LE SSERAFIM’s Kim Chaewon x m!reader, word count: 1010
for @mysonesecret's "A Thousand Words" challenge.
A/N: i was hoping to finish my other existing drafts before i posted this, but alas.
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in chaewon's life, you're merely a tourist. — by miggy
It’d probably happened somewhere between your fourth drink and the second volleyball game with her friends. You’re still not quite sure. Whatever it was, you’d said the wrong thing, and Kim Chaewon’s face had hardened into stone, and she excused herself from her own home without a word to you.
“Where are you going? Can you at least talk to me?” You follow a few steps behind her, your paths tracing the shoreline.
Chaewon marches on, feet digging into the wet sand on the surf of the beach. The sound of your voice only spurs her on, picking up the pace to widen the distance between you.
“Chaewon, come on,” you plead with her. “My flight’s in the morning. Do you really want to end it like this?”
At that, she stops abruptly, and you catch yourself just short of toppling into her tiny frame. Hands balled into tight fists, the skirt of her white dress billowing in the breeze, her shoulders hunch, tensed like a string ready to snap.
A beat, and then she whirls around, facing you.
“Why the hell not?” she spits accusingly. Her eyes are rimmed with red, though from hurt or anger, you can’t tell. “Why am I always the one adjusting to you? Making things more comfortable for you?”
You blink like she’s just slapped you in the face. “What?”
“You just come here, stay in my house, drop into my life, and I’m the one that’s not allowed to be angry?” She’s breathing heavily now, every word laced with venom and spilling from her lips faster than the one before, like she’s been holding them in since the day you arrived. “You come here, you charm my mom, you bond with my friends, you get to treat my life like some shiny fucking tourist attraction, and then you just get to leave. And I can’t be upset?”
“Chaewon—”
“How is that fair?”
“Chaewon,” you say, dumbly. Your hand falters halfway to her face before returning uselessly to your side. “This was my vacation. I have a life, work, responsibilities waiting for me back home. You—”
Struggling to find any of the right words, you breathe deeply, hands on your waist. Your eyes fixate on her old, worn-out sandals, and her scraped-up feet, caked in wet sand.
“I thought you knew that.”
Chaewon lets out a short, bitter laugh, face falling forwards into her hands.
“See? That’s exactly what I mean.” Her voice thickens, like she’s just come to some disappointing realization about you, and is still trying to accept it. She meets your eyes again with a sad smile. “This is all just a vacation for you. An escape. You get to drive down the coast and visit markets and dance in festivals, get drunk off your ass with my family, and whatever the hell else you want to do. But for me, this is my whole life. This town, the house, the bills, the debt: those are my responsibilities. Except I don’t get to run away from it. I don’t get an escape. But that—that’s okay. You’re right. That’s what you came here for. And I knew that.”
You’re stunned. Chaewon gives you one last smile and leaves you standing there on the surf. You watch her retreating figure for far too long, wondering how you missed it.
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You find her behind her house later that night, sitting on the sand and hugging her knees close to her chest. She barely spares you a glance as you settle on the ground next to her, stretching your legs.
Far from any overpopulated cities, the midnight sky is filled with the twinkling lights of the constellations, and more stars than you’ve ever seen in your life. The moon hangs high, reflected over the rippling waves in front of you.
“I heard you in the kitchen the other day, you know.”
You turn to look at Chaewon, waiting expectantly.
“With my mom,” she clarifies.
You hum in understanding. “When she asked me if I’d ever live in a town like this?”
She nods, mutely. “Do you remember what you said?”
You sigh and think back, leaning on the heels of your palms and tilting your head up to the moon. “I said that I’d love to. It’s a beautiful place. It’s so peaceful, and I love the people here.”
“Mmm.” The silence stretches on, filled with the soft sounds of waves cresting on the shore, and broken again by Chaewon. “Do you remember what else she said?”
“Oh,” you trail off, heat rising quickly to your cheeks at the memory. “She, um. She said that we looked like a good match.”
She chuckles. “I wonder where she got that idea from.”
You snort, turning away as your face burns.
The night settles again, the quiet settling into something that feels too much like finality for your liking. There’s so much you wish you could say to her, but how much of it would be empty words? What can you promise her, really?
“You came here, turned my life upside down, made me—” Her voice is thin, fragile. Like at any moment, she might crumble in front of you. “You made me feel this way, made me want more from you, and you just get to go home after. You don’t have to deal with the hole it leaves.”
“You know I don’t want to leave, Chaewon,” you say like it matters, as if that knowledge would soften the blow somehow.
She turns to you, wordlessly, and just smiles at you. Her eyes glimmer.
“This won’t be the last time. I’ll come back,” you try, uselessly.
With nothing more to say, you both look out to the endless ocean ahead, and the moon and stars above. You’ve truly never seen a more beautiful sky.
“We had a good time together,” she says softly, offering you one last, fragile smile.
“Yeah.” Your lips turn up in your own sad smile. A silent apology for all the things you can’t give her. “We really did.”
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A/N: no beta no proofreading we rawdog this like it's the beauty shrine on fanprose.
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Nakamura Kazuha x Kawai Ruka x M!reader
Tags: cunnilingus/pussy eating
WC: 3.9k
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On the bed, in or on the sheets, lights on or lights off, it’s eat or be eaten. Sort of. Or to be more specific, it’s either you eat pussy, or you will be fed it.
The pantherine performance of eating your partner out isn’t so much about roleplay or the more intense stuff (though who’s complaining?); sometimes, it’s just a matter of who and whom.
KAZUHA
With Kazuha, you ate. At least, until the moment you let yourself be consumed.
“Are you ready?,” Kazuha whispered, looking down across her torso. She wrapped her shins around your neck, pulling you closer as she locked them together. Already the sight made you hard, seeing the muscular curvatures form shadows in the dim light.
You grinned before leaving a slow, drawn-out drag of your tongue through her folds and right to her clit. “Of course I’m ready.” Kazuha let out a trembling sigh, grabbing your hair with both hands and pulled you in.
Jaguars are no laughingstock of the jungle: their bites have evolved to pierce the thick hides of thicker-skinned animals, their limbs powerful enough to lock them in place while they do.
You, on the other hand, held Kazuha’s thighs with force. They wrapped under and around the well-endowed muscle of her legs and ass – and for a woman like Kazuha, to hold her in her entirety was a feat.
So you lapped into her folds, licking up and up again as fast as you could. Kazuha held you tightly by the hair, wanting you to go deeper, harder – if such a thing was doable by your tongue alone.
“Anh, yes, just like that,” she gasped, thrusting her entire hip into your face and dragging all her fluids over you from nosebridge to chin. You could feel it pool and dry up at those spots, and feel them wet again as she let out ounces and ounces of slick onto you.
And you licked as hard as you could, sucking her pussy into your mouth, trapping it there purely by your vacuuming, and licking her clit.
“You’re so fucking good,” you hissed, before spitting into her already drenched folds. Strings of it spilled onto your cheeks, the pungent smell of your thirsty breath clinging to your face; it mattered little as you felt her fluids cake the same spots.
“You’re so fucking good, holy shit,” Kazuha gasped. One hand let go of your head, then the other, as she started grasping her chest. Though her breasts weren’t enough to fill her long, slender fingers, she still groped them with enough force, enough desperation you could see the skin redden as skin scraped against skin.
You let up for a second, allowing Kazuha some space to breathe. She breathed heavily as you planted kisses on the inner sides of her thighs, already streaked with the saltiness of spit from your mouth and sweat from the sides of your head. What little hair follicles remained stood up in bumps that dragged against your lips; all in all, the perfect sensory intermission for the both of you.
As you kept at it, her thighs loosened their grasp on your neck; you pulled her hips down ever gently, locking her into place, and inched closer once again into her folds. You knelt against the bed, planting her harder into the mattress and shoving your tongue deeper into her folds. You felt the taste of it sharpen and burn against your tender mouth muscle. You swore you could taste iron; even if you weren’t sure, you still pushed in, eyes closed in bliss.
You hummed as you dug deeper into her with your tongue. You scooped up into her walls, letting the obscene mixture inside her drip into your mouth. And drink you did gratuitously, as Kazuha’s formerly quiet breathing strained against the pillow she held to her mouth.
“You close, baby?,” you smiled, locking your eyes into hers. In that moment, as she paused her moaning and having absorbed all the pleasure, she smiled with renewed fire in her eyes.
For the record, in case you were mistaken, you were not the jaguar here.
Kazuha suddenly locked her thighs around your head, until your ears rang and your vision blurred. Her nails started pressing against your scalp; you found yourself catching your breath, or trying in between small centimeters of breathing space you fought for against Kazuha’s grip.
You fucking loved it, and gurgled into her sopping lips. Each bubble of frothy spit spread easily between your cheeks and hers, squelching as you rubbed your face aggressively into her.
“Fucking love that, huh?,” Kazuha laughed, the domina leaving her chest as shooking your head and face left and right, no other thought than her oral-induced orgasm.
“Fuck,” she whispered your name, “I’m so close, just like that–”
You pushed into her, trying to get her climax to happen (and free you from her ironclad grasp), but she howled while she held you still and choked. The only way out was through, and you licked, even when the only thing that could move was the top of your tongue. Each graze of it against her swollen bud made her yelp; her whole body trembled as you did, simultaneously chasing after and fighting against her collapse.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, ohh fuck!,” Kazuha whined, feeling her thighs and hips tremble at the touch of your tongue. The ringing around your ears fuzzed up your vision; there was only one thing you could sense left, and it was Kazuha, all of her.
“Cuhm,” you muffled into her, taking a deep breath and sucking her clit one last time, until the rigid surface of your tongue could graze all of her clit. One last tight grope of your scalp was the only signal you needed.
Kazuha let go of you as she raised her hip in the air sharply, everything in her trembling. It was like she was possessed, overcome by some primal spirit in her that urged her to groan with every twitch. Your head lay close to the bed, watching drops of her release drip onto the towel you set earlier and onto your cheeks and nose. You lapped them as they streaked down into your mouth, oozing out of her hole in a stream.
Slowly Kazuha came back down to your grasp, and you greeted her with a flurry of kisses around the inside of her thighs and her drenched, spunky pussy lips. Even then, with every cold contact of lips on squirt, she twitched until your chin dripped as much as she did.
She pulled you by the hair, pained as it was, to greet her lips with yours. She licked your face clean, tasting the fluid concoction of spit and squirt shared between your mouths. You savored every salty, tangy, sharp note; she did too, licking her lips with pride all over it.
“You’re so… so good at that,” Kazuha grinned, nuzzling her sweaty head onto your equally sweaty neck.
“Of course,” you sighed, running your hand along her long, still silky hair. “I love the taste of you.”
RUKA
With Ruka, you were fed, taking all of her in a single go – or rather, you were devoured all at once.
“Are you ready?,” Ruka giggled, looking down as she hovered over you. Her knees shuffled closer to your temples, while her hands ran up her waist and up her neck. Honestly, just watching her with her body made you twitch, but it was your anticipation that made you hard.
You craned your neck up to meet her clit before it fell upon you, and Ruka let out a pleased sigh. “Of course I’m ready,” you smirked.
In one go, Ruka dropped herself on you, not gently but with actual force. Your head and her entire body bounced against the creaking of your bed, and though you laughed with the slightest adrenaline rush ready to push her off, she caught your wrists and trapped them under her knees.
You pushed hard with your neck, your arms, even your torso, but Ruka smothered your face with her folds. With each thrust of her hips against the ridges of your head came heaves of ecstasy. She rode hard, even if slow, and each drag literally cut off your breath as she went over the entirety of your nose and mouth.
“Mmph, so fuckim goob,” you mumbled, sucking her folds in and forcing the tender tip of her clit out and onto your tongue. Your tongue scooped past it, tasting the sharper, warmer fluids inside her coat the top and bottom of the tip of your tongue.
In response, Ruka pulled your hair up and sank your face deeper into her – as if pulling you up could send you any deeper into her.
“You’re so fucking good, f–fuck,” she gasped. She would lurch forward in jolts of pleasure that appeared like signs of letting up, but not a chance – her grip stayed tight, on your hair, your head, your hands.
Such was the hunt of a leopard: cautiously waiting for her prey, then grabbing you and pulling you in. She hissed, clawed, squeezed you and wrung you of whatever sex you could spare into your tongue and your tongue alone, and fed on you just as much as you fed on her. Only thing missing was a tree branch she could hang you on and gobble your cock on, but that’s a kink for another time.
You bent your head up to breathe, the only way you could force Ruka to give you a chance to; she at least gave you that. She’d pet your hair, wipe stray trails of your fluid cocktail away – or across – your nose. She knew you loved her smell, and you never complained.
In turn, you did the one thing Ruka couldn’t: pull her closer to you as she grew sensitive. Though her thighs remained plastered to your face, it was by your firm grasp that she had nowhere else to take her arousal other than your mouth. And even when she begged you to slow down, perhaps to savor each bump and ridge grazing against her clit, you clearly wanted the opposite – to feel her drip and squirt all over you until it glazed your cheeks.
“Are you close, baby?,” you gasped, sinking your lips into her folds again, tongue pushed deep into her warmth. Ruka let out an obscene, guttural grunt, coupled with a laugh of shock – and these were not signs of goodwill.
“Oho, I’m gonna fucking cum all over your smug fucking face,” she taunted, all curves on her face slicing into you like guillotines.
In for the kill, Ruka let you go. She turned around, ass above your eyes and whole shins on your whole forearms, and sat back on you. The waft of the funkier-than-usual air meant nothing when your tongue was now buried deeper inside her. You kept at it, tongue swirling in slow, strained circles, because it was the only thing you could do in her clawed grasp.
Ruka, on the other hand, made you want to bury yourself deeper, not that you didn’t already, but motivating you to keep going. She held you by the sides with clawed fingers, the dread of the ticklish sensation one has from getting poked keeping you on edge. You felt beads of sweat and spit – only differentiated by viscosity – drip onto your chest, and trail closer to your erect cock as she hovered right over it, . You wrung your hands free and clung to her ankles; it did nothing to slow her.
“That’s it, yeah,” she laughed, riding your face with gusto. Her thighs clamped on your ears. You were basically in darkness darker than the dark room, eclipsed by her firm ass and drenched pussy turning your face into her perfect little ribbed toy.
You tightened your grip, even bringing them up and grabbing the whole meat of her thigh from below. Her hands snaked to her asscheeks, sliding down into your hair and pulling you in tighter. At this point she may have fully absorbed you into her with each newton coursed through your strained follicles – and you weren’t complaining.
“Hah, hah, fuck,” Ruka heaved, confident chuckles slowly undoing into deeper moans. Each groan turned into a yelp, every other yelp turned into a howl, and the slow-but-hard grinding became the fast-and-frantic frenzy you craved. Your nosebridge and your lips ceased to be anything beyond the topological features with which Ruka’s cunt craved the stimulation of pressure.
And like a pair of jaws closing in, her legs raised her torso with its own strength, the muscle flexing and squeezing your ears to your skull.
All that was left – the lone thing that could be done – was to beg her to sink into you.
“Cuhm,” you blubbered into her with a guttural groan. With one last burst of energy, you freed your hands and climbed up against her thighs, pulling yourself to meet her sopping wet folds as they trembled with the full twitching of her lower half.
Ruka flicked her clit about as she rode out her orgasm with your face, the stimulation forcing out a light sprinkling of her squirt – a rarity for moments of extreme arousal, only ever climaxing in this manner by your own hand. Yet every droplet on your forehead, your tongue, your cheeks was undeniably hers.
Ruka fell to the side with a creaky thud on the bed, the beast in her satiated and ready to digest. She giggled as she stared at you, also on your back and drenched in more than sweat.
“You’re so good at this,” she sighed, her smile softening from thrill to wonder.
“Of course,” you sighed, reaching out for her hand to rub it gently. “I love the taste of you.”
KAZUHA + RUKA
Don’t get it mixed up: jaguars and leopards are very different big cats. Jaguars hunt, leopards ambush, both . Kazuha and Ruka made that distinction evidently clear. But when clad in black, they’re both black panthers – and like their feline analogues, they attack together.
“Think he’s ready?,” Kazuha smirked, petting your head between her womb and Ruka’s, moaning as Ruka’s fingertip grazed gently against her clit still enclosed in her black panties.
“Of course he is,” Ruka exhaled excitedly, already moist and aroused as you planted kiss after kiss on the fabric. She pushed your face into what was the smooth surface of her pubis, trapping your nose and halting your breath; when she let go and you gasped for air, the pair giggled.
“What was that?,” Kazuha taunted, turning your head towards her hips – equally smooth, equally hot, equally aroused – and pushed you in deep. You could count every second she intended to keep you in: three seconds, five seconds, ten. You groaned as you struggled, but it only made them chase after your tongue harder.
Ruka ran a hand up Kazuha’s abdomen, her pointer finger tracing its toned ridges; merely watching her nail depress against the paper thin layer of fat against her curves almost had you dizzy from the blood rushing to your cock. To watch Kazuha do the same with her fingertips across Ruka’s abdomen had you frenzied, desperate. You shoved a hand into your boxers; Ruka skillfully pulled the garter of your shorts down between her toes, forcing your barbaric display of arousal into public view.
Kazuha pressed your dick onto your groin and away from your hands. “You’ll have your turn, baby,” she teased, and you clenched your fists against your thighs in submission. There were no words necessary from your mouth – your tongue, lips, and breath belonged elsewhere.
You gently worked the cloths away from their cores, peeling them off to the sting of evaporating arousal against your nose. You knew, from the first time they asked you to do exactly this – eat them out together instead of individually – that the anticipation and the spectacle was what they wanted. Not of your face drenched in their liquids – in reality, it was the fingers on abs and clits, the passing around of your head, bearing witness to the other undone.
You went for Ruka first, sucking her pussy hard and flicking her clit with the tip of your tongue from left to right; she ran a hand into your hair, grabbing hard and thrusting her hips into your face, like an actual proper facefucking. Kazuha giggle as she watched, her fingers tauntingly brushing around your earlobe and down the ridge behind your jaw. The traced line made you shudder.
“F-fuck, he’s s-so good at this,” Ruka gasped, eyes shut as she craned her neck up. Kazuha leaned in and left light, smackless kisses, only working to elevate Ruka’s arousal.
You paused to catch your breath, looking over at Kazuha’s folds, glistening with her arousal. You could have caught yourself, mouth wide open and silently begging, but a light slap her way cut your arousal-fueled haze short.
“I’ll have my turn too, baby,” Kazuha chuckled, rubbing the spot she patted you on, before shoving your head back into Ruka. Ruka yelped the moment you crashed into her.
Again you lapped at Ruka, the flavor of her coating the inside of your cheeks. She hollered and buckled as you licked up against her clit, already straining your tongue but fully focused on savoring more and more of her.
Then Ruka pushed you off, and shoved you into Kazuha, shocking her with a short laugh.
“Hah, you’re not… gonna make me cum that… quickly, baby,” Ruka leaned over and whispered into your hair. “Fucking eat her out. I know you wanted her so bad.”
“Y-yes,” you and Kazuha groaned together, prompting the two ladies to laugh. You wrapped your arms around Kazuha’s thick flexed thighs, feeling the muscle tense and pulse as you used your bottom lip to pinch her clit. Looking up, you watched them as they admired each other’s dainty, well-nestled breasts, hands straying over arms and abs, groping asses and tits in handfuls. You were dizzy as your cock pulsed in yearning excitement.
Kazuha’s normally sly smile had relaxed agape. It was now Ruka who licked and held her head in one hand and yours in another, pleased as Kazuha bit her lip to subdue her high-pitched squeals of climax.
“F-fuck, s-so– keep doing that,” Kazuha gasped, looking down at your with desperate eyes. She hummed as her yelps turned breathier and heavier, as if struggling to hold it all back.
“You’re so hot,” Ruka scratched your head, “I love watching you eat her out.” She looked at Kazuha. “And you look so hot when you’re ready to cum.”
“Mmmh!,” Kazuha pressed her lips together, hurriedly pushing you away and into Ruka. She trembled aggressively, her face contorted, pained from the aggressive denial. She looked at Ruka for a full heartbeat, and sank her lips into hers, and the way her hands grabbed Ruka’s face gave away the exact state of mind she was in. You took it upon yourself to meet Ruka as well, digging into her with your mouth, hands wrapped around her legs tightly.
Ruka moaned into Kazuha’s mouth as hands shifted places: Kazuha grabbed Ruka’s breast with one and pulled her in with another, while Ruka had a hand past you and on Kazuha’s clit, the other pulling you in. As earlier, the tides shifted with you joining Kazuha to work Ruka, the way you joined Ruka earlier.
The taste in your mouth was now an entirely different mixture, a unique flavor that can only be had in your unique situation: the liquid nectar of two very horny, very beautiful ladies desperate for a muscle that wasn’t your cock, mixing together with the copious salivation of your own hunger.
“Sh-shit,” groaned Ruka, legs now trembling. She began to crouch, allowing you to dig deeper into her core, tasting the same sharp taste from the smooth, slimy flesh inside her. She pulled on your head with both hands, barely managing to use her concentration to hold her grasp on you as her barriers collapsed.
“Wahn youhr cuhm,” you mumbled. “Wahn bohf of you–,” you let go of her, “want both of you to cum on me, please.”
Moans turned into giggles in a snap.
Kazuha pulled you in, Ruka fingering her and herself, as you made full licks, from root to tip of your tongue, against Kazuha’s swollen core. It was starting to drip on your shoulder and down her thighs, but you kept at it. Kazuha’s squealing returned once again, her legs trembling just as hard, and with one final grip of her thighs, she shook violently. You felt the thick, creamy liquid ooze out slowly, lapping as much as you could and swallowing it all, before shifting to Ruka.
With Ruka, Kazuha focused more on stopping herself, slapping her own pussy lips more aggressively, trying her best not to collapse too quickly. With all your focus, you grabbed Ruka again, already very wet and howling, rubbing your entire face, nose and all, against her lips. She jolted hard – once, then twice – before letting out one last, heavy groan that strained against her throat.
And finally, the end of the frenzy.
The two grabbed your hair with one hand each, the other aggressively swiping their fingers against their reddened lips. They locked their upper lips while they did, moaning all manner of high-pitched profanities into each other, not so much kissing but syncing their shared climax together. You excitedly waited for it all, still half-sitting on the floor and stroking your very erect cock with all the spit and goop that had dripped onto your groin. And, for good, entertaining measure, you stuck your tongue out.
Kazuha and Ruka squirted all over your face, the liquid stinging as it splashed onto your cheeks, your tongue, your lips, and all over your chest. They moaned one after the other in symphony, roaring at the intense overstimulation they brought themselves to. Their fingers were coated in a cloudy white that you wished to yourself they’d shove into your mouth, and they did without you needing to ask. You swallowed it all, feeling the minuscule dollops fill your gut.
The liquid orgasm, the erotic feast you partook in kept you stroking, bucking your hips forward, your face contorting like they would as they hungered over your cum. They knelt down to your level as they caught their breath, hands wandering all over you as you jerked yourself off to your climax.
“Cum for us,” Ruka begged, hands slippery with your shared liquids.
“We want it,” Kazuha smiled, licking her lips for your arousal. You knew what was coming, and they knew it too.
You spurted all over your hands, squelching in between your fingers. The two were quick to share your hand, tasting your own release – and theirs – all over their own tongues. You watched them savor it with glee, humming and giggling, as you laid down in exhaustion, breathing in while you still could.
The girls looked at each other, not pleased, but excited.
“Ready?,” Kazuha taunted you, lying down on her stomach, mouth now just a breath away from your still drenched cock.
“Feeding time,” Ruka grinned, grabbing your base gently.
Don’t forget: you were never the predator here. You were always going to be their prey.
4.1k words | smut, bratty hyunseo, kinda public sex, breeding
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"I suppose they’ll give you a real break now before training starts up again, right, son? Now that the postseason is over, I mean."
You looked up from your plate at Sofia’s father, who was eating calmly at the head of the table. It was a rather young man. No more than 50 years old.
After three years together, having dinner with your in-laws hadn't caused you any irrational panic for a long time. Even so, whenever the man asked about your career, a cold shiver would run down your neck. You didn't even know why; it wasn't as if your stats as a closer were bad.
Maybe it was because his daughter was always insufferable with her jokes about your "good arm action" and "hip movement."
"They’re giving us a three-week window, sir," you replied, setting your chopsticks down on the rest for a moment. "After that I have to report to spring training."
Sofia’s father nodded.
"That’s good. A pitcher needs to clear his head for a while so he doesn't burn out. Especially closers. If you don't take care of that arm your career won't last long."
Beside you, his sweet, innocent daughter (total bullshit) was eating like an angel. A stranger might have seen her there and thought, 'Oh, what a well-mannered girl; she must be the perfect daughter!'
But you knew exactly the kind of demon she could be when she put her mind to it. That night, however, she seemed determined to behave herself.
Or so it seemed.
She set down her chopsticks with perfect delicacy, an elegance befitting the silver spoon she’d been born with.
"That’s only if he manages to switch off," she remarked with a faint smile. "Sometimes all he does is sit there watching videos of his pitches over and over again."
"It’s an occupational hazard," you defended yourself. "You have to analyze your own mistakes."
Sofia’s mother chuckled.
"Don't tease him so much, Hyunseo," she said kindly. Hyunseo—her real name. The name only her parents used. "He just works very hard. Right, Bryan?"
"Of course, ma'am," you smiled diplomatically and took a sip of your water.
"The thing is, sometimes he gets way too obsessed with technique!" Sofia added, her voice soft and playful. "He says the key to a good pitch isn't the arm but the hips, and he spends hooooours in the living room practicing!"
You set your glass back on the table with a slightly harder tap than usual.
There she went again.
"Well... yes, it’s a matter of physics," you said, keeping your tone neutral. "If you don't use your lower body correctly you'll ruin your shoulder."
"Absolutely true," her father nodded, without a hint of suspicion. "The power comes from the lower torso and the legs. It's like volleyball to a point."
"Oh, right… the legs, how could I forget about the legs?" Sofia chuckled and gave you a small, sly smile as she looked at you. "Yeah, he really brags about that. You have amazing stamina in your legs, don't you, my love?"
You clenched your fist under the table.
"You've never heard me complain, have you?" you replied, holding her gaze.
"Oh darling, you make a loooot of faces, and you also complain," her gaze dropped to your lips for an instant. "That amounts to the same thing."
You decided to drop the subject there. Playing along would be a huge mistake on your part, so you simply ignored her.
A grave mistake.
Just as the conversation at the table shifted—and at a moment when she knew she’d catch you completely off guard—you felt Sofia’s knee press against yours beneath the tablecloth.
Now, it might have seemed trivial, but with Sofia nothing was accidental.
Everything that little brat did had a reason behind it.
You glanced at her out of the corner of your eye, hoping it had been an accidental bump, but she didn't even flinch; she kept eating with impeccable composure while her mother asked her about university.
You shifted your leg slightly to break contact. It was useless. Sofia readjusted in her seat and sought you out again, her thigh pressing against yours.
She was determined to play her little game. Bad news.
You kept your back straight. It was best to just enjoy the dinner in silence. Speak only when necessary, since anything that came out of your mouth could be used against you.
Just fuel for the brat.
You heard a faint click under the table. A muffled sound against the rug. You didn't even have time to process it before you felt the sole of her bare foot resting against your calf over your pants.
"Sweetheart, why don't you have a little more?" her mother said, passing her some slices of meat. "You've barely eaten."
"Oh, I'm saving room for dessert, mommy; there's no need," Sofia replied with her unbearable little smile.
Her toes pressed against the inside of your ankle.
"Are you sure? The meat is delicious!"
Sofia’s toes then curled and slid up to squeeze your calf.
She sighed.
"I’m afraid I already filled up on meat before coming here. It was delicious, too, by the way."
You choked on your sip of water. You had to cough into a napkin.
"Are you alright, dear?" her mother asked, looking at you with genuine concern from across the table.
"Perfectly fine," you nodded, wiping your chin with the same napkin.
You glared at Sofia. She responded by extending her leg slightly to rub the sole of her foot against the side of your other calf, forcing you to spread your legs.
You leaned close to her ear.
"What the hell are you doing..." you hissed.
You were completely ignored. You had to shift in your seat and look away.
"Hm! I almost forgot," Sofia’s mother said, setting down her cutlery. "How is living together going? You two are behaving yourselves, aren't you?"
You and Sofia exchanged a brief glance. You let her take the lead, as you always did. She might be a brat, but you remained deeply devoted to her. A problem, on many occasions.
"Everything is going wonderfully, Mommy," Sofia replied, looking at her parents. "He’s so helpful with everything at home. I really couldn't have picked anyone better."
Sofia let her hand drop from the edge of the table to beneath the tablecloth. Casually, she rested it on your thigh.
You took a deep breath and simply smiled, nodding.
"That’s wonderful to hear, sweetheart," her mother said, beaming. Sofia looked more like her than her father. "I have to admit I was a bit worried when you told me. I mean, you’re both barely twenty-one!"
"Oh, nonsense," the father grumbled. "I came to this country when I was twenty and managed just fine on my own. Working twelve-hour days, too! I’m sure they’ll know how to handle life."
"You only say that because your mother cooked for you every day!" the mother teased, nudging him with her elbow before turning to you. "But seriously, I’m glad to see you two have your heads on straight. A lot of young people make bad choices at your age."
Sofía’s fingers slowly moved up to the top of your thigh, hidden beneath the tablecloth.
"We’re trying to take things one step at a time, ma'am," you said, keeping your voice as steady as you could. "My parents have been a big help as well."
Instead of getting straight to the point, the little devil traced the inner seam of your trousers with her fingertips, moving up and down, inch by inch. Tension began to build in your muscles.
"Mhm, that’s right, how are they doing?" the father asked, his mouth half-full of salad. "I thought I saw your dad near Petco Park a few days ago."
"Oh, right, he was probably meeting with the franchise executives," you replied. "And they’re doing well; mom... cough."
You choked on your own saliva. Sofía’s fingers closed around your bulge, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure.
"Again?" the mother raised her eyebrows. "Honey, are you sure you aren't allergic to anything we're eating?"
You shook your head quickly.
"Not at all," you hastened to say. "I just got a little tickle in my throat. Like I was saying, my mom..."
Sofia began a slow, deliberate pumping motion, massaging you until you were hard beneath your trousers. You pursed your lips.
"My mom is still getting her boutique set up," you continued. "And Dad hasn't stopped traveling around the country lately. Last time he was in... in u-uh..."
A firmer squeeze on your bulge. You gave Sofia's wrist a sharp grab, but that didn't stop her hand from massaging.
"Dominican Republic."
Sofia's father snorted.
"Quite the hustle; it's a good thing I don't even have to leave San Diego!" her father said.
"Then you're certainly lucky, Mr. Lee," you said with a nervous chuckle, uncomfortable with how hard you were beneath Sofia's hand.
"And your old man is too," he noted. "Not everyone has the privilege of traveling so much, even if it is for work."
"I guess so..."
You gritted your teeth. Sofia was flexing her fingers over and over. Way too good. The tip of your erection was rubbing against the fabric of your boxers.
You had to lean close to her ear again while she sipped her juice with her left hand.
"Sofia, I'm serious, stop," you hissed, pulling her hand away from your bulge.
As if your words had gone in one ear and out the other, her hand returned to your bulge.
But she wasn't satisfied with just that. With natural agility, she quickly undid your trousers—using just a couple of fingers—and lowered your zipper.
Before you could stop her, she unhesitatingly slipped her hand inside your boxers.
"You fucking..." you growled under your breath.
You straightened up in your seat, breathing through your mouth as discreetly as you could.
"Sofia, darling, are you two going to the country house this weekend?" her mother asked. "Just so I know whether to let your aunt know or not."
"Oh, we haven't decided yet, mommy," Sofia replied, her fingers wrapped firmly around your cock beneath your boxers. "I'll let you know by Friday morning at the latest."
Sofia slid her thumb over the head of your cock, spreading a few drops of pre-cum before rubbing her palm along its length. Her cool fingers made you shudder. You throbbed against her hand.
You gripped your own thigh and gritted your teeth. It was a hell of a challenge to stifle your gasp.
"Just don't leave it until the last minute, okay? You know what your aunt's temper is like."
"I promise we won't," Sofia said with total nonchalance. "It's going to be a busy week, though, especially with so many cardio sessions at home..." she gave your balls a squeeze after saying that.
"Oh, you work out at home?" her father asked. "That takes some serious willpower."
"All the time!" Sofia pulled your cock right out of your boxers, moving only her hand over it while keeping her arm perfectly still. "I have to say he inspired me to join in. The only downside is that we sweat sooooo much."
The salad on your plate suddenly seemed fascinating. You forced yourself to take a spoonful and focus on the taste; the only way to keep from focusing too much on the fact that your cock was out and Sofía was jerking you off at a steady rhythm.
"Well, of course you're going to sweat!" her father replied, pointing his fork at her. "What, do you think that just because you're a pretty girl you don't sweat?"
Sofía let out a little giggle.
"I thought that's how it worked!"
Sofía and her parents burst out laughing. Sofía took the moment to lean close to your ear.
"I need your damn seed in my womb soooo bad..." she moved her hand slightly faster over your cock. The tablecloth on your side of the table fluttered a bit, but it still remained hidden from her parents. "Don't make me wait too long."
You gave the side of your chair a light rap with your knuckles. To your right, San Diego Bay and its constant stream of boats provided a good, temporary distraction while you chewed.
"Let's see how long that enthusiasm lasts," the father said after the laughter died down. "Everyone starts out bursting with energy and then they get lazy."
"Nah, I don't think that'll happen to him," Sofía said, gently shaking her head. "He loves going all out and ending up totally exhausted..." she stopped moving her hand and squeezed your cock with her fingers. "Even if his legs end up shaking. Just like mine do!"
You hurriedly swallowed another mouthful of salad, feeling your throat burn as Sofía's hand, now warm and slick with your pre-cum, moved up and down in a delicious rhythm.
"I mean I'd train until my legs shook too if I had to compete for a spot against Mason Miller!" the father chuckled. "How do you handle that kind of pressure?"
"U-uh, well..." You looked straight ahead, but not directly at her father.
Suddenly, Sofía let go of your cock and pushed her chair back.
"Oh no! My earring..." she said, kneeling on the rug. "I was holding it to put it back in and I dropped it..."
A bead of cold sweat trickled down the back of your neck.
Panic.
You rested a forearm on the table and leaned forward slightly. A hunched posture would make it easier to endure what you knew was coming.
"Oh honey, and the rug is kind of shaggy," her mother lamented. "I’d help you look but I’m not about to get my dress dirty."
"Don't worry, Mom, it shouldn't be too hard," Sofía replied, ducking under the tablecloth. "Maybe it’ll catch the light from my phone's flashlight."
Sure enough, you felt her turn on her phone's flashlight under the table so as not to arouse suspicion. Smart girl.
"So, son?" Sofía's father looked at you.
"I try not to dwell on it too much, sir," you said, stirring your salad. "Hard work always pays off, sooner or... mmghh..."
Sofía had taken you into her mouth.
"Or later," you finished, your left fist clenched.
Mr. Lee nodded slowly. Luckily, neither of them was looking at you; both were focused on their food.
"That’s the right mindset; no one’s role is set in stone unless you’re some monster like Ohtani. You need to make the most of this upcoming spring training."
Beneath the tablecloth, Sofia’s head moved in a smooth, steady rhythm, sliding her slick lips as silently as she could along a good portion of your length. Her tongue played against your frenulum with every pump. You curled your toes inside your shoes.
With one hand, she gripped you firmly at the base, while the other gave your inner thigh a gentle squeeze, nails dug into your trousers, a warning not to move even a millimeter.
"I—I couldn't agree more," you managed to say.
"Didn't he look a bit shaky against the Dodgers over the weekend?" he asked. "He loaded the bases and nearly blew the game."
Sofia’s tongue flicked against the underside of your shaft every time her mouth slid downward.
Your entire quadriceps trembled as she took you all the way in, the head of your cock grazing the back of her throat.
"Nnhgh..." you groaned under your breath, gritting your teeth. "Whoa, I just got a calf cramp. Uh... yeah, he really overused his four-seamer that night."
Sofia held you deep in her throat for a few more agonizing seconds before sliding your cock out. She moved to your balls, licking them in circles while stroking near the head.
"Bad call against a lineup as dangerous as the Dodgers'."
"Y-yeah, yeah, exactly," you nodded, distracted.
"I finally found it!" Sofia announced from under the table.
Your girlfriend tucked your cock back into your boxers, adjusted your fly, and emerged from under the tablecloth. She looked impeccable. Not a trace of saliva on her lips or chin. Her hair was still perfectly styled; her cardigan and skirt were undisturbed.
The painful throbbing of your cock beneath your trousers made you close your eyes. You couldn't take it anymore.
"I need to use the bathroom," you announced, standing up. "Excuse me."
"Oh, wait for me, honey," Sofia stood up too. "They changed the toilet; I have to show you how to flush it before you make a mess."
"Sure."
"Try not to take too long, dear," Sofia's mother said. "I was just about to bring out the bungeoppang."
"Mmm, bungeoppang!" Sofia clapped briefly, smiling. "No way am I missing that. We'll be right back!"
Sofia grabbed your hand and dragged you away from the dining room and into the hallway.
"I'm going to tear you in half," you said once you were a safe distance from her parents.
"So aggressive," Sofia teased, quickening her pace toward the bathroom. She glanced back at you over her shoulder. "Just put a baby inside me first, will you? Would be a waste of energy."
She hurriedly opened the door and pulled you inside. The sound of the latch sliding shut echoed off the tiled walls.
You immediately grabbed her by the neck and shoved her against the wall. Her back slammed into the tiles.
"Have you completely lost your fucking mind?" you hissed, pulling down your trousers and boxers with your left hand. "Those are your fucking parents out there, you crazy bitch."
Sofia cradled your balls with the hand she had just spat on. She smeared saliva upward along your shaft with deliberate strokes, then tilted her head.
"...Aaaaand?"
"Well...!" you started to say, but the words stalled in your brain, short-circuited by the way those pretty eyes were looking at you. "Oh my god!"
You had no choice but to kiss her. A dirty, heavy kiss. Possessive. You plunged your tongue into her mouth while your hand moved up to her cardigan. With a single clumsy tug, the garment fell open to the sides, revealing a cute navy blue bra that accentuated the shape of her breasts.
Sofia tangled her hands in your hair, gasping into the kiss. She arched her back against the wall, pressing her chest tight against yours. Her lips danced against yours with equal ferocity.
"Mmm, put it inside, daddy~" she said mid-kiss. "I'm fucking dripping... it would slide in so, so easily."
In the blink of an eye, you’d lifted her skirt and pushed her white cotton panties to the side. Sofia gasped as the tip of your cock grazed up and down between her silky, wet folds.
And just like that, standing face-to-face, with her legs barely spread, you aligned yourself and thrust inside her.
Sofia moaned.
"Thaaat's it~" she giggled.
Her supple walls yielded easily to your shaft. You slid every inch inside, letting out a growl as her folds met the base of your cock, surrounded by tender, tight flesh.
"See?" Sofía clung to the back of your neck, her other hand on your chest. "So easy, daddy. Am I not soaking wet?"
"Shut your fucking mouth," you growled, moving your hips. "You've done enough already."
You started fucking her with short, heavy pumps, slamming her pelvis against the tiles with every thrust while keeping a firm grip on her waist. It was the first time you’d fucked her like this, so the angle wasn't entirely comfortable. Still, you adjusted quickly, knees slightly bent, driving into her with upward thrusts.
"Oh, come on... you can't ask me that when you're the one fucking me this good," she panted.
You grabbed her thigh with one hand, lifting it a couple of inches to open up the angle and get even deeper. Every thrust tore a growl from your throat; her pussy burned so deliciously around you that, for a second, you even forgot why you were angry with her.
"You're huge inside me, daddy," the brat purred, her fingers curling into your t-shirt. "Fuck me harder. No one's going to hear."
Sofía moaned when you grabbed her jaw with your hand.
"If we get caught I'm fucking leaving you today, I don’t care how much you cry," you warned her.
A mocking little laugh.
"You? leave me? Stop kidding yourself," Sofía slid her hand under your t-shirt and caressed your abdomen. "You ain’t gonna find anyone better than me. In fact, you won't even find a better pussy. So I'd say I've got ya on a leash, daddy."
The damn audacity.
She wasn't lying.
And yet, your blood boiled. With a sharp tug, you pulled her away from the wall, turned her around so her back was to you, and pushed her against the sink. Sofía let you bend her over the polished marble, her hands gripping the edges and her face inches from the mirror.
You thrust deep inside her. One hand went to her waist, keeping her skirt hiked up so you could watch her ass jiggle with every impact. Not wanting her to make too much of a mess, you placed your other hand on her neck, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror.
"Nnngh, fuck..." Sofía stammered, gasping for air through her mouth, her face contorted by the grip of your fingers near her chin. "So good..."
She soon surrendered to the pleasure. Every deep, violent thrust made her let out a soft moan, her eyes rolling back. You were slamming right against her cervix, and wet sounds muffled your grunts.
Sofía’s walls tightened around you as she climaxed.
You quickly covered her mouth. She stifled her moans against your palm, pressing her own hand over yours. Her legs trembled, her whole lower body shaking. She squealed and squealed, while you didn't let up on the rhythm, making her pussy emit loud, wet sounds.
Sofía pulled your hand away from her mouth and looked at you in the mirror, her pupils dilated.
"Fill me up daddy..." she purred. "I need that hot, thick seed in my womb... every drop. All of it inside, pleeeease!"
With that, she blew a fuse that was already on the verge of snapping. An electric jolt shot through your body. You gripped her hips. Three final, brutal, deep thrusts, and you exploded with a primal growl.
"Nnnnghh!!"
You immediately buried your face in the back of Sofía’s neck, gripping the flesh of her hips tightly. Inside her, your cock throbbed wildly as it pumped jet after jet against her cervix, filling it with a generous load that made her sigh.
You remained motionless for a few eternal seconds, feeling the final spasms rippling deep inside her before you slowly went soft.
Sofía’s breathing was ragged and heavy, fogging up the glass in front of her face.
"Fuck... I feel so full," she gasped. "I’ve got your seed inside me daddy… aaaaaall of it."
You pulled out slowly, that wet, lustful sound breaking the bathroom silence. A thick trickle of semen immediately ran down her inner thigh.
You released your grip on her neck. Sofía slumped slightly against the marble, letting out a long sigh of pure satisfaction as she caught her breath.
"Don't fuck with me for the rest of the goddamn night," you warned, pulling up your boxers and trousers.
"I promise daddy," Sofía said in a small, adorable voice.
You quickly wiped the edge of the sink with a wad of toilet paper and handed it to Sofía so she could clean up the mess before it stained her skirt.
She adjusted her panties, gave her skirt a quick smoothing tug, and buttoned up her three-button cardigan, looking impeccable in a matter of ten seconds. Then she ran her fingers through her hair to tame any stray strands and gave you an angelic, completely guilt-free smile.
"It was crystal clear how to flush the toilet, right?"
You rolled your eyes and opened the bathroom door after checking that your T-shirt wasn't wrinkled. The scent of freshly baked Korean sweet bread was already wafting through the hallway.
When you returned to the dining room, Sofía's parents already had the plates set out on the table.
"Whoa, just in time!" Sofía's mother announced.
"I told you we wouldn't be long, Mommy~"
Sofía took the lead and went to sit down. You pretended not to notice how she nearly fell on the way over because of her shaky legs.
After you joined her, she glanced at you sideways and winked. She brushed her leg against yours again beneath the tablecloth.
Jeon Somi is a woman of many things, but subtle is not one you would ever even attempt to associate with her.
She’ll look offended when she hears that. Of course she will, because she’s perfectly capable of being subtle—practically part of her job description to look so inconspicuous when she’s out and about being the celebrity that she is. Never know when she’ll get asked for photos or autographs or whatever else she needs to do if she bumps into a fan or ten.
And you’ll be laughing and smiling at the bullshit that oozes out of her. Remind her the multitude of times that you’ve had to cover up for her because she needed to ‘rub one out’ before a set or delay the shoot for another half hour because she couldn’t help but get her makeup ruined.
Totally not your fault, by the way.
And you could go on and on and on about it, go take a walk through memory lane with all your shenanigans with Somi across the entire world. Name a place and she’s probably gotten you involved in some obscene scheme somewhere in the area. Busan, Paris, New York—it’s like she’s collecting some goddamn postcards everytime she’s fucked in a country.
But what you’re looking at right now, with your own two eyes ultimately sums it all up.
Because, look: Somi is hot, and she knows it. Her tits are peaking out of that one piece, fabric bulging out at the swell of her breasts just to show everyone that yes, her tits are as big as the deep cut of her swimsuit, her entire goddamn back is out for fucking free which is an entire thing to marvel at on its own and her ass, shapely, superbly slappable as it is, is swallowing up what’s left.
And she doesn’t a fuck who sees. Even flaunts it to whoever's lucky enough to pass by the pool when she's laid out on the lounger like a veritable snack. Which, you know, if you’re being completely honest, more power to her.
It’s not like you’re complaining about it. You’re more just—
“–Saying that you’re really bad at the whole secretive, subtle thing.” A shrug of your shoulders, enjoying the sweet taste of coconut at every sip. “I mean, have you seen what you’re wearing?”
“Of course I have.” Her fingers tiptoe down her thighs, running them through the edges of the blue fabric and giving it a slight tug; that snap filling the air when it hits skin. “I think it makes my ass pop out a lot more.”
And you're inclined to agree, adding the fact that her thighs are accentuating everything else she's got, and she's a walking, talking thirst trap that you try and fail to handle, twenty four seven, seven days a week.
“And my tits too.” Oh, get the fuck out of here.
“You are really not selling your case well.” You’re shaking your head with a laugh when she starts to squeeze her own tits, pushing them up and nearly making them spill out the top.
“Babe, I'm telling you, I can be very quiet.” That smug little look on her face does nothing but convince you of the fact that she really can't. “And really sneaky too.”
Queue the eyebrow wags, that shit eating grin that always spell trouble with a capital T, and she's sitting up straight to look at you.
“If you want to–” Now she's egging you on, jutting her chest out at you as if you need any more encouragement to go along with this game of hers. “I can show you how good I am at both right now?”
She's crossing her legs, tilting her head just the way she knows would hook you in. Braided ponytail resting on one side of her chest, stray strands falling down her face—she has it down to a science when it comes to luring you in.
You're putting your drink down and raising your sunglasses up—Not because it was the polite thing to do when a pretty lady asks you a question.
It's to let her know you're staring right at her tits when you say, “And how, pray tell–” You tear away from her chest to look up at her grinning face. “Would you go about doing that?”
“Well, I heard the bathroom's pretty big,” she starts, playing around with her braid, staring past you for a moment. She stands up, taking a towel with her as she starts her walk.
“And I can be really quiet when I'm on my knees.”
Now that, you're sure, is another concept you'll never associate with her.
That's not to say she isn't trying to be quiet, your cock in her mouth and all, her gags echoing off the walls certainly don't help.
Especially when you're thrusting your hips and making an absolute mess out of her face; tears already starting to run down her cheeks, hand tight on that braid to tug away at your leisure, spit already drooling down in droves over her chin.
You can tell she loves every second of it, those eyes of hers looking up at you with that elated glint in them that you’d think she planned all of this (oh, you bet your ass she did). Hands behind her back, tilting her head back just right for you to slide in deep, groin to nose until she’s gasping for air.
She’s got you right where she wants you, and you have her right where you want her to be, because apparently all Jeon Somi needs to understand the word subtlety is your cock and a room to fuck her in.
And you’re never really given a chance to say no when it comes to her, considering the benefits that she can offer when you agree.
Especially when you hear her gag on your length, and she’s trying to keep some form of decorum fighting back the need to pull you out of her sweet lips to take a breath. She’ll power through it, take it all on the nose and give you a grin while you’re sliding your cock back into her throat.
A proper trooper, she is.
“And here I thought–” You’re almost tempted to pull out of her lips, give her the chance to answer you when you’re questioning how silent she really is when she’s slobbering all over your dick. So when she’s tugging the string holding her one piece up to expose her breasts, and you’re looking at them as if it’s your first time seeing a pair of tits as big as hers. “You can keep quiet.”
You reach down to palm one, feeling the weight of them in your hand; letting the soft pillows give under your fingers as you squeeze, the hard nub of hers rubbing against your palm. And she’s moaning all over your cock, these small vibrations adding to the already addictive sensation of her hot, wet mouth.
Somi makes a move to pull away, finally getting her hands on you to jerk you off. “I thought I was doing a good job,” she says, licking her lips off any spittle, taking it into her mouth before letting a glob fall down onto your tip. “I’m just making sure you’re all nice and wet before you fuck me–” Her lips pout, eyes taking a quick glance around the bathroom, stroking you lazily. “Anywhere, really. Take your pick.”
The choices aren’t much, even with how fancy of a bathroom this was. Every single one has its own appeal—watch her face contort in pleasure when you have her fucked against the bathroom counter, or her tits shoved in your face as she rides you in one of the stalls, maybe even have her chest pressed against the shower wall when you fuck her against it.
All these options presented before you, and you settle with the simplest one. No reason for it, really, except for maybe the fact that you really, desperately need to fuck a load into her, and every second wasted is one that’s not your cock inside of her.
“On your hands and knees for me, please?” The glee in her face as she sends you a devious grin, leaning in to give your head a quick kiss before doing what you’ve told. Stroking yourself as she bends over, the angle of her back arching looking so unspeakable fine that her ass sticks out all the more, and you’re muttering a little ‘fuck me’ under your breath watching it all happen in front of you.
“Like this?” Her head turns back, smirk on her lips, eyebrow raised, ass wagging left and right. You spot that little damp spot right where her pretty little cunt is, and you’re kneeling down behind her, thumbing the stain and running circles over it.
“Just like that, baby,” you murmur, snaking up to pull the swimsuit to the side, her pussy glistening and the thought of having a taste is tempting you so damn badly. Shame you’ll have to postpone it back in the hotel room, though the heat enveloping the tip of your cock as you inch your way inside her walls is doing wonders to you nonetheless. “God, so wet already?”
She’s completely in her element, the satisfaction in her sighs as you bottom out, sticking her ass out even as you’re balls deep in her already. “Been wet since we got here,” she admits, hand reaching back to pull the edges of her swimsuit even more, stretching the fabric over the valley of her ass. “And I’ve been–fuck, right there–been horny since we got down to the lobby.”
Your hand is sliding its way up her ass, following that defined line of her spine, enjoying the way she’s shivering under your touch, up until you reach the back of her neck, fingers reaching up to her braid and giving it a quick tug. She makes this surprised gasp when her head gets pulled back at every deep thrust, letting out a sultry giggle. “So rough today.”
“Can you blame me?” Your palm lands on her ass, that beautiful sound that resonates around the bathroom, fingers digging into the mark you left. “You’ve been teasing me with your ass all day.” Give her another slap on the ass, and you’re ramping up your pace with her.
This teasing hum slips out of her lips, and you just know if she could turn her head back at you she’d have that diabolical little shit eating smirk all over her face. “Don’t be scared, babe,” she purrs, all breathy and moaning and good Lord you’re not going to last long when she starts spouting shit like–“Everyone can look, but no one gets to fuck this ass but you.”
And, really, what else can you do but plow her harder?
Your grip around her hair tightens, cursing at how her cunt tightens up around you, tugging her up so her back is pressing up against your chest, and the view of her tits bouncing at each stroke you is immaculate. Your hands move to wrap around her, one to grope a breast, another to feel her abs flex as she takes you.
Your lips latch onto her neck, sucking and nipping at the wet skin, lapping up the sweat and thinking that you’re utterly fucking gone for this woman’s body—tits, ass, cunt and all. You bite down hard on the one spot that has her screaming, her hands gripping your wrists as you follow it with a suck.
Leaving her with that red mark, pumping her full of cock while you pinch a nipple, whispering filth in her ear; and she’s drinking it all up, grin on her face as you spout just what you’ll be doing to her once you get back to your room, giggling at the air being blown into her ear.
“Fuck, I’d let you do that in the elevator,” she replies after one of your fantasies—whichever one it was—gets spoken out, and you’re grunting out a chuckle. “Give the security guard watching the camera a good show and all–”
Somi’s as fucked in the head as you are, and that’s one of the reasons why you’ve stayed with her all these years.
Who wouldn’t, when it’s Somi you’re talking about?
You’re growling her name out, your hips erratic, chasing that high that’s coming closer and closer and closer that you’re not hearing her begs of wanting it too, pleading with you that she’s as close as you are, her pussy gripping snug, as if she’s already milking the cum out of you.
Yet you want her to come apart first, want to feel her convulse around your cock, wail in your ears, grip your wrists hard enough to bruise and fuck me it’s already happening, her juices coating your shaft, drops of it falling down on the tiles. She’s shaking all over, and you’re only adding more pleasure damage to her brain, fucking her over her orgasm that it’s getting her to tear up.
Fuck her till she’s cumming again, letting her go and getting her back down to the ground, pressing your entire weight against her until she’s all mush and putty in your hands. Somi’s still begging you curses and pleases, wanting more and more and please fucking cum you son of a bitch, I need it, the greedy girl that she is, her walls pulsing around you hot, dripping girlcum until you’re pulling out of her, cock throbbing and in need to—
“Shit–” You’re jerking cum all over her ass, staining white on flesh, blue fabric growing darker. Streaks shoot up to paint her back, and it is beautiful. Thick, white lines cover all over, heavy blobs of them landing on her ass that you can’t help but give one last smack, slapping your cock on her asscheeks when you’ve run dry.
You collapse next to her, leaving a kiss on her cheek as she gives you a satisfied smile, the both of you breathing deep, relaxing in the afterglow. Somi reaches out to cup your cheek, fingers running through your hair.
“Told you I can be quiet,” she says, and that gets you to laugh.
“Your screaming might’ve gotten hotel security running over here.” Now Somi’s joining in.
“Good thing I brought a towel. What would they think seeing your cum over my back?”
“That you got dicked down in the public bathroom.” A light slap on your cheek makes you smile.
“Well, duh.” She’s rolling her eyes. “But I prefer not to have to explain that.”
Somi’s getting up on shaky legs, and you’re right there with her, cleaning the cum off her back with the towel, heading back out to the pool like nothing happened.
Subtlety is still most definitely not one of her strong points, but she is definitely sneaky.
