Greetings! Welcome to my blog, or shall I say, my Igloo! My name is Raf or you call me Orenji. Feel free to read my works and enjoy! (Y’all can send some feedback or constructive criticisms about my works, feel free!)
I'm an average LoL (League of Legends) player a car and F1 enthusiast so expect some works and talks for me related from that. I also stan a lot of groups (mostly GGs) and recently got into reading a lot of fanfics too. Also, I mostly adore fluff and fluffy stuff so you would expect works from me according to fluff (also some angsty pieces too).
By the way, I draw portraits too, so I could also post my artworks here if I feel to do so.
Firstly, these are the things I could/would write:
Series
Scenarios
Oneshots
Fluff
Angst
Quickies
Drabbles
Smut
GGs I can/would write (as of now):
LOONA
fromis_9
LE SSERAFIM
NewJeans
NMIXX
Kep1er
IVE
More GGs will come..
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Rules
I'm a N/SFW writer and you'll expect SFW and NSFW fics from me and no requests for now as of the fact that I'm not taking them. (for now, yet you can send me ideas and suggestions, feel free! Also, if you're a minor, please refrain from reading any smut/suggestive content from my blog for your own safety, thank you.)
Also, you can ask me anything you want! Feel free if you want to. (No asks regarding with too much graphic topics and etc. and idols who are minors, about it) The reason for this is that, I want my blog's content to be well-mannered and floofy coz I'm a floofy person.
Be NICE and RESPECTFUL to the idols mentioned, me and to each other here. If you didn't comply to this universal rule and I knew about it, I won't be hesitant to block you or delete your asks if you have any. (a really common thing, respect is a must.)
Everything that will be written here, in regards to the real thing is for fun and for entertainment purposes ONLY, some works may have inaccuracies (e.g. how F1 works and etc.) yet I’ll make things accurate if I can.
The works I've written are all works of fiction (e.g. the people except the idols, of course, cafe locations and etc.).
Patience is a virtue. (Note that some that my releases may delay because of my own busy life, so I hope you understand me as much as I am with you.)
Just enjoy reading!
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Masterlist
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Note 1: My masterlist gets updated every time I upload my works
Note 2: My works shown in the masterlist is according to the date published and released.
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Legends:
[o] - oneshot
[q] - quickies
[u] - unedited
[f] - minimal/moderate fluff
[f] - pure fluff
[a] - minimal/moderate angst
[a] - pure angst
[s] - contains strong or offensive language (I only put this indicator/legend on non-smut category of my fics)
[t] - warning/disclaimers
[t] - trigger warning
[s] - smut/suggestive
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My Recent Release
acquiesce, etc. ft. NMIXX's Kyujin (Released on May. 27, 2026)
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Series
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Pace (F1 Series: LOONA X Male Reader)
“Another year, another F1 season in the calendar as you step up within the challenge against 19 drivers, racing to win the championship trophy but at what cost?”
A Paced Up Masterlist
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Around You (Mini Series: LOONA Chuu ft. Heejin and Hyunjin X Male Reader)
"A mini series where friendship is tested despite the circumstances, conflicts and challenges the both of you faced together now in your graduating years as seniors."
Part 1 [a]
Part 2 [a]
Part 3 [a]
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loonathelegends (LOONA X Reader)
“Series of oneshots where there are various of different ways which you can spend time with different kinds of girls in a game called League of Legends.”
loonathelegends: Un-shackled [s] [t]
End of a Mix (NMIXX Sullyoon, ?? x Male Reader)
"Just two lovebirds who really love each other—what could go wrong? Well, there's never wrong, it's just about time to end this with a mix—"
End of a Mix: 1. (Full)Filling the Cherry on the Top of the Cake ft. Sullyoon [f] [s]
End of a Mix: 2. ?? ft. ??
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KINKNUARY 2024 MASTERLIST
When everything gets unshackled from the rust of their cages and out of their frustrating restraints—filthiness ensues and arrogates all over them, consuming them with lust and temptation that's inescapable...
Kinknuary Masterlist
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More in the future..
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Groups
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LOONA/ARTMS/Loossemble
Heejin
Post-Race 1: Reminisce [q] [f] [t]
Race 2: Impulse [s] [t]
Post-Race 2: Momentum [q] [f] [t]
Around You (Part 1) [a]
Around You (Part 2) [a]
Around You (Part 3) [a]
Hyunjin
Race 1: Unanticipated [f] [t]
Post-Race 1: Reminisce [q] [f] [t]
Race 2: Impulse [s] [t]
Post-Race 2: Momentum [q] [f] [t]
Race 3: Fault [f] [a] [s] [t]
Around You (Part 1) [a]
Post-Race 3: Mend [f] [a] [t]
Your Weakest Smiles [o] [f]
Around You (Part 3) [a]
Haseul
Yeojin
Vivi
Kim Lip
Cloud Nine [o] [q] [u] [f]
Out of Time [q] [u] [f] [a] [t]
Fall Again [o] [f]
Jinsoul
Race 3: Fault [f] [a] [s] [t]
Post-Race 3: Mend [f] [a] [t]
Stay [o] [q] [u] [f] [t]
Choerry
Race 1: Unanticipated [f] [t]
Post-Race 1: Reminisce [q] [f] [t]
Post-Race 2: Momentum [q] [f] [t]
Won't Let Go [o] [q] [u] [f]
Yves
Chuu
Race 1: Unanticipated [f] [t]
Post-Race 1: Reminisce [q] [f] [t]
Post-Race 2: Momentum [q] [f] [t]
Around You (Part 1) [a]
Around You (Part 2) [a]
Better [o] [q] [u] [f]
Around You (Part 3) [a]
Her (Risky) Invitation [o] [s]
Gowon
Ignite [o] [f] [a] [t]
Olivia Hye
Race 1: Unanticipated [f] [t]
loonathelegends: Un-shackled [o] [s] [t]
Post-Race 1: Reminisce [q] [f] [t]
Race 2: Impulse [s] [t]
Post-Race 2: Momentum [q] [f] [t]
Race 3: Fault [f] [a] [s] [t]
Post-Race 3: Mend [f] [a] [t]
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fromis_9
Hayoung
Fading Tulips [o] [f] [a] [t]
Delight [o] [q] [u] [f]
Seoyeon
Bitter;sweet [o] [f]
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LE SSERAFIM
Chaewon
Good _arts (When everything feels lost but I am—) [o] [u] [f] [a]
Magnitude [s]
Kazuha
19:01 [o] [f]
Sakura
Do you think you're forgiven? [o] [s]
Yunjin
A door that's slightly ajar (and then, I opened them all up) [s]
Eunchae
yearning, etc. [o] [s]
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NewJeans
Minji and Hanni
Three's a Crowd, Four's a Party (collaboration with @chunksworld) [o] [f] [s]
Danielle
Clandestine [o] [s] [u]
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NMIXX
Sullyoon
End of a Mix: 1. (Full)Filling the Cherry on the Top of the Cake [f] [s]
Kyujin
acquiesce, etc. [o] [s]
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Kep1er
Youngeun
Incandescence [o] [q] [u] [s]
Yujin
A star illuminates brightly (and then, it collapsed) [s]
A/N: Hello Orenjideul! Basically, I'll be releasing the rest of the Kinknuary lineup at random times when the drafts are done. Enjoy reading!
read it on fanprose!
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Quintessential. Oh yes, she definitely is.
An epitome, the standard—and that’s how the public views her, behind the camera or even with their own eyes.
So, even with those vague forewords, why would you even think that she’s really contradicting those claims? Well, how can you not when she’s just an inch away from dancing with you, and it’s not just any ordinary one, even metaphorically.
“Stop, baby.” Oh, her faint, dulcet voice is honey to your ears, a sweet concoction alongside her doe eyes sparkling against the dim light the hallways emit. “We can’t do it here.”
“Tch, why not?” Her eyes eagerly scan you, and your confidence marvels her, truly. “It’s not like someone can capture us doing this—ugh—little show of ours.”
You can’t blame her, mostly with the fact that you empathize with her in an extent that you would be cautious too of your surroundings. Even with heightened senses, you wouldn’t exactly divert your attention away from her.
Yes, only her, eyes on Sana—up and down, left and right, you scan her features and it’s breathtaking.
She moans with your lips brushing her neck, and that profound reaction would just get better as time runs by.
You stop and she whines, wanting to address something. “What do you even think I’ll do to you in this random alleyway—”
“A hallway, by the way—”
This girl, you swear to god. It’s annoying and she giggles with her miniscule triumphs, and you playfully roll your eyes just to get another chuckle from her.
“Whatever—don’t change the topic.” You hiss with a futile attempt to intimidate her, and as destined, you failed. “Say it, Sana.”
Your hand still roams around the arch of her back to her hips, eliciting a small moan from her as she composes herself to tell the assumption.
And then, she smirks and smiles deviously. “I thought you’re going to fuck my cunt with your fingers.”
They all lie, they really do. Only you can see the deflowered façade of hers, and she’s boldly claiming it with you. Her words struck something in you, sending magnitudes of amusement as you distance yourself against her by just a little and earning an ambiguous laugh. “And then they say you’re as innocent as an angel, Sana.”
“They’re funny.”
“They really are.” Your voice low and deep, as you close your eyes to initiate another lock with her lips.
You still have some decency in you, and Sana’s attempts are in the form of a taunt. Even though it’s clearly ambiguous, she still remained victorious because she only has a single goal to fulfill herself with what she needs: to lure you in, deeply.
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It was a quick traverse down to your car and with such comfort no one can ever experience, you let the beast out and really gave yourself in.
“Fuck, babe.” Sana elicits the wonder of your actions, hands onto your back as she praises you and feeds your ego. “Really missed me, huh?”
“How can I not? I miss every-single-thing from you, head to toe.” Your words are on par with your actions, and it’s crazy to think how insatiable she can really get with even just verbal exchanges.
Five weeks was enough to state the obvious. Each party in its own stressful nature and passions was enough to bear the fruit of hunger between each other. There’s nothing in this world you could ask for if you have her, the one and only Sana.
You’d constantly hate Nayeon’s bombarding of texts and images whenever she’s with her but it was a concluding act to formulate what you’re experiencing right now. In both ways of satisfaction and happiness: one where you’re smiling like an idiot scrolling down those images and contagiously being jovial on your own seeing her seize her cherishable moments; and two, is the fact that you’ll eventually bound to meet her after a while and here you are, definitely seizing every second.
“Baby, I’ve always thought of something while I’m away from you.”
You part your lips against her porcelain skin, and raise an eyebrow, piqued on what she may have in store for you to be interested in. “Mhm, tell me.”
“But there’s a catch, though.” You roll your eyes with another hindrance that took you off your seat. Her reasons grew exponentially ludicrous yet you got used to it, knowing how playful she can be.
“Oh please, Sana.” You fake an exasperated breath right after, yet still, she will live up with what her lips have escaped.
“Just drive me home then I’ll let you know.”
She sealed the deal but then, you realize that it’s riskier at her place, knowing its contradiction of an ideal spot to really let it all out. She’s cognizant about it, and within a second, proposes another reason to check out what’s on the line. “Oh, now I know, baby~”
You reposition yourself a little, tuck her hair behind the cartilage of her ear then attentively listen. “Now I hope this won't be behind another brick wall.”
Sana scoffs, a chuckle radiating that gleeful energy that’s definitely contagious. “No, this is to cross out another one on the list.”
Your eyes widen, eyebrows furrowing with the intent of amusement and the cherry on top, the confounded emotion. “Oh shit, you still have that, huh?”
Her hands roam around your shoulders, and points her index finger at her forehead, and then she permeates that hubristic smile of confidence, utterly in the rush of excitement with what can possibly unfold. “Got it all in this, baby. Really, in my head.”
Sana isn’t afraid to vocalize what she truly feels, and it’s elevated whenever she is with you. What could possibly stop her from saying such profanities or even the most endearing words known to mankind? You ignite her lingering emotions to an extent that she could be also the tool to break you—an instrument crafted to make the both of you in parity, mutually needing each other and then yearning for more.
If the gods above destined her to do that mission of her, they surely did live up exceeding expectations, and there you fucking go, can’t stop worshipping her.
It catches her off-guard, but eager to reciprocate. Tangled between each other's arms, it seems like you’re only luring yourself deeper and making her dance with you until it all becomes too much. You pull out and she catches her breath, not before cupping your cheek and draws her hand towards your nape. “I need to taste you, baby.”
If this confined space in the backseat doesn’t exist, you would have more freedom to let feel everything. It took a second to render what she just said, and with a smile curling up your lips and a hand on her waist, she knows she’s about to let yourself be unlocked in a different world—and yes, you’ll introduce her with it.
“Is this a new rendition of the bucket list you still have in your mind?”
Sana rolls her eyes, chuckling, preening with your acknowledgement. “Glad about it but not really. Hah… Let this warm you up.”
She tugs onto your belt and you look down onto her clumsy fingers attempting to unbuckle it but she struggles a little. “Getting too cocky, babe?”
“But you’re not stopping me?” And then, you catch her wrists effortlessly, and it’s just a simple investment of energy to hinder her advances. That shock on her face, a circular mouth signifying its sincerity says it all, and you’re triumphant with what she thought you wouldn’t do knowing you don’t have such nerves to impede her.
“Come again?” You’re teasing her, lightly, yet she whines and pulls that card of enervation, that goddamn pouty lips and doe eyes—a fucking Achilles’ heel is worth defying your strength in all aspects.
God, she stares just like that and you simply can’t let your princess be your damsel in distress.
The grip loosened, and the victory of hers was evident and even better, helping her inch closer towards her desired prize.
“You know, Sana, I don’t really know if you can do this here.” You’re clearly doubting her, not by her skills (before you could say anything else, she’s a spectacular showstopper and no one can match her, not even Nayeon or Eunha) but by the fact with such limited space.
“You have to trust me, baby.” Of course, you will and it’s a braindead response. You nod and let her orchestrate how things will go, and you’re eager to comply. “But for now, let me go on top of you.”
If anyone can see such a beauty in the brink of besmirchment, they would be amused and they’ll be met with such a show.
Forget that goddamn foreplay, it’s Sana that runs you over and drives you into insanity.
She’s now on top and you let yourself be comfortable, until her voice snaps you back to reality. “Fancy for some ice cream?”
Ah, of course, another bullet from her magazine full of head-boggling ideas and experiments that can truly test the both of you. The wonder here that everyone would probably disparage is this: it’s not the fact about her creativity in work of filth and lust, but it’s the ways on how she elevates your experience into height you wouldn’t know it’s possible. It’s really what lies beneath such an innocent exterior, is the entirely flummoxing mask—really surprising.
You probably didn’t even notice the bag at the front seat, too occupied with her and her only. She grabs onto the point of the vanilla ice cream, twists it open and yes, she’s seducing you with whatever expertise she can. She licks onto the lid leisurely, her tongue lathering it and going around with a full revolution with one thing in mind: to tease you.
“Oh god, they really don’t miss, do they?” It was rhetorical and you can't invest a nerve to answer. “But in all honesty, baby—nothing can get any better than your dick.”
She rubs the coldness of the container onto your clothed crotch, and you groan on how great it felt even though it’s partially uncomfortable. You can’t possibly describe it thoroughly, nowhere near to be discreet even if you want to for whatever the fuck she’s doing onto your raging tent—
You’re moaning again, and again, and again—it’s just music that fills Sana’s ears, and wholeheartedly accepts what she had crafted you to, a mumbling, needy mess.
For a second, you blink and gosh, she’s dexterous and skillful, now only with just your boxers left to undress for her grand prize.
“Don’t worry, baby.” She cradles your sensitive balls through the fabric, until she tugs your boxers and pulls it onto your knees without a care but her selfish needs. “I’ll make you feel fucking good.”
Sana deemed herself powerless as soon as you got her into your grasp, a pliant girl that suffices your needs yet the tables turned way too hard—she got you squirming under her frozen touch, and it’s euphoric knowing how the emanating hotness of hers rivals it oh-so-perfectly.
The rock-hard mass of muscle stands tall and vigorous, and it’s making her fucking drool to the point that she immediately latched her tongue onto it, an inevitable start to feed her conglomeration of different exigencies that could make your brain in haywire, and it’s a messy fulfillment for your own needs too.
Her lips are soft, like a cushion onto your aching slit as she collects that colorless liquid that’s already leaking. It made her giggle a little, an adorable attempt to mask her sinful façade that she’s about to unveil.
“Don’t be t-too confident.” Sana is just making you stammer just seconds after she latched her lips onto your throbbing cock, and she knows it’s your desired kryptonite. “God—just fucking suck my cock.”
She giggles with a mouthful of your shaft, a vessel pivotal for the success of her acts in making your defense crumble within her feet (should I say, her mouth) even with her gleeful demeanor.
It didn’t take long though and god, she’s bobbing up and down, not stopping anytime soon.
You look down and cradle those hazel-brown locks of hers, a leverage with two messages: one, to let her know how much she’s making you feel good and exponentially loved; and lastly, an outlet to fight that gratification that she’s a professional about. She looks up, eyes darted towards you and you’re lost in the contact of those orbs on hers towards yours—you would love to get lost into the sea of her beautiful, dark, glinting eyes that represents her laced lust right from the start.
She’s already messy around you, spit seeping out at the crevices of her mouth as she pulls out of your delectable shaft, grabbing a wooden spoon and earning you moans for such an incredible job by hers even though it’s ephemeral.
Those thirty seconds felt like an eternity, and that’s her lethal expertise, breaking you.
“I don’t break promises.” Sana grabs a spoonful of that scrumptious ice cream and lathers it onto her lips like she’s applying that favorite matte lipstick you gifted her a month ago, and god, she’s seductive with it. She lets the melted dessert fall onto your throbbing slit, the spoon static as she continues. “I’m going to make a dessert out of this delicious dick of yours.”
The cool drop of that ice cream hits you, and it’s shuddering, right to your core. She can’t tease you for god knows long because she’s the type of person to never waste her chances with you, as well as her golden time.
Her wet mouth envelops you again, and it’s all too well for you. The rivalry of temperature between those two culprits of your erection overwhelms you. Everything seems to break you down in pieces, slowly adjusting for her comfort as the mess of the food gets all over you and the leather—all sticky and sweet, and her actions still surprisingly discreet.
She lets go of the overwhelming suction and lets her tongue dance around your length, insinuating the rendition of her upcoming masterclass that sounds generic but feels just as insane as her other oral skills. She doesn’t care if it makes a mess all over her, you and the car, as she scoops more of the ice cream and spreads it out all over your length, coating every inch with the dulcet dessert that just made you throb. It earns a giggle out of her, her bubbly facade an opposition of the sin she’s doing all over you and no one can blame you for feeling this way—it’s just the way her face looks eager to please you, those dexterous fingers spreading it all out and teasing you, and her tongue collecting the colorless liquid that’s spurting out of your slick and the culprit of your weakness.
It’s getting messier and you love it, but this is rather new and still unorthodox.
“God, it’s y-your tongue—just your fucking tongue.” Sana’s eyes are ambiguous, to say the least, flashing out like waning crescents that balances things off, because what she’s dealing with is such great, filthy work no one can ever top. The ice cream’s beginning to melt, so she scoops some and tops your mushroom tip with it, letting the coldness make you utter sounds of pleasure and she just plays with it, with you.
She sucks you like a lollipop, even better than one as the moment your cock becomes clean with all the licking she’s doing, she scoops more and lets the liquid ooze all over your length and repeat the same process again. She continues pumping you into submission, that cruel bit of prolonged pleasure and the agony under her control just sends you into elation.
She works her wonder between your legs messily while you get to relax and be the only one that can experience this? Well, that’s the wonder of the one and only Minatozaki Sana.
Her mouth lets you loose, and her tongue spirals you out of control yet you contain it and let the periodical throbs be the message of her labor. Your fingers find her brown locks, an outlet to fight a pleasure and a signal that lets Sana know you’re crumbling down slowly.
It’s possibly a hard sight to see such a great outfit slowly being besmirched, but it’s the beauty of a great blowjob—it’s not just her mouth that will be messy, and she knows it too well.
“You wanna know my favorite dessert, baby?” Sana interrupts, holding your cream-sheathed cock firm and occupied while she looks at you endearingly with such a suggestive intent.
You can barely articulate sentences because she fucked you up, but you manage to maintain your composure albeit knees loose, letting her take the upper hand as you mouth spills profanities.
“My cock?”
“Yeah, amongst other things but I’d say a banana split.” Sana returns her proactive assault all over your creamy tip, tongue playing with the leaking slit then she blows you methodically right after, earning the best of moans from your lips. “Hope the cream comes quickly too, though.”
She never really backs down because she never does, and she’ll play and suck you off until you’re probably wrung out dry.
Sana never fails to deliver, but this one is unique and possibly annoying, amongst other things.
(You’d be damned to dress your bottom-half up with the sticky ice cream all over your dick, on your way to somewhere comfortable.)
“We can actually order a legitimate bana split but you’re choosing to just suck me raw—my god.”
“I mean we can but—” Sana sloshes her tongue over your head, bobs her head up and down before elicit a loud pop. “—this is better. I’ll make you feel good, just relax.”
You already are, and you’re nearing your wit’s end.
It’s sticky and messy, and that’s all you can see when the brunette blur pulls out and there’s nothing more sensational than this when she dives right in, again.
Sana has her hands begin the assault on your sack, massaging the primary reservoir of her reward, wringing it slowly and drawing you closer and closer towards the edge. You weren’t just begging under your words which was almost inaudible, but yearning for her to let you cum as her heavenly mouth does the job, and so are her dexterous fingers that finds every inch of nether regions checked. She preens and keens over throbbing dick, making you elicit the greatest of moans mankind has ever heard, and so are her hums and those seldom gags from her bobbing.
The ice cream smeared all over is just a mere thought from you as the delectable desserts stain your seat covers, but it was a mere predicament since the real problem is lying between your legs, ready to wring you out dry.
“Can feel you throbbing, baby. Let it out—let it out inside my throat.” She dives in, relentless with her pursuits and you throb with her profound name for you again but even with such endearing words, cumming is all you really care for.
“Your fucking mouth—god, let me cum—”
You swallow, choke a little on your spit as your hands grip her harshly, pushing her limits as you’re a mess inside her throat, cumming rapidly.
It was in quick succession, spurts painting her throat as the inevitable came, pushing you through with strings of her own drool, an addition to the depraved sight of you being an utter mess.
Sana really fulfills it, and you cream all over her lips and face with your dying spurts, which she doesn’t seem to bother, her hands an utter mess which she chooses to invest annoyance in.
“Well, I think I didn’t think this through.” Sana vents, licking the cum and cream all over her lips as she wipes the remnants on her cheeks, smiling through the debauchery.
“There’s alcohol in the glovebox.”
“Like I can reach it.” Sana laughs with the predicament the both of you are in, and it’s contagious, silly with her actions which you always love.
“Well, that’s a problem we don’t need to sweat for.”
It isn’t technically one, but she may be the biggest problem there is right now, and possibly even later. You never thought of this high subsiding between the both of you, and her ferocious actions says otherwise.
You’re diving in, head first.
Maybe, technically hers.
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You’re still in this flummoxed state, letting your thoughts flood in as you can’t believe what Sana’s brain came up on the backseat of your car.
“Well, I guess I may need to wipe that clean tomorrow. Nayeon is gonna kill me if she sees this.”
“You can just bring it to the car wash, duh.” Sana retorts, eyebrows raising as she caresses your clothed thighs with her hands, a form of reassurance. “Besides, don’t mind that, we gotta finish this ice cream once we get home, I’m not wasting this.”
“Possibly dick-flavored now—no thanks.” You laugh and she does the same, eyes still on the road as she hits you playfully.
“You’re no fun! But don’t say you didn’t like what I just did to you.”
You sigh, knowing anything she does gets you swooning or yearning for more. “I never said that so, yeah—but next time, not in the backseat, alright? Guess you’ll cross that down on your bucket list?”
Sana nods, and she curls up that wicked smile on her lips, knowing she won you over. “Yeah, and there’s one more thing I wanted to do with you since nobody can finally see us when we get home.”
You’re piqued, catching a glimpse of her as you’re ready for what monstrosity that may unfold. “What is it?”
Sana whispers, gently and coquettish. “Want you to do it in my ass. Like how you did it to Eunha.”
It’s wicked and insane, yet she always wins in the end. Of course, her triumph wouldn’t end here as there’s still a long night ahead for the both of you, and that is if you wanted to be enlightened with her experiments.
Such experiments that defy the lengths of sex, per se.
A/N: orenjideul! i'm back with some mayhaps kinda late kyujin birthday fic! this is something different from before and i hope you just enjoy reading this!
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So, here’s the situation: Kyujin needs you to come to her place and it’s urgent, for reasons undefined, yet.
Exactly half an hour ago, you’re just minding your business with the plethora of groceries in your cart when your phone vibrates and sees her name and that text that makes you exhilarated all of a sudden.
jangkyukyu at 16:51 - “please come over, daddy”
jangkyukyu at 16:51 - “i have a surprise for you ;)”
Just with her messages alone, rekindles something familiar within you, and it’s just going to go downhill from there.
Kyujin knows her grip onto you every damn time she messages you something inviting or suggestive like this—you’re fathomably predictable, and she knows that you can’t resist her no matter what you do.
You love her too much and the feelings are mutual, but whatever she’s hinting at is something you’re always excited about, as the anticipation clearly gets ahead of you.
But right now, you're here, and you clearly don’t need to anticipate anymore, because that headspace was minutes and minutes ago.
It’s also the fact that you can sense her in front of you, head into the game as you could just imagine what she has in store for you, and what she looks like outside your frustrating blindfold.
The hindrance falls short and results in a halt, as her faint voice calls you.
“Take it off now, daddy.” So you did, and you’re flabbergasted.
The sight alone is immaculate, the epitome of perfection as Kyujin was at the top of the game—your eyes immediately land towards her figure, and oh it’s so sinful down to every inch.
She flaunts her full body in display for you and god, that tent in your boxers is aching to be released.
You sit back and gawk over every inch and every element is just right: those cat-ears headbands firmly tucked behind her hair, the white lingerie over her that perfect accentuates her slender figure (not to mention the straps over her midriff too, diabolically hot), those white stockings that just fits perfectly on her thighs, bright-colored stiletto heels, that cat-tail buttplug that she’s been dying to wear ever since she mentioned it weeks ago and the best part of the shot, that damn collar her neck that’s pretty slim to be called as one.
Genuinely, this is the most seductive and the hottest sight your eyes have laid upon and you’re savoring every second, incredibly in awe of how perfect Kyujin could be.
“I guess you love it, daddy—been looking at me for some while now.”
“Yes I fucking do, Kyujin.” You keep yourself seated, as Kyujin walks closer to you, getting herself comfortable for the position she will do.
“You do, daddy?”
“Yes, god—you’re actually the prettiest girl on this planet I swear.” Your words make Kyujin blush, a smile curling up your face as you support her legs once she straddles you, and at your end, you need her so much that you’re ultimately and instinctively greedy, hands roaming around where her weakness is.
“Did this for you—need to kiss you now, daddy.”
She doesn’t need to ask because you’re ahead and she’s clearly insatiable enough for you to advance towards the unthinkable. You pull Kyujin into a deep kiss, not that passionate and sloppy as you immediately find your lips pecking the pristine skin of her neck, suckling on it as your hands roam around her soft, scrumptious ass which makes her moan softly, wanton-filled.
“Daddy…” She averts her attention towards the growing tent between your thighs, her hands skating around your clothed chest as she unbuttons your top precisely. “Kiss me more—want to feel how great you kiss me.”
“Yeah, don’t worry, Kyujin.” You’re grasping her ass with a firm grip as you continue your worshipping advances, peppering her shoulders then her lips with pecks that show how much you yearn for her. “I’ll probably kiss you until my lips go numb.”
And you just continue to do what you’re best at, and Kyujin’s that good girl, taking everything incredibly well.
Her hands continue her advances towards your chest as she moans out your name whenever you kiss the vicinity of her neck, and it’s such a cute sight to see such a sinful Kyujin be reduced into a whimpering, adorable mess under your control. She’s so small that you could probably carry her right now and pin her against the bed to continue what’s clouding your mind but no, you really want to appreciate every inch of hers and your lips are fulfilling that wish.
“God, daddy.” Her lips are quivering, eliciting dying moans of need as your lips finds her porcelain skin repeatedly, suckling onto the succulence as you can feel the familiar wetness seeping onto her crotch (it doesn’t help that her lingerie is brightly-colored that you can already see how wet she is becoming). “I n-need something from you—ohh…”
That piques your interest, all ears on what Kyujin might propose to you. “Go ahead, Kyujin—we have all day here.”
“Need to f-feel you badly, daddy. Need it so bad…” You know what she’s referring to as the growing tent in your pants grows harder, and you’re dying to just take it off and fuck her into incoherence but you play along, wanting her to learn patience despite your growing insatiability to her.
“Need what, specifically, hm? Speak up, darling.” Kyujin whines as she keeps grinding onto you, and it’s euphoric on how great her hips move against you. You support her straddling figure with her hands on her plump cheeks still, feeling her tiny frame be a mere weight against you as you marvel with her growing need, evident with those glistening eyes of lust from hers.
“Daddy—need your cock badly. I need to t-taste it, please—fuck…” Her pleading continuously like this is just your hidden guilty pleasure, and her bane. But ultimately, you want to test the waters down below before diving in, and you have specific thoughts in your mind that need execution.
“I would want that, darling, but—” There’s that pronoun she hates to hear, a condition she’ll be fulfilling for you because she’s always that good girl for you, and you love that from her. “—I need to do something for you first.”
Kyujin raises an eyebrow, anticipating what you may do as she keeps her eyes in contact with yours. “What is it, da—oh! Oh my fucking god, daddy.”
Her eloquence is short-lived when your fingers roam around her dripping cunt, evidently wet against the beautiful fabric of her panties.
She chokes, cries for you but the constant dexterity sends her into submission, as she’s enervated to move anywhere but her hips.
“Kyujin.” You remind her, prompting her to something she would always comply with. “Stay steady and let me finger your cunt.”
She smiles right after, all ears for you as she relaxes herself, putting her hands on your shoulders and listening to whatever you command her. She eases up her body as she takes your fingers inside her constricting cunt, moaning wantonly as you assess the state she’s in right now, and she’s giving in slowly and you can sense.
“God, darling—how are you this fucking wet already? It’s just my fingers, oh my god.” You marvel with the unfathomable drench below her tight tummy, her slit leaking on your fingers as you keep thrusting in her, pushing her onto the edge and even flicking her clit as the cherry on top. “You really yearn for my cock, do you?”
The fabric is a mere distraction on your fingers, not when it’s set aside to the point where it almost tears it all up and you can’t just hide the fact that you want her badly, that you’re testing her limits and what she can take all thanks to you.
Also, your questions towards Kyujin is a no-brainer, as she’s as straightforward as she can get.
“I need it, daddy.” Her head hangs inches away from your face, as you kiss her earlobe just to amplify the gratification she’s feeling. “More than anything, please…”
That plea of hers makes you twitch on your trousers and god, she is definitely testing you and inviting you to just give her what she wants.
But then, good girls obey orders, and she ultimately is one.
“Darling, I need you to do something for me first.” You’re finger repetitively fingerfucking her to the fullest, feeling rivulets drenching your digits as she stares at you with carnal need, anticipating what you may say.
“Daddy—fuck, w-what is it?”
You’re pace is rapid and you know how sensitive and close she is, and you know she can’t hold it anymore. “Cum for me, my precious kitty—cum for daddy.”
She doesn’t flinch, nor a single respite as she undergoes her own elation—it was quick from her but you didn’t care, you need to make her feel special in every second you serve her.
But right now, you’re too frustrated to do that because of the growing monster beneath your pants (rawr: in your headspace).
You know how this goes and Kyujin’s bright mind, still a little clouded with her orgasm, knows what to do, so she gets off her position and gets on her knees.
God, she looks great when she’s vulnerable and submissive like this.
“Fuck—you’re good at that, darling.” She really is, as she’s that one-in-a-million girl whose talent you’ll appreciate and never let go. Her hands unbuckle the strap and so are the other garments, undressed swiftly and with precision.
It’s just the last bit of defense against her grand prize, and her profound movements give you a gist on what she’s up to—she’s teasing you near your boiling point, and she’s fiddling onto that limit of yours.
You fucking need to feel her mouth now and she can sense it with the way you’re refusing to look at her, feeling the pleasure even without her hands onto the main event yet.
Thankfully, the frustrating restraints are off and god, she looks splendid with a cock near her mouth—genuinely pornographic yet encapsulated with such beauty no one can ever match.
“Fucking hell, Kyujin.” You whisper and she already knows your weak spots and that’s lethal enough for you to handle. You love the thrill and the will to combat the pleasure with your own semblance of control, even if it’s crumbling down to submission or in its all-time strength, you will find authority.
You’re determined to be one because Kyujin wants that, and you’re not disappointing her.
But seriously, it’s only been at least fifteen seconds of her mouth meeting your tip and you’re practically shaking in pleasure.
You still feign your authority, even though the defenses in you slowly crumble.
“Am I doing good, daddy?” You know Kyujin is just asking that to seek validation, intents in the likes of rhetoricism.
But you have tricks in your sleeve to paint that certain expression of hers that you like her to tease with.
“No.” She frowns, continuously licking your slit with profound fervor, knowing that your words are genuine.
“Oh—what did I do wro—”
“You’re doing fucking spectacular right now, dear—keep going for me.” The sudden shift makes her smile as you chuckle a little, but not before eliciting a moan as her lips envelop your sensitive tip.
The sight is pretty adorable to say the least—disregarding the beauty of her face being disheveled due to her own hunger on your cock, her pouting in disbelief paints a smile on your face as you always love teasing her, even in moments like this.
But Kyujin doesn’t stop, not when she’s depraved for such a wonderful mast that she’s savoring every inch and second she invests towards you. She just appreciates every inch, kissing on it as she tells you how thankful she is for this opportunity and you’re just there, smiling like an idiot and caressing her hair leisurely.
“I’d never get tired worshipping your cock, daddy.” A peck on your base comes right after as she dives into the action, divulging how much she needed you.
Talent remains evident, her tongue dancing around your length as she takes you halfway, lips enveloping with a tight suction. Her hands roam on your thighs as you relax and let yourself loose for her, savoring the pleasure as you’re enamored with the beauty of filth.
The plastered drool around your cock when she pulls out is just diabolical, her expressions enough to make you twitch as her hand now grasps your base as she sucks on you like a lollipop.
“Getting ahead of ourselves right now, hm, dear?”
Kyujin paints a puzzle face, possibly hesitant to assume what she had in mind knowing your past ambiguity. “What do you mean, daddy?”
“Why the cat ears? Wanting to try something special?” You grunt slightly right after, utterly interested in what sparked her mind to try such an inviting fit.
“I always thought you loved the idea of me dressed as a pet.” She slobbers continuously over your length, sheathed with her drool as her tongue dances over your tip while she talks with her mouth full of cock. “So—mmfh—I rwlly—really wanted to dress like daddy’s slutty, obedient catgirl.”
Now that you’re enlightened, you can’t help but flash that grin because of her efforts and she ultimately knows your Achilles’ heel—with such a seductive vision coming into life, you can't help but rank this up on the greats.
Kyujin is just relentless right now, proving her talent and your time truly treasuring its worth, as she doesn’t keep anything idle. Whenever she pulls out to appreciate your balls and play with them, she continues pumping you with a pace tolerable, then when she sucks you off, her hands fondling those valuable reservoirs of yours gently.
Also, the sight of her figure just staying there, her head bobbing moderately with those cat ears on her head being the cherry on top is just truly insane, a view to savor for eons to come.
“God—what the fuck, Kyuj—holy shit, darling—you’re doing so good for daddy.” The praise strokes her gently, and those are just fuel as she keeps the pleasure in an all-time high, and you’re inching closer to that elated state.
But you have other plans for her, and it’ll be messier than this.
Sure, you want your load into her mouth, deposited right to her stomach or to paint that pretty face of hers, you just can’t hide the fact that you truly need to fuck her right now, and you’re not sugarcoating anything anymore.
“Kyuj—dear, rise up.” This earns a pout from the disheveled girl, her bright mind sensing that you wanted to do something and not the fact that she didn’t do great—you’ll just be incredibly stupid to think she didn’t excel here.
“I guess daddy wants to fuck his slutty pet…”
“I fucking do.” You get yourself out of the chair, prompting her to do something as you’re incredibly yearning to feel Kyujin. “Now, will you get all on fours on the bed, please, dear?”
She obliges and god, her outfit compliment her legs and her ass in this lingerie is such a hot sight that you just can’t help but gawk over it—her arching her back a little when she’s in position and wiggling her backside is just the final straw, and you need to do something right now.
You just can’t deal with your clothing being dressed onto yours anymore, peeling it off yourself as quickly as you can while savoring the obscene angle Kyujin has mounted herself onto.
“Please, daddy.” She looks behind her shoulder, flaunting her ass up as she caresses the soft mattress, waiting for what you will do to her. “I’ve been great—please treat your kitten like something you always wanted to do.”
Her way of words never disappoints, and you love the absolute madness and filthiness of each dropped syllable. Your cock is throbbing relentlessly, furiously wanting her bad with the scene presented in front of you—such an immaculate figure clothed so sinfully, ass up for you and such a fluffy tail is the cherry on top.
You mount near her, your hands finding the softness of her ass as you grip on it, and then teased your leaking cock over her clothed crotch.
“May I?” You ask Kyujin, repeatedly whining as you hint your tip over her drenched cunt over the fabric.
She just nods looking back, then gets herself ready for what’s about to take place.
Like a good girl.
The panties are practically drenched beyond saving, pulling it down and towards her knees, and god, the sight is downright depraved, utterly vitiated all thanks to you—the hint of that gray metal of her plug connected that fluffy tail just hints the contradiction, and it’s all too well.
You swipe your digits over her drenched lips as you earn a whine coming out of her lips. She knows that you can’t take it anymore, getting rid of the foreplay or anything in the like, but just go and do what she wants you to do.
Kyujin senses it, and your tip meeting the heat of her cunt was the last fucking straw.
She keens when you plunge the tip onto her overwhelming snugness, earning moans of approval and need out of her lips. The repeated calls of your name was just eargasmic as she forms fists onto the sheets, bracing every inch of you invading the walls of her tight pussy.
“Fucking tight, as always—shit.”
“Daddy, please—” Kyujin pleads to you as you elicit more ragged breaths, ensuing a turtle’s pace over her cunt for now as you make herself accustomed to your length for the time being. “—please f-fuck me real good.”
Whenever she feels submissive and utterly helpless, she begs and that’s music to your ears. With just a constant pace onto her pussy, you can’t help but marvel at how great her ass ripples every time, spanking the flesh harshly as the pain stings and is elicited.
“Ow! Oh my fucking god—daddy, please…” You’re just orchestrating a gradual pace right now, exponentially getting faster as the moans that form are more carnal, making you throb more.
Yet with this state of elation and pure flow of steady rhythm, you can’t help but think that something is missing, and it’s something she likes too.
“Wait—wha—what a-are you doing, daddy?” Kyujin whines, feeling herself being edged and empty as you do the unthinkable. “Why’d you pull out?”
You don’t want to, but you have a better idea that will enlighten her fully, because she never sees this coming.
Those fluffy, circular culprits stem the urge for you to go further with the kinks, and with such control that she wants, you know she’ll lose her shit.
“Wait—oh, daddy… You’re so naughty for your kitten…”
“Really am.” You’re no stranger in these cuffs, having done this before with her as you tease your tip onto her waiting lips, making her squirm. “Now, your hands behind your back please.”
Now with such vulnerability, she can’t help but voice out how she wants you to control her, dictate how she feels in the long run and how bad you want her.
“Gosh, daddy—really love cuffing your lovely slut, hm? Please fuck me up, daddy!” You will, and you’re not wasting any second because as soon as the cuffs clicked and locked in place, you inserted your length in her once again.
With Kyujin’s flexibility and strength still evident on her thighs, she lifts herself up enough to keep herself steady, a great angle for such diabolical pistoning at your end.
The chains of her collar rests onto her back, meeting the fluffy ends of her tail as you grasp it, making sure that you’re utilizing what you’re able to grasp and see. She yelps every time you bury your cock deep inside her velvety walls, seeing the repeated constrictions of her puckered hole around the metallic bud as the cherry on top which you ultimately love. Her moans restrict whenever you pull the leash, and she just laughs it out and moans how great your roughness is currently, and her words are just fuel to the fire at this point.
“Fu—uck—oh, shit—daddy! Fucking u-use me!”
“That’s my good fucking kitten.” You keep your firm grip on the handle, your other hand grasping her right hip as you pound her right, pace now relentless now with the constant urges she had morphed yourself into.
You’re now pounding her into total incoherence, and this is only the beginning.
But then, she remains sturdy and able to elicit those beautiful moans out of her mouth, legs squatting for you to be taken with your entirety, and that filthy mouth of hers.
“Dadd—y—oh fuck, I like it when y-you choke me—holy shit…”
“I know you do, kitten.” You grit your teeth as you exaggerate your thrusts, giving her what she deserves and facing her the fact of her sluttiness and yearning for you and your treasured dick. “Fuck, you’re getting tighter—guess you want me to call you that, huh?”
Guess you found the right name, and she’s borderline crying because of the pleasure and how badly she wants to be called as that.
“Yes, d-daddy.” She winces and hisses when you spank her, wrists flailing as the pleasure gets her going, uttering words as she’s still thankfully coherent. “Fucking l-love it when you—fuck, call me a kitten.”
That’s the groove, and you’re dancing with the devil.
Your hips oscillate at a ruthless pace, Kyujin’s moans and the repeated clashing of bodies are orchestrated to bless your ears, not to mention the squelching of her cunt due to the juices that’s seeping out of her tightness. Her thighs shiver, lips quivering to the roughness that’s being brought to her, and with no semblance of control, she can just take you all, like the good kitten that she is.
“Look at you already creaming on my cock.” She doesn’t give a compliment or the opposite, but it wouldn’t matter because she’s just taking you so well all that you can mouth is how great she possibly feels and the walls of her pussy. “Such a good, genuine slut for me, kitten.”
“Fuck! I am—I a-am your g-good kitten—oh god!” The reciprocation is audible, and it’s a rhythm in your ears you’ll always treasure. Her head yanks up every time you pull the leash towards you, and that earns that wicked smirk on your face, satisfied on the right roughness you’re bestowing her.
Surprisingly, the headband still clings for dear life onto her silken hair, tucked firmly behind her ear despite the onslaught of rough thrusts she’s taking. The sigh alone is worth a marvel, a blessing to savor as every detail is just beautiful up to the miniscule.
How could you not? Not when her back tenses with your actions, her pussy squelching as her nectar drips over the sheets, her thighs rippling and trembling due to you, her lingerie a perfect fit on her slender body, her hips and her ass hinting a rosy hue, the collar fitting perfectly around her neck, those cat ears a balance to such debauched sight and that tail of hers that’s a mere distraction as you’re fucking her with all your might, adding up the scenic beauty of her.
This is a sight to die for, and you’re absolutely living in it.
“Da—daddy, fuck—can’t t-take it anymore…” It’s bound to happen, as you let go of the leash and leaned over her, fucking her deeper and letting yoir voice tickle her ear.
“Then go, kitten.” You snarl as you keep the pace going, not giving her a millisecond to recover. “Cum on this cock.”
She does immediately, and it’s an utter mess all throughout.
There’s no respite, fucking her through her orgasm as she chants your name like a ritual, summoning the devil in you to totally wreck her in half.
You gradually slow down, not wanting her to pass out due to sheer overstimulation but still buried inside her, your hands supporting her shivering body that’s precarious due to the elation knocking down her walls.
“Good fucking kitten.” You hiss on Kyujin’s ear, earning a gulp from her and that beautiful smile from her lips as your praise is the cause.
You’re just buried inside her, immobile as she whines with the girth invading her walls thoroughly. Of course, girls like her at this moment crave for something special, like a reward they deserve as soon as the second of such filthy sex commences.
Those lips part, and she’s vocal with what she wants.
“Isn’t daddy close? You must be so close, daddy~” Kyujin’s tone laces need, the utter epitome of yearning for your cum for so long and her inviting voice alone makes you throb repeatedly.
You inevitably start your hips again and this time, you’re not holding back. Your hand ultimately grasps her hips with a grip that borderline leaves a bruise because of how you’re grappling it. The other isn’t so idle either, and even the best contributor to the mess Kyujin’s brain is currently experiencing as you pump her asshole with the tail plug that’s been keeping her tightest hole gaped.
Kyujin whimpers against you, having that modicum of patience left as you keep her holes filled and busy, all thanks to you.
If Kyujin can see your face contorting to the sheer pleasure her pussy brings, the candor is evident—you’re fucking close and not playing around anymore because she always love hearing how near you always are.
You’re not lasting a minute in her snugness.
“Gonna fucking cum, kitten—right to this tight, little pussy of yours.” She can’t control herself anymore and with your words, she’s a whimpering mess. You keep yourself steady, fucking her ultimately until she speaks volumes are you’re losing it.
“Please cum, daddy—” Kyujin is pleading, a pathetic tone just to earn what she deserves right up her womb. “—I c-can’t—please cum inside m-me, daddy!”
You enter the promised land, sinking deeper as you submerge into that euphoric state, depositing everything as you keep yourself sinked in her.
It goes straight towards where it belongs, filling her up to the brim as you squirm from the multiple spurts you filled her.
Hell, maybe you’ve possibly fucked a baby into her and you’d never know—the thrill is fun, but she possibly has planned this ahead.
“Fuck—that was—oh shit, you f-filled me up, daddy…” She rests her head against the mattress, her body relaxing over its comfort as she keeps her arch evident, ass up for you to marvel and drool on.
You eventually pulled out and fuck, you’re still throbbing seeing that freshly-fucked cunt dripping with your treasured cum, and you know what to do after this.
“You’ve been so great, kitten.” The immediate swipe of your digits gets her keening, lifting her head just for you to hear her moans as you scoop samples. "Here's a reward for you. Don’t waste it.”
“Yes, daddy.” She just takes it, no questions asked.
Kyujin fervorly sucks your digits sheathed with your semen, tongue swirling over it as she hums due to the satisfaction, a delectable treat tasted after such deprivation.
“Such a good kitten, huh?” She nods, as you uncuff her wrists and let her body rest against the mattress after such a rough session.
“You know that I’m still not done with you, right, kitten?” You yearn for her answer, towering over her exasperated frame as she recovers as fast as possible.
“Yes, daddy—you promised me that you will leave a load somewhere…”
That raises your eyebrows, interest piqued as you vaguely remember what the promise was but it’s surely as filthy as this. “Really? Enlighten me then..”
“You promised to leave a load on or in me after breeding me before—didn’t put some effort into wearing this without something in return…” There’s this hint of entitlement here, and as much as you want to put her in her place and remind her of something, her proposition is too inviting.
First of all, you did promise her that: going in lengths just to fulfill what she needs and even over your limits.
But what’s genuinely surprising is her fit for you to swoon and drool all over, and that’s why you adore the element of surprise.
“Right, and I dearly appreciate this, kitten, so do what you need to do.” She’s too delectable to let yourself be hindered from such a filthy round with her, and with her on all fours yet again and that beautiful face inviting you to do what you’re best at, you can’t simply resist.
Kyujin wiggles her ass as an invitation, as the sight of your load dripping between her thighs just releases those animalistic urges in you to go ballistic over her but you remain composed for an ephemeral amount of time. You work on her tail, teasing the metallic culprit down below as you thrust the metal criminally slow, and she’s already quivering.
“Daddy’s such a tease…” She moans out the pleasure right after, swiping your finger over her leaking cunt as you keep herself accustomed to what will invade her tightness soon, and the already-lubed plug aids her and introduces her to such wonders.
“It’s important, kitten.” Your circle the pivot of where the fur and the metal meets, earning those sultry cries from her mouth as you lean forward, inches away from ear as you whisper, “And you love whenever I tease you like this.”
Even if she denies it, her body says otherwise. She loves being taken care of and showing her what it feels like without overstimulating her so suddenly.
Because after all, she’s the best girl you’ve ever met and the best kitten when in bed.
Gonna make her purr—
“There you go.” You push the plug further, making her writhe with the feeling, succumbing to the euphoria it brings as your other hand dances around the lips of her filled pussy. “Keep moaning for me, kitten—such a good fucking girl, you are.”
Your words make her sensibly yearn for your cock once again, and with your constant teases and that longing control fading away as she gets too bearable to just stuck her with this for more minutes, you can’t take it anymore and neither does she.
As you command her to ease her anal muscles up, you prepare to pull out the plug as she voices something similar to your interest. “Daddy, do you remember the stuff you say whenever we do anal sex?”
You quite have the grip of that and yet again, you’re unsure but this time, you’re sincere since there’s a lot of things you could’ve said before. “What is it, kitten?”
Kyujin looks back, not with that smirk on her face as she states the obvious. “That you always wanna paint my face after fucking my ass or something in the like… y’know how bad that turns me on, daddy.”
Maybe she made that up, or it’s true based on the four times you’ve had this similar situation (not including this one), but you didn’t care to think much with your brain, but with such an irresistible sight in front of you, your cock does the thinking.
“If that’s what you want.” You eye her gaping hole, reach for the lube that’s near the drawer behind you and lathered a copious amount on your length before doing such a feverish act. “Behave well for me and I’ll paint your pretty face, kitten.”
Even with the dim, fluorescent lights emanating over the both of you, you can see the glint on her eyes once you said that. Thank the heavens above for such an amazing build from Kyujin, as the architecture of her legs stays sturdy, on all fours as you mouth yourself ready to plunge it in slowly and when you do, she buries her head onto the mattress, knees buckling.
“Fucking hell—still grips tight as fuck.” The grunts that follow right after are inevitable, as you push yourself deeper into Kyujin’s snug walls and her wanting more.
“God—fuck, daddy—” Her breaths are ragged, almost crying as the tightness overwhelms her but she still helps you out, and even with the help of the plug, she’s still as tight as a vacuum. “—push it in, I c-can take it…”
That’s the green light and you slowly invade the entirety of her ass, and it’s unreal how it truly feels around your pulsing length. You leisurely make Kyujin take it, let her be accustomed to your entire length as she eases her muscles for comfort, and everything is just going well as it should be.
“Daddy’s gonna split m-me open—oh fuck, daddy, it’s so big in my ass—god!”
“Take it easy, kitten.” You stroke her hair to reassure her, as you resume snapping your hips to her liking. “Gotta start slow, okay?”
So you did, a snail’s pace in her ass as she savors every second of your invasion and the ruined sight in front of you is just carnal fuel. She still maintains that cat-like facade for you, willing to be into the play and letting you experience her capabilities right off the bat.
All throughout the half an hour of such filth, she’s doing so well and the genuine fruition with her, and you can’t ask for anything more. You’ll never get tired of peppering her with kisses, back tensing as you move your length ever-so-slightly, and those endless stream of compliments that always makes her feel special and that familiar rosy hue hinting on her cheeks. As time runs, you impale her slowly and move even more, and she’s whining, clearly whining for more which is evident with the tone of her voice.
God, you can just imagine how pretty and inviting her face must be diving into such a plethora of pleasure.
“I c-can take more, daddy—” Kyujin enlightens you with a green light, and with her assurance, you aren’t a stranger to how these things go. “—do it—fuck me like h-how you always wanted it!”
The demand laced in her voice says a lot, even though it’s slightly muffled as you begin moving with such confidence, a moderate pace enough for the both of you to feel elevated.
Her gaping hole craves for you, as it feels like a magnet whenever you thrust into her, onto the limit as suction is the pleasurable it has ever been, and it’s always fucking up with your brain’s chemistry—it’s a poison you’re addicted to, and it’s mutual with hers. The sensations are far too good to be true, especially when your balls slap against her wet lips and her hole constricts tighter with the feeling of such mere contact onto her sensitive cunt. Your persistent throbs against her tight asshole sends a message, and she likes how she always makes you feel the utmost euphoria, and your seeping animalistic urges slowly going down onto that filthy route. You grasp onto her hips firmly, pistoning yourself to truly let her feel how bad you’ve been wanting her ass as she remains steady, on all fours albeit quivering due to your reckless acts on her ass.
“Fuck—please, d-daddy—more! Gape me o-open!” Kyujin’s pleas are a chant in your, following those defiled moans that completes the symphony. Her sounds just ignites you to chase that high of yours, fucking her faster and letting her asshole take what you can give her, and you’re fulfilling what she wants for the umpteenth time.
“What if I just—fuck—like, fill this ass up?” You grit your teeth right after, continuing your pace as the resonating sounds of her cheeks meeting yours makes you throb, inching closer towards that promised state. “You wouldn’t m-mind that, do you, kitten?”
It doesn’t register within her answer so coherently and immediately, and you spanking on her butt harshly and deftly fingering her doesn’t help, even with such a reduced pace in your thrusts.
Kyujin whimpers and moans in return, and you’re not satisfied. “Kitten, answer daddy’s question.”
It’s stern and it barely registers in her with the current stimulation, but her current state etches a smile on your lips. “W-what question, daddy—fuck!”
You smack her again, and ultimately give her mercy because she’s been such a good kitten for you, and she deserves the best of treatment.
“I said—” You lean down, your body resting against her back as you whisper in her ear, continuing your thrusts. “—you don’t mind me filling up this tight ass, won’t you, kitten?”
You kiss Kyujin’s nape, earning a moan from her as your hands grasp her tits against the white lingerie still fitted perfectly on her body and go down onto teasing her abs as the cherry on top. She manages to utter an answer, but not without broken melodies and discordant sounds of pleas.
“God—please—fuck, I d-don’t care anymore, daddy—” Kyujin pulls you into a kiss as you eagerly reciprocated, letting her know how much you fucking want her and you let her finish what plea she may utter. “—but as l-long as—oh god—I feel your cum, t-then it’s good…”
You continue pumping her and you’re at your wit’s end with the ability to last any longer than a minute. With her debauched sight, heavenly moans, and what she wants from you, you’d ultimately bless her with another reward.
Your cadence falls a little dissonant, grunting in every thrust as you continue to play with her tits on the fabric and kneading her cheeks to turn you on even more.
Right now, you’re going to erupt strongly and Kyujin’s ass vice grip would be the culprit.
“Gonna fucking cum so deep in you, kitten—” You lick her ear, continuing a strong pace as you pound her into oblivion. “—and you'll store it in your ass like a good girl, do you understand?”
Kyujin faces back, nodding her head and with her frame taking you all with great semblance of control and composure—even with her shivering thighs and possibly weak knees, she never ceases to amaze you—you know you’re just going to be hammering until you blow it all.
And so you did, cumming deep and painting her anal walls white, possibly every snug inch.
The sight is beyond fucked up with ten seconds worth of such elevated orgasm whenever you pull out—your cum leaking out of your tip and out from her tight hole, dripping towards her cunt.
Right at this moment, Kyujin has truly made you be at your best, to be downright animalistic and the filthy sight of her holes leaking with your seed will forever be etched in your brain.
“That was fucking good, kitten—god, you’re so good for me.” You stroke Kyujin’s hair, reassuring her of how perfect she has been with you and how well she took you, and that alone makes you feel proud of her.
“Loved this so much, daddy—so warm inside me…” She turns around, laying herself flat on the bed as she recovers from the sneaky high she had when you fucked her ass relentlessly.
Even with the possibly evident soreness, she still aids you with easing her muscles up, letting the plug store all your cum inside her walls and letting it stay there for as long as you want.
“Good kitten.” You join her on the bed, peppering her cheeks with kisses as she finds your lips once again, eagerly reciprocating and voicing out how great this experience is.
“I think we should do buttplugs more, daddy.”
“Filthy slut.” You chuckle right after, appreciating her features as you adore her fetishes. “That’s cute but damn, I really loved your cunt more.”
“You love both, daddy—stop lying.”
You elicit a gasp, shocked with her words as you state the fact. “I do but you—”
Yet Kyujin shuts you up with another peck, and then she pulls out with that cute smile on her lips, and her beauty still exuding seductiveness and the feline atmosphere still there.
You take seconds to adore and marvel as her incredible figure is still on display, despite the disheveled fits (you’re genuinely surprised her headband is still there, tucked and fitted) and ruined appearance—Kyujin always looks spectacular, and that’s such a blessing.
“Well, I guess there’s another hole you haven’t filled yet, daddy.” With the way she talks and invites you, how can you not resist?
It is all too well with Jang Kyujin, but you have some decency left and that grasp of self-control left in the bank.
Or do you?
Yes, you do.
“I think we should clean up first, kitten.” You rise up, as the young girl composes herself and agrees with you, but not without the following proposition. “Then maybe you can blow me on the balcony before we have dinner.”
That piques her, eyes scintillating full of anticipation as she rebuts. “But daddy’s load is enough for my dinner.”
You smile, giggling a little as Kyujin paints that familiar smile on her lips, her way with words still getting up on your nerves.
“Alright, let’s see how this goes, kitten.” You compose and dress yourself up (pretty unhygienic but okay), as you let yourself be occupied onto something else. “For now, you can take a shower while I get us some dinner.”
“Still with this plug on? And I wanna shower with daddy~”
Well, here are the toughest choices but she’s too insatiable to fight the temptation, and ultimately, Kyujin still wins.
“Fuck it, babe—remove the plug start up the tub. I’m joining you.”
That curls up that smirk on hers, as she elicits such an ecstatic cheer, swiftly going to the bathroom and preparing for herself and possibly, you.
You’re going to die on this hill—maybe that’s the best way to end it, but you’re reconsidering your life choices, and will still end up with Kyujin and her only, for this night alone.
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chaewon's cheating ass needs you for some random reason — by orenji
You granted what Ahyeon wished in the first place, which was cumming inside her cunt.
“God, thank you, daddy, fuck, that was—” You shut her up with a long, passionate kiss on her lips, humming from your actions as you stay lodged inside her snugness, and it was euphoric as she thought it would be.
“You did amazing, princess.” Your words emanate that familiar pink blush on her cheeks, and that alone made you feel butterflies and genuine love rather than just entirely being horny.
It’s the best of both worlds, and the day is just getting started.
It was barely the end of noon time and you felt like you were here for a whole day—maybe hours of sex, making out and talking with Ahyeon equates into defining the flow of time. Even with the snugness of her velvety walls hugging you tight, you don’t consider pulling out yet and continue kissing her, peppering her collarbones and her neck where she’s more sensitive, earning moans of approval out of her as she urges for more. Eventually, you pull yourself out of her filled cunt, letting the sight of the achievement you’ve done be etched in your brain for eons to come. You marvel with the mess she has been on the bed, her sinful, toned body laid down and used and your cum leaking out is just perfection, not to mention her tight top that was ruined with how rough the both of you eventually became.
“Did I do too much, princess? You good?” Your questions begs an answer out of her lips, seeking thoughtfulness in the midst of evident roughness that unfolded just minutes ago.
“No, I’m fine, daddy—wanted it like that. Wanted you to give me a birthday creampie, even if it’s pretty late.” Ahyeon laughs through her apparent exasperation, clinging onto your arms to pull you into another passionate kiss which you are eager to reciprocate. You respond pretty hungrily, tongues dancing whenever they get the chance as you eventually pull out again, wanting to start the day onto something productive.
“Wanna help you clean up and get us some food, princess? What’d you think?” She has never nodded so fast before, eager to do such aftercare after you’ve wrecked her sinful hole.
“Gotta help me in the shower, daddy…”
“I will, princess. Don’t worry.”
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You always love doing this, even with Asa or them together—nothing beats taking a shower with them, even though what might happen will equate to something filthy or wholesome.
“Did you text Asa, daddy? Is she going to come?”
“Not yet, princess.” You soap her back, and her toned, slim waist as you stare at her doe eyes. “Can’t do that when you’ve rode me and wanted to have sex with me right after you’ve blown me.”
Ahyeon pouts and chuckles right after, that beaming smile emanating her positivity despite the tease underlying beneath it. “Aw, but you loved it, right, daddy?”
You kiss Ahyeon’s forehead, tucking her hair behind her ear as you stare at her eyes continuously with sincerity as your intention, and no one can break that away from you. “Always, princess—always loved doing that to you. Glad your legs are still working.”
She snuggles her head onto your chest as you can feel her vibrations from her giggles all throughout, then staring up at you with her own genuine intent, mutually like yours. “Would always love to workout and be sturdy for you, daddy.”
She soaps your back with a loofa as you do the same on hers, but with your hands. The running, warm water slightly elevates the experience and lures in a mood where you think she’ll be feeling too. It was inevitable to begin with, not when she’s intentionally finding her hands onto your half-erect shaft and her gestures hinting to rile you up.
The mutual insatiability and sincerity is healthy, and you love it.
“Still can’t get enough? Please, princess—I don’t think I can do this anymore.” You groan right after, reading you like a book as she insists on the first move and you’re not complaining. She strokes you into hardness, her dexterous fingers doing their best as you groan between every stroke, Ahyeon smiling in satisfaction right from the way you reply to her actions.
“Missed you so much, daddy—guess multiple weeks of not meeting you is just hard for me.”
Your hand finds her soaped waist, cupping it as you pull her towards you a little closer, letting your cock nestle between the divot of her thighs, near her dripping pussylips. “It was tough for me too, princess—been so busy and stuff.”
You understand how down bad you’ve made her and the feelings are mutual. Even though you feel like you can't do this anymore, Ahyeon is the pill that keeps you going and that alone fuels you to do more.
“Right now, I am here, princess, and I won’t leave you alone.” You pull her in a tight embrace, feeling her hot body snuggle up yours only lures you to deepen the hug, kissing her shoulder as you do so. “I have the whole week to spend with you. No stress or anything—just you and me.”
Ahyeon curls up that genuine smile of love to you, and that has you swooning even with the suggestive actions she’s doing to you. “It would be fun if Asa’s gonna be here, daddy.”
“Which I would love to spend this whole week too—not let’s clean up for real and I’ll call her, okay?”
“Okay, daddy.” Ahyeon nods as she continues to clean herself in front of you, pushing away from her pussy grinding on your hard shaft, as you clean yourself swiftly too.
You’ll be thoroughly looking forward to how this day will go down, much more about how this week unfolds.
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You let Ahyeon prepare herself with what she does best, maybe surprise yourself with an outfit that turns you on, another makeup combination that riles you up or anything. Meanwhile, you wouldn’t waste your time just watching some reels and doomscrolling, or looking outside the balcony but calling in Asa on the phone.
“You still doing something?” You look back and look at the door where Ahyeon is inside, then avert your attention towards the phone call. “Ahyeon wants you to join her.”
“Not really, baby. Where are the both of you at, though?” Asa’s cheerful tone is evident even behind the phone, looking forward to what you may say right after.
“At my place. Ahyeon was you here, to join us on some—you know, like the usual whenever we’re together.”
“Hah...” Asa chuckles through the phone, knowing what you’re talking about as it piques her interest immediately. “I’d love that always—besides, I am really curious on how Ahyeon has been doing too as soon as she saw you. I pretty much miss her…”
You smile through the phone, finding their friendship cute and can’t wait to tell everything that has happened to the both of you towards Asa. “Oh, you don’t need to tell that, Asa. We did a lot for her birthday and even now—wait, are you outside? Asa…”
You can hear Asa’s audible gasp as she laughs right after. “It was just the TV—go on, continue, please.”
“I mean like, yeah… Tons of blowjobs, princess rode me twice and I came on her face once and in her cunt, finally.”
“Mhm…” Asa is still hooked for what you may say further, teasing you with her unimpressed tone. “What more did you do to her? Finally came inside her, huh?”
“Pretty much, that’s how I’ll summarize everything, haha. Yeah, I mean, she always wants to swallow my cum most of the time or paint it all over her body but since it’s her birthday, it would be great to give her that privilege.”
“God, I can imagine how hot Ahyeon is whenever you’re fucking her good and cumming inside her—she really earned it, I guess. Isn’t it right, babe?”
“Yeah, she did. Even a better girl at behaving than you are, Asa.” Your remarks earns that hiss on the phone from Asa, a little angry from your banter as the spice in her voice is evident.
“Yah! I’ve always been a good girl for you! I will always comply with you and everything!”
“Maybe forty percent of the time. Fifty tops—you know what, you should hurry if you’re going to come. I’ll treat you both to somewhere nice and we’ll do our time together with Ahyeon, alright?”
“Okay, okay…” You can hear the silverware clashing as she prepares herself, ready to come to your place as soon as possible. “See you, babe—love you.”
“Love you too.” And there she hangs up, and the exhilaration within you starts to creep up again, knowing Asa’s going to join the both of you in this monstrosity. Suddenly, when you’re sightseeing in the balcony and metropolis down below, Ahyeon’s voice calls you in the distance as you turn around and see such a hot girl from earlier who is this simple yet endearingly pretty.
“Daddy, do you like it?”
It’s simple, the typical school uniform-esque outfit where she looks splendid of course, undeniably charismatic where it dives down to being hot. There’s just something in the way she delivers what she wears that exudes confidence and compliments her figure well, and that element alone strikes something in you and further makes you fall down your knees for her (mostly in this part, she’s head over heels for you but the feelings are mutual).
“Of course, princess—everything you wear always looks good on you. Are we going to the university or something?” You tease Ahyeon for the umpteenth time, knowing that the semestral break is far from over and knowing that she specifically knows what turns you on.
Yes, the tie invites something special in you, most likely the culprit for a great choking side dish on your main course. Even the short skirt she wears right now alone, perfectly accentuating how well her legs look and her delicious thighs peeking out for you to drool on.
She is basically the epitome of perfection, but then you think that Asa can challenge that.
You anticipate what she will wear but right now, you should spend the next hours somewhere else that is outside of your place.
“So, we’re going out? We’re not just gonna stay here with Asa, daddy?”
“Well, I figured out that I should treat my princesses to some great food and some quality time, no?” You come closer to Ahyeon, grasping her soft hand as you stare at her eyes. “Besides, this week would be a great time to be free from the stress we’ll eventually meet later.”
“Fair point, daddy—that’s so thoughtful and so sweet of you! Thank you so much…” Ahyeon hugs you tightly, head resting against your chest as she looks up at you, feeling shy from her sudden actions which you reassure her with a chuckle.
“Don’t be shy, Ahyeonie—this is only fair, you know? Now, let’s get ourselves ready—wait, I should be the one doing that…” The sudden realization hits you, as Ahyeon faintly giggles from that slight mishap of yours.
“Go ahead, daddy—I’ll be waiting.”
This whole day won’t just dissolve into just some filthy sex even with Asa coming over—after all, you have the whole week with the two to spend with and to cherish each and every moment, no matter how wholesome or filthy it can be.
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You’re brushing your teeth now as Ahyeon calls you, stopping herself from doomscrolling on her phone and asking the question: “Aren’t we gonna wait for Asa, daddy?”
You spit towards the sink, gargling some water as you reply to her with a slight of murmur. “We are, princess—she texted me that she’s going to be here in a minute or two.”
Ahyeon gasps, a little excited from your reply. “Oh? Finally she’s going to be here!”
She fixes herself, comb her hair a little while she does miniature retouches on her makeup as you finish brushing your teeth, gargling some warm water to ease up your feeling. Suddenly as you’re gargling, the doorbell rings loudly, so you spit the water into the sink quickly as you rush towards the door, opening to see the girl you’ve been waiting for (also Ahyeon).
“Babe! Oh, I missed you!” Asa pulls you towards her frame, her lithe figure is pretty surprising in terms of her strength as she hugs you tightly, feeling her warmth finally after weeks and weeks of being away.
“Missed you too, Asa—was this the perfume I gifted you on Christmas?”
“Yeah, it is, babe. Really love the sweet scent of it…” Asa eventually pulls out of your embrace as a familiar girl appears in the distance of Asa’s eyes as it lits up from that sight.
“Ahyeon-ah! You’re here!” The gleaming smile of Asa permeates around the vicinity as she’s happy to see the younger girl and one of her closest friends. “Guess the both of you are waiting for me, hm?”
“Yes, we are, babe—but first, do you wanna drink some water or what? Seems like going towards here was a bit tiring, no?”
Asa scoffs as she reassures you, alternating her attention towards the both of you. “Oh, I don’t need it though but thanks. My friend fetched me all the way here, glad she had some time herself.”
“Well, I’m glad my other princess isn’t too tired…” The name certainly makes Asa blush, an evident rosy hue all across her cheeks. Ahyeon slightly chuckles with your remark though, pretty much agreeing on the pet name you called Asa accurately.
“Come on in, babe—I’ll get other stuff ready and then we’ll get in my car, alright?” Asa nods right after, as she comes in and frantically seizes her hands to hold Ahyeon’s, feeling that sense of comfort.
“You know, I really think the both of you talked your outfits through—you look great though, Asa.”
“Oh thanks, babe.” Asa plants her hand in front of her mouth, a little modest when chuckling and being flustered by your compliments as she averts her attention towards Ahyeon. “Do you think this looks great, Ahyeon-ah?”
“Oh, it does look good on you! Always love the way you style yourself, Asa.” Ahyeon’s a bit shy with her compliments towards the older girl, as you find yourself agreeing because it’s just factual at this point—you always love the way Asa styles herself, a true fashion icon in your eyes. While you swoon over the sight of Asa’s perfect figure and such a great yet simple outfit, you finalize yourself with a few touches and cleaning near the sink, letting the girls wait for you.
“I guess having authority in the university is challenging, no? Still feeling stressed lately, Asa?”
“I mean yeah, a little—” Asa’s gripping the headboard of the couch a little tight, as she vents out some little frustration at her end. “—and they also want me to go higher and be their secretary at the student council? I’m sorry but I can’t really live with that as if the schoolworks weren’t enough to fuck me up—glad this break was necessary.”
“Well, I know someone that can fuck you up…” Ahyeon teases Asa, as the older girl paints that shocked face and Ahyeon in return, just laughs in response.
“Oh my goodness—babe, she’s been too bold ever since the both of you are alone for just a day? Wow, look at you, Ahyeonie~”
You clean and dry your face and arms with a towel, now pretty much ready to go as you further strengthen Asa’s claims. “You don’t need to tell me that, babe—she’s been pretty confident and brave ever since she fulfilled her birthday wish.”
Asa and you chuckles as Ahyeon blushes harder from the words thrown at her. It wasn’t seen as something degrading, but uplifting as Ahyeon is finally becoming bold with you, and even Asa. Not going to lie, seeing this side of Ahyeon more frequently than before is refreshing, and it’s the best in both worlds.
“Bet it felt good, right, Ahyeon-ah?”
“It does…” Ahyeon doesn’t deny it and wears it proudly as it's evident from her face, Asa smirking from how Ahyeon portrays how great it felt, even in the slightest.
“Ok, I’m done, ladies. You girls can just wait in the car. I'll just check on something here, alright?” Their conversations got hindered by you as they rushed towards the car, seeing them off to the distance and their slight dorkiness in their bodies which made you chuckle a little.
You sigh and curl up a smile, excited on how this week may unfold. “Love these girls…”
You really do, and you hope they stay being this lively, easygoing, happy and of course, hot.
That’s pretty explanatory, and you need to rush yourself too because the time is ticking, and it’s ticking fast.
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They’re loud, funny and pretty suggestive—you’re holding the steering wheel for dear life just to get your attention averted towards the road, refraining from distracting yourself from Asa and Ahyeon’s antics, let alone their subtle actions that attract invitation.
“Babe, I swear—the freshmen in the university are more chill than what I ever thought. Maybe the stress of being in authority burns me out but at least I’m making friends, right?” Asa asks you about her slight doubts, consulting you as her eyes are eager, anticipating your answer.
In all honesty, you’re not the best when it comes to giving advice generally but you came to grow as a better person yourself ever since you’ve been tangled up in the polyamorous relationship between Asa and Ahyeon. Your mind state becomes healthier and you come to realize that wisdom comes with experience, being grateful for the little things and becoming socially exposed too with the help of the two really made you who you are today.
“Yeah, baby—as long as the friends you’re making are on the good side, then it’s great!” You multitask between looking at the tracker and swerving over slightly slower cars on the highway, Asa’s voice averting your attention towards her. “Besides, I think you guys will get along well because of how brainrotten these people can be.”
“We’re not brainrotted though, daddy—we just happen to be influenced by what we see on the Internet.” Ahyeon makes a great point, pouting as she chuckles from your remarks.
“Don’t act like you’re not in the loop of these things, babe. Besides, they seem like great people to hang out with.”
“I mean, I’m eventually gonna see these things, babe. Also, probably they are pretty fun to hang with—can’t really think of anything else other than the two of you.” Your smoothness makes them blush and you can just sense it, Asa eliciting an audible ‘wow’ from your flirtatious transition.
You can feel Asa’s habits coming to play yet again, with her hand on your thighs as she talks about how you’re getting smoother with the way you flirt. “I see you, babe—really pulling that, hm?”
“Can’t help it when I’m surrounded by two gorgeous girls.” It is in its utmost truth, and even if it’s most described as another flirtatious attempt, it will be working and truly factual.
“Are we still far away from there, daddy?” Ahyeon leans over to ask you, her eyes focused on you as her patience is running thin, and so is Asa’s, agreeing to Ahyeon’s question.
“Ladies, you can literally see it on the tracker here.” You don’t know if this is intentional just to pluck something in you but you mostly don’t really care, yet for sure, they’re just asking that for validation and to tease you.
“Sometimes, the GPS is pretty inaccurate, babe, y’know?” Asa’s hands find your shoulder, patting on it, then looking at you in an oddly nonchalant manner. “Gotta need to know it from you.”
You roll your eyes knowing the fact that you’re going to comply with their antics yet again. There’s no reason to reject it as it will just further put gasoline to the fire—you should get used to just going to the flow with your two lovely brats.
“We’re near there, like ten minutes tops—just relax yourselves, alright? The both of you will love this.” And they do, not without smiles painting their faces as you sigh deeply, mouthing yourself the words. “I just can't with these girls…”
Definitely you can’t, but you can’t resist them for their grip on you (figuratively and literally) is unparalleled, and that’s the beauty of this relationship.
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Everything went as planned in your head, letting them eat some of their favorite foods, treating them to some bubble milk tea and even letting them earn some stuffed toys in the arcade. This is seriously one of the monumental moments in your life since it’s like once in a blue moon to hang out with the three of you together, and this moment of wholesomeness and romance is at an all-time high.
Yet, the lingering feeling of temptation seeps in because you can’t think straight when both of them are in such great outfits that compliments their figure and those short skirts—it genuinely makes your head dent in the right places, an Achilles’ heel to be exact.
They know what they’re doing and the underlying poison is already taking place.
Here’s maybe how the story goes: let’s just skip to the part where the filthiness starts because it was inevitable in the first place.
The older girl is clever, as her senses are overwhelmed and has this inkling of that familiar feeling within you—she senses how much you wanted her so much you couldn’t contain it anymore once the three of you are alone together yet again.
How could you not feel something so familiar when Asa’s hands are stroking your rock-hard cock, teasing the tip as you distract yourself from focusing on the road ahead.
“I swear to god, babe—I’m gonna crash this car if you keep doing that.” Asa doesn’t seem to budge, not even the slightest. Her tongue envelops the sensitive muscle, flickering against it as the voice of Ahyeon reverberates around your ear, in awe and enabling Asa even more—it doesn’t help you in the slightest but you’re now trapped here, unable to do anything but avert your attention towards driving safely.
“If w-we get pulled over, it’s your damn fault, Asa.”
“At least they get to see how to give head properly.” She continues slurping all over your length, the dark blur down below a mere distraction as you double your efforts on driving safely.
You just hope to god you’re near at your place but it isn’t, and there’s no sugarcoating that. Not to mention, you need to follow the tracker on the screen before the highway you’re familiar with, multitasking yourself and tanking one hell of a distraction that can put you in the gutter.
This is a blessing and curse and nothing around is helping you but yourself.
“No wonder why Ahyeon got addicted to sucking you off, babe—this cock is just delicious in every way.” Asa’s fingers come into play, the utmost stimulation of a new recruit in the battle inside your brain and your sanity. She continued her slow bobs, her immediate slurps and gags an audible sound to test you. You’d grow to adapt in these types of situations, her test a mere challenge at this point as your subtly shaking hands hand on the steering wheel tighter, your senses following the tracker with the best of your precision.
“Fucking hell, baby—slow down, please. I’m gonna crash this fucking car, I’m serious.” Thankfully, your pleas are answered, her pace slowing down a ton as she keeps her tongue busy around your sensitive length, and it doesn’t aid you to the very least.
“Swerving a little, hm, daddy? Asa must’ve been making you feel so good yet so miserable, right?” Fucking right, it’s downright in the abyss of despair and pleasure, wishing you can just pull over and let yourself feel the softness of Asa’s lips and hoe she makes you feel good.
You want to do that—no, you need to do that because you can’t bear driving for almost thirty minutes with Asa giving you a blowjob on the sunset.
You wouldn't tell her that though because telling her that would be digging your grave. Fighting the haywire in you, you gathered the mental capacity to find a spot where you can pull over and let the filthiness commence yet somehow, Asa senses this and pinches your thigh.
“No, baby—pull over and that just proves how much you can’t handle me. You wanna make a show for our princess here, right?” You really do but now, she’s playing with your ego in the name of oral sex, and that enables something in you to prove yourself that you’ll always have the authority no matter what.
Fuck it, you will take her like a champ until the finish line.
You try and maintain your speed to an eighty to ninety, but it’s becoming challenging with further techniques up Asa’s sleeve, inconsistencies evident with the way your body reacts to her actions. You moan slightly, the pleasure running over you a chase towards the edge, feet getting messed up a little once she works her tongue onto your leaking slit repeatedly.
You might just want to be a pussy and do what’s right, because there’s no greater outcome here when the car insurance rings your phone constantly because of what may happen.
Asa averts her attention towards the tracker, then looks on your face, knowing something is up on you. “Changing routes, are we, hm, babe?”
For the past fourteen months, Asa grew enough to read you like a book, ultimately knowing when you’re at your lowest or when you’re desperate for something. At your end, it’s getting there because sometimes, she can be unpredictable and a great example is what unfolds right at this moment: Asa sloppily blowing you in the car while you’re driving at your utmost best while Ahyeon records everything.
The scene is depraved and you wish you could just close your eyes and savor every second but you can’t do that. Not when you’re on a highway, little-to-no traffic and desperate to find somewhere to stop and let her do her expertise.
“Pulling over to feel my mouth better, baby? Looks like I got you real fucking good.” It’s salacious and it’s perfect, downright abysmal as she plays with your cock to torture you, swerving a little in response as she keeps herself occupied
“Yeah—fucking brat can’t contain herself and wants to suck me off w-while—shit, I’m in a middle of the road driving. How can I even deny that?” You hiss at her, but those words fall deaf to her ears as she gives you head consistently in terms of quality and pleasure.
“I guess daddy will cum before he pulls over somewhere.” Ahyeon’s laughter comes right after, her sinister side enabling you and her teases primarily to edge you closer. How can you not? Not when Ahyeon’s honey voice tingles you as she says profanities and Asa’s really bad business on your shaft—it’s just absurd at this point, perfectly filthy.
Finally, some light sheds in the distance (figuratively), pretty much an indication on where you can stop and let Asa do her thing to the fullest, not worrying about crashing such a treasured car of yours.
“No, keep both hands on the steering wheel, babe—I will stop if you do that again.” Asa’s way of words just riles you up even more, letting yourself be focused and your hands gripping the wheel with a white knuckle.
A part of you dearly wants to do that and stop Asa and her blowjob right now, so you can still store everything and to come home as soon as possible without the concern of risks. But then, you don’t want to hinder her advances, not when she enabled you so much that you need to erupt in her mouth and the gratification you’re currently experiencing urges you to take everything and indulge in the pleasure.
An abrupt turn and just a few meters ahead, you accelerate faster than usual, sending Asa to do her wonders on you with more effort and Ahyeon’s remarks now including your dive into submission.
“Daddy’s really fucked up right now, oh my god.” Ahyeon looks over, still holding her phone and recording every obscene second and calling the older girl’s attention. “Asa, if you continue that, he may cum before even stopping.”
“That’s the point, Ahyeon-ah.” Asa eventually slows down her strokes on your cock, as that raises an eyebrow on you but is still focused on what you should do. “But then, a load on my mouth right here would be a waste.”
“What are you—” Asa is there to cut you off, groaning as she squeezes your cock for good measure, and averts her attention towards you, eyes focused and lips curling up a smirk. You’ve technically came a little, a drizzle evident onto your slit as you catch your breath due to the adrenaline she gave you.
“Sorry, babe—don’t get me wrong, I’d love to taste your load but not here.” Asa then leans over, whispering in your ear as you anticipate what words may come out of her mouth. “Would love it either inside or on us two when we get home.”
Diabolical. Gutted but you’re patient but you despise that.
“I fucking hate you, Asa—god, now what? Wasted time on finding a different route…”
Asa looks at you, pouting cutely as if nothing obscene happened like a few seconds ago. “Get us home, pretty please, babe?”
You roll your eyes as Asa helps you on dressing your mess of a bottom half, as Asa reassures, “Don’t worry, it will be fun when we get home.”
“It will be, daddy—like so much more fun.” Ahyeon seconds the motion, ultimately convincing you that what unfolds later will be up to your liking.
Maybe it was for the best, because right now, you’re fucked up beyond comparison.
Oh, how can these girls spiral you into an utter mess…
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The familiar road now gives you a sigh of relief, as the girls keep their conversations hooked as you eavesdrop. When the final turn towards your place happens, they’re thrilled to be finally home and you’re just glad you didn’t crash the car onto somewhere and something—you’re probably not doing that again with a psychotically horny Asa next time, but then, you loved the thrill.
Gone are the honorifics and the foreplay, because as soon as the three of you stepped in your place and Ahyeon locked the door shut, the magic happened.
“Have your way with her, daddy—would do something for the meantime…”
“Better come back, princess.” You remind her and Ahyeon nods, skedaddling out and minding her own business—you’d be interested in what she may introduce the both of you as she comes back, but for now, your attention is focused only for Asa.
“Missed me, babe?” You keep yourself attended, kissing her neck as she moans in response. “Oh you really fucking do—god, keep doing that, babe.”
You don’t need to talk when every movement elicits the very best of moans out of her mouth. You keep marking her, even licking as being depraved from a girl you yearn for reduces you into this animalistic stance, and you're hungry for her.
“Please, kiss me, baby—” So did you, cutting her out and letting your lips crash onto hers immediately. Hearing those words of need must equate onto something that lies within compliance, fulfilling what she needs as you deepen the kiss, tongues tangled.
Oh, let’s state the fact right now: you have no complaints nor qualms whenever making out with Ahyeon, but Asa is just in a different game.
Asa finds your tongue with her lips, sucking on it as she bobs her head up and down right after, letting the sensation of her lips be savored by you. Your lips aren't idle though, kissing her all throughout this mess as you match her advances. Her tongue eventually finds yours, alternating within the bobs on your tongue and dancing the muscles in between as you moan all throughout, and her hums vocal against your mouth.
It was thirty seconds of such sight of need, showcasing how much the deprivation caused her to do and you love it. You never pulled out of the kiss, eagerly reciprocating whatever she does as you held her waist gently, then pinning her against the wall. You pull out eventually, depleted of oxygen and expressing how much you really did miss her. “God, I really fucking missed you, baby.”
Asa smiles as she looks up at you with that mischievous smirk, seductively turning you on as both your hands rest against her tiny waist. “Then why aren’t we fucking yet?”
“Because I need to taste you first.” It wasn’t long before you initiated another torrid kiss, yet this time, you bit on her lip a little rough but not enough to make a bruise, a little hiss coming from her mouth from the miniscule pain you’ve inflicted. It was all hot and sloppy, feeling each other’s drool and need on each passing second, now getting a little harsh with the way you act by pressing her midriff tighter as she does the same on the hem of your shirt. It was another thirty seconds of carnal kissing until you pull out of her lips’ embrace, ready to take what’s yours and to claim what you’ve been depraved off.
“Gonna eat your pussy.” You kneel down as Asa bites her lip, locking her eyes onto you as her hands stay idle on her hips. “Ahyeon would know how much of a slut you are whenever I eat you out.”
It is true, because whenever you take control and weaken her, she would eventually submit. “Then let her watch, after all, we’re going to be crazy until the sun rises.”
“Actual freak.”
She is and so are you, and now, you’re diving into her cunt.
You pull down her panties and off to her ankles it goes, as your fingers swipe familiar strokes that makes her breath shudder and knees buckle. You always love teasing her like this because of how sensitive she gets when you touch her like this. She bites her lip, eliciting the sultriest moans as you keep two digits in her tightness, feeling her wetness envelop your dexterous fingers.
“Hold your skirt for me please, babe.” She keeps it on her waist, hiked up as she shudders with the way you deal with her. Asa is in fucking need of your mouth on her dripping cunt, but then you’ll always have that one virtue in you, even in sex.
“Please—just f-fucking eat me already.”
“Patience, babe.” Your fingers keep that steady pace, moving consistently as you hear a thud on the wall, her head resting against it as she moans your name. “My mouth will devour this delicious cunt, okay?”
Your eyes find her vulnerable state, as Asa looks down and nodded, fully trusting you.
It’s just beautiful to see the girl earlier teasing you and challenging you in a near-accident inducing situation could be reduced to such a whimpering, needy mess—that image will always be in your head, especially when she’s ruined and yearning for you.
You tease her clit then plunge in and thrust your fingers, making sure she’s in that state where she’ll just crumble down but not enough. She keeps herself steady, and even with just your fingers, she’s almost reeling and giving in.
“It’s just your fingers, babe—oh my fucking god.” Asa is whimpering, wanton cries blessing your ears as she indulges with the pleasure. “It’s j-just your fucking fingers…”
“I’ll eat you out now, okay?”
Before diving in, you look onto the corner to see if Ahyeon’s there to watch yet there weren’t any signs of her presence just yet—you don’t mind it even when she’s secretly eavesdropping the filthiness that is currently taking place, you’d always love to provide a great show for your audience.
And so you did, tongue in her cunt and she convulses.
“Fuck, babe!” Asa screams, hissing as your tongue keeps her lower half in a challenge of sturdiness, possibly pliant as her knees shake. She’s already wet to the point that you definitely want to get up, turned her around and fuck her harshly, but then you’ll be a hypocrite. Discipline is within you still even such an insane sight, keeping yourself occupied with the way you eat her cunt and a man of your words.
“Please—eugh, p-please keep doing that.” She chokes on her own spit, moaning repeatedly as your tongue swipes onto her leaking slit, your other digit thrusting in her pussy. You test her limits even with just your mouth on her cunt and possibly, you can feel how much of a mess she’s making and how she’s nearing that epic high.
You won’t even give Asa a respite, not even a second because she’s practically cumming on your fingers with how she’s forming rivulets of her nectar on it.
“Plea—I’m gonna cum, babe!” Asa’s gripping the hem of skirt with a vice grip, maybe even near tearing it as you keep her steady, hands grasping her moderately proportionate backside. You eat her with utmost will to make her climax, thrusting your tongue onto her walls as she lets out a carnal scream of pleasure.
Asa cums, and it’s beautiful.
She spurts onto your face as you keep fucking your tongue against her slit, repeatedly caressing her ass as you reassure her. Her climax possibly lasted for at least fifteen seconds, in which you took your time to devour her at utmost desire and it never had felt so good for the both of you.
“Messy.” You lick all over the vicinity of your lips, tasting her juices as you hum in delight, exchanging glances with her as she breathes heavily and recovering from her intense orgasm.
“Yes she is, daddy.” Out of nowhere, her familiar resonates around your ear and your attention towards the younger girl.
God, she managed to look more stunning and genuinely ruinable—a set of twintails, top tied on her back to expose that slutty, toned midriff of hers and little changes on her makeup.
This is literally heaven and hell, and the balance is always great.
“God, you ate me so good, babe.” Asa looks down at you, beads of sweat on her neck as she smiles with your filthy advances crumbling her down into submission despite standing still. “We would love to return the favor.”
“Badly, daddy.” Ahyeon finishes it, and so, the younger girl deftly goes towards you as you stand up and let Asa get herself back in her senses. Asa and yourself can’t take off both your eyes on Ahyeon when she’s looking like this sizzling hot and a snack—genuinely, Asa is on par with Ahyeon’s hotness or even exceeding hers yet there something with Ahyeon that has been putting your brain circuits in a haywire.
“You like my little improvement, daddy? Bet that dick of yours is so hard from eating Asa out.” Ahyeon knows and it’s true, because you’re leaking a little from your underwear after seeing Asa cream that hard onto your face. Of course, her former questions have the most obvious answer known to date: Yes, princess. You look stunning.
That earned a smile from her face as Asa wouldn’t fall behind and let your attention be solely focused on Ahyeon immediately, as she pulls out the weapon of mass destruction (let’s just visualize the fact of those tiny bombs in your brain whenever you see this bit of Asa).
She raised her brown top a little and unbuttoned the bottom-half of the white long sleeve underneath, averting your attention towards Asa as she seduces you with the way she strips herself even in the miniscule bit.
Both of them will be the death of you, that alone you swore to the heavens above.
“Relax, babe—we’re going to take care of you so good, right, princess?”
“Yes, Ahyeon-ah—we’ll make you cum so much, daddy~” That alone is the epitome of an invitation of filth and you’re lured in, head first (pun intended).
As bright as their smiles and their personalities are, so are their brains, clearly eager to undress you hastily. Ahyeon works on your belt as Asa works onto your zipper and your pants, tugging them down to allow them to be a step closer to their grand prize. They eventually see it, a familiar wet spot on your boxers as Asa’s finger teases the leaking tip, making you groan a little as the sight below is something you always love to see.
“You’re leaking already, babe? My cunt must’ve been too much for you…”
“Yeah, baby—it is.” Ahyeon now joins the fun, tugging onto the hem of your underwear as the older girl further teases you. “Now fucking blow me, you two, alright?”
“Patience, baby.” Of course, Asa made you swallow your own words against her awhile ago but you’re not complaining—pretty much that’s your dogma, even in these situations. You relish on the sight of them playing on your clothed crotch for a little while, your hands finding their dark-colored locks and caressing it. It wasn’t too long before they couldn't take it anymore and were eager to finish what Asa started an hour ago, alongside Ahyeon.
Asa tugs your boxers down, and they are met with their favorite monster yet again. There wasn't any cheeky foreplay to tell you to get ready or anything, because eventually you will brace yourself with two girls pleasuring you on their absolute power. They spit on your hardened shaft, letting their hand spread their drool all over your length as their tongues tease your slit, tasting your precum.
“Missed sucking your cock, babe.” Asa eventually takes over your sensitive tip impatiently, dancing her tongue all over the edge of the mushroom tip as Ahyeon cups your balls, feeling how full it must have been after all of the stimulation that happened. “You always leak so much—fucking love it.”
Asa dives in deeper, going almost halfway on your rod as Ahyeon averts her attention towards your globes, licking onto it as she squeezes on it gently which earns faint groans out of it. The sight down below is downright pornographic and the best it has ever been because it’s not like everyday two beautiful, hot girls get to blow you eagerly.
“Feels so full, daddy—can’t wait to drain them…” Ahyeon licks the base of your cock right after, fondling your balls as Asa further advances herself onto your length, bobbing her head up and down. Asa eventually finds your hand and directs it towards her dark locks, letting you caress it and tug even just to let you be comfortable.
“Would love to drain them, babe.” Asa bobs continuously, not before pulling out with saliva a mess on her mouth, her eyes in contact with yours. “But whose throat will receive it, do you think?”
“We’ll see.” That’s what you articulated, and you’re clearly anticipating how this unfolds further. In a relentless manner, Asa dances her tongue on your drool-sheathed tip, slurping on it as she teases every possible inch she can occupy, meanwhile Ahyeon just steadily strokes your base and keeps you in check. Asa isn’t really selfish even though she needs you as much as you need her, and let Ahyeon take the spotlight, now the suckling onto your balls eagerly.
Now, the younger girl is taking your length halfway as Asa averts her attention towards your balls.
Ahyeon keeps her space moderate against your length, running her tongue against the familiar places she mapped earlier this morning, but not without little gags which she fights, determined to let you know that she can take a good cock like Asa. Here’s the problem and the harsh truth: Ahyeon is still nowhere near the lengths of how Asa can do it, but you’re eager to say that Ahyeon is a natural and learning fast.
Also, let’s not forget to mention those blowjob eyes in contact with yours whenever you look down, the best amongst the bunch and maybe that’s her advantage against Asa.
In all honesty, you shouldn’t really be comparing the two and just savor the work they’re doing all over you. You’re eventually in that trance, feeling their mouth and their hands pleasure you into no-return, amplifying the gratification you’re experiencing as both of your hands caress their hair and tug on it, a leverage to fight the pleasure.
“Fuck, it’s always so delicious, daddy—sucking your cock is so addicting, no wonder why Asa always gets to blow you every week when she gets the chance.” Her words surprised you and Asa, but Asa just hums on your balls as she playfully hits Ahyeon, the younger girl smiling throughout the mouthful of cock.
“You c-can’t blame me, Ahyeon—” She certainly won’t, because Ahyeon is devouring your cock like she can’t have it anymore, pushing more into her throat as her bobs becomes more consistently messy, drool seeping out of her mouth as Asa watches the younger girl act her needs. “—look at your fucking slobbering all over his cock like a needy slut.”
Ahyeon whimpers as Asa’s degrading words seem to click something in her, and all you can do is listen and watch it all unfold. Asa doesn’t just play with you, but also multitasks herself, finding Ahyeon’s clothed cunt already dripping and she teases her because of it.
“Already so wet just by sucking his cock—what a needy, cockhungry slut you are, Ahyeon.” Asa sets Ahyeon’s panties and lets her fingers pleasure the younger girl's snug cunt, letting Ahyeon moan over your sensitive head.
You can feel the vibrations all over your length as she moans with the pleasure inside her cunt, and Asa’s relentless with it, fingering Ahyeon and even going far as to threatening her if she doesn’t keep her pace on you. “He won’t fuck you if you pull out of that cock—keep sucking him off for me, Ahyeon.”
Ahyeon does, only withdrawing with the tip inside and almost taking you in entirety, and it’s an action repeated several times. Asa does her final finishing touches on your balls, leaving it slimed with her drool as she stands up and looks at you, inviting you into another torrid kiss. The both of you share the same intimacy minutes ago, tongues dancing and lips hungry for each other meanwhile Ahyeon advances herself onto your cock even more, and it’s sloppier than before.
Ahyeon slurps on your length, hungry for more as she tries to take you all in but her gag reflexes tests her and she’s taking you like a champ. She would eventually pull out, swirl her tongue all over you which makes you moan against Asa’s mouth, and the older girl smiles as you do.
“Love tasting yourself, babe?” Asa asks, her stare piercing through you as she anticipates an answer out of your lips.
“Pretty weird but… but it’s you, so I’ll let it slide.”
It’s totally peculiar, but Asa can take you to lengths unimaginable for she is insatiable and the one that can defy your limits in the leagues of sex. The both of you share a chuckle right after, indulging onto another ephemeral kiss before Ahyeon’s squelching noises distracts the both of you, and Asa clearly knows what to do to further test Ahyeon herself.
“Not gonna join our princess, baby?”
“Would love to, but…” Ahyeon pops out, looking at Asa’s finger tracing her cheeks, black trails of her mascara evident as she finds the back of Ahyeon’s head and caresses it. “...wouldn’t it be great to see our princess test how she can handle us both?”
Fuck, that’s a different side of Asa you love to see.
She always has this dynamic in her and you love the duality, especially when it’s people she’s extremely comfortable with. It just doesn’t end or limit herself onto just verbal and physical control or submission, but also external tangible items that can elevate the experience from both parties. Even with that, it seems like she’ll do it the old-fashioned way and you’d be here for a show as you nodded after her question.
“Open your mouth, princess. Then, just continue what you’re doing.” Oh yes, the pet names too, she does that to a certain extent.
Asa’s hands tug Ahyeon’s head firmly, feeling Ahyeon bob and move with a moderate rhythm which Asa observes to be just right for a girl like her. Your hand finds Ahyeon’s dark locks and Asa’s tiny waist, until Asa herself stops you, wanting to do something which you are all ears with. “Your hands, babe. On your back, please.”
You do comply, not without another peck on her lips as you watch how Asa treats Ahyeon, letting her hand push Ahyeon further on your cock and lodging it all the way, without respite. The play of asphyxiation comes over Ahyeon’s senses, as she regulates her breath as time goes by, Asa not even hesitant to pull out and testing her limits.
Asa doesn’t care if Ahyeon gags or what because she’s in control, the utter dominance letting you marvel at the sight and moaning with the way Ahyeon is taking you all the way in. Asa keeps her firm grip on Ahyeon’s head as her lips meet the base of your cock, and that sight alone earns approval from the older girl.
“Keep it all the way in, princess—god, you’re taking him so well.” Asa caresses Ahyeon’s hair, a cheerful tone emanating around the room as she commends Ahyeon.
“Keep staring at him—I know our daddy loves a beautiful girl staring at his eyes while she takes his cock like a needy slut.” The dynamic is evident, and Asa’s tone switches makes you throb—her dirty talks are immaculate, and that’s a given—and so is Ahyeon’s throat warming your cock.
“Which happens to be you, princess.” You’re going to fucking lose it.
Asa eventually pulls Ahyeon out of such a carnal deepthroating session, strings of saliva a mess on your cock and on Ahyeon’s chin, mouth and even her top. Ahyeon catches her breath and smiles at both of you, satisfied that she’s training to tame her gag reflex and the hotness of taking you all the way in.
“God, I-I—” Ahyeon is still catching her breath, all while you lift her chin up and place a finger on her mouth, feeling those soft lips and skin on your digits. Ahyeon sucks on it intimately, possibly making out on it as the lewd sight keeps the ambiance in such a hot mood.
“Speak up for him, princess—speak what you wanna say for our daddy.”
“T-that—that was r-really good. Fuck, I l-love it.”
“What do you love, princess?” Asa questions her, still not satisfied with a poorly articulated experience.
“Love sucking daddy’s c-cock off, love the w-way you push me in—love the way it made me wet…” She isn’t lying, all are factual (not to boost your ego, she really loves your cock in her mouth now) and the both of you seem to have a glimpse of the aftermath of such a filthy experience.
“Baby, she’s so fucking wet, look at her.” You avert Asa’s attention over Ahyeon’s wet spot on the skirt and when the older girl helps her get up, she wants to feel and see it for herself.
“May I?” Asa asks and Ahyeon nods without hesitation, moaning against Asa as Ahyeon’s hands find Asa’s waist and shoulders, holding onto the older girl’s body as she fingers Ahyeon’s wet cunt.
“You are really soaked, princess—I think I know what she wants, babe.”
You raise an eyebrow, still resting against the wall semi-uncomfortably and grunting. “What is it? To fuck her cunt, I suppose?”
Asa smiles as she averts her attention towards the crumbling Ahyeon, who’s face is perfectly disheveled and gleaming that smile that signifies that you’re pretty much checking the boxes here.
“Come on, Ahyeonie—say what you want him to do to you.”
Ahyeon eventually lets go of her embrace on Asa, as she bites her lip and musters up the courage to really tell you what she wants (maybe, in more detail). “Want you to fuck me silly, daddy.”
You eventually push out of the uncomfortable position you’re in, walking inches towards Ahyeon as you cup her cheek. “And what, princess? Gotta be more than that.”
“Once we get in the bedroom, daddy.” You nod as you respect Ahyeon’s ways of dirty talk, and so is Asa, and even agreeing to her as she’s wondering why the three of you are still in the hallway doing such filth.
Then, there weren’t any questions asked further as all the three of you went to the bedroom, preferably yours as Asa suggested.
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Sure, not finishing on their throats is pretty criminal for all of the edging they did on this day because genuinely, you’re dying to cum to them.
Maybe this is a blessing in disguise, because right now, Ahyeon’s frame is just inches away from your touch.
There wasn't anything to say further as you sat comfortably at your chair, letting Ahyeon straddle onto your laps as your shaft brushes against her clothed crotch. “Say it now, princess.”
“Want you to fuck me, daddy—right in my cunt, please…” Ahyeon is begging with how she looks at you, but Asa and you aren’t satisfied with her answer, because the both of you know she wants to say everything you want to do to her with no restrictions.
“Use your words, princess.” The older girl asks her, then finds her glistening cunt, teasing it as she pushes her frame closer to yours, your length leaking and messing up her skirt.
“W-want daddy to fuck me from behind, r-roughly…” Ahyeon grinds onto your cock, as you moan when she does so, encouraging her to continue her debauched words of needs with your hands caressing her shapely ass.
“And?”
“And spank m-me harshly, pull my h-hair, kiss my body a-and—” Ahyeon is shivering as Asa tests her further, fingering her in a relentless pace as you hold her on her hips, letting her voice out what she wants further, in detail.
“And what, princess?”
“Cum in me—”
“What?” Asa pinches Asa’s shoulders as she paints that cocky smug on her, thinking that Ahyeon doesn’t deserve a load in her cunt another time, at least she hasn’t earned it (let’s add “yet” on your end). “I don’t think you haven’t earned that, princess.”
“Hey now, babe.” You glare onto Asa as the older girl pouts, then return your attention towards Ahyeon which you keep in check, legs still straddling you as you play with her tits against the fabric. “Princess, I want you to get up, bend over the bed and put your hands behind your back, is that clear for daddy?”
Ahyeon bites her lip, nodding as she follows. “Yes, daddy—want you in me so bad.”
Ahyeon hastily gets up and out of your embrace, Asa watching everything unfold as you follow Ahyeon right after.
“Guess she’s gonna take you well, no, babe?”
“We’ll see.” You chat with Asa for a little while, then marvel at the sight of Ahyeon’s perfect figure as every inch feels unreal. “After all, she rode me pretty good yesterday.”
That’s what Asa loves to hear—she caresses Ahyeon’s cheek for reassurance, because the both of them know what’s about to let loose.
“Don’t worry princess, he’ll start slow for you, okay?” Ahyeon nods as you line your throbbing cock onto her leaking slit, grasping her hips as a leverage and god, she’s beautiful whenever she’s vulnerable. Asa deftly finds some rope to tie against Ahyeon’s wrists, fulfilling what has to be done.
“Too tight, princess?”
“No, it’s just right—please f-fuck me already…” Ahyeon is needy to the core, and there’s no second to waste because you’ve been wanting to invade her tight cunt and her flawless and ruined figure bent over serves as an invitation.
You stroke yourself a little while and then push into her and god, she feels immaculate, snug walls hugging every inch you insert sends a frenzy into you. Ahyeon whimpers uncontrollably as you pull out then tease her, even muffling her moans onto the mattress, and that alone paints a smile on your face. You didn’t really want to deprive her of any euphoria, so you eventually inserted your length inside her tightness yet again and produced a pace leisurely enough for her to get accustomed to you.
“You love daddy’s cock pummeling your pussy, princess?” Asa’s words make Ahyeon grunt, and as the younger girl is about to talk, she pulls her into a kiss, supporting her vulnerable frame with her strength, exchanging pecks and tasting each other so eagerly.
“Can taste his dick all over you, princess.”
Ahyeon gasps, painting such a lewd sight with how your cock piston against her cunt. “S-same thing—oh g-god, daddy’s so big!”
“Take her well for me, princess.” Ahyeon will do it, because she’s been built and trained to be treated as one and she’ll proudly show Asa that she can take you as well as her.
Plethora of honeyed moans fill the air and bless your ears, as you hold against her hips, ensuring a better pace to elevate the experience. You eventually command Ahyeon to lift her hips up and she does so, wanting to get rid of the piece of clothing that’s just becoming a nuisance at this point. The skirt in on the floor and utterly useless, and you didn’t care much because all you need is too wreak havoc in her pussy and let her know how much you love fucking her until incoherence.
Ahyeon’s wrists wrestle against the binds behind her back, forming fists and even more as your hands find the rope, pulling onto it as a leverage to test her. Her hands seem to magnetize onto your touch, feeling your touch with what she can do as the pace gets rougher, and are you, spanking her mounted-up backside, determined to mark what’s your red.
“God, this cunt—love fucking this cunt of yours.” Ahyeon can just muffle her moans and form bracing fists on every thrust that rocks her world, as Asa averts her attention towards you, who’s occupied with bliss and the tightness of Ahyeon’s heavenly pussy.
“How does it feel fucking her tight cunt, hm? Make you wanna cum again inside her? Let it leak on the sheets after you feel out, babe?” Jesus, Asa’s words really ignites something in you and on the bright side, she’s pretty much right, answering her own questions.
“Fuck yes—don’t worry, baby, I’ve been planning to cum inside your cunts today.” You groan as you speak your prophecy, caressing Ahyeon’s back against the clothing as your hips muster the same, harsh velocity.
“And Ahyeon’s going to get two loads? Sounds pretty unfair to me, babe.” Asa rolls her eyes as she diverts her attention towards the younger girl, pinching her ass with that rosy hue, and caressing it as she likes the debauched sight.
“Asa, babe—trust me, I’m filling you up—” Asa silences you with a torrid kiss, sloppy and measured exactly to be as long as you need to be. She pulls out, biting on your lip a little as she scans every inch of your face, painting that sincere smile of want and love.
“Of course you’ll fill me up, babe—” Asa then grasps Ahyeon’s tied wrist then runs her fingers onto the younger girl’s cheek, lifting her chin up and making that eye contact. “—but make sure you’re filling me up real good like what our princess will take…”
That you’ll promise, wholeheartedly.
Of course, you wanted to see more of Ahyeon and even with her immobile state, she tends to ease herself to show you more, Asa helping a lot as she unbuttons and lifts up the younger girl’s top, exposing that white bra and her slender back in full view. You knead her buttcheeks while they’re occupied, as Ahyeon’s plethora of needy moans advances to borderline screams every time it hits that right spot in her cunt.
“Daddy—f-fuck, I can’t h-hold much longer…” She can’t, and with her constant constrictions and her pussy getting tighter and wetter (you genuinely will need new bedsheets after you’re done with the two), it’s impossible not to tell that she isn’t close. You’re not going to punish her or anything and let herself ride it out, and Asa’s slutty mouth just makes Ahyeon’s brain go haywire, dirty talk doing wonders and altering her brain chemistry.
Her calls of your name, whimpers and the way she convulses invites you to even test against her limits, pistoning repeatedly onto the point of total domination and incoherence, and she welcomes each rough thrust against her tight pussy. You know Ahyeon can’t hold it for any longer than approximately fifteen seconds (that’s a rough estimate) so you need everything in your power overstimulate her in such a short amount of time—fingering her clit, teasing her rim, spanking her butt and even teasing her tits against the fabric.
Asa teases you, a devil talking behind your back as her words is enough for you to truly defile Ahyeon. “Fuck her up and make her cum—this sheets wouldn’t matter anymore when they’re full of Ahyeon’s juices, babe.”
Asa bites onto your ear and places kisses on your neck, her heels supporting her figure so she wouldn’t struggle and as she licks a specific spot, her words enable you onto something monstrous. “After you’ve filled her cunt, I’m riding the fuck out of you, babe.”
Ahyeon cums beautifully and you pull out to see your greatest creation, a deflowered mess as fountain of her juices meets your and sheets below (yep, you’re definitely buying new ones).
You let her orgasm ride out, fingering her pussy as she moans when you do so, her sensitivity off the roof as you’re near to your own high thanks to such hot girls enabling you. Asa strokes your Ahyeon-sheathed cock as she pulls you in for a kiss, then wants to see for herself how it is done apart from her. “Cum inside her please, babe.”
“Please, d-daddy—cum i-inside me already…” Of course, Ahyeon begs for it as Asa bobs her head, signalling that you should ful(fill) what’s promised.
So, without any seconds to waste, you insert your length in her again and this time, you’re chasing you’re own high, spiralling towards madness and you bring onslaught of harsh thrusts against Ahyeon, and Asa is just eager to push on the edge as she always do.
“Is daddy c-close? Fuck—please cum in me again, daddy!” Even through a vulnerable state, Ahyeon manages to tilt her head up high just for you to hear what she truly needs. After all, her pussy is molded to the shape of your cock that you can’t manage to pull out and do anything stupid.
After all, she’s too fucking inviting to not pass out on that opportunity.
You erupt euphorically, plugging your entire length inside her cunt as Ahyeon cries in the pleasure and the warmth of your seed, every spurt being deposited inside her velvety walls. As illegal as it sounds, you need to marvel at your own filthy doing as you manage to just unbury your cock out of her pussy, the last spurts being painted on her ass. Ahyeon could only feel your hot cum and it feels criminal and lacking as she didn’t see how beautiful you came yet the trade off was great in all terms—a load inside her cunt is just the perfect way to end the session.
Asa reaches for your cock, groaning as she strokes you furiously, not giving a damn about how sensitive you are, wringing out every drop that you can deposit. “God, look at what you’ve done, babe.”
Asa marvels at the disheveled mess you made to Ahyeon and that sight alone makes her bite her lip, wanting you to do the same to her—freshly-fucked cunt dripping with your load, top an utter mess, her back drenched with sweat, and her ass painted with your load. The older girl pulls you into another kiss for the umpteenth time, as she manages to get herself occupied on such a filthy note.
“Recover a little, babe.” Asa pushes out of your lips’ embrace, and turns her attention towards the vulnerable girl down the bed, kneeling down and wanting to savor something for herself. “Gonna treat myself to some dessert.”
Ahyeon is getting the grasp of the situation and she elicits that sweet squeal of pleasure as Asa teases her pussylips with her fingers, also measuring the amount of cum dripping out and onto the sheets. “Wow, hope you’re not too drained yet, babe—you really filled her up.”
“Can’t help it—princess is so tight and such a good girl.” You commend Ahyeon on that, and that alone makes the younger girl chuckle and smile.
“Thank y-you, daddy—loved your warm load in my c-cunt—oh fuck, Asa…”
“You really are a greedy princess, are you, hm?” She fingers Ahyeon’s sore lips, scooping a sample of cum as it goes in her mouth, humming soundly as she feels satisfied. “Also, your cum always tastes so good.”
That flutters you, blushing as you keep yourself hooked onto the scene that’s currently unfolding: Asa easting out Ahyeon eagerly. Asa’s tongue swipes over the delicious lips of her cunt, earning moans and whimpers out of Ahyeon as she can’t control her hands, forming fists and possibly bruises for the eagerness to let go onto the knot of the rope. Ahyeon’s lips quiver with the pleasure of overstimulating her, honeyed moans turning into needy whimpers as she voices out how great Asa is eating her out.
These two have a great dynamic even when you’re out and being busy in the university, they would even find ways to hand out and fuck each other and you can see how talented Asa is—her mouth is a wonderful gift alongside her skillful, dexterous fingers.
Asa makes Ahyeon shudder, knees bending and legs kicking a little because of the pleasure she’s coursing through the younger girl’s veins, and that sight alone makes you smile and satisfied.
You stroke Asa’s luscious, black locks, feeling her bob in every second as you cherish her expertise, enabling her as much as she enabled you earlier.
“See how much cum is in there, baby? That’s going to be your cunt later and I know you’ll love it.” Of course, you know she’s always loved your load inside her, but this one feels special because it’s such a nice early birthday treat for her and because of such love that you’ve felt with her that just amplifies for each day you haven’t seen her.
This is just the perfect balance of total filth and genuine love with each other, and that’s the wonder of this polyamorous relationship.
Asa keeps slurping and eating Ahyeon out, lapping all of the cum that she can taste and with Asa herself being too horny to not feel you, she can’t take such deprivation and confessed what she’s feeling right now. Asa stands up and you untie Ahyeon’s binds, and finally, the younger girl can freely move herself and the first thing she does is to grab you by the shirt and stare at your eyes, genuinely thanking you for what you’ve given her on this day.
“Daddy, thank you so much for everything you’ve given me.” Ahyeon pecks your cheek as the both of you exchange laughs, Asa watching over and swooning over the beautiful sight of wholesomeness in the middle of such sinful filth. “Maybe it’s time for Asa’s load—she deserves one too.”
Damn right. After all, you’re dying to fill Asa up since this whole hellhole has let loose. Ever so subtly, the older girl grasps your wrists and slowly pins you down and onto the mattress, letting her frame straddle over you as she removes her heels in an instant and onto the floor, and so is her skirt.
“God, Asa’s really hot, daddy, isn’t she?” You nodded frantically, a rhetorical question at this point as every curve of Asa is perfection and of course, your attention averts towards the inviting piercing on her navel. You tease it as your hands approach her pussy, already glistening in wetness as she grinds you repeatedly.
“Gonna drain you so good, babe—fuck, can’t wait for this to get inside me, fuck.” If she promises that then she will because after all, her figure alone sends you into total hardness again and would gladly deposit every ounce left in your reservoir.
Asa doesn’t tease further, not because she can’t but because she won’t, and your inviting cock is the reason. She does what she’s best at, sinking in deep at your length as her hands press down on your chest for better support, a leverage for the gratifying feeling she’s already experiencing. Her head tilts down, as she bites her lip, every inch overwhelming her to a certain degree yet she fights it, grinding onto you and starting at a leisure pace. She gets herself accustomed to you, bouncing herself up and down as your hands find her hips, grasping on them and supporting her.
“Fuck—babe, you feel so fucking good!” Asa bites her lip as her wetness envelops you, the sounds of squelching and bodies clapping, writing a symphony in your ears. It’s purely melodic, not to mention with the way she moans, eargasmically divine and filthy—it’s just the best amalgamation of sounds a person can probably hear, and it’s turning you on a lot more.
“Fucking tight—always so tight for me, hm, baby?”
“God, yes! You c-can’t blame me, babe—argh, fuck!” Asa keeps slurring, cacophonous sounds ringing your ear as she elevates the pace, eager to deliver mutual amounts of pleasure. It’s just a monumental sight to see Asa’s frame bounce on your cock repeatedly, thighs and her abs flexing every time she does so but there’s one thing that is missing right at this moment.
Asa, as the clever girl she is, notices what’s the anomaly in this situation. “Guess you want to see my tits, no?”
Your hands roam on her slender waist, appreciating every inch as she smiles seductively when you do so, then roaming your hands onto her clothed tits, pulling her tie down to keep her close to you, “I always wanna see your tits, baby—strip for me, please.”
She obliges wholeheartedly, working on your cock as she undresses every fabric on her body that masks her beauty. Everything is flawless, like a well-orchestrated dance as she skillfully removes everything without stopping her body on your length, and that sight alone is seductive enough that it drives you crazy. It’s not like a hot girl like Asa rides you while stripping herself and putting on a show, so you’re grateful with what she can play with because in everything she is able to do, you’re marveling at it most of the time.
“God, Asa, baby—you look so fucking good.” Asa blushes with your compliment, her hands finding your shoulders as she leans down on your frame, initiating a kiss before you absolutely worship such perfection.
“You too, daddy—god y-your cock always feel so good.” Asa keeps her pace, directing your hand on her sizable tits as you fondle them, teasing those taut nipples which earned such beautiful moans out of her.
“Wish daddy could play with my tits like that…” Ahyeon’s faint voice bounces off in the distance, steadily watching the both of you as her fingers play with herself. It must be selfish to ignore her because your mind is clouded with Asa and her only at the moment but as you said, you’re never leaving Ahyeon behind despite the utmost attention Asa has garnered.
Asa continues to ride you as her hand roams around your chest, now averting her attention towards the lonely, needy Ahyeon at the distance. “Come here, princess—I can play with it if you want.”
Ahyeon’s eyes lightened up, piqued at Asa’s proposal as the younger girl finally got rid of such disheveled clothing, hastily going up and straddling at your abdomen, supporting her lithe frame as her ass rests at your torso. It feels illegal to not see the hot figure of Asa grinding on you, seeing how well her pussy hugs you but you wouldn’t complain—after all, there’s not much competition or anything similar, letting them do whatever they want to do because you love them and they needed it too as much as you needed them after all of these weeks.
You run your hands over Ahyeon’s slender, hourglass waist, her toned back flexing every time Asa plays with her is phenomenal, not to mention the moans Ahyeon orchestrates whenever Asa pinches her taut buds, her sensitivity off the roof. You're just imagining how great Asa would look bouncing on your cock at a moderate pace, closing your eyes as you savor every second of her tight cunt enveloping you. You did thrust upwards a little, your strength fighting their weight as Asa shakes with the magnitude of pleasure coursing in every inch of her body, Ahyeon making sure she’s experiencing the utmost elation, playing with her perfect;y-sized mounds as teasing the taut nipple with her fingers.
You can just hear how sloppy they sound apart from the squelching of Asa’s pussy—their lips dancing around, pulling each other’s frame to a sloppy kiss as they battle each other with how their hands pleasure each other. It’s all a perfectly organized discord, their ebullient noises of gratification is making you throb even more and their bodies clashing to each other being a culprit on how pornographic the sight is.
This alone will be etched in your memory, and you fucking love every second of it.
You trace Ahyeon’s sweaty back, every inch of its perfection and up to the curve of her butt which you truly appreciate, earning more muffled moans out of the younger girl. They make out for at least a hot minute which you’re glad to be an audience for despite such an awkward view—either way, you can imagine it in your head and that will suffice.
Even with a certain degree of absolute mayhem between the two, Asa can’t hide the fact that she wants you for herself, being vocal about it as Ahyeon respects it, after all, you’ve had the younger girl for yesterday and earlier with a godly morning blowjob—a great breakfast down her throat is a plus.
“Hope daddy’s not too exhausted yet—the sun has barely set.” It’s pretty amazing how a supposedly innocent girl is so bold with her words, and how she’s acting that she isn’t exhausted herself from the pounding she took earlier. Yet, in all honesty, you really should have more energy stored because you want more from them and you need to be prepared for what they may have in store.
“Guess going to the gym has perks, huh, princess?”
“Guess so, daddy—Asa can vouch.”
Asa struggles to answer, grasping it the second time as the euphoria of your cock repeatedly impaling her cunt takes up a toll on her. “God, y-yes—our cardio’s getting insane, so, I h-hope you can keep up, babe—god, you feel so good!”
Of course you will and will try to, even if it makes you pass out—you’re so down bad for them that you will do anything for them.
Asa’s thighs buckle as her pussy wets onto the vicinity of your cock, the sheets and your hands, which is one of the culprits on how near her euphoric high will be. She seems to get tighter in each minute, which earns more guttural moans from you and that harsher grip on her hips. She’s just riding it out as she’s dangerously near, getting out with the pain you’re inflicting as you hold her frame with your arms, wrapping it on her waist and helping her chase what she needs.
She’s creaming and you’re fucking her through it, truly earth-shattering in each second that passes.
“Fuck, babe!” That was the green light, screaming her orgasmic elation as she buries her head onto your chest, holding her hands as she leaks like a faucet, forming rivulets of her juices on your thighs and the soaked sheets below (it’s not just the sheets, you’re buying a new fucking mattress after this night).
“Good girl, Asa—baby, you’re taking me so well, cum for me—all for me.” That’s your supporting role, stroking her hair and she whimpers against your chest, letting everything out as you keep your pace steady for her to handle. Her hips seems to fuck you still, impaling herself as she chases more of you, her libido in all time high as she needs you to do what you’ve promised her.
You became distracted with the sight of Asa cumming that you never noticed that Ahyeon was out of your sight, possibly in the bathroom preparing something. That sparks a little concern because you know she loves to watch this badly, but there’s nothing to be stressed about when Asa’s velvety walls are practically begging for your load.
“Please cum in me—please c-cum in me, daddy—please fucking do—please…” Asa’s begging for you, enough to fully submit to your control as you can’t resist not doing anything than just spurting it all inside her.
Still with all your might, you switched positions with her which earns a gasp from Asa, getting on top of her as you smirk, letting her know about the final blow she’ll take.
There were no words to amplify the mood or to tease her, but your head is into the task that you’ve become borderline demonic—pounding her tight cunt with a velocity unparalleled, letting herself out of the condescending nature of hers and into submission, which she inevitably does. You keep fucking her until your hips give out, letting her legs wrap around your waist and let herself lock onto you, fulfilling what’s needed to be done as you’re dangerously near.
“Please—inside me, daddy.” Asa’s other hand pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss, now turning into something similar of lovemaking as your other hand supports her ass, fucking her deep and thorough as you’re clouding her mind as much as she’s doing it to yours. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Asa. Love you so much” You pull her into another kiss, Asa eagerly reciprocates as she pulls out, wanting to see your face as you make love to her. “I’m gonna cum in you now.”
That’s a gentle reminder but there’s nothing gentle with the way you’re pounding her—pistoning your hips into overdrive as Asa screams in pleasure, burying her head onto your shoulders as she can feel it.
You’re cumming all over, and it’s filthy and it’s perfect. Every inch of her walls is being painted white, every spurt being fucked deeper and deeper as the two of you entangle into another kiss, the elation converting onto something so spectacular—like, something so surreal.
It was a hot, ephemeral moment of delight, numerous spurts deposited inside her as she tells you how much she’s grateful for this as you tell her the same, making this moment something special and out of the ordinary sex sessions you’ve had with her.
“God, it’s so w-warm, daddy—oh my… That w-was so good…” Asa keeps kissing your lips, then your neck as she smiles ever so slightly, utterly satisfied with what you’ve given her. “Thank you so much for this—I’ve missed this.”
“I did miss this too—thank you for everything, Asa. This was—hah, really great and you took me so well”
Asa blushes with your compliment, then cups your cheeks, painting that longing expression of yearning and love, tearing up as she feels emotional being with you and this close, again. “Please stay like this, daddy—it feels so good.”
You wholeheartedly agree, never wanting to pull out as the feeling was paramount, walking on cloud nine. “I will, even with just a little while, love.”
Asa smiles with that, pecking onto her lips again and eager for another exchange, repeatedly murmuring how much you’ve missed each other as both your lips satiate each other’s hunger for each other that never ends. The both of you chuckle when you pull out of her lips’ embrace, as a familiar voice calls the both of you in the distance.
“Two lovebirds! I’m still here!” Ahyeon playfully crashes the party, both of your faces averting towards her as Asa laughs at you and rests her head onto your shoulder.
“Sorry, princess—got lost there because of Asa. She really wanted me to cum deep in her so much that she became too submissive.”
Asa glares at you satirically, you laughing in response because of the face she made as you pull out of her snug pussy, earning a whine from her but she’s ultimately understanding why—as much as you want to keep it all inside her, you won’t keep yourself buried for long as the three of you will be occupied to do something else.
“Yah, I wasn’t that subby though—just loved it all inside me, that’s all.” Asa denying is just so adorable that you can’t help but stare so lovingly at her again, meanwhile Ahyeon was not buying that excuse of Asa, which Asa takes as something that is considered to be annoying.
“Pfft, whatever.” Asa rolls her eyes on Ahyeon, making sure she sees it as you chuckle with their dynamic.
“Guess we’re going for a round three, daddy?”
This girl is just insane, the both of them really are (in a good way). As much as you wanna do another one, you think to yourself that you need some time to recover and possibly, clean up the mess the three of you made to your own bodies.
“Okay, can we just clean up ourselves first, no?”
Asa feels like this is a call of something else, because what good would that do if the three of you are still going to indulge in filth yet again. “Won’t that be too worthless? We’re gonna get dirty anyways if—”
“Please, Asa?” You’re pleading and that side of yours is baffling as Asa likes it and Ahyeon, giggling and biting her lip, a bystander on what’s going to unfold. “Everything’s going to be better when you’re neat, duh.”
Well, you have a point and Ahyeon’s quick to notice that, letting you know that she’ll fire up the bathtub as Asa looks at you, sitting next to you on the bed. “We’re going to get ourselves clean, okay, babe? We’re not fucking there…”
You nodded, promising that as you sigh deeply, feeling satisfied for what just happened. You may break what you’ve promised but one thing’s for sure: both of your girls will love you for whatever you do.
Get ourselves clean, alright—that’s the right headspace, genuinely
Yet, your mind is clouded with another thought.
It wouldn’t hurt to try something, right?
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Yeah, you lied. Nothing surprising, in all honesty.
That thought was inevitable and bound to happen, as you gave them a nice, warm facial as water mixes into your final blow. Their faces paint that familiar satisfaction, gleeful and thankful to possibly your last load for the day, laying waste on their perfect faces.
“Thank you, daddy.” Ahyeon kisses your tip, stroking you slowly as she wrings out every ounce of load stored in you, as Asa kisses your balls and your length.
“Guess you broke the promise, babe.”
“Can’t help it—not when two beautiful girls are blowing me eagerly, hm.” Asa can’t blame you as the insatiability is mutual, the feisty need to still deposit what you can somewhere lingers within you.
The bath is near full, and the three of you know better than this and not just shoot ropes of cum on their faces and taste it lewdly.
“Okay, let’s genuinely clean up.” You couldn’t agree more with that.
“We really should.”
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This time, the three of you refrain from doing such debauchery and be productive for at least an hour, cleaning up and preparing yourselves to be as neat yet simple for each other.
Well, genuinely, it wouldn’t matter if the three of you isn’t too invested on each other’s looks since all of you are comfortable in your place, but their simple beauty and etiquette is enough, even with such nasty sex that will eventually come—you know them enough to make that assumption lies towards the truth.
Yet right now, it’s just the best to enjoy the remaining hours of the day on such a wholesome note and what better way to do it is preparing them some delicious meals and a great movie session. It was a chaotic time with Asa when it comes to preparing the meals but it’s genuinely helpful even with the chaos that still happens—not to mention that you almost had a bruise handling a pot full of tteokbokki because of your clumsiness.
“I think we should’ve just ordered some food, babe.”
“Oh come on, really?” You’re in disbelief, feeling betrayed after exerting all of this effort with Asa. “We didn’t just do all this for nothing, baby.”
“I was thinking of some pizza just to add up here, that’s all.” Asa playfully hits your shoulder, her tone reassuring you that what you’re thinking isn’t her true intention. “After all, I really think we did a great job.”
You chuckle as Ahyeon’s voice calls you in the distance, stopping what you’re doing to avert your attention to hers.
“What is it, Ahyeon-ah?”
“What genre do the two of you wanna watch?” She asks, staring at your eyes and pouting, anticipating an answer.
“Maybe some drama or romance can do—oh, maybe even horror, no?”
“Daddy!” You really love teasing Ahyeon with those, knowing how cute and pretty she is to the point that you’re incredibly swooning over her, the dear on those instilled as you say those words of terror. “Please not that—anything else?”
“Romance can do, Ahyeon-ie.” Asa answers her question, knowing damn well that you’d tease her until it gets annoying. “Also, can I have him for a moment? We’ll be fast.”
“Okay!” Ahyeon cheerfully answers as the younger girl returns to finding specific movies that can favor anyone’s taste, and Asa grabbing you by the wrist and drawing you out and towards the balcony.
“Hey, I’m still not done with the food, baby—what’s the matter?”
“I wanna tell something to you and you only.” She looks at the horizon and then flashes that familiar smile of hers. “I know this may sound pretty selfish but can you and I just be on my birthday? Like no one else?”
That piques your interest but never surprised—in this relationship, it’s just explainable on how clingy she is towards you, and even Ahyeon shows the same feeling towards you yesterday. Knowing how fair it sounds since Ahyeon had you all by herself yesterday, you nod which signals that you’re agreeing to what Asa proposes.
“Just so you know, you two are really greedy. Like, it’s unimaginable, y’know?”
Asa chuckles, fixing her hair as she places her arms on your shoulders, feeling her minty scent brushing on your lips. “We really are—but thank you, babe. This night was great, can’t wait for what you have on my birthday.”
Technically, the night isn’t over but you’re thankful in the same way—the bond, gifts, fun, silliness and the sex, all of it is worth cherishing. You smile as you voice your sincere gratefulness which makes her feel the genuine love in her veins, her eyes glistening with yearning and about you.
Time feels slow as you come back to your senses after a few seconds, knowing the both of you needed to do something and not leave Ahyeon alone there (she’ll sulk if you disregard her, and you think that’s pretty cute).
“Alright, I gotta prepare the meals, baby.”
“And let me order some pizza for us.”
“Really?” That’s another annoyed face of yours, playfully showcasing your disappointment again which plays with her feelings a little.
“What? Come on, babe—please? It’s just fair to treat you after all you’ve done…” Her pouts and that cute face whenever she pleads for something is your kryptonite, and you have no choice but to agree.
“Alright, as long as it’s not as big as the one you ordered last time.”
“Don’t worry, babe.” Asa chuckles as she reminisces that moment where you almost puke for challenging her that you can finish at least seven slices, which you deeply regret. “Not letting you do that again.”
You pull away from her embrace, then continue your dorky attitude towards her, the usual banter reverberating between the two of you as you’re satirical with the way you glared at her, going in and doing your own chores and responsibilities.
Surely, maybe the three of you could go and fuck each other and make a mess somewhere in your place or go out and have some late night bonding sessions where you’ll truly cherish the night but one thing’s for sure: this was just the first part of what could be the best week of your entire life, and you’re calling it.
Swear to god, you still need them—you really fucking do as the spell they casted on you feels unending, and you’re drowning in that for the rest of your life.
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A/N: this is probably a new way to enter author notes coz' i feel this fits more LOL. but anyway, hope y'all enjoy this pretty sloppy fic of mine—really did my best to make it as close on asa's birthday but i failed :( but it's fine! happy reading and this a belated birthday fic for the talented enami asa <3
A/N: yeah, it's a late ahyeon fic i wanna write for her! all of a sudden yet again. enjoy reading y'all orenjideul and have a great day!
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“Good morning, daddy.” A familiar, faint voice scratches in your ears as you come up to your senses with something debauched beyond repair.
You’re not complaining waking up to this, because you’d never say no to your princess—she can’t quite grasp or absorb that word either.
“Ahyeon—fuck, god—a morning coffee would b-be better, no?” You’re already stuttering and she just laughs with your banter, completely having fun with your hardness that’s on her hand.
“For you, probably it is better, daddy.” She twirls her tongue over your sensitive head, your morning wood being harder than usual satisfying her beyond your imagination. “But for me, I want something for myself, and that is better.”
There she goes, running her hands on your abdomen while she slobbers over your erect cock. It always feels euphoric, downright amazing as she possibly had perfected the craft of mustering the perfect blowjob—apart from her skills, there’s always a feature of hers that elevates the experience when you stare at it…
Her eyes. Those doe, glistening blowjob eyes of hers never ceases to turn you on so much.
You love it and she knows it, so, she maintains her eyes darted towards you as she bobs her head leisurely, while attending the other hand towards your balls.
“Apparently my load on your face yesterday wasn’t enough?” You grunt after that, evidently comfortable on how Ahyeon’s mouth envelops around your shaft, as she pauses her advances with a loud pop.
“Yes, daddy. You didn’t even get to cum in me as my birthday wish? That’s unfair!" Ahyeon playfully raises her voice, possibly genuinely frustrated about what you’ve done to her—even with her brattiness out like she’s breathing air, you know that she can’t hide the fact about the satisfaction she felt on every rope of semen landing on her perfect face.
Even with salacious conversations like this, it keeps you going and you waste no time letting her know how great she’s doing. You eventually lock your hands onto her luscious hair, finding their way there and stroking it, which enables her to exert more effort onto her oral session. Now, finding your balls, she averts her attention there, sucking onto the globe as the other hand keeps the momentum going, you grunting in response.
“You brat—don’t act like you didn’t want t-that. Besides, you’ll eventually drain me for fucks sake.” The bed is sure as comfortable as her pillowy lips, alternating between her favorites to suck as the image down below becomes a pornographic blur, contradicting the cuteness of her face and the way it rests between your thighs.
“I will, daddy—you always want your balls drained by us. Should’ve brought Asa with me here, we could have had so much fun yesterday.”
That is true because the both of them in the same room is lethal when with you, an absolute unit of total filthiness and test of stamina, especially the older, Japanese girl she brought up.
“Well if she’s here, I might as well ruin her totally and you’ll just watch somewhere in the corner, no?” She pauses again, and this time, she expresses that familiar chiseled annoyance on her face, your tease pushing a button on her—you know she’s not taking it seriously, after all, she would love that.
It was her birthday and being neglected like that is no fun, but you love to ignite something in her.
“No, daddy! That’s totally unfair… Please don’t do that…” Ahyeon looks at you and pouts cutely, which melts you in an instant and you’re not even trying to hide it.
You can’t resist a girl like her for she’s clearly coded to be insatiable.
There’s wonders too whenever she’s being compared, or talking to someone that’s not her because now, she’s blowing you with profound fervor and enthusiasm that’s elevated than before. Her tongue swirls all over your length as she eagerly bobs her head onto your shaft, hollowing those cheeks whenever she takes you deep sends a haywire in your brain.
“Jesus, fuck—that’s good, princess. Keep blowing me like that—shit!” Your words are mere sounds on Ahyeon’s ear, not when her gags and squelching dominates around the room, and once it registers, she keeps up that pace of hers consistently. Her hand roams on your thighs and abdomen, drawing circles on it as her touch makes your cock throb against her snug mouth, and that alone makes her smile throughout the pistoning shaft.
You look down at Ahyeon after you’ve closed your eyes for god knows how long because of the pleasure, and the view is beautiful and filthy it’s perfect—drool a mess all over the vicinity of her mouth, black locks a perfect blur between her bobs, her perfect, dexterous hands skating around your body, her ribbon holding on for dear life and lastly, those doe, lust-filled eyes looking at your from time to time, seeking compliments and analyzing your actions.
All is perfect, and you couldn’t ask for anything more. Glad you’re the only man to experience this debauched epitome of class (in your vocabulary) and you will always love her for this, amongst all of the other things.
“God—your dick is so perfect, daddy—I would genuinely suck this for hours and hours and make you cum repeatedly.” Ahyeon dives in again, bobbing messily as she pops out with strings of her drool connected to your tip, a corrupted sight. “Would always love to see your beautiful cock cumming, daddy—all for me and me only.”
As selfish as she is, the feelings are mutual because at this moment, you would give Ahyeon her well-deserved rewards as long as your body can go and that only the both of you will get to see how this unfolds as the tension in the air gets hotter. You would always love how slutty and situationally complimenting her choices of words are and how it always riles you up—she knows how much you love how verbally she wants you and she’ll always keep that in mind.
“God—your mouth, princess. Your filthy, fucking mouth—keep t-that up, fuck—” Ahyeon keeps the pace consistent onto your cock, slobbering over hear favorite meal as she brings you closer to the edge, her hands working onto your balls and your body, stimulating you further.
“Daddy, I can’t believe how full your balls still are—must’ve filled up fast already, hm?” She averts her attention towards her treasured globes, fondling it and licking it as she’s excited for what’s inevitably coming soon.
“Yeah, how wouldn’t I when I’m with you, princess? Now, go on and keep on doing that until I cum.” She complied without hesitation, stroking your base furiously while her talented mouth does wonders around your length, eliciting the sexiest moans out of you as her noises and gags become louder. Her efforts to orchestrate a morning blowjob on you is commendable, knowing this fact: you remember not sleeping with her yesterday with her makeup on, just to let it run down her cheeks to elevate the pleasure she’s giving, and these elements are working like wonders.
With the way she’s pumping her mouth against your throbbing cock, hands on her balls fondling you gently to wring out your load sooner, and that besmirched sight of hers, it’s not to last for more than a minute. Her drool now forms a puddle onto the sheets and in the vicinity of your shaft, and the mess alone is another element that makes this experience hotter.
“Gonna cum—gonna fucking cum d-down your throat, princess.” Your announcement is fuel for her, bobbing her head with the fastest velocity she can muster as she takes you all in, your cock lodged up in the snug walls of her throat. You keep your hand buried on her dark locks, keeping her in place as you feel your balls tighten and then erupt everything in her sinful throat.
Spurt after spurt, you deposit everything as Ahyeon fights herself from gagging onto your length, keeping your tight grip on her head firm and steady.
“Keep it there—keep it all the way in, princess.” You cradle her, assuring her that she's doing good and once you feel every single drop of cum is not straight down her stomach after multiple gulps, you let her pull out and soon after, she catches her breath.
“God, I—” Ahyeon faintly whimpered, scooping some leftover cum on the corners of her mouth as the volume was a bit too much for her to take. “—that was too m-much, but I love it. Thank you for the breakfast, daddy…”
She looks up at your, hair messy, makeup an utter mess and her drool and your cum on the vicinity of her lips while still wearing that bubbly smile of hers that you always love to see. Even with your euphoric high dwindling down into nothingness, you still wanted to let Ahyeon do the honors, something that she always loves to do after an exquisite, filthy oral service.
“It’s a pleasure, princess. Now, what will you do after this?” As a bright woman like she is, you eagerly envelop her tongue on your sensitive head, jolting the pain and pleasure in you that makes you hiss a little. She holds your cock firmly, surprisingly hard even with a groundbreaking orgasm you had deposited inside her tight throat.
Ahyeon continues cleaning you off, not without questions inside her head that need answering. “So, mmfh—when will I earn your cum in my cunt, daddy? I feel like I deserved it enough already…”
Here comes her entitlement, but in your judgment, she is on the right track, the criterion fulfilled because all throughout the session you’ve had with her, she always has been a good girl despite her brattiness and her ego inflating her. “Maybe later, who knows? I may even invite Asa if you like…”
Ahyeon stops her bobs as she smiles at you cheerfully, evidently jovial with what you’ve said. “Really? Oh my god, you’re the best! But please promise me I won’t just watch all throughout…”
“Ahyeonie, do you think I was serious earlier?” The name switch makes her blush and it’s evident, but that raises all ears on her as she pouts at you. “I could never neglect you, or even Asa—it’s something I wouldn’t and never do.”
Ahyeon climbs over to kiss your abdomen as she looks up at you endearingly, feeling grateful for the treat you gave her. “Promise, daddy?”
“I promise that, princess.” Your fingers run towards her messy hair as Ahyeon keeps on kissing your body, until you invite her to do something more productive. “I think we should really have an actual breakfast rather than this.”
“We really should, daddy—I’m sorry.”
You reassure Ahyeon with a peck on the cheek once she skates up, then help her get up and out of the bed. “You shouldn’t be sorry, princess—you always do good and I love you for that.”
All just started to this, and all you can think of is how things will continue from this, now when you’re strongly considering stirring Asa to the mix.
That’s a lethal overdose you’re willing to take and at the end of the day, it will be a win.
A/N: Another unexpected fic from the orange and GOD maybe y'all are seeing the pattern here but genuinely, these are all coincidences. tried to write this under a day and i hope y'all liked what i cooked even though it got sloppy. have a great ahead and enjoy reading!
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Yearning. Definition: A noun, a feeling of an intense longing of something or someone.
That fits to the first words of the text message popping up in your notifications, reading the words of you’ve got to be here, im really waiting for you.
You can’t ignore that, not when it’s Eunchae that texted you that and it’s sincere.
The both of you have decency at least, and Eunchae knows that. You wouldn’t just pull into her hotel room and do the deed there before the show begins—no, you don’t want that and she doesn’t want it either.
It’s been four hours—nearly five, if your math is right—since she sent that message and you don’t know how to answer it, and left it in read. You’re just hoping she’s not breaking her trust in you as it’s mutual, and waiting for everything to be over before fulfilling whatever Eunchae wants, what she really yearns for.
“Everything good, sir? You seem nervous.” The driver asks, as he carefully roams around the streets of Paris.
“Yeah, just, you know—Eunchae, she’s looking for me.” The anxiety in your tone is evident, as you just shrugged it off and made yourself confident enough to face Eunchae soon.
The driver laughs as he reassures you a little, lighting the mood up a little. “I know she would be happy to meet you, just watch out on creating a damn controversy—the cameras can catch anything so you just need to be nonchalant as we leave the vicinity.”
You nod and smile, thanking the driver’s advice and possibly, the words of wisdom. “Thanks.”
It’s just a couple of turns before you fetch Eunchae as the driver says, so you compose yourself to be presentable and even hide your identity as much as you can, avoiding suspicion as a ding on your phone averts your attention, and it was Chaewon.
kim_ssamachi - 16:32 — “Better treat her right, dummy.”
Yeah, you should do just that or you’ll be a dead man to their leader.
You can see that familiar white frame in the distance, revealing such curves and that outfit accentuates her beauty, all throughout. You’ll say this now, the media didn’t do her justice with the way she looks incredibly gorgeous in person (as the other people online say, you’ll wholeheartedly agree with them).
As the car slowly decelerates to a complete stop, you see such a beautiful woman waving her fans goodbye, before somebody assists her to get on the car. Then, both of your eyes meet as you can feel your heart racing, exchanging smiles that will last until the end of the night. You’re allured with the sight of her, but in order to keep this secret, you compose yourself, a faux class under pressure.
“You look great, Eunchae.”
“So are you.” She replies, beaming a smile as the door closes, then the car moves swiftly in the right pace.
As the car traverses slowly down the narrow roads and onto the highway, the driver asks, “To your place, ma’am? Or to—”
Respectfully and eagerly, Eunchae replies, “To his place, rather. Thank you, driver-nim!”
Then, there she goes, ultimately whipped for you as she places her hands onto your thighs, then the other reaches to unbutton your top as you stop her because this isn’t the time, yet. “Slow down, Eunchae—don’t you even want to talk about how everything went?”
“Everything went great! But please~” The switch on her exposes your Achilles’ heel, not to mention the way she’s staring at you—those full, doe-eyes shining in need, an utter need to feel you. “Please, I need this.”
She does. She really fucking does and you should get yourself ready.
“Can’t contain it, Eunchae? That’s surprising of you.”
“How so?” Eunchae asks, slightly rhetorical in tone as she follows, “I need you right now and I know you need me too.”
She’s right and you can’t deny it even if you say you want to. You find yourself staring at a national treasure, a monumental sight as from head to toe, she’s defining what real beauty is and how every inch of her is admirable. Your hands find the side of her waist, as you make her tiny figure face you, then continue to stare at her beautiful eyes. “Well, I really can’t deny anything because you’re right.”
Her hands find the buttons of your top, undressing it as your lips finds hers, stirring down into a passionate exchange as her taste is like a drug, insatiable and unable to let go. She tastes as great as you remember—that favorite fruity matte lipstick she uses and herself, and that’s enough to deepen the kiss, her reciprocating as her nails dig deeper to your clothed back.
You just hope the driver isn’t too distracted with the hot scene happening on the backseat, but you trust him, knowing he’s professional and trustworthy enough to keep everything a secret.
“Need it now, please…” Eunchae pleads with you, as you find her neck, peppering it with pecks as her faint moans enables you to keep on going.
“Enlighten me, Eunchae.” Another kiss on the other side, your hands finding her flexing abdomen through the white clothing. “Speak up for me, darling.”
Her hands find your abdomen, teasing your pelvis as her actions are louder than her words, finding your clothed nether region yet your hands finds hers and directed it towards your shoulders. “Speak to me, baby.”
Your words just weaken her, and it’s evident with how her ragged breaths are heard as you mark her neck, and her hands shaking and roaming all over you in need.
“Want to feel you—want you to fuck me, please.” The wanton cry was the last string, and you need to fulfill it.
Finding the edge of her pants, you zip the troublesome clothing carefully as it’s too expensive to be ruined yet it’s a gamble you’re willing to play on. Mutually, you let her undress your bottom half too but not all the way, finding your boxers as her hands skate towards the band of it, eyeing your already hard cock. “God, it’s already hard.”
You chuckle as your hand finds her panties through her unbuckled pants, teasing her and earning such a sultry moan against your lips. You now kiss her soft lips passionately while your fingers sense a familiar spot, a wet one as she finds your hard shaft, her thumb circling around your sensitive tip which elicits that moan in you.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this, Eunchae—don’t worry, I’ll give you everything you want.”
“I’ll do my best—ahh, please keep doing that…” She’s whining, knees shuddering as your fingers dug deeper into her as her assurance enables you to let yourself out. She gives your head the familiar massage, her thumb continues circling it as the rest of the length experiences her leisure strokes, pleasurable albeit painful due to the lack of lubrication.
You didn’t just come to fetch her and just leave it as it is, because you know how things will end so you came prepared.
“Lather your hand with the lube in the glovebox there, that should make things easier.” It will sure aid for a ton, if she can even get herself to lean over and get the familiar bottle when you’re eagerly fingering her wet cunt. You can just feel the throbs of her pussy with each thrust you do, adding another finger to keep the chase going as her hands shiver due to the immense pleasure she’s currently experiencing.
“Oh lord—y-you’re really good at that, fuck—just keep on doing that!”
“You’re being behind, darling.” You tease her as she hastily lathers her hand with the lubrication, not giving a damn if it stains her outfit or all over the leather seat. “Come and do the same to me too.”
If she can even rival you, because it’s going to be a challenge as you increase the pace of your thrusts, her cunt clenching every time you hit a certain spot as the wet spot becomes apparent between her clothed thighs. She starts stroking you off and this time, she’s not letting herself be controlled over you as she fights with her own arsenal, steadily stroking your cock, from top to bottom which makes you grunt as your actions start to fade a little.
Your ego says no, so you see this as a challenge and fucks her cunt like you’re proving her who is really in control.
“Fuck you—god, please—” Eunchae chokes on her own spit right after, as she maintains jerking you off through the fabric, spewing such miniscule amounts of precum, indicating that she’s enabling you too and getting yourself closer to the edge. “I’m getting close!”
“Already, Eunchae? Gosh, you really are needy.” You tease her, a borderline degradation as she doesn't care what happens outside as her focus is averted towards her high and how great your fingers feel in her messy pussy.
“It’s just your fingers—just your fucking fingers!” This side of Eunchae is unseen by many, and that’s a side worth cherishing if you’re going to be asked, because as her carnal grunts and herself being so disheveled is something that enables you to do more, and give her that.
She maintains her strokes on you albeit challenging due to how she’s currently a different person with just your digits up in her filthy cunt, and with that beautiful face debauched, you need to bless her with something else at your disposal.
Your lips find hers and unlike before, it’s messy, sloppy and downright pornographic—her tongue finds yours, dancing in-tandem as her lips devours yours, even her teeth pulling yours as the pain stings yet the pleasure behind it is the blessing in disguise. Her spit coats your chin as her princess-esque facade minutes ago stirred down to a fucked-up beauty of Eunchae, half-disheveled as she longs with your taste for every second that counts, her moans vibrating against your lips as she nears her epic high.
“That’s it—” Eunchae pulls out of your snug embrace, hissing as her strokes become idle, now directing her arms towards your neck as you make her face you. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”
“No.” You retort, which earns a puzzled face from her, masking the disappointment as you elicit those words. “I’ll make you cum if I say so. Right now, we can’t afford to mess up this outfit of yours, we’re still going outside, remember?”
“But please—” Her eyes really test you, but you’re man of your word, as patience will be the greatest virtue here. “—I can’t hold it anymore.”
You can tell, because of how wet her cunt is and how each thrust produces that squelching sound synonymical of something filthy where the other party nears euphoria.
“No, Eunchae. We’re nearing my place too. You’re going to be my good girl and if you really are one, then I will give you everything you need, understand?”
Eunchae nods as you find her those soft lips again, but this time, the kiss evokes something passionate that’s been burning inside your hearts. You smile with her obedience, as you signal the driver something, “Please, don’t tell anyone about this, alright?”
“You’ll have my word, sir.”
God. Eunchae made you do this, and you’re willing to take the bait because of her, and you’re now going to be digging deep into your own abysmal burrow.
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Thank god no one suspected the both of you as the publicity dives into irrelevance, feeling free and feisty towards Eunchae because as soon as you step in your hotel room as your bodyguards leave the both of you alone, you wasted no time to show how much you’ve wanted Eunchae too.
“You’re such a great kisser—oh god, please keep doing that.” As so you did, marking your territory as the porcelain skin of her neck earns a bruise-like aftermath and it’s something to let the others know who she truly belongs to.
“I’d say you’ve improved a lot too—maybe learning a thing or two with Chaewon, hm?”
“No, don’t, please.” You continue kissing her as she moans to your touch, her voice a little raspy due to how well everything is coursing in her veins. “Don’t mention anyone today, not even my unnies—just me, please.”
You assure her that, and nodded as her hand found your lips when you pulled away, just inches away from her as her well-manicured fingers tease your lower lips and your admiration wasn't verbal as you grasp her wrists and suck onto her fingers, her moaning just to enable you more.
“Even my fingers too? Wow, you really surprised me.”
“Every inch of you is perfect, Eunchae.” You pull out of her saliva-sheated fingers to commend her, then avert your eyes to meet hers. “So that’s why it needs to be worshipped.”
“You need it too…” Eunchae inches herself near you, cupping your cheeks as she whispers near your ear. “Need to worship your cock.”
Fuck. Her voice, rightfully deep, sultry and sexy and that alone enables you to execute every fantasy in your head with Eunchae.
“Come get your wish then, darling.” You start undressing your bottom-half and only leaving your boxers on, as she gets on her knees but you insist, because there’s something that needs to be done and you’re going to be vocal with it. “But first, strip—just want those panties and your heels on.”
She didn’t hesitate, in fact, even eager to do it as it’s evident on those big eyes of hers, her gleeful smile an indication to send you her invitation. Her clothing was an easy task to undress for her, her top merely considered as one to begin with was dismantled by ease, the two bits of it off and towards the chair near and god, those sizable tits are there for you to gawk over.
“Interesting outfit, ain’t it, Eunchae?”
“Yeah…” She continues undressing herself as she reaches for her pants now, still initiating the talk with you. “Stylist-nim was really great with this. A little revealing and I hope everybody liked this.”
You compliment her, genuinely. “Every outfit you carry becomes beautiful, Eunchae—you look gorgeous here.”
It is, and the mass media will concur with that statement. Eunchae blushes right after, chuckling a little as she finds herself in a smooth flow of movements, successful with the way she undresses everything and towards the chair, a piece of clothing worth a fortune now discarded somewhere like it’s just normal clothing.
With everything almost off, it’s like seeing a perfectly-sculpted artwork chiseled by the gods above, and they had bestowed you the best there is as every curve of her is beyond perfection—generally, maybe it’s subjective but you don’t give a damn because Eunchae is perfect in every way.
She inches towards you as you admire her body, from head to toe but then, you know she needs to do what she’s intended to do. “God, you’re perfect, Eunchae.”
She just smiles as she sinks down, on her knees as she discarded your boxers on the way down to your ankles, and you can just see how the mood lights up as she sees her deserved prize right in front of her. She wastes no time as the foreplay would be gone, down the gutter as with just a few, livid strokes she dives right in and keeps herself attended, taking you in half-way. She does what she’s best at, bobbing her head up and down your shaft as her hand finds your thighs, hugging it gently as she devours your entire length right after, gagging then pulling out.
“You gotta chill, Eunchae—we’re going to be here all day so just—god, okay, nevermind.” She cuts you off with her heavenly mouth, those lips hugging every inch of where her limit is as her head dictates the pace, moderate with each stroke as her hand finds your balls and she knows what to do with it.
If you got her fucked up earlier, then she’ll give back what she received.
Eunchae’s suction in each three bobs or two is immaculate, albeit feeling a little off with the way the serrated culprit in her mouth provides that little pain. It didn’t even matter when her lips are such a perfect fit as an invitation for your cock to wring pleasure out on, and her mouth becoming a great outlet to let yourself feel in cloud nine. You find those dark-colored locks as an outlet to fight the pleasure and Eunchae sees this as a step closer to something great, and that alone made her up the ante.
“Keep that pace, Eunchae—shit, you’re doing really great, baby.” As she oscillates a little more, she pulls out as she directs her eyes towards yours and now worships the very thing she loves.
She pecks everything her lips can touch while maintaining that deadly eye contact to you as she averts her attention towards your shaft, continuing with the worshipping as her tongue licks what it can touch too, and earns a little shiver on your thighs.
“Do I feel good? Am I doing good for you?”
Ultimately, she is doing a stupendous job at it albeit not perfect—it doesn’t help that your expectations are heightened due to Yunjin’s incredible expertise when it comes to blowjobs, but Eunchae isn’t falling off too much either. You reassure her that she’s indeed doing a great job at it as every grunt you elicit is a message to let her know how good she’s doing you. She alternates between her bobs and kisses, making sure every inch is lathered with her spit and blessed by her touch, tasting every inch as she slurps at it like it’s her favorite meal—for sure, it can be considered as one at this point with the way she slobbers over you and gawks over your length.
She never stops her oral assault up on your dick, as more seconds flow in the state of time, the more depraved the scenes get and it’s just getting started.
Eunchae looks more disheveled than ever before and it's a debauched sight you’re grateful to see seldomly—her drool a mess all over her chest and her neck, her makeup running down her cheeks, her hair an utter mess and a pool of juices onto the floor. Every filthy fantasy that has been running in your mind becomes true in a matter of minutes as once she pulls out to worship your throbbing cock again, you hold her head by her hair, enunciating your control as you slap your soaked length all over her face, blessing her. She takes every slap across her face as something worth to fulfill for, as every time it hits her pristine skin, she moans with the feeling of it and you’re bathing to your victory.
“Look at you, Eunchae—taking my cock so well. You really are a dirty cocksucker aren’t you?”
Her eyes meet yours again as she licks the base of your length, and towards the mushroom tip, earning that audible moan from you from how sensitive she’s making you feel. “I am—I am a dirty cocksucker—thank you for this, f-fuck, I can’t ask for anything more.”
Then, she dives in again yet this time, she’s testing her absolute limits as her head bobs in a pace unimaginable, fucking herself while taking almost whole of your length and with this action alone, this is crumbling your defenses down.
Even if she isn’t vocal with it, you can tell how grateful Eunchae is with the way she does the dirty work on your cock, doing everything to her power to show you how she deserves it and how she’s going to earn the reward. She keeps teasing your sensitive head, then alternates to blow you to the point of no-return as again, you find her locks and grasp a hefty amount of it, signaling how great her mouth truly feels.
At this point, it’s building to the point where you can’t take it anymore, and you hope she notices this because you have plans.
“Get off, Eunchae—I’m fucking close.” She does what she’s told you, pulling out with a loud pop, strings of saliva still connected from your tip and on her lips.
“Uhm—I—didn’t I do good?” Her tones say it all, feigning curiosity and anxiety with thoughts running in her head when everything eliciting was all a mere joke.
Even if she thinks she did a bad job, at your end, she never did one. In fact, you’d even say she did an impressive attempt on such a pleasurable oral assault on your cock, but then you reassure her that you have your own plans, because what is an artwork without a medium, and the paint that made the beauty possible.
“I’m just gonna paint your pretty face, darling—take it all for me, Eunchae.” You wasted no time in doing that, and she’s just there, her eyes close, tongue sticking out and ready for the taking, and that almost-naked body of hers that’s begging to be fucked.
You stroke into your high as the familiar feeling in your loins succumbs to the finale, spurting thick shots of cum towards her nose, lips, cheeks, neck and some dollops even painting her chest. Her moans possibly extend your orgasm, pumping every ounce of your seed out and towards Eunchae’s face.
“Fucking hell, Eunchae.” You grunt as her besmirched countenance earns a core memory from you, those eyes of hers feigning innocence that rivals the filth that’s all over her. She’s a brilliant girl, not even wasting a second to clean your cock off, licking every inch where you cum still settles (mostly in the tip) and fondling your balls leisurely, making sure that everything should be deposited on her face.
Well, that’s what she thought.
“Really hungry for me, aren’t you?”
“Can’t help it.” Eunchae continues her expertise, cleaning every inch possible as she faces you again. “Not when a cock this good and a cum this delicious is all there for me to savor.”
You cup her jaw, scoop a generous amount of your seed that’s on her cheek and direct it towards her lips, and as enthusiastic as her, she intends to suck every sample out of your fingers. It’s sloppy, messy, and it’s fucked up but that’s the beauty of it in this moment and as you feel like she tasted enough, you helped her get up as the main event still needs to take in place, and you can’t just ignore it when you can see the wetness on her panties.
“That was thick—god, I hope you still have something for me.”
You face her, and admire that curvy body for the umpteenth time as your ferocious strength catches her off-guard, yelping as you turn her around and commanding her arms to lean against the porcelain wall. “Of course, darling—would always be something for you because you’ve been such a good girl to me.”
The invitation is there, and her wiggling her ass was just a tease for you as she knows where this will possibly go.
“Please give it to me now—want it inside, please…” The way she pleads is just music to your ears and you can listen to it all day, but then, you don’t want Eunchae to really be pleading all day for that.
She’s too fucking insatiable to make yourself be disciplined, so you’re just going to be diving yourself deeper into depraved territory. “Don’t worry—it’s not going to be long before my cock lives inside you for the time being, darling.”
You caress her naked top-half, caressing her sizable tits which of course, earns a moan from her and pinching those nipples for good measure. It doesn’t become long before she bends over in such an obscene angle, and that alone invites you to push it in and have your way with her.
“Have your way with me, please—want it so bad.”
You caress her ass, as you mouthed how you’re going to fulfill what she wants as you shove her panties aside, leaving your eyes to see that glistening cunt that’s ready for the taking.
“Tell me when you can’t take it, okay?” You reassure her as your cock teases her leaking slit, and she’s already whining from need which makes your question take a few seconds before it registers on her end.
“Okay, okay—I can take it, don’t go easy on me.”
As she wishes—you’re the genie that will grant that.
You insert it and elicit a sound from her that you’ve never heard before, and it’s crumbling you down, her dulcet tone urging you to keep your sluggish as it is. The way she hugs you is incredible, walls clenching everything you hit the spot and her repeated lewd sounds that just enables you to keep on going. You hand supports her frame by her hips, while the other caresses her neglected breasts, making sure that she’s stimulated as possible and you can see how it is really being effective.
“Please fuck me harder—please do, I can take it.” Eunchae whines right after, as you dictate a pace that’s enough to consider as something that can truly send shockwaves out of her body. The hypnotic jiggles of her back-end is truly a sight to behold as she keeps herself busy, positioning herself to stand as sturdy as she can because every thrust your hips muster is now enough to really bring her into incoherence.
You keep your pace and she keeps her vocal cords trained well, moaning angelically as the walls contain her honeyed sounds, even containing the depriving sight from the both of you. Your hands are all occupied with each of their job fulfilling the utmost pleasure from Eunchae as much as possible and now with her constant pleas to go rougher, you now introduce something that she possibly wants to experience.
“Fuck! That—that’s so f-fucking good!”
“Did it hurt? Are you good, Eun—”
“Yes, it feels fucking good! Slap me again please—oh fuck!” You fulfill her wishes, now introducing another method in making her feel the utmost euphoria, by introducing pain into the mix. Her butt prints a familiar rosy hue due to the spanks you’re delivering, as every moan she elicits, grunt you let out, skin that slaps against each other, the wet squelch of her cunt and the reverberating smacks on her ass, orchestrates that very piece of symphony that should be counted in the history books.
Each piece does its job, and it’s wholeheartedly a masterpiece.
Each thrust you do spirals her towards the edge, her heels clacking in tandem with your thrusts as there are points where she even raises her legs, and just stomps down as she’s slowly losing control of herself. You just withdraw with the tip inside and plunge back in, filling her up to hilt as the series of events repeat, and slowly, you can even find yourself on the brink of losing it too.
“God, you really are tight, princess—fuck, tell me how great it feels, Eunchae.”
It barely registers in her as it takes seconds for her to respond, and this one, is not so eloquent as before. “F-feels fucking good—ahh, god—fuck, the way you’re f-fucking me is—ow, ahh, it’s just too good! T-thank you!”
Her brain is in a haywire due to you, and you can’t stop even if you want to because the both of you can’t simply do it, even if it needs to. She eagerly assures that she’s fine and that’s all that matters, even with her possibly crumbling down, her legs in a weaker state, wobbling due to the immense pleasure she’s experiencing. You elevate the pace, and now even setting your eyes to even stimulate her more as gone are the times where you pinch her nipples to earn the most eargasmic moans possible, but not averted your attention towards that inviting asshole, puckering and loosening on every thrust you do.
“Fuck! Oh god, I—god, that feels good!” You slot your finger up that asshole of hers, pushing in and out repeatedly in a leisure pace as she seems to be enjoying it, and that alone lets you discover her limits in taking you.
“Maybe this is the next hole I’ll fuck once I’m done with your pussy, would you like that, princess?” The name makes her submit to you even more, as you fuck her all and throughout each words she say, her coherence battling the messed-up circuits in her brain.
“I don’t care anymore—fuck, uhm, as long as y-you fuck me right and give me your l-load—gosh, please.” Her wanton cries are sounds you’ll never get tired of, and with the familiar constrictions of her pussywalls on your length, you know the inevitable is coming.
“We can possibly do it someday, Eunchae, but for now—” Your fingers exit her tight, snug hole and find her clit, rubbing it as it brings her closer to the edge, your pace enough to break her in half (figuratively, of course). “Cum on this cock, princess.”
She does, and it’s a beautiful mess.
Eunchae squirts all over your length, repeatedly ramming her tightness as you fuck her through such a groundbreaking orgasm, her moans over the roof and as beautiful as it gets. In all honesty, you’re commending by how she’s still standing straight and bending over without even breaking her position at least for a single moment, and this obscene sight is now imprinted in your brain—her rightfully tall figure bending over with her heels still on, and her panties just set aside is downright pornographic, a beauty in its raw art.
You eventually slow down and pull out which earns a whine from her, where her dying seconds of her orgasm commences and it’s so fucking hot that you might even blow it right there are there, all over her redenned ass.
Speaking of that, you think that’s how you should end this monstrosity.
So, now you're considering the final play.
You insert your shaft inside her again, grunting from the tightness that envelops you but now, you want something to do that will make the experience elevated from both ends.
The pace you dictate is the same as before but this time, her mouth is now occupied with something else, your fingers and she sucking on them like how she sucked you off earlier—wanton, sloppy and needy. The vibrations of her moans on your fingers silences the whole room a little, a piece off yet the suppression turns you on even more, noticing how each indistinguishable moan elicited is just enough to throw you off. You gag her a little but she doesn’t complain but rather slobber over it more as the seconds go by. The depraved scene from the both of you is just monumental that when somebody catches the both of you, they’ll be seated for a show, and probably the people outside are getting the gist on what’s happening in your room—that’s a mere fantasy, but you could never be so sure.
You continue thumbing her asshole as your fingers pull out of her slutty mouth, now directing it towards the curves of her now sweating back, tracing every perfect inch of it as the hypnotic trance sends you into overdrive. As much as you want to prolong this euphoric feeling, the inevitable will also soon come, and she can sense the way you’re moaning her name and how it’s repeatedly throbbing inside her pussy.
“You’re gonna c-cum? Oh god, please—d-do it inside, please—” That earns a spank, and it makes her hiss from the pain.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” You gradually slow down, then pull out of her, earning another whine from her and a plea that breaks you. Any sane man would never pull out on a heavenly cunt like Eunchae’s, but there’s something in you that ignites bright seeing your cum painted all over her skin.
You’ve made your decision, and there’s nothing that she can do but embrace it as her figure remains sturdy, reading for a round two, and this time, all over her perfectly-sized buttcheeks.
“You’ll earn it someday, princess—maybe it can be whenever Chaewon comes to watch or tomorrow, who knows?” You can see Eunchae looking back over her shoulder, as she watches your wrists muster the fastest of strokes and as the inevitable comes, you release it, everything.
The plane of her ass gets painted white, plenty from the divot and of course, plenty from her inviting holes, her asshole collecting some as it constricts due to your constant teases near it. You keep pumping until every last drop is deposited all over her ass, and you’re certain that you’re completely drained as you keep yourself steady from the exhaustion as Eunchae’s in the same boat. You pull her near you, as you keep her back checked from the feeling of your soft lips peppering it with kisses, tasting the miniscule flavor of salt from her sweat and her insatiability.
“I really think you should’ve came inside me, still.”
You chuckle as the both of you meet each other's eyes again, stating such assuring words, “Like I said, maybe someday, princess—you really did a great job today.”
You peck her back, three kisses as you continue, “You looked spectacular at that fashion event. I’m sure everyone will be head over heels for you.”
“Like you…” Then, the both of you exchange laughs as the recovery period commences, yet you have plans to waste the night in Paris that is worth both your time, not just pure sex.
“I think we really need to clean up, princess.”
“We really do. Besides, there’s a lot for you to catch up on.”
You just hope these walls couldn’t talk themselves for the events that unveiled today, or the both of you will be fucked, and it’s a serious matter. Maybe no one noticed, and even if the day was young, it feels like it’s just getting started as the first play was a success. Even if she’s the youngest, you’re eager to hear her out and to follow her lead at times, and on this day, you’re curious on what she may have in store for you because this day was specifically planned to be with her, to yearn for her.
“The dress? Or you? Because either way, the answer is no."
Making Hyewon blush was always too easy. Whether it was a simple joke, a compliment on her outfit, or a comment that put her innocence to the test, she could never hide her shyness. And this time was no exception.
"Hey! You're such a pervert. Doesn't it show too much? I feel like you can see everything.” That wasn’t wasn’t too far from the truth. Hyewon wore an off-shoulder blue dress that was the definition of form-fitting—like it had been made specifically for her. Her stylist knew what she was doing.
"I fail to see how that's a problem, Hyem.”
The smile on your face couldn’t be wider as you watched Hyewon look at herself in the mirror in the waiting room. “But you know what would make that dress look better?"
"Don't you dare say it would look better on the floor,” she said, glaring daggers at you.
Hyewon read you like a book. "What? I would never—"
"Uh-huh. I know you too well, perv.” You gave Hyewon a discreet glance before your arms wrapped around her slim waist, and you kissed the side of her neck, inhaling her sweet perfume.
“Then you should know when you wear something like this, it's hard to keep my hands off you."
Once again—too easy. It was like you were tallying how many times you could make her flustered, how many times you could make those adorable cheeks a shade of rosy scarlet. "But we can't right now. Someone could call for me at any moment.”
Patience was not your strongest trait. But whenever you were with Hyewon, you would wait until the sun rose back up, and then some. You'd gone to these types of events before, and it was always the same type of endless waiting. “We have plenty of time. Don’t these things take forever?"
Hyewon sighed and sank back into your touch, as you maintained a strong grasp on her waist, continued to kiss her neck, and snaked your hands a bit higher. You couldn’t help but notice her dress offered the easiest access—all it would take was one little tug.
"But I don't want us to be in the middle of something when they do call me. I'm nervous!" Hyewon pouted when she turned around, and you were blessed with the most gorgeous girl you’d laid your eyes on.
“You’re going to do great,” you reassured when you met her gaze, and caressed her cheek. “You’re the camera’s best friend, and they’ll fall head over heels for you, Kang Hyewon. You're the perfect woman, and everyone here is lucky enough to be able to bask in your beauty."
“Thank you. That really helps a lot,” she said, as her voice stayed soft and quiet while she gave a peck on your lips. Returning the kiss, your voice sank to a whisper, and a mischievous grin shot across your features.
“But I know a good way to get rid of those nerves…”
You didn’t need to say anything else, because Hyewon knew what you meant—even if it made her blush for the umpteenth time as she buried her face in her palms. "Always one thing with you! So naughty…”
"Not always. But when you look so delicious, who could blame me for being so hungry?” you asked, as you grinned even wider before returning to kiss those silky soft lips. Hyewon let out a short giggle, spun around, and looked at herself in the mirror again.
"I guess I can't. I do look really good in it,” Hyewon said, running fingers through her hair. “I’ve never worn something so revealing. It makes me feel nervous, but at the same time a little—”
"Turned on?" you answered for her and kissed each of her bare shoulders while you watched her reflection in the mirror.
"Well, maybe a little...”
"And you called me the perv?"
“That's because you are,” she said, and spun around to throw a playful punch to one shoulder. “This dress makes me feel like everyone is going to be staring at me. But I like that. I love the attention."
"I'm staring at you right now, Hyem. I couldn’t stop if I tried."
"You’re always staring, pervert. Even when I'm not wearing any makeup and I'm in my pajamas. But won't it make you jealous with all those eyes on me?”
"No, not really. They can drool all they want, but Hyewon is all mine. Only I get to see what's underneath that dress."
"I’m not all yours, you’re all mine, remember?” Hyewon said, before she rested her head on your shoulder and took a moment of hesitation.
“So…wouldn't you like to see what's under this dress?"
The question made her giggle, which brought out your own laughter at the sudden influx of confidence. But there was nothing more you desired, no better wish that you wanted granted. "What happened to we can't right now?”
Before answering, Hyewon took a quick breather, like she already forgot those exact words said earlier. "Do what? I'm just offering you a little sneak peek. If you don't want it, I completely understand..."
"I didn’t say that. Of course I want it, you fucking tease."
Hyewon's little, innocent smile grew into a larger one, full of delight at your impatience. "I thought so. Now take a seat, so I can show you how good this dress looks on the floor."
Gesturing towards the large white couch, you sat down on the cushions, becoming as comfy as you could while your attention remained laser-focused straight ahead. So as you patiently waited for Hyewon to undress with bated breath, you kept an ear out for lingering footsteps that might spoil the fun. While Hyewon keeping you waiting wasn't unusual, the amount of time that had passed was almost to the point where you felt compelled to get out of your seat.
"Do you need help?"
Hyewon shook her head, looking first like a deer caught in headlights until her expression changed into something less serious. "No, I'm good. The zipper got caught on something for a sec, but I got it. There we go."
And just like that, the pretty blue dress that defined Hyewon’s insane curves fell to the floor, confirming in fact, that it did look better that way. You were really staring now, because while she looked stunning in that fancy discarded dress, she looked much better in her underwear. Hyewon exuded confidence, her modelesque body proudly standing with hands on her deadly hips, and a cocky, sexy smirk swept over her features.
It was utterly unfair for someone to have a killer body like that, but even as her ample breasts tempted you to lose your focus in between that deep cleavage, it grew impossible to find a spot where your eyes could fixate.
"Holy shit, Hyem,” you said, as you lifted your jaw off the floor, drowning in lust when your gaze drifted to Hyewon's tight, exposed body. “Black looks so damn good on you. Your tits look fantastic in that bra."
When she walked closer to you, Hyewon halted inches from your position, and leaned over to let your eyes feast on a closer glimpse of her breasts. "Thank you, you're so sweet. But just wait until you see the back."
You were engrossed in Hyewon's ample cleavage to the point where you forgot where you were, that you were still in a public building and not your own bedroom, and took a quick glance towards the door.
"Did we lock the door?"
"I don't know, did we? Who cares?" Hyewon responded with a smug look, no longer concerned as she had been.
"We wouldn't want someone to walk in on you giving me a strip show…"
"Well, it wouldn't be the first time."
"That was so embarrassing, having to explain that to Eunbi."
"But it worked out in the end, didn't it? And you got to see us both naked for the first time. I should give Eunbi unnie a call."
"Hyem, you're stalling,” you said, growing more impatient by the second.
"Oh, am I? Did you want me to turn around and show you my ass? I'm wearing the new thong you bought me. I guess I should show you how it looks."
"Tease."
"I only tease because you like it.” Hyewon generously turned around to give you what you'd been craving for and bent over to show off that magnificent ass before parking it on your lap. Your mind went blank, only filled with depraved thoughts of what you wanted to do to her.
"Do I?" you questioned, as you gawked at the view of Hyewon’s plentiful backside and the small thong wedged between her cheeks that her plump ass devoured.
"Of course you do, perv. You love it when I make you wait to see me naked. And when I sit on your lap and grind my ass on you like this."
It was almost embarrassing how quickly your pants tightened when Hyewon grabbed your thighs for stability and gyrated her hips. Even through your pants, you could tell how soft those scrumptious buttcheeks were, and they caused a massive bulge in your pants that only Hyewon could be responsible for.
"I do love when you tease me…and I love this tight ass even more. This beautiful ass. Fuck, Hyem. How does your ass keep getting bigger?"
Hyewon didn't stop rubbing her curvy ass against your clothed erection as she sandwiched it perfectly between her cheeks. Every gyration made your cock throb hard against the frustrating fabric of your pants.
"Because I work hard to make it bigger. For you, and for me. So I can show it off in those tight jeans you love me wearing." There was nothing more you could be thankful for. You couldn't wait any longer to get your hands on Hyewon, so after sliding your eager hands up her tight abdomen, you grabbed both plump buttcheeks, and squeezed until your hands were full of soft, heavenly flesh.
"I think I'm in love with it."
Hyewon giggled as you kneaded her beautiful rear to your heart's content, unable to resist giving it a generous slap. "I don't blame you. I do have a rather nice ass."
"I think I want you to suffocate me with it.” You eagerly pulled your shirt over your head, and watched Hyewon gawk over your chest in the mirror the same way you were staring at her ass.
“Good, because I think I want to suffocate you with it.” Looking back over her shoulder, Hyewon shared the same glint in her eye as she departed your lap, giving you enough room to lie down flat on the couch, your head positioned just below the headrest. Hyewon then straddled your waist, putting her big tits flush against your chest, and started to kiss your body, leaving lip prints all over your bare skin.
“I hope they never call for me,” Hyewon said, as her long fingers played with strands of your hair, tangling herself up in them before she planted gentle kisses on your collarbones and your neck. She leaned forward to nibble your earlobe with her teeth, sending tingles throughout your body.
“Me too. Now come bring that fat ass over here and sit it on my face."
“I’d love to,” she responded with an eager smile, and within seconds, she positioned herself above your head, a hovering squat with her cheeks prepared to meet your face. From this point of view, you could see everything—the shape of those inviting pussy lips, toned creamy thighs, and a round, shapely ass that had no equal.
“I love to sit on your face. Your adorable face. Your cute, loveable, perfect face. Are you ready?"
Before you could answer, you grasped Hyewon’s hips, and pulled down her ass to smother your face with.
“I guess that answers that…” This was the true definition of heaven—a beautiful girl with her weight down on you, and the aromatic scent of her arousal seeping through her panties. And for the moment, you were content being her cushion, content to see nothing but those buttcheeks that filled your view.
“God, I love this ass so much. It's fucking perfect. I just want to live underneath these soft, pillowy cheeks. Forever."
Hyewon couldn’t help but laugh. She loved hearing your words of praise and loved how obsessed you were with her body. “Can you even breathe?"
"No. But I don't want to. You're supposed to suffocate me. Isn’t that what I asked for?”
"But if you pass out, you can't fuck me."
That was just a risk you would have to take. Almost a bigger risk than what you were already doing. "Who said I was going to fuck you? You said this was just a sneak peek."
"I did, but—"
"But now you're dripping wet. I can feel it through your panties."
Embarrassment embraced her cheeks once more. "S-sorry, I can't help it. You know what happens when I ride your face."
"There's no need to be sorry. But then—maybe I should help you out. Maybe I should do this—"
With that, you pulled her thong to the side, and gave her pretty pink slit a long, slow lick. As you tasted the sweet essence that filled your mouth, Hyewon squirmed on top of you, but you held her in place, and took another taste of her sweet pussy, gathering up the slick nectar waiting for you.
“Oh god, fuck—” she moaned loudly while you turned the tables and teased her swollen clit, tongue flicking against it to draw out more pure pleasure. You held those plump cheeks pressed firmly on your face, then sucked on her clit, for just long enough to grant a modicum of pleasure, earning more moans, more tasty juices that you lapped up as she rocked on your face.
“You're so wet, Hyem. Your gorgeous little cunt wanted my tongue this badly?”
She hesitated—answering only in erotic moans for the next few moments as you worked your tongue between her messy folds and slurped her juices clean. "Y-yes, fuck yes. I needed this. I needed this so bad. God, that tongue feels so, so good. Just tease my clit like that—mmm, fuck, just like that."
"God, Hyem, your pussy tastes so good, I just wanna eat you out for hours. We could skip this event. I'll bring you back to our place just to devour you all night. I’ll keep making you cum on my face over and over…"
To prove your point, your slurps became louder, while your tongue explored every inch of dripping flesh, moving past the point of teasing.
“Fuck, that would be amazing, oh fuck—right there, keep sucking that clit. But we can’t, I’d get in so much trouble—fuck, fuck, oh my god—your tongue is amazing, don’t stop, don’t—”
“That’s a shame. Because I could just rail you in the kitchen. Then the bathroom, the living room, the laundry room, maybe even the bedroom eventually, until the sheets get so messy we’d have to get rid of them, and neither of us can walk.”
“Oh god…I need that more than anything. Just finish inside me in every single room. Then you can cover my tits, my tummy, and my entire body in your hot loads. I’d drain you so many times…”
“We can’t forget about your face, I’d paint your gorgeous face so many times. You just look so pretty with my thick cum dripping down your face, don’t you?”
“Ah fuuck, you’re making me so wet just thinking about that. I need your cock. Please, can I whip out your enormous cock, so I can suck you off and make you feel as good as you’re making me?”
“You don’t have to ask. Anything you want is yours, Hyem.” So while you kept your tongue buried in her cunt, Hyewon unfastened your pants and slid them down to your knees with your boxers. She seized your throbbing length and furiously stroked it, then puckered her lips to kiss your swollen tip a numerous amount of times, before she teased your length with her wet tongue.
You let out a breathy moan when Hyewon licked every inch of hard flesh, her tongue frantically moving up and down, and left a trail of saliva on your shaft. She teased your balls, flicked against each one, then cupped them when she returned to your swollen cockhead, and parted her lips with it as it disappeared into her wet, hungry mouth.
“Oh god, Hyem. That’s so fucking good,” you moaned, as she gently sucked on your tip, and the softest lips imaginable around your cock slurped loudly when Hyewon worked her magic on your hard cock. Eager for more, she pushed her lips further, while her talented mouth swallowed up more dick to suck, desperate for it all.
So while that hot, hungry mouth sucked on your cock, and her tongue danced across your shaft, you returned the favor. With the same amount of fervor, you feasted on her pussy and suckled on her clit, tonguing her leaking hole to spill more nectar onto your chin, nearly competing with Hyewon to provide equal parts of pleasure.
“Fuck, that mouth feels so good, Hyem. You’re making me throb so much, I just need you to take it down your throat, all the way down.”
Without any hesitation she obliged, and played with your balls, giving them a gentle squeeze while she sucked you deeply, all the way down to your base with ease.
Hyewon obeyed without hesitation and swallowed you whole, all the way down to your base with ease, taking every last inch, nose flush to your stomach. She played with your tender balls while she held you in her tight throat, and gently squeezed them, caressed them to offer extra stimulation as you tongue her delicious cunt, eager to maintain the mutual goal of pleasing each other.
“You eat me out so well, I just love how your tongue feels inside me, fuck,” Hyewon said, as she became more insane with bliss by the moment. “I love when you lick my pussy while I drool over this amazing cock. It tastes so good, so, so fucking good, I just want to suck your delicious cock forever. It just makes me so wet when I see how much saliva your cock is covered in. I’m getting so close, I just need, oh fuck—”
When the tip of your wet finger teased Hyewon’s asshole, you hit the jackpot, and garnered even louder, needier moans from Hyewon. It was far too simple to turn her into a mess. With your tongue buried in her cunt, that same finger continued to circle around her puckered hole, daring to slip inside, but withdrew at the last second.
“Oh my god, please. Just a little more—that finger teasing my asshole is gonna make me cum. I’m so close, please, just wrap your lips around my clit while you finger my ass. Please don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop—”
You couldn’t ignore her desperate pleas, so after wetting your finger some more, you slipped it all the way inside her tight asshole as your lips went to town on her throbbing clit. After all, you wanted Hyewon to cum, and had no reason to prolong your teasing. You wanted her to cum until her legs shook, and would do anything in your power to achieve that.
Not letting up, your lips mercilessly slurped and slurped on her swollen nub, and you fingered her tight back entrance. Meanwhile, Hyewon equally slurped on your length, and with every passing moment, you felt your face grow wetter and wetter, welcoming more of her sweet honey. More and more, her delicate movements became frantic, and her sweet moans became more out of control as her limits were being tested.
“Hyem, I want you to cum. I want you to squeeze my head with your thighs, I need to feel them tremble and shake. You can do that, can’t you? Cum for me, Hyem.”
It took very little time, with how your finger pumped in her ass, and your lips assaulted her clit, but finally—Hyewon reached the moment of bliss. The sheer force of her orgasm sent loud screams of ecstasy that echoed along the walls. Her juices spilled like a waterfall that coated your lips, chin, and everywhere else, while her body shook violently, suffocating your face with her trembling thighs as expected. You licked her through every explosive moment, and after her orgasm subsided, she collapsed onto your body, panting heavily, with just enough energy to stroke your cock while you cleaned her thighs up, not letting a drop go to waste.
“H-holy shit, I came so hard. You made me cum so hard…” The little aftershocks of her climax continued to fire off as you caressed her thighs, while her intense high began to dissipate. Still basking in satisfaction, Hyewon carefully lifted her ass from your Hyewon-covered face, which left you with fleeting disappointment when she rose to her feet, finished removing her panties, and tossed them in a random corner.
With your hands now free and no longer caressing her, you sat up slowly and lamented the loss of her warm cheeks against your face. You looked at Hyewon, her lustful gaze too much to ignore, as she dropped to her knees and tugged off your pants and underwear. Her delicate hands stroked your naked thighs, and kissed the inside of each one while she gazed longingly.
“Now, are you ready to fuck me?”
Even when her climax faded, her craving didn’t, so you gave a singular nod as she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. “Yes, Hyem. Anything you want is yours.”
Your eyes widened with anticipation when Hyewon lowered one strap, then the other, and tossed it to the ground to let gravity deal with it. Drunk on lust, your eyes wandered her exposed body, and those delicious freed breasts were a blessing, a gift from the gods that you couldn’t avert your gaze from.
Hyewon’s flawless figure was easily the best thing you had laid your eyes on, every curve perfectly detailed, each luscious inch of naked skin the true definition of beauty. And you couldn’t decide to tether your focus on her massive tits, that gorgeous shaved pussy, or her lusciously long legs, so for now, you settled on her devastatingly beautiful face.
“Stop staring for once.” Hyewon giggled, and took your hands in hers, before she placed them on her full breasts that you immediately squeezed, reveling in their weight and softness. Not staring was not an option when this woman was so favored with the body of a goddess.
The roundness of her soft, supple breasts, combined with the creaminess of her skin, and beautiful taut nipples, every feature made up the very definition of perfection. Every feature filled your fingers when you squeezed Hyewon’s tits, so sensitive to your touch when you played with them, fondled them, and pressed them together, which made them bounce and bounce.
“I know what you want,” Hyewon said, and you sank back into the couch without your eyes moving from her hanging tits that kept your arousal levels at maximum. “So sit back and relax.”
Relaxing was the easiest command you could follow. Hyewon moved hair off the side of her neck before she returned to delicately stroking your cock, spitting on it several times until it glistened. She kept lubricating your shaft, and utilized her abundant saliva to also do so between the delectable valley of her breasts. After making sure your gaze was focused on what she was about to do, Hyewon grabbed your cock, slipped it into her silky cleavage, and trapped it in that wonderful flesh.
“Oh fuck,” you moaned, and you wished you could freeze time. Hyewon wrapped her tits around your cock, and nothing compared to it. Nothing made you want to savor the sensations of her soft breasts more than when they enveloped every inch of your length, and she started to slide her chest up and down, creating pleasurable, unforgettable friction.
“Fuck, that feels so good, Hyem. Those big tits feel so amazing around my cock.”
Nothing made Hyewon smile more when you began to match her pace, desperately thrusting into her abundant cleavage as she kept them contained around your shaft, refusing to let you slip out.
“And I love the way your hard cock feels between my tits. I want you to keep moaning for me. I love hearing how needy and desperate you get.”
Hyewon’s tits were immaculate. Full and heavy, with the prettiest nipples that you were lucky enough to suck on a daily occasion, lucky enough to rest on those soft mounds while you drifted to sleep, lucky enough to be smothered with when she was in that type of mood.
You didn’t let your eyes stray from the way your cock disappeared between Hyewon’s supple tits, only looking up for an instant to meet her lustful gaze while her cleavage kept your shaft captive. Never would you get tired of this, not when every titfuck Hyewon offered felt different from the one before. Those amazing breasts massaged your length, added undeniable pleasure, and made you throb with every pump whenever she cupped her tits together tighter.
“You like that? You like fucking these tits?” Hyewon asked, using her fingers to help stroke your cock, while your glistening precum stained her chest. Without a doubt you did, but you were too caught up in the moment to respond, and only used your breathless moans to answer while your cock continued to plunge between her warm heavenly cleavage as you descended into madness. You could fuck those beautiful tits forever, the constant pressure and slippery friction a well of bliss that you never wanted to end.
“I know you do, but I don’t want you to cum yet…but you’ll cum soon if I don’t stop, won’t you? You’ll explode between these perfect tits if I keep squeezing your throbbing cock with them?”
“Y-yea, I’m gonna cum soon. I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that. You can stop.”
It was both a blessing and a curse. While you wouldn’t mind finishing in between Hyewon’s huge tits and painting that gorgeous face white—you hadn’t tasted the main course yet. So mercifully, she halted her movements to keep the growing pressure at bay and let your cock slip from her tits, but not without a few slaps on them, always one to tease to the last possible moment by rubbing her swollen nipples with your pulsating shaft.
“Your cock needs to be inside me. I need to feel this inside me. Right now,” she said, gripping your cock with slow, gentle strokes, trying her hardest to prolong your pleasure.
“Then you better get up here and ride it.”
Without delay, Hyewon climbed back on your lap, and swung each of her creamy thighs so they wrapped around your waist. Her movements had a swiftness to them, eager to keep the train of pleasure going as she kissed you, lips pressed to yours like there was no time left in the world.
"I'm going to ride the fuck out of you," Hyewon said, her tone something between confident and smug, those wide, stunning eyes brimming with lust.
“Yeah? You think you can handle me? With how quickly I made you cum on my tongue earlier?” you asked, while your hands started to wander her body again, tracing her curves as you met her sultry gaze. Hyewon didn’t bat an eye as she leaned in to kiss you, lips swiping against your teeth, as if she demanded control.
“That was just to ease the nerves, like you said.” With a steady clench on your shaft, she pushed her hips closer to you and lifted herself up, lining you up between her spread legs, eyes bright and ready. “Or did you already forget how you couldn’t handle my tits around your cock and begged me to stop before you blew your load too soon?”
Hyewon took a pause to let words sink in—but they were barely a light jab. Returning her kisses with a much more aggressive array of your own, you shoved your tongue in her mouth, trying to take away some of that bravado. “That was just for your own sake. You think I’m gonna let you go out there without a load inside you?”
“Just don’t cum too fast this time. I want to enjoy fucking you.”
The heat from Hyewon’s spread legs spread mere inches above your shaft, and slowly, taking her time, she lowered herself onto your cock whether you were ready or not. Moaning in unison, Hyewon took the tip of your shaft into her, head thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed as warmth blanketed your shaft. Despite her abundant wetness, it took her hips some extra effort before she could take more of you, that overwhelming tightness the only barrier to stretch herself out.
“Ah shit, Hyem. Your pussy feels so good. So fucking wet, so fucking tight,” you said, nearly out of breath at the slippery flesh that surrounded your shaft, yet not even past the halfway point. More shallow movements followed her gyrating hips, and not-so-subtle moans before you could feel more of her greedy pussy swallowing you up. Hyewon tried to fuck herself deeper, insatiable for more as every impale she took moved her closer to the promised land.
The back and forth and one-upmanship was all but gone, replaced by an excess of lust while Hyewon tried to work more of your length into her. Her walls smothered you with slick warmth, and a harsh grip that suffocated every inch that slid inside that impossibly tight entrance.
“You want me deep? You want me to ride your thick cock balls fucking deep?” she asked, as her tight gripping walls demanded more and more.
“Do you even have to ask? You’re going to bounce on this dick until you cream all over me. You can do that for me, Hyem, can’t you? Take every inch of my cock.”
And with that, Hyewon slammed herself down to the hilt until your cock was fully buried within her delectable hot cavern, with hands firmly on your shoulders. Her head fell down to kiss your lips again, that sweet taste lingering before she began to move—you then relinquished all control when she pumped her hips up and down in a relentless rhythm. A familiar, yet unpredictable pace, mixed with swaying hips, and ceaseless moans that you basked in while you kept your hands attached to her waist, watching the way her perfect breasts bounced and bounced with every fluid motion her delicious body made.
“Oh god, that cock is so fucking big inside me, so hard. You’re stretching my insides out so much.”
You could never get enough of seeing Hyewon like this, completely consumed with lust, and an overwhelming desire to take all of you, with the same look in her eyes that meant she wanted to devour all of you.
After every bounce she took against your crotch, your shaft glistened more. You wanted to sit back and watch the show, so you let Hyewon do all the work, controlling the speed until it increased faster and faster, and her insatiable hunger took over while her magnificent tits jiggled in your face.
Hyewon stayed true to her words and rode you harder than she had before, those meaty thighs crashing against your own as she kept her cunt filled with your cock. Her hips expended more energy, pumping more feverishly, as her insides became warmer and wetter, eliciting more prolonged moans from both of you.
“You ride me so well, Hyem, fuck. You like my cock that much? You like fucking yourself on it?”
“Do you even have to ask?” she mocked. “I always love riding you. Your cock is so amazing, fuck—I just love feeling so full like this. I love feeling how your huge cock throbs inside me.” Soon, her breathing became erratic, and she let out heavy gasps, loud pants, deep breaths that heaved her chest with every pop of her hips.
As the intensity grew, sweat trickled down both your bodies, and Hyewon tested the limits of what you could endure. The slapping of skin grew louder, loud enough to be heard outside the door, and the way Hyewon clamped around your cock, almost painfully tight, made your cock swell and throb and endless amount.
But nothing would make you want her to derail the euphoria train, or slow down those careless bounces her plentiful ass took on your crotch. Not that Hyewon would stop until she came on your cock, leaving your body lost in a tidal wave of sensations. Those hypnotic tits were the only thing that could distract you from the immense, hot tightness that engulfed your cock, so you captured them mid-bounce and groped them, and gave them your whole attention.
Once again, you teased Hyewon by flicking her hard nipples with your tongue, switching between biting and licking the sensitive buds, before suckling hard on one breast, then the other, alternating between the two while giving the other a squeeze, and didn’t let them go neglected for any length of time.
“Ah shit! Fucking suck those tits,” she urged, and you complied with eagerness, feasting on her juicy swollen tits until her nipples with drowned in your saliva. Her hips went into overdrive, and she impaled herself on your cock with such force that you had to fight the urge to explode inside her, desperate to keep your focus on sucking her taut, delicious nipples.
“Holy fuck, I’m so close, I’m so fucking close,” Hyewon gasped as she took you into her warm depths and grabbed your face to press you deep into her sweaty cleavage, smothering you with her voluptuous breasts. “Fuuuuck, you’re gonna make me cum again. I’m gonna cum on your cock!”
It was with great pleasure that you found yourself in a compromised position where you could barely breathe, let alone speak. Not that you would ever complain about being mashed up against Hyewon’s sweaty breasts as she drew closer and closer to climax.
She wasn’t holding anything back now.
With your face buried in those immaculate tits, you could hear her loud, heavy breaths while her fingers tugged at your hair, and juices oozed down your cock, dripping down to your balls. Keeping up the breakneck pace, Hyewon used every ounce of power left in those wide hips, until she finally shattered beneath you, and moaned in your ears when she came. Her walls fluttered and turned into a vice grip to suffocate your cock with the tightest clench humanly possible, spilling juices out like a waterfall, as her body shuddered with every explosive pulsation.
The fireworks lasted for quite some time, and you felt Hyewon's legs violently quivering from the aftershocks, her body following along.
Eventually, her body settled down. When you were finally released from her deadly clutches, her messy juices smeared your crotch with the remnants of her orgasm, desperate to wring out every ounce of pleasure. Her hips gyrated one last round, nectar leaking down between her thighs and clung onto whatever surface underneath that was in her path.
Resting her head against your shoulder, Hyewon panted and fought to catch her breath. She slowly looked up, eyes glazed over with sweat dripping on her brow, as every exhausted muscle in her body came to a halt. “So good, you always make me cum so fucking hard...”
You didn’t say anything and only stroked her hair, then licked a stripe of sweat from her neck while you listened to the gasps and tired pants she made, eyes glued to her heaving chest.
“I need you to cum too,” Hyewon urged, that effervescent smile you missed returning to her glowing features. “You said you were gonna leave a load in me.”
A smirk formed across your lips. “I didn’t forget, I intend on doing that. But it won’t be in your pussy.”
Hyewon’s expression mirrored yours, as you snaked your hands around her toned, slender waist and grabbed two handfuls of her plump, inviting cheeks. “I want my cum to drip out of this.”
"Well, come get your wish then," Hyewon cooed softly, as she ran her tongue over your lips. So once she slowly detached herself from your cock, your wet cock plopped against your stomach when she lifted herself up. She walked across the room to one of the countertops and pulled something from her purse.
“It’s a good thing I always carry lube in my purse. Never know when my little pervert is gonna need it.” After that remark, she handed the small bottle to you, and it was up to you to do the rest.
“That’s my girl. Always prepared.”
“You want me from behind?” Hyewon asked, reading your mind. You both knew the answer to that.
Hyewon returned to the couch, facing the wall with knees pressed into the seat cushions, with her hands grasping the sofa's back. When she bent over deeply, those sexy legs spread wide on instinct, and you lined up behind her, perfectly positioned to see that tight, beautiful ass in all its splendor.
“Come pound this ass. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” she asked, looking back, like it wasn’t the only thing you had on your mind the entire time. To further entice you, Hyewon bent her ass over deeper and let her body do all the talking. Every deadly curve of her irresistible body would be enough to make you lose control on its own, so you couldn’t help but kiss her smooth, naked back while you opened the bottle of lube and began to prepare her.
Your mouth moved down her spine, peppering a trail of kisses on her bare flesh as one lubed finger swirled inside her incredibly tight asshole, and spread the slick liquid while both teasing and trying to open her up a little. “You ready? You ready for me to pound this?”
“I’m always ready,” Hyewon answered with both her lips and her eyes. Before you got started, you rubbed your hardened shaft between those pillowy buttcheeks, and the softness of her delicate creamy flesh made you even more impatient. After you coated your cock in a thick layer of lube, you nudged your swollen tip against her puckered hole, prepared to finish out the trifecta of bliss. You already felt her warm mouth and her wet pussy, so this was the cherry on top, the sweetest dessert after an already satisfying meal.
You could hear Hyewon take a deep breath, so you did the same, and with one smooth stroke, you plunged into her tight, tight asshole. Another deep breath, and you tried to push in deeper while Hyewon arched her back with a look of encouragement. With some incredible effort, the tip of your shaft disappeared into her snug back entrance, and you let out a sigh of relief—both because it felt so damn good and so damn tight that it almost hurt.
“Fuck, Hyem, that asshole is so tight. I can barely fit this cock in it.” Your hands held her hips, and you tried your hardest to work yourself into that hot ring of muscle that slowly welcomed you in.
“You can do it. Come on, open me up, fuck my tight ass. I need to feel every inch of you in me.”
There was no better encouragement than that. Once her muscles had relaxed, you started to thrust forward, and drove your cock into Hyewon’s plump ass, her pretty moans filling the room with each stroke. Little by little, it became easier to achieve deeper, more satisfying thrusts, with your thick cock pumping into her ass with ease, letting you savor the feel of how goddamn tight she was.
“Fuck, just like that. Fuck that ass. Fuck that ass like you own it. Because you do, it’s all yours.”
There was nothing better than those lewd words coming from Hyewon that encouraged you to fuck her in the ass. The secure grip you held on her hips tightened, just like the warmth you felt yourself casually slamming into, until you established a pace you enjoyed and pounded away at her perfect ass.
“God, Hyem—” you were very nearly out of breath at the pleasure that invaded your body. “Your tight asshole makes me feel so good. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”
And it was well worth the wait. Increasing your efforts, you drove deeper into Hyewon’s ass, and she took your harder thrusts effortlessly while your hips were relentless. You couldn’t believe how tight Hyewon still was, even after another long stretch of your dick hammering in and out of her clenching asshole. It was impossible to ignore the compulsion to slap those enticing cheeks that rippled whenever they met your hips, and that was exactly what you did, and spanked Hyewon several times until her cheeks turned a delectable shade of red.
“More. Please—more,” Hyewon pleaded, her voice laced with desperation as you kept the harsh slaps going on her silky, soft cheeks that matched the rhythm of your timed repeated thrusts. “Please keep fucking me in the ass with that cock. Don’t stop, fuck me harder, fuck—you feel so good inside me. You’re stretching my tiny little asshole so well.”
Those frantic cries and pleas made your hips oblige, so you moved with much more urgency, desperately pounding away much harder than before.
Rather emphatically, you buried the entire length of your cock inside her asshole to deliver a fresh onslaught of thrusts. Each rocking thrust sent her into another bout of pleasurable convulsions, and the harsh sounds of flesh made both of you scream out in pleasure.
“Fuck, this ass is so perfect. So fucking tight, this fat ass makes my cock feel so good. I’m going to pound your tight fucking ass until I explode.” Leaning forward, you kissed Hyewon behind the ear while you pumped in and out of her impossibly snug hole. With every reckless thrust, you were losing more control—your carnal desires threatened to take over, but you continued fucking her mercilessly while her mouth hung agape to let out cries of pleasure.
“That feels so good. Keep fucking my ass, just keep fucking me until you cum. I want that load deep inside me.” Hyewon had never laid out a better invitation.
Such a level of intensity wasn't sustainable—even as your sweaty bodies crashed together and begged for more. But for as long as you could, you would savor the tightness of this beautiful ass, even when the unfaltering pace put a countdown to your anal enjoyment. “Fuck, Hyewon. I can’t last much longer.”
“Good, because I’ve been waiting for your load. If anything, I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long. Between fucking my tits and this pussy, you’ve really got this stamina thing figured out.”
You heard her words, but they hardly registered. The only thing you paid attention to was the rhythmic beat of your thrusts, and the sounds of hot flesh against hot flesh, as you approached the point of no return. The point where you could finally give Hyewon what she deserved.
“You’re going to cum in me finally?” Hyewon asked, as she felt the constant twitches your cock made with every forceful plunge. You couldn’t hold back anymore, and held her sweaty body tight, as you made one more pass to wring out every ounce of pleasure into that tight asshole that planned on milking your cock, claiming the bounty of your seed.
“Yeah, Hyem. I’m gonna fucking cum. You’ve been waiting, right? For me to fill you up? I’m gonna give it all to you, gonna fill your tight ass to the brim until this cum leaks out of you.”
“About time.”
One more kiss to her back, and then you dragged your tongue upwards, yearning to taste as much of Hyewon as possible. Your body tensed up, and with one final thrust, you buried your head in the crook of her neck and shot your long-awaited load deep inside her asshole. When you filled Hyewon with cum, you felt an immediate surge of orgasmic relief that kept you pumping, and kept you emptying your balls into that hot, demanding tightness that wanted every drop to be drained.
“Empty it all, empty those balls inside me, keep filling me, fill me with all your hot cum.”
Only her voice could make you cum even harder, your orgasm extending when you heard Hyewon’s honeyed words, pleading and begging for more. But even after you had given everything you had, you continued to pump into her round, shapely butt to disperse your thick load inside her, desperate to keep the pleasure going for as long as your body would let you.
Utterly depleted, you stayed inside Hyewon, and matched the tempo of her heavy breaths, unwilling to leave the surrounding warmth that you wanted to live in. With your face nuzzled against her shoulder, Hyewon turned her head so her lips could meet yours in a tired, tender, loving kiss, full of gratitude and desire. “Thank you...it feels so warm, so thick…your cum feels so good inside me.”
“Anytime,” you muttered, letting tired syllables from your mouth as you got lost in the luscious taste of Hyewon’s lips, still sheathed inside. You rested against her sweaty body, knowing you would eventually have to retreat from her asshole that still gripped your shaft tightly, but you wanted to savor every second.
One more kiss, one more long, satisfying kiss, with neither of you willing to let go, but then in the middle of it all—you heard someone knock at the door. Panic immediately filled your veins. You had both forgotten this wasn’t just to serve your collective lust, but to pass the time.
“Kang Hyewon! We’re ready for you. Kang Hyewon?”
“Shit,” Hyewon whispered, while your dick still remained inside her tight hole. “Ah, yes! I’m here. Just a minute, please. I had to fix my dress, I’ll be out in a moment!”
“Nice save.”
“Shut up! Get your cock out of me and go hide in that closet. I’ll get dressed and deal with them.”
“Fine…”
“I’ll see you after the event, pervert.” As soon as your bodies detached, your pearly cum leaked from Hyewon’s wrecked, gaped hole, and it was a pity there wasn’t enough time to enjoy the sight of it. You scurried to grab your clothes and swung the closet doors open, stepping in bare-assed without a second thought.
Moments later, you heard the sound of a door being shut, and then silence filled the room. Hopefully, that meant no one else would enter the room to take notice of the mess left on the couch, or the smell of sex that permeated the air. How long you would be stuck in the closet, naked, you weren’t sure. But you would ride that euphoric high until Hyewon’s return, until you could get your hands on her body once more and repeat the process, albeit in the privacy of your own home.
A/N: Yeah, this woman is insane and way too gorgeous that my tiny brain proceeds to write a sudden fic out of the blue, OBVIOSULY because of this fic lmaooo. anyways, enjoy reading y'all and i got yedged.
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The class she exudes is phenomenal, making this small meeting between the both of you an exceptional tête-à-tête in her hotel room.
You never knew how famous she was, because looking back, she looks like a normal devil in disguise in a bar a year ago.
It has been complicated with her and even Chaewon—the situationship doesn’t help, or you don’t even know where to label the three of you in (a polyamorous description can be close, but all hell is loose whenever you say that with Chaewon’s possessive ass).
But right now, she doesn’t matter, not at the very least when five words pop up at the top of your phone as you’re doomscrolling.
yejisnothere - 13:44 — come here right now, please
There’s still this nervousness in you and you don’t know why. Maybe for the fact that you’ve actually fucked a celebrity or the fact that you’re meeting her in a place that’s possibly out of your league—perhaps, perchance.
But you dismiss that, knowing as soon as the door opens, a majestic Yeji is there to greet you. The photos she sent you got yourself swooning all over her, wondering how you could pull such a woman whose beauty is unimaginable, from head to toe and then reflect more and say I couldn’t ask for more.
You’re near her hotel, you can see the fans waiting around the corner that can’t wait for the Hwang Yeji to show up and be blessed by her presence—you feel them, you’d be on your knees for Yeji too (it would be the other way around but you get the gist of this). You step foot on the hotel as the concierge directs you to where she’s at—thank god the guards know who you are or you’d not be stepping room to her kingdom.
You go up, counting the floors as you knock on the door and where she’s at, and there she is, beauty crafted carefully and examined to perfection, by the gods themselves.
God, she’s gorgeous—you whisper on yourself, and her selcas feel unreal until you lay eyes onto her right now. She chuckles as she’s confused on why you’re acting like you’re spacing out.
She misses you, you can tell, and the feelings are mutual.
“Come on in!” You come in, and your eyes are just blessed with the fascinating design of every furniture, that expensive floral scent, and an angel like her—yes, you wouldn’t shut up on how pretty she is.
She pulls you in, towards her a little as you’re getting as red as a tomato right, and maybe her too. Normally, she would kiss you when the both of you are depraved from each other’s touch for more than a week, even taking things further than just peppering each other’s necks, but right now, she can’t be besmirched.
At least, that’s what should happen, but knowing her, she has other plans.
“Are you sure you really wanna do this, Yeji?” It is normal, you’re cautious and apprehensive considering a wrong move could spark onto something bad for the both of you, wouldn’t risk ruining the way she looks just to be in the headline of the news.
But she reassures you and she’s certain, after all, she owes you a lot, starting from the fact that you kept cheering her up if she’s going to do well in this incoming event and that alone is something worth appreciating.
As wholesome as this can be, she wants you so bad, now.
“They’ll probably know this, Yeji—you know you have something to preserve.”
“I know, baby.” She turns around so gracefully, catching that sweet-smelling perfume of hers and bends herself a little over the table, inviting you. “See it for yourself.”
You ask her again, and she consents. Red panties, as scarlet as her outfit and oh, a metallic toy inserted inside her rim.
“See? I know what’s at stake here, but there’s no way you won’t cum inside me so…”
So—you mirror her, hearing her filthy thoughts out.
“You’re going to dump it in my ass.”
This woman is insane—fucked up in the head, for sure, but still in a good way where she orchestrates how this ends as her confidence is a weapon, and you’re willing to be the one to be testing that. You grew confident with the way she sways her hips, and that sultry voice inviting you—damn, you really just wanna rip those panties off and be rough with her (she’d like that to happen, too) but there’s this caveat.
Keep in mind on what’s listed: one, don’t ruin her outfit at all costs; two, don’t ruin her makeup, her makeup artist will fucking kill you; three, don’t mark her skin; and lastly, cum in her ass, at all costs.
You’re goddamn ready, and you know that she’s in the same boat. Before proceeding, she whispers to you, “We could hang out later, but right now, I really need you to fuck me.”
That invitation is a green light, so now, being careful on hiking that designer dress up, and putting those panties just below of the pivot where her ass and her pussy meets, you tease her to get the both of you accustomed to each other’s heat, and for yourself to riled up. It was quick, and not even ten seconds you’re rock-hard thanks to the warmth her buttcheeks provide and the way her cunt invites you, and you give in and there’s no second to waste.
“God—Yeji, I forgot to even ask.”
“Oh lord—w-what, baby?” She’s visibly curious and ultimately, feeling that euphoric sense in her as you insert a third of your length in her.
“How much time do we need before they call you in, or if—god, anybody comes here?”
That’s a great question, and gladly, she knows. “About half an hour.”
You insert more, it’s now half of your shaft in her tightness, and you ask another. “Aren’t there cameras here? Do you wanna do this somewhere else more private?”
Fuck, that’s a hindsight, something that’s an anomaly on her perfect plan. “Fuck—let’s do it in the bathroom.”
You look around, and thank god, the cameras are nowhere catching the both of you fucking each other—even worse when your balls deep in her as you can’t get yourself to pull out of that pleasurable pussy of hers.
Unfortunately, you need to be presentable, dressing yourself up as Yeji whines with your cock leaving her cunt, but to fulfill what the both of you want, a pinch of sacrifice is needed.
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Expectedly, there’s nothing to record you fucking Yeji in such a glamorous outfit inside the bathroom.
It is as expensive-looking as hers—marbled floor, gradient playing between black, white and gold, and everything nice. You couldn’t describe how it looks apart from it blessing your eyes, but averting your focus towards inserting your length in her again, and pounding her tight cunt.
“God, you’re big—so fucking good inside me.” Yeji compliments, and you smile, mischievously.
The feelings are mutual—god, your cunt is tighter and feels way better than before—and you can’t wait to give her what she deserves. You thrust in, filling her up to the hilt then withdrawing with just the tip inside, then repeat. Those actions elicit dulcet moans out of her mouth, urging you to pick up the pace and knowing how she could take you well and the limited area of besmirchment, you’ll take on the challenge.
Normally, you would undress everything that’s on her, no matter how simple or expensive it is, roam your hands all over that perfect body of hers, mark her, kiss her lips and more, yet your refrain from that—discipline is a virtue, and she appreciates and understands that. You grab onto her hips though, at least knowing that you have a leverage to handle as you fuck her hard. Thank god the dress isn’t as tedious and distracting thanks to how well it hugs her body, and that’s a plus towards her stylist.
“God, Yeji—” You continue your thrusts in her, teasing onto the metallic plug, pushing in a little as you pound her and that alone elevates her wanton sounds of delight. “—you really are a freak.”
“Your freak, baby—god, I really wish I could do more on that cock.” That would be at least a wish for hours and hours, because you wish to do more about her holes.
That hint of frustration seeps in you, but all of that translates with how hard you’re fucking her. She grabs onto the edge of the sink harder, still careful not to damage those well-manicured nails of hers as she watched your face as you thrust in her in the mirror—you laid eye contact towards her, sweat forming on your forehead as you smirk in the reflection, and she just begs for more as you deliver new sets of thrusts.
She’s creaming on your cock and she can’t help it, and thank god, not even a drop of her nectar ruins her outfit and only your thighs and hers—that’s easy to get rid off, and that’s a sigh of relief. She’s moaning too much and urging for more that it concerns you that the other people outside may hear her, so you spank her harshly, warning her on what she's spilling. “You’re fucking loud, Yeji—control yourself.”
As if she can do that, but she notices it and obliges, gritting her teeth with the pain you delivered and the pleasure you bestow her. She closes her eyes, head hanging down as you keep your harsh pace on her cunt, even continuing to circle that metallic plug lodged in her asshole to test how much she can suppress her moans.
Those heels of hers is probably a victim at this point—repeated clacking, possibly smashing just the tip of it as her feet can’t control the pleasure your deliver onto her—and that sight alone is so fucking sexy, truly a sight to behold. Your eyes scan the entirety of hers, maintaining the class on her outfit, the elegance on that countenance as you ruin her cunt and fuck up the way she thinks.
Your hands roam around her thighs, tease the lips of her cunt a little as you don’t hold back and she’s the one to blame. She’s getting cockdrunken at this point, chanting the words about ruining her and fucking her up, and you know that could be genuine or words just to enable your further. The heart-shaped tip of her buttplug actually lures you into the abyss, but you refuse to, as she still has her image to protect and her sluttiness to be masked.
Oh boy, Chaewon is gonna kill you if she finds this out, so you operate in this clandestine session.
“I’m going to—” She gulps, gritting her teeth as her heels clack in tandem with your thrusts, and her words bait your curiosity.
“Going to what, Yeji?” You leaned down and whispered that. She chokes on her own spit, crying a little as the pleasure is too much for her, your cock molding the walls of her pussy that makes feel complete, the one that fulfilled her needs.
She replies, and with that vixen look towards the mirror, she mouths. “Your cock is gonna make me cum!”
You don’t edge her or anything as you fuck her through and through, her nectar spilling towards the marbled floor, and onto your ramping length ramming against her heat. Some stains her manicured feet and her heels as the smell of sex permeates the air stronger, rivalling the floral scent the air purifier provides in the bathroom.
Isn’t it ironic that you’re defining what this room really means? After all, the contradiction is great and a blessing for her—it doesn’t get any better to do such the filthiest actions in a room where people clean themselves.
You’re proud of what you’re doing, and Yeji appreciates that.
Her thighs quiver, a little weak from her orgasm as the way her walls hug you urges you closer to the promised land, and you’re about to break your promise. Thanks to your discipline and self-control, you slow down the pace and give her more thrusts before knowing yourself is playing with the devil—if you’re not careful, you would have deposited it inside her cunt.
“I know y-you’re close, baby—ah, god, give it to me.” Yeji is practically begging for your load, and you’re here to fulfill it. Knowing your soaked cock, you let Yeji relax her anal walls and then teased that buttplug that had been there for god knows how long then pulling it out, letting your shaft be the one lodging it.
“You’re fucking tight, Yeji—goddammit—”
“What the fuck—it feels good, ugh—” Those cacophonous sounds of pain, relief, and pleasure mixes up as you fuck her ass. Her shapely butt isn’t safe from you, as you show no mercy, smacking onto it as the pain lingers within it, Yeji hissing because of it as it doesn’t become the reason on why you’re gonna stop dumping her load inside her tight ass.
And all hell breaks loose and you cum inside her.
She wantonly expresses how great your cock feels inside her, as you bury yourself and deposit it all inside her tightest hole. The orgasm goes on for like ten seconds as every spurt paints her ass white, even thrusting leisurely just to fuck that load deeper and prolong your high but not everything lasts forever, your euphoria coming down as your his gradually slows down.
You pull out of her tight ass, marvelling over the ruined holes of hers, leaking with your own cum and her cunt? Oh, it has never looked so good glistening under the dim lights the lamp provides.
The both of you exchanged ragged breaths as you make Yeji relax her asshole again, insert that plug of hers inside and let her cum stay there for as long as she wants.
Well, let’s just say her anal virginity is now gone.
“God, that feels so warm inside me, baby.” She looks onto the mirror, exhausted as the both of you exchange laughs. “We should really try anal someday.”
“Such a freak, Yeji.”
You compose yourself and hers, as she’s grateful for the reward you gave her. Well, if you really tried to break her anal virginity, she wouldn’t be attending the event due to reasons unknown to the others, and your reasons for making her legs sore.
You should be thankful of this blessing: “I can still feel my legs, baby—I really thought I was gonna be fucked up.”
That earns a chuckle in you and that sigh of relief, but seriously, she needs to look modest than this.
“So, how many minutes left?”
“Probably twenty minutes more.” Yeji replies, as you help her fix herself. “Maybe enough time to get ready and spend so little time with you.”
Those words make you flustered, but there’s this thought that seems to cloud your mind: Such a freak, she is.
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You hear and see the headlines on your phone, so sudden: Hwang Yeji storms the Paris Fashion Week with her striking visuals and anything similar with those complimentary phrases.
You’re still blown away by how beautiful she looks, gracefully walking like nothing ever happened (only you know what happens, at least on your knowledge, it’s only you) and waving her hand towards those people that are screaming their lungs out around the streets of Paris, like the top-model that she is.
It still makes you lightheaded with a simple thought: she’s walking like that with your cum stored inside her ass, a plug preventing it from spilling out and causing a buzz in the Internet.
As you scroll down on your phone further and eat that richly-flavored cinnamon roll in front of you, you reminisce on those words she said earlier—we should really try anal someday.
And that hit you, maybe an experiment wouldn’t hurt so bad, right?
You text her, and you’re just hoping she’s free after this because you have way better plans with her, considering this one a force of habit.
SPECIAL THANKS TO @gangplanksorenji FOR THE COLLAB, I LOVE YOU. They are truly awesome and oh my lordy, Yena is life. And an honourable mention to @bunnsfw for the help with a transition.
Work is a bitch, definitely.
There's a boat load of reports– they climb your desk and everyone elses, sometimes you walk in and consider jumping out the window in an any% suicide speedrun. Those sleep deprived nights and coffee fueled days all become worth it at the end.
And by end, you obviously mean in the middle of the work day. Where you and your favourite co-worker find an opportunity to have a break, hiding in whatever unoccupied space you two can find. It’s been an established thing for a while now, you and Yena had a moment in the bi-annual ‘please stay with us party’ with some non-alcoholic beverage that was spiked with something certainly alcoholic. It motivated her to make a bold decision, a kiss and a blur.
She ended up in your bed that night.
Things shifted from that point, Yena got braver. She’s never explicitly stated if she likes you or she just likes to please, she doesn’t tell and you don’t pry.
Today's private space of choice is the janitor's closet, small and devoid of people. It’s dimly lit and reeks of bleach but it does get the job done.
She's all giggly when she descends to the floor, her presence forces you against the door. It's locked, you quadruple checked. "Have you done any of your papers yet?" she asks, fiddling with your zip.
You sigh, the answer is yes because you got here early– get home at 11pm, get there just before dawn and haul ass. "Barely, feels like the pile hasn't budged."
"That's because it hasn't." She states, your office trousers sit in a pile by your feet. Yena gives you that same excited, slightly needy look. It's her that started this and her who continues it. She has an oral fixation that she always tries to keep satiated. From the lollipops she crams in her desk, to the straws she has for every drink.
To the cock currently in her hand.
"Work's a bitch." You groan, partly because of the statement and partly because she's dribbling over your tip. Her soft hand stroking it with twisty motions. It feels incredible, looks incredible. Her office outfit, the blazer mainly– she looks so professional and so ruinable.
"Tell me about it, we only have 5 minutes if we get coffee."
"How much time if we don't?"
"We're getting coffee." Yena wastes no further time, her hungry expression being satisfied when your tip slides in between her lips. She doesn't have time to be slow, your cock is already hitting the back of her throat. She sucks and slurps, getting you messy. Your hands claw at the wall despite wanting to ruin her hair, not enough time to fix it.
"F-fuck." It's suffocatingly warm, half trapped in her slick mouth and the other half being squeezed and pumped. She moves quickly, thoughts of work and the timer disappear and crumble to dust when Yena bobs her head up and down.
Yena hollows her cheeks, a tandem act with her fingers. You moan and struggle, Yena sucks faster at your sounds. "You really want this coffee huh?"
She doesn’t laugh but instead keeps her lips firmly around your length. She was desperate for you to cum, her other hand reaching to massage your balls. Yena takes advantage of the overwhelming stimulation, your coworker knows exactly when you are about to cum. No need to vocalise it here at least, under different circumstances she wants to hear it.
Right now she wants you to cum and not get caught.
So she braces herself, working just a bit harder. Closing her eyes as you begin to throb, the orgasm hits you like a truck. Body locking up stiff as Yena's mouth gets filled with your pent up load, the stuff you've been holding while far too busy to even make five minutes. She's a professional in everything though, taking it without so much as a struggle.
When she's done, she gets off her knees. Unable to resist the urge to kiss you so you can taste how well a job she did. "I didn't get any on my outfit right?"
The excuse is pretty obvious, she twirls around and despite the fact most of her body is clad in office attire that leaves practically everything for the imagination she's still the hottest woman ever conceived. If you had the time she’d have her bottom half removed and you’d go to town, alas, the minutes are up so you'll have to settle for the imagination and the opportunity to touch her before saying a simple no.
"Good, it's annoying to wash out at a sink. Time for coffee!" She's swapped back to her normal bubbly office mode, the one that would make nobody suspect she just blew someone inside the janitor's closet. She leaves first and you wait thirty seconds before promptly following.
The office floor feels the same as before you left, unsurprising given your break was painfully short. It’s loud with its standard fluorescent hospital lights.Yena’s already back at her desk, looking like she’s been there for hours. She’s got her blazer back on, another lollipop and she’s typing up a storm with the focus of a girl who definitely did not just have her throat full in the janitor's closet.
And the coffee was the last remotely enjoyable part before you two had to lock in. Even though you work right next to each other most of the time there was no room to have a conversation, first off– your boss seemed hellbent to put a knife to the atmosphere, make sure no joy was happening on her dime.
Then there was just all of the work, you could take a building, double it then double that and still you'd probably run out of room. It's not just the quantity or even the quality you have to produce, it's just so fucking boring. This should be illegal, how repetitive this is. Money talks and you can't pay rent on your desires to abolish the concept of reports.
So, you get it done.
With a few shushed conversations in between, words may not be banned but are sure heavily discouraged. "So... why do you think our boss is always so uptight?" You ask with your head still buried in work, "I swear she wasn't like this."
"She wasn't. It's a stressful time with everything going on. Her bonus relies on us doing well." Yena replies, scribbling something. "Perhaps she should try a similar arrangement to ours, lots of co-workers call her smoking fucking hot."
"You agree though, I see the way you stare at her tits in that shirt.” You jab, it’s no secret. Yena becomes a cartoon with outstretched eyes whenever your boss bends over. “Imagine that, maybe we wouldn't be whispering."
“Shhh… it’s not so obvious right?”
“Super fucking obvious.”
And you two continued until dinner time, where you two finally got another break. Not to fuck, you two aren’t that depraved. Grabbing a quick bite to gossip over before walking yourself back into hell. Or perhaps purgatory would be more apt, hell implies active torture.
Post-dinner quickly became a deep night. The tapping of office equipment slowly disappeared, people vanished and the AC shuts off. Past the time they are willing to pay for, everyone has left. Except for you and Yena, it’s sort of your obligation to work to the bone.
Yena had taken off her blazer and had it donned over her chair. Sipping on another coffee, caffeine is her lifeblood at this point. The lack of focus was clear as day, she's twiddling with her thumbs, radiating ennui and spending more time stargazing than anything else.
"We could just go home." You say bluntly, the only reason you are here is for her and the inverse seems true. "It's a big enough dent."
She stretches and looks at you like you suggested something royally ridiculous. "No way, but we can stop working."
It's your turn to look weird.
"Think about it, we're on the clock sure. But who's going to know what we are up to?" She gets off her chair, 'towering' over you with a playful smirk on her face. "Exactly, you already get the picture."
"So you want to get paid to suck dick?"
"Wouldn't be the first time…"
"what?"
"what?"
You don't know how to transition from that, Yena leans forward and gives you one lone peck on the lips. Letting the taste of coffee on her breath hit yours, it's palatable when it's her. It lasts awhile, no longer being rushed to work and able to enjoy the moment.
Yena pulls away, dropping herself to one knee. Her hands are eager even with the given time. "Mmh, I was thinking about this. Five minutes was not enough." All barriers to the cock she wanted were gone. "Bet you were thinking about it more though."
"Only work." You lie, it gets a pout and her hand dry pumps your shaft. You relax into your chair, this is stress relief you plan to enjoy.
"Meanie." Her hand is replaced with her tongue, she eyes your cock like a prize– a snack that's been hidden away. She licks upwards one side of your length at a time, leaving a thin layer of saliva in her wake. "You were thinking of it, the way my lips will feel. How badly you wanted to grab this fucking ponytail and force my head down."
Fuck. The thought breathes out involuntarily between your lips, she gives a few more slow licks to the base and ensures it's well lubricated. "Maybe I thought about it once or twice…"
"All day maybe." She gives one swipe over the pre-cum pooling out, her plush lips closing around your tip. Her desire is palpable and exciting, she craves your taste like candy. Her hand is just as soft, working in tandem with her mouth. No matter how many times she sucks you off, no matter how often she makes you cum. It's just as exhilarating as the first time.
"You look cute."
She pauses. Just for a second, not long enough to stop, long enough to register your words. Then she sucks a little harder, like that's her answer. Her mouth is definitely your favourite part of Yena (sexually of course, as a friend it'd be her personality.) And her answering makes that more apparent. The softest pillows that feel good against yours or wrapped around you.
Yena lowers half way, she's a messy cocksucker to her own benefit. She drools and it dribbles downwards onto your balls. She takes notice and flaunts her complete oral talent, fondling your balls with her hand. You let out a very audible groan, thrusting upwards involuntarily into her mouth.
"Keep doing that, fuck Yena." She listens, bobbing her head up and down, continuing her worship. It's leisurely and as casual as dicksucking can be, accidental glances keep you grounded to your location and for once in an office environment you feel calm and even more so.
Content.
Something changes in the blink of an eye, Yena has a seductive smirk before unsheathing your erection. "You love me sucking this cock right?"
"So much."
"Mmh, I like to hear that." Yena runs her tongue over you again, starting at the base and going upwards. This time she's sloppy, pushing past the idea of filthy. Spit gets everywhere, every time she gets to the ridge she lets a river of saliva flow outwards. It's a sight straight out of your imagination, saturated in your cute co-workers spit.
She rubs your sensitive balls in firmer circles, this is truly the epitome of getting worshipped. "Do you think I'm the best in the office?" It's unfair of Yena to be asking this right now of all times, she has the advantage of being in the moment. Plus who could you compare this to? But you aren't blind, even when she hits a particular spot and forces your eyes shut.
"With a mouth this good? Absolutely– fuck Yena."
That was what she wanted to hear. She goes for it and descends down, taking as much of you as she can. You disappear into her mouth, the warm bliss is short lived by her gags. Forcing her to regrettably pull away. "Right answer, I'd have left if you said anything different."
"Don't lie."
She doesn't meet your eyes, still huffing. "shush."
Yena falls back into her rhythm, alternating between tongue adulation and bobbing praise. A grunt and a sigh escapes your lips, she’s so fucking good. The mess, the slurps. She’s attentive, dipping her tongue into your messy slit helplessly leaking pre-cum.
“You keep getting better.” Your praise is acknowledged with a flurry of quick bobs, relishing in your taste and scent. Yena seems dedicated to wringing you dry, not stopping and or slowing.
Minutes pass just like that, she pushes you right to the edge– has you throbbing and buckling but stops before you finish. “Mmh, do you like the way I kiss it?” She kisses it so firmly it makes a pop. “And suck it?” She demonstrates with a few more filthy movements of her head.
“So much.” You are completely at her mercy.
“I need you, I’m so fucking wet…” She pushes her face against your shaft, taking your balls between her lips and sucking hard. The last perverted act before she gets up. “Fuck me.” She leaves no room for denial, not that you would of course.
“Start undressing yourself, give me a show if you want it.” Your request is mainly to recover from Yena’s ridiculously good blowjob. She listens eagerly, starting with her black vest. Unbuttoning each one slow as one can, letting each pop. Slowly the fabric opens.
“I look good in this outfit.” She throws it somewhere before moving onto her white button-up. “I’m going to look even better naked and full of your cock.” She starts at the top, her shirt’s collar falling away to show the first inches of her smooth skin. It’s a shame her black bra intervenes from seeing her breasts, a short-lived problem though, easily distracted as she unbuttons the rest you get a sight of her abs. you don’t know how she stays in such shape and works this many hours a week. And she won’t share.
She twirls around, bending backwards giving a prime view to her ass while she wiggles out of the final piece of office attire. It’s another great part of her, so full and worth a feast, but she wants to get fucked too hard for that.
“If you want to see the rest you are just going to have to do it yourself.” She smirks and you take it as the challenge it is. Getting up, stepping out of whatever’s pooled at your feet and pushing her back onto her chair.
You grunt something as her bra unclips into your hand, her tits on full view for you and you alone. If she wasn’t looking at you with those eyes, the ones that say ‘I’m five seconds from losing my mind.’ There’d be a lot more enjoyment of her body, it’s a crime really.
One of those ‘oh no my duck is too juicy’ situations though, tugging the remains of her underwear and putting it somewhere nearby. She lifts her legs up and scoots closer to the edge, putting her in the perfect position to get fucked right then and there.
You lock the wheels to make sure she doesn’t go anywhere, don’t want to run a marathon while plowing your co-worker. Her slit is dripping with desire to get fucked five minutes ago, she’s greedy and you oblige.
Her lower lips welcome your swollen, spit covered head as it pushes in. Yena’s tight enough to choke every inch her walls grab onto, it’s addictive, requiring you to pace yourself very carefully.
“H-hurry up.” She whines, the way she breathes it out with pure need elicits something more sinister within you. An urge to do the exact opposite of her request. So you slow down. “Don’t be an ass.”
“I mean you could say please.” You tease.
“Please, are you happy now?” You’ve bottomed out, but you aren’t satisfied with her answer.
“Mmh, do better.”
“Please.” And that’s much more your speed, how quickly she submitted resonated something within you. How far could you push that boat out?
Maybe you’ll test her later. Her inviting warmth demands to get fucked and you go for it, thrusting in and out. She screams loudly at how you go from zero to one hundred, how big your cock is. (That was a fun confession she spilled by accident.)
“That’s fucking good!” Yena’s chair is just as loud as her moans, you withdraw and fill her back up to the hilt without struggle. She’s well lubricated thanks to all the exhaustive cock-sucking foreplay, adding another layer of filth to your length.
“T-tight.” You forgot to say the rest, mindmelted by her hugging cunt. Relentlessly plowing her, wet skin slapping against wet skin. “Fuck.”
“Fuck all that boredom into my slutty cunt!” The call to action is already being followed but you are happy to continue. “Mmh!”
“I’m planning to, until you cream all over my fucking cock.” Then a spark of motivation from a stray glance of her ponytail.
You pull out, yank her onto the floor, grab onto her hair and shove your cock right back into her mouth. “And use this mouth.” Yena gags and nearly chokes but she doesn’t tap or resist. Her fingers work at her clit while she gets facefucked.
It’s glorious, pushing your cock deep into Yena’s throat. Spit flooding out the corners of her mouth. As quickly as you start, you stop. Letting her breathe. “Oh my…” Yena is given a few seconds before you hoist her back over her desk, using the only free spot to have to ram her from behind.
Time melts away as she takes your harsh railing, clapping against her backside. Every thrust feels like therapy after a long day and her body is the stress toy. “Fuck me, fuck me harder!”
The ponytail feels just as good being used to release her moans as it is to silence them. Pulling on it harshly every few thrusts, you two have fully succumbed to lust and desire. With her screams and your loud groans the office space is completely encapsulated in your act.
You hope the janitors aren’t in the building.
“Yes, yes!” She tries to think but all she focuses on is the same repeated thrusts, you want to use her mouth like her pussy again. Throwing her roughly back on the ground, shoving yourself back into her mouth.
“Yena…” Her ponytail is frazzled but that’s quite fine with you, it adds to the picture of her ruined body. “Take it.”
Her vocals fail her, words being replaced with “gluk gluk gluk.”
Then you bend her back over the table, alternating between her holes recklessly. Continuing that pace. “Wait, fuck.” You sober up for a moment, “Doesn’t this office have ‘a nobody in past twelve rule?’”
“AH! Yeah– what time is it?” You swipe your phone, slowing your thrusts involuntarily to focus.
“Eleven fifty five.”
“Better fucking hurry up!” Yena’s previous work meant this was lightwork, rubbing at her clit with your spare hand. Fucking her as fast as you physically could, chasing both of your thrilling climaxes.
A few more thrusts and Yena screams, spilling her orgasm all over your cock. It doesn’t stop your pounding against her reddened pussy, fucking her through it. There wasn’t much time, so for the final time you infiltrated her mouth.
“Take it..” For the second time today you fill her mouth with your load, she doesn’t struggle at all. Swallowing every drop with a smile on her face. There was no time to recover, staying on your shaking legs as you and her got dressed in an impressive dance.
You get out at twelve on the dot.
Yena’s a mess, her clothes are fine but anyone who saw her would know she just got fucked. There’s an aura around her that screams ‘I just got a good fuck.’
“Thanks for the fuck co-worker.” Yena’s about to leave for her car, but you stop her.
“I have another idea.”
"I still can't believe you convinced me to call in sick to fuck my ass." Yena's not really that shocked, it's something that's entirely expected of you in the same vein it's expected of her to agree. You are both getting paid for this, which is fitting considering it feels like work pegs you all the time.
"We can admit we were faking it and then you can do some documents if you want."
She shakes her head. "And waste this cute outfit? Not a chance!"
It's a pretty cute outfit, one that radiates far too much effort for nine in the morning. Pre-planning has its perks, the white and red shirt that's entirely held up by her shoulder. Untethering it will make the entire thing pull down and from the small nubs visible through it she's forgoed the bra.
Then there's the shorts, somehow even shorter than booty shorts. Red and significantly less reserved than any of her office fits. It exaggerates her ass perfectly, revealing some of her cheeks before you pull them down. She's waiting for you to do something, an expression that's basically screaming 'fuck me.'
You grab her, tugging her shorts off– Yena wasn't wearing any underwear, her pink slit already slick with anticipation. Look lower and there's a pink plug bedazzled with sparkles, your hand naturally reaches out to touch it. "You really like pink hm? Looks good on you."
"Yeah! It's the sluttiest colour and that's what I am right?" She's teasing you for all that you said. "Just a cock sucking, desperate, addicted little whore."
"Am I wrong?" You challenge, your finger teases her slit. "You are dripping without being touched, that's pretty slutty." You push inside, a singular digit is enough to get moans out of her mouth. Last night was just the beginning, there had to be reservations.
Here though in her bedroom?
The only thing that will stop you is stamina, and even that won't stop you.
"So what? You won't do a thing about it." She'll regret those fighting words later, her face slips for a moment. Caught off guard by a second finger pushing inside. Her wetness is laughfully abundant, you have to resist the urge to shove her legs up and push into her wet cunt. Make her scream and lose her mind. And you manage.
"Would you like to bet?" It's back in her hands, like how your hand is embedded in her. Whatever she says next determines it all. The wet squelching noises of Yena are the backdrop to it all, she stains your fingers.
"I said you won't do shit." She reiterates and that's the last straw. Your hand withdraws, wipes the mess on her smooth skin. You are irritated, falling for the bait. Grabbing the lube off her bedside table, left so easily within range. So intentionally nearby.
She stays smug even as you pull the plug out of her tight rim, already lubricated but you plan to add more. "You're going to regret saying that," You sneer.
And then, while you lube up your cock. Yena does the unthinkable, she laughs at you– challenging and bratty. "Am I?"
You see red, taking all of your willpower to not immediately shove yourself inside and make her scream. Regret being the way she is, you are barely holding on. She laughs again at your struggle , trying to get the reaction she wants.
She won't get it.
Not now at least.
The oil in her drawer didn't catch your eye at first, but with her acting like this you have a new perspective on it. The large bottle fits nicely in your palm. Clicking it open and pooling it all over your hand, "You are such a brat, it's not going to give you what you want."
You smear oil all over her puckered rim, reacting to the coldness even if she didn't. Just attempting to mock you again. "You can just admit that you won't do anything."
Her sensitivity betrays her exterior when your middle finger pushes inside, just to the knuckle. It's a small catch, a little moan. She's dedicated to it now, the route she wants to take. Your hand is dripping with both shiny oil and helpful lubricant, glistening in artificial light.
"You'll be the one begging for it, remember last time?" Your finger pumps in and out slowly. "'Fuck! Turn my mouth into your filthy worthless fleshlight!'" You mock, repeating what she said last night after the whole affair. She huffs, eyes rolling to the right while she attempts to make an excuse.
"I was taking pity! Trying to make you finally fuck like a real man." Her excuse makes little sense, and you add a second digit. "And see? Just using your pathetic fingers because you can't handle it."
You keep fingering her, it's lack of pace is misery for your poor cock. It's desperate for Yena's hand wrapped around it, to be inside her holes or fuck her mouth. Every second untouched frustrates you, but it's the fact your bratty coworker is even more so that pushes you forward. Her facade can't hide every trace of frustration.
That makes it worth.
Minutes pass and your own need eclipses your desire to make Yena wait, fingers retracting. "Turn yourself around, you can handle simple directions right?"
"Hmph– make me, fucking loser." You grab onto her waist, flipping her over so hard the bed shakes.
"Fucking brat." The sight of Yena's bubbly butt makes your mouth water, smooth bare and begging to be defiled. "Useless for everything but making me cum."
"And doing reports, you'd be drowning without your best co-worker."
"Sometimes, mostly just a fucking distraction that gets us in trouble with the bosses." You pour a deluge of oil all over her ass. A stream of transparent thickness bending light on its way down. Your hands rub it all in, groping and admiring her firm cheeks.
"Oh no, my smoking hot co-worker sucks my dick twice a day! Whatever will I do?!" Yena's smirk can be heard alongside her sarcasm even while turned around, it's something you punish immediately with a brutal spank. She yelps and pushes her ass forward, silently begging for another hit.
"Shut up."
You get into position, your swollen tip rubs over her messy slit first, you push it in for a moment. Her walls grab onto what you give and her unsatisfied body's actions whine out for more.
But that's all she gets, her wet warmth was not the target this morning.
The little moans she tries to hide with snark are pure ear candy, her puckered rim resists your cock. Ungodly tight and impossibly difficult, the highest form of consummation as it starts to relent. Inviting you inside, but you aren't in a rush. Yena's an impatient brat and you'll break her into begging soon. Inch by inch takes its sweet time to slide in, disappearing between her cheeks and inside.
"Why are you so slow? Scared you'll blow too early?" Her words don't carry the same roughness when she's quivering, her hole sensitive to getting stuffed.
"Brats don't deserve to get fucked." The words leave your mouth breathily as you bottom out. That's all she gets, no thrusts or external stimulation. Just the feeling of getting stuffed.
"Does my bratty ass not deserve to be ruined? You are already inside of my slutty hole. Just waiting for you to stop being a loser and take it." It's a masterclass in bait, the degradation of herself slips casually off her tongue and for a moment you nearly concede.
"You don't deserve it, you are just a tight cockwarmer and nothing more."
"Fine, I'll do it." Her hand moves– sneaking around and attempting to give herself the relief. Two fingers aiming to grant the pleasure you refuse to give.
You stop it before she starts, seizing her wrist in your hand. She tries to wiggle it out but your firmness triumphs.
"Not a fucking chance." You punish her sly deed with a flurry of swats on her right asscheek, blooming red underneath
"What's the problem sweetheart? Worried I can make myself cum, worried I don't need you?" Her other hand gets locked and pinned.
"Need you?" You chuckle deeply, taken aback by the sheer audacity to say those words right now. When she's just an outlet for your pleasure. "I don't need you, I could jerk off and you'd be worthless." You aim for the words to get a reaction, the second before she replies is a reaction enough.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Hm? How so?"
Yena lowers her voice, seductive and lacking levity. "Because the feeling of my holes hugging your dick of yours is better than your hand could ever be, sweetie."
You pivot. "We both know you'll crack eventually, cock addicted brat." Yena's walls can't stop clenching around you, it's in her DNA to please even when you give her nothing. You could cum just off this if given enough, though that wouldn't be satisfying. You live for the triumph over Yena in this moment, to prove her wrong for the love of it.
"Ngh, asshole." You let her hands go as a test, to see if she can be trusted to keep her hands to herself. And in a way, she does. Because she immediately tries those antics again. And this time you've had enough, looking at the belt you have on the ground. You didn't come here wearing clothes that needed a belt, it was solely for the premonition you'd need it.
Fortune favours the bold, you suppose.
You don't remove yourself from Yena's snug ass, keeping yourself firmly embedded as you lean down. She leans alongside, with a stressed lunge you manage to swipe it. "Keep fucking still." You growl, tying the belt around her arms. Locking her movement behind her back.
"Just fuck me sweetheart, get it over with." The nickname really gets on your nerves, a simple diminutive. And it's designed to cause you to lose your mind. It's so close, but you exhale. Spank her one more time.
"Beg for it." Then you can hear a pindrop. Absolute silence.
"No. Do what I say." She tries to be stern.
But she doesn't have the authority here, tied up on her bed. "Sweetheart." You take her diminutive and throw it back at her, finger teasing her slit she tried so desperately to touch. The slick is even more abundant now, it's comical how worked up she is.
It feels like an eternity how long you two sit in this position, a back and forth. You push Yena to the edge, rapid fingering for a second then a minute of barely touching. She starts to crack at the seams, she doesn't have that same umph or defiance. It's beautiful to see.
Then finally.
"please…" Yena's too quiet for your liking, but you are fair. Moving deliberately, pulling out leaving just the tip and then just as languidly back in.
"Come on, you can be a bit louder if you want to do that badly."
"Please..! Pound me." A bit better, you speed up.
"Say what you are, prove you want it."
"I'm your slut! A needy brat who needs her ass fucked! Please." The last part sounds pathetic, makes you feel so powerful. All your pent up frustration snaps, an obsessive urge to make her scream more.
She screams so deliciously as her tight hole gets fucked with all the force you can muster, sudden whiplash scrambling her mind. Your hard length pummels into her, making her oiled cheeks jiggle. Yena's getting fucked like a fleshlight, the humanity both of you have is replaced with a compulsive urge to ruin & be ruined. "Ah! Fuck you mi–ght r-uin me!"
"Good! That's what you fucking wanted right?" Yena slumps into her bed, you grab her sprawled out hair. Forming a shoddy ponytail before yanking her upwards, she cries out euphoria while she takes all the pain and pleasure.
"Fuck! Yes, yes!" Yena's unable to adjust, moaning out shrilly. "It's s-o fucki--ng good– more!"
"Don't tell me what to do, take what you are given– fucking brat." Your cock twitches, her desperation is so fucking addictive. You ram into her without care, balls slapping against her slit. Her bedroom is scorching hot with sweat and sin, it's dripping down your forehead and fuck.
"O-okay!" You overwhelm her, getting into a proper rhythm. Every thrust is followed by a disrespectful spank and a tug on her hair. "Thi-s!"
She's fucked stupid in record time, crying out while you abuse her hole. It's easier now, your cock stretching her out and claiming the space as its own. "Taking it so fucking well!" you continue treating her like the slut she is, all on her mind was the feeling of her asshole getting ravaged.
"Ru-in– me! Fuck, plow my ass! T-reat me lik-e your person-al bratty– whore!"
"That's all you fucking are, worthless slut."
"Yes! Please, please! Fuck! I'm so close!"
"Tell me when."
You keep slamming into her body, letting go of her hair to deliver the harshest fucking you can. The same repetitive motions push her right to the edge, so close to her climax. She moans and then finally shrieks "I'm going to- fuck!"
That fuck screams desperation and frustration as you pull out, her gaping hole clenching around nothing as it begs for your cock. She grinds against the air in an attempt to get something, anything. "W-Why?" Yena's voice croaks.
"Do you think you deserve it? After all of that?" You tease, chuckle. "Defiant, difficult brat."
"I'll listen to whatever you want! Please just let me cum…" Her voice is laced with as much need as her body sweat, you pull her forward and redirect your slaps to her rock hard pink tits. Getting fun delirious moans, it's the only pleasure she'll get.
"Beg, sweetie."
"Please! Take advantage of my ass and just make me cum! Fill my slutty hole with your cum, do anything! Just. Please." She grovels, you are very horny otherwise Yena would have to wait a lot longer. You flip her back around and get on top of her. She lays prone as you take her.
"F-fuck! I'm so close, please just let me!" Yena's a desperate whore and you don't mind letting her cum if it means you cum.
"Cum." With your words Yena loses her mind, one last piercing moan and she orgasms all over her bed. You decide there's only one place for your load, "Fuck, going to flood this tight ass."
Your orgasm hits you just as hard as it hits Yena, thick spurts of your load coat her anal walls. Completely and utterly filing her up, she moans at the warmth. Pulse after pulse she's made yours, thrusting to extend it as long as possible. When it's done you pull yourself out, watch as your filthy load gets pushed out.
"Damn." You lay next to her, heavy pants fill the space as your chest heaves.
"Y-yeah.. woah." It seems like you are both coming back down to earth, the intensity of it all.
"Can you untie my hands now?" You freed her sore limbs from the belt's shackles, giving her freedom.
Yena gets herself up, climbing off the bed and gingerly limping her way to the shower. Though that sight confirms you weren't finished, the shared cum on her thighs. The messy, frazzled hair. Her red and flushed body.
You leap forward, Yena's shock is seen on her reflection in the mirror. Her makeup and all the other useless stuff on her desk. You are still rock solid and Yena's ass welcomes you back inside, every snap of your hips forces your cum back in deep. The mirror grants the view of her robbed while she was on the bed, her squeezed shut eyes, her forced open mouth that has an endless stream of moans.
"Fuck! Oh my god!"
"Did you think we were done? Not until this ass can't sit down without remembering my cock ruining it." Her hands press against the wood, it does little to stabilise herself. She's at your complete mercy, your hands fondle her tits. Just letting pure desire motivate you.
"Yes! Make me cum again!"
"Don't fucking hold back, cum your brains out." You watch in delight as her body already seizes, orgasming onto the carpet. You've really done a number on her, continuing to ram into her overstimulated body. Reveling in the whole scene, her tamed state stares back at you for a brief moment before her eyes involuntarily close enough.
"Keep going!"
You pull out of Yena just long enough to take her to the floor, pushing her feet up by her head as you slide into her ass one more time. This angle was perfect, she's fucked out of her head. Just a wailing moaning mess desperate to cum again, you commit to giving her one more. It's primal and unapologetically raw, you have no energy left to tease or mock.
Just to finish.
You chase it, ignoring the feeling of burning muscles and increasingly exhaustion. Just focusing on the deep, impactful, forceful slaps against her crotch. Yena's overwhelmed body cums again with an orgasmic screech and that's what pushes you over the edge. In a last second move you leave her snug warmth, climbing over her body as you stroke yourself to completion all over her pretty flushed face. Watching as a load just as strong as your first defiles her. Thick white paints over every inch, a stray shot splashing over her tits before you fall sideways onto the carpet.
She pants, you pant, both desperate for oxygen that refuses to enter your lungs. All of the adrenaline seeps out of your bodies and is replaced by ache. "You really did a number huh?" She breaks the tension, voice hazy.
"You okay?" Your eyes look at her, if you weren't so exhausted it'd inspire a third round. Her cum stained face angled towards you, though the filth blocks her from being able to see. It's also on her thighs and her tits. Marking your co-worker/brat and claiming her as yours. Despite the mess you give her a comforting kiss on the lips.
"Never been better, just help me to the bathroom please?"
Yena sat scrolling on her phone, an additional mattress of pillows underneath her body. It's like nothing's ever happened, like you two didn't just fuck like rabid animals for the last hour or two. "Ow…" She whines when she readjusts.
"Are you alright Yena? Like, honestly." You move the hair out of her left eye, still slightly damp from half assed drying. She smiles and you feel like a few weights have been taken off your shoulders.
"Of course, that was… intense. But, it's a day off and all."
You want her to say more, but she hasn't any other time.
She won't, that's part of the flair you suppose. Maybe she's not comfortable letting herself be herself, doesn't want to say too much. It's not something you'll push on, not something you have to.
It isn't your place.
If she wants to be reductive, wants to keep things simple. You'll let her.
Especially if it keeps you two doing this arrangement, feelings are overrated.
A/N: hello orenjideul! not-an-official-official comeback just to kick things off in this year and my 4th writerversary! hoping there's more to come in the future and enjoy reading! also, shoutout to woolly and @mintwithchoco with this amazing prompt! glad to participate and unhibernate myself mwehehehehehe <333
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“Have you ever thought of yourself as some insatiable douchebag?”
“The second yes—and the first one is subjective.” You hint at your cockiness, and Chaeryeong’s eyes just roll, done with your presence even though you’ve been with her for approximately a minute.
“So are you going to flirt with me or hear me out, hm?” You love teasing her to the point where she’s boiling, and it’s like the air you breathe, something you can’t live without. Even with the troubled past between the both of you, you never gave up on her, and this is your only outlet to keep yourself from doing the unthinkable.
“Alright, Chaery—why’d you even call me here when you’re trying to kill me with your eyes?”
It presses her, but she maintains her composure, setting aside your differences and her tone subsides, almost like it was never the girl you knew before. “I need you to do me a favor.”
Your eyes lit up, in all ears as you fixed your posture in your chair. “O…kay… what is it about?”
“Don’t think of this as something between us, okay? I still fucking hate you but you’re the only one to help me out with this.”
This girl is genuinely desperate—you just know, because you can feel it starting from the way she’s talking to you. Whatever she has to offer, you know she’s serious because it’s not just the emanating presence of hers.
“But before I say this, are you willing to help me out?” She’s soft-toned, almost trying to convince you as you get lost into her striking eyes, and immediately snapped back to play with her patience.
“What if I said I don’t want to?”
She stares daggers at you, pausing for seconds as you anticipate for the worst.
“Then forget I was ever here, asshole. I don’t even know why the fu—” You cut her out, managing to stop her from getting out by her arm, as she’s visibly pissed with what you said. This is probably you drawing the line and you know it’s time to be serious, so you did—subtly apologizing as she maintains that deadly stares towards you.
“Jeez, god forbid I wanna joke to you, Chaery—”
“Do I look like a joke to you? Every damn time?” You could have agreed with her, but you push your inner demons out of the box of possible replies. You are eager to help her out even with such a peculiar relationship between the both of you, so you’re now composed to listen to her.
“No—I was joking! God, okay… what are you even proposing?”
“Well…” She wears that subtle seductive expression on her face, as draws closer to you and makes herself inviting for you. “You know my boyfriend, right?”
Now she mentioned that, you may have a slight hint about what she’s wanting you to do, but you could never be so sure because one wrong move can end this conversation in a pissed off Chaeryeong and a lost cause “you”.
“Yeah, what about him?”
Chaeryeong rolls her eyes, then a heavy sigh follows right after then directs her eyes towards you again. “He’s a fucking asshole, like you, but worse—like way worse.”
“Wow, that got me hurt a little there.” Your sarcastic tone is evident, yet your curiosity is still piqued and eager to find some answers—Chaeryeong wouldn’t describe her boyfriend like a total douche out of the blue. “Wait, what even happened to him? The both of you?”
“Actually, a long story and I hate to say this but I know you need some context.” She poised herself attentively, sipping that last bit of frappuccino before she utters such surprising words. “Ryujin actually got that asshole caught when a leaked sex tape of my boyfriend and that bitchy Yunjin got loose on the group chat, and she was there and sent it to me as soon as she knew who was in it. Ryujin said they deleted the link but it was too late, all hell breaks loose and that man should go to hell for that honestly—god I hope he rots there, holy shit!”
She was thorough, pissed and most importantly, heartbroken. Even with the masked anger and enthusiasm of her voice when telling you what even brought into this mess, you can feel that her throat felt daggers in each word laced with hatred. It’s hard to believe her story, knowing they only started their relationship for about five months but you know how the tides can come crashing, and how things can end—obviously, knowing your past with Chaeryeong, with all of the highs and the lows.
“Okay, okay, how long did you know this news?”
“Three days ago.” A sigh follows, clicking her tongue as she directs her gaze towards you. “And I know exactly how to get revenge on his cheating ass.”
You chuckle, interested in what she may propose because you may perceive things wrong about the reason why she called you here in the first place. “What can you possibly do, hm?”
She’s an inch closer, then her mouth whispers. “We’re gonna fuck.”
She drops a one-liner, laced with unambiguity, and lacks frivolity—her tone showcases the weight of what she said, is that she truly wants to do it.
“W-what?”
“We’re gonna fuck.”
“Y-you—me, we’re gonna fuck? Wait, wait, Chaer, let me get this straight—” And you’re not expecting that, at all. You’re just thinking if she just wants to hang out with you and mend the broken parts, or even give her some advice about the situation but not a straight-up pussyfucking? No, you did not just hear that right and you’re still shocked, but you’re not turning down the offer—you’re not a virgin and neither is she, but this was out of the blue completely.
“—you want me to fuck you and what, show it to him so the both of you are in the same boat?”
Chaeryeong laughs and flashes that cocky smile, before enlightening you again. “Not show him blatantly—I’m not stupid. On how I found out about his mess is how he’ll find out mine too.”
Jesus christ, Chaeryeong is insane. You can’t disparage the creativeness, though—it’s a great payback for someone who started the fire, and you’re completely getting the gist of the situation.
“So, do you like what I have in mind?” Chaeryeong asks, and you’re still dumbfounded, but totally getting in that zone.
Again, you still have feelings for her, and she wants you to help her out even in ways crazier than what you think, you can’t turn it down. Plus, you are not missing out to besmirch that beautiful, toned body of hers and feel every inch of her again—that is Lee Chaeryeong, possibly the hottest woman in existence.
Took you a couple of seconds, but eventually, you signed a deal with the devil itself. “I do. And like, there’s nothing I can really do, no?”
“Aish—” Chaeryeong rolls her eyes, hisses at you from another annoying banter. “—if you don’t want it then I’ll find a guy who fucks better than you—”
“As if somebody can?” You grab her by her arm again, and this time, it’s intentionally intimate, directing her body closer than yours just to let her feel the heat and the perfume emanating on you. Even in a public area, your subtle movements still blushes the hell out of her, and she can deny it.
“Y-yes… I can really do—”
“But it’ll never be the same, right?” Your hands roam towards hers, accelerating the heat between the both of you until Chaeryeong snaps back, discarding the way you made her flustered.
“O-okay—let’s just get out of here.”
You agree immediately, knowing the both of you won’t do anything interesting in thai cafe, but instead, direct those into her place, where she suggests the both of you should go.
And there you go, what a reunion between the both of you, huh?
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“So, which phone are we using, hm, baby?” You pepper her neck with kisses between those words, and she can’t really form a coherent response knowing how well your fingers stroke her nether regions. All she can do is moan then answer, and you’re completely loving this side of Chaeryeong and you’ve fucking missed it—you know she does too, and she’ll eventually be vocal about it.
“Mine, o-of course, holy shit—can you stop? We’re not filming anything yet.”
“Well, don’t you want to get riled up first, Chaery?” Your hands roam around her thighs, her abs, then back to her velvety lips.
“I’m already fucking riled up, don’t you tell?” Yes, you can tell, with the way she moans and shudders upon your touch.
“Yeah, I know—I’m just being rhetorical.” You plunge your index finger now and she yelps, eliciting that honeyed moan you’ve been longing to hear for months.
“God, just let me feel you already.” Chaeryeong begs, her submissive spiralling down as time goes by. You can’t really contain it anymore at your end, your cock begging to be freed from the frustrating restraints.
Knowing your dominance here, you command her to undress your bottom-half, and she does, not wasting a single second in doing so despite her hands shaking with the earthquake your dexterous finger is doing in her pussy. You plunge another finger, and she’s going to lose it but she successfully undresses you and strokes your rock-hard cock to bring you the pleasure she’s feeling. Wanting the initiative, you set up the phone near the corner and pressed the ‘Record’ button as the show of sin is about to start, and all hell will break loose soon.
“I can tell you missed my cock, Chaery.”
“And I can tell you missed my holes.”
The feelings are mutual between the both of you, and after all of this foreplay, it’s time to dive in the first phase of this debauchery.
“On your knees, please.” You pull out of her lips, as she catches her breath then smiles at you. Surprisingly, she complies without any rebuttal, going down and stroking you off to rile you up even more.
“God, I missed sucking your cock, daddy.” There’s the word that just enables you to lose all your morals—that one magical word really turns it all upside down. You’re glad she's learning and still applying her ways when the both of you are still together.
She’s a little nervous, you can tell, but that’s genuinely fine considering it’s been a while since she does this to you but you can tell she’s a natural—it’s the way she pursues in licking your tip, her incredible suction, her hand caressing your thighs and playing with your balls. She’s taking you well and truthfully enjoying your shaft, and it’s only getting started.
“God, fuck—it’s damn good, Chaery.” You’re stroking her currant locks, an outlet to the immense pleasure her mouth is distributing throughout your body. The ohs and the pleases of hers was now gone, but her gags and silence of her taking your cock screams volumes of satisfaction. You keep complimenting Chaeryeong, her eyes gazing towards yours as she keeps you intact, her hands grasping your thighs for leverage on a much harsher pace.
The red blur consisting of her persistent bobs is just a way to tell you’re in heaven—she keeps on going and not pulling out, determined to really give you what you needed and what she is great at for all of this months
“This cock is so perfect, daddy—god, I could suck this for days and days.” She’s now playing with your sensitive balls, cupping them and urging them to grow closer to her prized possession and knowing her advances, you won’t let her, even if you’re feeling the peak of euphoria with the way she blows your cock.
“Just get my cock wet, Chaery. Stand up.”
Chaeryeong is still cockdrunken, not stopping peppering your cock with kisses and your balls with her saliva as you repeated your command, averting her attention towards you then pouting.
“But I wanna suck more of your delicious cock, daddy—am I not doing good?” If the latter was intentional for you to stroke her ego, then you’ll believe that. Either way, the question needs an answer and she is nowhere near failing to make you feel elated.
“You’re doing great, Chaery—but I’m going to fuck you now.”
Chaeryeong stands up as you command her to place her hands to the wall and face it, and she does willingly. You admire the way her perfect body moves, and it’s drawing you closer to fulfilling your carnal desires once more.
“But daddy, I want something.”
You're in all ears, interested in what she wants to offer you again (possibly). “What is it, hm?”
“Do it in my ass. I want you to gape me open, daddy.”
God, her words. It’s slutty, straightforward yet simple and it’s fucking you up so bad. You bend her over more, ensuring the phone records everything and for the sight of her toned back being arched—it’s just the eighth wonder of the world: Lee Chaeryeong’s back arched and naked body shivering in need. You could never back down on gaping her open, even though the temptation of fucking her cunt and popping her cherry again is clouding you, you never go wrong on using her tight ass and pushing yourself to its limits.
You spank her harshly as she yelps in the sting of the pain and the hidden pleasure it brings. You tease her puckered hole with your wettened cock, as she’s whining on how needy she is for you to plunge her and fuck her open.
“Daddy—there’s lube h-here—oh god. Please use it and split me open—god, I need it…” Your eyes avert towards the small bottle on her desk as you grab it, then pour a reasonable amount to your cock and her puckered rim, then teased her even more. Your lubricated fingers tease the dripping lips of her cunt, then her tight hole, plunging a finger in it just for the love of the game.
Chaeryeong is shivering in need, and she’s just pleading for you to split her ass open.
“Daddy—p-please just—fuck my ass right now. Oh god, go slow first—ahh!”
There you go, the temptation was too much and you can’t contain it. Your cock invades her asshole in a slow succession, getting you and herself accustomed to the tightness and girth the both of you are experiencing.
“Fuck, you’re tight, Chaery—so fucking tight. God, this ass is so good.”
“Your cock is just too fucking good as I remembered—f-fuck! Go slow, daddy!” Chaeryeong please carnally, and you fulfill it, thrusting in slowly, pulling out at a leisure pace, feeling every inch of her tightness pleasurable and cherishable. Your hands grasp her hips as her hands play on her clothed tits and her naked cunt, matching the pleasure you’re experiencing. It goes for more than twenty seconds, maintaining this pace as she starts thrusting onto your cock, signalling that she’s getting used to it faster than you expected.
“Daddy, please—fuck me open.” She uttered those needy words as she looked on her shoulder, and knowing she said the green light, you immediately up the ante, rocking her body as you hands roaming around her body.
Every inch of Chaeryeong’s body is truly magnificent and deserves to be worshipped, and not to mention her rock-hard abs that you always love to caress whenever the two of you fuck. Sure, her sizable tits are great but her abs are just the one that makes you feel butterflies. So you did just that, roaming your hand around her midriff and slapping her ass on the other—this is just the perfect chemistry of a great fucking session. Your handprint now marks onto the creamy, porcelain skin of her butt, yet she begs for more.
“God, look at you—look at how much of a fucking slut you are for my cock, Chaery—” Here comes that hint of degradation, and she’s loving it, pairing it will your smack and rough thrusts, all she can do is feel too stimulated and to agree on anything you throw at her.
“This was your plan, huh? A pathethic plan just for you suck my cock and fuck your tight asshole open? Was this all you ever wanted, you horny fuck?”
“Yes, yes, yes! I’d let everybody know how much of a slut I am for your c-cock—ow! Oh, fuck! And I—”
“Yeah, what else, hm, Chaery?” Your inch closer towards her ear while maintaining those rough thrusts, earning herself a moan from pain-pleasure she receives as you make her struggle to form a coherent answer with the way you finger her cunt.
“That I—”
“That… what?” Another slap and she gasps and whines from the pleasure, her brain not thinking straight as you groan in every thrust, her tightness hugging the living hell out of your shaft, drawing you closer and closer to that high.
“That I—I am t-truly built for you to f-fuck—ahh! That you're the only one that can fuck me this good, daddy!”
You ignite the flames, and it’s all getting loose. “Not even anyone? Not even your pathetic-ass boyfriend?”
Chaeryeong fuels anger once you brought him up, but that doesn’t make it so that you can stop fucking her, but it’s a fuel to earn that answer that you love to hear. “Fuck him. I don’t give a fuck about him—you’re the only one that can make me feel this good—o-only your are, daddy—ow!”
And you’re satisfied, letting her cum.
She’s been begging for that release, and so you did, making a mess out of your hand, her thighs and onto the marble floor. You didn’t stop your rough anal assault though, continue to pump her ass she’s on her orgasmic trance and it’s just a sight to behold—her disheveled hair, toned back, your handprints on her ass and her gaped hole, it’s just all too good to be true.
Yet here you are, living that life and fucking the hottest girl in existence, downright submissive and ready to fill her up with your cum.
“God, I’m fucking close, Chaeryeong.” You really are close, so you pull out of her asshole slowly as it surprises her, but you have your own fantasies needing to be granted. As much as you want to fill her asshole up with your seed, letting it stay there for hours and make it run down her thighs, you have other plans that become immediate in you.
You turn her around, letting her back rest against the cold wall as your throbbing cock is inches away from her pussy, and she didn’t expect what you want to happen as your orgasmic high. “Stroke my cock off until I paint your abs.”
That made her eyes sparkle in interest and it’s the least of her wants but if that’s what you wanted, then all she can do is oblige. Chaeryeong pumps your shaft with a breakneck pace as your hand caresses the pivot between her back and her ass, and inches her closer to your shaft. You moan inching yourself for the release as it inevitably came, spurting copious amounts of cum on her midriff, her tits, her hand and even dripping some towards the lips of her cunt.
You advance yourself to kiss her on the lips, a long, passionate one as every second that passes sparks that euphoria in you apart from your satisfying release. It goes for like twenty seconds before everything settles down slowly, but you can still see Chaeryeong’s hand stroking your still hard shaft off.
“Can’t let go of it, huh?”
“You can’t blame me, daddy.” She’s right.
Since she’s still cockdrunken and thankful with the load you painted her with, you propose a great denouement. “Why don’t you clean me off, baby?”
She nods, but without dropping a line that may change the course of this night. “As long as you’re gonna stuff your cum in me, I would love to.”
That will eventually happen, and you can’t take down that invitation of hers.
She eagerly obliges, without any hesitation or anything that could cut the chase off. You cut the recording before Chaeryeong proceeds to do her wonders, and you submerge yourself to her expertise.
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The minutes turn into hours and eventually, you opted to sleep with her for the night and there’s nothing much of a choice after another steamy session in the shower after gaping her ass open.
As the night grows older, you realize and reflect on yourself on all of the wild and sudden events that had occured: Was this the right thing to do?
It isn’t but you can’t turn down on Chaeryeong and knowing she didn’t start this mess, the both of you can’t be seen as the villain of this conflict.
Whether this ends on a toxic, good note or the opposite; even if she still hates you for dear life or finally fucking it out of her, one thing is for sure: you’re definitely going to get Chaeryeong back, whatever it takes.
2026 already?!?! wait, this blog needs to be undusted—
hello orenjideul! i still hope you know me because this blog has been really dusted for like months and months, haha... but anyways, i just want to say some thanks on the past year even though it has been the most seldom it has ever been ever since i've started writing. i was really busy with my studies and other hobbies to the point that i really stopped writing in the start of august (last year of course). but then, even with this hobby being set aside, i still have that passion and that fire in me to write because i never want to end my journey on a cliffhanger or anything. i still want to provide some content, genres and plots that i want to share with you humble people of the igloo!
i really miss writing, i really do. but you know, eventually, i'll come back and be like before, but then, as always, hoping to be improved with the way i write my stories of filthy and wholesome fiction. i am always trying to learn everyday even outside of writing, so any lesson i'll come and absorbed will eventually apply to the way i shape my stories.
i have biggggggggg plans for this year and i'm hoping to finish my gigantic drafts and possibly collabs this year and lemme tell you, the amount of threesome in my incoming fics will be in—
OKOKOK i gotta chill i'm getting too ahead of myself there but anyways, happy new year everyone and thanks for the support and being with me in this journey. y'know lovelots y'all and keep safe!
anyways, this is the best birthday girl here ready to share her small strawberry HAHHAHDSHDSH she's so fawking adorable
the orange will hibernate and do some stuff now.... byeeeeeeeeeee
also, one more thing, about the kinknuary series, maybe i'm not gonna meet the quota i think so maybe i'll release them per month instead and i'll make sure it will be a great read for y'all. ok genuinely that's all annyeong—
frisky ur the goat tbh...... this got me fucked up the day it dropped and couldn't believe my eyes........ but now it's a step to something that i should freaking write
A/N: Hello Orenjideul! This fic was supposed to be out as a BFH but I got busy so whatever haha. I feel like this should out in the draft hell since my folder's getting stacked and dusted (rip) but anyways, hope you guys like this pretty quick bit.
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The ebullient sounds of the audience roars around the stadium, and you contribute to it with a single percentile. The match is getting exciting at this moment, considering how a single home run changed the course of the game yet someone isn’t in the same boat as you.
“This is pretty boring, argh—” The girl is unfiltered, not giving a care on who may hear her despite her opening pitch earlier that made the crowd erupt in cheers.
“Don’t say that—a wrong word that comes out of your mouth could get you in trouble, Chuu.”
“So?” She raises an eyebrow, following a coy smile as you sigh in little disbelief.
She doesn’t care, and you couldn't care less—her pettiness is something you despise, an attitude worth removing with teaching her a lesson but that won’t even make her learn anything.
“What do you mean ‘so’?”
She brushes you off, looking at the distance, reeking with boredom, and with nothing much for Chuu to say right after, you just avert your attention back to the game where it’s getting spicy.
“You know what—whatever, I’ll go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” You couldn’t care less even if she leaves the stadium (metaphorically, you do, yet realistically, you won’t let her) knowing how you’re getting more hooked with the game in front of you.
Letting Chuu by, you nod to her as she just looks at you and flashes out of your sight, through the door, then averted your attention towards the possible climax of this stupendous game.
“Hope this delivers an exciting ending.” You hope it does, and you’re looking forward to what happens in the next minutes.
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Almost a home run, and the waves of cheers erupt as the pitcher poises himself to throw the ball until a buzz in your phone piques your attention.
jiwooya__ at 5:58 PM - “come at the restroom rn plsss”
You at 5:59 PM - “why am i gonna go there with u?? something wrong?”
jiwooya__ at 5:58 PM - “yeah, just come over pls pls”
The ephemeral conversation sums up: her needing your help on something, an immediate call for you, and possibly another game from her—you know how this can end and whatever the outcome may be, you would welcome it with open arms because it’s Chuu and you can’t resist her.
You’re quick to get off your seat and excuse yourself, not giving a damn if the game’s getting spicy or not.
“This better not be a waste of my time...” You’re optimistic it won’t be, rather suggestive or not, you’re in positive spirits with what trick she may have up her sleeve.
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You’re an easy bait and no one can blame you for that—like earlier, you can’t resist Chuu, not even in public places like this and you doubt anyone would care if something may happen here, the eruption of cheers that quakes the stadium says otherwise.
“It’s pretty compact here, don’t you think?”
“It doesn’t look like it—” Chuu’s eyes wander around the bathroom, sensing possible dangers to unveil such profanities. “Besides, this is the perfect place.”
It was all part of your plan, and hers—it was all an act out there, because deep inside, the both of you want to discover the thrill of the underlying threat of being observed, but you’d love to keep all of what’s bound to happen for you and you only.
You’d make it clandestine, a secret that will be locked just between the both of you.
“Can’t wait any longer~” Chuu’s tone teases you, legs uneasy as you could sense her wetness beneath such a hot pair of jeans that accentuates the fine build of her ass. You can’t let yourself die out of impatience, a cruel death that’s not worth as your hands did an audacious move—gripping her ass and pulling her closer to you.
“Me neither.” It’s simple, enough for Chuu to receive the message with clarity as your lips lock hers. An entangled mess comes right after, hungrily exchanging torrid kisses with tongues dancing around gracefully with the aim to taste each other.
She’s insatiable and you can’t wait to just do the unthinkable. Knowing her patience is running low too, she knows this isn’t the reason why the both of you are alone together in a restroom.
“Been wanting this for a while.” Her breath blesses your face, just inches away as her seductive barrage of words comes after, not without her hand finding its way onto your clothed bulge that’s growing with every second that passes.
“Elaborate, Chuu.”
“Huh, you wanna hear the things I want to do with your cock?” She chuckles as you nod, Chuu then fixing her hair and tucking it behind her ear just to whisper these words: I want to stroke your cock until it leaks all over my fingers, then, I’ll suck it sloppily just like you always wanted, and then, you’ll cum all over my face, and it’s not just going to end there, because you’re going to pound me in front of this mirror until you drain your balls into me.
You’re fucked, and you love it. Chuu doesn’t just say it all because she wants to, because she’ll mark her words and she’ll fulfill her needs whatever it takes.
“So, you in?” Simples words as a smirk paints your face, then nodded knowing how much you fucking liked the dirty talk she’s escaped.
She doesn’t need to be commanded, because it’s in her nature to know what she’s an expert at, and she’ll show you why you won’t find a girl like her—she’s just that type of girl. She drops down to her knees, dexterous fingers coming right after, unbuckling your belt and undressing what fabric that just hinders her to her deserved reward. She can undress you with her eyes closed, and with just your boxers as the last bit of defense, she exhales and drops it down with one, swift motion.
Her eyes glimmer in lust and admiration, your erect shaft in sight for her to savor for the umpteenth time. She places her hand around it and brings shivers down in you, the coldness of her hand rivaling the emanating heat of your cock.
She strokes it, you wincing with that hint of pain until she spats on her hand and continues her expertise. “Just want it slow? Give you some room?”
As much as you want to tell her to pacen up her strokes, you want to savor every second of her dexterous talent, a pleasurable drive that’s downright commendable. “Like t-that, Chuu—god, your hands are a blessing.”
“Already stuttering? Oh my, I really did turn you on, hm?” Those doe-eyes that only have innocence as its façade, begs for your answer as she continues her work until the base of your shaft.
“What do you think, hm?” It’s rhetorical and you know it as her laugh says otherwise. She averts her eyes onto your already throbbing cock, leaking such a minuscule amount on the slit where her tongue laps the gifts, making your knees weak.
“I fucking love you—and this cock, god.” Her handjobs are just the side dish, because the main course is being delivered immediately, lips enveloping on a tight snug that earns a moan out of your lips. Her strokes on your base are continuous, massaging the hardness where it stands tall yet you crumble, and it's evident with her lips venturing deeper, almost taking half of your shaft to really test you.
If she’s not careful, she’ll knock down the architecture of your legs, and she’ll pick up the pieces once she’s done.
She just swirls around your sensitive crown, dethroning your attempts to resist her utter control. She licks with passion unwavering, moreso, her lips sucking you off like a lollipop with a suction that rivals even a vacuum. It doesn’t end there, because she’s just starting this, and she’s not even bobbing her head frantically to the point where the both of you become a mess.
Well, speaking of that, she’s fulfilling her promises, one by one.
“Shit—that feels good, Chuu.” You’re hissing, a hand cradles her head, then your fingers running through her locks as she bobs with a pace that’s moderate, yet her experience shows evidently—her absence of gag reflex, her tongue licking wherever it lands, her hands fondling your balls and her lips that’s wringing out the best bits of pleasure from you. Her bobs are in this recurring pattern to die out the inevitable building inside you—slow, fast, slow—and it’s just perfect, because you’re moaning like you mean and encouraging her that she’s doing great.
“Keep sucking—shit, you’re really a filthy cocksucker, aren’t you?” You taunt her but it falls deaf onto her ears, continuous with her pace and what she’s great at.
Saliva seeps out of her mouth, dripping onto your balls that she’s taking care of, until such a hot pursuit was hindered, ejecting out and looking at you with delight. “I am your filthy cocksucker.”
Then she continues, only this time, she’s locking eyes with you as down she goes, relentless with her oral pursuit of greatness.
Her nails are digging deeper, gripping your thighs harshly yet not enough to mark you, as she’s bobbing more furiously, the saliva staining her orange top and the puddle of worthless clothing of yours—rather rendered as worthless, the intention of the commotion says otherwise. She’s slobbering all over your length, gawking with the succulence as her actions are repeatedly dangerous and rightfully audacious—she doesn’t care if her mascara runs rivulets onto her cheeks or she messes the clothing full of saliva, because all that matters is the fulfillment of the need.
She’s just bringing you down slowly, piece by piece until you break as she’s relentless, but she knows what her limits are, and releases such warmth out with a loud pop.
“Are you close? You’ve been throbbing more than before—like my mouth that much?” She’s igniting you, words that unlock a safe that’s your reservoir, slowly filling in and nearing the end. You’re not going to be under her spell, not this time, and as much as she thinks you’re lying, there will be a single answer to her rhetorical question.
“No and yes, Chuu.”
She’s stroking, wringing it out leisurely and you inevitably grunt as she does so, a mischievous smile directed towards you as she seems appalled with your answer. “Elaborate, please?”
She knows she’s fucking you up, barely got any space to genuinely articulate a sentence, what more about a simple elaboration? Well, it doesn’t matter whether you answer or not, because your earlier reply is enough to stroke her ego, and she’s giving it all, stopping the feverish pumps and letting her mouth do the job.
Let’s be honest, with the suction Chuu provides, the plumpness of her lips and her mouth complementing the shape of your cock, you’re not going anywhere far as the inevitable builds up quick on par with her pace. Albeit the lower ground, she keeps your lower body in check, ultimately powerless to move as all you can do is embrace the warmth she brings. You’re gripping those dark locks as a leverage, not restraint and decelerating her pace because this is the outlet you have to combat the pleasure she delivers.
You want to thrust and fuck her throat just to suffice the filthiness that’s orchestrated at your end, and with those doe-eyes glimmering with lust, she’s quick to assess the situation and nods as her lips just puckers at the tip of your cock.
“Do it—” She laps the drool that dribbles onto your underside, licking fervently as she continues her verbal approval. “—fuck my face—I know you’re dying to do that.”
With her disheveled look begging to get your job done, you know it’s the green light. She doesn’t need a breather even if you ask her to have one, because she is that addicted to your taste that she can’t bear the vision of being depraved by it even for just a second. Your pace is immediately ruthless, and you wouldn’t give such an introductory act considering how she slobbered all over your length earlier without giving a damn with the mess she can make.
The pace dictated didn’t render herself useless, being used like a toy, but instead battled against your roughness as she bobs repeatedly alongside your thrusts, which makes her falter a little, gagging onto the rapid actions of filth. Your thrust, do a couple and she gags—it’s beautiful, all that pretty countenance just to be ruined within minutes as your control dominates her. Chasing the nearing high, your hands grip a handful of her hair, a leverage to muster greater pace, skin clapping and her repeated gags reverberating around the restroom.
At this point, someone may suspect something suspicious between the both of you, and thank god her mouth is shut thanks to you because you know how much noise she can create in such a filthy session with you.
“Fucking like t-that, hm?” You tug her hair as she looks up at you with glee beneath the dishevelment, nodding with just those eyes as you continue your assault, yet she never resisted, only carving more.
You’re dying to paint her body with your cum, you really do—nobody can blame you for that, not when her outfit perfectly accentuates a godly figure. Despite that, you can’t just do that immediately when she’s still all dressed but just a mess.
Just a mess. Well, you should really fulfill her needs and add up to the monstrosity.
You pull out as the saliva-sheathed cock is throbbing relentlessly, as Chuu catches her breath but her words contradict her visible struggles.
“Hah—hah, I c-can—can take more of it—fuck me more, please.”
Her grip on your thighs weaken and ultimately, you’ll do what you need to do.
“But I can’t, Chuu.” Your hand raises her chin, as she smiles and anticipates what you’re about to do. What she had in mind might be right, and you’d know it’s imminent. “Stay fucking there and make me cum.”
She does what she’s told to and does it with eagerness. You’re on your wit’s end as Chuu’s fingers wrap around them and muster a velocity unparalleled, slick with her drool and messing her up. She closes her eyes as she knows what’s about to come, and she embraces it.
White, pearlescent streaks paint her porcelain skin, splattering and coating almost every feature of her face as her awaiting mouth receives plenty of her reward. She hums in satisfaction with what you’ve given her, the warmth complementing the hotness the both of you are in and the succulent taste that she’s been yearning for quite some time.
This is far from over and she knows it, but for now, you marvel at the fruit you bear—an outstanding sight, her face covered with your cum and it’s filthy in all of the right places.
She parts her lips, hitches a breath and opens her eyes just to meet yours painted with utter satisfaction. Sweat forms on your forehead and it’s worth effort, ruining her in a space where risk lingers around the corner.
Even with the marvelous sight, you’re still not done with her, and she knows that.
“Get up.”
“Why?”
“You know why.” You didn’t hesitate to outpower her, grabbing her by the wrists and flipping her over, facing the mirror. “And I’m fucking you up to get the job done.”
You meant it, and she gets herself ready.
Your eyes just darts onto her fine ass accentuated by those tight jeans (thankfully), its scrumptious volume allowing you to really test its integrity with a single, harsh spank that makes her yelp, and bite her lip. You see it in the mirror, a clear vision that she’s genuinely enjoying this and so you did another until you know to yourself that you shouldn’t play with your food.
You tug, she wiggles and you spank. It repeats for another time as the lust emanates the air the second that inviting face of hers exactly points out her reasons to fuck her—it doesn’t get any better than this and you know it, you’re damn impatient as much as she is. You undress her pants slowly, down to its ankles as your cock throbbed to the sight of a monumental wonder of nature and you’re glad to see it firsthand, nobody being blessed as much as you are.
“Red ones, hm?”
“Like what you’re seeing? It’s your favorite shade.” Chuu knows you well, and you can’t lie. You just can’t help the fact that this looks like she orchestrated herself for you to fuck her publicly, anticipating with the right moment of the possible embarrassment to come and risk of being caught.
“You’re really a fucking slut—you did this intentionally, didn’t you? You wanted me to fuck you at this very day, hm?” More spanks wrings out cries at her end, a sweet disposal of the masked pleasure. She laughs and kept that gleeful face on hers, nodding because you debunking her sole reasons was just a piece of cake.
“You alwa—o–oh! Fuck, t-that’s great…” She grows weak, the second finger teasing the cameltoe formed onto those panties, feeling her wetness evident as her hands grasp the concrete of the sink and close her eyes.
“Keep d-doing that—oh!”
“Grab the sink, Chuu.”
“What—ow!” You spank as your command renders deaf on her ears, the pleasure finally getting into her and she’s submitting slowly to you faster than you’ve expected.
“I’m fucking you with my fingers—be ready. Grab the fucking sink.” She does what she’s told to, gripping tighter as you plunge a finger, half with its depth and she moans in reply—that alone is the driving force to tease her, plunging another just to elicit that same, sexy moan you love hearing.
You thrust in and out, a repeated process that orchestrates sounds in such a rhythmical and discordant pattern even with such a benign way of introducing yourself into her clit. You swipe and slowly make her descend down to her carnal desires, and your eyes sparkle with each passing second that passes, drooling with the fact how much it turns you on to see her dripping, glistening under the lights and her legs shuddering due to your own actions.
Guess you need to really start the show, for the better for both worlds.
Chuu knows you can’t contain it anymore, unleashing the beast, setting up the pace and going to “home-run” all over her backside—
“Fuck!” She swears at you, laced in goodness of what she’s feeling as your exposed lengths envelops another eventful paradise, plunging in deep and withdrawing with just the tip resting in it. The pace is sluggish, much intended for your comfort rather than hers, getting accustomed to her tightness that still surprises you until this day. You hold her hips and she holds the side of the sink tighter as your thrusts grow harsher and deeper, the profoundness driving you into insanity as Chuu spews profanities that reverberate around the puny restroom. It’s not just her dulcet tone that is an ear-candy, but also the clapping of your bodies against each other, a sound that adds to the erotic soundtrack that’s purely an abomination, your greatest creation.
She grows louder and it alerts you, so with an immediate action against it, the domination truly shows and it starts with you reprimanding her. “Shut y-yourself or we’re going to be fucked and you’re not gonna like it—do you understand?”
It’s surprising how articulate you could still be even with thrusts nigh-unbearable. Your other hand is occupied shutting her mouth up, letting her muffled screams vibrate on your hand as her eyes portray the sight of being satisfied, and it’s all shown in the mirror just to fuel you to take it into the extremes. It will be, but you’re still having the semblance of humanity left to just fuck her in a pace that she can take but if she talk right now, you know that she’ll beg for more and she won’t break—the former, an absolute chant yet the latter can be debatable.
Thank god the cheers and the sounds outside rivals the absolute sinful cacophonies the both of you muster, and you’re thanking the blessing in disguise with that. With the climax of the game being evident outside thanks to the sounds of the audience, now brings the opportunity to bring spanks onto her butt that makes her grit her teeth in pain and pleasure.
You let go of your hand on her mouth to let those beautiful moans out for your ears to be blessed again, and she wails in pleasure with your pace and the harshness your hand makes contact with her ass. The sight of a rosy hue is the fruit of your efforts, and the events occurring in such a stingful session is a sight to see—a jiggle of her ass was enough to make you riled up even more.
You’re gripping her hips and you can foresee what can be her—
“Shit! Fuck, more, more! G-god, just fuck me real g-good…” Chuu is utterly fucked and she’ll thank you for it. She snapped and there she goes, you reading her like a book—she’s going to beg for more and with her numerous pleas that isn’t even registering in her head totally, you fulfill it anyways knowing it’s the route that you’ll inevitably pass.
“Fuck m-me—my ass—shit, more!” Your hips muster a velocity that is uncertain, but ultimately frantic and in for no-return. Her juices just stain the tiles and thank god you still have some time to discard her pants away to the sinful scene where her nectar will fall into, and at that point you know you’re breaking her apart slowly. At this point, Chuu is just blabbering with nonsensical jumbled pieces of existing words that will soon be more incoherent when you put the final in the coffin.
“You fucking like that, huh?” She nods in the mirror, those cum-glazed lips smiling after as she closes her eyes, savoring whatever that’s stimulating her and the pleasure you’re bringing all over her body.
“God, fuck! Ah, you’re crazy!” You pull her hair and make it as a leverage for you to fuck her truly. The pain stings but is translated as pleasure the second she feels it, and it’s evident because she’s been secretly talking about it and with the live reaction, oh, it’s all right there for you to hear.
You spank her and she bites her lip, you hissing at her remarks. “What did I say? Shut your fucking mouth.”
You’re vulgar and she didn’t care, even dropping the honorifics when you’re dropping her pants. You thrust repeatedly until burying it deep in her, making her moan so sultry and cry in pleasure, as lean towards her and whispered, “You want my cum again, hm?”
You slowly oscillate your hips, kissing her nape and ear as she replies an audible yes that enables the green light for the denouement of this spectacular show—spoiler: you did this before and you’ll never get tired of doing it again.
You pull yourself back, grab Chuu’s waist and run your hands towards her clothed tits, caressing it as she moans with your actions and cries once you return to your original pace. It went for possibly twenty seconds that felt like minutes on how heavenly she feels until you lean towards her again, this time, announcing the very thing she wants to hear again.
“I’m going to fucking cum, Chuu.”
You’re nearing the end and it won’t be in her pussy.
Well, here are the reasons why: firstly, you don’t want people to see your reward marked onto her pants and that would be unhygienic; second, she haven’t earned that luxury yet as per the situation the both of you are in; third, it’s a damn risk to it knowing it’s a sudden invitation by Chuu because you don’t want to risk these things; and lastly, you might just need to add up to the mess on her face you plastered all over her earlier.
Reasonable arguments, and it’s easier to be done than being said.
She doesn’t argue with your principles and wants, but eagerly obliges as she brings herself down to her knees again, stares at you with anticipation and her mouth agape. You know she really does know what she’s doing when she’s initiating the actions, stroking your cock frantically as your knees shake a little due to the pleasure her hands bring.
“Come on—cum on my face, right he—” She doesn’t need to finish her sentence when yours does, spurting strings and strings of cum on her already disheveled face, flinching whenever it gets on her forehead and savors with her hums when it gets on her tongue and lips. With the final orgasm that possibly lasted about ten seconds, she still wrings out the leftover cum in your slit, even licking it clean to savor your succulence, then smiling towards you because of the gratification.
“God, you still came a lot…” She still grips your length, admiring it as she slowly strokes it for good measure as an ending.
“It’s all your fault, Chuu.” You reply back, chuckling as the both of you exchange smiles. Chuu licks her lips and wipes her face full of your cum, the messy liquid being tasted by hers and she commends that taste, and you roll your eyes because of that.
Now, with the adrenaline diminishing slowly, the both of you are grasping the situation as the both of you get dressed up quickly, and Chuu is cleaning up the mess you’ve made on her face.
“Shit—I’m sorry, Chuu—was I too rough? Sorry if I came too much—”
“No, no, it’s fine—I can retouch and reason with them later. You got me pretty sore though.” Her bubbly smile takes effect and reassures you, and you trust what she can do to reason herself out of this mess. You got her ready and you know it’s still a risk even going out, even with the busy atmosphere around the stadium.
Chuu just smiles at you, smirking even with a single sentence that follows. “We should do these things again, I never knew it would be this fun…”
You’d be truly damned if it was to be fulfilled but you’re foreseeing the inevitable, and it’s just about when would be the next time such sin would happen.
well, probably i'll revive myself to say that DUDE there's something in this yeji that's just stupendously jawdropping and SOMETHING that is fucking me up omfg......
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“We can’t be d-doing it here. You’re a crazy girl, Yeji—shit.”
Her lips glide on your shaft effortlessly, taking you whole like it’s nothing and considering her nature in this expertise, and it’s not a doubt to even consider something to fail and her even give you an ounce of mercy.
Impeding is probably prohibited in her dictionary, because with the way she’s fucking her lips even deeper, you know you’re here for a ride.
Wait, a reassuring moment should take in place and there it goes, a simple pop audible and her drool seeping out and a mess in the crevices of her mouth.
“No, babe—they’re not going to find me.” Those striking orbs present an immediate immobilization towards its target, and that is you, frozen in place as she continues to stroke you leisurely. “Besides, I’ve done my part and my manager wouldn’t mind me doing my own business with you.”
This girl is devilish, sending a responsive panic towards you until she laughs it out, teasing you and your shaft.
“You’re joking me, Yeji—”
“Relax, babe, no one’s going to know—no one’s going to know how hard I’ll suck you dick here.” And there she resumes her masterclass, perfecting her craft and you’re here to marvel with the product.
She’s going to be the death of you, and you’ll write that in the stars.
A/N: Hello Orenjideul! This was just a quick fic I worked around just because of this Wonyoung look that got me on my knees. Hope you enjoy reading this one and one thing, lips.
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Let’s be clear and concise, once and for all, she’s a slut.
She knows she is one, and you do, too. The world isn’t ready for who she really is, and she knows it—again, you know it too.
All is mutual with the Jang Wonyoung, because behind that chic and angelic beauty of hers that breaks standards and defies expectations, is a mask worth commending.
A mask that’s something worth concealing, only for your eyes to see.
“Please.” Wonyoung pleads, a mere attempt for you to attend to such necessities of a princess like her. Even if she’s truly one, she needs to practice something worth mentioning—patience.
Even if it’s not in her vocabulary, you’ll mark it in her own dictionary, even if it takes you thousands and thousands of tries just to make a dent, to imprint it in her brain once and for all. “You have to wait, dear.”
“No.”
“No?” Confused and dazed, a sudden reply to such an immediate remark is the balance.
You hate the temptation within you, not falling for the very thing you are destined to destroy. The false confidence in you would say your words can change her, Wonyoung acquiesced within your lips’ breath but you’re dreaming too much.
Herself fails you, but not to the point where you’re bound to really fail because soon enough, she’ll regret this.
Wonyoung grabs your wrist, an action worth perplexing yet disregarding it is the last straw as always. “Have some composure—aren’t you supposed to be with your friends? Yujin? Rei?”
“Am I?” This pretentious brat is really getting on your nerves. Ignorance is bliss at her end but you know it isn’t, her obliviousness and mere encouragement of being true. “Feels like I shouldn’t be.”
God, what made her to possibly be like this?
If the both of you are just alone together, you could have easily stripped that clothing away from her and fucked her tight cunt through and thorough, making her learn her lesson for hours but no, she’s testing you.
As much as you want your tone to be as cordial and soft as possible, it just provokes Wonyoung’s hubris towards the roof, knowing deep inside you’ll break like a dam.
“Don’t you really care, hm, Wonyoung?”
“Your cock or them?”
It’s funny how she’s still standing composed with her two feet, all thanks to you and your discipline.
You know Wonyoung couldn’t help herself at this moment, lost in the trance whenever your presence permeates with hers. Even with all of her suggestive invitations, comes a quick smirk from you or total neglect, and she hates it and you love seeing it. Knowing her attempts are futile, her last resort is going to be something unhinged that really unleashes the perfected craft of brattiness, and you’re ready for it—you just know she’s going to do it, knowing her too well.
Her question falls audible in your ears, knowing damn well it levels up the pent up exasperation towards her, and now, you’re being vocal about it. “If you think I’m going to fuck you here, think again.”
“So you’re going to fuck me?” It's the umpteenth time of her obliviousness, and you can’t just bear to play with her anymore, not when you’re going to just hear the inviting pleas that will make your ear bleed with lust.
She may think you’re a hypocrite with a feeble mind that’s unable to commit what your heart is telling you, a man not worthy for her and that possibly breaks you apart when she’s talking about your ego. You have your own tricks up your sleeves to play against, knowing how she can’t possibly live a week without your length rearranging her guts or a taste of such excellent succulence—each party has their own kryptonite, a condition that shuts both your mouths up.
If this is the case, then you’re winning by a large margin, and you’re going to be confident with that.
“Yes, you fucking slut—but not here.”
You’re getting fed up, and that curls a smile up her lips as she stops you, arms enveloping yours as she looks at you with those orbs glistening with lust and that look that brings you down to your knees—a look pleading to fulfill her needs, and you’re on your wit’s fucking end to give in.
“Please, come on, I need it—need you, daddy.” Of course, she grooms you with a name that defines your discipline, a temptation worth giving in and the commitment that’s worth the try—it’s a simple word yet it enables something within you, and Wonyoung knows how close you are to breaking.
You sigh, a nuanced breath that allows Wonyoung’s thoughts to run deep, thinking of ways that could bring herself the victory she deserves (that’s for her). “Don’t call me that.”
“What do you mean, daddy?” Another one, another fucking one and the thread that’s preventing you from falling apart from composure is getting weaker, and clearly, you’re not going to last long with her enabling words that fucks you up.
In all gravitas, you’re going to make her regret what damage she’s doing, and you’ll mark your damn words.
“You call—Wonyoung, just stop, it’s not going to work.”
“What’s not going to work, daddy?” The foreplay of words is astonishing, to say the least, her choice of words clearly a mirror of who she really is, herself and the other side of her craft. Wonyoung grabs you again by the wrist, her eyes glimmering with her only motive towards you, and at this point, it’s effortless to ignore her and her sexual pleas.
She yelps when you turn the tables around, pinning her onto the wall with her wrists gripped, making her paint that anxious face that curled up that cockiness in you. “I’m going to tell you this now, Wonyoung—you don’t really know how to wait, huh?”
Wonyoung’s lips quivers, tensed with the beast inside you unshackled and ready to pounce onto its prey ruthless, not without playing with it and that’s exactly your motive right now–-you will let her know why you own her and why such virtue should be applied on her, and you’ll make sure she’s going to learn her lesson from now on.
“Are you really this much of a slut? Can’t wait before we go home to fuck your brains out?”
Wonyoung shuts herself, her eyes in contact with yours as you hiss. “Fucking answer me!”
“Ow—it hurts, daddy!” The attempt was deemed futile, as she smiles towards you knowing she's going to be treated like how a princess deserves, equivocally, of course.
“Answer my damn question, Wonyoung.” Your tone is stern, demanding for an answer from a girl that’s bound to be compliant soon.
“Sorry, d-daddy—can’t help it when I’m around you.” You know she can’t and you know for yourself that you can’t either, not when she looks like the most ruinable girl on the planet, and no one is even close.
The twintails and that smokey makeup that perfectly accentuates her beauty is just phenomenally worth an eye-candy, not to mention her outfit that really exudes the right amount of sexiness, enough to rile you up even more, skyrocketing up to the roof.
At this point, you need her as much as she needs you, and you’re going to make sure you’ll let her know that through the acts you’re going to commit, all under your own authority.
She gasps with a harsh slap on her thighs as it is the start of the given commitment, the flesh echoing around the empty corridors was enough to let her know how you lack frivolity in these situations. “You know you messed up, right?”
“Daddy—can you just—ow, fuck…” Another slap was brought, the skin now painting a reddish hue due to how those slaps really define the sadistic fetish in you. It was another warning from her, as compliance is the best key to really satisfy you as again, she’s in no authority to retaliate, expecting to oblige every command you let out and every question your lips muster.
“From now on, fucking answer my questions or I’m going to make you drip in your panties and leave it like that—- you don’t want that, don’t you?” Your touch really sends her towards the everlasting plane of sensitivity, making her moan as you get nearer your prize yet you won’t need to do that, not when she answers with sincerity.
“N-no, daddy…”
“Are you going to follow everything I say from now on?”
“Daddy—ow!” Truly (also, frustrating), your words really don't penetrate down Wonyoung’s thick skull, her stubbornness in an all time high as another smack resonates, bringing the pain that’s possibly enough to elicit an answer from her.
“Answer me, Wonyoung.” Your eyes ignites with frustration, permeated with determination as Wonyoung fucked you up, and this is exactly her plan as soon as she’s with you and away from her friends.
“Y-yes…”
“Yes what?”
Wonyoung looks away from you, pouting as she knows her words are strong evidences inside your little game, and she can’t bear to just give in to your full control, knowing damn well that you’re going to torture her and delay her needs for god knows how long it will take you.
You know this is thing you want to be broken inside of her, and you do anything in your full power to make her be your obedient fucktoy, as that’s the best way to describe it.
“Wonyoung, you don’t want to play with me.” She can’t fight you, knowing well you’ll outpower her and knowing how much of a tough brat she is to tame, then you’ll consider measures weighing more than what she can take.
You know well that her ego is as strong and robust as her body—she won’t break apart as she’s the reason why you’re getting rougher these days.
“Answer me.”
Another attempt and she locks eyes with you, knowing there’s nothing she can do but give in.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Good.” That genuinely painted a composed yet jovial expression from you, a countenance so sincere that it is contagious, making Wonyoung smile back towards you. “Let’s find an empty room and I’m going to fuck you until you see stars.”
Wonyoung broke you in a span of minutes, and that’s a victory worth a trophy—you played under her game, but you won’t let it slide, making a name for yourself for what’s about to happen to the both of you.
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It was an easy task and Wonyoung is just ready at this point that you can’t care to check for possible things that can expose you and Wonyoung for the sinful things the both of you will indulge in.
Wonyoung’s phone buzzes, and you view the notification before she does, and she just pouts knowing she can’t do anything.
“Wow, even Yujin’s more mature than you now, huh, Wony? What’s this—it was a fun one out there, I’ll meet you later with Gaeul-unnie and Rei again—oh look, yeah, I’m not supposed to be fucking you.” You didn’t make that up, it was a genuine text from Yujin even though it’s something you would do just to tease her and make her annoyed.
“Daddy—you need to fuck me now! Yujin can wait—oh, fuck!” Your fingers tease her cunt, already dripping with her nectar. She spreads her legs apart as she raises her head high, moans reverberating around the puny room that can’t possibly shake the lewd sounds she makes.
“Yeah, I shouldn’t be fucking you yet here we are.” Your words made Wonyoung look into your eyes again, pouting as it invites you to really fulfill her needs. You inch closer towards her, and knowing how there’s still something human inside you, you want to feel and taste her, lips colliding as you lift her chin up and god, her lips are scrumptious.
You exchange torrid kisses with Wonyoung, a profound fervor laced in each second as it got sloppier to the point that you need to pull out, knowing that’s not the reason why this mess unfolds in the first place.
“Get on your knees, Wonyoung.” It’s a sudden command with an expected immediate compliance and to your surprise, she does what she is told to do, knowing that her stubbornness won’t reach any places.
That look she gives you when the cold floor meets her knees with a thud—oh god, it’s alluring and inviting as fuck, a countenance ready to be ruined.
“Good girl.” Oh, of course, the numerous praises should be a priority, knowing how it really riles her up and elevates her skills by a meter.
“Can’t wait to suck this delicious cock, daddy—fuck, it’s so hard already!” Wonyoung is just enthralled for what reward she would receive, and your hardness just strokes herself to think that it’s always her that makes you feel like this—that’s not entirely true yet Wonyoung is the ultimate reason, the epitome of invitation and indulging into the temptation.
It’s like you have her on autopilot, already ahead and perceiving the series events that will unfold—she has her dainty, modelesque fingers up on your belt, unbuckling it swiftly as her eyes on the prize shackled behind the frustrating fabric.
“Your cock must be aching down here, daddy, no?” It’s rhetorical at this point, and you can’t care enough to articulate an answer, knowing how frustrating her leisure pace is making you.
“Just undress me and suck me off, brat.” Wonyoung laughs at your despair as she quickly does what she’s told to, your pants down to your ankles and without any hesitation, your boxers in the same boat as you pants. Wonyoung fucking drools all over your length as it sprung free from its clothed restraints, an immediate envelop of her finger around the base elicits the finest nigh-inaudible moan from your lips.
Wonyoung doesn’t waste her precious seconds, she never do as it’s evident, her lips wrapped around the red-purplish crown and suckled onto it like it’s candy—she always sucks you off like somebody’s going to steal your cock away from her. Wonyoung doing everything in her power to pleasure you, even in different techniques is an unmatched experience of euphoria, and that alone is commendable and is one of the reasons on why you adore her.
“Keep doing that—god, your lips are really made for my cock.”
“Of course, daddy—don’t forget my throat too—actually, my holes are made for you.” Wonyoung doesn’t shut up about that, knowing how well-deserved she is every time you use her and she’ll brag about how she is worthy for you.
“Just shut up and do what you’re best at, princess.”
Wonyoung is eager and the trifecta of bliss really lives up into her masterclass: she leaves no inch unsheathed with her saliva, her tongue rapidly working and the warmth permeated around your shaft thanks to her mouth—god, she’s perfectly slutty and talented, and it’s just her lips to start off the show.
Both you hands gain the leverage to fight your battles—yours gripping those twintails as an outlet to the finest gratification coursing within you, and Wonyoung grabbing your hips to pull you closer, and herself delving deeper in the process. The amalgam of tears and her makeup starts, rivulets running down her cheek perfectly captures the “lustful pulchritude” as you call it—in the shorter terms, it’s where her face just gets fucked up due to herself testing her own limits.
You admire it, honestly, but eventually, she inevitably gags and she fights it.
She despises the fact that she isn’t able to take anything that can ruin her worthiness, wrestling to fight the reflex of pulling out. Seconds pass by and she looks strong but then, gives in to her defeat.
“Don’t take things you can’t, Wonyoung—take it easy.”
“Daddy, I can—watch me, please.” You’re all eyes with moderate expectations for what she’s about to do, and god, what a sight it is.
Wonyoung is taking you all in, mouth kissing your base as she stays there for seconds before bobbing into your succulent shaft rapidly, earning herself the rewards of her oral expertise—your moans, shuddering and a reply to the pleasure she brings.
Well, it seems like she was playing with you earlier, her tongue swirling around your length effortlesslt and taking all of you in every bob she does—you’ll dismiss the fact that she’s still gagging around your length, her attemps of hiding the supression of the inevitable, knowing how you’re pretending to be oblivious about it will make her feel hubristic and complacent.
You won’t lie knowing your mouth can only spew the truth, barrage of compliments that follows every other bob, whether verbal or just indistinguishable sounds—with an angelic mouth like hers, a lie is a mere attempt of dismissal of such a gift.
“Your mouth, Wonyoung—holy shit, keep doing that.” She does what she’s told to, bottoming you out even if it’s just one of those mindless cries of pleasure that’s masked as a command. You tug her hair harder and reply with a pace unmatchable, a mess all over her chin and the continuous seeping of her drool on her crevices that signifies insatiability. She slobbers all over the hard muscle, ebullient and voracious, all in the name of pleasuring you and satisfying her needs.
“God, I love your cock so much, daddy—thank you so—fucking—much!” Her lips pucker onto the leaking tip, every word emphasizes a kiss onto the head that just uttered the best moans she could possibly hear. Her constant kisses resonate around your ears, a pandemonium of lustful actions that defines hunger as she resumes her bobbing that’s just an immaculate experience.
Kiss, bob, swirl, slurp, look, repeat, ditto—it’s a pattern that hypnotizes you, the brunette, twintail slut blurs your vision down to the heightened focus of her head and her head only.
Her shine is approaching is dullness, her authority to slobber all around your length being hindered knowing you have other plans on ruining herx starting on her throat.
“Stop, Wonyoung.” She continues a little more, greed being her worst enemy as seconds later, there’s no other option but to obey you.
“What's wrong, daddy? Did I do a bad job?” She must be crazy to think that, that Wonyoung-ego-favored-opinion aside.
She’s nowhere near atrocious, you just need something to occupy yourself and work your muscles up.
“Princess, you did not.” You cup her cheek, then advance your thumb towards those lips of hers, playing with the saliva that ruined such beauty and reassured her. “In fact, you’re amazing—I just need to use your damn throat.”
Of course you do, because since the start of this session, you’re dying to fill up the missing piece that makes her complete, everything satisfied and dismissing the deficiency.
The sudden upheaval didn’t faze nor bother Wonyoung, aware to the fact that you are in full control, not her—you don’t care if you’ll satisfy Wonyoung’s needs more than what she can take or the inadequate fulfillment, because you seek to discover more of what can gratify you.
“Oh, daddy—but will you fuck me after?” That is something that you should assess, ignoring her question with a distraction in mind and an action she can’t retaliate to follow up the question—lodge her throat with your cock, where it truly belongs.
“Shut up and take this cock, Wonyoung.” You reclaim full control, a tug on her twintails is where you lost it, enough to state the obvious—this is what you need to do, fulfill your destiny and claim your prize.
She’s a ruined mess, and you’ll add more to what she made you to be.
You elicit a grunt as you bury your cock deep in the slutty throat of hers, letting her choke on it as it’s evident between each reflex, fighting its way to let you know she can take it all, no matter what hindrance may cost. It didn’t take long before you resumed your profound thrusts, making her bawl and ruin that makeup that perfectly accentuated her intimidating yet glamorous look—it feels like she did that just for you to ruin and cherish, and that’s exactly what’s happening.
You let go, an ounce of mercy shown within seconds as she gasps for air and smiles with your roughness. “Daddy—ugh, p-please—I can t-take more, I can take mor—”
There’s no outlet for her to recover, playing with the risk of asphyxiation that Wonyoung wouldn’t mind, knowing how much she favors herself choking all over your length slamming down her throat. Your pace stays the same as before, moderate yet striking in every oscillation of your hips, making her close her eyes every time your tip hits the back of her throat. Her hands grab your butt, pulling you closer as her nails dig deeper due to the harshness you ensue, and if you didn’t care as you’re selfish to fulfill your own pleasure. You maneuver your hands to grip onto those perfectly-tied twintails harder, mustering the harshest of thrusts possible, the crevices of her mouth an evident mess with the saliva that seeps out of it and eventually, you pull out to admire the sullied work you’ve done.
“Hah—hah, daddy, god—I want more of this, please—more!” She never shut up as soon as she gets to talk, ultimately begging for you and nothing else. Those pleads of hers are always getting answered knowing that’s bound to happen due to the nature of the room, an atmospheric lustful session between the both of you.
You’re always in awe with how soft her lips can be and how her throat feels the best, maybe even rivaling the tightness her cunt brings. Those luscious, plump lips really know its purpose, and she always display her true intentions, a gift no one one can rival and a talent worth mentioning, albeit great but needs more polishing—you’ll dismiss the bias and the gratification that fucks up the way you’re composing a verdict, she can improve her techniques but damn, she really is a talented person after all.
She bobs in tandem with your thrusts, not giving a care if it messes her outfit that’s tantamount with her face, an aftermath for the sinful things the both of you have done with Wonyoung’s mouth as the primary medium of the scene. Eventually, her gag reflex gets tamed, allowing to be rougher than before and so you did, mustering a velocity from your hips that defies her expectations.
At this point, she’ll crumble but she remains robust, determined to take whatever you want her to take, even if it’s over her limits—it’s all about trust and discovery between the both of you, experimenting onto something that piques your curiosity or fulfilling what the other one needs. Her muffled gurgles and inaudible murmurs throughout every thrust you do are protests against her incapabilities to take everything and the satisfaction you bring towards her. With your roughness and the mess you’re indulging her into, you can’t help but think if you’re going off the line, a rivaled thought that lingers within you as you’re treating her way too belligerent.
She doesn’t object to your actions, even encouraging you to do so and at the end of the day, she’ll be ruined no matter what, and this is just the start of a supposedly spectacular show of lust.
“God, Wony—you know how great your throat fucking feels? Oh fuck—it’s s-so good—I can really fuck your face all day, baby.” It’s unhinged, raw and honest, and that permeates that genuine scintillation of her eyes, full of satisfaction and the anticipation of what you can say, hopes to stroke herself and that ego.
She smiles even with your unstoppable thrusts, and eventually, got to see it whole with a sudden action, giving her a breather and to give yourself some space to prolong the pleasure and delay the impending end of such an introduction.
Then, an idea clicks within those muscles of your brain, something that isn’t new to Wonyoung but unfamiliar as an experience.
Your belt and her wrists, the connections stated the obvious, hinting a way to dance with creative art of lust.
“Hands behind your back, baby.” She complies immediately, turning her around to envelop her wrists with your leather belt, securing it right in place as her movements being hindered races a thought within you, and it’s a brilliant sight—the thought of Wonyoung being unable to use her hands to possibly retaliate, a vulnerable figure all for the taking, god, that’s just the chef’s kiss.
You bring her down to knees again and resume with one goal in your mind: to finish what she started.
Her throat fits like a sleeve in each thrust, bottoming out your entire length with gags alongside it too. Her being helpless sets up an ante with the challenge, forcing more effort onto fucking that mouth of hers that’s just begging you blow it all inside it, paint it all white.
Wonyoung begs for it too, eyes yearning towards her favor to taste it all and you can see it in those eyes of hers, even if she doesn’t need to utter a word on where she wants you to finish.
Your relentless pace resumes, handling and using her throat like it’s one of her tightest holes imaginable, a pleasurable outlet to release everything. You pinch her nose alongside every thrust or four, making her choke all over your length, where her cheeks flush redder than before, desperately gasping for air but is unable to due to you. The obscenity looks like an endless scene, feeling like everything is slowing down as the only things that clouds your mind is warmth of her mouth and the urge to ruin her throat.
She takes it all, the aftermath evident as her face is apparently ruined, chin dripping with her drool and onto the woolly top that perfectly compliments her styling, now being drenched and deemed to be useless yet again. You constantly pull out to let her catch her breath, give her seconds to recover and plunge it all in her throat while maintaining the vice grip on her, a cycle on-repeat. At this given moment, she’s a vulnerable cocksleeve for you to be satisfied, and she’s no less a slut that can’t do anything but comply to you—you’ve broken each other, and it just took a bratty tease from her and a merciless facefucking from you.
“Daddy—gah, a-are you gonna cum? Please, daddy, spill it down—hah, down in my throat—down in my throa—glfh!”
“Shut up and take me in like you always do.” Wonyoung looks up at you as you plunge your cock down those familiar walls, her eyes full of glint, begging due to the numerous chokes she’d done and her makeup now a mere mark for what is once was, a pulchritudinous sight that’s meant to be sullied. “You don’t tell me where I want to cum—I decide where it should be and you don’t deserve a load down your throat.”
You lean, hindering your thrusts as you keep your length where it belongs, her mouth agape and eyes fixated towards you. “Brats and greedy sluts like you don’t deserve to swallow.”
Oh. It’s funny to think that she could be rewarded in her favor, despite her utter compliance. You’d love to make her choke onto your dick while you deposit every spurt of cum down her throat but no, there’s no room for that and she should know her lesson well after this.
With a statement worth digesting, it’s clear at that point that any plea she wishes to do will bound to fail, and so she just lived with the punishment, but still a reward considering she loves what’s coming next.
Your thrusts are ephemeral, short-lived knowing that you should conclude this act in a great fashion. You pull out, letting her catch more oxygen which she is depraved of as she shifts onto that familiar face that signifies that she’s ready for what’s about to come—tongue out, eyes closed, and lips quivering, it’s just the perfect recipe for something worth a try.
“Then paint my face, daddy—please, please! All on my face—you hot cum all over me—” Her words just draw you closer, as you stroke yourself to the lewd sight of her face and knowing the reservoir is breaking loose sooner, it’s time for her to take it all.
You tug her hair to point your tip onto such a beautiful mess and there you do, shooting ropes and ropes of cum onto that deserving visage, covering the pivotal parts that’s needed to be coated of—her nose, forehead, cheeks, and most importantly, the culprit of all these sinful matters, her lips. She moans through warm spurts she becomes blessed with, a with more lewd sounds elevates your experience, grunting with the orgasmic trance you’re now indulging into that’s lasting longer than what you expected, possibly Wonyoung playing a big part on that and you thank her about it.
“Daddy, it’s so warm—oh, so much for me. Thank you so much, daddy.” Wonyoung coos, admiring the reward, a deserving fruit of her labor as her eyes tells stories worth mentioning, all to mention how much she’s thankful for giving her what she truly needs, even if it’s not in the way she wanted it to be.
Looks like she hasn’t learnt her lesson, taking the opportunity whenever the time comes as she takes advantage of it.
“Wonyoung, no—not yet, I’m pretty sensitive.”
“But don’t you want me to clean you up? Clean me up too and let me taste your delicious cum?” Her choices of words truly tests your temptation, and you can’t ignore that, letting her have the liberty to do her own post-show endeavors.
You hand your throbbing, still rock-hard length and scooped dollops of semen that’s all over her cheeks and forehead, letting her suck the tip and savoring the taste of such delicacy, as she calls it. She hums in satisfaction through each bob, and that almost makes your legs fail, the dynamic of the sensitivity of your head and the pleasure her mouth brings being a wonderful treasure you’ll be selfish about. She licks all over your length, tasting each inch of succulence and satisfaction alongside with swirls that’s just the cherry on top. You hold her chin and tug on her hair lighter now, an outlet to fight with the dynamic of gratification and the reassurance on how much you’re loving the way she blows you. She’s in a hurry, mostly, a little off sometimes yet you thank her absolutely for letting her mouth be used for your pleasure.
The satisfaction paints her face and that makes you smile, letting her do where she’s best at for more seconds until you stop, senses coming back heightened as you realize the both of you are in no place to sin.
“You’re not going to fuck me anymore, daddy?”
“Wonyoung.” You help her stand up, wiping her face with the tissue on her bag as you pretend to be in disbelief (half of you says you are, and the half of you says you’re just cautious) which earns from hers. “We’re still in public—we’ll do it once we get into your place.”
Again and thankfully, Wonyoung didn’t utter a word nor became stubborn and complied with you, having a semblance of hope that you’re taming her.
Maybe you aren’t and she’s still riding with the flow, but who knows? The final test will be held later and with that, you’ll assess and observe if you really made a blow and a change on Wonyoung.
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Of course, Yujin knows what the both of you have done when the both of you are together, knowing how much Wonyoung shares towards her and that alone, piques Yujin’s curiosity.
“You’re a madman, you know that? What if someone caught the both of you, no?” Yujin’s thoughtful remarks are heard through the phone, and you can only imagine how she’s taking this half-serious.
“I mean, she started teasing me and shit and how am I supposed to ignore that for minutes?”
“Still, I’m just scared for the both of you—like how the fuck you guys do your thing. I don’t really know with Wonyoung, most of the time—that girl just seems to be hornier nowadays.”
You laugh, agreeing with Yujin about the latter part. “Yeah, it’s crazy with that girl—by the way, did Wonyoung meet you yesterday?”
“Yeah, and she walked slower than usual, all thanks to you—haha!” The predicament starts, shaking your head with embarrassment and knowing how understanding Yujin can be, you’re reassured that she’s not taking things too much of a deal.
“I mean, she started it—”
“I know, I know—I know how much she can be like this—anyways, thanks for the treat yesterday! We really enjoyed it.”
That earns a smile on your face, Yujin’s genuine tone on the phone being the fuel that satisfies your happiness in a different way.
The both of you say your goodbyes and hang up, not before a dumb smile through the phone until it fades, a faint voice calling your name as it increases in volume as soon as the figure comes nearer.
“Yeah?”
“Who called you, Daddy?” Wonyoung rests her head onto your shoulder as you look at the metropolitan view, then catches your gaze towards her, feeling the contentment and joy through the days you’ve been with her.
“It’s just Yujin, baby—are we still going to watch the movie you want us to watch?”
She didn’t even doubt, nodding as her eyes sparkled with love and the excitement to bond with you these days. “Of course, daddy—maybe we could do something after it, too, if you want?”
You laugh with her invitation, and this time, it’s more soft and pouty, unlike yesterday. It’s genuinely hard to resist her with the look she’s giving and the fact that she’s Wonyoung, so without even thinking twice, you utter what will make her happy.
“If that’s what you want, baby.”
Wonyoung’s grin is such a sight to see, a genuine emotion that can cure any sadness. Knowing you’re still admiring the metropolitan nature around, she leaves you be, not without a hug and a kiss to show you how much the feelings are mutual.
You reminisce and laugh with how freaky and wholesome the days went, a dynamic that’s now a part of your life. You sigh as a ding in your phone distracts you, and being curious, you check on it only to be perplexed with what it is about and the most surprising part of it is how it’s out of the blue.
Unknown number at 18:55 - “Good evening. I hope this message gets to you. Apparently, there’s a suspicion between the possible happenings of the people in the school council. I wish you to be at this meeting that will take place in the university’s audio visual room, alongside the other members and the suspected culprits, this Saturday noon, just before the sunset.”
You’re just hoping it’s not the people you have in mind, and most certainly, not you and Wonyoung because your reputation will be besmirched in no time, and you can’t afford to let that happen.
Guess the both of you won, yet what can be the cost?
