This had to be the weirdest thing Seulgi ever did. And the weirdest thing Seungwan ever did as well. Though, the alpha looked like she enjoyed it. Her eyes lit up, curious yet happy, transfixed at Seulgi's breasts that were cupped within her hands.
"Seungwan.." Seulgi whimpered, biting her lips to prevent herself from moaning when Seungwan's fingers grazed her sensitive nipple.
Seungwan looked up, somewhat surprised to see whatever expression Seulgi was wearing. The alpha's surprise switched to concern in one second. She pulled her hand away as she leveled her gaze with Seulgi's. "Does that hurt you?"
Seulgi shook her head. "N-not really. But they're really…sensitive. And a bit too heavy, so I'd appreciate if you don't drag this longer."
"Oh, okay."
With that, Seungwan pressed her hand over Seulgi's left breast, gently squeezing it from base to the top. Seulgi can't help but to moan as milk spilled out of her nipple, feeling a sudden relief as the weight in her breast lessened considerably. The uncomfortable fullness slowly receded as Seungwan continued to massage her breast, pressing and pushing over the palpable lumps filled with milk.
The stimulation on her left breast prompted her right to start leaking. But Seungwan was busy cleaning the spilt liquid while massaging her. So Seulgi raised her own hand, covering her right breast, trying to prevent it from leaking too much and ruin Seungwan's bedsheet.
"Ah—" her effort was futile. A drop of whitish fluid fell unto Seungwan's bedsheet, followed by a steadier stream that was caused by the pressure she inflicted to her own breast.
Her voice caused Seungwan to look up. Before Seulgi managed to apologize, she shivered at the clouded hunger in Seungwan's eyes.
"I'm sorry…" she muttered, turning her head away to avoid Seungwan's gaze.
The alpha didn't respond. Instead, Seungwan shifted, moving her legs in such ways she ended up almost straddling Seulgi, but also in a far more comfortable position to face the troubled omega.
"It's fine." Seungwan muttered back. She put her other hand to Seulgi's right breast, giving it the same treatment with the left one. She swatted Seulgi when she tried to offer help, squeezing her breast a little harder when Seulgi protested.
It sent a pleasant jolt all over Seulgi's body. One that zapped through her spine straight to her pussy. Her womanhood had been tingling with need ever since Seungwan touched her breasts, but the way Seungwan fondled it firmer than before caused the itch to grow even bigger.
Seulgi only let Seungwan help because that was what friends do—help each other.
Bullshit. All of it. Of them both.
Seungwan knew Seulgi had the milking machine already—she didn't need anymore help. Yet she asked, and Seulgi allowed her. It was a lie if they told themselves this session was purely platonic; purely happening due to their obligation to help each other.
There was nothing platonic about fondling your best friend's breasts to milk her. Nothing platonic about the way Seulgi moaned and pushed her chest outwards with every gentle squeeze. Nothing platonic about the tent that was rapidly forming on Seungwan's booty shorts.
Nothing fucking platonic as Seungwan surged forward, catching Seulgi's leaking nipple between her lips.
A wanton cry escaped Seulgi as she looped her arms around Seungwan's head, crushing her into her chest as the alpha nipped and sucked her breast. Seulgi felt the rough surface of Seungwan's tounge swirling around her areola, poking into the small fissure that allowed milk to spill from her breasts.
Seungwan was tasting it—drinking it. She didn't let any more drops of milk wasted while she pushed Seulgi to lie on her back. Seulgi obeyed, falling into the soft mattress, fingers catching the fabric of Seungwan's tank top and grabbed on for dear life.
"Sweet."
Seulgi heard Seungwan muttering to her chest as the alpha pulled back. She felt her breasts much lighter than before, having been adequately milked. Seungwan didn't stop, though, licking a trail all over Seulgi's ribs. She kissed and licked up to Seulgi's collarbones, onto her neck and jaw, leaving a bite on Seulgi's neck along with a growl as she bucked her hips down.
Seulgi gasped. The heaviness in her breasts had apparently transferred to Seungwan. To the lengthy appendage on her crotch that now begged for attention.
The consistent pressure over her core had Seulgi reeling. That need, that emptiness in her, the unsatiated hunger that perfectly mirrored Seungwan's own prompted Seulgi to grind her hips down. Meeting Seungwan's bulge halfway, relishing in their harmonious moan as their sensitive centers pressed against each other.
Seulgi preened when Seungwan nipped her ear. The alpha bucked once, and twice, before she weighed down harder unto Seulgi's drenched womanhood. It thrilled Seulgi with want, of the anticipation for her chance to return the favor, for it was now her turn to milk Seungwan dry.
Mind if I request “my home is your body” for Wenseul? 🥺🙏🏼
warning: hybrid au, blood mention
some nights, seungwan's tremors are strong enough to shake them both. seulgi wakes in less than a second, concern flooding her veins as her puppy continues to whine. she's always hesitant to touch her, worrying that the abrupt awakening will cause the hybrid to panic and get worse.
"seungwan, shhh, it's okay." seulgi hopes her voice can seep into the blonde's dreams instead, pull her away from cramped cells, matted fur, the scent of blood. "you're here, come back to me."
the hybrid startles awake from her own whimpers, eyes glazed and haunted. then she looks at seulgi, and suddenly they're washed with clarity and gratitude. "seulgi..."
on nights like this, seulgi does her best to cater to seungwans more feral instincts. to mate. to mark. the act grounds her more than words could.
seulgi accommodates her demands, tugging the hybrid's boxers down until she can stroke and lick her until she's red and swollen. when seungwan turns her around and makes her present herself, bites at her neck, growls into her skin– seulgi takes the hybrid's cock without protest. she fucks back and meets her pet's desperate thrusts, just how she likes it, lets her cum inside and fill her with her seed. seulgi reminds seungwan she's here, she's hers.
I am so horny for Wendy and ur recent post omg… Thoughts on dom mommy Wendy and overstimulation I beg
the amount of fun she has overstimulating you… she can be so mean when she wants, the type to make you cum three times with her mouth only and left you on the verge of tears, sitting back with a smirk to watch you recover your breath, leaning to kiss you passionately then and using it as distraction so you don’t see her fingers going back to your hole. laughs when you squirm and try to push her hand away, going faster, whispering things such as “just one more for mommy, hm? you can do it”
of course she doesn’t mean it. uses the strap on you after and you’re sure you’re going to die from pleasure. overly praises you after your fifth orgasm, wipping your tears and saying you did so well. tries her best to not stimulate you even more while cleaning you up, apologizing every time you flinch :(
having many thoughts about gp!mommy wendy that likes to fuck you until she is the overstimulated one. maybe asking you to keep riding her after she cums or for you to keep sucking her.. both you and her lost in pleasure..
seungwan is charming, suave, and gorgeous; women blush until their ears are red as soon as she flashes them her smug smirk, grants them her attention, drags her gaze along their bodies. in every room she enters, she becomes the center of attention.
even this one.
"what's the matter, seungwan-ah?" joohyun's whisper is close, velvet voice ghosting across her neck, but seungwan can't see her past the cloth covering her eyes; can't touch her, wrists handcuffed above her head. she can only feel joohyun's weight atop her pelvis, her folds clenching around her aching dick. "isn't this what you wanted? aren't i what you wanted?"
joohyun, the elusive, beautiful, genius older student. everybody thinks seungwan and her would be perfect together. the rebellious playgirl and the straight-laced scholar.
and they are, but...
the older girl is everything she's ever wanted– but she's always imagined joohyun would be the one at her mercy. not this.
she can't voice her complaints with joohyun's fingers knuckle-deep in her mouth. seungwan can only suck on them harder and moan around the digits as the older girl's cunt forms that perfect airtight sleeve for her sensitive, overstimulated cock.
seungwan can't help it, pinned down and locked in place; can't do anything but jerk her hips as she cums inside one–
“So can you tell me why you decided to stop by here, out of all places?” you ask, intently gazing at your uninvited guest.
The thing is, you’re also an uninvited guest.
You’re inside a hotel room, not your home.
The woman leans back on her chair, smiling radiantly, mirroring that same deep stare back. She takes a moment to ponder through her answer, let her eyes linger on you a little longer.
“I missed you.”
“Do your members even know of your wheareabouts?” you say, worried. She should be anywhere else but here.
She strongly shakes her head, waves it off as a non-concern. “No, but you shouldn’t worry about them at all.”
“So they—”
“They’re too busy having fun by themselves.” Kang Seulgi has this dour expression on her lips, as if you’re asking beyond what you’re supposed to. “Again, you shouldn’t worry about any of them.”
“I’m surprised they haven’t caught on about our secret—yet.”
Seulgi chuckles, running through fond memories in her head. “I keep my promises, remember? And you haven’t.”
It’s not easy to defend your case to Seulgi, even if the reasons are justified. Back then, you were both young and reckless, and based on how she acts and sounds now, she still is. Of course you still remember the promise you made, much clearer now that she’s suddenly back in your life again than when you first spoke about them years ago. Life really finds a way to make sure you hold up your end of the bargain, pursuing you even as far as the ends of the earth.
“You know very well I couldn’t stay longer than a year,” you say, sitting on a dinner chair across from her.
“Then why did you promise me that you would come back then?”
She rolls her eyes.
“Look—” you pause and catch a breath. Note the sudden lump suddenly stuck in your throat—a byproduct from years of pent-up feelings from a lack of closure. “Life happened. Shit happens. I didn’t willingly forget, I just didn’t get any opportunity to see you again.”
“Sure, sure. Willingly forget, right.” Seulgi scoffs at your answer, as if you weren’t going through difficult circumstances like she had, as if you had no battles to fight. “I bet you were doing better once you left me to go home, like they always do.”
“Did you not hear anything I just said?” you reply, raising your voice. “I told you life happened!”
“Okay, let’s remove the part where none of us could fly for a year, maybe two. How about the rest?” Seulgi retaliates with another question, and it leaves you in utter disbelief at how stubborn she is. Perhaps that’s the one thing that brings you two together: just how headstrong you both are. “Did you even try to reach out at all?”
Your eyes immediately stray away from hers, much to her audible disdain. No words required to imply anything else.
“Okay, I guess I did forget about you,” you say, and it’s a half-truth, primarily because you want to avoid any more of this unnecessary drama resurfacing, especially when you’re on vacation out of all times. A nice five-star hotel in Los Angeles, a place you don’t have eager thoughts to travel to, apart from the occasional leave and maybe the multiple team playoff games in the spring. “What do you think happened when I tried to get another visa?”
“Should have asked me for help. I could have vouched for you,” she replies, as if that’s going to improve your chances whatsoever. It doesn’t help in the slightest now. “But what’s the point in talking about that now? I’m here now, so we can catch up on what we missed out on.”
You let your annoyance be known in the form of an indignant sigh. After a brief pause, you quietly retort, “You should have led with that to begin with.”
“Well sorry I’m not the same girl I was four years ago,” she says, tone miffed. “I mean, just look at yourself.”
You fall back on the chair, covering your mouth, preventing more damage. Point heard and taken. Your appalled reaction elicits a quiet giggle out of her.
“So unserious. You’ve always been like that,” she adds, clenching her hand into a fist, observing as you crumble and fall apart before her. “We’re both stuck in the past, but at least I grew; became a better person out of it. And you?”
“Seul,” you say, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she stops this personally charged attack on your character, but she doesn’t stop; she lets her mouth run every thought, every unspoken word built up from four years of waiting. It’s almost comical how she talks about you, like she has an audience listening to her, you included, and you can imagine all the laughs and jeers as she talks. She knows how to charm anyone with the right words and a dash of charisma added in between. Most of it, both insults and playful jokes alike, obscured behind those cute eyes and puffy cheeks that capture your attention whenever she smiles, having lost her anger somewhere in that impromptu rant.
And it ends like it always has. A show of affection, a little kiss, then you’re both back in each other’s arms, as if the passage of time was a mere afterthought. It’s the oldest trick in the book that you know.
And it works as it always has. To a fault.
—————
“Gotta say, I hate it when you do that. It’s like cheating and I really fucking hate it,” says Seulgi, between impassioned kisses, tasting each other’s lips like water in a desert. “That’s the one thing I don’t miss about you.”
“Yet you’re still kissing me,” you reply, pecking her lips rapidly, like you have a point to prove. You caress her bare shoulders, while your fingers play with the spaghetti straps holding her shirt together. She mirrors you with your own shirt, tugging at its fabric, itching to undress you as much as you.
Kang Seulgi can complain all she wants, but she falls for it every single time.
“Shut up.” Seulgi rests her warm palms against your cheeks. With a tight press, you’re puffed up, blushed as bright as the sun.
You make out with each other hungrily, urgently reaching for the bedroom, where you end up pushing her onto the mattress. It’s only then you remember just how hot Seulgi looks when she’s at her simplest: in a pink camisole and really short jean shorts. She really had this all planned out, knowing she’d be traveling the States all summer long, and California isn’t the most inviting place to wear her typical clothes.
Or maybe she learned a thing or two from Joy about wearing skimpier clothing in public.
“You’re staring,” she comments, snapping you out of your lust-filled daze. Seeing this, she spreads her toned, slender legs apart, as if inviting you inside them—an offer you absolutely won’t refuse. “I don’t have all night to wait, baby.”
“Hm, how long are you here then?” you ask as you undress right in front of her.
She doesn’t give an immediate answer; her eyes linger on the growing tent on your bulge, before she scans up to your face as you hover above her on the bed. “Gonna have to be more specific. We’ll be here for a month before heading home.”
“Here. Los Angeles, I mean,” you quickly comment as you lift her slinky arms over her head and kiss down from her temple to her neck.
“Mmm—” Enraptured by your soft lips, her words crumble into nothing but a whine against your ear. “Five days. Practice tomorrow and on Thursday, then two shows the days after.”
“And do you have any free time in between schedules?” You whisper against her neck, slowly lifting her shirt over her head, leaving only a simple pink bra to cover her. You sneak a finger between her shorts, dig between the fabric to brush her folds, wincing at a newly wet sensation.
"Oh." Seulgi says, voice deep and breathy, shuddering as you press into her slick. Her thoughts go haywire, your long-forgotten touch so fresh and foreign to her, even though you’ve had her in this position countless times.
"Between practices maybe?"
"God." Seulgi sucks in a gasp of air, chews on her lip, and says what you're both thinking: "I need you to fuck me so fucking bad."
“Answer the question first, Seul,” you tease, stroking her sensitive clit with your digit, then placing a second one to overwhelm her. “I really want to know so we don’t waste whatever time we have left.”
Much to her chagrin, the moans and quivers she releases do just that. It’s not primarily her fault when you’re the one instigating. Still, she can’t help but become helpless beneath you.
“Mm—mm—please—just—fuck—” she cries out, tilting her chin as her words are reduced to nothing but helpless mewls and moans. It’s almost cruel to watch, but you’re enjoying every moment of this, relishing the sight of a pleasure-laden Seulgi squirming as you finger her. Part of it might have something to do with the brief argument you had earlier, but as she said, you never really became a better person out of your brief little fling.
And perhaps for your sex life, it was all the more better for it.
She really had no time to waste, hectic schedule and all, but you had all the power and freedom to pin her down like this as long as you wanted. You hated Southern California as much as the day job that allowed you to vacation here in the first place, but you’d happily request a transfer here if it meant you could fuck Seulgi like this as often as you could. You certainly know that this isn’t the reality, but at least for one night, and God willing, the next few days, it is.
“Answer the question, Seul,” you repeat in her ear, every word laced with venom, as your fingers increase in pace stroking her slick cunt. Even with the obstructive layers of fabric around her groin, it only serves as a minor distraction as you pump your digits inside her, never letting up even in rapidly growing heat. As for Seulgi, it only makes her needier, whine louder and her figure squirm more violently, keeping your fingers in a harsh lock. Unable to keep herself together, her fingers squirm at air, then at the sheets as her climax quickly approaches.
“Mm—oh—oh—gonna cum oh my—”
It takes only a few more pumps before she lets up, giving in to her first of hopefully many orgasms tonight. Slack jawed, neck exposed, she utters a deep, echoed moan as her juices coat your buried fingers between her folds, staining her underwear and shorts in the process. You keep your digits tucked in her heat, slowing your pace to a stop as she rides down her climax, heaving and gasping for air.
“Didn’t expect you to cum so fast, Seul,” you say, withdrawing your newly drenched fingers from between her legs before putting them in your mouth, tasting her delicious slick. “You still taste so good after so long.”
While she recovers from her orgasm, you pick away at the remainder of her clothes. Shorts and underwear go flying off your hand, and her nakedness reveals the true aftermath: an endless flow of juices dripping from her cunt down to the sheets. As you undress her, you notice the sticky puddle built up on her panties too.
It isn’t your problem.
You hover up to a limp Seulgi, who’s still reeling from her orgasm. An ear to ear grin forms on your lips as you repeat the process. Kiss down her neck, to her collarbones, until you lay your face against her cleavage, playfully teasing her breasts with a hint of tongue, if not for the bra you’ve purposefully left in place. She’s too weak to resist or respond, having turned into a shell of herself, an outlet to satisfy your personal desires. Hungry for more, you sneak those same fingers back into her folds, forcing weak, shrilly whines out of her mouth.
“Mm—baby, we don’t have enough time—” she blurts, desperate, before drowning in her own moans as you slowly finger her again. You know she’s wrong, you know you have all the time in the world, and you certainly won’t rush, not when tomorrow is uncertain.
You struggle to unclasp the hook on her bra, having buried your face deep into her skin. It’s only after Seulgi regains a little control of herself that she assists you, intertwining your hand with hers before you work together to finally undo the obstructive piece of clothing. She slips the straps off her shoulders, tossing them aside before you dive head first into her now bare chest again, kissing and fondling her breasts.
With every deep kiss, she reciprocates with a whine, and every mewl dripping from her lips comes out a note higher than the last. She clings to your shoulders while you make out with her, like you’re the only reason why she would want to be here. You feel the same way, too. Her eyes flutter open and close like window curtains, mouth pouting and puckering with hunger yet to be fully satisfied, as curved and cute as that smile is.
She eventually stops you dead, cups a warm palm on your cheek, redirecting your eyes and meeting hers.
“I didn’t come to make love tonight,” she says, panting between words. “I came here to get fucked. Hard.”
The way she articulates such filthy thoughts leaves you breathless. Sure, she’s said it countless times when you were still together, but you’ve never seen her sound this passionate, this desperate, this needy, that it’s almost uncanny. Up until this point, you thought she was here to reignite a flame, but it seems as though time has burned those fond memories away.
Suddenly, you find yourself lying flat on the bed. It happened so fast; you were caught unawares and in awe of Seulgi’s newfound strength. She flipped you over then proceeded to straddle herself on your lap, resting her lanky arms on your bare chest. There’s nowhere to look except for those glazed eyes, staring you down hungrily. Even as she slowly slips off your underwear and your cock springs free, tapping the edges of her folds, your gazes remain locked toward each other.
And God, Seulgi’s figure is so fucking perfect.
You wonder just how much better her body could look when it was already flawless. The way she used every curve, every muscle, and every subtle movement to hypnotize you couldn’t be any more convincing. Now you wanted to fuck her as hard as she wanted, maybe rougher, and give her a good reason to stay a little longer.
She catches you staring doe-eyed, smiles with an audible giggle. “God, is this the first time you’ve seen me naked like this? Be real. This is nothing new to you.”
It sounds insulting, and it probably is, but even her voice sounds sexier now to your ears, and that overlooks the intentioned insult.
“Oh, I get it. None of these girls fucked you as well as I did, huh?” she continues, leaning her face—and the rest of that fucking body, its immaculate figure—ever close to you, pinning you deeper into the mattress. Her lips inches away from yours; you want to kiss them again so bad. “Gonna make sure you won’t ever consider anyone else except me.”
Right before you make a move, she asserts herself over you, drawing back her figure, lifting herself before slowly descending on your raging erection. It’s a difficult, agonizing watch, like watching a car crash in slow motion, only this is something you want to happen immediately. You want her tightness to suffocate and consume you. You want to fill her up with every bit of load you missed out on.
As you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for the inevitable, you gasp. Your tip brushes between her folds heavily, sucks every bit of air out of your lungs. If she buries herself down to your hilt, you might as well die. A much better fate than slowly being grinded down to the dirt for the bare minimum by work.
Seulgi’s eyes slam shut, and through gritted teeth she whines, feeling your cock for the first time in years—might as well be forever. The hands that were glued to your chest make their way to your shoulders, pressing on them tightly, as if the idea of letting go would kill her. Slowly but surely, she penetrates herself, inch by inch, until her whole cunt is consumed whole by your cock, burning your loins with her heat.
You both release a harmonious moan as you let the wondrous feeling settle—the feeling of being one again. She draws a hand back to brush off a wave of dark hair covering her face, then she gingerly leans down to kiss you passionately. Even after all these years, she’s still incredibly tight, incredibly hot, that it brings you back to the first time you took her.
It wouldn’t surprise you if you ended up like this for the rest of the night. The best case scenario, just the two of you tangled up in bed. Of course, her body has other things in mind.
“You have no idea how much I missed this,” says Seulgi, breathing heavily as she continuously brushes those annoying strands of hair covering her beautiful face. “You have no idea how many dildos and people I’ve fucked because of you.”
Your eyes widen. Forget the dildos, that’s a long-running secret between you two. People?
You immediately echo your thoughts into words. “People?”
“When we got here the other day, I was so desperate. I tried so hard. Club after club. Then I saw you roaming around the poolside and I just knew I had to have you.” Her hips begin to move, to buckle around your cock. After a prolonged whine, she adds, “God, I don’t know if I can leave you after I make you cum in me again. I just—”
The motion around her hips accelerates, and Seulgi loses herself in growing pleasure, letting her body do the rest of the talking. The way she lifts and sinks herself down, using your cock to stretch her out clears out every question or thought you have. She feels so fucking good, and you’re more than satisfied watching her make you hers.
Hands on her waist, you watch as she relishes in you, groaning as she rides you in rhythmic motions, bouncing up and down your cock. You don’t even have to do anything; your hips move on their own, thrusting up and meeting her halfway.
“God, you feel so fucking good, so fucking big.” Seulgi slowly leans her body back as she fucks herself on you, enabling you to ogle your now wet cock disappear and reappear between her slick folds.
With each plunge, you find your collective moans join the wet flaps of your flesh slapping flesh, and it leaves you even more breathless. Swallow your throat. You don’t know how much more you can take. The erotic sight and sound is quickly becoming too much to bear. You want the moment to last a little longer.
Not that it’d ever, ever be up for you to decide.
At least Seulgi is gracious enough to recognize this. She continues to impale herself on you, experiment with angles on your cock between thrusts to maximize her already surging pleasure. She isn’t fast nor slow, but perfectly paced to make sure both of you feel good. One hand remains firmly planted on your chest, again, while the other pinches her breast to keep you on your toes. A sight that drives you crazy, now you’re the one breaking rhythm with your now wild strokes.
“I’m gonna lose it, Seul, I swear—” you mutter, aroused by her teasing. She giggles. It’s as she intended.
“Yeah, maybe that’s the point—” she says in a singsong tone, “Maybe I want you to fuck me like this. Maybe I want you to use me like a fleshlight. Maybe I want you to fuck me like a whore.”
At this point, the only feasible thing that could happen is the first one. You’re giving her hard, deep strokes, aroused by the sight over you. Seulgi has you completely under her spell. It doesn’t help that you’re so close, hanging on by a thread, using every bit of your willpower not to burst right before she says so, even though nothing is at stake here.
“I’m so close, Seul,” you say between gasps, caught in the heat of the moment, and it might have been the worst thing you could have possibly said. “I am so close.”
You swear her ears perk up as you spit those words out, as if they were the extra fuel she needed to recharge her. A hand runs across and down your neck, pinches a nerve or two, strains a few breaths in the process. She rides you vigorously, slamming herself against you like she has some kind of resentment against your cock, but it’s out of lust, not hate. At this point, you’re both crashing your bodies into each other, racing to see who gets to cum first, to find out who wants each other more.
“Yes, please cum, I want you to cum—” Seulgi rests both hands bare on your chest, angles her face where your lips can function as a safe cushion for hers when it happens. She smells of everything sweat, sex, and alcohol, her hot breath tainted with the shot or two before making her way to your room. “Please fucking cum for me—”
The remainder of her words gets lost at the tip of her tongue as she fucks herself on you, losing herself in the ecstasy of sex for the final time, every nerve and muscle in her body quivering as her heat suffocates you beyond any point of escape.
Seulgi goes limp, rigid at a point where your cock pokes directly at her womb, and she orgasms. Her mouth slowly dips, producing a whiny, elongated moan while a fresh torrent of her slick creams your shaft and leaves you completely breathless. You grip your hands on your svelte waist, still thrusting through the fading embers of her climax, preparing yourself to follow shortly after hers dies down.
She regains a little composure, and then she proceeds to pull the plug on you.
Seulgi lifts her hips up, right at the moment you expected to reciprocate your cum to fill hers as she did to you, and pulls herself from the depths of your cock as you orgasm. It feels like a knife was stabbed, twisted, then pulled from your gut, and the sight is almost unbearable to watch. Your aching cock gushes. Bursts of your seed geyser around your shaft, violently throbbing as you cry out in agony, agitated and deprived from what you really want.
Her eyes glaze down, as if she’s seeing blood on her hands. After the joy comes the immediate regret. She’s trembling, and you don’t know whether it’s from the aftershock of her orgasm, or from guilt.
“Oh my god. Fuck. I-I’m so sorry—”
“Why the fuck would you do that?” You shout, rolling your eyes as far as the back of your skull and gasping as your orgasm meets an unfortunate end, your cock gradually shrinking as it throbs until nothing spews from your tip.
“I—I didn’t know what came into me,” she says, tone remorseful, as she gently scoots next to you. She’s on all fours, unwilling to rest beside your tired, splayed out figure—unwilling to bring you more misery and pain than what you’re experiencing now. “I guess I just wanted a little payback for ghosting me like that.”
The freezing glare you give her is half-annoyed, half-furious. You had little to no strength to do anything about it, unfortunately, and this is the best you can do.
“Well what can I do about it, jerk,” you blurt, turning your glance the other way, wishing you’d never let her in—both inside this room and back into your life.
The bed lightly quakes, and you feel the warmth of an arm outstretched over your figure. “You can take my ass instead. There’s lube in my bag, go get it if you want.”
You refuse to budge an inch, leave her dry for a few minutes, completely unresponsive toward her. She tries to draw you back in, cuddling and kissing your ear softly, playing with your hair, nuzzling her face against your cheek. As much as you want to push her away, you can’t—both from a lack of strength and a lack of willingness to turn her away again, at least completely.
Seulgi redirects your face to the ceiling and the corners of her face. Caressing your shoulder, she whispers, “I really didn’t mean to. My emotions got the best of me. I never wanted to hurt you like this. Please.”
You briefly glance in her direction, catch her eyes twinkling, nearly at the point of tears. You still don’t entertain her.
“C’mon. I will let you punish me. Use me. Let me make it up for you.”
Still, you don’t bother. Seeing how none of efforts have been working, she slowly hops off the couch and limps out of the room. You’re annoyed that she didn’t close the door on the way out, and a little more after she returns and rejoins you after a moment with a bottle in her hand.
Smiling, she presents the bottle directly in your gaze, confirming it is, in fact, lube. “See? You can fuck my ass. Isn’t this what you always wanted to do with me? Let me warm it up for you.”
You utter an involuntary gasp when Seulgi straddles herself atop you again, her toned, slender legs spread out wide, giving you full view to her cunt and her ass. She strews liquid from the bottle into her hand and coats her holes with the lube, giving you an alluring stare, grinning ear to ear, as if it’ll convince you.
As soon as she finishes glazing her tight holes with lube, you lift yourself from the bed, cupping her face and meeting her lips for a passionate kiss.
“You better not.”
“I wouldn’t think of it.”
Seulgi can’t keep her mouth off you, your chin, your jaw, affection overflowing until she sees your glow underneath the bright lights. Now, she’s flat on the bed as you keep passionately making out, her hand snaking down to your cock and stroking it back to full mast, eliciting a string of moans from your mouth into hers. Pumping your length and finding it hard, she breaks off the kiss and pushes you away.
Turning her body face down, Seulgi clambers atop the bed on all fours, arching her slim back and sticking her wet, curved ass directly in front of you. She’s clearly mastered the art of using her flexible body to seduce and hypnotize. She’s practiced the motion that it’s routine, like it’s a regular music show performance to her.
It’s moments like this when you wish there was a mirror available.
“Whenever you’re ready.” Seulgi looks over her shoulder, brushes off stray locks of hair aside, giving you that ‘fuck me’ stare that overpowers you every time. She says she’s down whenever you are, but you know she has anything but time available.
Still, you were going to indulge in her and make the most of fucking her ass until the sun rises.
You grab a handful of her flesh, stroke your cock with the other hand. Brushing your tip against the entrance of her folds, it’s enough to make her fold, make her crumble. Low whimpers exhale from her mouth, impatiently waiting for you to enter her, to ruin her tighter hole.
“Mm, God, please, put in me already—” she whines, her head spinning—both literally and figuratively. “I don’t know how long I can take it without you inside me.”
“I thought you said whenever I was ready?” you jest, poking fun at what she said moments ago. Hearing the neediness in her voice compels you to tease her. Just your cock against her wet folds has her cries reaching higher. Up, down, and her tone pitches.
“Stop that! Just because I said what I said doesn’t mean I want it as much as you do.”
“I wasn’t complaining this much when you forcefully rode me,” you reply, spanking her ass with a quick palm, forcing a yelp from her. The more she goads, the brighter her cheeks smolder.
“Please just put it in already, oh my God.” Seulgi turns to you, gritting her teeth, so desperate for her cock to be filled. Another slap, another cry of pain and pleasure.
“Keep complaining. I like it when you complain like that.”
“Mm, fuck!” With every word she tries to utter from her lips, your hand meets her flesh with a powerful smack, disrupting her train of thought. You could write poems, lyrics, sonnets, with the syllables she's stuttering out, until even the slightest of noise is enough to warrant another slap of her ripe ass. Soon enough, her cheeks are burning the brightest of red.
And you still haven’t put your dick anywhere inside her.
“Enough teasing! Fuck me already—mmmph!”
You take her by surprise, nudging your cock against the tightness of her smaller hole, and making her moan the loudest she’s ever moaned so far tonight. Her body tries to resist, to push you off before you can fully sink yourself deep in her ass, but the wetness of her entrance is enough to help you nudge yourself inside. Seulgi’s groan drags out as long as the time it takes for you to penetrate her backside, slowly but surely burying yourself to the hilt.
When you finally reach the depths of her ass, you groan in agony as you drown in the sensation of her tight walls stretching against your cock. Hands firmly gripped on her ass, you swear you can feel your shaft breaking in half as you struggle to move inside her, but after a moment to acclimate yourself, the torturous feeling of her tightness mellows out, and the pleasure kicks in.
“Oh God, Seulgi. This ass feels so fucking good, oh my God,” you rasp, leaning forward to whisper and grunt in her ear. “You’re so fucking wet and tight, you’re going to break me.”
She angles her head, unable to face you, but her side profile says everything you need to know. Her body trembles wildly as her very foundations crumble with your presence inside her, yet she’s still able to maintain some semblance of composure to say something back. “And that’s what I want. I want to break you. I want you to ruin me, too. Use me. Fuck me.”
As if you needed any more convincing, she wiggles her ass against your buried cock, making you squirm.
Drawing yourself back into position, she moans as you pull your cock away, the tightness of her ass making it difficult, and her wetness making it easy to plunge back in. It also helps that Seulgi herself leans back against yours whenever you take her, urging you to slide deeper and deeper inside her.
So with a steady rhythm, you fuck her, reveling in the sight of Seulgi’s perfectly arched back and toned body rocking with yours. You had no intention to break her as she wanted, you wanted to let the feeling of her tighter hole linger longer than her pussy as compensation. The sensation of her asshole is so otherworldly, so different from fucking her cunt, that they’re almost completely separate entities. It’s neither better nor worse, it’s in its own league.
But maintaining this level of poise proves to be almost difficult, if not impossible. She urges you on—with loud moans, with enticing jiggles of her ass as you fuck her, with occasional demands from her needy lips—compelling you to take her harder than what your limits are. She pushes all the buttons in your brain that it drives you crazy, and you can’t help but give in, even when she’s the one allowing you to take her like this.
It’s sinful. Out of control. Your pace becomes disrupted, frenzied, and completely erratic. You’ve got both hands gripped to her waist, hammering away at her tight hole as lube and slick coat her outer layers, and the room is filled with the sounds of her lewd noises echoing all over the place backed up by the wet smacks of your flesh slamming against her skin. Forget that the whole establishment can hear you fuck, they have no idea who you’re even entangled with. Seulgi can scream and cry all she wants; they can do nothing to make both of you stop.
“Yes, fucking ruin me, fucking use me, keep fucking me like this—”
Resting your head over her shoulder, inhaling the scent of sweat, sex, and alcohol from her, you rasp in her ear, “I’m so close to cumming again.”
To make sure she doesn’t try anything funny, you fuck her as hard as your body allows, force her deep onto the sheets. You lay flat on top of her, hammering her with hard, mind-numbing thrusts while you cling to her shoulders, grab a fistful of her dark locks, kiss and nibble her ear—find anything to distract you from the inevitable. She’s screaming and mewling, forcing your attention to her, screaming about how she wants you to empty your seed inside of her, which you intend to do.
Either way, you don’t have a lot of time left.
You rest your head beside her ear, peck her sensitive skin. You’re fucking her ass so hard it’s almost cruel. Each stroke twists that expanding knot further and further until it’s beyond your control. “Gonna fucking cum again, Seul.”
She nods, bites her lip, eager and ready to receive you. “Inside,” she says once, and it only takes a handful more of pumps into her tight hole before you’re hilted deep inside her. The sound from your throat is primal, borderline animalistic. Your bodies tremble violently as you fuck your cum with each withering thrust, making sure not a single drop goes to waste, until you find yourselves frozen in a state you wish would last forever.
When your orgasm finally dies down, so does the rest of your body. Going numb, you press yourself against her lithe figure, lock her in a tight embrace, finding solace beside her head. A calm, peaceful quiet follows, with your collective deep breaths the only stir for minutes, maybe hours.
“I guess we can call it even.” Seulgi breaks the silence, turning her head to meet yours.
“Still didn’t cum in your pussy though,” is your immediate response, still unsatisfied, despite filling her ass with a hot load. “So no. We’re not even.”
“Relax. I’m here for five days. You know this place very well, right?” Seulgi pushes you off her and you settle on opposite ends of the bed, meeting each other’s gazes, her eyes twinkling with a rekindled fire and renewed lust. “We’ve got plenty of opportunities to fuck till then.”
Her cute face glows from the brightness of the sun beginning to rise over the city. That can only mean one thing: a new day has arrived.
“Or we can start right now.”
“Even better.”
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(A/N: The irony of naming this fic Anywhere but home when the actual inspiration is one of Seulgi's other songs from the 28 Reasons album. Specifically, Los Angeles. It's also the best song on there as well. I've been itching to write a fic with those pics she took when she was on vacation, but realized most of them didn't really fit the city setting of the story XD Thank you for reading!)
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