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As you once have written; “You can do what you want with me, Mommy.”
Strong Black
(SNSD's Yoona X Male Reader) Wordcount: 1298 words
Im Yoona sits in a chair, legs crossed, the black pinstripe vest hugging her slim torso and leaving a teasing strip of pale skin bare above her waistband. Her dark hair falls straight and glossy over behind her shoulders, her red lips are slightly parted. She looks straight at you, calm and composed, pendants resting between her collarbones, thin bracelets stacked on her wrist.
You stand a few steps away, heart hammering. You knew it was unusual when you saw Yoona’s signature on your contract and not the signature of the drama’s producer. And only after you signed it yourself, you caught the tiny fine print at the bottom of the third page. And the text you got from Yoona an hour ago only told you to comer over to her place, although you knew that it’d have to do something with the clause she sneakily added.
Now Yoona tilts her head, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth as if she’s satisfied with herself. Her voice is soft but commanding.
“Come here.”
You obey instantly, stepping between her parted knees. She uncrosses her legs slowly, the fabric of her black trousers brushing your calves. Her manicured fingers reach up and trace your jaw, then slide down to rest on your chest.
“From the expression on your face I take you read the fine print a little too late?”
Her eyes never leave yours as her slightly teasing/mocking undertone slices through you.
“Be honest. It’s what you want too. Am I right?”
Your mouth goes dry.
“You can do what you want with me, Mommy.”
The moment the title leaves your lips, something shifts in her gaze. Your way of addressing her is part of the contract and her widening smile shows her satisfaction.
“Is that so?”
She whispers. One brow arches.
“Then kneel.”
You drop to your knees right there on the living room floor, the carpet softening your fall. Yoona leans forward, her fingers threading into your hair with surprising strength. She tugs your head back so you’re forced to look up at her.
“Good boy.”
She praises.
“Mommy’s going to take care of you now.”
She stands, towering over you, especially in heels. With teasing slowness she unbuttons the top two buttons of her vest, revealing more of her smooth cleavage and the delicate gold necklaces that sway between her breasts. Then she unzips her trousers and lets them slide down her long legs, stepping out gracefully. Black lace panties cling to her hips, the fabric already slightly damp.
Yoona sits back down in the chair, spreading her thighs wide. The pose is elegant yet lewd. Expensive jewelry still glittering, red lipstick perfect, but her pussy is now openly on display for you.
“Come taste Mommy.”
She orders softly.
You lean in immediately, pressing your mouth to the warm lace. She sighs, hips shifting forward as you drag your tongue over the fabric. The scent of her arousal is sweet and heavy. You hook your fingers into the waistband and pull the panties aside, exposing her slick, pink folds. Your tongue flattens against her clit, licking slow, broad strokes. Yoona’s breath hitches. One hand stays tangled in your hair, while the other rests lightly on her own thigh, nails tapping a lazy rhythm.
“That’s it… use your tongue properly. Deeper.”
You obey, pushing your tongue inside her, tasting her directly. She moans quietly. Her hips roll against your face in small, controlled movements, smearing her wetness across your lips and chin. You suck gently on her clit, then flick it rapidly until her thighs begin to tremble.
“Look at me.”
She commands with shaking words.
You lift your eyes without stopping. Yoona stares down at you, red lips parted, dark eyes half-lidded with lust. The contrast between her elegant, high-fashion appearance and the way she’s using your mouth is intoxicating.
“Such a good boy for Mommy.”
She purrs.
“You’re going to make me cum like this, aren’t you?”
You nod eagerly, mouth still pressed to her slick pussy, tongue working without pause. The taste of her fills you completely. She’s sweet, warm, and addictive.
You flatten your tongue and drag it slowly from her entrance up to her swollen clit, then swirl the tip around the sensitive bud in tight, steady circles. Yoona’s hips twitch, a soft breath escaping her lips.
“That’s it… right there.”
She murmurs, her voice smooth like silk even as her breathing grows heavier.
“Use your whole mouth, baby. Suck on Mommy’s clit.”
You obey instantly, sealing your lips around the sensitive nub and sucking gently while your tongue continues flicking inside the suction. Yoona’s thighs tremble on either side of your head. She lets out a quiet, breathy moan. You can feel her getting wetter, her arousal coating your chin and dripping down your neck.
You slide two fingers inside her without warning, curling them upward to press against that spongy spot that now makes her legs shake even more. Yoona gasps sharply, her back arching off the chair. Her free hand flies to her chest, fingers gripping the edge of her open vest as her necklaces sway between her breasts.
“Fuck-good boy.”
She praises, voice cracking again.
“Deeper with your fingers. Don’t stop sucking.”
You pump your fingers faster, curling them with every thrust while your mouth stays latched onto her clit, sucking and licking in a relentless rhythm. The wet, obscene sounds of your fingers moving in and out of her soaked pussy fill the quiet living room. Yoona’s hips start rolling against your face, chasing the pleasure, no longer perfectly controlled. Her breathing turns into short, needy pants.
You look up at her. Elegant Yoona with her red lipstick, dark hair now falling messily over one shoulder, expensive jewelry glittering against her flushed skin, thighs spread wide while she uses your mouth like a toy.
You add a third finger, stretching her gently, and curl all three at once while sucking harder on her clit. Yoona’s moan rises in pitch, her grip on your hair turning almost painful.
“Yes-right there, don’t you dare stop.”
She gasps, hips bucking.
“Mommy’s so close… you’re doing so well for me.”
Her walls start spasming around your fingers. You keep the pace steady, refusing to slow down even as your jaw begins to ache. You hum against her clit, letting the vibration travel through her, and that finally pushes her over the edge.
Yoona’s entire body tenses. Her head falls back against the chair, mouth open in a silent cry at first, then a long, shuddering moan escapes her red lips as her orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy pulses hard around your fingers, flooding your mouth with fresh wetness. You keep licking and sucking through every wave, drawing out her pleasure until her thighs shake violently and her hand weakly pushes at your head.
“Enough… ah-too sensitive…”
You pull your fingers out slowly and give her one final gentle lick before sitting back on your heels, breathing hard. Your face is shiny with her juices, chin dripping. Yoona looks down at you with heavy eyes, chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. A satisfied, almost proud smile curves her red lips.
She reaches out and cups your cheek, thumb brushing away some of the mess on your skin.
“Look at you… such a messy boy.”
She murmurs softly, almost lovingly.
“You made Mommy cum so hard. Good job.”
Yoona leans forward and presses a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead, then another to your wet lips, tasting herself on you.
She stays like that for a moment, stroking your hair gently while you kneel between her spread thighs, both of you still breathing heavily.
“Rest for a minute, baby. Mommy isn’t finished with you yet.”
