll.â
You roll back on your heels, hands scrunching your dress at your sides. âIs it okay? I know itâs a little cheesy and itâs last minute but I thought it would be a nice surprise for you after working all day. I mean, itâs not exactly at your home but itâs pretty cl-â
Bucky takes two long strides towards you and brings his hands to cup your cheeks; your words die on your tongue when he looks down at you with tender eyes.
âItâs perfect, Y/n.â He smiles, stroking his thumb over your cheek bone. âYou could feed me Alpineâs food and iâd still bow at your feet, sweets.â
Now youâre the one blushing. You heart skips when Buckyâs eyes drop to your lips with hunger in his gaze.
âAlways so good to me, arenât ya?â His words tempt a whimper from deep within you, a submissive whine held back by the last of your restraint.
âWell-â
The oven beeps, its sharp tone darting between your bodies and making you step back from Buckyâs hold.
âUhhâ Your mind is all over the place as the firefighter watches you with amusement, âI- I should, I mean- the pasta must be-â
âGo, doll.â Bucky shakes his head laughing quietly.
Your dress sways as you spin away to the stove, stirring various pots and tidying up the counters. Your neighbour watches you in awe, unashamedly enjoying the view; you just look so goddamn sexy in that cute little dress while you cook for him. He wishes he could come home to this every night.
âYou need a hand with anything, doll?â Buckyâs voice sounds from behind you.
âActually, yeah!â You glance over your shoulder. âCome here.â
If you keep bossing him about, Buckyâs gonna struggle not to tear that sweet little sundress right off you.
Settling in at your side, Bucky cocks his head. âWhat dâya need?â
You scoop some of the creamy tomato sauce onto a spoon and bring it to Buckyâs lips. âTry this for me.â
With bated breath, you watch his full lips wrap around the end of the spoon, his eyes bearing into yours as he drags the sauce into his mouth.
Bucky has no business looking as dirty as he does in this moment; you watch his adamâs apple bob as he swallows before his tongue juts out to catch a few missed drops. And just when you thought your panties would survive the sight, a moan ripples from his throat and you clench around nothing at the sound.
âGood?â You murmur, hoping he doesnât notice when you cross your legs.
He notices.
âDelicious,â Bucky takes the spoon from your hand and stretches across you to place it back in the pan, his right hand brushing against the small of your back, âyou did great, sweets.â
Fuck. Me.
You regather your composure and ask Bucky to get the wine from the fridge. He pours you both a glass, setting them back on the dining table gently before returning the bottle to its home.
âHey, could you bring the bowls over, please?â You call over your shoulder.
You plate up the sauce coated pasta while Bucky places the dirty pans in the sink, both working around each other like a fine tuned machine.
Before you can do it yourself, Bucky is picking up the bowls and laying them on the place mats, winking at you as he does so. He pulls your chair out for you, nodding for you to join him.
âFor you, Madame.â He jokes, allowing you to sit down while tucking you in.
You watch him round the table and take his own seat. âAnd they say chivalry is dead.â
Bucky grins at you. The orange glow of sunset shines through your windows, catching your features with grace. Your eyes shine beneath the light and Bucky canât help but find you angelic.
âYouâre beautiful, doll. I donât know if I said that earlier but, god, you look stunning tonight.â
Dropping your head, you play with the hem of your dress shyly. Your hair falls into your face, forcing you to push it behind your ears, though Bucky wishes he was close enough to do it himself.
With rose tinted cheeks, you look up at Bucky through your lashes. âYou say that to all your neighbours, Barnes?â You raise a brow with your teasing voice.
Bucky throws his head back and laughs heartily, a sound youâve come to adore.
âOnly the ones who cook for me.â He winks.
âDoesnât Ms Scott bring you pies every couple weeks?â
âAnd I tell her she looks ravishing every time.â
You giggle and tell Bucky to dig in, though you could happily sit and talk all night. While you both stop every now and then for a forkful of food, conversation bounces between you as it always does.
Tonight isnât much different to a typical evening with the firefighter next door; usually you share some snacks and beers, cozying up on the couch as you watch tv. Itâs become ritual for you to send Bucky a video of you playing the piano each evening, his phone playing the video on loop as he sleeps. Itâs strange, but the music creeps into his dreams and keeps them peaceful, keeps him away from that burning building.
Itâs been a few weeks since the night he was sent home early. Both you and Bucky felt a shift that night; waking up in his arms left you craving more, though youâve yet to tell him as much. You left him sleeping peacefully that morning when you left for work with only a couple hours of sleep under your belt.
Bucky hated waking up to find the other side of his bed empty, no longer feeling your heat. The note you left him eased the disappointment slightly, your neat handwriting promising to come back in your breaks. Neither of you have addressed how right it felt to sleep beside each other that night, despite spending all of your free time together with unspoken words hanging over you.
Instead, you dance around each other like two ghosts doomed to never touch. The bond between you is stronger than any youâve ever had, the magnetic lure undeniable for you both.
Your glasses have been emptied and refilled twice now - dinner long since been finished - and youâre starting to feel the buzz; those butterflies in your stomach have turned into a swarm of confidence, your brain taking a backseat from its usual overthinking.
âYou expect me to believe that you broke down the door before Sam could? The same guy who beat you at your physical a few weeks back?â You tease the brunette, a challenging brow raised at his rather unimpressed face.
âWhat are you trying to say there, doll?â
Buckyâs jaw clenches when you tilt your head slightly, eyes shining with amusement beneath the exposed hanging light bulbs.
âNothing to worry your cute little head about.â You watch Bucky relax into his chair slightly as you reach for your glass with a smirk. âJust that I doubt Sam has any difficulty kicking a door down, not with the way heâs built.â
The scoff to end all scoffs ripples from your neighbours throat; his bright blue orbs glare into you and his features twist into a scowl. Oh if looks could killâŠ
Buckyâs tone is flat, âDidnât know you were such an admirer of Wilsonâs build, Y/n.â
The lack of a pet name sends your confidence wavering, but not enough to keep you from having a little fun.
âWell, you know,â You bring the glass to your lips, âheâs hardly difficult to miss.â
Watching the deep ruby liquid pass over your lips, Bucky fights to hide the fury thatâs flooding his veins, forced to look away from your smug grin.
He knows, he knows, that youâre lying through your teeth, trying to get a rise out of his usually impenetrable facade, and yet he canât help but feel jealous.
Buckyâs painfully aware that he has no right to feel so possessive, not when he lays no claim to you. But the twist of his stomach is proof that he doesnât much care.
âMaybe I should just give you his number and you can cook him a meal next time.â Bucky grumbles.
âOh, thatâs alright, I already have his number.â
Youâve never seen Buckyâs head snap up as quickly as it just did, his gaze pinning you to your spot.
âYou what?â
Gently, you place your glass back on the table. âYeah, Steve gave him my number last week so he could get in touch.â
The fire in those blue eyes burns brighter with each word, his body so still that his chest is barely moving when he breathes. In fact, youâre not even sure if he is breathing. Hell, heâs not even sure if heâs breathing.
âIs that right?â Buckyâs gruff voice is laced with possessiveness, the low tone travelling straight to your panties till you swear you feel yourself throb. You wonder briefly if you have a jealousy kink and the sweet arousal dripping from your cunt only confirms your suspicions.
âMhm.â You hum in response, âIn fact, iâm going out for coffee with him next week.â
âHuh.â
Buckyâs chair screeches against the hardwood floor as he pushes himself back. You follow his movements with amused eyes when he stands up and grabs your plates before storming to the kitchen. You twist in your chair, watching him place the dishes in the sink and flick on the tap.
âJames, what are you doing?â You ask.
âWhat does it look like iâm doing?â Oh heâs grumpy, grumpy.
Buckyâs shoulders are tense beneath his tight henley, his sleeves now rolled up as he starts scrubbing at the plates. Itâs quiet while he concentrates on his work, only accompanied by the music still flowing from your speaker.
From the corner of his eye, the firefighter sees you rise from your chair, ears honed in on the sound of your feet pattering towards him.
Itâs now hard for Bucky to focus on anything but your breath on his neck, goosebumps littered across his skin like a rash. You stand right behind him, tracing your fingers up from the small of his back; Buckyâs muscles tense momentarily before melting at your touch, just like always.
âAsk me why iâm seeing Sam next week.â You order, hands still roaming the taut fabric on Buckyâs back. The command makes him pause and clench his eyes shut. Why are you making him talk about this when itâs tearing him apart?
The brunette turns in your hold but you donât release him, instead settling your hands on his waist.
âWhy are you seeing him, doll?â Bucky sounds despondent, brows furrowed in confusion as he looks down at you.
âHe asked me to teach his nephews to play the piano, Buck. Iâm meeting him and the boys on Wednesday, Sarah too.â
A shocked âWhatâ tumbles from his lips as the information sinks in, his frown slowly falling away as he processes your words.
âYeahâŠâ You grin, though itâs more like a smirk, content with yourself proving he was jealous.
In a desperate attempt to save his ego, Bucky rolls his eyes playfully. âI knew you werenât really attracted to that dumbass.â
You scoff and pat his chest lightly. âSure you did, Barnes. Now scoot, you wash âem, iâll dry âem.â
With his hands on his hips, he stays still as you nudge your way to his side, stretching to the window sill where your dish towels lay. Buckyâs never been in this position before, itâs always him whoâs teasing you; this is new territory for him and it irks him that you riled him up so easily.
Once he shakes his head clear, the firefighter returns to face the sink and starts washing the dishes again. You wait patiently while he works, humming along to whichever song is playing.
âYou like the old stuff, huh doll?â Bucky grins warmly at the slight sway of your hips, your radiance beaming like a lantern.
You giggle sheepishly and bite your lip, unknowingly sending Bucky spiralling. âI thought it was fitting for tonight, really leaning into the whole âhousewifeâ role.â
He raises a brow, âDoes that make me your doting husband then, sweets?â
Realising what you said, your cheeks heat up instantly and your eyes widen. You attempt to backtrack but your words stumble over one another as though youâre a little school girl.
Bucky, however, is basking in the familiarity of control; your rosy cheeks never fail to bring a smile to his face, and boy is he beaming right now.
âI meant- Itâs- You know what I meant, James.â You shoot daggers at him, though the idea of being married to your neighbour sends your heart into overdrive.
That swoon-worthy laugh greets your ears with haste, Buckyâs eyes crinkled at the corners as his chest reverberates with its force. Itâs impossible to bite back the grin thatâs fighting its way onto your lips.
Small tendrils of chestnut hair tumble from behind his ears, begging to be pushed back, but the buzz from the wine has dulled and you canât find the confidence to do it, no matter how much Buckyâs eyes are pleading you to.
âYou know, itâs sweet of you to teach the boys how to play.â He looks at you in adoration, the image of you spending time with Samâs nephews triggering a warmth to spread in his chest.
A breathy laugh escapes you as your gaze falls to the kitchen counter. You blush at the compliment and slowly start drying the dishes again.
âDo you spend much time with them?â You ask with a brief glance his way.
Bucky shrugs, âYeah, Sarah is always throwing barbecues for the squad. Theyâre good kids, and I bet theyâll love you!â
âOh God, I hope so. Iâve never taught before and iâm scared theyâll hate me and iâll destroy their dreams and-â You ramble away without noticing the frown tugging at your neighbours brows.
âTeach me.â
Huh?
âWhat?â You freeze.
âYou said youâve never taught before,â Bucky steps closer to you, his cologne swarming around you like a warm hug, âso practise on me. Teach me something.â
You almost laugh at his words, mind immediately jumping to the conclusion that heâs joking. But Bucky doesnât move, his blue eyes study your own, body so still that you fail to conjure a laugh. Heâs not joking.
Hesitation is written across your features, drawing a single shake of Buckyâs head. âCome on, sweets. Please? For me?â He pleads.
âOkay.â
Itâs scary how quickly you succumb to Buckyâs wishes; you fear youâd do awful things if only he asked and youâd even do it with a smile. Youâre so doomed.
With a triumphant grin, Bucky plucks the dish cloth and plate from your grasp and carefully places them on the sinkâs edge, before taking your hand in his and guiding you to your piano.
Nerves prickling beneath your skin, you trail behind him and silently revel in his touch. Itâs hard to not stare at his perfect body as you stumble around furniture, the sharp muscles of his shoulders rippling as he tugs you with him. Flicking off the speaker on the way, you fall onto the small piano stool beside Bucky, and with such little room, your left thigh is pressed up against his. The solid curve of his muscles prod into your flesh and yet despite the fluttering it causes in your stomach, youâre far more focused on his hands.
From the bulge of his toned biceps to the trail of prominent veins in his forearms, your eyes drag down Buckyâs arms till you pause at the sight of his large hands. They lay spread across the span of his thighs, his right pinky finger mere atoms away from your exposed skin where your dress has ridden up. You find yourself craving the sparks that alight with his touch, so you adjust your position to make sure your leg brushes against his hand.
It certainly hasnât gone amiss to the firefighter that youâve taken a liking to his hands. Sure, heâs caught you staring at them before, but the hunger in your gaze right now is greater than ever.
The corner of Buckyâs lip turns up into a smirk as he reaches for your hands once more, lifting them to rest on the ivory keys of your piano.
âWanna hear you play me something before you give me a lesson.â He admits, his words more of a demand than a question.
When you fail to respond, still caught up in scanning the crevices of his calloused hands, Bucky nudges your shoulder.
You shake your head with a dazed frown, âHuh?â
A playful chuckle falls from his pink lips, âI said play me something, sweets, before you start teachinâ me.â
You giggle sheepishly, sighing an âOhâ before you gather your thoughts. Bucky returns his hands to his lap - a movement you struggle to ignore - giving you free rein of the instrument.
Running through some songs you could teach him, you settle for one of your favourites, or more accurately, one of Buckyâs favourites. The cool surface of the keys is harsh beneath your fingertips, a stark contrast to the Bucky-induced-heat flushing through your veins, hands stretching into place as you prepare the opening chords.
Rhythmic tones swarm around the two of you as you begin playing, masterfully dancing across the keys like itâs a second language. Your graceful motions always bring Bucky to a halt as you entrap him in your art.
He recognises the song straight away, lips turning up at the sweet melody. You didnât even have to ask to know what he wanted to hear, you just knew. Buckyâs head feels light at the sight before him. A knowing grin has settled on your soft lips, your body ever so lightly swaying to the music, clearly getting lost the sounds.
Itâs impossible not to feel the adoring stare of your neighbour, no matter how hard you try to ignore it. Warmth is pooling in the depths of your heart where it feels like youâre bleeding out, your love for Bucky forcing out the blood till the only thing circulating through your veins is him. No longer able to cope with the feelings swarming within you, your fingers abruptly stop mid song before you turn to look up at the firefighter.
âOkay, your go.â You state, but when Bucky raises a bemused brow your way, you continue to instruct him. âCome on. Youâre gonna do the left hand, Iâll do the right.â
âYes Maâam!â Bucky chimes with a mock salute, earning him a glare.
It takes a few tries to move his fingers into the correct positions, both because heâs apparently wholeheartedly incapable of doing what you say but also because you may or may not zone out every time the veins of his hands stick out as he moves. But itâs still entirely his fault though. Entirely. âMaybe like 98% his fault. Thatâs seems fair.â You think.
âThere you go!â You cheer when the firefighter successfully plays the right notes in tandem.
âWould you look at that, not so useless after all.â Bucky winks at you and you blush lightly.
Glancing at him hopefully, you ask him to play the first chord you taught him.
âOh, umm-â He stutters, fingers flailing about and pressing random keys in search of the right pattern.
âHere, let meâŠâ You chuckle sweetly at how utterly lost he looks and move to help him.
Leaning forward, you drag Buckyâs fingers over the ridges of ivorite, slowly placing them on the correct keys. You feel his lust-filled eyes trained on your face while you work, though itâs getting harder and harder to focus under his stare.
A frown tugs at your brows when your mind goes blank as to where Bucky needs to put his left hand, his still-wandering gaze burning into you and spreading to your cunt faster than you care to admit.
Of course, Bucky notices your breath quickening, chest stumbling up and down with shaky pants. His proximity is intoxicating and the will to fight it is slowly slipping past you, fingers itching to trace up Buckyâs thick arms to his neck so you can finally pull his lips to yours.
Bucky reads every inch of your skin like heâs studying for an exam. From the clench of your jaw to your eyes fluttering shut, he knows that heâs winning this tussle for control.
âBuckyâŠâ You breathe, the wavering sigh rolling from your tongue like a stray secret.
âYes, doll?â Bucky smirks with glinting eyes and you bite back a whimper.
Opening your eyes, you keep them trained on where yours rest on his. âI canât focus with you looking at me like that.â
Bucky knows exactly what you mean but he canât help but toy with you. âLike what?â He cocks his head with faux innocence that fools no one.
You turn to look up at the firefighter, eyes meeting his half lidded ones, the blue of his eyes barely visible behind his lust-blown pupils but the blue you can see is so impossible dark that you wonder if they were ever light in the first place.
Taking a breath, you wet your lips so briefly that Bucky nearly misses it. Nearly. âLike you want to kiss me.â You say, barely above a whisper.
âOh,â Bucky sighs, leaning in closer, âI want to do much more than that.â
Your body is alight with need. Craving his touch, a breach of the barrier between you, you practically whine your reply. âThen why are you just staring?â
âWell, I wanna remember you like this; sweet, angelic, so perfect in your little sundress.â
With the back of his hand, Bucky nudges the hem of your dress higher till his whole hand is spread against your thigh. You quash the aching desire to glance at where your bodies meet and lock your eyes on Buckyâs, whose lips are turned into a knowing smirk.
âGotta savour it while I can.â He says as he pushes his palm further to your inner thigh, his pinky finger mere inches from your heat.
âWhy?â You ask, heart racing.
It dawns on you that you may actually pass out when the firefighter leans in close to you, nose pushing your hair aside to expose the soft skin of your neck which now sits defenceless to his advances. The heat of his breath is electrifying, lips nearing your pulse point eagerly.
Buckyâs lips ghost over your skin as he explains, âCause once Iâve had my way with you, youâre gonna be a hot fucking mess, sweets.â
A breathy moan tumbles from the depths of you chest at the crude insinuations of his words; your eyes flutter shut, an unintentional reaction that youâre grateful for as it hides the way your pupils roll to the back of your head.
Through the dark span of your eyelids, you picture exactly how Bucky will make you a hot fucking mess. Spread legs with his tongue delving through your folds, back arched as he pounds into your pussy with vigour, his hands guiding your hips back to meet his as he fucks you from behind. The images bear too much for you yet you canât stop picturing the salacious scenes, not when your neighbour is pressing open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck.
âJamesâŠâ You sigh, voice carrying the weight of a thousand pleas.
âYeah? Is that what you want?â
Nodding your head desperately, you whine, unable to form any words beneath his sinful tongue.
âWords, doll.â Bucky says, lips hovering over your ear. Heâs struggling to hold back but canât let himself touch you the way he wants to until he hears you spell it out for him.
Turning your head slowly, you peer at Bucky with half-lidded eyes and a slack-jaw. âI want you, James. Please.â
Thatâs all it takes to disintegrate the final remnants of the firefighterâs self-control before his full lips meet your own with a hunger thatâs been brewing for months.
Buckyâs lips glide across yours, slotting between your own so easily itâs got you believing this is not your first kiss. Itâs soft and sweet but so goddamn sensual that you canât help but moan into his mouth, the now open gap giving him the perfect chance to slide his tongue inside.
You bring your hands up Buckyâs body and rest them on his neck, fingers tentatively feeding through the hair at the nape of his neck while you jostle for control of the kiss.
Forced to pull back for breath, you take a peek only to find those strikingly blue eyes already on yours.
âFuck, doll,â Bucky whispers, âyou donât know how long Iâve been waitinâ for this.â
âProbably not as long as I have.â You scoff.
âThen let me make up for lost time.â
âWait, what do y-â
Within moments, Bucky is lifting your legs over the bench and is knelt between them, his large hands teasing the hem of your dress as he keeps your thighs spread apart.
Your mouth is agape with surprise while you grab onto the piano behind you for stability, a mixture of nerves and anticipation coursing through your veins. And as if he can read your anxious thoughts, Bucky looks up at you with the most sincere expression across his soft features.
âDo you want me to stop?â He asks, despite the deep desire shining in his eyes. He wants you more than anything, but he needs to know you want him too.
Itâs an easy answer and youâre shaking your head faster than you care to admit, but the memory of Buckyâs prior words flash through your mind and you still just as quick.
âNo.â
Watching intently as he runs a hand from your ankle up to your knee, the firefighter rolls his bottom lip between his teeth when your breath hitches.
âThen promise me youâll tell me if that changes?â Bucky asks.
You reach down and run your fingers through his chestnut locks, tucking the few loose strands behind his ear.
âI promise.â
âYouâre gonna be the death of me, sweets.â
A hearty laugh reverberates through you, but youâre quickly silenced by Buckyâs lips on your inner thigh, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. He kisses his way up to your heat, slowly pushing your dress higher and higher till the only thing between you and his mouth is the crimson lace panties covering your mound.
A sound you can only describe as a growl ripples through the room and you glance down at your neighbour to find him practically drooling at the sight of you. But then his eyes are on yours, his hungry, half-lidded eyes, and heâs tracing a finger over your clothed slit. Your breathing becomes laboured at his touch, your body, your mind, all of you at his mercy.
âBucky, pleaseâŠâ
âAh ah ah-â The firefighter tuts, â-since when do you call me Bucky?â
You frown, back arching slightly in search of some friction on your core, too aroused to process his words properly.
âLook at me, Y/n.â
The stern nature of his tone lures your eyes to his once more. âWhat?â You ask, confused.
âI havenât spent months goinâ crazy listening to you use my name only to have you call me Bucky when Iâm finally between your legs.â
The throb of your pussy spurs you on and you tilt your head teasingly. âTouch me, James.â You say, and he obeys.
Bucky glides his hands up to your hips and drags your panties lower and lower, his lips chasing the lace till thereâs no where left to kiss but your slick folds.
He hovers over your heat with bated breath before forcing himself to close his eyes and ask if youâre still okay with this.
âMore than okay, James.â You answer truthfully.
âGood, cause Iâm fucking starvinâ.â
You feel his mouth on your pussy before youâve even processed his words, tongue delving between your folds like he really is starving and you didnât just feed him the best dinner heâs had in years. Though something tells him that title is about to be beaten the second you cum all over his face.
Your mouth curves into an âoâ, the most pornographic of moans escaping you at the sinful sounds of Buckyâs mouth on your cunt. Drowning in increasingly intense waves of pleasure, your senses are dialled up to the max; with every flick of his tongue and suck on your clit, you find yourself falling deeper in your arousal. It becomes impossible to listen to anything Buckyâs telling you.
âYâtaste so sweet, doll.â
âDoing so good for me, arenât ya? My good girl.â
âLet me hear you, doll, need to hear how good you feel.â
Whether itâs praises or orders, thereâs no chance in hell of you understanding a word that falls from his lips, though Bucky doesnât mind. The clench of your soft thighs around his head tells him all he needs to know - that even if your heads not fulling comprehending him, your body is. And the sheer amount of slick glistening across your cunt is enough for him to know that youâre ready for more.
The sensation of Buckyâs finger tracing along your pussy lips sends your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your hips lifting off the stool.
âJames- oh fuck-â
Words die on your tongue when Bucky eases a finger inside you. White hot pleasure builds at your core, burning the last remnants of your self control, its embers coaxing a near-scream out of you.
âFuck, thatâs it, sweets. Thatâs- shit youâre so tight, pussyâs squeezing me and itâs just one finger.â
You mewl and squirm beneath him.
âHow you gonna handle two of âem, doll?â
Buckyâs mesmerised at the sight of his finger gliding in and out of you, drenched in your sweet juices, too beautiful of a sight for him to give up by eating you out. But when you groan at the suggestion of two fingers, he drags his gaze upwards and is greeted with a view thatâs evening better.
You, draped against the piano, head tilted back and brows drawn together while uneven sighs tumble from your swollen lips. God, you look heavenly, Bucky thinks. He doesnât realise heâs said it out loud, but it makes little difference seeing as youâre rather preoccupied with the thought of Bucky fucking another finger inside you.
âJames?â You call, reaching down to cover your left hand around the one at your sex, the other tugging on his hair.
âYeah? Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?â He panics, thinking youâve grabbed his hand to stop him.
Instead, you look him in the eye and say âAre you gunna fuck another finger inside of me or what?â
An awe-inspired grin spreads across Buckyâs face at your question. He keeps his blue orbs on yours while he presses a kiss to your clit and pushes himself higher till heâs inches from your face.
He rests a hand against the piano, caging you in and says, âAnything for my girl.â before a second digit joins his first.
The stretch knocks the wind out of your chest but Bucky hardly gives you any time to adjust, his fingers pumping in and out of you even faster than before. His palm slaps against your bundle of nerves with every thrust, the force riding to your chest where your tits bounce in rhythm.
âSo damn beautifulâŠâ The firefighter says.
You look up at him through your lashes and pull his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his tongue. With clashing teeth, the wet slapping sounds only feeds into the moment and Buckyâs suddenly very aware of the tightness in his jeans.
With each passing second, the cord in your stomach is getting so close to snapping that your mouth isnât even moving against Buckyâs anymore.
âFuck, James, Iâm- I-â
âShh, I know.â He presses a kiss to your forehead. âYou gonna cum all over my fingers, doll? Gonna let me see you fall apart?â
You nod feverishly.
âGood girl, now let go for me.â
Thatâs all it takes for the damn to break loose and the fiercest orgasm of your life to rack through your body. It reaches every part of you, all the cracks and crevices you never thought could be touched, yet here you are, feeling every inch of yourself set on fire.
âThatâs it, doll, thatâs it.â Bucky comforts you while you lay victim to the aftershocks of his work, slowing the thrust of his fingers till your breathing evens and he moves to gently circling your sensitive clit.
âHoly shitâŠâ You sigh, a satisfied and totally fucked-out grin playing across your lips.
Noticing how your hazy your eyes still are, Bucky smiles to himself while pressing loving kisses on your forehead.
âYou did real good for me, sweetheart.â He listens to you hum beneath him as he moves to kiss your temple. âYâlook so pretty when you cum, you know that? Even prettier than I imagined.â
You twist in your seat to face your neighbour. âYouâve imagined this too?â
âEvery night, doll.â
âHuhâŠâ
Though Buckyâs eyes remain fixed on yours, itâs obvious that his mind has slipped away; heâs now clouded by memories of his x-rated dreams, ones that have ended with him pumping his embarrassingly hard length into his fist one too many times, and his cock twitches in his ever-tightening pants. You notice the movement at his crotch and, emboldened by his confession and the best orgasm youâve ever had, you decide to take back some control.
âWhat have you pictured doing to me, James?â Your tone is so sweet, so innocent, that it takes a moment for your words to register in his brain. But when it does, boy, does a fresh wave of blood rush to his cock.
âYou sure you wanna know? Cuz it ainât all sweet and innocent.â He warns.
You say nothing and let your actions do all the talking; you slide a hand down to meet his left, the one still nestled between your sticky thighs, and tug it away from your cunt. With your eyes locked on his, you raise Buckyâs cum coated fingers to your mouth, slowly wrapping your lips around them and sucking your sweetness away. Making sure to give the firefighter a show, you swirl your tongue around his fingers before taking them as deep as you can, a knowing look in your eyes when you notice Bucky clenching his jaw.
After releasing his fingers from your swollen red lips, you press a kiss to the palm of his hand. âTell me.â
What you can only describe as a growl rises from the back of Buckyâs throat and before you know it, youâre being carried to your bedroom, legs bound tightly around his waist while your arms wrap loosely around his neck.
He sits down on the edge of the bed; hands resting on your hips and edging lower to your ass, his fingers grip the supple flesh to keep you in place.
His force on your hips is pushing you down on his ample bulge, sparking a flash of pleasure straight up your spine that escapes you with a moan. Bucky chuckles softly with a sinful grin as you tilt your head back at the feeling.
âYou wanna know what Iâve imagined us doing, doll?â The firefighter grabs your chin to bring your attention back to him. He runs the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, tugging on it and letting it bounce back into place.
âIâve pictured us just like this.â He drops his hand to your neck, tracing the curve of your collar bone till it meets the strap of your sundress. âYou, naked and beautiful as ever, riding my cock like I know you can.â
You gasp lightly when he tugs your strap till itâs tumbling off your shoulder.
âAnd youâre telling me just how full you are, how stretched your little pussy is around me, choking my cock like a damn vice.â
Buckyâs filthy words send your hips into motion without warning; you grind your bare cunt over his crotch, the tent in his pants settling between your slick folds till his shaft is enveloped with your warmth.
âDoes that sound good, doll? To have my cock buried inside you when you bounce on it? Fuck, I bet your cunt is dripping for me again,â
âIt never stopped, James.â You whimper, your sensitive clit sending jolts up your frame as Bucky guides your hips over his.
âThatâs right, youâre never gonna use anything else to cum ever again. You got me now, doll. Iâm all you need. Me, my cock, Iâm gonna ruin everyone else for you.â
You donât even notice that Buckyâs hands are on the zip at your back, slowly pulling it down till the fabric are your chest goes slack, and with the straps already draped over your shoulders, the flowing material cascades around you, tumbling to your hips and leaving you defenseless to Buckyâs insatiable blue eyes.
âFuck me, sweets, youâre- god- youâre perfect.â He leans in and kisses your collarbone. âSo,â kiss, âSo,â kiss, âperfect.â
Your eyes flutter shut, lost in the feeling of his touch, and Bucky smirks when he sees you. He teases a hand up your soft skin till it sits just beneath your tit, daring to reach up and play with you in the ways heâs always dreamt of.
âIs this okay?â He asks, earning an even more passionate grind of your hips as you push your chest closer to his open mouth.
He chuckles, âNeedy, arenât ya, sweets?â
You whine.
âHmm, lucky for you, this is exactly what I imagined doing to you, what Iâve dreamt of for monthsâŠâ
His lips wrap around your hardened nipple with haste, the warmth of his mouth a welcome sensation. He sucks at the sensitive nub, this tongue reaching out to soothe you afterwards. You throw your head back and moan loudly.
The sound of bucky loudly licking and sucking on your tits is driving you crazy, to the point where your hips are stuttering over his, practically drowning in the feeling till you have no control over your movements.
âGod, I love your tits. Wanna act out every dream Iâve ever had of you. Fucking your tits, your throat, your cunt, anywhere youâll let me, doll, please. Iâve needed you for so long.â
You blush at the word love, surpressing the hope that is stirring at the possibility that your tits arenât the only thing he loves. Has he really wanted this as long as me? You wonder, picturing everything he just revealed heâs been wanting.
âMâSo fuckinâ hard for you sweetheart, I know you can feel me. Dickâs throbbing, doll, itâs sâhard it hurts.â
You pull at his hair so heâs looking up at you again and capture his lips in yours.
âI wanna see you, BuckyâŠâ
He groans and reaches for the hem of his shirt which he waists no time in tearing off. Your chest rises and falls heavier than before, eyes raking his physique just like you had that night he was leaving the shower at his place.
You trail a finger down his abs till it brushes the button of his jeans teasingly.
âAll of you, James.â You look pointedly at his crotch. âMay I?â You ask and when he nods, you climb off his lap and sink between his legs on the floor, you dress tumbling to the ground immediately.
Buckyâs abs tense as you work to undo the button, your hands tiny in comparison to his body. Next, you work the zipper up and over the bulge of his cock, the teeth desperate to come apart after being so constricted for so long. The two sides of denim snap away from the tent of his boxers, perfectly presenting where the firefighter so badly needs your touch.
He helps you kick off his jeans till the only thing between you is his boxers. You trace a finger up and down his shaft through the cotton, enjoying the sticky patch of pre cum leaking through the top.
âHave you ever imagined me sucking your cock, James?â You ask with half lidded eyes before kissing his covered shaft. âCause I have.â
Bucky whimpers - whimpers - at your words, his hips snapping up to your face uncontrollably.
You begin to drag down his boxers, trailing kisses down down down, your lips greeting his tip when his cock flicks up against them before your eyes even get chance to glance at him.
Your eyes flutter shut at the salty taste on your lips, revelling in the breathy moans from your neighbour.
âFuck- pl-please honey, I need your- argh- mouth around me!â
You make eye contact with him from your place on the floor and ask if heâs sure.
âMore than anything.â
And with that, you take his thick length into your mouth, lips sealing around his angry pink cock head briefly when your trace your tongue over his slit, before gliding lower down his cock.
You take as much of him as you can, but you need time to warm up having never taken a cock as large as his before.
âYouâre so big, baby.â You say as you pull off his shaft with a pop, âBiggest Iâve ever had in my mouth.â
A frustrated groan arises from the firefighter and you feel his hand on the back of your head, gently pushing you to his dick once more.
âSuck my cock, doll, just like weâve both imagined, nice and deep, please.â
You take the base of his cock in your hands and guide his tip back to your lips.
âAtta girl,â Bucky encourages as you take him deeper and deeper.
He feels you relaxing your throat to take more of him and his balls clench at the feeling.
âArgh fuck, fuck, fuck. Good girl, oh my god, yes!â
His praises and curses cheer you on and you manage as much of him as you can, only an inch or so remaining thatâs simply too thick to fit in your mouth. Lord knows how heâll fit in your pussy, but youâre sure heâll figure it out.
You bob your head on his length over and over till youâre in desperate need of air. You let your hands work your spit and his precum up and down his hard cock while you catch your breath and watch his beautiful face contort into one of extreme pleasure.
Your chest fills with pride at Buckyâs facial expressions; making him feel good is somehow more rewarding than anything youâve done in your life and you find yourself content at the thought of spending the rest of your days pleasing him.
Bucky is oblivious to the gratified smile toying your lips and wholly unprepared for your next movement.
âOh god- oh fuck, doll-â He groans, his breathing staggered and eyes clenched shut when you take his balls in your mouth, the skin sloppily wet from your work on his cock, and now enjoying the warmth of your mouth.
âOh honey, do that again, felt so go- argh!â Heâs interrupted by you tending to his sack once more, your tongue swirling around them and lightly sucking.
You moan around his pretty, swollen balls, the vibrations drawing a sigh of pleasure from your neighbour. The trimmed hair at the base of Buckyâs member is tickling your nose while you fight to taste every part of him.
With a final sharp suck, you release his balls with a small plop, plant a wet kiss on each and flatten you tongue to lick a bold stripe up his length. The tip of your muscle presses into the vein on the underside of his dick and Bucky thrusts upward, his hips bucking as he desperately searches for more.
As you ready yourself to glide his cock down your throat once more, you feel Buckyâs hand on your cheek, pulling you off him.
âWhatâs wrong? Did I do something?â You ask with a concerned frown, nervous that youâve done something wrong to have Bucky stopping you. You wrap your hand around his forearm, the one outstretched to hold your hair, while the other remains enclosed around his cock.
âNothinâ bad, sweets, itâs just that- fuck-â
You absentmindedly stroke your thumb over his girth, a motion you intend to be comforting but in reality, it just makes him throb even harder in your hands.
â-Iâm not gonna last much longer if you keep using your pretty mouth like that.â
âAnd thatâs a problem becauseâŠ?â
He laughs lightly and tucks your hair behind your ear. âCause as hot as youâd look swallowing my load, Iâd much rather cum inside that sweet pussy for our first time.â
You roll your bottom lip between your teeth before pecking a doting kiss to his forearm and letting Bucky pull you to your feet. His eyes follow yours till heâs looking up at you from his seated position, his hands falling to your hips with an awestruck face.
âWhat the hell did I do to deserve you?â His voice is barely above a whisper. You blush crimson.
âGet on the bed, doll.â He orders. âLay on your back.â
You do as he says and once youâve settled, he crawls on top of you. Itâs quiet for a moment as Bucky stares lovingly down at you, burning the image into his memory to remind him he has everything he needs.
âI should have found the guts to do this months agoâŠâ You murmur, pushing the fallen tendrils of chestnut hair behind his ear. He looks so goddamn perfect; the golden glow filtering through your window catching every feature youâve spent so long dreaming about, and now heâs here, really here, and you canât help but stroke his cheek with revere.
âWe have now, doll. Thatâs enough for me.â Bucky whispers. âAre you comfortable?â
You nod, truthfully, both in terms of your position but also for whatâs coming. But then his elbows bend out and heâs lowering himself onto you.
âHow about now?â
Thereâs a gleam in his eye and a playful smirk on his lips as he watches your chest heave, your body taking more of his weight now.
âNo!â You giggle.
âNo? Is this better?â Bucky teases, briefly laying his whole weight over you until you paw at his shoulders to push him off.
âJames! Youâre squishing me!â
The melody of your carefree laughter has Bucky melting and he pushes himself up onto his hands once more. His lip is tucked between his teeth, enjoying the view as he becomes increasingly aware of his cock now just one slip away from your pussy lips.
Quickly coming to your own awareness of Buckyâs rock hard length pressing into you, you sober up.
âDarling?â You tug on his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb.
Buckyâs brows pinch closer slightly.
âI need you inside me.â
His soft lips are crashing against yours within moments, his hand fighting between the nonexistent space between your bare bodies to grasp his cock and guide his tip to your bundle of nerves.
The sudden taste of how good Bucky can make you feel forces a sharp breath from you. Itâs so much yet not enough, all at the same time.
âTell me if you need me to stop, okay? Let me take care of you how you deserve.â
After a meek nod with your hands finding refuge in Buckyâs soft locks, he trails his cock head down your pink folds till it catches on the dip of your entrance.
Bucky tempts a whimper from you as he slides inside of you, your walls stretching to accommodate his larger than average member.
âFuck, doll, youâre so tight for me.â The firefighter moans, resisting the urge to snap his hips and bottom out completely.
Youâve yet to make a sound, the sting in your pussy not yet dissipating, and when you glance down at where your bodies meet, you realise youâre barely taking half of him.
âHey, hey, itâs okay,â Buckyâs reassuring voice is ghosting over your ear, âyouâre taking me so well, sweets. You need me to go slower?â
You clench your eyes shut briefly, âNo, keep going, youâre just soâŠâ
âSo what?â
Bucky watches a deep red creep up your neck before returning his gaze to your eyes, that now dance across the room avoiding him.
A gentle grasp on your chin draws you to face the breathtaking man above you and you clench around his dick.
âWhat happened to the little minx who was practically begginâ me to fuck her, huh? Donât get all shy on me now, dollface. Iâm so what?â
His words have you spilling yours without second thought. âYouâre so fucking thick, James, cockâs splittinâ me in half.â
He groans and snaps his hips fully into yours, making you scream out, âJamie!!!â
His scalp burns when you pull on his hair harder than before, your moans filling the room like a broken record. Bucky should be focused on the furrow of your brow, your laboured breaths, the way your cunt is choking him, anything about how perfect this feels, but all he can focus on is how with one thrust, you called him âJamieâ. And you didnât just say it, you screamed it.
âShit, honey, say it again.â
âJa-JamieâŠâ You whine and feel Bucky draw his hips back before pounding into you once more.
âAgain.â Your neighbour growls.
âOh my god, fuck- Iâ
âAgain.â
It takes everything you have to open your eyes and look at him. âFuck me, Jamie.â
âThatâs my girl.â
Bucky drives his length into you till his tip is hitting your cervix, the pleasure wrapping around your throat and squeezing the air out of you. You fight to breathe as Bucky drills into you, over and over, softly grunting with every thrust.
âNever felt anything as good as your cunt before, doll. Wanna spend the rest of my life buried inside you.â
You pull his lips to yours and, back arching from the mattress, dive your tongue into his mouth with vigour. He lets you explore his mouth while fucking you deep and fast, the headboard of your bed slamming against the wall and probably driving your neighbour crazy. Oh wait, he is your neighbour, and it is driving him crazy, but in the best way imaginable.
âSo goddamn tight, sweets, yïżœïżœïżœpussy was made for me,â He swallows your whimpers happily, âdonât you think? You feel how good iâm filling you up, honey? Sliding in anâ out so easy, youâre so fucking wet for my dick.â
âHarder, Jamie.â
Goddamn.
âKeep calling me that and Iâll do whatever you want.â
You lose yourself in his thrusts; the sting has long turned into the most pleasure youâve ever felt, and thatâs saying something after the orgasm he lulled from you only a few minutes ago.
âFuckinâ me s-so good, Jamie.â
âAh- just like that, baby.â
âIâm getting close, James, need you to go faster.â
Your pleas send Buckyâs cock pulsing and he does exactly as you wish. He fucks you faster, fighting off the desperate urge to cum inside your sweet cunt.
âJamieâŠâ You sigh.
He grins up at you from his place at your tits, his tongue reaching out to tease your nipples. You push his head down till he takes your sensitive bud in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over it while he gropes its twin.
The tight coil in your stomach is twisting to its limit and you find yourself dangerously close to cumming around Buckyâs hard, thick length.
âIâm so- oh fuck- iâm so close, James.â
He lifts his head and eyes you with lust blown pupils.
âAre you gonna cum for me, doll? God, I can feel you clenching around me, you wanna cream all over my cock? Huh?â He smirks at your pornographic moans. âBet Iâll look so good covered in your cum, sweets, maybe Iâll let you clean me up, put that mouth to good use.â
âIâm gonna cum, iâm gonna cum,â You chant several times breathlessly.
âLet go for me, sweet girl, make a mess oâmy cock. Cum, doll.â
Your body shudders as your hips grind up into Buckyâs, your walls tightening before he feels you gush around him. Practically screaming in pleasure, you bite down on Buckyâs shoulder to quiet yourself, though the pain travels straight to his member, still fucking into you with force.
âFuck, James, youâre so perfect, never came so hard in my life- shit-â
Heâs groaning into your ear, his balls slamming against you and filling the room with salacious wet slaps.
âYouâre so wet and- fuck- I canât- I canât hold back much longer.â
You tug on the hair at the nape of his neck and lick up the side of his throat, tongue catching the salty beads of sweat in its path. Reaching his earlobe, you suck on it lightly and whisper into his ear.
âWant you to cum inside me, Jamie. Fill me up, please, I need your cum.â
âArgh, fuck!!â Your words send Bucky over the edge and his hips stutter while he finally lets go.
âOh god, yes!â Bucky grunts. âTake my cum, doll, fuckinâ take it.â
Your tongue seeks his neck once more, pressing open mouthed kisses as his cock shoots streams of white seed into you, the spurts seemingly never ending.
âFillinâ my cunt so much, Jamie- fuck- you feel so good!â
As his cock softens, his thrusts slow to a more bearable pace, both of you so sensitive from your orgasms. Catching your breath takes a minute or two, but in the meantime, you coax satisfied sighs from your firefighter by running your hands up and down his back; the light sheen of sweat greets your fingertips as you touch him tenderly.
With no words being shared, you focus solely on Buckyâs breathing, the rise and fall of his back beneath your hands and the weight of his body on yours. It should be uncomfortable, but youâve never felt so at home in a place, let alone with a person, in your life.
âThat wasâŠâ Bucky murmurs into your neck.
You finish his sentence, âPretty damn good.â Laughter ripples through the muscles of his back.
âYeah,â He agrees and pulls back slightly to look at you, âyou feeling okay?â
âIf by okay you mean âcompletely and utterly fucked outâ then yeah, Iâm great.â
You grin cheekily before pushing his hair behind his ear yet again, an act you find yourself praying that youâll get to do for the rest of your life.
âHow are you feeling?â You ask sincerely.
Those blue orbs flick between your own, laced with an emotion you hope to be love. âLike I want to be with you like this forever.â Bucky admits. âThat and completely and utterly fucked out.â
You laugh heartily, bringing a beaming smile to Buckyâs swollen red lips.
âLet me clean you up, doll.â He offers before pushing himself off you, much to your dismay. He disappears to your bathroom for a minute before returning with a damp cloth in hand.
âCan you spread your legs for me, sweets?â
He bites a chuckle at how quickly you obey him and gets to work, wiping away your shared cum from your pussy and goosebump-ridden thighs. The towel is warm and soft on your skin, lulling you to sleep, though you fight to keep your eyes on your neighbour.
âYouâre so beautiful, James.â You say, reaching to place your hand on his that sits beside you hip, where heâs leaning his weight.
He smiles sheepishly and focuses on the job at hand. Once youâre clean, Bucky carries you to the bathroom so you can do your business, waiting patiently outside after putting his boxers back on and grabbing his henley for you to wear.
When you step out of the bathroom, Buckyâs holding his he let out in front of you. âYou looked a bit cold so I thought you might want a shirt?â
You smile, âYour shirt?â
âYeahâŠâ He rubs the back of his neck, muscles flexing at the movement, âYou donât have to, I just thou-â
He stops talking when you pull the henley from his grasp and tug it over your head. It swallows you whole and the sleeves tumble past your hands, but Bucky thinks itâs perfect. Youâre perfect.
Grabbing his hand, you pull him back to your room and back into bed, tugging the sheets over you both where you nestle into his chest.
âYouâre staying, right?â You ask with the most puppy-dog eyes you can muster.
âOf course, doll.â
Smiling to yourself, you curl up against the firefighter. âWoulda cooked you a meal months ago if I knew thatâs all it took for you to finally fuck me.â
a/n: filth. pure filth. so sorry that it took me a lifetime to post this - life got lifey and it took me ages to get this right. itâs my second time writing any sort of smut so i hope it was good for yâall. thanks for all the support, it means the world to me. love you guys, red â€ïž
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day 6: roronoa zoro [cock warming]
àż synopsis ⹠you ask to zoro whether he needs any help or not, and in return, he makes you sit on his cock so that it can get warm while heâs sleeping.
â⊠nsfw, opla!zoro, f!reader, reader is being needy & brat, pussy slapping, pet names, teasing, swearing, âis all! âą 1.2k âą a man that takes all my attention to himself in an instant in every type of universe; live action, manga, and anime. I chose to write for la!zoro version âcause why not? enjoy, hope I did everything right! [kinktober m.]
âstop moving, you're distracin' me.â
his deep voice cuts your actions of trying to stay still on his lap, adjusting your position so that your numb legs will fix, but, the struggle causes your pussy to clench around his length because of sudden movement which ends up by earning an unsteady thrust. looking at his face, hands gripping the collar of his sleeve, you see his closed eyes, trying to continue the nap heâs taking in the middle of the day.
 âsorry ââ you say, smiling innocently knowing he cannot see, âI didnât mean to, itâs just ââ you try to find a solid word to describe the situation youâre in now but the weight of lust running through your pussy takes your brain away, wanting to break free, letting yourself go and wasting the last thirty-four minutes waste, waking zoro up, being a greedy brat â only to make him not sleep, instead, fuck you. âso much.â
you canât bring yourself to say what youâre thinking aloud â just fuck me already! Just move this thick cock and fill me up! â pathetic.
youâre here, sitting down on his cock, warming it, being useful.
the moment of the morning came into your mind; the crew went to bring food and new clothes to the ship, and when they left, only you and zoro were on the ship, you said âI wanna be useful for youâ because heâs still healing and you wanted to help â anything, you added, which was a bad idea â maybe, it wasnât that bad though.
zoro, being a greedy boyfriend even if he tries to hide it, decided to make you a useful one â for his damn cock â to warm it up!
âso much?â he teases you, taking you back to reality, making the sensation on your pussy grow bigger each passing time, moving his hips, acting as if he just adjusts his position like you did minutes ago â only this time, itâs an act â to try you, seeing how much you can handle this. folding his arms, he opens his eyes slowly, an eyebrow is raised, questioning, âwhatâs so much? I even didnât begin to fuck you, did I, doll?â
opening your legs wider, challenging him, a whimper leaves your mouth yet zoro doesnât show any sign of being greedy to fuck you â oh, what self-control!
but youâre not done yet. âit seems you will never do,â you say, shrugging, hands on his shoulder building up to his neck, playing with the hair on his neck â the most breathtaking man you have ever seen â heâs so beautiful that you would beg anytime now but you should try first â to break him into the point in which he will let himself go and move his hips. âI know I am here for the help â to warm your cock,â you point to the sight in front of him â your pussy beautifully covering his thick cock, wetness that comes out of you soaking his veined length. âam I helping?â
opening his arms, he puts them behind his headâs back instead as he leans to the wall of the chair youâre sitting on â eyes travel from your tight pussy to your face, meeting with your innocent smile and sparkling eyes.
âu-huh,â he says, trying to understand where youâre heading with this question, because he knows you well enough to realize you want him to move, yet stubborn and prideful to beg, not until the right moment which zoro waits to arrive. âwarming my cock so well that I can feel you dripping into it â hot.â
nodding to him, heat rushes to your face at the sudden compliment, making you gain a confident manner, and continue on with your act; being a fucking brat, using his jealousy to achieve your goal â you would feel bad under other circumstances but not today, not when you want him to devour you â heâs hard to resist, and youâre so greedy to be a good girl.
âanything for my crewmate,â not boyfriend â a crewmate. it takes his attention, eyes on your face, daring you to go on with piercing gazes, jaw getting tight, straight face expression that screams danger. it only turns you on further. âI will make sure to provide my service to the captain as well than because he can need â agggh â zoro â!â
your words are cut by him; raising your body up a little until his tip releases you, and then, without missing a heartbeat, putting it down on his length, thrusting into your dozy pussy, earning a scream out of your mouth.
holding his shoulder tightly, you try to stay in balance while he keeps doing that without any particular rhythm and steadiness so that you get cockdumbed mind right away â all dizzy, just moaning, feeling him shoving his dick into you, balls hitting the ass â finally!
âis this what you wanted, brat?â he asks, hands open your skirt by damaging its buttons, nearly tearing it apart, cupping the breasts through the fabric of your bra before letting them watch how they bounce in sync with your body, raising up and down on his cock with more rapid pace now â devouring you â the things you wanted for a long time. âwant me to break that pussy, pretty doll â ohhh â uhmm â y/n â you â you will fuckinâ get it!â
his hands are positioned on your waist, looking down, seeing your clit getting wider with each of his hard and strong thrusts, warming it with all the juices you make â you literally soak now, close to the edge, and zoro smirks at you the moment he hears the crew entering the ship.
his possessive and rough side takes control of his mind â his soul as he picks you up, you already begin to beg for him to put his cock inside, pleases coming out of your parted pink lips that you bite so hard. you let him turning your body, abdomen touching the surface of the bed, cockâs tip resting on the entrance of your pussy, then, he slaps it with his dick, a hand finds your neck, putting your face down onto the pillow â his body hovering behind you as your ass gets higher and higher.
it feels so vulnerable to be in this position as if youâre his own fucktoy to play with, and you canât deny the fact that even the thought of it can make you cum in an instant.
âzoro â aggh â I ââ you try to say when his dick slaps your clit once again, your body jumps â feeling both shy and shameless at the same time but he cuts you out, cock enters you in one go, jolting your body forward.
âcut it. you donât want to waste your breath now, you will need it when I make you scream my name enough to make all the crew hear it,â he chuckles â the rings of danger echo inside your head, making you look behind and see him; standing on his knees, eyes on your face, a smirk is visible that gives chill down to your spine at the sight â his glory has one meaning â is that he will not leave this room until others â and your brat brain understands only he can have you like this.
âwill make sure everyone knows whoâs fuckinâ you day and night, including you, you dumb doll. shouldâve learned it sooner, but, Iâm always open to teaching you how to be a good fuckin' girl for me.â
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Guilty Pleasures àŒ jjk, kth (m) | ch. i
â Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.
pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, slight actor!taehyung x ceo!reader
genre/AU: angst, smut, loverstoexesto ?, unrequited love
word count: 3,328
Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, mention of gossip columns and unequal treatment of how oc is portrayed post-divorce, hint of differences between men and women in the business world, oc struggling to be professional, both care about each other and are not toxic but oc fell in love, oc has the need to groom him a little out of habit, talks about Bam, feat, Namjoon and Taehyung, and sexual content
sexual warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, desk s*x, d*rty talk, oc is on bc, handjob, swearing, making out, neck kisses, clothed s*x, impulsive s*x, light praising, growling, some minor petnames (baby, Kook), mention of threesome, recalling of past sexual events
playing: Unkiss Me
a/n: uhâŠthis one has been in my drafts and idk its kinda angsty but I decided I will share it. Enjoy! đ„°
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From the moment he stepped into your office, Jungkook could tell every ounce of color was drained from your face. All except for your puffy red eyes that is, which he knows you've been rubbing fervently to keep your tears from rolling down your cheeks.
He doesn't blame you for it thoughâyou're his ex-wife.
Recent ex-wife that is.
For three years the two of you masqueraded as the perfect power couple; appearing completely in love to the public eye in hopes of forming an unshakable business partnership (transaction more like). You attended charity balls together, collaborated on several work projects, and attended countless corporate functions to establish both your presence in your respective industries.
That's right, you and Jungkook were in an arranged marriage and it would have flourished into a classic love story if it wasn't for one obvious detailâyou're the only one that fell in love.
Despite all the times he's called you "stunning" when you dolled up for formal events or that you "feel so good" during late-night sex, Jungkook never truly loved you. He cared about you, did his best not to intentionally hurt you, and even tried loving you back; thinking he could fall for you with time.
But the most he could ever see you as is a friend, a beautiful friend, though a friend nonetheless. He knows how much it pains you, especially after you've held out hope that he'll want you the same way someday. This one embarrasses you the most which he wishes it wouldn't.
Well, Jungkook doesn't want to trap either of you in a loveless marriage any longer. So even if it means being the center of gossip columns for a while, he's giving you a divorce so you can find the right person to share your love with.
After all, you deserve it; you both do.
Today's day one of looking at one another as exes and it's bittersweet, to say the least. The only factor that would make this worse is if children were in the equation, but there aren't any.
"Thanks for letting me swing by __," he speaks first, doing his best to conjure up a genuine smile. The black floral button-up he's wearing suits him well and his smooth chest peaking out near the collar is far too tempting, yet you know better than to let your eyes linger.
"Of course," you answer and grab a small box from behind your desk. "These are 100% yours so I wouldn't keep them from you." Jungkook takes the box of belongings from your hands with slight hesitation. You're keeping a brave front for the sake of civility and professionalism.
He doesn't blame you for that either.
As a CEO of a large multinational corporation himself, Jungkook's no stranger to the age-old philosophy that that office is no place to let your personal woes get out of hand; you have a team to lead and a reputation to uphold. The latter is proving to be harder for you than him, however, being that the media is portraying you as some kind of she-devil, spinster, or worse of allâa cheater.
Jungkook plans to personally make sure those articles get removed from the public eye before the end of the week. (Not that he'll tell you though.)
"I still could have dropped by the house to pick these up if it'd been easier. I feel bad for interrupting your work day over a couple of old books, records, and dog toys." He watches you nod silently as he vocalizes the inconvenience of it all; he really doesn't have to but he does it anyway.
"No, it's alright. You haven't been to the house since you moved out, so I thought it'd be better if we met here instead." You pause to check the time. "If there's anything you think of that you might've forgotten later, just let me know. In the meantime, I have a meeting in twenty so..."
"He misses you."
"I'm sorry?"
"Bam, I mean." Jungkook throws the box under an arm and pulls out his phone. He scrolls through his camera gallery until he gets to one particular photo of a red and tan Doberman. "He hates the new place and all he does is sulk by the door."
Your heart's already struggling to settle down from the painful reality that the man you love is leaving you, let alone being reminded of another forced separation. Bam's the closest thing to a baby that either of you ever had and he was one of the few things that bonded you and your now ex-husband together.
Being Jungkook's dog, however, he couldn't stay with you. That means no more visiting the dog park, sneaking treats behind Jungkook's back, and snuggling together in the king-size bed after a stressful day.
"I'm sure he just wants his favorite chew toy that's been held hostage at the house," you joke lightly, thinking it simpler to spin the topic. It's similar to what Jungkook does when he uses flowery language to soften the cold hard truth of your divorce; that he doesn't love you and he can't ever. "Give Bam a lot of attention for me. I miss him too."
"Of courâshit!" When Jungkook moves to slip his phone back into his pocket he loses his balance, causing the box with his belongings to spill out on your office floor. Naturally, you kneel down to help him clean up the mess. It's not until your fingers reach for the same item and come into contact with each other that you quickly retract your hand. "Sorry, did I shock you?" He asks gently and tosses the last item into the box before standing up.
"No, you didn't." You rise to your feet as well, until you're face to face with him. This time it's closer than before. His hooded eyes stare straight into yours and you can't believe it takes being inches from his face to notice how bloodshot his eyes are. "You look exhausted. You should go home and rest Kook." The petname is out before your brain tells you to stop.
Jungkook's eyes widen, the corner of his lip subtly quirking up for the first time since the start of the conversation. "Don't worry about me __. I probably get more breaks than you do. But thanks." He briefly glances at the ticking Snoopy clock behind you, a Christmas gift he gave you as a joke last year. "You still have that?"
You look over your shoulder at the small, Snoopy-shaped digital clock on your desk. Ten minutes until your next meeting. "It's cute and it makes for a great conversation starter with clients so I guess so. If you want me to give it baâ"
"Keep it," he interrupts. "Please, it was a gift and I'd like you to have it if you enjoy it." Jungkook gnaws on his lip before continuing. "Speaking of clients and business partners, I should make myself scarce now shouldn't I?"
"Yes. I do have that meeting soon." But once he leaves, neither of you is sure when you'll see the other again aside from the odd charity event. The Annual Winter Gala in December is one that particularly comes to mind.
Most high-ranking executives like yourselves attend the function to keep up appearances and to network with other professionals. Last year, you and Jungkook were the center of attention however now that you're divorced, you fear you'll be avoided like the plagueâthey always preferred Jungkook over you anyway.
"You're forming a new partnership with that actor, right? Kim Taehyung? I read an inkling about it online yesterday." He also read his whole biography too. The man is equally handsome as he is altruistic and kind.
"Nothing's signed and sealed yet. I'm sure you've heard that he's gotten dozens of other offers on the table. To be honest, I'm surprised you haven't nabbed him yet."
"Yeah, we don't need...wait sorry, let me rephrase that. We aren't ready for a new partner or merger yet."
You can read between the lines despite Jungkook's correction. His company is thriving more than yours in every way, so he doesn't need the help of a third-party endorser...like you. Well, you're not doing too shabby yourself and this isn't simply about fame and fortune you want to argue.
The head poking through your door stops you from following through on that last line.
"Mrs. Jeonâshit." Your secretary Kim Namjoon screws his eyes shut at his drastic misstep. "Ms. __, Kim Taehyung called and said he'll be a bit late due to unexpected delays during his filming today. He apologizes profusely but is on his way over now. Sajangnim," he bows at Jungkook respectively.
"That's fine, Namjoon, thank you. You can send him in whenever he gets here. Mr. Jeon was just about to leave and I had the rest of my day cleared."
"Of course. I'll let him know to come in." Your secretary nods and shuts the door. Jungkook shifts between his feet once Namjoon is out of sight, a habit he's picked up that tells you he has more to say.
"Was there anything else, Mr. Jeon?" You shuffle a few files on your desk, prepping for your meeting with Taehyung. At this point, you're not even looking at Jungkook.
"Mr. Jeon? I think I prefer when you call me Kook more," he mutters, allowing his line of sight to catch a glimpse of your lips. "Can I...kiss you? Before I go."
The question knocks the wind out of your lungs and you instantly lift your head up toward him. "Kiss me?" You gulp slowly, then shake your head. "No, I'd rather we not. Goodbye kisses aren't really my thing." You couldn't be a bigger liar, evident from the sudden churning in your gut. Having Jungkook's lips on yours was the best and worst moments of your entire relationship but you have to fight yourself....your innate desires that tell you to say yes.
"Okay, I understand. What about a hug?"
"Jungkook..."
"I'm sorry, I'm pushing. Thanks again for my stuff." He gestures at the box under his arm. "I hope your meeting with Kim Taehyung goes well. Maybe I'll see you both at the next Winter Gala." He makes a beeline for the door.
"Wait!"
Jungkook stills in his tracks as he watches you stride in front of him. He's unsure what you stopped him for until your hands reach out towards his shirt collar, smoothing the delicate material down. A light smile plays on his face as you do this, though he says nothing aside from a simple 'thanks'.
"It was bothering me the whole time." You finish fixing his collar and peer up into his Bambi eyes. Out of all the potential suitors, you wish Jeon Jungkook didn't become your husband. It's not like you got to keep him or anything.
Jungkook once again flickers his gaze toward your barely parted lips. And this time, you do the same for him. Before either of you have time to back out you lean forward and kiss him.
It's a hard kiss too. Painful but so inviting that neither of you pulls away.
With his free hand, Jungkook snakes a hand around your waist to hug you close. Having his fingers pressed against the small of your back is so familiar and all you can do is deepen the kiss.
You're obviously not the only one that gets a sense of pleasure from this because, in a matter of seconds, the box from under Jungkook's arm falls to the ground. He then places his second hand on the side of your neck and jawline which you lean into, exposing the other side of your neck.
"Jungkook," you gasp when his lips attach themself to the soft skin, sucking lightly. His teeth come out and nip too. "Wait, we can't do this, we shouldn't. Taehyung, he'll be here soon."
"That would have sounded so convincing if you didn't just moan the words, baby." He walks you backward until you're forced to sit atop your mahogany desk.
"Don't call me that." You allow him to push up your pencil skirt and spread your thighs until your panties are the only material he sees. You decided to go with black lace today, his favorite now that you think about it.
"Did youâ"
"No, they weren't for you."
A brief growl leaves the man's rose-tinted lips. "In that case, we don't need them." He places both hands on your hips and brings you into another kiss, messier than before. His tongue shoves between the seam of your lips to lick every crevasse he can. He hasn't kissed you like this for months and to be brutally honest, he's missed it as much as you.
Jungkook hasn't been with anyone else since marrying you either, which means he's completely adjusted to your body, your preferences, and what turns you on. The same applies to you so while he's busy shoving his tongue down your throat, you palm his half-harden bulge through his trousers.
"Mm," he groans and bucks his hips into your hand. You smile at how well you've managed to draw a response from him. With a little burst of confidence, you hastily move to unbuckle his pants. "What are you doing?" He mumbles between kisses.
You decide not to answer, preferring to reach inside his trousers to take his length out. You make sure to pump it a few times until he's fully hard. Jungkook has a gorgeous dick, and that takes a lot for you to admit.
"Fuck, that's it." He says with gritted teeth, now watching your hand as it moves up and down his cock. "Get me how you want me."
"We don't have much time." You slide your panties down your legs and spread your thighs wide apart, which makes Jungkook's eyes dilate about 10 meters. "Fuck me, please." One last time. Make love to me one last time.
"Are you sure? I don't have a condom."
"It's okay, I'm on birth control. As long as you're still clean then its fine."
"I am. I got tested recently. But are you sure you want this?"
You glance at his pulsating length, tip leaking with pre-cum, and swallow hard. "Hurry."
"Fuck, okay." Jungkook wastes not another second and guides you flat on your back, his hands resting on either side of your body. The coolness of your desk has you shiver slightly. He then urges you to raise your legs until they can wrap loosely around his slim waist. And as if second nature, you link your arms around his neck as he eases him into you. He's able to bottom out without much effort thanks to how wet you've become.
"Oh god." Your back arches off the surface of your desk as Jungkook thrusts into you. They're only practice thrusts at first to get you re-adjusted to his size, yet the pleasure zipping down your spine already has your eyes rolling up.
You shouldn't be doing this at all. Your conscious whispers to again to which you blindly dismiss. You'll enjoy it now and tomorrow, start a newâanother lie you tell yourself.
"Fuckfuckfuck, you're so wonderful for me," he chants while pushing his cock in and out of you, the speed of his movements picking up to an insane rate. Jungkook never had an issue with quickies so he's likely in his element now. "You know what this reminds me of?" He cocks a smirk and kisses down your neck.
"Hm?"
"That time when we were abroad for a weekend conference. Remember when we stopped at my second office to pick up some files? You were so horny that day that you pushed me into my chair and demanded that I let you ride me. It took the wind right out of my sails to see you like that, so confident and in control." He prys apart the top button of your blouse until he can slide the material down your shoulders. He doesn't take it off completely, favoring the chance to place kisses on your newly exposed area instead.
"I was beyond stressed that day. It was the first time I had to speak at that conference and you looked so good with your freshly slicked back hair. I couldn't stop myselfâoh fuck! Right there Kook, don't slow down. Please." Jungkook grunts at the use of his petname and fucks you rougher, sweat forming around his forehead as his dark hair dangles messily over his eyes.
You manage to sneak a glance at the time on your Snoopy clock between thrusts. "Shit, I need to come soon, or Kim Taehyung's never going to agree to do business with me." The man laughs and buries his head on your shoulder.
"You never know, he could be really into threesomes."
"Fuck! Don't joke about that." You claw at his back and surprise both of you with the unexpected clenching of your pussy.
"You're right, I take it back," he groans and continues to snap his hips. "Looks like he's not the one who wants a threesome after all, considering your body's response to the suggestion. You wanna ask him if he walks in?" He whispers in your ear and you're embarrassed that your cheeks burn at the thought.
Of course, Kim Taehyung was sexy and you've rehearsed to yourself dozens of times not to let yourself get any crazy ideas about him. Still, one unrequited love is enough for you; Taehyung wouldn't want a divorcee. You shake the train of thought before it has time to go any further. "Make me come, Kook. Need you to finish too. It's not just Taehyung who could walk in at any second."
Jungkook grunts and continues to thrust into you, bouncing you up and down his thick length as the desk shakes underneath you. He feels you getting closer and closer by the sporadic clenching of your walls squeezing him. A big part of him doesn't want this to end but it has to....he doesn't love you. He only wants to make you feel good before he has to say goodbye. Both of you come just before Namjoon calls your office phone, giving you a heads-up that Taehyung's about to enter your office.
Jungkook shoves his pants back on while you button up your blouse and fold over your skirt. You decided to shove your underwear in your bag with the lack of time. No one has any business digging in there anyway.
"How do I look?" You turn around to get a quick once-over from Jungkook but he's already out the door. Now the person standing in front of you is Kim Taehyung who has nothing but the most genuine smile.
"You look lovely as always Ms. __. I'm so sorry I'm late by the way. I feel terrible about it so I brought you these." Taehyung whips out a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. "Hope you don't mind that I did a little research on you ahead of time. I found out these have a special place in your heart."
You smile and accept the bouquet with thanks. As you set them on your desk, a messages comes through your phone. You manage to give a quick look.
Unknown Number: Sorry I had to duck so fast! I know it looked rude but Taehyung was already opening the door and you were dressed so I thought it'd be better if I left. Hope you're meeting goes well! And thanks for everything today ;) if you need anything, you have my number.
You flip your phone over and invite Taehyung to have a seat. Business is business, and you have to carry on even if your heart has completely sunk to the ground. Kim Taehyung is sweet anyway, so you'll enjoy his company.
Too bad you don't realize how much he enjoys yours as well.
a/n: so, yeah... there's a potential for our Jk to actually love oc and not realize it but either way he does care about her (despite the impulsive sex). And yes, taehyung likes oc... it's like a double unrequited love đ okay bye lmk what you think, thank you! đ
Also, lmk what you think about jk in this poll!
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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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read on AFF
read on AO3
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
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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.
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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.
ïżœïżœïżœOur 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.
⊠âŠ
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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"Who expected the owner of a cat you found near your house to be the hottest man you've ever laid your eyes on?"
â pairing: na jaemin x afab! reader â genre: fluff, smut. 18+ mdni. â au: strangers to lovers â word count: 5.5k
â a/n: my nct writer debut !! i've finally dived into ncity and now i wanna write for them too. i'm so excited to share this.. i love jaemin sm (i can see him being the dream member i write the most tbh) sorry if this is a little corny. i can't not be lovey-dovey when it comes to na jaemin :(
â nsfw warnings under the cut
âđ§: pretty boy the neighbourhood, kingston faye webster, no other heart mac demarco, show me how men i trust, freak lana del rey, positions ariana grande
â warnings: not proofread! outdoor sex, exhibitionism, fingering, oral (m! receiving), unprotected sex (do not do this), pet names like âbaby, princess, good girlâ, theyâre very in love
  Your daily commute to the convenience store was nothing out of the ordinary. Except this time, today, there was.
  You weren't paying attention to your surroundings, your body running on autopilot. You walked towards the next aisle, a few items in your hands, thenâ CRASH!
  Before you knew it, you ran straight into a very warm, hard wall...? The items you held clattered to the floor and when you looked up, you realised it wasn't a wall. It was a man. A very attractive man.
  "Shit! I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." You quickly apologised. You didn't notice his hand was supported on your lower back until you both stepped away from each other.
  "No worries, are you okay?" He asks before you both crouch down to pick your dropped items up, his hand accidentally brushing yours. "Y-Yeah, I'm okay, thank you..." You blush as you both stand back up, and he helps you take the items to the checkout.
  Searching for an opportunity to ask him for his number, your mind was racing. The two of you walked out of the store together, and the man hands you your bag of items. "Get home safely." He smiles, waving, before he turns his back to you and walks the opposite direction.
  It dawned on you as you watched him walk away into the distance that neither of you told each other your names. Idiot.
  It's ridiculous how such a short, insubstantial interaction with an attractive guy put such a big smile on your face during your walk home. What an odd day.
  · · âââââââ · ·
  When you were close to your house, you heard a meow from around the corner. Stopping in your tracks, you listened closer.
  Meow.
  You decided to see if your ears were playing tricks on you. When you turned the corner, you spotted a white rag doll cat with matted, filthy fur, that seemed to be starving. You cautiously approached it, but when you held your hand out, it immediately came to you.
  "Hi little one," You call in a sweet voice. It lets you pet it whilst you take the time to study the collar around it's neck, reading what was engraved on it. "Ah, so your name is Luna." You contemplate aloud.
 You scoop the cat up and make your way to your house just down the road. "Come on Luna, I'll get you something to eat."
  Stepping into your home, you go straight to your kitchen. "There you go, I'll be right back with food." You call to the cat while setting her down on the floor. You get a bowl and fill it with cat food, placing it on the floor.
  After you ensured the cat was fully fed, you took the time to run it a bath. You expected the process of washing her to be hard, but Luna was one of the most docile cats you've ever met. When you placed her into the bath, she literally just stood there and allowed you to clean her with no troubles.
  "All done!" Calling in a sing-songy voice, you gently lift the drenched cat from the bathtub and pat her dry with a towel. "I should really give your owner a call now."
  You sat in the living room watching over Luna as you dialed the numbers that were on her collar into your phone. You felt guilty that you desperately wanted to keep the cat, but this was the right thing to do.
  The phone rings several times until it's finally picked up, a males voice speaking over it. "Hello?"
  "Hi, sorry if you're busy but I've got your cat, Luna, in my apartment, I found her outside." You explain and you hear the man gasp. "Oh my God, you found her?! She's been missing for almost two weeks!" The owner exclaims.
  "Are you able to come pick her up now?" You ask, waiting for the owner to answer. A few moments pass, you assume he's looking at the time or something. "Maybe, may I ask for your address to see how close it is? I have some errands to run but those can wait."
  You give him your address and apartment number, and luckily you lived only a few blocks away from him. "I'll be there in 15 minutes!" The owner says before hanging up the phone. You look across the room and see Luna playing with a cat toy you had. You really wanted to keep her.
  · · âââââââ · ·
  After fifteen minutes exactly, your doorbell rung. You buzz him up, and a few moments more a you hear a soft knock on your door. You grab Luna and open the door.
  It was him! The guy from the convenience store earlier that day was Luna's owner. Maybe it was fate to meet again.
  "Oh, hello there again." He greets first, a sheepish smile adorned his face, seemingly taken aback that it's you. "H-Hi, here's your cat." You hand Luna over.
  Luna's owner immediately engulfs the cat in a hug. "Oh my baby, I missed you!" He dramatically sighs and you can't help but giggle. "Don't ever run away again." He scolds the cat with a pout.
  He looks back at you for a moment. "Um, I should give you some money or something for finding her." He fumbles with his pant pocket, about to pull out his wallet. "No! It's fine, you don't need to do that."
  The man nods in understanding, putting his wallet back in his pocket. "I'm Jaemin, by the way." He introduces himself.
  The name strangely suited him. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, again..." You mutter the last part and he laughs. "I really love your cat by the way, she's so well behaved!"
  "Yes, she's a dream. Except when she decides to go on little adventures around the neighbourhood," Jaemin smiles and coos at the cat in his arms.
  A few moments pass in silence as you study the man. He seemed lost in thought, until he finally looked up at you with a grin and opened his mouth. "Hey, instead of me paying you, maybe you could come visit Luna and my other cats every now and then?"
  The proposition sounded very tempting. But you hardly knew the guy... Your survival instincts were screaming red flag! But deep down you knew Jaemin was harmless.
  This could be the perfect opportunity to get to know him. "Sure, I'd love that."
  "Great! I'll give you my number."
  · · âââââââ · ·
  You and Jaemin had been texting non-stop since. Mostly because he would spam you to play pool with him on iMessage but that's besides the point. Every time you'd get a notification from him, you'd start giggling and kicking your feet. You were down bad for a man you hardly knew.
  Jaemin hadn't asked you to come over yet. He was scared you'd misunderstand his intentions. You expected that, so you initiated first.
  When the conversation you were currently having with him died down, you decided to finally bring it up.
                           so... when do i finally get                            to see luna again?
    I'm free tomorrow,     you? :)
                           sounds like a plan!!
  Squealing over the message like you were a teenager texting your crush, you immediately stood up to pick out an outfit while you texted back.
  You turned your phone off and threw it on your bed as you looked through your closet. Jaemin had a good fashion sense, â You definitely didn't stalk his Instagram â so, what you picked had to be something that wasn't too much, but also give a good impression.
  You decided on wearing a baby blue sweater with a white skirt to match. The skirt wasn't too short, but you did decide to wear it on purpose. Whether that purpose was good or bad, you didn't know.
  You could hardly fall asleep, excited for what was to come tomorrow.
  · · âââââââ · ·
  When you approached Jaemin's apartment building, you started feeling anxious. What if he ends up hating me?
  Those kinds of self destructive thoughts are what would always hold you back from things. But this time you refused to listen to them.
  You took the elevator to his floor, double checking the room number he sent you. Knocking on the door that had the numbers 24 on it, you heard clattering inside and quick footsteps approaching the door.
  Your anxiety bubbled down when the door swung open and you were met with Jaemin's smile that beamed down onto you like the sun. He looked a little disheveled, his hair messy and his face flushed. Why was he out of breath?
  "Hey Y/N. Come on in," Jaemin steps aside and lets you pass him, stepping into the small hallway. "Um, ignore the mess please. Luna and Lucy were fighting just before you came, and I had to break them up. Very strenuous work." He explains with a chuckle, gesturing towards the knocked over items on the floor that you assumed was the decor on his coffee table.
  "No worries. Where is Luna?" You ask, looking around and only seeing a male cat you've never seen before. "That's Luke. Luna's probably hiding under the couch. I've put Lucy in timeout since she was the one that started the fight."
  Jaemin continued to tell you about his cats. You loved how proud he was to be a cat father. As you sat on his couch together, a white furball in the corner of your eye nudges your leg. "Luna, there you are!"
  You coo as you grab the cat and pull her into a hug. "My other cats will be jealous," Jaemin chuckles. "Luna seems to love you."
  "I have to admit, I almost kept her when I found her." You smile guiltily, but Jaemin just laughs. "You know, Luna's the only one of my cats that don't warm up to other people besides me. You're special."
  Your heart races at Jaemin's words, heat creeping up your neck. "I just have that effect, I guess." You smile sheepishly.
  Jaemin just nods, silence filling the room. You continued to play with Luna, not noticing the gaze the man had on you. You only turn to look at him when he clears his throat.
  "Do you want to get something to eat?" Jaemin asks. Your eyes widen a little, caught off guard. "There's a cafe close by. We could walk." He adds.
  You can't help but smile. "Why not?"
  · · âââââââ · ·
  Was this a date? Those thoughts ran through your head during the walk to the cafe. You and Jaemin walked side by side, close enough that your hands would brush every couple of steps. You noticed he was a bit shy, and so were you.
  The two of you now sat side by side in a booth. You thought that a table where you faced each other was too 'date-like', so you gravitated towards a booth and it seemed Jaemin understood and slid beside you.
  Since it was midday, you ordered bacon and eggs with an iced tea as brunch, Jaemin the same. "So Jaemin, what do you do?"
  "I'm in my last year of college. I'm majoring in graphic design and photography. I'd like to make it into my career some day." Jaemin explains, and you stare at him in awe. "What about you?"
  "I never went to college, so I've been kind of aimlessly working different retail jobs. It's enough for me, I never really had a dream career." You explain, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop. "Sorry, I overshared a bit there."
  Jaemin just shakes his head. "No, I want to learn more about you. Overshare all you want!"
  You just nod and smile, about to ask another question but were interrupted by the waitress placing your food and drinks down in front of you.
  "Thank you," You say as the waitress walks off. "Um, so what made you get three cats?"
  Jaemin laughs. "I don't really know, to be honest. I started with one, then I ended up adopting the other two. They're siblings, I couldn't bear the fact they'd be separated."
  "Awe, that's so cute. You're so admirable." You compliment and you don't miss how he shyly smiles.
  The conversation went smoothly, the two of you learning things about one another. You even told him stuff some of your friends don't even know about. Jaemin felt like a safe space, like you could confide in anything with him.
  Finishing your meal, the question of if this was something more than just a hangout plagued your mind, so you decided to just ask. "Jaemin, is this a date?"
  You just had to ask him when he was taking a sip of his drink. He choked, coughing. You pat his back to help him out, making sure he was okay before speaking again. "Sorry, is it not?"
  "It originally wasn't, but if that's what you want it to be, then sure." Jaemin smiles at you. His eye contact was magnetic, you couldn't stop yourself from looking at him.
  "Okay..." You replied meekly, not expecting that reply. Your face was burning at this point.
  Your body jolts when Jaemin's hand covers your own hand, that was placed on the booth seat. "However, I would like to take you on a proper date. What do you say?"
  Your heart jumped into your throat, not able to speak at his forwardness despite his outwardly shy demeanor. You melt at the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs. "It's okay, Y/N. Don't be anxious."
  It's like he knew you already. "That'd be lovely, I-I mean, I'd like that." You stumble over your words, making you both chuckle in amusement.
  After a few more conversations, you both decide it's time to leave. "I'll walk you home." Jaemin offers.
  "No! You don't have to do that," You shake your head. "But I want to." Jaemin insists.
  "I don't want to trouble you..." You sigh. Jaemin pouts but nods in understanding. "Okay, fine. Just make sure to text me when you get home so I know you're safe!"
  "Fine, dad," You groan, rolling your eyes jokingly. "See ya!" Jaemin just grins, waving like how he did when you first met. "Bye, Y/N!" He calls as the two of you part ways.
  · · âââââââ · ·
  It was the night of your and Jaemin's proper date and you were shaking with anxiety. He was taking you to the movies, so it was going to be a chill, fun date Putting your outfit on, you admired yourself in the mirror.
  You decided on a simple white long sleeved crop-top and a light blue pleated denim skirt. Along with some sheer tights underneath since it was getting colder.
  It was just a casual outfit, but something about it made you look hot. You checked the time and saw you only had 45 minutes until Jaemin arrives, so you scramble to do your hair and makeup.
  Luckily you finished right on time, putting on your perfume as the last step before you heard a knock on the door. Grabbing your bag and putting your shoes on, you open the door.
  "Jaemin!" You exclaim, engulfing him in a hug. You could still feel the lingering touch of his hand on your waist when you pulled away. "You look amazing," Jaemin smirks, eyeing your figure. You couldn't help but feel small in his gaze.
  You took the time to drink him in. His hair was styled in the way he usually does but this time he looks different. Sexy. He wore a simple white t-shirt with a black leather jacket paired with a pair of jeans. "I could say the same to you." You smile.
  "Shall we go?" He asks as he jokingly lifts his arm up for you to link yours with his, and you nod with a laugh. Jaemin opens the passenger door to his car for you and you can't help but tease him for how chivalrous he was being.
  "So, what movie are you taking me to?" You ask, looking over at the man now focused on the road ahead. "It's a secret." He hums and you roll your eyes.
  "If it's a horror movie I might kill you, I swear." You mutter and Jaemin laughs. "I can tell you it's not horror. Don't worry, you'll love it."
  When Jaemin pulled into an outdoor parking lot, you were confused. Where was the movie theatre? But then you realised it was an outdoor cinema, and you squealed. "I've never been to one of these before!"
  Jaemin smiles as he parks his car in a spot that had a clear view of the screen. "And, guess what?" He replies. "It's a showing of your favourite movie!"
  You gasped. He remembered your favourite movie? You both talked about all your favourite things with each other over text but you didn't expect this at all. It may have been the bare minimum, but your heart swelled with love nonetheless.
  Jaemin got a blanket and a few pillows from his backseat and you helped him spread them into the trunk of his car, creating a nice seating area for the two of you to watch the movie comfortably.
  "This is so lovely, thank you Jaem." The nickname rolled of your tongue. "I like that, 'Jaem'." He murmurs, mimicking the nickname. "Call me that more often, baby."
  Your knees almost buckled at the pet name he gave you. His words laced with honey had you wrapped around his finger, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
  After back and forth flirting, you settled into the trunk of Jaemin's car. The movie started playing and you were immediately enthralled, not realising how close you were laying next to Jaemin until you felt his hand rest your thigh.
  You shyly peeked at him, he was fully focused on the movie. You lean in closer to him as the night air was getting colder, and he wrapped his arm around your waist.
  You basked in the feeling of his touch, not wanting it to end. Sadly, it ended as soon as it started, because Jaemin moved his arm to pull a blanket up on the two of you. His touch was quickly replaced by his hand on your thigh again.
  He started tracing circles on the inside of your thigh and you shivered. The seemingly innocent action quickly making you think impure thoughts.
  Swallowing, you looked away out of shame. "What's wrong, princess?" Jaemin asks in a whisper, and you jump at how close he is to your face when you whip your head back around. "Why're you so jumpy?"
  "I-I'm sorry," you stutter, trying not to make a fool of yourself. Jaemin smirks when you look down at his lips, not breaking the distance between you. "Can I kiss you?" You whisper.
  Jaemin doesn't answer as he closes the distance between you, and you melt into the kiss almost instantly. It was sweet and gentle, like he was being cautious. But you got impatient, swiping your tongue against his lips.
  He lets you in, sucking on his tongue as your hand toys at the hair on the nape of his neck. He groans softly onto your lips, enamoured by you.
  You can feel the hand he has on your thigh creep up dangerously close to your growing arousal, his other hand cupping your cheek. When you pull away, he grips your inner thigh roughly. "Wanna make you feel good, can I?" He whispers seductively into your ear.
  You nod your head but Jaemin shakes his in response. "Nuh-uh, I need to hear you say it."
  "Please, Jaem... Want you." You mewl and he grins. "I'll take care of you."
  He pulls you into his lap while still keeping the blanket on you, his hand cups your clothed core from under your skirt, which was now raised up past your upper thigh. You sigh, your head falling into his shoulder as he slips your underwear out of the way.
  "You know, I never hook up on the first date, but you..." Jaemin whispers lowly into your ear, you squirm under his touch when his fingertips just brush your clit, it's not enough. "You make me crazy, I can't keep my hands off of you."
  Whimpers spill out of your mouth when Jaemin's thumb finally rubs your clit, slow and tantalising. The movie was loud enough and the car was far away from others that you doubt anyone would hear you unless you started screaming, so you let out any pretty noises that Jaemin forced out of you.
  His fingers rub up and down your vulva with his thumb still on your clit. "So wet for me, you're adorable." Jaemin cooed, his deep voice so close to your ear. You watch as he moves his hand that was on your pussy up to his mouth, his lips wrapping around his digits.
  He hums in delight, not breaking eye contact with you as he licks them clean of your slick. "Fuck..." You moan softly at his ministrations, your eyelids heavy with lust.
  "Can't wait to taste you properly. But that'll have to wait." Jaemin pouts, the enticing tone of his voice making you insatiable. "Jaem, need more. The movie's almost finished."
  He listens, his fingers dipping into your entrance, but only giving you just a taste of them. He was doing it on purpose.
  You groan in frustration, and he just chuckles while finally putting two fingers inside you. He shows no mercy as he fucks his fingers quickly into you straight away, making you pant and writhe against him.
  You were so wound up already, and he didn't even touch you that much. Maybe it was just his aura, but it felt like Jaemin had cast a spell on you. You were love drunk on him. It was only your first date, you remind yourself.
  When you throw your head back into his shoulder out of desperation, his lips swallow your moans, you could barely breathe with how long he kissed you but you loved it. Then, he added a third finger, then a fourth. You were gone.
  You were already wound up tight but once he added pressure on your clit with his thumb, and you felt his other hand press down on your lower abdomen harshly, it was over.
  "Fuckâ fuck, Jaemin!" You choke out, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. "Shit, you came fast." Jaemin chuckles in your ear, and you feel like crying when you feel him pull his hand away. You were about to protest, tell him to get over himself, but he puts his fingers in your mouth right as you opened your mouth.
  You lick your cum off of them, not breaking eye contact despite the fact that his eyes on you doing something so lewd made you want to crawl into a hole. "You look so pretty." He smiles.
  How could he sound and look so sweet during such an impure moment? "Can I do something to help you out too?" You ask when you shift your body and feel his rock hard cock on your ass. "It's okay, the movies about to finish anyway. I like pleasing you." He shakes his head.
  You hum, turning your attention back to the ending scene of the movie. "I can't wait to sink my dick in that pretty pussy of yours, though." Jaemin whispers into your ear when the credits start rolling, his voice deep and laced with sin.
  "My place or yours?" You ask, pulling your panties back in place and your skirt down before you help Jaemin pack up the blankets and pillows. "Mine."
  When you were in the car on the way back to Jaemin's apartment, a sense of dread suddenly came over you. It wasn't because you were scared of him, it was how he thought of you right now.
  What if he thought you were a slut for hooking up on the first date? What if he just wanted to fuck and nothing more? Your leg started bouncing anxiously as you sat in the passenger seat next to Jaemin.
  "Are you having second thoughts? I can take you home if you are," Jaemin speaks up, worry in his voice. "No, no it's not that... I just..." You trail off, unable to get your words out.
  "It's okay. Let it out." Jaemin reassures, placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing lightly. "Are you just doing this for the fuck, or do you actually want this to go somewhere? Because I do." You speak after moments of hesitation.
  Jaemin stays silent for a moment, before finally opening his mouth. "I gave you my number originally because I had an interest in you since the convenience store, if I'm being honest. This is not just to hook up."
  You let out an exhale you didn't even know you were holding. You stay silent as Jaemin parks his car in front of his apartment building, you could tell he wanted to say more.
  "I do want this to go somewhere. I don't care where, I'd just like to be with you in any way I can. I really like you, Y/N." Jaemin confesses.
  "I know we have just gotten to know each other, but my heart pounds every time I see you, even when I get a notification from you on my phone." He continues and you can't wipe the grin on your face.
  "God, I believe we're fated to meet because why are you so perfect?" You utter and he laughs. "I just poured my heart out to you and that's how you reply?"
  You giggle and playfully shove him. "Sorry, I can't take this seriously. But I'm grateful you can be so emotional with me, because I'm not great at telling people how I feel." You say before giving him a long, passionate kiss that had him melting under your touch. "D-Did you want to come in?" He stutters.
  "Yes, you being romantic really turned me on." You mumble and he rolls his eyes with a grin before grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the car.
  · · âââââââ · ·
  It was no surprise he had you on naked, on his bed in the matter of minutes as soon as you entered his apartment.
  But when he unbuckles his belt, you sink to your knees and move his hands out of the way, doing it yourself and pulling his pants and boxers down in a rush.
  "Jeez, you're that hungry for it?" Jaemin teases but you ignore him as you stare at his cock once it springs free and hits stomach. It was pretty and veiny, the tip flushed from the blood rushing to it. "You're drooling." He says.
  "Shut the fuck up or I won't suck you off." You deadpan and he stops talking. You smirk as he lets out a small moan as soon as his tip enters your mouth.
  "Who's drooling now?" You challenge, looking up at his blissed face. "S-Shut up, I just haven't done this in a while..."
  You giggle and keep sinking down on his cock, your hands taking the space you couldn't fit in your throat without gagging. You start off slow, thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth and jerking the base of it off, Jaemin's soft groans spurring you on.
  His hand in your hair tightens when you remove your hands and try to deepthroat him, but your gag reflex stops you so you pull away. "Sorry, fuck... I also haven't done this in a while." You shyly admit while Jaemin strokes your hair to comfort you. "Baby, you're doing amazing. Don't stress, just do what you're comfortable with."
  Why couldn't every man act like him? You smile and take him in your mouth again, but this time his cock slips past your gag reflex and you cheer internally. "Ah, fuck. Good girl," Jaemin praises and you whimper around his shaft, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.
  "Mhmm, just like that." Jaemin moans, hand in your hair getting tighter as you take him in your mouth deeply. You started playing with his balls, and that was when his moans started getting breathier.
  You could feel him twitch, but as you were getting ready to swallow his cum, he pulls you off of him. You pant, catching your breath as he wipes the spit and drool off of your face. "Wanna cum somewhere else."
  Jaemin helps you up off your knees and lays you down on his bed. âYouâre so beautiful, Y/N.â
 Embarrassment blooms through you, looking away. âDonât hide from me.â Jaeminâs hand moves your head to face him.
 He then pulls away and looks through his bedside table. âShit, I donât have any condomsâŠâ He mutters. âItâs okay.. Iâm clean and on birth control.â
 He hesitates. âWhen was the last time you got tested?â
 âSix months ago. But I havenât fucked anyone since.â You answer. âYou?â
 âLast week. Iâm clean too.â He smiles sheepishly and you chuckle. âIt feels better raw, anyway.â
 Jaeminâs face flushes but he closes his drawer and positions himself between your legs anyway. âYou sure?â He asks one more time.
 âYes, Jaem. Fuck me already.â You groan, sexual frustration washing over you when you have a hot, naked man who is interested in you right in front of you.
 He finally sinks his tip inside of your entrance, his cock going inside bit by bit until he finally bottoms out. You both moan together in relief.
 âYou can move.â You reassure, your hands on his shoulder as he hovers above you before thrusting once or twice, experimenting.
 He wasnât huge so you didnât feel any pain. You werenât sure if it was just because itâs attached to him, but his dick felt good.
 His thrusts started to speed up, his hands holding your hips tightly as your hands scratched down his back.
 âAh- Ah, god,â You whimper as he hits the spot that made you feel stars in only a matter of minutes. âJaeminâŠâ His name leaves your lips drawn out and whiny, just how he likes it.
 âWill you be my boyfriend?â It comes out of your mouth without you realising until Jaemin stills his hips, his dick twitching inside of you. He laughs in disbelief.
 âYou ask me that while Iâm balls deep inside of you?â He teases and you hide your face with your arms, embarrassed.
 âLook at me, Y/N.â He orders and you listen. âYes, Iâll be your boyfriend.â
 He pulls you up for a kiss, this time it was filled with something you couldnât point out but it felt amazing. Then, he snaps his hips up inside of you and goes back to his pace he had before. âFuck!â
 âBaby, youâre gonna drive me crazy⊠Swallowing my dick so tightly, like I was made for your pussy.â Jaemin rambles, too lost in the pleasure to care if he sounded insane, but you ate up every word he said to you like it was your last meal.
 âIâm close.â He whispers, his thrusts getting faster and he snakes a hand to your clit, trying to get you over the edge too. âCome with me?â
 âY-Yeah,â You slur, his relentless pace making you dumb. You felt his dick twitch inside of you before he pulled out, jerking himself off while rubbing at your clit.
 You came at the sight of him alone â all sweaty, moaning and fucked out for you. Your body convulsed and you felt his warm cum on your stomach before he collapsed beside you, pulling you into an embrace.
 You gave yourselves a few minutes to come back to Earth. âLetâs get cleaned upâŠâ Jaemin mutters, helping you to his bathroom.
  · · âââââââ · ·
 You and Jaemin had been dating for a month now, and you basically became his catsâ mother. You were over at his apartment any time he wasnât busy with college or work. You fucked like rabbits too.
 Youâd suck him off when heâs trying to write his papers, heâd eat you out when you were chilling on your phone. You made love almost every night⊠You were content.
 After not dating anyone for almost four years, Jaemin coming into your life was the best thing that could have happened to you, and you couldnât help but thank Luna for coming to your apartment building that day when she escaped Jaeminâs.
 âHey baby, you finished?â Jaemin knocks on the doorframe to get your attention. âAlmost, give me a second.â
 You type the last sentence onto your laptop, closing it with a smile. âFinished!â You exclaim.
 âFinally, Iâve been waiting all day to touch you.â Jaemin groans. You giggle as he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom.
 âWell now you have all night.â
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ᥣđ©àŸàœČàŸàœČ slow down âą chuuya nakahara
synopsis âą every week you find yourself in one of chuuyaâs club, one reminiscent of a speakeasy. as his subordinate, you know of each and every one of his establishments. what you never expected was for him to show up to one of your performances. lucky for you he shows up to reward you handsomely for a successful show.
warnings âą (buckle up this is gonna be a long one) fem!reader, swearing, alcohol, dubcon, intoxication (both parties), use of the pet names âdollâ and âbabyâ, Ćsfw, hair pulling, chuuya is a tease, power imbalance, grinding, very slight exhibitionism, fingering, finger sucking, oral (f -> m), unprotected sex, dacryphilia, wall sex, creampie, cockwarming, i cannot be blamed for what i wrote that wasnât me
wc âą 9.4k
a/n âą this has been sitting in my drafts for so long waiting for me to find the will to finish the smut (â_â;)
the atmosphere is warm and inviting. a mixture of expensive perfumes, liquors and smoke builds an aroma that, although slightly suffocating, is also surprisingly delightful. itâs busy, just like every friday night, thanks to the main act. at least, thatâs what chuuyaâs been told.Â
earlier in the week, his subordinates noticed that numbers for this club in particular, have gone up significantly. itâs now chuuyaâs most popular establishment. friday nights, especially, are giving him high revenue. he isnât complaining by any means, he just wants to know why so maybe he can bring that aspect of this business into his others â or at the very least thank whoever it is thatâs responsible for these numbers.Â
heâs come to realize that his sales have spiked strictly within the 9-10pm time frameâthe peak of the friday night show. he allows performers, mainly singers, to take the stage at night. itâs somewhat of an experiment on chuuyaâs end. speakeasies are far and few between; he wants to know if thatâs due to the lack of interest or just the lack of organization. heâs happy to see that thereâs still interest.Â
chuuya wants to see it for himself. thatâs what led him here, at his own club in the vip section. heâs sat forward, leaning on the table, his hands folded in front of his face as he anticipates the curtains parting to reveal the subordinate rumored to have captivated this entire club and its patrons. the ginger wasnât given much to go by, but he knows itâs someone that works under him, itâs supposedly how they managed to get the most coveted slot.Â
itâs clear, however, that their talent is what allowed them to keep the slot.
youâre nervous. itâs the first time since your very first performance on this stage that your palms are sweating underneath the leather short gloves you wear. you were told earlier this evening that you had a special guest tonight. when the stage manager told you âno pressureâ your fingers twitched, itching to reach for the knife you kept holstered and hold it up to his throat. those two words always had the opposite effect and something told you the bastard knew that.
you take in a shuddered breath as you look at the backstage clock. itâs nearly time. those curtains are about to open and reveal you to whoever it is thatâs so important on the other side of the heavy red velvet cloth. you shake your arms and take a few calming breaths as the lights dim further than they already are.
itâs showtime.
you make the decision to not look. you train your eyes to the ground as the curtain rises from the floor, slowly revealing you in your fitted black floor length dress. the thigh slit that reaches your hip leaves you feeling far more vulnerable and exposed than youâd like to admit. as you look everywhere but at the vip section you realize you may be revealing far too much skin with an important guest in the audience. the top half of this dress wasnât any better either. the short sleeves felt as though they were simply a decoration â hanging off your shoulders exposing not only just your shoulders, but your collar bones and cleavage as well.Â
youâre hyper aware of your appearance and now so is chuuya. his breath hitches when the curtain reveals you. you looked devastatingly beautiful, the kind that could ruin his life and he would thank you for it. how did he not know it was you? youâd always piqued chuuyaâs interest. he paid closer attention to you than his other subordinates and he had noticed you were always busy on friday nights, but he never would have imagined in a million years that this would be the reason. chuuya didnât even know you could sing but here you were, singing like a siren and ensnaring the executive in your trap. he was absolutely mesmerized, hanging on to every word you sang.
the executive desperately wants you to look at him but he quickly notices youâre adamantly avoiding the vip section â his section. do you know heâs here? does he make you nervous? the thought of making you nervous stirs something inside of him. something he thought he had suppressed a long time ago because itâs entirely inappropriate of him. chuuya desires you, deeply, desperately, dangerously. watching you on that stage, in that dress has him clenching his jaw. his self control is waning quickly.Â
you get through the first song with a surprising amount of ease. your rigid muscles relax as you melt into the melody. your nerve endings igniting with the reverberations of the instruments behind you. you feel electric, everything buzzing as you make it to the last song.
luckily, for you, itâs only supposed to be a short set tonight, 3 songs total. so, when you reach the end of the final song you finally allow yourself a glance. your eyes widen and lips part in utter shock to find the very bicolored eyes that have been haunting your thoughts since you first laid your sights on them. as the curtain drops you reel at the fact that the important guest was none other than the club owner himself, your superior in the port mafia, and executive. chuuya nakahara. your vision tunnels and ears ring as you pretend to listen to whatever praises are being handed over by the crew. you manage to accept them with grace easily then dismiss yourself to your dressing room.
you donât think much time has passed since the curtain dropped, but youâre proven wrong when you walk through the threshold of the dressing room and the door is promptly shut, revealing your superior. your posture turns rigid and chuuya watches you intently as you swallow thickly. you think the look in his eye is something akin to a predator gazing upon its prey. chuuya doesnât miss your change in demeanor and the way your throat bobs anxiously. itâs all he needs to know that his earlier suspicions were right. he does make you nervous.Â
you bow your head instinctively and offer him a respectful greeting, just like youâd normally do while at work. âi was told someone important was coming to watch my show tonight but i wasnât aware itâd be you, thank you for coming, nakahara-sama.â
âchuuya. no need to be so formal hereâŠâ although chuuya would be lying if said you referring to him in such a way didnât do something to him.
here you are, the most gorgeous woman heâs ever had the pleasure of laying his gaze upon and youâre being the respectful one. as much as chuuya wants to boast about you clearly admiring him as a superior, thatâs not what heâs here for. now that he knows youâre the one that has brought his club popularity, he needed to reward you properly.
âyou watch him carefully, making sure he means what he said â it doesnât take you long to realize heâs being sincere. âright. then⊠thank you for coming, chuuya.â
oh. his name has never sounded so sweet. but when it falls from your lips like honey, he canât help but to crave more.Â
your voice is saccharine, a true gift from the angels. in fact, your superior isnât quite convince you arenât an angel after hearing that set. you truly must be otherworldly. itâs the only explanation.
âhave to say, didnât even know you could sing, let alone sing like that.â you watch as the ginger crosses his arms over his chest and leans back on the door. chuuya adjusts his hat and peers down at you through his surprisingly long lashes.Â
youâve never been a skittish person, but chuuya nakahara makes you nervous as hell. âi wasnât keeping it a secret. you just never asked.âÂ
ââspose i should apologize for that then, huh? i just assumed i always made it obvious that i paid special attention to you. but i guess in this situation, that still wasnât enough. how do you suggest i make up for not asking, doll?â his bicolored eyes scan your face, an easy smile stretching his lips.Â
you blink once, twice, three times trying to comprehend what heâs asking you. his smooth honey-like voice entrancing you and making your mind dizzy at the utterance of the term of endearment. your mind is simultaneously moving too fast and too slow. youâre buffering in real-time. you try to snap yourself out of your stupor but itâs hard when the most gorgeous man is standing in front of you, gaze lidded and hungry and directed towards you.
you swallow thickly again and manage to rasp out, âbuy me a drink?â
the ginger cracks a smile and before he can even say anything, thereâs a rap at the door. chuuya pushes himself off the wooden panel and swivels around. he only cracks open the door enough for him to peek his head out and speak with someone in a hushed tone. you canât see anything and you think twice about trying to peer over the executiveâs shoulder. chuuya toes the door shut and turns around presenting you with a wide grin. Â
âwhy donât we move this conversation back to my section in the club? i have a surprise waiting for you there.â chuuya steps closer to and casually reaches out and holds the middle of your bare back to guide you.
you donât have time to form a single coherent thought to even think about declining. youâre being gently pushed towards the dressing room door that chuuya manages to hold open. his hand doesnât leave your back for a second as you both walk to his semi secluded section. your head is dizzy again. the feeling of the smooth leather from his gloved hand sends a shiver through your spine that you swear he notices, if the smile heâs wearing has anything to show for it.
when you get close enough, you notice two empty glass flutes and the most expensive bottle of champagne this club carries sit atop the table of chuuyaâs booth. itâs probably the most expensive bottle of alcohol youâve ever laid your eyes on. there was no way that was the bottle you thought it was. when you finally get closer you quickly read the label. sure enough you were right, a bottle of dom perignon plenitude 2, brut champagne 2003. your eyes nearly bug out of your head and your mouth moves before you can even second guess your words.
âthis is not what i meant, chuuya, this⊠i canât accept this.â you stare at the bottle of champagne carefully, it costs far more than what you make in a night singing here.
chuuyaâs smile is warm and reassuring as he sort of chuckles through his nose. âdonât worry, doll, you deserve this. itâs no sweat, just enjoy it, okay?â his hand slides up to between your shoulder blades and down again just above the swell of your ass then he repeats that action a few times, clearly trying to sooth your anxious mind.
you involuntarily relax and eventually concede. âfine, i suppose if youâre offering⊠who am i to refuse at least a glass?â
the grin that you receive from the executive is nothing short of triumphant. the way his nose scrunches a tad bit and the way the dimple on his left cheek becomes more prominent makes him look much younger and full of energy than his usual demeanor does. his smile is contagious, you canât help but to offer him one of the same value. it takes his breath away.
you take chuuyaâs breath away.
the ginger sits in his thoughts and admiration just a little too long. you notice his sudden daze and tilt your head in confusion. âyou still here with me? why donât you do the honors. itâs embarrassing to admit, but iâve never been very good at opening champagne bottles.â
chuuya lets out a chuckle and reaches for the bottle. you watch in wonderment as he pops it open with ease. you figured chuuya would want the first pour but after filling the first glass he hands it straight over to you. youâre not sure if itâs true but youâve heard something about the first pour after opening a bottle of wine was the best. you wonder if the same applies to champagne.Â
at some point during your walk over to the booth, chuuya had taken off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. he mustâve gotten hot, you vaguely rationalize. you try, and fail miserably, to not ogle at the extra bit of skin and muscle the executive is displaying. maybe he had the right idea. it was getting hot in here.
 if chuuya notices he doesnât say anything.Â
he does notice, itâs hard for him not to. his lips curl slightly at the way your eyes not so subtly trail along his arms. you probably would have caught it if you werenât so preoccupied. he thinks about making a remark but doesnât want to embarrass you. so, instead, chuuya clears his throat and holds out his drink to make a short toast.Â
you tilt your head with a look of curiosity, waiting for him to make his toast.
chuuya gets the memo and clears his throat almost as if he was nervous. âto your successful set tonight and to making this my most successful club.â
âthis is your most successful club?!â you canât help the obviously baffled guffaw that leaves your throat.
you knew this was a popular club. the public loves the idea of a speakeasy. an obvious difference in vibes from a modern day club â it was a welcomed change. after all, thatâs what drew you to it in the first place too.Â
to think that this club was so bustling because of you, however, was an entirely different thing. there is no way that this establishment is so lucrative based solely on your performances alone. you canât possibly take full credit for it. somebody had to have come up with the idea of open mic nights. whoever that was, should be toasted to. not you.
chuuya chortles, clearly finding the shock in both your face and expression amusing. âyes, doll. friday nights specifically. theyâre my best nights.â
oh.
yeah, you couldnât exactly delude yourself into thinking the club's success isnât because of you anymore. these were clearly your nights. the idea is far too much for you to wrap your head around. you never would have imagined that people enjoy your voice in general. so, to know they not only enjoy it, but they seek it out every week makes your head spin.
you need more champagne.
you finish off the last few sips you have left in your flute then reach for the very expensive bottle sitting next to chuuya. youâre not fast enough, though. chuuyaâs nimble fingers wrap around the neck of the dom perignon to pick up the champagne. you think heâs trying to play keep away with you but youâre proven wrong when he tops you off â still with an amused lopsided grin gracing his features.Â
you take generous and consecutive sips from your newly poured glass, downing almost all of it in one go. your eyes water and throat stings from the influx of bubbles filtering through your esophagus. the expression on your face scrunches up into a grimace, the sting from the champagne surprising you. you panic as you feel an air bubble traveling back up. you try your best to suppress the burp threatening to release from your throat. you're successful but in place of a burp you let out a squealed hiccup. itâs soft enough to where you think you may have gotten away with it but the look on chuuyaâs face says otherwise.
the executive is clearly amused, displaying another wide smile. âthought you said you were only going to have one glass? youâre gonna end up too tipsy before i can even ask you to dance with me.â
you look at him in a daze. your face heats up and you come to the conclusion that itâs equal parts embarrassment and the alcohols affect. your whole body ignites, buzzing as the alcohol runs its course and makes your inhibitions loosen.Â
this is dangerous.Â
who knew all it took was two glasses of expensive champagne to have your head spinning and mind wandering to places about chuuya it shouldnât. he is your boss, your higher up, your superior. itâs embarrassing, really, thinking the ginger would, in any way, reciprocate your interest. it had to be a ridiculous notion, right?
wait.
rewind.
he said dance with you. he wanted to dance with you? god, you now desperately wish you hadnât drunk so much already. the thought alone of dancing with chuuya made your legs wobbly, add the alcohol in the mix and your leg muscles were turning to jelly.Â
âdance? you want to dance⊠with me?â your mind clearly wasnât wrapping around the concept.
chuuya gives you a curious look. âwhat? donât think i can dance?â
you werenât expecting his playful tone and that devilish smile thatâs gracing his lips. as a matter of fact, this chuuya â the one here tonight â is a far cry from his usual self. although you suppose youâve never seen the executive in a setting where he can be more relaxed. the port mafia doesnât exactly allow chuuya much room to be a laxed 20-something year old. heâs the strongest ability user, after all. heâs also the port mafiaâs most talented fighter, with and without his ability. heâs a forced to be reckoned with and it radiates off of him when heâs wearing his executive mask. a scowl is almost permanently etched onto his face. you actually used to think it was his resting face.
the aura he radiates is one of intimidation. stained red from the blood of his victims and scorching like a raging fire. you hate to admit it but you used to avoid chuuya. he terrified you. but the more you were around him and the more you saw of him that changed.
of course, every interaction youâve had with him thus far has been strictly professional, naturally. yet, you wonât lie, there was more than one occasion where youâve let your mind wander to what heâs like outside of his duties. you got glimpses of it in the way he interacts with those heâs truly close with. you think that chuuya it beautiful. a stark difference from the horrifying monster the lower ranks paint him out to be.Â
but even when heâs with the people he trusts the most, heâs still at work. this is different. so, you decide this chuuya, here tonight, is refreshing.Â
youâre not sure if the decision is solely based on your current inebriated state or not, but right now you could care less. you finally let yourself relax, nerves rolling off your body and evaporating. itâs a visible change that chuuya makes sure to take note of as you return his current energy.
âchuuya-san, thatâs quite the assumption, donât you think? what makes you think that i spend any time thinking about whether you can dance or not?âÂ
your lashes flutter almost flirtatiously (you blame it on the alcohol) as you tease him. you know well that he hates being referred to in such a formal manner â even by his subordinates. chuuyaâs quick, though, and immediately catches on to your teasing. his bicolored eyes almost twinkle with amusement and he offers you a hand. the action is so smooth you donât even question it, in fact, you donât even react at first.
âfirst you question my dancing skills and now you refuse to dance with me? damn, doll, youâre breakinâ my heart.â chuuya snorts at the way your face twists in horror as you realize whatâs going on.
âi- no! iâm not- thatâs not- !â you stumble over yourself, words spilling from you faster than what your mind can keep up with. you take a breath and grab the gingerâs hand, quite aggressively, and pull him onto the dance floor.Â
youâre not quite sure where this sudden burst of confidence comes from, maybe yet another thing to blame on the alcohol, but you roll with it. despite the look and feel of the club, it was still past midnight on the weekend. the speakeasy atmosphere has been replaced with a dj and modern music filtering through every conceivable speaker in this establishment.Â
everything is vibrating, it makes it hard to discern whether your fingers are steady or not. god, you hope your fingers are steady as you guide chuuyaâs hands to your hips â you also hope youâre not being too forward. the thought is distant and nagging, much like if someone was lightly hammering a dull nail to the back of your head. you let yourself slip into the anxiety spreading in your chest and for a split second, you think your fears are founded, because the gravity manipulatorâs fingers ghost your hips, distinctly not finding purchase on your hips.Â
the thought of him being nervous too isnât plausible in your mind, so you donât even entertain it.
just as youâre about to draw back and pull away, mortified by your own boldness, your breath catches. in fact it almost halts altogether because chuuyaâs pulling you closer to him. with your back flush to his chest, you can feel the heat of his body emanating from him. distantly, you wonder if he just naturally runs hot or if itâs just the club, the people all around you, the buzz of the alcohol.
the heat is oddly calming, a reminder of his presence safeguarding your largest vulnerability. maybe thatâs the reason he chose this position in the first place, the act of dancing was already exposing enough, you didnât need to worry about your back being watched when chuuya is sheltering you so well.Â
chuuyaâs wandering hand splaying across your lower stomach and pushing down says otherwise, though. a pleasant chill courses through you, despite the humid air.
you need to steady yourself, his presence is entirely overwhelming, consuming you almost completely.Â
all you can do, all you want to do, is breathe him in.
you need to ground yourself before you do something stupid. you reach up behind yourself and clasp your hand around the back of chuuyaâs neck, fingers scraping against his skin lightly as you card your fingers through his hair. the tips of his own fingers on your lower abdomen bite into the fabric of your dress. his other hand grips your hip and guides you, moving you against him â with him.
itâs easy, moving your body in tandem with his. matching his movements was easy and you have to admit to yourself that heâs a really good dancer. chuuya has total control over his body and knows exactly how to move it. you donât know why youâre so surprised, his extensive training in the martial arts and flexibility have to make for an excellent dancer and it shows.Â
youâre so caught up in the feeling of him, the heat of him, against you that your source of intoxication shifts from the alcohol to him. youâre so drunk off the smell of him, off the closeness of him, off the way you can feel every hard muscle of his chest and abdomen against your back. your senses are so clogged up with him that nothing else is getting through.
it doesnât help that your body is moving on itâs own.
or is it?
no. itâs chuuya, heâs guiding your body. your ass is firmly pressed against him, grinding into him and you hadnât even noticed in your stupor.Â
this is so inappropriate. heâs your higher up for godâs sake. this is wrong, right? but then againâŠthe executive is the one thatâs leading your actions, heâs clearly enjoying himself as much as you are. no harm in indulging yourself in him if heâs helping himself to you, right?
in the same moment, chuuya is dipping his head down, lips grazing and breath ghosting the shell of your ear. âyou still doubtinâ me?â
you take in another shuddered breath. this man is killing you. heâs doing this on purpose, he has to be. you try to put the blame solely on his shoulders â you want this to be all him so badly. but you know thatâs simply delusional because youâve been drinking and you know very well how alcohol makes you act up.
chuuya teases you further by dropping his head down to your shoulder and nestling his face in your neck. you can feel his warm breath fanning over your skin. electrifying every nerve ending in your body, making your whole being feel like itâs buzzing. you donât miss the way his lips stretch into a satisfied smirk. itâs then that you realize â heâs doing all this on purpose. the executive is toying with you, creating a game out of making you squirm and seeing how long your self control can last.
how cruel. he knows how stubborn you can be, showing that side of yourself in almost every mission you two have worked together. but heâs never had experience with you intoxicated (luckily for you). so, chuuya also has no idea just how far you throw your inhibitions out the window when alcohol is involved.
the ginger is taken by surprise when a small noise akin to a whimper is released at the back of your throat. if he wasnât so close to you, he would have missed the noise completely, but he caught it loud and clear, much to your embarrassment. chuuya is stunned further when your backside presses into his front and grinds down harder than your previous slight brushing. youâre absolutely shameless about it, fingers digging into the base of chuuyaâs scalp.Â
you move your head and match his lidded gaze. âpleasantly surprisedâŠâ
in that moment you both move without thinking. itâs like something possessed you both, swam into your brain and took control. it happens so quickly too. one moment youâre simply staring in to eyes and the next, your lips are crashing into the gingerâs, meeting him halfway. itâs surprisingly smooth, an easy kiss considering your slightly intoxicated state. his lips are so plush and soft. you donât know what you expected. youâve caught yourself on multiple occasions watching him apply chapstick regularly and each time you were caught in a trance at the action.
chuuya knows exactly what heâs doing, almost as if heâs thought about this before â kissing you. his movements are deliberate and surprisingly soft for how eager he seems. your lips move in sync, slotted together and fitting in a way that makes you think that maybe you were made for one another. itâs a ludicrous thought, you know, but that doesnât stop you from relishing in it all the same. this must be what dying and then going to heaven feels like, light and elated.Â
youâre both moving your bodies to the music around you. itâs quite impressive how chuuya is able to still lead you into moving in time with the beat reverberating through your bones. you turn your body so your chest is flush with his and you bring your other hand up to cup the executiveâs face. he takes that opportunity to hold you closer and deepens the kiss. the ginger nips at your bottom lip then shamelessly swipes his tongues along it, eyes open to gauge your reaction. another whimper escapes you and you feel his lips curve once more into a satisfied smirk.Â
instead of deepening the kiss further, like where you thought chuuya was leading this, the man in question pulls away. you chase his lips but heâs too quick and you canât manage to recapture them. how frustrating, it was just getting good too. your face scrunches in confusion.
âchuuya, no-â you lean in and leave an open mouth kiss on his neck and then suck some of his skin into your mouth and graze your teeth across his porcelain skin. chuuya lets out a shuddered breath but keeps his composure, for the most part. âmoreâŠâ
your whine elicits a breathy laugh from the executive and he brings his hand up to gently stroke your cheek. he watches as your pretty eyes flutter shut at the slightest of touches. his imagination starts to run wild as he thinks of the types of reactions he can pull out of you when he does more to you. the thought alone almost drives him insane. you two need to get the hell out of this club and away from prying eyes.
âwe have eyes on us, doll. why donât we get out of here?â chuuya hums at you questioningly.
your eyes clear from their haze when the gingerâs words register. â...and go where?â
âmy apartment. itâs not too far from here. plus- i brought a driver with me tonight. what do you say?â
the executive, your higher up, detaches himself from you and holds his hand out for you to take. your decision was made the moment you set eyes on him while on stage. you easily take his hand and allow him to lead you out to the car he had waiting for the two of you.Â
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the car is nice, again it was something that costs far more than what your level at the port mafia could afford, but youâre still surprised. chuuya enjoys driving, so you never imagined him using a chauffeur. although you suppose heâs responsible and since heâs been drinking at a clubâŠthis is clearly the chuuya thing to do.Â
the chauffeur does his duty and goes to open the door for you. the younger man, someone you donât recognize so he must be lower in ranks than you, is stopped by chuuya. the boy, youâve decided heâs much younger than you â somewhere between 18 and 19 years old â startles at the executiveâs hand landing on his shoulder.
âyou can return to the car, kid. iâve got the doors.â chuuyaâs tone is light, but still, his words come out as a command.
the chauffeur looks absolutely horrified, obviously thinking he did something wrong and scurries back to the driverâs side. the ginger, on the other hand, clearly pays it no mind as he opens your door for you and offers his hand for help. you let out a light giggle and chuuya canât help the smile that creeps onto his face.
âwhat i do now?âÂ
you shake your head at him in amusement. âthat kid looks terrified. are you sure heâs even old enough to drive?â
âhe is. taught him how to drive myself. trust me, heâs more than capable of driving us to my apartment.â he tilts his head to indicate that you should get moving into the car.Â
instinctively, you do as he says and make your way into the car. your head is still spinning from the champagne you had earlier and suddenly everything is moving quickly. chuuya gets into the car and tells his driver to get moving before lifting the partition, separating the two of you from the boy up front.Â
not even a moment later you find one hand gripping the armrest of the car door and the other gripping chuuyaâs arm as he has his own ungloved hand shoved in between your thighs. his middle finger is toying with you, circling your clothed clit. your grip on him tightens when he shoves your panties to the side and gathers your wetness before focusing on your clit again.Â
your hips stutter and head falls back. your hazy senses distantly warn you that maybe doing this in a car where you arenât alone with chuuya wasnât a good idea. what if the driver opens the partition to ask something of your higher up. once again youâre smacked in the face that this isnât exactly right, you shouldnât be headed home with your boss.Â
youâre brought out of your thoughts when chuuyaâs fingers dip down further and prod at your entrance. your breath hitches as he pushes his middle finger inside of you. his fingers are the perfect size, surprisingly long and not abnormally thick but not thin either. youâve found yourself on multiple occasions staring at chuuyaâs hands in the rare moments he actually removes his gloves.
you can feel a noise bubbling in your throat when he brushes his thumb across your clit. âchuu-â youâre cut off when the ginger adds another finger.
you bite down hard on your lip, trying to not let any noises travel to the front of the car. chuuya notices and leans in, his arm reaching over to spread your legs open. his lips find yours as he does so and in that very moment he chooses to start languidly pumping his fingers in and out of you. you canât help yourself as you let small moans escape you but the man pulling them out of you makes sure to swallow them up.
when chuuya pulls away from you his bicolored eyes watch you carefully. âno need to hide your pretty noises from me, baby. âs soundproof.â
at that reassurance you let out a string of curses while his hand still works you skillfully. you donât think a man has ever been able to make you feel this good with just his hand. hell, you donât think even a woman has pulled you so close to the brink this fast with just her hands. itâs almost embarrassing how good heâs making you feel. whatâs even worse? chuuya notices.
ââm i makinâ you feel that good already? gonna be good and cum for me, doll?â chuuyaâs fingers speed up, both the ones inside you and the thumb he has brushing against your clit.
you squirm at the increased intensity. your abdomen feels like itâs on fire, the warmth spreads and your vision starts to become spotted. your other hand on the car door now flies to his arm too and you brace yourself the best you can.
âmm fuck- chuuya- gonna- oh m- cumming!â you let out a silent squeal, mouth hanging open as your head is thrown back against the headrest.Â
your body convulses lightly as you plummet. the same warmth building from earlier now spreading throughout your entire body. your vision blurs and everything sounds muffled. moans are falling from your mouth but you donât even register them. chuuya is merciless with his ministrations. he continues to guide you through your orgasm.
once youâve settled down, all of your tense muscles relax and you slump into your seat. you let out a whimper when chuuya finally pulls away, leaving you feeling distinctly empty. you loll your head around to look at the executive. itâs all you can muster in this moment while youâre still trying to catch your breath.Â
the sight youâre met with almost makes you cum for the second time. the ginger looks over to you, catching your gaze immediately. as he maintains eye contact, chuuya brings his hand up to his lips and pushes his soiled fingers past them. you watch as his eyes flutter and throat bob while he drinks up the juices you left behind on his skin. he lets out a sinful groan and you swear itâs the most alluring sound youâve ever heard.Â
you sit up straight and brace yourself for climbing over the center armrest but youâre both startled by a knock on chuuyaâs window. thatâs when you realize, you must be at his apartment because the car had come to a stop. you reach for your door handle but the sound of the executive behind you clicking his tongue draws your attention away from it.
you peer over at him and heâs giving you a disapproving glare. âdonât you dare touch that damn door, be patient, yeah?â
you feel your face flush, you donât think youâve ever been scolded for trying to open your own door. unable to find your voice you simply nod your head. a gratified smile stretches across chuuyaâs face. he opens his own door and before he slips out he looks back at you.
âgood girl.â
you choke on your own spit.Â
those two simple words are enough to have your thighs rubbing together, ready for him again. youâre blaming all of this in the two glasses of champagne you had back at the club. there was no way one man (derogatory) was pulling this kind of reaction out of you on his own. that would just be utterly ridiculous.Â
thatâs what you try to convince yourself of when your car door opens and chuuya offers you his hand again. you gladly take it considering this time your legs are a little shaky. the gravity manipulator politely dismisses the driver and guides you into the building.Â
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the ginger has you attached to his hip as the both of you step through the threshold. the lobby is quiet and almost sparkling. you think that this lobby is nicer than the entirety of your apartment. the difference is almost jarring. the older man thatâs sitting at the front desk waves politely at chuuya and the executive gives him a friendly wave back.Â
âgood evening, nakahara-sama. i see youâve brought a guest.â the older man looks at you with a warm smile. âsuch a pretty young lady. itâs nice to see nakahara-sama with someone, he rarely has guests outside of his work colleagues.âÂ
you feel your face heat up in embarrassment. if only the man knew. but who are you to spoil his fun? in fact, you find yourself joining in.Â
âitâs nice to meet youâŠâ
the old man blanches and looks almost mortified with himself. âhow rude of me! my name is tanaka.â
you introduce yourself as well and give the man a mischievous smile. âthank you for boosting my ego, tanaka. itâs nice to know chuuya isn't bringing home many women.â
the older manâs eyes widen and he tries to stifle a snort.Â
âalright. you two are dangerous together. have a good evening tanaka.â chuuya quickly ushers you away with a sour look on his face. âto clarify, thereâs a reason i donât bring other women around and itâs not for the reason you think it is.â
you snicker and canât help the sardonic smile thatâs plastered on your lips. âthen tell me, whatâs the real reason, chuuya?âÂ
you vaguely notice you pass a hallway of elevators and instead walk directly to a separate one with a key card pad.Â
âyou. youâre the reason i donât bring anyone else around.â
his voice is surprisingly soft and timid, you donât think youâve ever heard him say anything without full confidence. you blink, the switch in his demeanor is so staggering you buffer for a moment. that paired with the implications of his words has your mouth flapping like a fish out of water.
you try to attribute the fluttering in your stomach to your earlier activities and not his words, yet youâre unable to form a proper coherent thought. âwhat do you- what?â
chuuya finds your blanching absolutely adorable. the ginger lets out a short chuckle. he doesnât explain himself. instead the ability user leans in and holds your face with his now gloved hand. he searches your eyes for a moment, you donât know what heâs looking for but after a moment you think heâs found it because his face relaxes into a satisfied expression.Â
he leans in all the way this time, capturing your lips with his own. the kiss starts off gentle but quickly turns fervent when he presses you into his and a wall. thatâs when you feel a distinct bulge pressing on your stomach. the thought alone makes you whimper.Â
you detach yourself from chuuyaâs lips and press your head against the wall behind you, the ginger isnât deterred as he starts to trail kisses along your jawline. âchuuyaâŠhave you been hard this entire time?â
youâre met with a grunt as chuuya all but ignores your comment and works his way down your neck. you let out an amused puff of air and look for the button for what you can only assume is his private elevator. all youâre met with is that damn keycard pad. your arm is snaked around his waist and you tap on his back to gain his attention.
âchuuya, call for the elevator.â your voice comes out far more strained and breathy than you meant it to and you watch as chuuya notices.
he pulls away from you, only enough for him to reach into his pocket and give you an amused smirk. âsince when were you the one to give the orders, huh, doll?â
you give him a deadpan look, clearly not amused by his teasing. chuuya, however, evidently thinks heâs hilarious and chuckles to himself as he leans back and scans his keycard to call for the elevator. this was the port mafia executive everyone is scared of? the strongest ability user in all of japan, maybe in all of the world? to you, in this moment, he seems like just some regular 20 something years old loser. heâs so lame and somehow you find it utterly endearing.
the elevator dings and the doors open. a lightbulb goes on in your head and you have a brilliant idea. without wasting another moment you push chuuya into the elevator and before he can even get a complaint out â you knew it was coming by the look on his face â your hand starts stroking his clothed cock. the ginger lets out a hiss as he stumbles back into the wall.
chuuya lets out a shaky breath thatâs a stark difference to his following words. âshit, no need to be so rough. âm all yours.â
âi donât knowâŠsomething tells me you enjoy rough, chuuya-sama.â your tone is teasing, referring to the title tanaka previously used with the executive.
you watch in absolute amusement as your superiorâs eyes fly open and brows shoot up. he looks at you with the most scandalized expression. heâs only ever seen this side of you with his other subordinates, your equals. he never realize how much he craved this type of interaction from you until just now. you just gave him something so precious and you donât even know it.Â
chuuya is so astonished he canât even formulate a way to tease you, his mouth is just blurting out words before his brain can catch up.
âwhere the hell did that mouth on you come from? just earlier you were trembling at the sight of me watching you sing.â you watch something flash in his eyes and his lips curl up devilishly. âyâknow what? i think i deserve a reward for making you cum so easily in the car. what dâya think, doll?â
you back away, a mischievous smile of yours matching his perfectly. you donât keep the distance very long â someone had to hit the floor button to get this elevator moving. once you feel the soft jolt of the elevator you make your way to where you left chuuya, still leaning against the wall and watching your every move. the moment youâre close enough to him you sink to your knees.Â
youâre face to face with the gingerâs bulging crotch and you stare at him through your lashes. âis this what you had in mind as your reward?â
âyeah, something exactly like this.â chuuya reaches down and runs the fingers of both his hands through your hair, he gathers the tresses all together and fists it all in one hand in a makeshift ponytail. you hum in appreciation. while still looking at the freckled man through your lashes you stick your tongue out and lick a stripe across his clothed length.Â
the executiveâs eyes flutter, a clear indication that he was sensitive, having been hard for far too long. his eyes momentarily leave yours and flit over to the floor number the elevator is passing. chuuya never thought he would ever value the slow ascent of this damn elevator but heâs found a new appreciation for it. youâve only climbed 3 stories, which means you still have 20 more. thatâs plenty of time, certainly enough for you to get his dick wet enough to slide right into your warm cunt once the elevator has made it to your destination.Â
youâre quick to earn chuuyaâs attention back when he hears the sound of his buckle being undone. heâs met with the sight of you using your teeth. fuck. chuuya has always known youâre sexy, but this? this might actually drive him insane. a sweet smile curls at your lips as you watch him unravel before your very eyes.Â
you hasten your movements, popping the button of his slacks open and using your teeth, once again, to drag the zipper down just enough that his bulge in his boxer-briefs is freed. you do the same with his underwear and, god, when heâs finally free you have to take a moment to admire it. you think itâs the prettiest cock youâve ever seen, truly. thatâs saying something considering you donât necessarily find the sight of them attractive.
the length of it is just as pale as the rest of his body but the closer it gets to the tip, his skin turns into a soft pink. his veins are visible and pulsing at this point and his tip is already drooling. you notice how thereâs a string of precum thatâs attached to the wet spot on his underwear but you keep any comments to yourself.Â
you look up to chuuya only to find him already watching you. he must have caught you staring because his breathing is shallow and his cheeks are flushed the same shade of pink as his tip. you smile at him again and dart your tongue out to gently lick the slit of his tip. the ginger's head immediately falls back and he lets out a puff of air.Â
how is this man real?
you lick up his precum and it tastes absolutely divine. what the actual fuck is he made out of? and what the actual fuck is he doing to you? you actually think itâs insane how much youâre enjoying this.Â
your lips wrap around his tip and a low grumble reverberates in his chest. youâre so fucked. down horrendous for this man. your thighs start rubbing together and heâs not even hitting the back of your throat yet. this is so humiliating, no, this is so pathetic of you. you gladly got on your knees for this man. what the fuck is wrong with you?
âhah- doll, keep your pretty eyes on me, yeah? sh-shit- wanna see you cryinâ when you take all of me, got it?â chuuyaâs bicolored gaze is somehow still sharp despite the obvious loss of a filter.
oh.
oh.
thatâs whatâs wrong with you. this man isnât just a man. this is chuuya nakahara. port mafia executive, strongest ability user and apparently the owner of a silver tongue. your own had reaches up to his, the one thatâs holding your hair and you guide him in shoving you down onto his length. you relax your throat and easily take him all in. your nose is buried in his pubic hair and eyes flutter as you test tightening up your throat around him. you gag around chuuya and he letâs out the most obscene moan you think youâve ever heard.Â
the port mafia executive looks a mess. his free hand is tightly gripping his hat atop his head and the perspiration forming on his face starts to trickle along his temples and down his jawline. his breathing comes out in pants and he looks absolutely destroyed. a flicker of pride spreads across your chest. sure, this man has you on your knees voluntarily but you think he would just as easily get on his knees for you. you have this powerful man in the palm of your hand.Â
the hand tangled in your hair tugs on you just harsh enough to pull you off of him completely. âjesus christ, i canât- fuck- doll. i canât keep doing this, i need to be inside of you. right now. need to be buried in your pretty cunt, please-âÂ
chuuya doesnât wait for your response, he lifts you off the floor of the elevator and hoists you up. his grip on his self control is noticeably waning as he momentarily uses his ability to skip stabilizing you on your feet and immediately has you wrapping your legs around his hips. your head is dizzy, everything moving so quickly. the ginger notices and instantly corrects that.Â
he has one arm wrapped around you and itâs enough to keep you stable. ââŠsorry⊠i got carried away. are you ok with this. we can wait, just 5 more floors and we can go to my bedroom where i have condoms.â
his free hand strokes the hair away from your face. the gesture is soft, a complete 180 from his previous behavior. you lean into the touch, letting your eyes fall shut for just a moment to relish in how he calms you.Â
you hum lightly and open your eyes to look at him earnestly. âno, i want you now too. think weâve both waited long enough.â
chuuya smiles at you and leans in to steal yet other kiss from you. this one is soft but just as desperate as the rest of them. he sneaks his hand between the two of you and pushes your underwear to the side once again. you feel his cock nestle itself right between your folds.Â
chuuya lets out a strained exhale and moves his hips to slide himself between your folds. âfuckinâ hell, doll. youâre so damn wet, could get off just like this. wanna feel how soft and warm your pussy is, though. can i, baby? please?â
your hands tug at the hairs at the base of chuuyaâs neck and he hisses. âchuuya, please, just fuck me already.â
thatâs all the confirmation chuuya needs. he uses his free hand thatâs still positioned between the two of you to grab the base of his dick and align himself with your entrance. his tips prods at you and as heâs sinking you onto him, both of you letting out an absurd amount of moans, the elevator finally dings. the doors open to reveal chuuyaâs apartment to you.Â
you would love to admire the vast living quarters but your attention is solely on chuuya. the way he stretches has you in near shambles. hiccuped whimpers leave your lips and you already feel so full.Â
you werenât going to last like this, there is no way in hell youâre going to last more than maybe 5 minutes. but based on chuuyaâs reaction, incoherent babbles falling past his lips and hair matted to his forehead with sweat, neither was he. the mafiosoâs present enough to know youâve made it to his apartment.Â
chuuya plants a hand on both sides of your ass and walks you into his home. he kicks his shoes off haphazardly and you let yours fall somewhere near his. your superior makes it all but 7 paces forward before heâs pressing you against a wall in the foyer.Â
âyou feel sâfuckinâ good, baby. sâtight and warm and soft. sâperfect fâme.â the gingerâs words are slurred, more so than when he was actually drinking.
youâre in no better condition as you whine out, âchuuya, need more. need you to move, wanna feel you moving inside of me.â
who is he to deny you of such a pretty request. youâre practically sobbing when chuuyaâs hips roll into you before pulling back and bullying back into your fluttering cunt. you let out a loud moan, almost screaming, the kind that hangs on the walls and echoes throughout the room. before you can get too carried away, you crash your lips into chuuyaâs and let him drink up your noises just as you do with him.Â
his grip on your ass is bruising as his fingertips bite into the plush skin through your dress. god, your dress, it was one of the nicest articles of clothing you own and now itâs most definitely ruined. you hardly have the capacity to worry about that right now.
chuuyaâs pace quickens to an impossible pace. heâs jostling you around so much that your head dizzies and you canât even keep your lips attached to his. you let your head drop to the executiveâs shoulder and your lips ghost his earlobe. your moans and whines are now loud and clear in his ear.Â
a guttural groan escapes the ginger and his hips begin to stutter. heâs close, you identify it right away. he was going to cum soon and you were still on the brink, barely not there yet.Â
âmore, chuuya need- oh my god- need more, pleaseâŠâÂ
chuuya hums out an acknowledgement â maintaining his pace, he frees one of his hands and reaches between the two of you once more. his middle finger locates your clit with ease and it almost sends you spiraling right then and there.
your forehead nuzzles further into chuuyaâs neck at the extra stimulation. âchuuya- fuck- chuuya, chuuya, chuuyaâŠ.â
your mind finally goes blank giving way to the man bullying into your cunt so deliciously. heâs all you can hear, feel, smell, taste and see. your senses are consumed by him. your eyes well up with tears at the immense amount of pleasure your experience.Â
itâs only when you have enough sense to pick up your head to warn chuuya of your incoming orgasm that your fuzzy brain registers the encouragement and cooing heâs offering you.
chuuyaâs voice is strained but his comfort is enough to send you into a fit of sobs as you finally crash into your second high of the night. this one is far more intense than the last. you feel your walls convulsing around chuuyaâs cock, sucking him in and trying to keep him nestled deep inside of you. the aforementioned man seems to be at his wits end and his next words prove you right.
âo-oh- hah- fuck- doll, âm gonna cum- fuck- where do you want it, where do i- shit-â
you grip his shoulders desperately and let out a whimper, still incoherent and flitting in and out of consciousness as your orgasm still washes over you in waves. âinside- chuuya, want you to- mmm fuck- want you to cum inside of me. please, please, please-â
thatâs it, thatâs the only thing you need to say to have chuuya burying himself deep inside of your cunt and spilling into you. you can feel the way his cock twitches and pulses against your walls as he empties himself. you both breathe in unison as your try to catch your breath and come back to reality from the mind breaking pleasure youâd just experienced.
chuuyaâs the first to come back. he straightens, letting his coat hit the floor. heâs gentle, moving you to lean into him as he continues to support you when he peels you off the wall. you hum in appreciation and vaguely realize you should wrap your arms around his shoulders, so you do.Â
chuuya doesnât take you far. youâre lifting your head the same moment heâs squatting down to sit you both on the couch. he hoists you up, ready to slip himself out when you let out a noise thatâs a cross between a whine and a whimper. youâre shaking your head at him and how is he supposed to say no to your tear streaked face.Â
chuuya allows you to cockwarm as he pulls his phone from his pocket and starts typing.
your head tilts in confusion and you furrow your brows at him. âwho are you texting?â
âthe boss and akutagawa.â chuuyaâs quick to answer as he types away still.
ââŠwhat for?â
he smirks and looks at you this time while he speaks. âi need to tell the boss iâll be missing our meeting tomorrow and akutagawa that youâll be absent from assignment tomorrow. looks like weâve both come down with a hellish stomach bug.â
your face flushes at his implication. it seemed to you chuuya didnât plan on letting you sleep much tonight. you find yourself running your hands over his shoulders and chest. you wouldnât mind seeing him completely undressed. when you look back at him, he seems to have the same thought as his eyes drink you in.
itâs probably for the best that he was calling you both off duty tomorrow. it seems like you have a long night ahead of you.
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Why choose between riding a cowboy, a stallion, or an Italian when you can have all three? In which you find competition for the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost in the American West.
mdni holy shit. f / m, shameless smut just like pure filth. p in v, wild west au, TONS of christian imagery via metaphor??, mild praise + size kink, leon's a tease as usual
word count: 1.69k <3 // read on ao3
a/n: re6 leon turns my brain into illiterate mush and this is the proof. i wrote this 1 word an hour. i couldn't cope. ignore the half assed banner, half assed writing, half assed everything. listen to nessa barrett's song from the title. god bless you all.
God makes no mistakes: youâre on your knees in the back of an Arizona saloon, but youâre not exactly praying thanks. God is a vision in dirty blond as far as youâre concerned. Howâd you end up here?
Enter Leon Kennedy: outlaw on the run.
He hadnât gotten the memo when angels started coming down to Earth and wanted to give you the warm welcome you deserve.Â
âSeriously?â You laugh; swirl your watered-down whiskey.
âIâve always wanted to try that one out,â Leon grins. Cocky and magnetic, he takes your hand in his own calloused one and guides you to the dance floor. âBut you havenât seen my real trick yet.â
âAnd whatâs that?â
âThis.â
Every other beat of your heart finds you in a dizzying dip over the floor as Leon leads you in a dance akin to gunfights in Tombstone, except Leon is more than O.K. at what he does. Heâs got you in a trance with his hands spanning your waist.
Sucking in dust and his woodsmoke cologne, you gasp, âWhereâd you learn how to dance like that?â
âYouâve never been danced properly before?â Leon laughs. He spins you like youâre the moon.
âNot like this!â
âOh darlinâ, you donât learn by talkinâ about it. Keep dancing and youâll figure it out.â
Figure out a two-step you might not have, but you can figure just fine what Leon means when his hand slips up the hem of your blouse. A hungry thumb soon lines your brassiere right under the nose of the barkeep.Â
âYouâre crass, Leon,â you whisper.
âIs that a no? Iâll treat you right if you let me.â
God expects his servants to give and take, and youâve done a lot of taking so far, no? Youâve been a little down on your luck lately. Canât afford to tempt fate that way. So you pull Leon down by the collar, whisper back with your lips lined in devil red, âMake it my treat?â
His smirk glimmers in the dark. âLead the way, doll.â
Quickly, quickly. Miracles disappear in the blink of an eye and Leon needs to take you before you can disappear into the night. Rope-toughened fingertips fly down your lined blouse, slip the silk off to unveil your sun-freckled shoulders behind the barkeepâs storage door. Youâve spirited Leon away for twenty minutes at best before the saloon closes and the workers come barging in. Youâve got to pay penance for this, havenât you?
You sink to your knees.Â
Leon hooks his hands under your thighs and sits you right back up on a crate, and gets down on his knees.
What.
Youâre running on borrowed time, you canât afford tweaks to this arrangement. âI thought we had a deal?â you scowl.Â
But you forget God makes no mistakes. Leon is his creation, so causation, correlation, you do the math. Your anger dissipates at the first swipe of his thumb over your clothed slit. Wetness blooms at his touch, and Leon chuckles as your breath shudders. Genesis.
âWouldnât be very gentlemanly to let a lady do all the work.â He kisses the spot between your legs, looks up at you with eyes of oasis blue. âYou know I take the lead.â
Your chest heaves. âI do.â
âIâm good at it.â
â...You are.â
"And I know this isn't your style. All I ask is that you let me earn my keep.â
Well, that goes without saying. And so Leon flips the script.Â
He starts lining burning kisses down your thigh, entices you with an âOpen for meâ, sighs dreamily when your legs part of their own accord. A previously bothersome, soaked scrap of lace falls at Leonâs feet.Â
âOh, baby, you shouldâve asked next time. Look at this mess. Wouldnâtâve needed to be so quick, then.â
Try and look down, but Leonâs already latched his warm mouth onto your clit, sucking like itâs a Tootsie pop. You throw your head back in ecstasy.Â
Waves of feel-good wash over you in all the colors of a pinkening sunset, gold at the edges and red hot at the center, your own overflowing with slick as Leon dips his tongue inside â oh, oh, oh, swirling the colors with each revolution around your sensitive pearl. Your thighs threaten to clamp around his head. He keeps you pliant, capping your knees with rough palms.
âLeonâŠâ you canât help but whine.Â
âJust workinâ ya a bit. Think youâve had enough?â you hear him groan from underneath.
Youâre barely breathing. âNeedâŠneed more.â
âDonât seem that way to me from here. God, youâre gorgeous.â Leon croons, sucking a tender bite a little ways from where you need him most, over the softest part of your inner thigh. A landmark so he can hope to find his way back. He taps your knee. âTime?â
The dusty clock on the barkeepâs desk reads ten minutes to twelve; you relay this with difficulty as Leon does his damnedest to render you incapable of speech. He hums, considering. The vibration shoots right up your core.
âIâve been in tighter spots,â he eventually decides, shooting you a lopsided grin as he hefts you higher on the crate youâve practically melted off the side of, âNo offense, doll.â
Youâd laugh if you werenât so close. âLow-hanging fruit, Leon.â
âYou taste sweeter nohow.â
Missing his mouth already, you pull him back into a kiss. His leather belt clinks in time with the glasses back inside the bar as he unbuckles it, and you take the time to appreciate how youâre level with him even perched atop a crate. Leonâs got height on you.Â
Inches where it matters, too. His cock bucks in his hand when it finally springs free, and you bat your lashes up at him âcause it seems Leonâs been keeping secrets. Heâs thick, ruddy and leaking, got a halo over the head of his dick in the light that creeps in from under the door, and you make a prayer to put your mouth on him if you cross paths once more. Your fingers barely go all the way around.
âMake a deal with me, cowboy,â you breathe. âI let you have your fun. Now, you let me.â
Leon cocks a brow. Heâs antsy, understandably so. âWhatâs that entail?â Â
Plywood burns the back of your jean skirt as you slide off the crate, Leon watching as you shuck off the denim, pool it underneath your feet. You reel him in by the collar just to shove him onto the barkeepâs high-backed chair. Leonâs eyes widen when your thighs bracket his and everything suddenly makes sense as you center your cunt tantalizingly over his painfully erect length.Â
Heâs rasping, needy. âThis what you had in mind?â
ââFraid so.â
âYou sure?â
You scoff haughtily, dragging a smile from him thatâs all lynx. âYour wish is my command, miss.âÂ
Palms start gliding up your torso, thumbs rub circles on the undersides of your breasts. Leonâs collarbones collect moonlight streaming in from the open window and you want to lap it all up like milk, but youâre getting distracted. The clock is counting closer to midnight. Adrenaline makes you heady. Maybe you should tell Leon to get a good handle on your hips when you sink down on his dick â point blank.Â
All the way to the hilt.Â
He takes it in stride as best as he can. âTight, doll, ah,â he hisses, head bobbing, âso tight. Gonna send me to heaven.âÂ
You shift your hips experimentally, whimpering at the stretch. Youâre a lousy judge of character but an apparently worse judge of size because you have no idea how youâre going to do this. Leonâs thumb reroutes to your navel, North Star that it is, and travels down to wait over your clit. Technically, youâve still got the lead. Everythingâs still. So so still. Youâre about to break.
The minute hand ticks.
âLeon, please,â you whimper.
âWhatâs that, doll?âÂ
You paw uselessly at his chest. âNeed help.â
Leon clicks his tongue in sympathy. Itâs hard to get mad at a thing like you no matter how tough you sell yourself. Smart mouth and pretty eyes, bubblegum sweet underneath, something heâs gotta help. Leonâs always been a sucker for the damsel in distress type.
So he calls down a miracle. âI gotcha, sweetheart.âÂ
You cry out in relief at the lifting sensation of his hands around your hips. This is another dance youâve yet to learn, it seems.Â
âI gotcha.â Leonâs voice is a psalm over the burn of his cock inside you. A familiar thumb sneaks in between where you and he meet; whiskey and mint on his breath intoxicates you when he murmurs, âDid so good for me, darlinâ. Doesnât feel too great right now, does it?â
You sniffle. âMm-mm.â
âGonna let me make it better?â
âPlease.â
Leon indulges you. Taking advantage of the slick velvet heâs wrapped in, he glides you up just the tiniest bit, revealing the inch of his length youâve covered in your arousal. You watch transfixed as he lifts your hips up and down. Baby steps. Stomach flips. You leave him coated in stardust like youâre made of it.
Leonâs in awe. âSee that?âÂ
But youâre too far gone to take notice of anything but the embers in your stomach, seconds away from crumpling onto his chest. You were once sitting proudly upright. The extent of your desire hits like a revelation once your insides finally mold around him, like it was all prophesized, and you canât tell up from down when Leon starts to piston you on his lap.
Five minutes 'til itâs all over: Youâre tender and boneless and about to explode. Leon is relentless. Sweat drips from his brow like holy water. He kicks the barkeepâs chair to barricade the door because you were right, thereâs no way youâre making it out here alive.
Your thighs ache with exertion, steering you on their own.
Four minutes: âCanât take it, Leon!â Youâre going under. The flood is no myth.
âTell me where,â he grits, desperate.
Three.Â
You want him to pull up the ladder.
Two.
âWhere, doll, where?!â
One.
âInside.âÂ
And God, you burn brighter than the sun.
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@tyrannicalshiv replied to your post:
hey doll, on yer knees an give yer husband a kiss
Without hesitation, the Queen sinks down onto her knees & gives Slick a kiss.
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this song is soooo diner waitress!reader meeting benny for the first time <3
you've just got done scrubbing down a table, finally clearing the towering mess of leftover food and slop on haphazardly placed plates. using your hip, you jut into the swinging door, swiftly moving into the kitchen and placing the dishes down on the nearest table, conversing quickly with your coworker about the annoying teenagers at table 6. it's all very sudden, benny's appearance, and there's not even any time for "when you know, you know," he's just there and everything is different, forever.
the swinging door comes flying open, and in comes the owner of the diner, holding benny by the collar of his vest and yelling about "another fuckin' vandal dining and dashing!" benny, ever the show-off nods his head to the staff, mouthing "hello" teasingly to those watching, until he gets to you. he straightens up a bit, pushing his broad shoulders back and settling into a grin. immediately sucked into the allure that is benny cross, you maintain eye contact with the biker. after your boss takes his brief breather, he lightly shoves benny forward, and you can see the bikers face contort with repressed angerâ "any minute now and he'll swing," you think to yourself.
your boss yells as benny straightens himself out, "you better get to dish washin' kid, your fuckin' check is worth $30 alone on milkshakes" "uhh no i don't do that sir" "what do you mean 'you don't do that?'" "well... i don't look mighty good in a hair net, don't you agree sweets?" and that's when you realize he's speaking to you.
stunned, and awe-struck by the devastating beauty, temper and magnetism of the unknown biker, you stare at him, and he lightly tilts his head, waiting for you to speak. once again, your boss shoves benny towards the sinks, grumbling to you about keepin an eye on him, as benny declares "don't i at least get a phone call?" all faux innocence. exasperated, your boss throws his hands up and leaves, leaving you & benny tucked away in the corner of the kitchen as the staff bustles around you.
facing the sinks, benny places his hands on his hips, and turning to you he asks "jesus christ... they make you do this shit nightly?" finally finding your voice, you stutter out softly, "y-yeah, sometimes twice a night if.. if we're short staffed-" "you got a boyfriend?" shocked at his sudden line of questioning, you stare straight down, looking at your clean white sneakers as you blush "hm? what?" "you got a boyfriend?" he replies; almost instinctually, as he shifts his body towards yours, his leather boots sticking to the linoleum floor beneath you.
"no. no, no boyfriend.. uh.." "benny.. 'm benny" and with his silent insistence, you tell him your own name. he rolls it off his tongue, pulling it between his teeth and resting it on his soft, bubblegum lips with a content sigh. "well... i ain't gonna stay here too long, you got a backdoor in this joint?" "yeah! yeah! over here is.. the back door." shaking your head at your embarassed rambling, you walk ahead of him, not sensing the wide smile etched on benny's face as he watches you whirl through the kitchen, your pretty ponytail flowing behind you as he leans forward and lightly tugs to see you blush more.
"there's a phone here too benny, if- if you want your phone call!" you smile out, all kindhearted and loving towards the consuming man you've just met. moving towards the phone, and brushing your arm in the process he coos "thank you doll, don't go far now, kay?" and you don'tâ even now, at the beginning of it all, you'll listen to him, feeling protected and safe in his deep voice and commands. twisting to face the stoves, you try not to listen to benny's conversation with the strange "johnny" character with a sweet, slow voice on the other line.
in your thinking of benny and his long legs & the sound of his keys jingling with his lighter in his pocket as he walks, you manage to hear one little bit of their conversation, "johnny, this little birdie, 'm gonna marry her. courthouse, fuckin' church, i don't care, whatever she wants i'll do." and for a moment you're saddened, turning to benny and staring at him with wide eyes, his legs crossed at the ankle as he speaks. his eyes meet yours, baby blue and soulful, warm & hardened, posessive and free, all at once. of course he'd have a girl, he's a walking dream; you'd seen how the other waitresses eyed him up.
in the midst of your minor devastation, feeling the crushing weight of the loss of a love you'll never know, he smiles at you, pearly teeth shining as he twirls his pinky ring, and asks you (still on the phone with johnny, may i add), "what'dya think sweetheart, you more of a courthouse or church kinda girl?"
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yandere gym bunny x gn reader smut ;; dom yan/sub reader, risky/public setting, use of sex toys (app controlled vibrator), praise, dacryphilia, mommy kink? (only said once), reader referred to as baby and doll
the buzzing is so fucking loud. people had to know what was going on, right?
you trembled violently as you tried to finish your reps, staring daggers at valentina as she chatted with someone across the gym. it had became a habit of hers, to pretend to be busy elsewhere simply so she could watch you struggle as she toyed with you from afar. the sight of her on her phone, no doubt messing with the app that controlled the vibrator she had stuffed you with, all while chatting away with her friend made your skin burn.
an excruciating jolt of pleasure buckled your knees and nearly sent you to the ground, involuntarily gritting your teeth to keep yourself from crying out â a punishment from tina for pausing during your workout for too long. you managed to just barely choke down your moans, but the noises that you couldn't keep from slipping past your lips still drew concerned glances from other patrons. you were making a scene! it was so humiliating!
you could hear your girlfriend's sadistic giggle from across the gym when she amped up the bullet's power. you couldn't move, could barely breathe â the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of your painfully sensitive walls being assaulted by waves of intense vibrations. all you could do was lean and squirm against the lifting equipment you were sat on, silently praying that you wouldn't make a mess in your shorts in front of everyone.
it felt like hours had passed before she finally returned to your side. you could barely focus on her words, but you could pick up that she was feigning worry and gently tutting at you for 'pushing yourself too hard'. just loud enough to keep the few that had picked up on your odd behavior from bothering you. she gathered you up in her arms and led you away from the main part of the gym.
thank god the pool room was empty. the second valentina had closed and locked the door behind the two of you, you had to hold onto her, unable to stop the tears from cascading down your face.
"m-mmommy," you sobbed, curling up against tina's chest. "'s too much! please make it stop, i-i can'tâ"
you cried and cried, whimpering against your girlfriend as she held you close. your pleas mostly fell on deaf ears â she was listening to you, of course, but she just couldn't bring herself to act on your needs. you were just so cute when you cried for her.
valentina gently held your face in her hands, drinking in your ruined form.
"you're doing so good, baby," she cooed, leaning down to your ear to give you a playful nip. "sweet lil' thing. want me to make it stop?"
she was already stooping down to her knees in front of you when you rapidly nodded, unable to stop yourself from panting in anticipation as tina left a trail of sticky, lip gloss laden kisses down your neck, collar, any exposed skin her lips could find on her way down. her hands slid beneath your shorts. the way you trembled as you stood, desperately pressing you thighs together to try and keep the unrelenting pleasure from overwhelming you was enough to get valentina biting her bottom lip.
"look at you, dripping for me~" she purred, her gaze hungrily running over your newly exposed flesh as she pulled your shorts down to your knees. "fuck, you're soaking. you like it when people watch, don't you? didn't know i was dating a little perv."
you couldn't hold back the choked moan she pulled from you as her fingers gently worked their way into you, that overwhelming heat burning in your stomach once again when she prodded at and pulled the vibrating black bullet out of you at a painstakingly slow pace. she savored the way you involuntarily bucked your hips, watching you watch her with that desperate look in your eye, fighting so hard to stop from getting too loud and alerting anyone as to what the two of you were up to.
you tried to speak again, but the feeling of valentina gently nipping the skin of your inner thigh made you gasp.
"be quiet for me," she muttered, the feeling of her breath between your legs making you tremble. "you're so perfect. you can keep it up a bit longer, can't you?"
you honestly didn't think you had much of a choice in the matter. but you couldn't help the small flush of satisfaction that her pleased smile brought you when you nodded.
"that's my doll," she purred, her tongue coming out to meet your wet, sensitive flesh. "let me make you feel real good."
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     Chan typically never brought his work home. He preferred to keep everything at the studio and not worry on his days off so he could sleep in and spend time with his girlfriend. But he, Changbin, and Han were working on a 3RACHA song so he figured, since he only had a few things left to work on on the track that would take no more than an hour, heâd bring it home to work on.Â
     But, it did not take an hour like he promised his girlfriend. He was getting stressed about it now. He wanted to get it done today to be able to give the other two the finished project. But now Y/n had other plans.Â
     She saw him stressing out again and was also a little upset once that hour mark hit and he was still sitting at that damn computer. So she wandered over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his cheek
     âAlmost done love,â Chan told her as he listened to a part again
     âYou said that thirty minutes ago baby,â Y/n told him, âSave it and come snuggle. let the guys listen and give their two cents later.â
     âPromised them Iâd finish,â Chan mumbled into his hand
     âChan,â Y/n warned him
     âI'm almost done, swear.â
     Y/n sighed and moved between him and the screen, pushing his chair back slightly.
     âLoveâŠâ Chan sighed, leaning back and pulling her onto his lap, âI promise, I just need ten minutes more on this. Then I'm all yours.â
     Y/n sighed, she truly was going to give him ten minutes and then she was going to start teasing him. For now, she just cuddled into his chest âTen minutes,â She said
     âThank you,â Chan kissed the side of her head
     âFull disclosure though, Iâm really in the mood to tease you today.â
     âNoted,â Chan laughed, kind of thinking she was joking.
     He learned after about five of those minutes, that she was not. She started kissing his neck and collar as a warning and he moved one hand to grip her hip
     âBabyâŠâ Chan warned
     âHm?â Y/n mumbled as she sucked on his skin
     âIf I have to stop what Iâm doing then youâre not gonna walk for the next week.â
     âHm. Should have thought of that an hour ago babe,â Y/n continued, knowing Chan was utterly weak to her kisses, escape when she rolled her hips against the semi he was working up.Â
     A very quiet âFuck,â escaped Chanâs lips.Â
     Y/n giggled as she continued; pressing herself down harder on him, sneaking one hand up his shirt, leaving love bites and bruises above the collar of his shirt
     She hadn't even processed; he had saved his work and removed his headphones until he stood up from the chair. âWarned you.â
     âAwe, did I get you worked up?â Y/n giggled as he walked towards their bedroom.Â
     âPoor baby woke up needy today,â Chan teased back before he tossed her on the bed like a rag doll.Â
     Y/n let out a yelp of surprise as she hit the mattress and Chan tossed off his shirt. Y/n smiled as she eyed her boyfriend up and down. Chan grabbed her hips, brought her to the edge of the bed, and started kissing down her neck, leaving small bites as he went. Hands moving up her shirtâ technically his shirtâ and groping her bare breasts. Y/n mewled as she arched toward him.Â
     âIf you wanted my attention you should have asked baby. You know to use your words,â Chan mumbled against her neck
     âBut thatâs not fun,â Y/n giggled as she pushed her fingers into his hair
     âAnd teasing me while Iâm working is fun for you?â His thumbs rolled over her nipples
     âNot supposed to be working today.â
     Chan knew she was right, but he also knew she was in a mood. A bratty one at that, one he was used to seeing. She always seemed to think it was funny to be a brat when he was busy.
     âUp,â he commanded as he stood back. Y/n smiled as she just sat up, knowing he meant to stand up, not sit up
     Chan said nothing, just grabbed her wrist and pulled her up onto her feet roughly, grabbing her neck with his other hand before she hit his chest. âThis is not gonna go your way, darling.â
     âI think it will,â Y/n grinned
     âKnees,â Chan instructed
     âSay please,â Y/n fake pouted
     Chan clicked his tongue before forcing her down on her knees, hand sliding up to grab her chin and force her to look up at him. âMouth open, tongue out.â   Chanâs free hand dipped into his pants and pulled his cock out of his gym shorts. Y/n waited below him, almost impatiently. Chan smiled down at her as he placed the tip on her tongue, sliding it along her tongue before pushing it fully into her mouth. Y/n gagged a bit as he hit the back of her throat.Â
     Chan moved his hand to hold the back of her head rather than her chin. Chan let himself sit in her mouth, keeping her still. After he enjoyed the warmth of her mouth for a moment, he pulled his hips back and pushed back in. Hand gripping the roots of her hair as he fucked her face. Y/n grabbed onto his thighs, letting him do what he wanted to her as she watched from below through her lashes. Moaning around his cock and hallowing her cheeks out for him.
     âFuck, feel so good.â He picked up his pace and glanced down at her, âGonna come in that damn mouth of yours, baby.â
     A few thrusts later he held his promise. Coming in her mouth and then pulling out a few moments later, letting her mouth hang open as the last bit of his come shot into her mouth and partially on her chin.
     âDonât swallow,â Chan said as he grabbed her chin, bringing her back to her feet. âYou swallow it when I tell you to, got it?â
     âMhm,â Y/n replied as best she could with her mouth full. Chan smiled and pushed the come from her chin into her mouth and told her to close her mouth.
     Chan took the action of stripping her of her clothes and then pushing her back on the bed again, bringing her right to the edge of the mattress. He propped her head up with a couple of pillows before getting on his knees in front of her and spreading her legs wide, now face to face with her wet cunt.
     âYou watch me the whole time baby and only get to touch if you want me to stop. You look away or swallow you donât get to come, got it? â
     Y/n nodded her head before he dove right in. Didnât give her any warning before his plump lips wrapped around her clit and sucked hard. Y/n moaned and kept her eyes on him as he ran a finger between her folds. Chan teased her wet hole, dipping just a bit as he lapped at her clit.Â
     He caught her eye just as he slipped his finger in, chuckling at her reaction. The vibration against her clit made the knot tighten in her lower stomach. She gripped the bed sheets as tight as she could while he fucked his finger into her.Â
     Chan pushed in a second finger, and then a third as his tongue flicked her clit. Her legs started shaking as she tried to scream that she was close. But it was pretty impossible with the cum in her mouth.Â
     âGonna be good and come for me?â Chan askedÂ
     âMhm,â Y/n nodded
     âGo ahead baby,â Chan thrusted his fingers into her faster until she came on them. He didnât let her rest, fingering her through her high and licking her clean once she came down.Â
     Y/n whined from the bit of sensitivity and Chan smiled again and came up to hover over her and kiss her neck. One hand stayed between their bodies, sliding his tip between her folds. Y/n mewled and bucked her hips against him.Â
     âAlways so damn needy. Aren't you?â Chan laughed as he slid the tip into her
      Y/n nodded in response as he fucked the tip into her slowly. He pulled out of her and stood back. Y/n eyed him, trying to converse she wanted him in her again. Chan grabbed the pillows from under her head and moved them down under her lower back.Â
     He moved back into position again and rather than starting with the tip, he pushed into her in one go. Y/n arched back due to the angle he was in. Chan grabbed her hips and started thrusting in at a fast and rough pace. She wanted to scream in pleasure but couldnât.Â
     Chan watched her, trying not to swallow him or let it leak from her lips. He smiled when he noticed a bit came out as her jaw opened a bit. âSwallow baby. Wanna hear you.â
     Chan leaned forward and kissed her breasts as she swallowed his cum that had now mixed with her saliva. His lips wrapped around her nipple and one hand came up to knead her other breast.Â
     âFuck,â Y/n groaned from all the stimulation.Â
     His other hand moved slightly over and rubbed her sensitive clit with his thumb. She started squirming under him as her legs wrapped around his waist while he rutted into her.Â
     He popped her nipple out of his mouth and switched to the other one and gave it the same attention.Â
    âWanna come, Chan,â Y/n squeaked out
    âGonna give me another one?â Chan asked as he pulled away from her breasts and looked up at her
     âYes! Wanna come for you again, please!â
     âGive it to me,â Chan placed his lips back on her skin.Â
     A few moments later she came on his cock. Chan groaned when her walls gripped him tight, pulling him in deeper. Chan moved his kisses up to her neck as chased his own, snapping his hips harder into her before stilling and painting her insides with his come.Â
     âShould have stopped working earlier,â Y/n sighed as they both came down
     Chan stood back and pulled out of her, âOn your stomach.â
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fluff 5 and suggestive 1 with megumi pls
give me some luck !
m. fusiguro. | my drug, my addiction.
cw: fluff, foul launguage, established relationship, canon-divergent, gn, civilian! reader. wc: 572. notes: i love him, also, suggestive will be posted seperately, probably in a couple days!
Every morning was the same; routine. Wake up together, get ready together, eat together. But today was different.
Work called, pleading you come early to make up for an empty seat on a project meeting you weren't particularly interested in taking. Neither was your boyfriend, who was glaring you down as you scrambled around your apartment. You were late, so was he, not that it was stopping him. His arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you in,
"Hey, I've got a mission today."
"Yeah, honey, when don't you?"
You laugh, raising a brow at him. He rolls his eyes, tugging you close as he leans in. Kissing his cheek, you try to pull away, thinking that was all he wanted, a little morning fix. But he doesn't let you, sharp eyes pouring into yours. His fingers tapped against your blouse, expectant. Megumi's arm didn't relax, holding you closer. You smirk smugly,
"You gotta' talk, Megumi."
He huffs,
"Come on, doll, it's a special grade today,"
You couldn't help but roll your eyes, swooning as he coyly batted his lashes at you. Megumi couldn't help but adore the playful smile on your lips, burning the light of his world into his memory for him to carry with him. Your eyes stared up at him innocently, brows raised in expressive curiosity and humor. He loved it, loved how you showed all the emotions he struggled to piece together so fluidly. Smiling, enjoying the meaningless banter, he leaned closer to you, breath fanning down your collar.
"I need some luck, yeah?"
"Mm... and I thought you were so skilled?"
You teased back, smiling as the two of you chuckled, his hand patting your back pleadingly.
"And I thought you would wanna give me a littleâoomgh."
"Megumi!"
You laughed at his... interesting choice of sound effect, still held tightly against him. It didn't matter that the clock clicked because, between the two of you, no amount of time could make each other's company anything but the best. You knew you would get some scolding for clocking in late, as if you weren't going out of your way to come in early, but it didn't matter. Not when he was standing in front of you with that stupid half-smile. You wanted to grab his face, pepper him with kisses, but thats too easy and no fun. Grinning up at him, you chuckle,
"what the hell is that?"
"No comment. Please, baby, just give me one more kiss?"
Megumi pleaded, groaning when you just laughed again, pulling away from his gentle arms to grab your purse. Bumping your hip into his, you couldn't help the laugh that bubbled from your lips, making Megumi's phony pout break into an adoring smile. You two still stood at the front door, ready to get to your designated jobs, the rush hour of the bustling city audible through the walls. But it all fell away, like the sound of your laughter was a music sweeter than the honey you always put in his breakfast. His hands run up and down your back, wanting more of you all over again. His eyes glazed over your face, demanding as he tried, leaning forward, to get your lips to meet his skin again,
"C'mon!"
"Better watch out, or Nobara and Itadori are gonna find out how desperate you are~"
He laughs, leaning close, your noses brushing together,
"As if they don't know I love you."
notes: gege could never stop me from loving you. ty for the request!!
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You frown as you read the message preview sent from your best friend. Your eyes flit up to check the time.
Itâs barely past two in the morning. Does this bitch ever sleep? Grantedâ youâre also up late.
You tap on the notification before it disappears, going into your message thread with her and you see the link attached to her horny message.
why are you sending me unsolicited dick pics at 2 am? what would your man think of this?
She replies right away.
first of all i donât have a man second of all itâs a video and just please go watch it
Youâre confused by that first message since she was just raving about this guy she met at her job but you let it go, tapping on the link and waiting for safari to open it up.
The OnlyFans website loads and prompts you to log in before continuing. You go back to your messages.
tabling the i donât have a man convo for another time canât see it because i donât have an accountÂ
Sheâs quick to send you her log in and you laugh out loudâ of course sheâs a registered user.
You type in her email and password, patiently waiting before the post she sent you loads and your eyes widen.
Just the thumbnail has you intrigued. A man, dressed in a tailored navy suit sans the jacket and tie, the fabric of his white collared shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and chest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
The title reads: Late Night at the Office.Â
The transparent play button teases you, almost daring you to give in to the intrigue.
So you tap it.
It begins with the mystery man seated, the frame capturing him from the tip of his strong nose down to the top of his thighs. His features are striking from what you can seeâ plump, pink lips framed by a neatly trimmed mustache, adding a hint of rugged sophistication to his appearance.
His legs are spread wide, unapologetically taking up space, the rich leather of the chair creaking subtly beneath him. His thighs strain against the fabric of his suit pants.
Thereâs something about the way he sits, so sure of himself, so confident in his own skin, that draws your eye immediately to the center of the frame. One hand rests lazily on his thigh, the other cradles a phone, as if heâs deep into an intimate call. His eyes, though hidden, seem locked on you through the screen, pulling you deeper into his fantasy.
And then, he speaks.
âHave to stay late, sweetheart. Iâm sorry.â
His voice slides through the speakers of your phone like liquid velvetâ deep and smooth, carrying an accent thatâs definitely southern but tinged with something else, wrapping itself around each word like a caress.
âDonât be upset, doll. Let me make it up to you.â
His tone is gentle but authoritative, luring you in. The air feels charged, and despite the fact that youâre watching from behind a screen, it feels as though his words are meant for you and you alone.
âWhy donât you undress for me and lean back,â the command is soft yet irresistible.
Your breath catches in your throat, a soft gasp you werenât expecting, as your thighs instinctively press together beneath the plush comforter, seeking some form of relief from the growing ache.
Itâs as if he has some kind of power over you, the pull in his voice coaxing you into compliance. Your skin prickles with anticipation as you glance around your quiet studio apartment, almost instinctively checking if anyone might be watching; like your best friend who lured you into this horny trap in the first place.Â
But of course, thereâs no one else hereâ just you and his low, hypnotic voice filling the space around you.
You pause it, antsy fingers reaching for the hem of your nighttime slip dress, the soft fabric sliding effortlessly off your skin then being tossed aside. Propping your phone up with a decorative pillow at the edge of the bed, you angle it so youâre able to see him perfectly.
You feel a rush of warmth, excitement, as you resume the video and settle back against the mountain of pillows behind you.
âIâve been thinking about you all day, baby,â he murmurs, his tone low and husky, the faintest edge of a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. âCanât stop picturing you, lying in bed⊠all warm and soft, just waiting for me to take care of you.â
Your lips part instinctively, tongue grazing the corner as you feel the pull of lust tightening in your core. Your nipples, already taut from the cool air in your space, ache for attention.
You shift, thighs rubbing together again, unable to stop your bodyâs response. His voice feels like itâs seeping directly into your skin, making it impossible to sit still.
âI want you to touch yourself for me,â he orders so tenderly and impossible to refuse. âSlowly, sweetheart. Just run your fingers over those soft thighs of yours⊠donât rush.â
You obey, hands traversing down the length of your torso until theyâre at your thighs, fingertips grazing your skin lightly as you follow his instructions. Your breath hitches again, heart beating louder in your ears as his voice continues to weave around you, wrapping you in the intimacy of the moment.
âThatâs it,â he purrs, âLet me hear those little gasps. I want you to think of my hands doing that for you. Think of me sliding my fingers up and down your beautiful body⊠teasing you.â
And so you do. You think of his larger, surely rougher touch at your inner thighs. The growing pressure at the apex of your legs builds with every syllable, but itâs not just his voice that has you derailing.
Itâs everything.Â
As the camera lingers on him, you watch his free hand move to the top button of his shirt. His fingers work with deliberate precision as he undoes it then the ones that follow. His movements are slow, taunting you as the shirt falls open, exposing the smooth, muscled lines of his chest.
âYou want to see more, donât you?â he asks the camera, and the teasing edge in his voice makes your clit twitch. âIâll show you, baby. But you need to keep touching yourself for me. I want you to feel how wet I get you. Imagine me right there, taking care of that aching little cunt of yours.â
Heâs intoxicating, and as he slips another button open, revealing more of his firm, toned chest, you slip your hand to your pussy, your body begging for more. You can almost feel the heat of his skin against yours, the way heâs undressing for you, the slow reveal of what youâre aching to see.
Heâs unhurried, intentionalâ he knows exactly what heâs doing, how to keep you, the viewer, on edge.
âLet me hear you,â he commands, fingers grazing his buckle now, threatening to undo his belt. âTell me what you want, baby. Tell me how badly you want me to touch you⊠how much you need me.â
His words have a gush of arousal leaking from your cunt, a whine pushing past your lips as you lightly run a finger down the seam of your folds.
âNeed you so bad,â you murmur to yourself, not caring that thereâs no one there to hear you, no one in the room but the phantom of his presence. Heâs completely transported you into another world, and youâre too far gone to feel any shame in talking to him as if heâs right there in front of youâ or over the phone with how heâs set this scene up.
All heâs done is talk, but itâs enough to render you a puddled mess. The heat licking at your core is undeniable, each instruction winding you tighter.
You canât help but wonderâ are you really this starved for a good fuck, or is this faceless stranger just that skilled at weaving desire into every syllable?
His deep, commanding tone oozes with intention, a carefully crafted tease that seeps through the screen. Itâs clear heâs an expert at thisâ at knowing exactly how to pull you in and leave you aching for more. Now, your curiosity is piqued; what other sinful content could he possibly have on his page?
It suddenly makes perfect sense why your friend is subscribed to him. The moment you come, you know youâll be rushing to make an account of your own, no hesitation, ready to drain your bank account if it means getting more of himâ every cent worth it just to see what else he can do to you.
Heâs catering to something raw, drawing out a fantasy you didnât even realize you had.
âI need you just as bad. Real fuckinâ shame Iâm stuck at the office⊠my cock misses you, sweetheart.â
Your breath quickens as the clink of his belt being undone echoes through the speaker, slipping the leather free from its loops, and you catch a glimpse of the outline of his dick, thick and prominent beneath the tailored slacks.
The sight sends a surge of heat through your body, your skin prickling with desire, yearning for more.
His fingers toy with the waistband of his pants now, brushing tantalizingly close to the bulge straining against the fabric, teasing both you and himself with the promise of whatâs to come.
His voice is low and seductive, dripping like molten honey, each word striking you like a touch.
âI wish I could be in bed with you right now,â he grunts, and you swear you can feel his eyes locked on you through the screen, as if he can see every inch of your trembling body. âYou have no idea how badly I want to worship you⊠feel your skin against mine. Iâd start slow. My lips, my hands, theyâd be everywhere. Iâd make you come so many times itâd make you stupid.â
You moan, finally dipping two of your fingers between your wet folds and massaging at your clit, spreading your slick all over.
âGo head, play with that pretty little pussy. Use your other hand to touch on those perfect fuckinâ tits of yours.â
Your free hand instinctively goes up to cup your breast as you imagine him there with you, his body pressing you into the mattress, lips tracing over every inch until heâs suckling on your pert nipples then moving down to where you need him most.
âI want to taste you,â he continues, his fingers popping the button of his pants then the zipper, âFeel you quivering on my tongue, feel you melt on my fingers as I fuck them into that tight cunt. I won't stop until youâre shaking, begging me to let you breathe.â
His hand slips beneath the fabric as he shifts in his seat, and you can see the subtle movements of him touching himself. The sight alone takes your breath away, the need coiling inside you, growing unbearable as your own fingers pick up the pace, rubbing the sensitive flesh while your other hand works to pinch and tug at your nipple.
âAnd when I finally break you, sweetheart,â he whispers, sending shivers all throughout your body, âwhen youâre crying, trembling⊠pleading me to stop, thatâs when Iâll slide my cock inside. Youâd be so full, so wet, and I wouldnât stop until Iâve reminded you who you belong to, until Iâve had you again and again. Until youâre stuffed so full of my cum that itâs leaking out of your fuckinâ mouth.â
He finally pulls his dick out and you gasp loudly. Itâs fucking beautiful. Thick, long, a few shades lighter than the brown skin of his chest with a glistening pearl of precum right at his slit. He spreads it around the crown of his cock and you salivate, imagining how good the weight of him would feel on your tongue.
Yummy in-fucking-deed.
âFuck yourself on your fingers baby, then stick two into your pretty mouth and suck on them.â
You do as youâre told, sinking two into your fluttering entrance while the ones at your tit slip into your mouth, eyes fluttering close as you suck on them like theyâre his cock. It feels so good, your thumb pressed up against your clitâ the stickiness of your arousal aiding your fingers in pumping in and out of you.
The sound of him spitting snaps you from the mini daze, pulling your attention lazily back to the screen. There he isâ his large hand wrapped tightly around the thick length of his cock, glistening and throbbing as he begins to stroke it languidly.Â
âGot me so hard,â he grunts, his voice thick with lust, âjust picturing you with your fingers in your mouth like a good little slut.â His grip on the phone by his ear tightens, you can tell by the way his knuckles become flushed and you whimper.
âChoke on them,â he growls, âLet me hear you gag.â
Obedient as ever, you push your digits past your tongue and deeper, your breath growing ragged. The moment they hit the back of your throat, you gag, the wet sound loud and raw in the quiet of your apartment.
You sputter around them repeatedly, eyes filling with tears. Choking sounds echoing off the walls, bouncing back at you in a symphony of depravity. Saliva pools in then out of your mouth, dripping down your chin, and the mess of it only heightens the filthy pleasure coursing through you.
You can feel how slick you are, the sheets beneath you now damp from your horniness, every fiber of your being aching for release.
His pace on the screen quickens, the sound of his bated breath mingles with the obscene smacking of his fist against the skin of his cock, grunting between strokes. His dick looks even bigger as it pulses in his grip, thick and veined and covered in his spit.
âBet youâre dripping for me,â his words are strained. âI can just picture it⊠how wet you are, soaking those sheets. Canât wait to hear you come undone for me, baby.â
Your fingers, still wet from the mess of your mouth, slide down your body, grazing over your hard nipples before switching with the ones between your legs, where your pussy is throbbing. You moan at your own heady taste, the relief of your saliva soaked digits in your cunt almost overwhelming.
The tension builds, every stroke of his hand matching the movement of your fingers, the friction pushing you closer to the edge.
âAhhh yesyesyesâ just like that.â You whine, removing your fingers from your mouth and bringing them down to your nipples again to pinch and pull; anything to heighten the already intense pleasure youâre feeling.
The room feels thick with sexual tension, the filthy sounds of your wetness mix with his groans through the speakers, creating an intoxicating melody that pushes you further into your own climax.
âIâd have your pussy stretched out so good,â he continues, hand tightening around his cock as he pumps faster now, thrusting his hips upwards. âHave you feeling me for days⊠filling your sweet cunt until all you can do is squirt all over this cock.â
The things youâd do to make that happen. To have him bend and twist and fuck you in a myriad of pleasurable positions. To feel the thickness of his dick leaving you sore and hurting, absolutely helpless. These desires send you careening toward the edge.
âCâmon baby, give it to me.â
Your fingers move faster, abusing your cunt as your hips buck into your hand. Your breath comes in short, desperate gasps as your whole body tightens.
You can feel it coming, that sweet rush of pleasure towering over you, until it crashes down in a wave so intense, you cry out.
âOh fuck!â
You spasm, back arching off the bed as your digits do all the right moves, chasing the high. In a flood of pure ecstasy, your pussy pulses and clenches, a gush of wetness soaking the sheets as you come hard, giving in to the overwhelming euphoria.
Drool leaks from your mouth like a feral animal, your chest heaving, and your eyes lock on the screen, pupils dilated, watching as he strokes himself through his own climax, his voice thick with satisfaction.
âGood girl,â he breathes, his cock twitching in his hand, thick ropes of his milky cum spilling over his fist as he finishes. âMade a mess all over my lap. Wish you were here to lick it up. Getting to feel that wicked tongue of yours on my spent cock would be like fucking heaven, mi muñeca bella.â
Just when you thought he couldnât get any fucking sexier; he goes and speaks fucking Spanish. Youâre in love.Â
Youâre left exhausted, trembling, and utterly satisfied. Your body hums with the aftershocks, still riding the wave of your orgasm, and all you can do is lie there.Â
Your fingers lazily tracing the wet mess between your thighs, hissing at the sensitivity, as you catch your breath, the screen flickering with his smirking lips.
âIâll be home soon,â he purrs, âTake a nap so I can wake you up by burying my tongue inside that used pussy.â
A shiver runs down your spine, and you let out a frustrated sigh, wishingâ desperatelyâ that this wasnât just a video, but reality. A real call from a real man, someone who could be on their way to you right now. You stare at his disheveled, post-climax appearance on the screen for a moment longer before the video fades out, the last remnants of fantasy slowly dissolving as you blink yourself back to reality.
You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, muscles still quivering, and bend down to pick up your slip dress, your legs wobbly as you walk to the bathroom to clean up.Â
oh my fucking god that was amazing
You text your friend once youâre back in bed, having pulled off the loose sheet that you ruined and thankful that it didnât seep through to the fitted one.
right? i need him so bad you should see some of his other stuff. fucking gold youâre welcome đ
You scoff, a breathy laugh, as you âHAHAâ react to her message. Still, her words stick with you as you open the browser, logging out of her account. The curiosity from before tugs at you harder than ever now, and without a second thought, you find yourself signing up for your own subscription.
When the prompt to choose a username appears, you hesitate, fingers hovering over the keyboard until a sly smile spreads across your lips.
@muneca_bella
Perfect.
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nsfw sub!heizou + gn!reader, overstimulating
"m-my god, please, please, god." you'd never seen him this desperate before.
heizou's work papers are spread out around him on the bed, messily strewn and unorganised. he's only in his shirt, unbuttoned, and his black tie hung loosely around his collar.
he's already cum once, made a mess all over himself but you hadn't given him a chance to breathe as you continue to drag your hand over his cock, your speed not changing.
heizou gasps, fingers grabbing the sheets and his shirt rides up his stomach when he arches his back off the bed, head thrown back and thighs shaking slightly.
"i'm.. i- i'm-" heizou cuts himself off constantly, with whimpers and whines, gasping for air. he can't think about anything but your hand on his cock, and he's bucking his hips into your fist. he feels dazed and dizzy, everything too much because you've never overstimulated him before.
"'m gonna cum, pl-mhfuck please." the last 'please' comes out breathless and heizou looks at you through his eyelashes before he moans loudly, fucking into your fist needily and you just let him.
"you gonna cum again, doll?" you tease, voice soft and you pick up your pace only slightly but it knocks a pretty moan from his lips.
heizou nods all pliant, eyes big and teary and he whimpers, "y-yeah-mh.." his eyebrows are furrowed, pretty lips open in small pants and he's still needily canting his hips into your hand. his laid-back, confident persona had simmered away, desperation clinging to him as soon as you had got your hands on him.
you tilt your head slightly, watching as he fucks himself with your hand and the red haired keeps gasping loudly. you lean over him - unbothered about crushing his papers - hand never slowing down on his cock and you gently hook your finger under his chin to make him look at you. heizou's olive eyes are dazed, only just open as he pants heavily, chest rising and falling and small whimpers leave his lips.
"you're so pretty, darling. so pretty when you're so desperate," you look down to watch your hand slide up and down his pretty cock dripping onto his stomach, "gonna make another mess for me?"
heizou nods again, eyes closing, "mhm.. pl..please."
you can't help the small smile forcing its way onto your lips at how needy he is. you'd never seen him so submissive before, his brain almost completely switched off of anything but you and your hand on him.
"oh, god.. please.." you squeeze his cock lightly, turning his head to look at you again and there's not a single thought behind his pretty eyes other than wanting to cum for you.
heizou makes the prettiest noise when you tease the head of his cock, back arching off the bed as he moans, fucking into your fist once again. you bite your lip gently, watching as he drips against your fingers and you part your lips in awe, "fuck. i could have you like this all day."
you watch him break - panting and gasping endlessly, hands grabbing everything he can: the sheets, your forearm, his work papers by his side.
brushing your thumb over his tip again, you swallow his pretty whines when you press your lips to his. heizou whimpers against your lips, kiss desperate as he gasps into your mouth, hips knocking into your fist in a needy way of showing he was close.
you quietly groan against his lips and he only lasts a few more seconds. it takes just a small flick of your wrist for him to snap.
the red haired pulls away from your lips, head falling back on to the bed in a silent gasp before a loud moan rips from his throat. heizou's back arches, fists gripping the sheets and eyes rolling back when he cums against your hand. you don't move away from his face, watching his eyes open slightly and pretty tears shine in them. you lean down to press a desperate kiss to his lips and he can hardly kiss back, whole body lax.
"fuck, that's it baby." you groan and stroke him through it as he cums, making a mess all over your fist and his stomach and his thighs shake as he gently bucks into your hand. heizou's shirt is crumpled underneath him, along with a few of his papers but he doesn't even realise, chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath.
you don't let up though. your hand still works along his cock, albeit slower than before to help him through the sensitivity. your strokes are light but the touch is enough for heizou to whimper, head shaking, "stop, please.. please.."
"you can do one more, can't you?" you smile, watching heizou's hips stutter every time your hand glides up his cock, "c'mon, darling."
heizou almost cries out once your grip tightens a little, eyes welling up with pretty tears. the red haired breathes heavily, eyes glancing at you desperately, "can't- i can't, please."
despite the denial, he lets out a quiet moan, eyebrows scrunching. heizou's legs unconsciously fall open and a grin tugs at your lips.
"that's a good boy."
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