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Cheeky.
Damn look at those abs and those thighs...
Innumerably Utilised
Male Reader x IU
~2.3k words
A/N: Written for Happy IU Day!
“What are you even called again? I.U.?”
You don’t even let her answer. Or rather, your mocking question is met with nothing but wet, choked gurgles and the melodious sound of her throat convulsing around your cock. It’s barely been minutes since you started shoving yourself down her throat, but her face is already so beautifully ruined by the smudging makeup that she has generously applied for you.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” you taunt, watching her struggle to take you back in as those famous doe eyes of hers widen and water with every plunge. “It only makes me want to ruin you even more.” You grip her silky brown hair tighter, fingers digging deeper into her scalp and push your hips forward without mercy.
“I and You, was that it?” you grunt, pushing yourself deeper. “Perhaps it just means I’m inside U.” You stuff another inch past the tight ring of her constricting throat walls, trying to set a new record of cock that the famed singer never thought she herself could take. "Isn’t that right, my precious little IU?”
She makes a broken, self-indulgent guttural sound that’s a mix of half-gag and half-moan, all while her smooth, milky delicate hands weakly rests on your outer thighs. Knees cradled between your legs in utter obedience, the nation’s little sister gobbles your cock desperately with her tight, spasming throat to devour more from your delectable protein oozing snack bar. Pre-cum leaks copiously into the depths of your very own cock-sucking whore, mixing with the lewd slime that’s flowing incessantly from the pores of her salivary glands.
It wasn’t as if you had planned to be this rough with your girlfriend. Well, as a matter of fact, you do want to be rough with her, but not without consent. However, today was different. Lee Ji-eun herself had begged you — practically whined — for you to stop holding back and finally use her like a toy. So, who were you to deny the requests and pleas of your now cock-guzzling-whore?
Feeling merciful, you pull back just enough to let her suck in a ragged, wheezing breath of respite. One that’s not even a full breath due to the sticky and slimy salivary barrier that’s occluding her partially opened mouth.
“Your name?” you ask mockingly.
“I-It’s… Lee Ji—”
Once again, you don’t let her answer. You cut her off instantly, slamming your cock back down her throat, stuffing her hoarse words right back inside her as you fill her emptiness up with a deep groan of pleasure.
“That’s cute. But wrong answer,” you growl, starting to face-fuck her with more face-fucking purpose than before. “Right now, you’re not Lee Ji-eun. You’re not the nation’s little sister. You’re not even my girlfriend. You’re just my pretty little cocksleeve.”
Slowing down your thrusts slightly, she takes the opportunity to swirl her gluttonous tongue around the underside of your shaft, trying her best to slobber and wrap your succulent sausage into a meat sandwich as though it’s for a new product launch at Subway. Her lips are stretched taut around your thickness, glossy with thick strings of salivary sauce that drip down her chin and onto the expensive bridal gown like stage outfit she’s still half wearing. The thin straps have long been yanked off her shoulder, the pink dress deconstructed and bunched around her waist, beneath her small perky tits that heaves with every sinful attempt to breathe through her nose.
“How about we play a game?” you grunt, pushing back deep into her orifice to muffle any reply. With a smirk, you clench every fibre of muscles in your arms, holding her in place. You take a deep breath in and revel in the rippling walls that’s dancing across your shaft, feeling the euphoric pleasure that’s sending uncountable sparks of inspiring ideas into your mind.
“Silence, huh? I guess that’s your consent,” you ridicule. “Do you want to earn back your name?”
gwuurlk—pweafe—glurlk—
“Interesting answer. I will assume that’s a yes,” you smirk, holding her there, pressing her nose flush against your pelvis. “I’m going to ask you what I.U. stands for. Every correct answer earns you a breath of air. Every time you fail to give a satisfactory one… I get to punish that pretty throat.”
Savouring the kinaesthetic silence on your cock for long seconds, you smirk and appreciate the blossoming redness of her face as her asphyxiating eyes pleads up at you. When you finally pull out, a thick rope of saliva connects her swollen lips to your glistening cock. She gasps desperately, coughing and drooling as she smiles up at you.
“First question,” you say, tapping your heavy cock against her soft cheek. “What does I.U. stand for? Be creative, baby. Impress me.”
“I…I-Incredible… Unnie?” she says hoarsely.
You laugh darkly, unimpressed with her attempt. “One.” You grant her a single deep breath before shoving her head onto your cock in one smooth thrust. “Pathetic. That’s not nearly good enough for a global superstar like you. Next one.”
“I-Inside U?” she muffles around your cock, lips stretched wide as you pump her head relentlessly.
“Two,” you recite, pulling off to let her draw another merciful breath. “Still disappointing.”
“Anymore?”
She looks up at you, mind lost with the haze of lust and sex.
“Then let me show you how it’s done.”
You grip her head with both hands, fingers clasped around the back, locked tight.
“I.U. stands for… Incredibly Useful.”
You slam back in.
“I.U. stands for… Instant Use.”
Another brutal thrust.
“I.U. stands for… Ideal Usehole.”
Deeper.
“I.U. stands for Itty-bitty cocksleeve Under me.”
Every degrading name is punctuated by a harsh plunge onto you that’s met with a forceful snap of your hips, driving your cock repeatedly into her spasming throat as you make her take it. Her gagging grows wetter and messier, eyes drifting further back into her skull with every new name you capriciously invent.
You pull out briefly, strings of thick spit dangling from her chin as she wheezes in satisfaction from how roughly you’re treating her.
“Come on, princess. Just one good fucking answer.” you taunt, slapping your cock between her eyes, dragging her saliva and your pre-cum across her fluttering eyelids. “Are you really this useless, or are you purposefully failing because you’re enjoying it?”
"I-I don’t know…” she cries, face contorted in pleasure as you stand from the couch, towering over her. You grab on to her shoulders and toss her onto the couch, head dangling off the edge of the cushion that’s filled with the filth of her saliva — the excess that leaked off your cock and down your balls earlier. Her lower body rests awkwardly on the backrest, legs spread wide, causing the ruined pink dress to fall away towards her chest due to gravity. Her glistening, puffy pussy is completely exposed — already soaked, lips swollen and shiny with arousal, all for the world to see.
And right now, you are her entire world.
“Just one. One good fucking answer, IU, and I’ll use you like what you’ve always wanted,” you say, leaning forward to let your cock bob lightly over her nose. She opens her mouth to gulp at the musk that your cock is producing, inhaling your intoxicating scent shamelessly as your words just falls on deaf ears.
“Slut,” you chuckle in amusement. “I bestow upon you a new name.”
“Innumerably Utilised.”
The moment her new name leaves your mouth, you push your hips forward, sliding your length past her lips, pushing deep into her throat. She relaxes readily, tongue flattening on the top of your cock as you plunge in. You groan as you feed your cock into her, relishing how much warmer and further you are able to invade into her gullet from this position. When you’re pressed to the utmost limits, you look down to appreciate the wonderful bulge that you have made. It’s a pity you can’t see her beautiful eyes anymore, but with her, there’s much more to feast your sight on.
“Fuck me,” you laugh under your breath, thrusting deep and hard. “Look at you. Leaking like a broken appliance.”
Your hands roam up towards her thighs, pushing her legs further apart, fully exposing her dripping cunt. She’s absolutely soaked, puffy folds shimmering enticingly all in glory for you to see. Body jerking from the deep thrusts you’re delivering, a thin, sticky stream of her arousal is shaken off and dangling towards her belly like a cheap glaze.
But you’re a connoisseur of cheap things. So, you lean in and drag your tongue slowly through her wet folds, tasting her shameless sweetness while your cock continues abusing her throat. She gurgles wetly around your thickness, producing a eargasmic symphony of indulgence and sinful misery. Thick ropes of saliva — you assume, because you can’t see anything other than her pussy — spill continuously from her stretched lips, dripping onto the floor in messy puddles.
She doesn’t bother acknowledging the growing wet patch on her luxurious designer carpeted floor. Why would she? Appliances don’t complain about making a mess. Appliances also can’t complain about making a mess.
“That’s right… just lie there and get utilised,” you murmur against her cunt before plunging your tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it in rhythm with your hips. Her whole body jolts as you lap at her greedily, then pull back only to spit directly onto her swollen clit. The floor is utterly soaked from her stickiness, and you’re finding it hard to grab a stable foothold with the reduced friction.
As such, you kneel onto the edge of the couch, planting one knee firmly for leverage. The new position lets you slam into her throat with far more bestial hammering. You start pounding her face without restraint, using her dangling head like a onahole while your balls slap wetly against her forehead.
“Gosh you’re just like an extension power plug,” you say, sliding two fingers into her sopping pussy. “So many slots for me to utilise. Such a well-designed equipment that’s built for maximum utilisation, aren’t you?” Once your two fingers are firmly rested in, you slide a third and fourth in, stretching her easily. Her cunt swallows them all with an almost embarrassing eagerness.
She groans around your cock in approval — you assume — and you push harder. Your entire hand slowly sinks into her stretched, fluttering pussy until your entire wrist breaches her folds. She convulses violently, a choked, gurgling muffle vibrating down the length of your cock as you begin to fist-fuck her at the request of her long-awaited fantasy. Her juices overflow out and around your wrists, cascading down her tight waist as they soak into her bunched-up pink dress. Each plunge pushing a squelch, each withdrawal earning a shiver. The overflowing streams split into dendritic branches down her stomach, each one glistening under the romantic birthday lights that you’ve so graciously set up.
“Look at that,” you growl, never slowing down your thrusts in both her pussy and throat. You’re borderline selfish at this point, chasing your own pleasure as the wet glucking sounds grow louder and filthier with every plunge. “The sweetheart of South Korea getting fist-expanded and cock-muffled at the same time. How many times have you sung about love on stage, hmm? And here you are, just an innumerably utilised fucktoy.”
You curl your fingers individually inside her with a crawling motion, grinding your knuckles roughly against her molten walls while your mouth latches back onto her clit, sucking hard. Her pussy clenches and spasms wildly around your invading fist, pouring out even more juices.
“Innumerably Utilised,” you repeat her name, emphasising every syllable as you piston your organs deeper. “That’s what I.U. really stands for. Not 'I and You’. Not some cute stage name. You begged for this, so embrace it. You’re just a multi-purpose idol cunt and throat, built to be used and plugged whenever and however I want.”
You smash your face harder into her cunt, licking and devouring her messily while your fist continues to work relentlessly; your cock brutalising and bullying her throat. Her gurgles soon turn into desperate, broken whimpers, tears and saliva dripping steadily onto the floor like an open tap.
You feel her body start to seize up.
“Go on then,” you snarl, your own impending release emerging through your brutality. “Show me how well-utilised you can be for me. Cum for me, my innumerably utilised little whore.”
The physical and verbal abuse sends her tumbling towards nirvana.
Ji-eun cums violently around your buried fist, pussy spasming and squirting like a spray bottle as she floods your face and mouth with her release. At the same exact moment, you bury your cock right to the hilt down her convulsing throat and explode. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot straight down her gullet as you keep your fist embedded inside her fluttering cunt, fingers curling and twisting non-stop, forcing her to ride out every second of heavenly pleasure that you’re blessing her with. She is emptied and filled at the same time.
You hold her there, cock and fist plugged deep in your personal extension power plug, letting the aftershocks ripple through her ruined body. Only when her trembling finally begins to fade do you slowly withdraw your hand from her gaping, ruined pussy with a wet, obscene squelch. A flood of her juices follows, raining down onto the couch beneath her as her body falls onto the soft cushion.
You pull your cock from her throat with a heavy sigh, watching thick strands of cum and saliva spill from her swollen lips and run down her upside-down, ruined face.
“There we go, almost perfectly utilised,” you murmur, looking at her satisfied cum-stained smile. “One more hole to use.”
prael 💭Asa getting stuffed
Babymonster Asa x Male Reader
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The first time you hook up with your roommate, it’s a culmination of the inevitable. It’s because of genetics - in both the weird way that you get rigid and sensitive every time she wears nothing but a towel moving between her bedroom and the bathroom, and the way the absolute shape of her is a blessing from one god or another (benevolent, clearly).
That’s not in any way a fault of either of you. You’re both as bad as the other, and the argument is that two wrongs make a right. So, while you may have been ogling those legs every time she passes by your door, she’s been standing in the kitchen, watching as you cross in little more than your briefs.
So, you’re not exactly, entirely sure how it got from that to this. Asa is standing close, in a living room of friends, and she smiles at you. Her eyes go hooded and sleepy - all pupils - and you can hear the party counting down the minutes to midnight.
Your heart beats faster when she lifts up on her toes.
Maybe you meet her half of the way. Either way, her lips are on yours. It’s easy - because fuck if this girl can’t kiss - it's a sensation unlike any you've ever felt before. It's electric. The kind of chemistry that belongs in a lab where some sort of experiment has gone spectacularly right. The way you slot together, open your mouth, and taste her. And then she parts her lips to welcome you more, the tip of her tongue is teasing over your lips and then meeting yours, and somewhere between hello and goodbye, you grab her hips and hold her against your front because you need more.
Fuck, you think, all the girls you've met in your life, so help you fucking god - you never knew what you were missing before. "Fuck, Asa," you whisper into the kiss when it gets so deep, you think your lungs may give in.
Then she moans into the kiss, her fingers combing up the back of your neck and threading through your hair. "Mm," she hums to you, breathless and soft, "what?" She pulls back to check you’re still with her, the both of you breathing hard.
You swear you were drunk five minutes ago, but now you’re stone-cold sober, staring down at this girl you’ve known for most of your college years, and all you want is for this moment to last forever. You want her everywhere, want to feel more of her skin, and taste more of her lips, and have her pull on your hair until you spill out everything you can give her.
For a split second, you hesitate. And you can see Asa realising the same thing.
"Asa," you say again, only there's something else in your voice now - a different set of intentions. It hangs in the air between you; it might be fear or caution, and a hint of something darker. Desire, something urges you to admit. You don't. You don't want to say it out loud.
And because Asa is Asa and has never known a single moment of restraint, she doesn't give you time to think twice. Her fingers twist harder in your hair, and when she pulls you down to meet her - holy fuck - the kiss turns ravenous.
"Tell me I can do more than just kiss you," she whispers onto your mouth, and if you hadn't already lost the ability to breathe, you do then.
You're nodding, and thinking you'd let her choke the life out of you if she asked. The kisses continue. It's wet and messy, filthy in the best kind of way that leaves you wanting so much more.
So, with hands on her tiny waist, and your mouth hot against hers, you lead her backwards toward your bedroom. There's a quick moment when she fumbles for the doorknob, and you help without even giving it a thought. Then the two of you are stumbling inside, and you're praying that you left your bed in a half-decent condition.
You get her down onto the sheets with the lights off, your hand already travelling up the side of her body; you barely feel the way she shifts to kick her shoes off. Asa sits up as you kiss down her neck, licking and biting and savouring the soft noises she makes into your ear. She tugs her shirt over her head while you're working the button and zipper on her pants. These clothes will be gone in near record time.
You will drink that body in. Drink it until you choke on it.
You barely have a moment to kiss over the tops of her breasts, or to dip your tongue between the valley and wonder what she might taste like there, when Asa is moving you. Her fingers wrap tight again into your hair, and she doesn't so much as force, as urge you down her torso, helping you push her jeans down and off. Then your mouth is trailing down her bare skin, your lips mapping out the shape of her abs - and fuck, your tongue is so close to the spot that you really want to bury your face in between her legs, but she just whines, impatient.
“Lower, please -” The words barely make it out among her shaky gasps and moans. You look up over the planes of her body, all those enchanting contours that almost capture your attention so wholly that you don’t notice her dark eyes. They’re looking right down at you with intent. Her hand lowers and her thumb meets your jaw. “Come on, aren’t you curious?”
"Like you wouldn't believe," is the only reply you give before you drag her underwear down her legs and are met with the most incredible view you'll ever witness.
"Just checking," Asa laughs, "for science, really."
"Is that what we're calling it?" You trace your thumb through her folds, spreading them wide to take in every pretty inch of her glistening cunt. You feel her shudder at the touch - good - you want to test her patience first, see just how much she needs it. More touches follow, your fingers following the seam of her cunt, and a shudder courses through her.
"Hey," she groans, and arches up. You have to push your hand flat to her lower stomach just to keep her from lifting off the bed completely.
"You're impatient," you accuse with a slight laugh, and she cracks one eye open to glare down at you.
"If you weren't down there with your mouth so close to where I need it, I-"
"Where do you need it?" you ask, keeping your words quiet and mouth so close to her that your breath fans over her most sensitive parts.
Asa sucks in a sharp gasp at the tease. "My clit," she breathes out, "please, please -"
Yeah, alright, you think. You're a pretty weak man at the best of times; any hope of making this last has already been shot to shit. You lean in, planting a soft kiss against the little bundle of nerves, and Asa's entire body goes rigid in shock.
"Oh, god -" she whimpers when you lick up her cunt, settling into it like this is something you've been starving for - like she's oxygen, and you've been drowning for years. "Jesus fucking Christ-"
"Hmm?" Your tongue swirls over her clit, and your fingers pinch her thigh. "Did you just compare me to a deity?"
"The way you're using your mouth," Asa has the audacity to laugh, "I'll get on my fucking knees for you."
Every thought in your brain goes a little haywire. You hum and the vibrations go straight through her, making her whine and grab at your hair. She pulls you back in close, and her thighs tighten to your ears. You don't think she's ever really been that religious, but her sudden appreciation for the things above? Fair enough, you'll take it. "Careful," you rasp out onto her pussy, and without warning, you drop your mouth over her clit and suck.
"Ohhh -" Asa throws her head back. "Ah, fuck -" she sighs, canting her hips forward like she wants to bury your face right into her cunt. And far be it from you to refuse such a pretty invitation.
You groan into her folds, lapping at her wetness. You can feel the tension building in her legs, how she's starting to tremble. "Almost," Asa gets out, breathless and stuttering. "Like that," she directs, angling your head a little to the left, grinding your nose into the space just above her clit as your tongue flickers over it. "Right there," she pants, holding you in place. "Yes - oh! Fuck!"
And you're used to praise, but when Asa's thighs close tight around your head, when she has to stifle a scream in the pillow, you think you've just found a brand new favourite form of it.
You kiss her soft thighs when she finally lets you up for air, and then slide back up her body to look down at her. Her eyes have gone glassy, and she's gazing at you with complete, undiluted want. Your cock is aching for some relief, but damn if this isn't the best sight you'll ever see.
"I have plans for that cock," Asa warns with a lazy smile, tracing her finger down your chest and then lower. It stops at the band of your jeans, and you swallow at the brush of her knuckles against your hips. Her eyes turn dark again as she looks at your lips; she licks her own. "Want you to fuck me so hard I can't even think straight."
"Shit, Asa." Your fingers ghost along her neck, along her jaw, and you tilt her head up. "Think we've gone a little too far this time. Can't go back."
"Hmm, good." She lifts up, and all the air leaves your lungs as she pushes you over, back to the bed, her leg tossed over your lap. Your hands come to her thighs out of sheer instinct, and you realise Asa is already trying to undo your pants. "Finally get to see if you're as hung as I imagined."
"And just how often have -"
"Not enough," she tells you with her focus set on freeing your cock from the constraints of your underwear. "All the goddamn time." Asa watches your dick hit against your stomach with a grin that's absolutely diabolical. "Fuck, yes," she whispers. "Perfect."
There's this freeze frame of this little thing perched across your thighs, bottom lip between her teeth, and one hand around the base of your cock, and if you die tonight, that'll be fine. You'll take that memory with you anywhere and everywhere for the rest of your existence. Because then she looks up at you through her lashes, smiles, and leans forward to let a stream of her saliva spill over the head. Her hand pumps you once, spreading the wetness, and the moan that drops from your mouth is beyond your comprehension.
She bites her lip again, eyes watching your face. "Just like I imagined," she says and twists her wrist, "big and thick. Perfect for fucking me full."
"You little -" you start to say, and Asa just winks, like she already knows what she does to you, what you think of her, and what you need to happen next.
The way she looks at it, it's worship - eyes never leaving the sight of you, biting her lip and rolling her hips at how she thinks you'll feel inside of her.
"Fuck," she breathes, and her pussy slides right up the length of your cock. "So fucking big." The first stroke of her along you, and your mouth falls open; she just holds your shoulders for balance, tilting her hips to grind her clit against you, and fuck. "You feel that, don't you," she whispers, "dripping all over you. I'm so fucking wet - you're making me lose my mind."
You wrap your arms around her waist, flattening a palm over the base of her spine. With the low groan in your chest, you pull her closer, lifting her up. "Then let me inside," you growl. "Let me feel you."
"Yeah," Asa nods quickly. The head of your cock slips a little and catches on her entrance, "You want in?"
"Fuck, yes.”
She dips down, and you see the exact moment she takes you inside of her cunt - how her eyes go black and hooded, and her lips part. There's this long groan that trembles out of her - all honey-sweet and so perfect. "Oh fuck," she cries, "oh my god."
She's tighter than you could ever have imagined - your whole body shakes with the effort not to blow your load right then. But somehow you manage, and Asa rests her forehead against yours, breathing in short, heavy pants. She takes a moment, and you give it to her. But then she pushes back and rolls her hips, working her tight cunt down your length. You're about to lose your goddamn mind at how soft she feels. "Asa…"
"Mmm?" She hums, and the motion sends a shiver through the two of you.
"You're so ti -"
"I know. Can feel you. Stretching." She laughs a little, just one short huff. "Fuck, you're huge."
You fist the sheets, your knuckles turning white, and you're struggling with every breath to not grab hold and pound into her like an animal. Like your body is fucking begging for you to do. Like maybe if you weren't so desperately into this girl that you've lost any and all rationale - and you might, just for this, tell her how you feel.
But then she rises up your cock, gripping your shoulders for leverage, and your brain just fizzles. You're left completely and utterly fucking addicted to her, unable to do anything but feel.
Every drop back down, she takes you further in, every shift of her thighs to bring you deeper, has her head tipped back in pleasure. You love seeing her like this - all fucked-out and loud and messy. You love every fucking second of it.
"Am I taking all of you?" Asa asks eventually, head forward again, the words punched out as she begins to circle her hips once she's flush against you.
You're gripping her thighs as you tell her, "No. Almost." And she gasps at the knowledge.
"Too deep," she's whispering to you, trying to roll again but finding herself way too full. "Babe, oh -" Asa's mouth falls open again as she squirms, and fuck, the look on her face is priceless. There's just so much pleasure written there, you can't help it; your hips start to move to help meet her, and she just falls apart. "That's it," she keens, loud and desperate. "Fuck me full."
There's very little that remains between the two of you - just sweaty bodies and hungry lips and the sound of moaning. You push up into her, watching her cute tits bounce each time she gets more of you in her tight, tight cunt. The little noises of surprise she makes every time your cock brushes something deep inside her drive you crazy.
"Gonna ruin me," she tells you, breathless and honest, and her eyes roll when you drive into her particularly hard.
"You're already ruined," you say, trying to focus and not fuck up the rhythm you've worked into. "Don’t care if you are."
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” She throws her arms over your shoulders, and when you push her down your cock again, she sinks her teeth into the bend of your neck. "Oh, fuck," she moans, "just a little more. Ah!"
You pull her close, and with her legs around your hips, it's only one more rough, needy, snap into her tight, twitching heat that has Asa quaking in your arms. Her mouth is leaving damp kisses across your shoulders, your throat; she mumbles nonsense as she fucks back on you to get herself through her orgasm. The aftershocks have her cunt clenching, squeezing, and you can feel the warning that you're going to pop start to trickle up your spine.
"Asa," you mumble into the crook of her neck, hands under her perfect ass, "I can't hold it, if you keep -"
"It would be so fucked up if you cum inside me," she says, breathless and riding the last waves of her climax, her grin pressing into your collarbone. She nips you with her teeth, grinding down a little harder. "Totally would."
"Asa," you warn.
"Not saying you should, but..." She pulls away, her hands on your jaw, and gazes deep into your eyes. "You're going to feel so fucking good when you're finishing in me."
"I shouldn't."
"You shouldn't," she says, sitting upright again. "But..." She lifts and then she turns, throwing her leg over your body and you get the perfect, pretty view of your cock burying deep inside her from behind. Holy fucking shit - her little heart-shaped ass hits your stomach as she takes you again, watching you the whole time over her shoulder, like she wants to see you fall apart.
"I hate you," you grunt, letting your hips snap up into her. She takes it, again and again.
"You say the sweetest things." She meets you in the middle, and she looks back at your face again, those eyes - it's like she's looking straight into your soul, licking her lips. "Cum in my pussy, c'mon, I know you want to. It's okay."
"No -" But your cock is inside her, hitting her in exactly the right spot to make her mewl. She's fucking gorgeous, and her words are going to be the end of you. She's grabbing her ass, pulling the cheeks apart for you and showing you just how well she takes you. And you can't, you really cannot. "Asa." you warn her, not that it seems to do any good.
"Mhm?" She smiles, innocent and sweet, and you know right then and there that you're already done for.
She can probably feel you swelling inside her, twitching, getting harder, bigger. She doesn't stop riding. "You're gonna cum for me, aren't you?" You’re still not sure if it’s a warning or a dare, but then she seems to make the intention all the more concrete. "I can feel it. You're going to make the biggest mess inside me. Bet if I asked nice enough, I could probably have you do it every night."
"Asa -" It’s all in fucking vain.
"It would be so good," she purrs, leaning back, forcing your cock to the absolute base inside her - you feel the head of it hit home deep, and it's too much for you.
The sound that leaves your lips is probably closer to a death rattle, and it sets Asa right off again. She starts laughing in delight, and the shift of her body makes you jerk up into her - fuck, you've lost the fight. Lost it with her last teasing taunt. Maybe a long time before that. White-hot pleasure shoots up your spine, and you're spilling into the warm, clenching embrace of her cunt - just as requested.
"Oh fuck -" She moans and rolls her hips. "That's so much, holy shit. I can feel it, all warm."
Your fingers dig hard into her waist, trying to hold her there while you fuck up into her and flood her full.
"God, that's so fucking hot. You couldn't even stop yourself - didn't even want to - fuck, look at you."
You have just enough sense of self to slide your eyes up to hers and - damn her, really - to see her watching you with the most satisfied grin, knowing full well she's responsible for your undoing. And hell if she isn't making the best damn view out of it, because she lifts and she leans and she shows that pussy to you. Leaking, dripping, a perfect white mess in between her legs. She plays with it, making a mess of herself.
"I have a New Year's resolution, you know?" she says, almost off-handed. You stare up at her in a daze, your brain spinning, struggling to make sense of anything, when she pushes your cum up with her fingers - playing in it. "Want to do this, like, a lot."
"Most resolutions never make it past January," you warn.
"Yeah," Asa cocks her head, amused, "but I don't think this one's gonna be a problem."
Expensive Fuck
Male Reader x ITZY's Hwang Yeji
~2.7k words
“Hi~ Sorry I’m late.”
You turn your head and look at the lady that's sashaying towards you, head tilted in faux embarrassment.
“It's fine,” you say, standing up to introduce yourself. “Miss Hwang right? I was just appreciating the music.”
“Oh darling, please spare the pleasantries. You can just call me Yeji,” she purrs as you pull the chair out before guiding it back in as she sits down.
“That's a really nice watch you got there,” she hums, gaze sweeping over your entire body as you sit back down, eyes lingering on the sparkling garget on your wrist for a moment. “You're really well dressed.”
“That's the least I can do for someone as beautiful as you.”
You take a second—no, third look at her, drinking in her appearance. She looks exactly like how her dating profile looks: pink hair in the main photo, smiling softly with those alluring cat eyes. Sunglasses perched on top of her head like a accessory, you dare say, she looks maybe even better in person.
Her bio was short and flirty: “Looking for someone who knows how to treat a girl right”. After too many painfully boring or overly “normal” matches that went nowhere, you thought of changing the pace. Why not try something different? Something playful. Something mysterious. But now you're wondering if you should have just stayed home. Playful and mysterious my ass.
“Any drink for you?” you ask, raising your hand to call for the waitress.
“Oh, absolutely,” she smiles, batting her eyelids at you, before setting her designer bag to the chair on her side.
The waitress appears almost immediately. Yeji picks up the menu and flips through it, eyes lingering deliberately on the higher-priced items. As expected. She orders the wagyu steak, a bottle of noticeably expensive red wine, and a side of truffle fries.
So much for asking her for her beverage of choice. She doesn’t even ask what you’re having. She just smiles at the waitress and adds, “Oh, and the chocolate lava cake for dessert, please.”
You raise an eyebrow internally but say nothing, before ordering the same as hers (minus the dessert).
The small talk starts easily enough. You compliment her outfit, saying how her white off-shoulder sweater pairs well with her pink hair. She asks about your job, compliments your restaurant choice, laughs at your dry jokes (you’re lame, no helping that) a beat too perfectly. Every laugh is accompanied by a slight lean forward, letting the sweater slip just a little more, revealing the smooth line of her collarbone and the hint of tempting cleavage underneath.
But you notice the patterns quickly.
Whenever the conversation dulls down, her eyes drift to your wristwatch again. When you mention a recent trip, she lights up and says, “Wow, that sounds amazing. I’ve always wanted to go somewhere like that with a person as nice as you…”
When you ask her about her hobbies she talks about how she loves shopping and going for rides in racing cars — both of which probably costing more per hour than most people's monthly salary.
And that's not all.
She eats slowly, savoring every bite, making soft appreciative sounds that border on sensual. “This steak is so good. You have great taste in places.” Another glance at the wine bottle. Another smile at your watch.
By the time the main course is finished, you're borderline irritated. She’s beautiful, and there's no denying that. The way her lips wrap around the fork. The way her tongue licks the creamy soup off the spoon. The occasional brush of her foot against your leg under the table which might have been “accidental” but probably isn't.
Everything about her screams money-grubber. She’s here for a free meal. Maybe she'll drag you out to buy more of her designer goods she bragged about bought with her “own” money.
You’ve seen this type on dating apps before. Girls who treat every date like an audition for a sugar daddy. Flirty enough to keep you hooked, expensive enough to test how deep your pockets are. It fucking pisses you off. You’re not even desperate for a relationship. You don’t mind treating someone on a first date, but the blatant seduction and fake innocence behind her every smile everytime? It makes your jaw tighten and your fist clench.
Still, when she excuses herself to the restroom and returns with her makeup freshly applied and that same teasing smile, you feel your body react against your prided “better judgment” and all your past failed experiences.
She really is hot as fuck.
The kind of hot that makes rational thought short-circuit.
Dessert arrives. She digs into the chocolate lava cake with a savouring hum, scooping a spoonful of thick molten chocolate and holding it out toward you playfully. “Want some? It’s amazingly sweet like you.”
You decline. She shrugs and continues eating, occasionally glancing at you (and your watch) with those sharp, pretty eyes.
When the bill comes, she doesn’t even pretend to reach for her purse. She just leans back, sipping the last of her wine, watching you with a small, expectant smile as you pull out your card.
“Thanks for dinner,” she says sweetly once you’ve paid. “It was really nice. You’re generous.”
The word “generous” lands like a hook to your chin.
“Yeah. Well… it was something.” You say, standing up and grabbing your jacket.
Outside, the night air is cool. “I guess I won't be seeing you again?” Yeji cocks her head at you, already expecting your acceptance of her shamelessness.
But the next thing you know, you're in an expensive hotel room with her mouth wrapped around your cock.
“Mmm… such a generous cock,” she murmurs after pulling off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to your glistening shaft. She strokes you slowly with her soft hand, thumb circling the sensitive underside. “All that money you spent on my wagyu steak and expensive wine… and now I get to enjoy this thick reward. How thoughtful of you.”
Yeji’s white sweater and skirt is already lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, but she's not naked. You would never have known if you just sent her home, but beneath it, she's wearing a revealing black leather and mesh outfit with little glimmering gemstones scattered all over her chest. Her soft pink hair sways rhythmically as she takes you back in, all while kneeling between your spread legs on the thin carpet.
“Your cock tastes so fucking good,” she muffles, her glossy lips stretched wide around your thick, throbbing cock. The wet, velvety heat of her mouth engulfs you completely as she swallows your meat, all while her tongue swirls around the swollen head whenever she comes up for a breather.
“Fuck Yeji, your mouth—” you grunt.
“Mmmph~” she moans, sliding down inch by inch, taking more of you with every bob of her head. You're still irritated as fuck, but her mouth, the sloppiness, the obscene, wet slurping sounds that echoes in the small room. It's all driving you insane.
Saliva drips from the corners of her mouth as she gags on your cock, running down your shaft and dripping onto the sparkling gemstones of her top. You groan deeply, one hand tangling in her silky pink strands, guiding her movements. Pulling her off your cock for a moment, you tilt her head up and stare into those sexy cat-like eyes.
“I paid for your dinner, so pay me with your body,” you growl.
Yeji smirks and stuffs you back into her throat, humming around your length, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure straight to your balls. She pulls back until only the tip remains between her lips, then plunges down again, relaxing her throat to take you deeper, harder and faster. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, filled with wicked amusement and raw hunger.
“Pay you?” she purrs, pulling off to lick her lips. “You bought me wagyu. Now you're the one who’s feeding me more meat.” Before you can respond, she dives back down, sucking you with renewed fervor. Her head moves faster now, thrusting onto you with long, sloppy strokes that have her gagging softly when your tip hits the back of her throat. She works you expertly, one hand pumping the base in time with her mouth while the other gently rolls and massages your balls.
“Fuck… Yeji…” you hiss, hips bucking involuntarily into her warm mouth as the irritation slightly dissipates for a moment.
“You were so irritated during dinner, watching me order whatever I wanted. But look at you now, letting a money-loving slut suck your cock in a expensive hotel. Does it turn you on knowing I only came for the free meal… and this?”
Her words sting, but they also fuel the fire.
“I hate it. I fucking hate money grubbers like you.” You grip her pink hair tighter and push her head down, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts. “But you know what? I also love fucking money grubbers like you who spread you legs wide for fat cocks like mine.”
Yeji moans encouragingly around you, taking in your words like how she's taking in your cock, throat relaxing to let you use her. The wet, gagging sounds grow louder as you thrust deeper, her tongue still working frantically against the underside of your shaft.
She alternates between deep-throating you until her nose presses against your pelvis and pulling back to bestow attention on the head — licking, sucking, and flicking her tongue over the slit to taste every drop of pre-cum leaking out. Saliva is already coated all over her chin and black top, making the gemstones sparkle even brighter under the dim light of the hotel room.
“Fucking slut, gobbling my meat like a greedy bitch,” you moan and thrust into her face, as her lips, tongue and throat works in perfect harmony, all in an effort to drive you insane. After several long minutes of her willing abusement of her face onto you, you finally pull her off. A thick string of saliva stretches between her mouth and your cock before snapping. Her lips are swollen and shiny, mascara slightly smudged, but her eyes are heavy with lust.
You pull her up by the shoulders and shove her onto the bed. Yeji lands on her back with a breathless laugh, immediately propping herself up on both elbows, back arched so her saliva coated gemstone chest juts forward enticingly. The zipper above her pussy is already pulled open, exposing her glistening pussy and puffy lower lips, all for your taking. She spreads her legs wide, inviting you in.
“Feed my other greedy lips more of your thick, fat meat~”
You don’t waste a second. You climb onto the bed between her legs and grip her leather-covered hips, slamming into her in one hard, deep thrust, burying yourself to the hilt in her tight, dripping heat.
Yeji’s head falls back, a sharp, needy moan tearing from her throat. “Ahh—fuck yes! That’s it… stretch me with that generous cock.”
You immediately start pounding into her with raw force, thrusting hard and fast until moans spill out of her mouth. The bed creaks loudly beneath you as your hips snap forward again and again, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room. Each powerful thrust drives your cock deep into her pussy, her greedy walls clenching tightly around you. Her breasts bounce with every impact inside the strappy top, the gemstones sparkling wildly in the dim light.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” she gasps, keeping herself propped up on both hands so she can watch your thick cock disappear into her over and over. “So big… ruining my tight little pussy after buying me that fancy dinner. I love it.”
You grip her hips harder, angling your thrusts to hit that sensitive spot inside her with every stroke. The anger from the restaurant — her calculated glances at your watch, the expensive orders, the way she keeps calling you “generous” — fuels every brutal pound into her wet snatch.
“You’re such a greedy slut,” you growl, slamming into her harder. “Ordering the most expensive shit on the menu like it was nothing.”
Yeji moans loudly, her pussy fluttering around your cock. “Mhmm, I am… I loved every bite of that wagyu while you watched me. And now I’m getting fucked so good for it. Your money makes me wet… your watch makes me cream… but this cock? It makes me soaked.”
She rolls her hips up to meet your thrusts, gasping as you plunge into her over and over again. “Fuck me harder. Use the pussy you paid so generously for tonight.”
You lose yourself in the rhythm, pounding into her relentlessly. The sound of her wet pussy taking every inch, her breathy moans, and the constant filthy taunts push you closer to the edge.
You reach down and pinch one of her nipples through the sheer panel of her top, making her cry out in pleasure.
She keeps talking between moans, voice breaking with every deep thrust. “I love kind men like you… paying for my steak, my wine, my dessert… and then giving me this thick cock as a bonus. I could do this every night, free dinner and a good hard fucking from a lonely guy with deep pockets.”
The pressure builds fast and intense. Your balls tighten as you feel your orgasm approaching.
“You're so fucking greedy,” you grunt, pounding into her as if she committed a grave crime against you.
“Greedy? I just love your fat cock. I love fucking fat cocks from men with fat fucking wallets. Fuck, harder—more please—split me apart—”
“Fuck I'm gonna cum,” you moan, her walls rippling around your cock, warm walls jabbing every inch of your nerves.
“Cum in me please, fuck fill me to the brim—”
You pull out suddenly, standing above her between her spread legs and stroking your slick, veiny cock furiously.
“I’m not cumming inside a slut like you,” you snarl.
Yeji sits up slightly on one hand, the other frantically rubbing her swollen clit as she watches you with dark, pleading eyes.
“Please,” she begs desperately. “Cum for me. I want your hot load so bad. Paint my pretty face, my tits, everything. Cover your money-grubbing slut in cum while you hate how much you want me. Please… I earned it after that expensive dinner, didn’t I?”
She shatters right as she finishes the sentence, convulsing hard as warm juices spill out of her cunt.
“You're a fucking river—fuck, I’m—”
Her filthy begging, the sight of her spread out in lust and the way her pussy clenches visibly from being so thoroughly fucked — it all shatters your control.
You groan loudly as the first powerful rope of cum erupts across her face, splattering her cheek, her swollen lips, and dripping down her chin. She opens her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue, catching as much as she can with a satisfied moan. You keep stroking, painting thick white stripes over her beautiful features, across her pink hair, down her neck, and onto the sparkling gemstones of her top until thick drops are sliding down her chest.
Wave after wave leaves you until you’re completely drained, breathing hard.
Yeji looks utterly wrecked and satisfied, her face and chest glistening with your release, chest heaving. She licks her lips slowly, savoring the taste, and looks up at you with that same taunting, post-orgasm smirk.
After catching your breath, you tuck yourself back into your pants, heart still pounding. Then, almost against your supposed better judgment again, you mutter:
“Give me your contact. Number. Address. Whatever.”
Yeji lets out a soft, teasing laugh. She wipes a thick streak of cum from her cheek with two fingers and sucks them clean while holding your gaze. Reaching for her phone on the nightstand, she unlocks it, and holds it out to you with that wicked little smile.
“You hate money-loving sluts, remember?” she teases huskily. “Why would you want my number?”
You stare at her, exhaling slowly.
“I’m lonely.”
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