synopsis: momo only has sex with you for her pleasure, tonight you decide to give her a taste of her own medicine
wc: 2.5k
cw: sensory deprivation, edging, overstimulation, handcuffs, ab riding, teasing
The neon arteries of Shinjuku pulsed outside the floor to ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting jagged streaks of electric violet and chemical green across the polished obsidian floors. Inside, the air smelled of expensive sandalwood and the ozone of a high-end air filtration system. Momo stepped through the door, the sharp click of her stilettos echoing against the marble. She didn't offer a greeting. She didn't ask about the day. She simply shrugged off her tailored blazer, letting it slide to the floor in a heap of charcoal wool, and marched toward the living area where Y/N sat.
Momoâs presence filled the room, a heady mix of corporate authority and raw, unfiltered hunger. She stopped inches from Y/N, her eyes dark, her breath already hitching. She reached down, her fingers gripping Y/Nâs chin and tilting it upward.
"I had a hell of a day," Momo murmured, her voice a low, commanding rasp.
"The board is fighting me on the acquisition, and my head is pounding. I need you to take care of me. Now."
Y/N looked up at her. This was the ritual. Momo loved Y/N that much was evident in the way she clung to her in the quiet hours of the morning. But in the bedroom, Momo was a predator who forgot her partner was also a participant. For months, the encounters had been a one-way street: Y/Nâs hands, Y/Nâs mouth, Y/Nâs exhaustion, all serving the singular purpose of bringing Momo to a shuddering peak.
Y/N didn't move. She didn't lean in.
"What's the matter?" Momo asked, a frown creasing her brow. She shifted, her hips brushing against Y/Nâs leg as she moved in front of her. Through the thin fabric of her pencil skirt, Y/N could feel the prominent, heavy length of her cock already straining, pulsing with a need that demanded immediate satisfaction. "Are you tired? Just get on your knees and I'll make it quick."
Y/N slowly reached up, not to touch her, but to gently push her hand away from their chin.
"Not tonight," Y/N said.
Momo froze. She blinked, her expression sliding from desire to genuine confusion.
"What do you mean, 'not tonight'?"
"I mean I'm not in the mood to be a tool for your release," Y/N replied, their voice steady. "I'm tired of the routine, Momo. I'm tired of being the only one giving."
Momo let out a short, incredulous laugh, stepping back.
"Since when did you become so demanding? I love you, don't I? I provide everything for us. I just want a bit of stress relief."
"And I want to feel something other than the back of my throat or a cramped wrist," Y/N countered. She stood up, meeting her gaze. "But I have an idea. A compromise. I'll help you get off, but only if we try something new. Something where I set the rules."
Momoâs eyes narrowed. The idea of losing control was alien to her, but the ache between her legs was becoming an agony. The sheer audacity of the request sparked a flicker of curiosity, mixed with an overwhelming surge of lust.
"New rules?" Momo whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "What kind of rules?"
"Total surrender," Y/N said. "You give me everything. Your sight, your movement, your climax. I decide when you feel pleasure, and I decide when it stops. If you agree, I'll give you the best night of your life. If you don't, you can go find a massage therapist."
Momo swallowed hard. Her chest heaved, the silk of her blouse straining against her breasts. The thought of being at Y/Nâs mercy sent a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with a sudden, violent craving.
"Fine," Momo breathed. "Do whatever you want with me."
Y/N didn't waste a second. She led her toward the master bedroom, the atmosphere shifting from the coldness of the penthouse to the oppressive heat of anticipation. Y/N reached into the nightstand drawer and produced a pair of heavy, fur-lined steel handcuffs and a thick strip of black satin.
"Hands behind your back," Y/N commanded.
Momo hesitated for a fraction of a second, her CEO instincts fighting the urge to obey. But as Y/Nâs voice dropped an octave, firm and uncompromising, she shivered and turned around. The metallic sound of the cuffs locking around her wrists sounded like a gavel in the silent room.
"Now the blindfold."
As the satin slid over her eyes, plunging her into total darkness, Momoâs other senses surged. She could smell Y/Nâs scent her perfume and the lingering scent of her shampoo, she can hear the rhythmic sound of her lovers breathing. She felt suddenly small, stripped of her status and her sight.
"Y/N?" she whispered, her voice already losing its edge, becoming soft and uncertain. "What are you doing?"
"Shh," Y/N murmured, breath hot against her ear. "I told you. I'm in charge now."
Y/N guided her to the edge of the bed. With a slow, deliberate motion, they stripped her. The pencil skirt was peeled away, followed by her lace panties. Momo gasped as the cool air hit her damp skin. Her cock was fully erect now, a thick, throbbing vein running along the length of it, leaking a bead of clear pre-cum that glistened in the dim light.
Y/N didn't touch her there. Instead, she ran her fingernails lightly over Momoâs ribs, tracing the line of her obliques down to the dip of her waist. Momo jumped, a small moan escaping her lips.
"Please what, Momo?" Y/N asked, her voice teasing.
"Please touch my cock. I'm so hard... it hurts."
"It's supposed to hurt a little," Y/N replied. "That's the point."
Y/N moved behind her, pressing her chest against her back. She reached around, her palm barely grazing the head of her erection, just a feather-light touch that sent a jolt of electricity through Momoâs frame. She arched her back, trying to push herself into the contact, but Y/N pulled away instantly.
"Stop moving," Y/N commanded.
"I can't!" Momo wailed, her voice turning whiny, the confidence of the boardroom completely evaporated. "Y/N, please, I'm begging you. Just one touch. Just a squeeze."
"You're so needy," Y/N whispered, sounding amused. "I love how you sound when you're desperate."
Y/N spent the next twenty minutes playing a cruel game of edging. She used a silk tie to lightly leash the base of Momoâs shaft, restricting the blood flow just enough to heighten the sensitivity. She used a drop of warm oil, massaging the head of her cock with a slow, agonizing circular motion, only to stop the moment Momoâs hips began to buck.
"No! Don't stop! Please, don't stop!" Momo cried out, her head tossing from side to side. "I'll do anything! I'll give you whatever you want! Just let me come!"
"You'll do anything?" Y/N asked, voice low.
"Yes! Anything! Just please, fuck, please!"
Y/N decided it was time to escalate. She moved to the front, pushing Momo back onto the mattress. Y/N climbed over her, not entering her, but positioning herself so that Momoâs erect cock was pressed firmly against Y/Nâs butt.
"This is ab riding," Y/N explained, her voice humming with a newfound confidence.
Y/N began to rock her hips back and forth against Momoâs abs, the friction of their skin creating a wet sliding sound. Momo let out a strangled scream, her bound wrists straining against the cuffs. The sensation of Y/Nâs slick against her stomach muscles, and her butt brushing against her sensitive cock was overwhelming.
Just as Momoâs breath became shallow and her muscles tightened for climax, Y/N abruptly shifted, moving her body away.
"Not yet," Y/N whispered.
"No! No, no, no!" Momo shrieked, a genuine note of panic in her voice. "You can't do that! You can't just stop! I'm right there! Please, I'm dying, I'm actually dying!"
Y/N laughed softly, the sound vibrating in the quiet room. "You're not dying, Momo. You're just learning what it feels like to want something you can't have."
Y/N moved again, this time positioning herself so that Momoâs cock was pressed between her thighs. She began to stroke the CEO, her thighs creating the perfect amount of pressure to bring her to the edge again.
The sound of pre-cum and sweat lubricating the friction filled the air. Momo was shaking now, her entire body vibrating with an intensity that bordered on pain. She was no longer the CEO; she was a trembling mess of nerves and desire, completely dependent on the person she had spent months overlooking.
"I'm sorry!" Momo wailed, tears leaking from under the blindfold. "I'm sorry I was selfish! I'm sorry I didn't care! Please, Y/N, I love you, I love you so much, just let me come, please, please, please!"
Y/N felt a surge of satisfaction. This was the balance she had been craving. Not out of malice, but out of a need to be seen, to be wanted, and to be the center of Momoâs world, even if only for an hour.
"Do you really love me, or do you just love how I make you feel?" Y/N asked.
"Both! Everything! I love everything about you!" Momo sobbed, her voice a pathetic, high-pitched whine. "I'll be better, I promise! I'll do whatever you want from now on! Just please, fuck, I can't take it anymore!"
Y/N decided to give her a taste of the final stage. She reached back and unlocked the handcuffs. Momo didn't try to run; she didn't even try to move her arms to a position of power. Instead, she immediately brought her hands up to grasp Y/Nâs hips, pulling her closer with a desperate, clawing strength.
"Finally," Y/N whispered.
Y/N shifted, swinging a leg over and seating herself fully on top of Momoâs cock. She didn't slide down all at once. The woman teased the head, letting it pop in and out of her entrance with a wet, suctioning sound.
Momo let out a sound that wasn't even a moan, it was a guttural, animalistic roar of relief.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Momo gasped, her eyes still blindfolded, her world consisting only of the feeling of Y/Nâs warmth enveloping her.
Y/N began to move, slowly at first. Sinking down, feeling the thick girth of Momoâs cock stretch her open. The sensation was immense, a filling pressure that made Y/Nâs own toes curl. Y/N began to ride her in earnest, hips grinding in a slow, circular motion that ensured every nerve ending in Momoâs shaft was stimulated.
"Is this what you wanted?" Y/N asked, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
"Yes! Yes, please, more! Faster!" Momo pleaded hips bucking upward, trying to drive herself deeper into Y/N.
Y/N didn't speed up. Instead, she slowed down even more, grinding her clit against the base of Momoâs cock, creating a dual sensation of pleasure. Momoâs heart was hammering against her ribs, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gulps.
"You're so wet," Momo whimpered, her voice thick with lust. "You feel so good... I can't... I'm going to..."
"Not yet," Y/N whispered, though she was slowly reaching her own climax.
Y/N accelerated the pace movements becoming frantic and wet. The sound of their bodies colliding the slap of skin on skin, the squelch of slick and pre cum filled the bedroom. Momo was practically sobbing now, her hands gripping Y/Nâs waist so hard there would surely be bruises.
"Please! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Momo screamed.
Y/N leaned forward, kissing her deeply. Their tongues clashed, exchanging saliva in a feverish, messy struggle for dominance. Y/N sucked on Momoâs tongue, pulling it into her mouth, mirroring the hunger she had felt for so long.
As Y/N felt her own orgasm beginning to bloom in her gut, she gave Momo the signal. Pressing down hard, grinding her pelvis against Momoâs with a final, crushing force.
Momoâs body stiffened. A loud, prolonged moan tore from her throat as she erupted. The first jet of cum shot deep into Y/N, a hot, pulsing flood that felt like liquid fire. Momoâs cock throbbed violently inside her, pumping wave after wave of thick, white seed into Y/Nâs depths.
Momoâs entire body convulsed, her back arching off the bed. She cried out, a long, shimmering sound of total release that seemed to drain every ounce of strength from her frame. At the same moment, Y/N collapsed against her, her own orgasm crashing over in a series of rhythmic spasms.
They stayed like that for a long time, locked together, only the sound of synchronised hearts thumping and the distant hum of Tokyo could be heard.
Slowly, Y/N reached up and untied the blindfold. Momoâs eyes fluttered open. They were bloodshot and glazed, her pupils blown wide. She looked up at Y/N, and for the first time, there was no trace of the CEO. There was no authority, no demand, no selfishness. There was only a raw, vulnerable adoration.
"I... I think I need a minute," Momo whispered, her voice a mere thread of sound.
Y/N smiled, kissing her forehead. "Take all the time you need."
Momo reached up, her fingers trembling as she stroked Y/Nâs cheek. "That was... I've never... I didn't know it could be like that."
"Like what?"
"Like I was the one wanting," Momo said softly. "I forgot how much it hurts to want something. I forgot how good it feels when you finally get it."
Y/N shifted, sliding off her slowly. A thick string of cum stretched between them before snapping and dripping onto the sheets. Momo groaned at the loss of contact, her hips giving a small, involuntary twitch.
"You're still needy," Y/N teased.
Momo let out a soft, genuine laugh, pulling Y/N back down into her arms. She held her lover tight, burying her face in her neck.
"I am," Momo admitted. "And I think I want to be. For a while."
"Does that mean you're okay with me setting the rules next time?"
Momo squeezed her tighter a small contented sigh escaping. "Next time, you can do whatever the hell you want with me. Just... maybe not the blindfold for *too* long. I want to see you when you're looking at me like that."
Y/N chuckled, settling into the warmth of her embrace. The power dynamic hadn't shifted entirely Momo was still the powerhouse of the corporate world, but in the sanctuary of the penthouse, the balance had finally been struck. The silence that followed wasn't the cold silence of a one-sided arrangement, but the heavy, satisfied quiet of two people who had finally found a way to hear each other.
Momo shifted slightly, her voice returning to a playful albeit still whiny tone. "Does this mean you'll get me some water? I'm actually exhausted."
Y/N rolled her eyes, but kissed her one last time before sliding out of bed.
"Don't push your luck, Momo."
"Yes maâam," Momo whispered, a mischievous, needy smile playing on her lips as she watched Y/N walk away.
My love will forever stand with Dreamcatcher. As heartbreaking as the news is Iâm happy for the girls and canât wait to see what the future has in store for them. I wish them all the best and hope that they are doing what truly makes them happy!!
I want to Thank all of the girls for their hard work and dedication throughout these past 8 years. Your futures are all very bright and you have so much life to live. My love and support will continue to be unwavering. And I know that they arenât on this app but I just had to share my thoughts and feelings.
a/n- I know this is way past new years but oh well (not fully proof read)
The air crackled with anticipation as the year's final hours ticked by. you bustled around the apartment, stinging up fairy lights and arranging colorful balloons, eager to create a memorable celebration for Siyeon and your friends. The soft glow of the twinkling lights filled the room, casting a magical ambiance upon the simple decorations.
Your heart fluttered with excitement as you imagined Siyeon's reaction to the surprise. You hummed a cheerful tune as you placed the final touches on the makeshift photo booth, complete with festive props.
The night promised to be perfect. An intimate gathering of close friends, laughter, and love filled the air until the clock struck midnight.
As the guests began to arrive, the apartment buzzed with lively chatter and the pop of champagne corks. You greeted each friend with a warm embrace, eyes sparkling with joy. The room filled with delightful chaos as music blended with laughter, creating an infectious energy.
Siyeon, stunning in a white dress that accentuated her curves, entered fashionably late, immediately becoming the center of attention. Her presence electrified the atmosphere, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. Siyeon's eyes sparkled with mischief as she made her way through the crowd, leaving a trail of captivated smiles in her wake.
"Happy New Year's Eve, my love!" Siyeon purred as she pulled you into a tight embrace, her breath warm against your neck. "I have a feeling that tonight will be unforgettable."
You giggled feeling delightful. "It already is with you here, I can't wait to show you what I have planned."
As the evening unfolded the partygoers danced and mingled, creating a joyful blur of movement and sound. Siyeon, always the life of the party, charmed everyone with her quick wit and infectious laughter.
She swayed to the music, her hips moving seductively, drawing your gaze like a magnet. "You look stunning tonight," you whispered stealing a quick kiss as you passed by her. "You're not so bad yourself" Siyeon replied her voice low and sultry. "I can't keep my hands off you, even with all these people around." She stated while smacking your ass gently.
The hours flew by in a whirlwind of celebration. As the countdown to midnight began, Siyeon pulled you close, hearts pounding in unison.
The room erupted in a chorus of cheers and screams as the clock struck twelve. "Happy New Year!" The shouts filled the room accompanied by the pop of champagne and the clinking of glasses.
Couples embraced, sharing passionate kisses, while friends hugged and wished each other well. In the midst of all the chaos, you and Siyeon found each other, lips meeting in a passionate kiss that tasted of champagne and desire. The world around you both lost in a haze of passion.
The party slowly slowed down, guests hugging goodbye and wishing the happy couple a happy new year. as the last of their friends left, Siyeon turned to you, her eyes glinting with mischief and something more. "Now where were we?" she purred, her voice thick with desire.
Your heart raced, knowing that look all too well. Siyeon's eyes had that firey glint, a sign that her inhibitions had been lowered by the generous amounts of alcohol she'd consumed. "I think we were about to continue our celebration, just the two of us." You replied, matching her tone already feeling that familiar heat between you ignite.
Siyeon's lips curved into a mischievous smile, and she took your hand leading you towards the bedroom. The air crackled with anticipation as you both stumbled playfully, giggling like teenagers. Movements becoming more urgent as you reached the sanctuary of the bedroom.
The door clicked shut, sealing the two of you in a private world of your own. Siyeon still buzzing with an alcohol induced confidence, pressed you against the closed door, her hands roaming freely along your body.
"I've been waiting all night to do this," she murmured, her breath hot against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
Moaning softly at Siyeon's touch, you felt a familiar heat pooling in between your thighs. "I love it when you're like this, all wild and untamed."
Siyeon's hands moved to the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards revealing the smooth skin underneath. "I love when you let me have my way with you."
Your breath caught as her lips trailed kisses along your neck, nipping and sucking gently. "Anything for you, my love," you husked out in a moan.
With a swift motion your shirt was lifted up over your head and tossed aside. Siyeon's hands rough from the nights festivities, traced patterns on your bare skin, eliciting a chorus of sighs and moans.
"You're so beautiful," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want to touch every inch of you." Your body trembled under her touch, breath coming in short gasps, "and I want you feel every inch of you too."
The tension in the air thick as Siyeon's hands traveled lower, unbuttoning your jeans with practiced ease. The fabric slid down your legs pooling at the feet of both of you.
Standing in nothing but your lace underwear you hear Siyeon moan softly to herself. "Oh you're so ready for me," she breathed out, her fingers dipping beneath the fabric and stroking your wetness gently.
A low moan escapes your lips as her touch ignites a fire within you, "please Siyeon..."
Siyeon chuckled darkly, her fingers working their magic, making your knees weak. "I love it when you beg."
Your head fell back against the door, body undulating with each stroke of her skilled fingers. "Siyeon, please... I need you."
Siyeon's other hand joined the first, working in tandem to bring you to ecstasy. "Not yet love. I want to taste you first." With that, she dropped to her knees, hands holding your hips possessively.
Breath hitching as her mouth replaced her fingers, her tongue sliding through your folds, eliciting a loud moan. "Ah, Siyeon!" you cried out, hands tangling in her hair, holding her close.
Siyeon's mouth moved with purpose, her tongue flicking and lapping, driving you insane with pleasure. She hummed her approval, the vibrations sending you over the edge.
"Oh, god, I'm gonna..." your words dissolved into a scream of pleasure as your release washed over you, body trembling in Siyeon's arms. She continued to devour you relentlessly, until you were reduced to a quivering mess.
She stood, eyes dark with desire, and kissed you deeply, sharing the taste of your pleasure. "My turn," she whispered against your lips, her hands already working at getting her dress off.
Still riding the waves of your orgasm, you managed to help Siyeon undress, hands exploring the familiar curves of her body. Siyeon's breath hitched as your fingers brushed against her sensitive nipples, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"You're so beautiful," you whispered as you began to trail kisses down her neck, relishing in the taste of her skin. Siyeon moaned, her head falling back offering herself to your exploration.
"Take me, my love. I'm all yours." Your hands were quick to move lower, stroking her length through her underwear, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. "You feel so good."
"It's all for you," Siyeon breathed out, her hips thrusting forward slightly seeking more contact. Your fingers danced along her shaft, teasing her and making her squirm. "I love the way your body responds to me."
"Please, Y/n" she pleaded her voice thick with need. "I need to fill you."
Your lips curved into a satisfied smile, and you positioned Siyeon on the bed, her body a vision of wanton desire. You climbed onto the bed and straddled Siyeon's thighs.
Eyes locked in a silent communication of lust and need. Siyeon gripped your hips once you had settled on her lap and flipped you over, pinning you to the bed.
"I love you, y/n!" She whispered, her hands guiding herself inside you, filling you slowly. Your breath caught, body welcoming Siyeon's invasion.
"I love you too," you whimpered out as she began to move, setting a slow, torturous pace. She watched as your face contorted with pleasure.
Taking your hands that were gripping the sheets tightly and intertwining them together and bringing them up above your head.
Your body arches up to meet each trust, moans filling the room. "Faster, please," you begged, voice hoarse. Siyeon obliged, quickening the pace, bodies slapping together in a rhythmic dance.
Your cries grew louder, filling the air with the passion you both share. "Fuck, god! yes!" you screamed, body tensing as your release builds.
Siyeon leaned down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, tongues dancing as both your bodies moved in perfect harmony. Your climax hit like a wave, back arching off the bed, a scream of pleasure tearing from your throat.
Your body trembled in Siyeon's arms as she moaned into your ear, her own climax taking over her body. She pulled you closer as she slowed her movements.
With Siyeon's head resting on your chest and your fingers running through her long black hair, a contented sign left her lips.
"Happy New Year, my love," Siyeon whispered, voice laced with affection. "Happy New Year to you as well." You husked out, lips pressed against the crown of her head.
your arms feel weak as you pushed against her chest, only managing a poor attempt to create distance. every muscle in your body ached, trembling from exhaustion, bruised and overstimulated. her hands, steady and firm, caught your wrists easily, pinning them back down against the rough surface of the mattress.
âwhere do you think you're going?â minji says, a mocking chuckle escaping her lips. âyou're so cute, baby. as if you didnât just beg me to ruin you with please, mommy...â
humiliation floods through you like a tidal wave. you shook your head weakly, tears pooling in your eyes as you try to turn your face away from her piercing gaze.
âi didn't mean it,â you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding into you. âi hate this. i hate youâŠâ
the slap came fast, the sharp crack echoing off the walls. your head snaps to the side, the sting of her palm blooming across your cheek, leaving you gasping.
âliar,â minji grips your jaw firmly, forcing you to look at her, her expression a mix of amusement and something much darker.
âyou need me so fucking much.â
you try to shake your head, the tears spilling over now, but her grip didnât loosen. she leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she purrs, her voice soft but dripping with mockery.
âdon't ever lie to mommy. you begged meâmommy, pleaseâlike the desperate little slut you are. and now that i've given my spoiled brat what she wanted...â
her other hand trails down your body, her thumb grazing over your hardened nipple, making you flinch under her touch. the pain was sharp, but the humiliation of her words cut deeper.
âfuck... mommy, don't,â you whimper, your voice cracking. âpleaseââ
she silences you with another slap, lighter this time, but enough to make your head spin. âyeah? you like that?â
you bite your lip, trying to hold back the sob that threatened to escape. every part of you wanted to resist, to push her away and deny her words. but the weight of her presence, the way she looks at you like she owned every part of you, broke something inside.
and her smirk widens, clearly pleased at your reaction but not enough, âcome on, pretty girl. show me how much you love being filled up.â
your face burns with shame, but the words tumble out, your voice shaky and broken. âi l-love being filled by you, mommy.â
her eyes gleam with satisfaction as she releases your jaw, letting her hand trail down to your throat, resting there just enough to remind you of her power.
âsuch a good girl,â she praises softly, sounding almost tender now. âsee? that wasnât so hard, was it? you're so much prettier when you just lay there and take it.â
before you could catch your breath, she shifts again, pressing the strap back against you. the slick sound of it dragging along your sweat-coated skin made you gasp. minji's grip tightens on your hips as she slid the strap back into you, slow and deliberate.
the sound was obscene. every wet thrust echoing through the bedroom. and your body consumed in embarrassment, the sheer volume making it impossible to ignore how soaked you were.
âdo you hear that?â minji teased. âgod, youâre so wet itâs embarrassing. bet the other girls could hear how hard i'm stretching you out.â
your body arches under her as she set a relentless pace, each thrust accompanied by that humiliating, wet slap. ân-no, they⊠they canâtâŠâ you tried to protest despite the whine that fought to slip out.
her breathy laugh snapping through the air, âoh? is that what you really think, baby?â
your eyes start to well up again, the humiliation crashing over you in waves. âmommy, pleaseâŠâ tears streaming down onto the sheets. âplease, no moreâŠâ
but she doesn't stop though. if anything, your begging only spurrs her on. her hands dug into your hips, pulling you back onto the strap with each thrust, making sure you felt every inch. âaw too much?â she repeats, her tone full of tease. âbut isn't this what you got wet over? thinking about mommy making you take every inch of me?â
the wet, smacking sounds only grew louder, each one making your face blaze hotter. you could barely keep your voice down, your whimpers and moans slipping out faster. she leans down, her breath hot against your ear as she growls.
âare you gonna cum for mommy, hm? gonna let mommy cum inside of your pretty little pussy?â
with every part of you in a deep haze under her spell, you struggle to breathe out. ânâno i canâtâŠâ
âplease?â her tone almost said in a way to mock you. âyou'll be filled for days, baby. i'll open the door for everyone else to hear how much you belong to me, would you like that instead?â
your heart races at the threat, your mind reeling from the thought of the members hearingâseeing. âno! please, mommy, donâtâŠâ you stumble out in a desperate rush.
âaw, poor baby. not knowing what she needs from mommy.â her smirk returning as she kisses your bruised lips.
minji picks up her pace, the strap driving into you harder and faster. âthat's it,â she coos, âcry a little louder for me. let them hear how much you love being mine.â
your sobs turning into broken cries as you give into her completely, to her humiliation, and the overwhelming pleasure that leaves you at her mercy.
and minji doesn't stopânot until you were utterly spent, your mind clouded with the dizziness of the feeling. only then did she pull you into her arms, holding you gently as if to remind you that, you were hers.
Synopsis: Mina uses her âinnocenceâ to get the things she wants most, and right now the thing she wants most is you.
cw: thigh riding, it's just sex
@forbebeandjam I almost forgot to @ you this time :(
prompts: random: 63,70,73,79,32
Mina was known for her innocent demeanor, which often disarmed those around her. She had a unique ability to use her innocence to her advantage, getting the things she wanted without anyone suspecting a thing. Right now, the thing she wanted most was you - you who had been on her mind for quite some time.
You were sitting on the couch in the dorm, all the other girls were out. Or so you thought, you were scrolling mindlessly on your phone when you felt like someone was watching you.
Looking up you see Mina standing in the doorway "what do you want?" you asked. Already semi-knowing the answer just based on the look that crossed her face.
See there was a simple understanding between all of you in the dorm, since you all weren't allowed to date you used each other for sex. This time it was no different except Mina has never once asked you to do such things with her.
Mina sauntered over to you with a sly smirk on her face, stopping in front of you she placed her hands on your shoulders and hovered over you as she giggled and said âdonât make me say it, you know what I want."
Normally you would be taken aback by how bold she was being but you wanted to test how serious she was about this so you decided to feed into it.
With an unreadable expression on your face, you pulled your shorts up slightly to expose your thigh, you looked her in the eyes and exclaimed âuse my thigh then.â
She gulped as she looked between your thigh and your face. She clearly didnât think this through. However, you didnât give her much of a choice as you grabbed her by the hips and brought her down to straddle your leg.
Her skirt rode up a bit, you smirked as you caught a glimpse of her light grey underwear. She shuddered as her warm core made contact with your thigh.
âLetâs ruin these, shall weâ you spoke in a husked voice as you rubbed soothing circles on her hips. She took in a sharp breath as your thigh muscles flexed against her.
âI was kiddingâ she mumbled, her hands squeezed your shoulders as you began to rock her hips slowly along your thigh. A smirk graced your face as she picked up the pace.
She rocked herself against you without realizing that you had no longer had a hold of her hips and instead had started to place kisses along her arms. Gently from her fingers to her elbows small pecks were placed.
A moan was let out into the air as Mina began to move faster, a chuckle slipped past your lips âI thought you were kiddingâ you spoke as your fingers worked to untie her corset-like top.
You halted her movements much to her dismay as you delicately removed her straps from her shoulders to expose her bare chest.
Her nipples perked immediately as the cold air made contact with her skin, you marveled at her body as a whine slipped out of her in a desperate attempt to get you to let her move again.
"Patience love" you murmur as you place delicate kisses all over her upper chest. Mina threw her head back and let out a sigh of ecstasy.
"Let's get these out of the way" you exclaimed as you snapped the waistband of her underwear against her skin. She made quick work of pulling her underwear off and discarding them on the floor along with her shirt.
Her bare core hit your thigh and with a shaky breath, she slowly rocked her hips again.
Your hands roamed her body as you left open-mouth kisses all over her upper body, your lips finding their way to her perky breast. Taking a nipple in your mouth Mina suppressed a moan by burying her head into your shoulder.
Letting go over her nipple with a pop.
âThereâs no one else here, be louder,â you said as you pinched her nipple. She threw her head back and let out a guttural moan that would have definitely drawn some attention.
Whimpers left her as she squeezed her eyes shut, her legs began to shake as her orgasm hit, âlook at me while you cumâ you ordered as you rocked her hips faster against your flexed thigh.
Her eyes slowly opened at your command and the moment she made eye contact with you she released all over your leg. "Just kidding huh?" you remarked with a smug look.
âThis was a one-time thing,â she stated out of breath as she laid her head on your chest, and you brought a blanket up to cover her. Just as her eyes closed the front door opened.
an- just a little something I needed to get off my mind
In the corner of their shared bedroom, where the soft glow of a bedside lamp cast a warm sheen, Irene stood tall and commanding as y/n knelt before her. Looking up with eyes glistening, y/n felt a mixture of vulnerability and adoration for the towering girl. It was a private moment of intimacy that defined their unique relationship.
"Irene," y/n whispered softly, her voice barely audible above the hush of the night.
Irene's gaze softened, a rare moment of vulnerability flashing across her features. "Yes, my love," she hummed, a slight tremor in her tone betraying her tough exterior.
A wave of tenderness washed over y/n, and she reached out to gently touch Irene's hand. The air between them crackled with unspoken emotions, the unyielding dominance giving way to a fleeting moment of connection.
"You look so pretty on your knees for me," Irene murmured, her voice a low timbre that sent shivers down y/n's spine.
In that moment, amidst the whispers and the soft glow of the lamp, y/n realized that their love was a delicate dance of power and surrenderâa balance that defined the very essence of their relationship. With a shared glance and a knowing smile, they embraced the profound beauty of their connection, secure in the knowledge that they were bound together by something deeper than words could ever express.
synopsis: youâre having a few issues with your sex life so you decide to start seeing a sex therapist with your boyfriend
warnings: reader receiving, cheating, lots of sex talk bcs this entire fic is literally set around sex, fingering, clitoral stimulus, vibrators, dildos + strap on, sana watches reader masturbate
w/c: 7.8k
a/n: if u didn't know im a psych student and this idea came to me at 3am while cramming sexual dysfunctions for my finals and i ltr wrote this in a few hours bcs i was OBSESSED - that being said this is all still fictional bcs... let's be honest i js wanted to have sex with dr sana but some of the facts are still real! the treatment however... not so real LMAO
ââ.àłàż*:
âms. l/n?â
âyes!â you scramble upwards at the sound of your name, pulling your boyfriend up with you and walking briskly towards the woman whoâs called you. she offers a kind smile, gesturing for you to follow her.
âis it alright if i bring my boyfriend along?â
she nods, âyes thatâs fine. itâs actually customary that both partners are here for appointments like these.â
she leads you towards her office, a clean, organised room with a small couch next to the doctorâs table and chair, and what looks like an upgraded version of a classic examination table.
she seats you both and rolls her chair forward so sheâs facing the both of you when she talks. âso how can i help you today ms. l/n?â her eyes are kind, a hint of a smile on her lips.
âu-um just y/n is fine dr. âŠâ you glance to her badge, âminatozaki.â
âalright y/n. sana is fine for me too then.â she smiles.
âr-right sana. so weâve just been having some trouble with our- um- sex life recently and i think itâs mainly my fault.â
she frowns a little, picking up a notepad on her table to jot down some things, âwhy would you think that?â
âum well- i- i havenât um- iâve never had a penis in me before. my previous male partners would only ever use their hands or mouth but because we were getting a little more serious than that, i wanted to let ben-â you glance at your boyfriend who looks a little uncomfortable, shifting around in his seat a little, âbe the first and weâve tried for a while now but itâs always just too painful? and i know everyone says the pain passes and whatever but it never seems to pass for meâŠâ you blush, getting progressively embarrassed as you go on.
"i see. do you mind if i ask you a few questions about your sex life?"
you nod, feeling intimidated by the things she's jotting down into her notepad.
"how long has this been going on?"
"umm- i'd say we've tried to have penetrative sex for about 2 months now?"
"have you ever experienced anything like this before?"
"no."
"do you have any history of previous mental health problems?"
"not really, no."
"when you attempt to have sex, do you engage in foreplay?"
"u-um... yes."
"and are you able to secrete natural lubricant from that?"
ben lets out an undignifed snort. you elbow him, face burning red when sana looks up from her notepad, narrowing her eyes at ben who shrinks in his seat, covering his mouth.
"u-um yes i think so."
"ben? is this true?" sana's eyes are locked on ben.
"sorry doc are you asking me if my girlfriend gets wet?"
"for lack of better words yes."
"well yes she gets plenty wet. i always make sure she's turned on before i go in. if youâre asking about if i'm good at sex then yes. i am. plenty of girls in the past have cum because of me."
"i didn't ask that but thank you for your contribution." sana says a little sarcastically, looking back towards you and then down to her notepad. you elbow ben again in response who glances at you slightly annoyed, the tips of his ears red.
"what sorts of foreplay activity do you engage in, does it arouse you, and on average how long would you say your foreplay would go on for?"
"i- um- i-"
"this is a safe space. everything i'm asking is purely for diagnosis reasons, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about, i deal with lots of clients everyday who come in and have talked about much more bizarre things and none of them are nearly as attractive as you are which makes it a lot worse when someone comes in here claiming they have sexual proclivities towards aliens or otherworldly beings."
you blush, the throwaway compliment in there didn't fly past you. "do people really ask about that?"
sana chuckles a little, "oh you'd be surprised the things people come in here about."
you laugh a little in response as well, feeling more comfortable around the doctor, "um well i guess we do all the normal stuff. kissing, whatever, um it usually lasts about... 10 minutes?" you turn to ben who shakes his head a little so you correct yourself, "20 minutes maybe. and um yeah i guess it does arouse me."
sana hums, making a few more notes, "are your nipples sensitive? your breasts? does he play with them? what about your clitoris?"
"i- um- yes... to all of those."
"have you ever orgasmed before?"
"i- yes."
she senses the hesitation in your voice, looking up curiously, "have you orgasmed during sexual relations with ben?"
you shuffle in your seat a little uncomfortably. ben looks at you expectedly, but you can't bring yourself to meet his eyes.
"yes. yes she has." ben replies for you instead when he realises you're not responding.
sana's eyes cut to his with a scowl forming on her face, "did you know only 64.4% of women are able to reach their orgasm during sex? and that number is even lower when the sex is just penetrative? in comparison, 91.3% of men reach their orgasm, in fact, sexual dysfunction in men is actually more common when men orgasm too fast."
ben raises an eyebrow defiantly, "your point doc?"
"that it's normal for women not to reach orgasm. and normal for them to fake it when their boyfriends are pretentious assholes that think they have the best game in the world but in reality, have inflated egos that would easily be shattered if he found out he wasn't as good as he thought he was. most of these women care too much about hurting their partner's feelings than to tell the truth."
ben leans forward aggressively, ignoring your protests for him to sit back down, "i don't know what kinda whack patients you got in here doc but i'm not one of them. i don't need anyone to worry about my feelings like you women do."
sana rolls her eyes, not backing down from his intimidation, "do you have any problems with sexual activity? come too fast? not able to get it up? not able to come?"
ben sputters, "w-what?! who do you think i am?!"
"it's a yes or no question."
"no! i don't have any of those problems! i told you i'm not one of your weird patients!"
"alright that's all we'll be needing from you today. i think this session will be much more productive for y/n if you leave the room. so if you'd please-" she stands up and opens the door, indicating for him to leave.
"what? you can't just kick me out! this is my girlfriend! i'm just as involved in this as she is!"
"actually, since you haven't admitted to having any problems with sex, and you've both said that foreplay and arousal is adequate, there's nothing more that involves you. so yes, i can kick you out."
ben looks back at you, his face red, but you push him forward, "just go ben don't make a scene. i'll see you outside." he frowns, sending a final glare to sana before stomping out the room.
sana closes the door softly after him, settling back down with a sigh.
"i'm so sorry about him i didn't know he would react like that i-"
"it's okay y/n. this is actually quite common. sexual dysfunction is often severely underreported in men, because of the masculine standards they put themselves up to, lots of them won't seek treatment. that's why most of the clients we get are women who come in here with their boyfriends, and a lot of the time these boyfriends don't think they have anything to do with the women's sexual dysfunction, and a lot of them can't accept that they do."
"but you just said-"
"i know what i said. and it's true that if your foreplay is indeed enough and arousing for you, and that this isn't because of any sexual dysfunction he may have, then it no longer directly regards him. however, just because it doesn't directly involve him, doesn't mean it's got absolutely nothing to do with him. i do think i have an idea of what you're going through, but to confirm i'd like to ask a couple more questions if that's okay with you? and hopefully you can be fully honest with me now that ben isn't here."
you shuffle in your seat a little. "yeah of course."
she smiles, going back to her notepad, "so backtracking a bit, i'm assuming ben hasn't been able to make you orgasm?"
you blush, shaking your head.
"how about with previous partners? is there anything they've done that's helped you reach that orgasm or are there any similarities you can think about between them?"
"mm well for one, i've only ever been able to come when i'm with women."
"oh?" sana looks up again over her specs, a twinkle in her eye.
"u-um yeah and with them it's mostly um, using their hands or oral, and even then i normally need at least some clitoral stimulation to come. i have tried using dildos before but i also find it a little too painful, but i'm at least able to bear it when it's with a woman, with ben i kinda just push him off because it's all too much."
"i see. that's quite normal. most women do require clitoral stimulation to be able to orgasm. a very small proportion of women are actually able to come from penetration alone. do you masturbate?"
you blush again, fiddling with your fingers, but her friendly smile reassures you, "yes. well- less since i've been with ben because he doesn't really like it when he finds out i've touched myself. he gets a little offended and always says i don't need to masturbate when i have him. he takes offense because he thinks i'm doing it since he's not doing a good enough job or something."
"hmm." she hums, jotting something else down, "is he doing a good enough job? i know you said foreplay was fine but i just wanted to check in on that again."
"he's alright i guess. like most men i've been with in the past he does kinda rush things a little, and he does do foreplay it's just a little rougher than i like sometimes. i also think um-" you blush, eyes flickering around the room.
"mm?" sana smiles gently again, encouraging you.
"i think he has trouble finding my clit? or i don't know he always kinda fumbles around when he fingers me so his hands always brush against my clit a little too rough and then he presses down on parts where he thinks it is and asks me if it feels good."
sana hums again, writing down some more notes before the next question. "so back to masturbation, before ben, how often would you say you masturbated?"
"oh u-um, maybe like once a month?"
"and you're able to make yourself come?"
"sometimes. sometimes it just gets too tiring and i end up just falling asleep."
"i see." sana writes a few finishing notes and then places her notepad on the table. "so from what you've told me today, it would seem like you have something called genito-pelvic pain or penetration disorder. normally this sort of behaviour has to go on for at least 6 months before it is diagnosable, but even though itâs only been two months for you, we can still work on ways to improve your symptoms. so there's nothing physically wrong with you or your body, this is more of a cognitive response to a fear of pain from penetration. what happens is because of this fear, you're vaginal muscles tighten when you're about to have sex, they're trying to protect you from this invasive thing that's going to enter your body and that it thinks will cause you a lot of pain. this is why it's so much more painful when someone does penetrate you, because you're muscles are already working actively to try and push it out, they only get tighter and tighter making sex more painful for you. this kinda creates this cycle of fear because it does hurt when you have sex, so the next time it happens, your muscles learn to anticipate this pain and try to close you off from this external invasion. does that kinda make sense?"
you nod a little hazily, the words floating around in your head.
"it's a good thing that you're still able to take penetration though. in some extreme cases women's vaginas have been sealed so tight penis penetration is impossible. now there aren't any medications for this unfortunately, but the main treatment is to unlearn this fear that's maintaining the disorder, and eventually you'll be able to engage in sex that is enjoyable for you again."
"how would i unlearn that?"
"well first of all, masturbation helps. a lot. you say you were only really doing it once a month in the past but actually, masturbating weekly or even twice a week is perfectly normal. and i know you said your boyfriend doesn't really like it but... well it's your body right? if he can't make you feel good then you need to start learning how to make yourself feel good. you need to start turning sex into a positive experience again. later down the line, that also means a lot more foreplay than what you're currently doing. i'm talking like an hour at least. using lube as well will be extremely useful, even if you are wet, it always helps to be fully prepared for that first penetration. i know this all sounds like a lot right now so we'll start slow. would you mind getting up on the examination table and taking off your pants and underwear. i'd like to examine your pelvic muscles a little more closely."
you nod, shuffling onto your feet and beginning to strip out of your clothes. sana pays you no mind, grabbing a new pair of gloves and slipping them on. you figure sana has done this plenty of times in the past, there was nothing to be embarrassed about. well... aside from the fact that sana was really pretty and her really pretty hands were about to be touching you and-
she's turning back around when you lay on the examination table, hands crossed on your stomach, fiddling with your fingers. you avoid her gaze but catch the way her eyes linger a little on your legs. she moves closer towards you, you keep your gaze fixed on the ceiling, feeling the tips of your ears go red at the attention.
she giggles a little and you're confused, "y/n you have to open your legs for me to be able to see anything."
"oh right i- um-" you shyly spread your legs apart, revealing your cleanly shaven lips.
sana squeezes something into her hand, "this is just lube. to see your pelvic muscles in action means i'll have to part your walls so i'm just lubricating them to make it a little more comfortable for you." she looks up at you, waiting for your consent, and when you nod, she gets straight to work.
you gasp at the cold feeling of the lubricant running down your folds, wiggling a little. then, sana's hands come in and start massaging the lube along your folds, spreading it so it covers the entire surface area of your core, fingers gentle as she spreads the liquid. your breath catches a little when she bypasses your clit, squeezing your hands together, and trying your best to not make any inappropriate sounds while in your doctor's office.
you sneak a glance down at her, watching the way she has her lip caught between her teeth while she focuses, eyes glued to your folds. she spreads your lips and starts applying the lube on your inner folds as well, meticulous with her work, making sure no slice of skin was missed.
"i'm going to start prodding around your entrance now alright?"
you can only choke out a hum in response, not trusting your voice to give away the fact that this was turning you on very much.
one of her fingers glides down to your entrance, her other hand still holding your lips open, and she starts to poke gently at your entrance, you can feel when a short fingernail dips in just slightly, wiggling around a little to try and loosen you up. at this point you're kinda glad sana went with the lube because it meant she couldn't tell she was actually getting you spectacularly wet on her own, your own slick mixing with the lube she's spread all over.
she starts pushing a finger in very slowly, but you cringe a little and shuffle your hips when she's about a knuckle in. she pulls out gently, "hurts?"
you nod, "a little."
she starts pressing gently against your folds again, "i'm just going to try massage your folds from the outside, hopefully it'll get your muscles to relax a little with some stimulation."
it is relaxing, the way she's gently pressing into you, itâs certainly never like anything youâve felt before, it turns you on, but also eases you, itâs a combination youâve never experienced.
when she gently runs a finger over the hood of your clit your hips jerk and you gasp.
âsorry! too much?â sana backs away quickly, hands raised so you can see sheâs no longer touching you.
you inhale, forcing yourself to look at her, your gaze a little blurry, eyes lidded, ân-no. that was- g-good actually.â your voice is a lot scratchier than it was, you canât believe how turned on you are from just minutes of being with her. âa-actually would it- um- are you allowed to take your gloves off? like if you want to! you donât have to if you think itâs gross or anything i just think it could help a little so you can feel exactly where your skin and nails touch me.â
sana raises an eyebrow, seeming to consider you, and you want to crawl back into your pants, run away and never see be seen in public again the longer she takes to regard you.
but then wordlessly, she takes her gloves off, flicking them into the bin and reaching for the bottle of lube.
âoh um- you donât have to. iâm wet enough i think.â
sana smirks then, squeezing some into her palm, âoh sweetie i know. remember what i said about lubing up anyway though? there can never be too much lube.â
you blush at the pet name, gritting your teeth when you feel the cool liquid and the soft touch of her fingers again. except this time itâs so much more real, you can feel every single brush, every stroke, every movement of her fingers against you. when she brushes against your clit again, you canât help the faint moan you let out. your cheeks burn in embarrassment when you feel her still her movements against you. âs-sorry i-â
âitâs okay. you can make as many sounds as you want. just relax. stop thinking sweetie.â she brushes over your clit again, with a little more purpose this time, and you let out another whimper, trying to stop your hips from grinding against her hand.
the next few minutes are torturous. you're biting back moans every 2 seconds, focusing on keeping your hips solidly on the examination table, hands clenched tight together, youâre so wet you can hear the way she's sliding through your folds much more easily now, able to insert the entire length of her fingernail in with each stroke downwards. your breathing has gotten observably heavier, each inhale and exhale is strained, and you certainly couldnât look at sana anymore, eyes glazed, just trying to focus on not giving yourself away.
"iâm gonna try go in again now okay?"
you nod, a little desperately, closing your eyes to block out the sight of her between your legs.
she gently prods at your entrance, now able to slide a knuckle in fairly easily, you feel like jelly around her, unable to control your own movements when you jolt downwards, sucking in more of her finger and moaning at the feeling.
âalright?â
âmhm just- just do it.â
âdo what sweetie?â
âjust- you know-â
âhmm?â she slips a little further in, and you clench around her, your muscles trying to trap her inside of you.
âf-fuck- i- yeah- fuck-â
she giggles a little and you flush, you realise again that sheâs very attractive and very good with her hands and those hands are now inching even deeper into you, and before you know it, sheâs got her entire finger buried inside of you.
youâre breathless at the feeling.
âpainful at all?â
ân-no. not at all. feels- um- g-good.â
you can hear the smirk in her voice when she teases, âyou feel good.â
you clench around her at the praise, unaware that sanaâs trying her very best to stay as professional as possible, despite wanting so badly to rid you of all your clothes and fuck you until you were moulded to only be able to take her.
ârelax baby. iâm going to slide back out now okay?â
you whine when you feel her retreating slowly, your walls gripping her finger, urging her to stay inside. but she comes out until just the tip of her finger is in you, and then pushes in again, filling you up deliciously.
you exhale deeply, back arching at the feeling.
âgood?â
âfuck- so fucking good oh god-â
sheâs pulling out and pushing in again, slow and careful, watching your body for any signs of pain and fixed on the way your face contorts in pleasure at the feeling of being sexually satisfied for the first time in months.
âthink you can take another?â you peek open your eyes to find that sana looks slightly more dishevelled than before, her breathing also a little irregular now, her voice low with lust. you gulp at the sight.
ây-yeah.â
now that you've caught a glimpse of her, you can't look away, your eyes tracing the way her gaze is a little clouded, her tongue peaking out to wet her lips. then she's pushing in again with a second finger, rubbing your clit lightly with her other hand and pressing down onto the external parts of your folds to get you to loosen up.
you suck her in easily, whimpering a little when she stops and looks up at you in concern.
"k-keep going p-please- i can take it- fuck-"
so she continues her journey, pressing in deeper, and deeper, until she's able to fit two fingers snugly inside of you. you moan when she fills you up, pulsing around her, muttering curses and hands moving to hold onto the sides of the examination table.
but then, sana's pulling out again, and this time she doesn't come back. she clears her throat, moving towards the sink in her office to wash herself up.
you clamber onto your elbows hazily, completely soaked and watch in confusion as she dries her hands, her cheeks flushed.
"i think that's enough for today y/n. you can use the sink and this towel here to clean yourself up and get dressed. i'll wait for you outside." she doesn't spare you another glance and slips outside the room, closing it behind her to give you some privacy.
you take a second to recover because what the fuck just happened? you can only follow her instructions dumbly, picking up the towel she's left for you and cleaning yourself up, still incredibly sensitive when you twitch with each swipe along your folds. you put your clothes back on and rearrange your hair so that it doesn't look like you were just about to come mere minutes ago.
once you're tidied up and you've cleared your mind, or at least pushed all the lustful thoughts about being fucked into the table aside, you step outside the office, looking around to find that sana's with ben at the front desk, talking to the receptionist.
you clear your threat to announce your presence when you walk up to them. ben seems to have calmed down and he kisses your cheek sweetly when you sidle up next to him. you take note of the way sana eyes the action, her grip on the pen getting just a little tighter.
"alright y/n. i talked with ben to get an idea of your availability so i hope it's okay that i've booked you in for another session in about 2 weeks."
"yes that's fine!" your voice comes out unintentionally higher than you meant it to. the nerves and confusion hitting you at once.
"and i'll also set you a little homework. like we talked about, masturbation is key to getting better. so here's a self-care kit, it's got a clitoral vibrator and a few different dildo sizes as well as a couple of bottles of lube. i want you to try using the vibrator first, get used to the feeling of orgasming, and then start to bring in the smallest dildo. ben can watch if you want him to or help, but just remember what i said about making sex a positive experience. that's the main purpose of all of this, just relearning that sex is good and that itâs meant to be fun and enjoyable. i'll check with you in 2 weeks how the progress is going and we'll go from there. any questions?"
the entire time she talks to you, she barely looks into your eyes, it's clear she's already discussed all of this with ben who looks more than happy to be a bystander to your sexual pleasure if it meant he would be able to have sex with you later on. you find yourself a little disappointed that she won't acknowledge you. you shake your head no, and she slides you a few forms and the self-care package she mentioned, discreetly wrapped and in a cute little takeaway bag.
"great i'll see you in two weeks y/n. if you'll excuse me now." she sidesteps you and walks briskly back into her office, your eyes trail after her, but you shake the feelings from your head, refocusing on the present and the way ben has his arm wrapped around you.
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it's a fortnight later and you're sitting in a familiar waiting room, this time without ben because you convinced him to stay behind after his retaliatory actions the last time he was here. maybe you also just wanted to see sana alone but you weren't going to tell him that.
if you were being honest, sana hasn't left your mind once since you left the clinic two weeks ago. even when you were completing her assigned homework tasks, it wasn't broad muscles and rugged facial hair that you were thinking of, no matter how hard you tried, your thoughts always drifted back to the way sana had handled you so carefully, the way her fingers felt inside you, how she paid attention to every single reaction you made, every small sound, twitch, how attentive she was. and sometimes your thoughts drifted into territory that was a little more imaginative. those usually consisted of sana using the various toys she'd given you to bring you to heights you weren't able to bring yourself to.
"y/n?"
your head snaps up at the voice. you beam seeing her, she has her hair up today, pretty earrings and perfect features accentuated. she smiles in response at you, gesturing you to follow her to her office.
you settle into the familiar office again, much more relaxed and excited than the last time you were here.
"i see you're looking a lot more chipper than 2 weeks ago." sana comments with a smile, grabbing her notepad that you recognise from last week.
"just happy to see you again."
her smile fades a little at that, but you don't let that discourage you.
"right... so tell me how your fortnight has been. have you attempted to have sex with your boyfriend again? uh... bryson was it? or brendan?"
"ben. and no we haven't had sex again. i also took your advice and let masturbation be just a personal experience. he asked to watch and help but i told him it would be better if he didn't."
"that's good to hear. how has the masturbation been?"
"great! you were right! i've forgotten what having sex just for the sake of doing it for myself felt like. i've spent so long thinking i enjoyed it when i was really just an item for my partner's satisfaction. in a sense that brought me joy as well, being able to provide a source of happiness for them, but i realised that that's not a healthy thing to keep doing."
sana smiles genuinely, "very good y/n. i'm glad that masturbation has helped you realised that. how about your vaginal muscles? did you try using the dildos in the self care package?"
"um- yes i did but- i was actually hoping- uh-"
"hmm? what is it?"
"well i still haven't really been able to cum from using the dildos, only from the vibrator. it's not as painful anymore to put them in, and i'm still working up the sizes, but it still doesn't really feel good? like it just feels like there's something in me, it doesn't really derive pleasure or anything like that."
sana hums, thinking a little, writing down a few notes before closing her notepad. "would you show me?"
"i- um- sorry what?"
"how you've been masturbating. it may be something with the technique, but if it's something else more serious, i'd need to know about it."
"oh! yeah of course." you stumble upwards, repeating your movements from 2 weeks ago, stripping of your clothes, except this time, you take your top off as well.
sana yelps and turns around at your abrupt show of skin.
"something wrong sana?"
"oh- um- no nothing i just thought- um- i didn't think there was reason for your top to be off as well-"
"you wanted to see how i touched myself right? i generally try and stimulate my tits as well since my nipples are quite sensitive."
"right... yes of course." she turns around again, avoiding your gaze and looking to the floor, waiting for you to get on the examination table.
your lips quirk a little at how shy she's being, "is something the matter sana? you see naked bodies all the time in this line of work don't you? and you pretty much saw me naked last time as well..."
sana blushes even brighter, "um- well- yes but- most of my patients tend to be middle aged and they certainly aren't as attractive as you are."
"you think i'm attractive?" you're laid on the examination table now, head turned to the side so you can watch as the doctor fumbles where she's seated, still not looking at you.
"i- um- well- forgive me- i'm trying really hard to be professional right now and-"
"is that why you left in such a hurry during our last session?" you start trailing your hands over yourself, finding yourself easily aroused in the presence of the other woman.
"oh- um- well- yes i- i didn't want to make you uncomfortable-"
you moan gently when a practiced hand glides up to squeeze softly at a tit, the other sliding down slowly towards your centre. "you could never make me uncomfortable sana. well actually... i was only really uncomfortable when you left me so empty last time. i couldn't wait to go home and try out the toys you gave me, i haven't felt so turned on in so long and i needed to get that out of my system as soon as i could." you're trying to get a rise out of her, but everything you're saying is the truth anyway.
sana's eyes are on you now, wide and a little shocked at the words coming out of your mouth, and you revel in the way that meant her eyes now travelled your body. you try and angle yourself so she can see the way you squeeze at your breast, brushing over a nipple lightly with your palm and watching it pebble in reaction, your other hand dipping down to trace along your folds, finding that you're already dripping, the fact that the object of your sexual desires for the last 2 weeks is now only inches away from you, watching you touch yourself, driving you further off the edge of sanity.
"y/n..." sana's voice comes out almost 2 octaves lower than her usual register. you catch the way she wets her lips and crosses her legs.
"i'm so wet already i don't even need lube. and i know you kept saying to use it no matter what and trust me i did when i got myself off at home, but right now, just look-" you bring your hand up from between your legs, making an obscene display of licking your fingers and sucking on them, making sure she could see the arousal that coated your fingers.
sana's jaw tightens at the sight, she shuffles a little in her seat, unconsciously moving closer towards you.
"you don't have to worry about being unprofessional sana. i promise i want this just as much as you do right now." you slide your hand back down yourself, finding your clit easily after the practice you've gotten over the last fortnight, and rubbing circles around it.
"bold of you to assume i want this. this is my job after all." you leak at the register in her voice, it's something you've only been able to imagine in your fantasies.
"you don't want me?" you pout a little, turning onto your side so your entire body is facing her, your arm pushing your breasts together while a finger tugs gently on a nipple, your other hand still rubbing fast little circles into your clit.
sana chuckles darkly, her eyes closing, she seems to be trying to force herself to keep still.
"because just to be clear... i've thought about how you touched me every single time i came these past two weeks." your breath hitches when you recall the way you'd vigorously rub one out to her, sometimes multiple times a day ever since you started masturbating again. "i- oh fuck- no one has gotten me that turned on in such a short amount of time ever- nng- and i'd think about the way you felt inside me, and how careful and gentle you were- fuck- and then i'd think about how rough you could get as well- oh- and how i'd try and be so good for you- can you- can you pass me the dildo? i think i can slide the smallest one in now-"
she gets up from her seat wordlessly, exuding a dark aura that makes you clench your thighs in anticipation. she moves towards your bag, digging for the package and pulling it out, taking the smallest dildo and then moving back towards you. her pupils are blown, hungrily drinking you in, your fingers speed up just a little at the attention.
you reach out a hand mid-moan, asking for her to pass you the toy.
but she clicks her tongue, pushing your hand away gently and lubing up the toy herself.
you gulp, turning so you're laid flat on your back again, spreading your legs so she can see just how wet you were.
her eyes meet yours briefly, and you adore the way she checks in and makes sure you're okay with this, and you nod, giving her permission before she's sliding the dildo into you.
"oh shit-"
sana hums, pushing the little gold dildo in further, transfixed on the way your fingers move just a little rougher around your clit with every centimetre.
when she's completely inside you moan, clenching around the dildo, it was a comfortable size inside you.
"any pain?" her voice is rough, laced with barely concealed lust.
you whine, "n-no- you can move."
she starts pulling out, and it is almost painful the threat of being empty leaving you desperate, grinding down to try and keep her inside you, but she pushes back in, just a second faster this time and you moan unabashedly.
"f-fuck-" she starts up a rhythm, pulling out of you, then pushing back in, each time a second faster than the last.
you rub your clit, faster, harder, pulling on your nipple, switching to the other one to make sure both were attended to, you've never been built up this quickly. even when you were masturbating you had taken her advice and teased yourself for at least an hour before you got anywhere close to cumming.
you crave her, eyes lidded watching the way the veins in her arms become a little more visible when she thrusts in a little harder. you can hear the examination table shaking under you, you can't keep still at all, trying to meet her on each thrust, the tools and materials clattering about loudly. the possibility that someone could hear you outside flies across your mind but you can barely give it a second thought, in fact, it turns you on even more knowing that you were getting fucked by the most gorgeous doctor that you've been obsessed with the last fortnight, and on the other side of the door everyone was just going about their regular days, having no idea the heights of pleasure she was bringing you to.
"o-oh s-sana oh my god- holy fuck-"
"hmm? good?"
"yes yes so good- oh my god you feel so good inside me i'm gonna- oh fuck-"
"do you mind if i..."
you look down at her, vision a little blurry but you can tell she's asking to do something, "yes yes oh god- whatever- you can do whatever you want to me- oh fuck-"
you feel a soft hand come to rest on your stomach, sliding down to just a little below your belly button, and then it presses down just gently, "oh fuck!" your hips jolt upwards, pleasure running up your spine.
sana stops the pressure but keeps her hand on your lower stomach, "was that okay?"
"god yes- oh sana you're gonna make me cum please-"
so she presses down again, a little harder this time, and you feel the coil in you snap, white enroaching your vision, your thighs shaking, head tilted back, a high-pitched gasp leaving your mouth, feeling completely breathless.
sana waits for you to come down patiently, helping you through your orgasm, continuing her thrusts into your cunt but slower and much gentler.
eventually, you feel your back and hips meet the surface of the examination table under you again, breathing heavily and opening your eyes slowly.
sana's moved next to you, brushing strands of hair out of your face, you preen into her touch. but the next thing she does has you clenching tightly around the dildo that's still inside you. she brings her fingers to her mouth, sucking them in and making a show of wrapping her tongue around them. "exquisite."
you blush, clenching your thighs together at the sight.
she gives you a slow once-over again, before exhaling shakily and turning away, moving to the sink to clean up a little. you struggle a little to sit up, still recovering from your mind-shaking orgasm, and you're about to pull the dildo out of you when she speaks up again, still with her back turned to you.
"keep it inside you. that'll be your homework task for the next fortnight until our next session." she turns around, seeming to have collected herself a little better, her eyes fixed only on your face, purposely avoiding the rest of your body.
you sluggishly start to clean yourself up, wincing a little each time you accidentally move the dildo inside you.
"so you are able to come from penetration, you don't have to worry about that. and it's normal that you need some clitoral or other stimulation to be able to orgasm, often just penetration isn't enough. for the next fortnight i want you to continue masturbating, but i want you to practice leaving a dildo inside yourself afterwards, so your vaginal muscles get used to the feeling of something being inside. you can slowly work your way up the sizes, just don't push yourself and make sure you stop if it starts becoming too painful."
you nod, trying to bring your breathing back to a normal pace while you slip your clothes back on.
"alright. were there any other concerns you wanted to talk about?"
you shake your head, coming to a stand.
"okay. you can make the next appointment with the receptionist out front. i'll see you in 2 weeks y/n."
you nod, again, walking out the door when she opens it for you, but turning back before she can close it catching her a little by surprise, "thank you sana. i look forward to seeing you again soon." your voice is still a little scratchy but sana blushes, pursing her lips and nodding, closing the door after you.
you sigh a little dreamily, feeling more blissed out than you've been in a long time.
ââ.àłàż*:
this continues between the two of you for a few months.
you loved teasing sana and getting her out of her professional state. once you had worn lingerie under your coat to see her. you laugh remembering the way her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as soon as you took off your coat when you were in the privacy of her office. you'd let her fuck you however she wanted, and then you'd use each new experience to get you off during the fortnight that she'd give you new exercises, all increasing in intensity to help build you up to being able to take an average sized penis.
your favourite one to think about was that week that ben started complaining about how you'd been seeing sana for so long that surely you'd be able to take him by now. he insisted on coming to your next appointment but he was forced to sit outside and wait for you. little did he know you were on the other side of the door, a hand clamped over your mouth, the other holding you up against the door with your breasts pressed against it while sana railed into you from behind. of course she kept harnesses in her office. she had said they were mainly there for educational purposes, to show people how to put one on properly so it was safe and wasn't hurting anyone, it was just an added benefit that she also used them to pound into you with increasing dildo sizes each fortnight.
you lean onto your elbows while you watch her wash off the dildo she had just used on you. it was the biggest one yet and you're still fluttering a little remembering the way it filled you up while you rode her.
"what?" she turns around, drying off the dildo and slipping it back into your bag, pulling her shirt back on.
"just think you're nice to look at."
she rolls her eyes playfully, "shut up y/n."
you wiggle your eyebrows, "make me."
she glances at you, narrowing her eyes a little but making no effort to move closer, "as if you could go another round. you came so hard just then."
you giggle and sigh in satisfaction, resting your cheek on a hand, "i did. you're so good at what you do."
sana hums, finishing getting dressed and looking semi-presentable, settling back into her seat, but her expression changes a little while she studies you.
"what's up?"
"... have you tried having sex again with your boyfriend?"
"i told you i haven't."
she hums again, mind drifting elsewhere and you shrug, sitting up and starting to clean yourself up. "you can try now y'know? you were able to take that dildo and that's pretty much the average size of a penis already. unless he's bigger than that...?"
you scoff, shuffling into your pants, "no. he's actually smaller than the one you just used on me."
"then you should try having sex again."
you pull your shirt over your head, thinking over what she's saying. instead of sitting down in your own seat you climb into her lap, her arms wrapping around you automatically, hands gripping your waist while you make yourself comfortable. "doesn't that mean i won't be able to see you anymore?"
sana chuckles a little emptily, "i'm your sex therapist y/n. you knew this was going to end eventually."
"yeah but you don't fuck your other clients do you?"
sana laughs then, you feast in the sound. "no, no i don't."
"good. i was actually thinking..."
"hm?" she brings a hand up to your cheek, brushing slightly.
"would you... i don't know... like... i think about you when i get off yeah but i also think about you like... all the time..."
"mhm."
"so i was wondering if... i don't know if you felt the same if you wanted to like hang out outside of here? and like i don't mean to have sex i mean like go on a date maybe...?" you're shy, bringing this question up, blushing and avoiding her eyes.
"you have a boyfriend y/n." she deadpans.
"well yeah but i was thinking of breaking up with him anyway. now that you're bringing up having sex with him again i don't want that, and i don't want to stop seeing you. i guess just- just the threat that this all might be over soon- well i don't want it to be over. i like you sana." you say a little more firmly this time, meeting her eyes with decisiveness.
sana smiles then, all eyes, leaning in to peck you gently, "come back in a fortnight and we'll see. if you're no longer with him then... maaaybe i'll let you take me out."
your eyes brighten at her response, jumping out of her lap with excitement, "really?! oh my god i'll call him right now and do it-" you're reaching for your phone in your bag when she laughs, pulling you back into her
"don't do it over the phone silly. not even he deserves that."
you pout a little but itâs quickly wiped away when sana kisses you, lips slotting perfectly against yours with practiced ease. you sigh into her, addicted to the feeling, the taste, the smell of her. it was probably the easiest decision of your life, choosing your sex therapist over your boyfriend.
Hello. You can call me Anon for the remainder of this post and however you respond to it. I am here to alert the community that @httpsyeons, also known as Dee has self-exited. Since you are probably wondering how I know information such as this, I will tell you. I am an irl friend of Dee. I did NOT know she wrote on tumblr, I didnât even know she knew what tumblr was. However I had access to her, her family, and her twt because I was a close friend my mother informed me this morning that Deeâs mother told her Dee had self-exited. Now, I have never been on tumblr. I only used the web once on my phone to read a post about a band I liked. I downloaded tumblr after I was looking at her twt and saw the link in her page to it. I was beyond shocked to know just hours prior to her death she had been doxxed online and forced out of an entire fandom. Dee was never a popular person where we live. She didnât have many friends and she wasnât liked that much because she was the âweird girlâ who liked kpop and k-dramatics or whatever theyâre called. To see her so passionate about it on here was heartbreaking to me, because the one thing she loved most led to her untimely demise. Dee was a friend of mine and she was the best person I knew. I came on here to share her story with people who had talked about her in the recent hours. Please respond to this and share her story.
To the anon who left this in my inbox, I would like you to know that spreading misinformation is not only hurtful but also very disrespectful. I have spoken with Dee about everything that has been going on last night and tonight and am currently in the middle of a conversation with them.
There is no story to tell here and I would very much like it if you could stop lying and just leave her alone. She is already going through so much with everything that has happened in the past 48 hours and this is not helping the situation any.
Self harm and taking oneâs own life is not something to be taken lightly or to be joked about. So I kindly ask you to please stop flooding our once happy place with all of your negativity and lies.
In light of the current situation, I would like to ask you (all) to just give her the space she needs to recover.
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âH-Hah Iâm s-so closeâŠN-Need to cum..â Minjeong growled, stroking her cock faster and shutting her eyes tight when she could feel herself going to the edge.
She wished you were there stroking her instead. Kissing her until she made a mess on your hand.
She needed you.
âOh my god just fucking kill me, will you!?â
âWah!â Poor Minjeong jumped from the couch at your sudden dramatic entrance and how the slamming of the door pretty much shook the entire apartment.
You were too pent up with your rant that you didnât see your girlfriend rushing to pull up her boxers and pants with a red face.
âWhatâs with the manager being up my ass all the fucking time?! Iâm only one person and itâs not my fault other people in my damn group donât even make up one brain cell! NOT EVEN ONE!â
Minjeong stood in between the gap that separated the living room and kitchen, watching you slam your purse on the counter and pacing back and forth.
Profanity after profanity left your lips and Minjeong could see the steam coming from your ears. Your girlfriend fiddled with the sleeves of her hoodie and cleared her throat to try and get your attention.
âH-Hi babeâ
âUgh and I donât even get paid extra for doing most of that shitty work! I might as well quit on the spot and see him cry!â
Minjeong sealed her lips and couldnât ignore the pain in her dick, begging to be touched.
You finished your rant with a click of your tongue and saw your girlfriend standing there in fear. âShit, Iâm sorry Jeongie. I didnât mean to scream around like that, Iâm just really over my shift todayâ
âItâs okay, babe. Wanna sit down and talk about it?â
Aw your baby was such a sweetheart.
âNo no, we can do that later. I think a nap will fix it allâ
Minjeong smiled and took your hand to lead you to your shared bedroom. Being in a relationship for so long, you two always slept half naked. You being in your panties and Jeongie in her boxers.
Something about the skin to skin contact was just so comforting.
Only issue is, Minjeongâs boner was still rock hard and you managed to miss it even when you finally got under the covers with her.
But your girlfriend wouldnât let you cuddle.
âBaby? Whatâs wrong?â You questioned, making her even more nervous.
âUh itâs nothing, really..â
âPuppy, whatever it is, spill it right nowâ You practically ordered, eyebrow twitching.
Minjeong spun on her other side away from you and hugged the blanket over her head. âHaha nothing never mind! time to sleep goodnight I love you!â
Ripping the covers off your girlfriend, you made her lie on her back while you sat on her stomach. âStop shying away pup. Tell me what you wantâ
âIâm gonna go get a drink of waterâWAH!â Minjeong yelped at her wrists being pinned on each side of her head.
âSay itâ
Your girlfriendâs pout almost made you fold but you clenched your jaw to not give in so easily.
âM-My dick isâŠuh very hard..â
âUh huhâŠâ
âA-And I n-need you to help me..cumâ
You kissed her lips and smiled. âNow was that so hard?â
âWell yes! You stormed into the apartment like a mad woman!â
Now it was your turn to pout and huff. âI said I was sorry!â
Your girlfriend looked away. âYou seemed really tired too so I didnât want to botherââ
Kiss
Minjeong went redder at your sudden move. âH-Hey!â
âDonât you ever believe youâd bother me, okay pup?â
âYes maâamâ
âGood. Now let me suck your dickâ
Minjeong couldnât even answer since you already yanked her pants and boxers off to start playing with her dick. She watched you with parted lips, panting at the sight of your small hands working itself up and down.
âYou alright there, puppy?â You smiled into her neck as her head hung back in pleasure.
âBetter than alrightâ
You kissed her slowly and got your tongue exploring Minjeongâs mouth which she moaned into. She would pause for a moment to watch you jerk her off faster, losing the strength to keep her eyes open.
âC-Can you please suck me off, baby? Pretty pleaseâ she whimpered while looking so deep into your eyes, you were able to see Minjeong well up tears.
âOf course, my loveâ
You lowered your head down and quickly sucked at your girlfriendâs leaking tip before taking her entirely inside. Her hands found comfort on your head that began to move, being one of the lucky people to not have a gag reflex.
You were able to deepthroat her so easily without a problem and Minjeong was in heaven every single time.
âFuck. Oh fuck, Y/n-ieâ
The vibration from your hum triggered your girlfriendâs hips to thrust, shocking her immediately. âN-No Iâm sorry! A-Are you okay?â
Keeping her cock deep inside your throat, you gently caressed her hands on your head and she took it as the green light to do as she pleases.
Minjeong relaxes more and resumed her hip movement, tucking your hair behind your ears as she hissed out profanities.
âSo so fucking good, Y/n-ie. I want to cum in your mouth. Can I pretty please?â
Another approved hum from you, and your girlfriend reacted with a punched out groan at the same time she fills your mouth with cum.
âHahâŠso goodâŠâ
You sat up with pride after swallowing your personal favourite liquid snack, cleaning your mouth with a simple swipe from the back of your hand. Minjeong was still catching her breath when you hovered above her lap and held her still hard length at your soaked folds.
Minjeong doesnât even remember seeing you remove your clothes because now here you were bouncing on her cock with your plush tits in her view. She kissed the flower tattoos across your collarbones before resting her lips on your right nipple, sucking gently as her hands held your hips.
She could almost touch the tips of her fingers together from how small your waist was, her middle fingers resting on your back dimples perfectly.
âHah fuck! My Minjeongie is so good for letting me use her cock hm?â You managed to word out despite constantly impaling yourself onto her thick and long cock.
Minjeong nodded cutely and almost choked on her saliva when your cunt seemed to tighten around her more. âU-Use me all you want, Y/n-ieâ
âFuck, feels so fucking good, Jeongie! Iâm so close, help me cum babyâ
Your girlfriend didnât need to be told twice. She planted her feet on the bed and wrapped you in her arms like a bear before destroying your pussy with repeatedly hard thrusts.
The bed was constantly being driven into the wall from how fast your girlfriend was going but who were you to complain? Her cock was kissing your cervix deliciously and you immediately became mush in Minjeongâs hands, crying and moaning into her neck to the point you even started to drool.
âOh god yes yes yes thatâs it, puppy! Gonna make me cum all over your big hard cock hm?â
Minjeong painted your neck with hickies. âMhm want to make Y/n-ie cum!â
âFuck youâre so good to me pup. Give me all of your cum okay? Want you to fill me until my pussy aches. Can you do that?â
Minjeongâs eyes rolled back at your words. âHah..Iâm cumming!â
âThatâs it, baby! Fuck Iâm gonna squirt!â You bit onto your girlfriendâs broad shoulder and shook in her arms as you sprayed clear liquid all over her cock, pelvis and even the sheets.
Minjeong continued thrusting until she emptied her balls inside your drenched cunt. âHoly shitâŠâ
You pulled your ass up slowly as Minjeongâs cock fell limp and watched thick globs of semen rain from your pussy, moaning at the sight.
After taking a quick taste of her cum, you took the covers that you pushed off earlier and hugged it over you and Minjeongâs bodies, comfortably laying on top of your girlfriend.
Minjeong brushed your hair and was about to ask how you were until she heard slight snoring. You were knocked out quick. Smiling at the sight, your girlfriend sweetly kissed your head and fell asleep with you, reminding herself to give you a good shower once you woke up.
would you be open to write smth with top!tzuyu with spanking, edging, and oral đ
Birthday Wishes
Top! Tzuyu x Fem Reader
word count: 1.2k
cw: Spanking, slight edging, oral, overstimulation, face sitting, nipple play
an: sorry to the anon who requested this and had to wait so long
tags: @cry4tzu @miinatozakiii @forbebeandjam
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Birthdays were always a sore subject for you. So when your birthday rolled around this year and your girlfriend asked what you wanted to do you simply replied with ânothing and no presents either.â
Tzuyu not knowing why you donât like to celebrate your birthday, decided that the week leading up to your special day she was going to get you small things as to make it seem like she was truly doing nothing for your birthday.
Day 1: She gifts you a small silver necklace
Day 2: A matching ring set
Day 3: A small pair of silver earrings
Day 4: A silver bracelet that has both of your initials carved into it
Day 5: A framed picture of you and her kissing on the beach during sunset
By the fifth day you had finally figured out what she was doing, you thought it was sweet but also thought it was a little much given that you told her you wanted nothing for your birthday.
On the sixth day you walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, only to find her making breakfast for you with a bouquet of flowers sitting on counter. âBabe I told you I didnât want anything for my birthday.â You said as you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind.
She lets out a small chuckle as she turns the stove off and turns around to place a kiss on the top of your head. âI know what you said but I canât not do anything for your birthday. So Iâm going to ask again, what do you want for your birthday?â She questions for a second time.
You think for a moment as you sit down to eat the amazing breakfast she had cooked, âI want to just spend the day with youâ you say with a smile on your face.
She looks at you confused but then simply says âokay if thatâs what you wantâ then goes about eating.
Day seven rolls around and you woke up to a basket full of your favorite things such as, candies, chips, drinks and other small things. There was even a new blanket and hoodie inside. You noticed a small note sticking out from under the basket.
Picking it up you read it and it was truly beautiful, Tzuyu had such a way with words and it made you cry. She may not know the reason you donât like your birthday but you just found a reason to start.
The following day was spent cuddled up to her watching all of your favorite movies and eating the snacks she had bought for you, looking up at her with a soft smile on your face as the third movie of the day played. You couldnât help but think about how lucky you were to be dating her.
âI can feel you staringâ she says as she slowly turns to look down at you, leaning up you place a quick peck on her lips âthank youâ you whispered as you climbed into her lap kissing her again.
Wrapping her arms around your waist she kisses you back, deepening the kiss. You moan against her lips as she slowly starts to grind your hips along her own.
Pulling away from the kiss you rest your forehead on hers as she runs her fingers through your hair, slowly she starts to lean in again aiming for your neck as she moves all your hair to one side.
Sucking and kissing it gently as she leaves dark purple marks in her wake. As she continues to mark up your neck she begins to shift so that youâre laying down on the couch her hovering above you as quiet whimpers leave your lips.
âMoreâ you husk out as you place your hands under her shirt and on her toned abs.
Moving on from attacking your neck she moves her hands down to slowly slide your shirt up as she kisses your lips again before fully removing the useless piece of clothing.
âYouâre so pretty babyâ she exclaims as she looks you up and down. Your upper half completely bare and exposed to her as she slowly runs her hand over your stomach leaning down and taking a nipple into her mouth.
Her soft gentle hand continues to trace over the soft skin of your abdomen as she skillfully works your nipple in her mouth.
Back arching in ecstasy when the hand that was once gracing your stomach pinches the unoccupied nipple.
A moan of her name slips past your lips and you entangle your fingers in her hair to hold her against your chest.
Releasing your nipple with a pop she looks up at you as her hands travel down to your underwear, slowly she begins to slide the soaked piece of fabric down your legs and tosses it behind her.
A sharp gasp leaves your mouth when the cool air from the room breezes past your warm cunt. A devilish smirk graces your girlfriends lips as she looks your body over once more before she dive in.
Her lips attach themselves to your clit as she brings your legs up and over your shoulders. The prolonged ministrations of her lapping you up quickly begins to build as you feel your first orgasm approaching.
"Tzu" you mumble out as she continues to work at your lower half, legs slightly shaking as you come undone on her tounge.
Lapping up your juices she places gentle kisses along your inner thighs as her hands slowly snake around your body.
She flips you both over so you were now sitting on her face as she lays beneath you, she begins to eat you out again as you grip the back of the couch and throw your head back.
"Fuck Tzuyu" you moan out as she squeezes your thighs.
As your second orgasm approaches Tzuyu pulls away, letting out a whine she crawls out from under you and gets behind you on the couch.
"We aren't done yet pretty girl" she whispers in your ear as her hands find their way to your hips.
Pushing you slightly forward so you're now leaning over the back of the couch she brings her left hand down across your ass, a loud moan escapes the confines of your throat as she repeats this action.
Ass bright red, sweet nectar dripping down onto the couch. You whimper out as she reaches around and begins to slowly rub your clit.
Placing sweet kisses across the nape of your neck as she picks up her pace.
"ngh tzu I'm so close" you moan out as her thigh presses up against your dripping cunt from behind. Fingers still working at your clit diligently.
Teeth sinking into your neck sends you over the edge.
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An hour and four orgasms later Tzuyu has you a panting mess. Sweet kisses are being placed all over you chest as she slowly works her way back up to your face.
Smililing tiredly up at her as she hovers over you again.
"Happy birthday sweet girl" she says as she strokes your cheek and leans down to places kisses on your forehead.
"Thank you baby" you mumble out through a yawn.
"Thank you for making this night rememberable love" you say as you lean up and place a kiss to her soft lips.
Laying down together on the couch you lay your head on her chest as your legs intertwine and the both of you succumb to sleep.
Do you write for jeongyeon?? If so, can I request something like friends (soft and fluff) to lovers (smut or something like that)???
Sacred Times
word count: 207
small drabble, implied intimate relationship, fluff
In a small town nestled amidst the lush countryside of South Korea, Y/N and Jeongyeon found solace in their friendship. Y/N, with a shy demeanor and soft-spoken nature, often found herself drawn to Jeongyeon's outgoing personality. Jeongyeon, popular and surrounded by friends, held a special place in her heart for Y/N, whom she found incredibly cute and endearing. As the months passed, their bond deepened, conversations flowing effortlessly between them. One evening, under the twinkling stars that adorned the night sky, their friendship took a new turn. "I've always admired how you can light up a room," Jeongyeon confessed, her voice soft in the gentle breeze. Y/N's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as she averted her gaze, unable to meet Jeongyeon's eyes. "You... you make me feel like I belong," she whispered, her words barely audible. With a tender smile, Jeongyeon reached out, her hand gently cupping Y/N's chin, guiding her eyes to meet hers. "You do belong, right here with me," she murmured before closing the distance between them in a gentle kiss. And as their love bloomed under the moonlit sky, the once shy Y/N found her voice in the sweet whispers of affection and laughter shared with Jeongyeon. Their friendship had blossomed into a love so pure and true, a melody of hums and whispers that echoed through the tranquil night, sealing their bond in quiet serenity.
Okay but like imagine chaeyoung being so nice and sweet to you in public creating the perfect innocent girlfriend, who just holds the door for you and complimenting you. But when no one is around sheâs calling you a slut and how you need to take her -c4tzu
Iâve been watching too much Killing Eve and now I canât stop thinking about Jihyo as a closeted, sadistic dommeÂ
Jihyo, so deeply in the closet that to hook up with other girls, she creates an entire alternate persona and life. She rents an apartment in the next city over, just to ensure her privacy. Sheâs exclusively on dating apps in search of women. Itâs the only way she can let herself be close to them, to touch them and look at them.Â
She treats them like furniture, like toys. One of her favorite things to ask of her casual partners is for them to stand in front of her, naked, so she can inspect them. It makes her heart beat wildly every time she gets to run the tips of her fingers over their soft skin, over every curve and dip. Sheâs nearly breathless when she cups them between their legs, when she can feel their wetness. Thrusting her strap into them, sheâs just as wet, feeling both arousal and shame while listening to the sounds women make under her as she fucks them.Â
âGod, youâre sick,â she says through gritted teeth. âThis makes you wet? You canât cum unless a womanâs having her way with you?âÂ
Another time, one of them tells her sheâs beautiful. Jihyoâs eyebrows raise as the girl looks up at her bravely. Even while kneeling on uncooked rice, some women never missed an opportunity to compliment her.Â
Jihyoâs heart goes soft at the comment. She pauses for a moment, then spits on the girlâs face. âI donât remember telling you to speak,â Jihyo says coolly, turning the girlâs face away.Â
Itâs not a perfect dynamic. The only touches sheâs giving are in the forms of slapping, spanking and hitting. But Jihyoâs good with aftercare, and even better at the first dates she sets up from dating apps to suss out her next doe-eyed painslut. She loves making the girls she invites over nervous, making them blush and giggle while she cooks for them and asks them questions about themselves, their desires, their limits.Â
Jihyo never lets any of them touch her, even when her own cunt is aching and her wetness is visibly dripping down her thighs. Itâs only after theyâve left that she lets herself imagine what itâd be like to feel their tongues on her wet pussy, the way she eats them out when theyâve been good for her after a scene. Or to feel their fingers inside her, to feel their straps splitting her open the same way she makes them fall apart on hers.Â
She cums later, when sheâs alone and her depraved, overwhelming thoughts wonât leave her head. Sheâs got a collection of polaroids she uses to get offâ photos of almost every girl sheâs ever fucked, posed in her bed. Theyâre always naked, usually wearing a collar and leash. The leash is less about petplay, though, and more about Jihyo needing a reminder to maintain her own self control. Lord knows if she didnât have any, sheâd immediately switch places so she could find out what itâs like to look up from the ground at some pretty woman holding a leash attached to a collar around her neck.Â
Respectfully K-pop men Stans irks me . You can definitely tell between a post run by a woman vs a post by man. Why tf are you sexualizing idols.(I shouldnât be seeing you editing them naked)
Exactly, the fucking stories dawg bro I saw like a pfp of Tzuyu, sana and i think Mina naked like wtf . Like they need to fucking be deleted out of this universe.
I saw one where they removed their skirt, (Nayeon and Tzuyu, when they were doing the Rollin' move in their latest tour).... And another one of MiSaMo in bikinis...
Like um... đ°,and don't even remind me of that Mina with her father shit........
