៹ synopsis 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 your not-so-called sugar daddy who acts like your sugar daddy, taehyun, has always kept your relationship in a grey area that left you in doubt. and with you ignoring him, he finally decided to take the matter into his own hands.
៹ pairing 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 rich older guy!taehyun x fem!reader
៹ genre 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 smut w a little plot. age gap. sugar daddy trope lels. nonidol!au.
៹ warnings 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 detailed explicit content. tyun is eleven years older. meandom!tyun + sub!reader. rough unprotected sex (don't do it!). p in v. bigdick!tyun is a fucking tease. mentions of tummy bulge. dacryphilia. petnames & slurs. sum power dynamics. implied multiple rounds. cursing.
៹ word count 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 4200+
THE ONLY THING BIGGER THAN A BILLIONAIRE NAMED KANG TAEHYUN IS HIS NET WORTH.
You do not even know how much his entire fortune costs—or him overall—until you two accidentally meet in a bar that he owns. Cause to your dismay, you got stood up by a man whom you intended to use as a free dinner voucher. And, seeing you sitting all prepped and alone, waiting for nothing but a check for the service fee, actually caught his prickling attention.
Or so what he has been saying to you.
The situation could not be listed as one of those unexpected, too-good-to-be-true coincidences. Still, you were too hooked up with his stricken face, straightened-up suit that fit his muscular build, and his branded silver watch, which, from what you have assumed, could at least cover your entire tuition fee.
But when he asked if he could treat you to an expensive meal with crystal champagne included, there was absolutely no room for you to say no. Not when a free dinner was the reason you were there in the first place.
After exchanging contacts with him, you knew that there was no point in stopping, as he was the one who always reached out to you first, making the first dinner, followed by a second, then another, until it turned into a brunch before you went to the university, and until it became his habit to take you out to lunch at work.
Not that he bothers you—Taehyun was actually a warm, opinionated, patient, overall good rich guy package that you could comfortably talk to about different kinds of stuff. Suppose because he is eleven years older than you are, or maybe because he is too knowledgeable from what he has experienced from his chains of businesses, you are not quite sure.
Another thing to consider was that he didn't stop in treating you to meals; it doesn't take awhile before you start to notice the patterns of his unconventional gifts—which he often brushes off whenever you point out that he is wasting good money. Luxurious paper bags began piling up in your cramped shared apartment as he would never let a week pass without spending almost five digits, spoiling you with something beyond your needs.
Still, you are standing with the fact that there must be something behind these overly generous acts that he is not telling you. You know how this works, there is no such thing where the older rich guy provides and provides to a broke-ass university girl without asking for anything after. But he seems to be built differently; no asking for any quick nudes, no check-ins in five-star hotels under his name, and he doesn’t even like it when your skin touches his unless he initiates it.
Even a proper kiss seems to be too intimate when it comes to him. Not that you two already did, but it is what you could picture in your mind.
It left you in that grey area of why he keeps on coming back to you. Everything you could offer to him, he already probably owns. Plus, the relationship you two have totally resides in absolute ambiguity. Having no proper label on what to call him or whatever is happening between you and him. The only thing you are holding onto is the fact that he is the one who kept messaging you, and you are all in for its benefits.
You tried to ask him about whatever this is or what he prefers to be referred to. But the answer you got was what you could say was an abomination for your social life.
Because there is no way you would call a man such as himself your rich mentor. That doesn't work.
With a series of doubtful events, you cannot help but feel a little hostile around the old guy. And, the way your curiosity made you cautious around him didn't go unnoticed, especially now that you start to ignore his calls and texts.
9:45 | my not-so-called sugar daddy
Good morning, doll.
Why are you not picking up my calls?
Answer me.
10:23 | my not-so-called sugar daddy
Hello?
I know you are awake; you have classes at 11:15 AM every Thursday.
I just want to ask you if you are available to grab an early lunch.
17:32 | my not-so-called sugar daddy
Your classes are done at this time.
Why are you still not picking up my calls?
Have I done something to upset you?
6 missed calls from my not-so-called sugar daddy.
With a creased forehead, your fingers began to type a short reply when a high-end deep blue Pagani screeched in front of your school building, almost making your mini skirt fly through the grass field with your hair bunching into your face. Your sockets nearly spilled out the moment the window panelled down, revealing your grumpy, sore-headed rich guy, Taehyun.
His stern eyes darted into your slumped figure, your mouth hanging open as you removed the lost strands from your sight. Then his gaze turned into a glare the moment he saw you clutching your phone.
“So, your phone does work,” He gritted, words fluid into his lips. “Just not for me, I presume?”
Stammering into composing your words, you ended up with a nervous chuckle. Lost in thoughts, your eyes begin to scatter in your surroundings, feeling your nape burn with the confused and amused looks that people are throwing at you—or mostly at the guy in front of you and his million-dollar car.
“Ah—Uhm…” Your eyes went back at him, who was obviously running out of patience with how fast he was tapping the wheel. It wasn't like the Taehyun you thought you knew; he tends to be calm and collected whenever you see each other.
Taehyun’s brow furrowed, sighing audibly before getting out of the vehicle. You quietly stood on the sidewalk, head hanging low, as you could hear some murmuring around you. His calloused hand went to grab yours, his other hand lifting your chin to level his sight. The uneasiness in his face was evident, almost like he was intently shoving away all the softness within him.
“Get in the car.”
Shivers ran through your skin with how thick his voice sounded, stoic round eyes piercing through you that proved he carried enough headache from all the ignoring you did this whole morning alone. You forced your body to nod, timidly following his heavy steps as he opened the door for you.
There was a part of you that felt a little thrilled that you were now getting to know another side of your so-called sugar daddy, but still, you barely knew the guy to begin with. His silences are new to you, and you cannot even grasp that exasperation spilling out of his body language. He was meticulously moving, careful and almost light—so light that you didn't feel his fingers reaching to fasten your seatbelt.
You came back from your thoughts when you heard the seatbelt click, slightly taken aback when you noticed that he was leaning too close—the closest he had ever been in the last couple of weeks. His arms are flexed on your side, busy eyes scanning your face like he was reading you bare.
“Why are you ignoring me?” Taehyun deliberately asked, moving an inch closer so that you could almost share the same air. “Hm?” The subtle hum that came from him made your throat dry, your heart now in a rapid pace as you knew the truth would just piss him off even more. Your reason to ignore him was too absurd in the first place; it is all just you doubting him and his overall approach to you.
Gathering all of your confidence, you found his shoulder to at least maintain a bit of distance, but he didn’t budge, causing you to internally panic. “Just–ahm…” The word began to falter from your lips, a lump forming on your throat at how intense his gaze is.
“Just what?” He pressed, eyes darting down to your trembling lips. A smirk began to form on his lips, his hand resting on the side of your seat began crawling onto your exposed thigh. “I thought we agreed that you can always talk to me about everything, huh?” His tone shifts, fingers begin climbing up to your covered skin that gives shivers on your nerves.
Puzzled at his sudden touchy gestures, you gave his shoulder another unsuccessful push. “What are you doing?” The question blurts out of your mouth, freezing him on the spot. “What do you think I am doing?” The older countered, head tilting to the side.
“I think you are not being yourself.” Your voice was barely heard in your own ears, cheeks heating up when he snickered in return. Taehyun finally moved backwards, relaxing in the driver’s seat. “Why, what would I be if I am being myself?” He asked, hand resting on your thigh while his thumb rubbed soft circles.
You turned to face him, momentarily taken aback as he was already staring at you before lowering his gaze to your lips—again. Despite the butterflies swirling in your stomach, you gave him an awkward, cracked smile. “Uhh… You—” A deep breath left you before your palms found your heated face.
“If you are your usual self, then you wouldn’t be touching me.”
The confusion painted on his face was evident, pupils narrowing with his lips hung apart. You waited silently as he processed what you had just said, legs bouncing on your seat in agitation. You expect him to lecture you, or even laugh at the nonsense you are saying, yet he remains quiet. Swiftly combing his hair upward before fastening his own seatbelt.
“Tyun?” You hesitantly called, cold sweat forming in your temple. He glanced at you shortly, giving a crooked grin before looking at the road.
“Did I offend—?”
“Let's have something unusual then.”
“THIRTY-FOURTH FLOOR.”
The elevator's loud ding rang in your ear in an eerie way, almost sure that it was a calm warning of an approaching storm. Your ride with Taehyun was still and calm; neither of you talked for the rest of the ride.
It was the longest 45 minutes of your life, with millions of thoughts coming through you—from him burying you alive to the old guy locking you up in his gold-plated house to dress you up like a sick man you see in the movies.
However, everything that Taehyun does is always far from what you have expected.
He brought you into one of the hotels he owns, where his surname is plastered everywhere you look. Taehyun kindly offered you his palm, a small smile sitting on his lips. “Come with me.” His tone was too soothing for your liking, as it was too soothing for a guy who was overly pissed an hour ago.
“Where are we?” You asked, carefully stepping onto the marbled floor as he led you into the center of the room. You are totally lost for words at what greeted your eyes.
Shining four-layered chandeliers hanging on the tall coffered ceiling, glass-made walls surrounding the place that show the tantalizing skyline of your city, and of course, the exquisite collection from different artists that he shared with you one-by-one on your third date.
“My main penthouse,” He simply replied, before gesturing to you to sit down on his velvet sofa. “You are the first woman I brought here.”
A wave of heat flashed in your cheeks looking up at him, who had his eyes on the view outside. Your brows cannot help but furrow at his words, adding more doubt to your clouded mind. “Not even your mom?” The consistent prying made him chuckle, fingers brushing into your tinted cheeks, “There would be no sense in buying her one if she will pester me here.”
Lips apart in his answer, Taehyun took the chance to run his thumb through your bottom lip, dark eyes baring into yours like a predator. “I know you have something in mind.” He paused, pushing his finger further until it rested on your teeth. “Do I have to get you talking?”
Soft gasps left you, heart pumping fast at his unpredictable actions. “Ahm–” His brow corked at your choked-up reply, pulling out his thumb before spreading the small amount of saliva clinging to his fingertip to your now smudged lips.
“Yeah?” He hummed, smirking at your messed-up state below him, “Do I need to buy you a penthouse too? Just so you could get your mouth to work?”
You swore you had seen his jaw tighten when you failed to answer him. “Haven't I spoiled you enough?” He grilled, swiping his thumb to your cheek. Your lips trembled at his unfamiliar touch, your chest heaving in panic at his glare. “Or did I spoil you too much that you tried to get ahead of me?”
Taehyun's eyes lightened the moment you abruptly shook your head, “It’s not like that,” Your response nearly became a whimper when his arm snaked around your waist, ignoring the lack of distance between your bodies. “I'm just confused,” His shoulder tensed at your answer, confusion-laden wide eyes going all over the place like he was thoroughly dissecting your words.
“Confused about what?” His tone was cautious, leaning further until you could feel the tip of his nose ghosting against yours. Your palms mindlessly went to his shoulders, clutching his sleeves as it got harder for you to breathe.
“About this—Us.” You managed to voice out, mentally pissed off with how helpless you are in his arms. His lips began to trail into your flushed cheek, leaving you stiff under his feathery kisses. Taehyun hummed in response, his palm on your waist slowly creeping into the fabric of your top.
His kisses went down to your jaw, giving you tingling feelings that urged you to give him more access. “Go on,” He mumbled in your skin, earning a soft gasp from you. “Because you never asked me for anything…” Words start to slip out of your mouth, eyes tight shut in an undeniable sensation.
“That so?” He sneered at your reason, leaving damp kisses on your neck. “Is that the reason why you are ignoring me?” A subtle moan came from you when he started to suck your skin, lips glazing into your neck like a forbidden fire that riles up your lower stomach.
“And—” You faltered halfway when you felt his hot tongue gliding into the spot he had been sucking, thighs now clamped shut as your panties started to pool up with your essence. His palm on your back doesn’t do you any better; its warmth burns your skin at the slightest shift.
“And?” Taehyun’s hot breath clouds your slumped brain, tongue swirling into the freshly made hickey he made. “And, you still haven’t—haaah shit…” The older guy smirked within your skin, utterly proud of how you were collapsing beneath him even with his slightest touch.
“I haven’t what?” He teased, his hand travelling into your closed thighs, fingers playing the hem of your skirt. You bit your lower lip as your eyes fluttered open, only to be welcomed by Taehyun peppering your neck up to your chin.
The urge to kiss his plump lips has been bubbling in your mind since the day you first saw him, but tonight, his red lips have become too much to resist. Like it was sweetly tempting you to lean in and have a real taste of him. Taehyun gave your thigh a soft squish, intently amused at how you were looking at him like an uptight virgin who hadn’t kissed anyone.
“You were saying?” His tone was barely condescending, but you could feel the hint of imperiousness in it. “Taehyun…” You could feel how your ears burned in embarrassment with how sultry you sounded, fist clinging to him to help you merely compose yourself.
“Yes, doll? What haven’t I done to you aside from bringing you to bed with me, hm?” Swiftly, you felt him in your ear, nose sniffing your scent like he usually does every time he gives you a kiss on the cheek.
There was a part of you that was quite grateful that he sat you down on his sofa before stimulating you with his feverish actions, as you could sense your knees shaking from how husky he sounded seconds ago.
“You haven’t told me why you kept on treating and spoiling me like this,” You murmured, secretly praying that he wouldn’t take it against you. Taehyun halted his movements, using his one knee to separate your thighs with force. He then planted his knee between your flesh, dangerously close to where you need him most.
“Like what exactly?” His tone is now constricted, giving you an internal conflict with what answer you should give to him. “Like…” You tried to come up with something, but your brain was in no shape to think. Gently cupping your face, he sighed in defeat.
“Is this about you thinking why I kept on spoiling you even if I do not consider you as a sugar baby? Who, from what I know, must act with her body to somewhat pay back my generosity?”
A grimace formed on your face, as you did not expect how petty the situation sounded. And, even though it was embarrassing, you gave him a short nod. Taehyun licked his lips in disbelief, standing properly with his hands on his hips.
“So you are ignoring me because…” He paused for a beat, as if he couldn't believe how your mind works about the situation you are in. “Because you are too deprived of what else I could offer?”
It feels like a punch to the gut to be confronted by your own stupid thoughts, head lowered in such embarrassment. Taehyun knelt down, levelling himself to your figure. A finger lifted your chin, lips in a small pout as you faced him.
“Do you really want me to show you how I would treat a sugar baby?”
His voice was stern, almost like he had been restraining himself from lashing out at you. Excitement bubbles into your chest. This is what you have been waiting for—a new side of him, another part of his personality that you want to indulge yourself into. And despite the lingering danger of uncertainty, you gave him a short nod.
WITH YOUR THIGHS WRAPPED IN HIS NECK, YOU COULD BARELY FEEL YOUR LIMBS IN THE LAST THIRTY MINUTES. After giving him your answer, he didn’t waste his time and carried you on his shoulder to pin you to the nearest glass wall. From there, the only thing you could remember is the rough sound of your clothes ripping out and his strong, muscular arms wrapping around your neck while his cock drills on you from behind.
The city lights become blurred patterns of lines and shapes when Taehyun has you under his control, chest pressed into your exposed back as his hips ram into the curve of your ass in a pace you cannot keep up with. Your clammy palms are slipping off the glass wall while your brain tries to answer every nasty question he throws at you, half of it even worrying about the fact that somebody might know how ruined you are with his thick cock shoved into your tight walls.
And all of that scandalous shit happened just thirty minutes ago.
Now, you are lying down on the same sofa, naked from top to bottom, with your rich old guy dicking you straight to the heap of your stomach. After noticing how much you were trembling after cumming not so long ago, Taehyun actually tossed you around until you landed onto the cushions.
You are all sore and sensitive from your high, but he seems to be too consumed by lust to even take a break from thrusting his rock-hard cock into your hole. The view you had was beyond what you had imagined. Taehyun looks absolutely majestic with his toned upper body going rigid and sweaty at his every move above you. His one hand was supporting your feeble legs, with the other busy caressing your mounds that were violently jiggling.
“Fu–Fuck… Too—haaah…” Throat too dry from moaning and wailing out his name, your voice was almost scratched, even inaudible as the lewd sound of your skin slapping envelopes the room. He scoffed in response, his palm crawling into your abdomen to put pressure on the bulge, carving into your stomach.
He was intently deep, his cock reaching further into your walls that you could feel your insides getting untangled at his every thrust.
“Too much?” He breathes, grinning at the sight of your back arching in pleasure when he presses into your stomach harder. The oversensitivity that was surging through your nerves has turned your body numb, mind hyperfixating on the delicious drag of his veiny cock and how it is actively pulsating deep into your gummy walls.
“Please… Oh, God!” You haven’t got the chance to take a breather when he suddenly slammed his whole length through your pussy, lips parted in shock as the luscious feeling got mixed with pain.
“What do you beg for?” Taehyun grunts, jaw locked as if he were thoroughly focused on fucking you raw until you go feral. “For me to stop or for me to wreck this needy hole of yours, hm?”
He began to pick up the pace again, low growls leaving him while palming the bulge evident in your belly. “You feel me that deep?” He asked, overly breathless, with his grip on your flesh growing harsher. Answering with a frantic nod, the smirk on his face went wider.
“As you should, you desperate whore.”
Your mind was convulsing at his every word and action, stuffed cunt pouring out sticky globs of mixtures of your cum and his. The way the furniture squeaks at his every pound has also caught your ears, adding another pang of sensation to your aching core.
From how he maneuvers his way to your body, you could easily tell that Taehyun was beyond experienced in bed. Your cunt has never felt this overused before, and it hasn't been an hour since he started using your body as his prized possession to fuck.
“Is this what you want, doll?” He grilled, licking his lips before angling his hips in a certain way he knew would drive you delirious. A loud, abrupt squeal came from your throat, eyes fluttering open in shock as you felt him hit a perfectly good spot to settle his heavy cock in.
“Being used as a fucktoy? Being treated as a fucking cheap girl, huh?” Your walls clenched at the way he cursed at you—not only because it was intensely hot coming from his mouth, but also because it was the first time you ever heard him cuss in front of you.
And how lucky you are to hear it while he was fucking you with all of his might.
Drool starts foaming into the corners of your mouth before you can even form an answer, your grip on the sofa's plush velvet fabric going firmer. A snarky chuckle came from him as your pussy started to snug him tighter, languid pleas trailing in your quivering lips as you felt yourself being pushed into another level of heaven.
“Yeees–W‐Wait… Need to–Tyun!” There is no doubt that he had fucked many girls before you; he knows very well how to perfectly place his cock inside a pussy. His thick girth doesn't fail his performance either, nearly feeling his tip blocking your airway from how far he had reached your walls. It was no mystery why there was another searing wave of sensation building into your abdomen, not when his cock had your body under strict control.
“Gonna cum on my cock again, darling?” The older teased, fingers crawling into your slick-coated slit. Shivers run through your veins, unable to keep yourself focused on his cock drilling into you when he kept on sliding his finger into your sensitive clit.
Your pupils trembled when he suddenly leaned in, halting his movements before pulling out his tongue to slide it over your jaw. “You cannot have yourself demanding something like this if you cannot keep up with me.” He roughly whispered into your ears, pulling out halfway only to harshly pound himself into your pussy without having any care if you break into a million pieces.
His hand playing with your clit went to cup your cheeks—so rough that you could feel his nails piercing into your skin. “This is why I didn't ask you for anything.” Taehyun's voice was dark and chilling, enough to make tears form in the corners of your eyes. The organized, calm guy you knew has completely turned into a ruthless, brutal demon-like fucker.
The way his eyes sparkled when your tears began to fall altered your mushy brain, ragged breaths leaving your lungs when he started moving his hips again.
“Because I knew you were too weak and naive for what I am capable of.”
wawi's notes: woah hello >< I FINALLY FINISHED ANOTHA REQUEST ??!?!?! and this came from the wonderful mind of my twin, @igyusita <3, I LOVE U SO MUCH TWINNIE !! hehe thank u for reading this piece, mwa mwa mwa to everyone <3 likes, reblogs, and comments are BEYOND appreciated :p !!
: it was supposed to be a normal night where you go over to your boyfriend’s house and watch a movie, but things went differently this time.
— ᨳଓ . kang taehyun x reader
warning : cussing, fingering, orgasms.
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taehyun opens the door and steps aside for you to come in further in his house. you kiss him and then he closes the door behind you.
you make your way towards the couch, and the only thing your boyfriend is looking at is the way your hips sway in these slutty shorts you’re wearing.
he turns off the lights and grabs cups of water and some popcorn for both of you, and then he comes to sit next to you on the couch.
usually, you sit next to him and he puts his arm are your neck while your head is on his chest.
tonight is different.
he commands you to sit between his legs, while he puts his arms on your stomach.
and of course you do what he tells you.
you sit between his legs, your tank top riding up, slowly revealing more of your abdomen.
you both are eating popcorn and watching the movie, until a very heated scene comes on where the guy has the girl under her while he kisses her very intensely.
and, oh, how wet taehyun’s mouth is just staring at it and imagining it’s you and him.
you and taehyun never had sex once in your life, cause your relationship never went to the sexual side.
tonight, taehyun is so different.
his hand starts moving up and down your stomach, until he reaches your abdomen.
he just stops there.
then his hand just goes to your thigh, inner thigh, going up and down on it.
he definitely knows what he was doing.
suddenly, his hand goes up to your clothed pussy, and you could just tell a smile is forming on his face.
his hand just stays there.
it took him about 2 minutes to start moving it, two fingers just moving on you. your thighs start shaking, and you just grip tighter on his arm, “t—taehyun..” you say, a moan hidden between his name.
the two fingers moving on you stop at your clit, and he starts moving them in a circular motion, driving you insane with the slow speed.
you press you lips together very tightly, which makes him smirk more.
you part your lips and let a moan out, slow and audible, “shh, y/n..” he shushes you as his fingers become slower.
you’re now squirming on him, thighs clenching together as he smirks more.
you never knew that taehyun had knowledge of whatever he is doing to you right now, but you just wanna enjoy the moment now.
you try to move his hand away, but he just hold it tight and firm on you. your eyes roll back as you let your head drop on his stomach.
“oh, baby..look at you..” he teases with a playful tone, driving you closer to the edge.
your shorts are now damped, and taehyun is definitely enjoying it.
without warning, his moves become faster. your face contorts with pleasure, goosebumps everywhere.
“f—fuck..taehyun!..’m so..hah—shit..’m so fucking close..” you moan as your head hits his chest harder now, your eyes squeezed shut as you let your moans out.
he smirks harder, driving you close to the edge.
—then you cum. your shorts were damped and full of white, sticky liquid.
“how did you like that?” taehyun asks, looking at your pretty, sweaty face. you can’t form a thought or a sentence, so you just smile at him.
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uhh, it’s 4am and im freaked out so i dont know if i really like this..😵
: it was late at night, where you weren’t here since you had to go to a trip for your work. huening kai missed your touch so much since he hasn’t seen or touched you in so long.
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until he came across this one video of you, showing him your new lingerie, and oh how wet his mouth got.
huening kai is the type of person to get so flustered by something so simple. he was always so whiny whenever you would touch him or kiss him. he missed that feeling a lot.
without him even thinking, his hand started to slowly go down to his pants. he was painfully hard from only seeing you on the screen.
he started palming his hard, clothed dick, letting out shaky and desperate whimpers, “uhh..” kai sighs, not feeling as good as when you would touch him.
suddenly, he puts his phone down next to him and sits up, positioning the pillow, your pillow, in front of him as he slowly pulls his pants down along with his boxers that are already wet from his leaking tip.
he was definitely not expecting himself to end up like that, but that video of yours has always been huening kai’s favourite video of yours.
kai puts his hands on each side of the pillow, holding it still and steady in place as he approaches it deliberately, his dick already chasing it.
he started to slowly grind his hips against the pillow, throwing his back and letting dirty moans out of his filthy mouth, “f-fuck..n-nngh..!” kai moaned, the feeling was too much for him to handle.
he started humping the pillow rapidly, and his moans became louder and louder each time he felt himself getting closer to cumming on your pillow.
“y-yes..’m close! ‘m-cumming..im—f-fuck!” huening kai dropped his head on the pillow as he grinded faster on the pillow, his hold on it becoming looser now that he’s breaking.
“ah..—ah..yes. yes, f-fuck—yes..” his pretty cries filled the room along with the sheet sounds and the humping sound, “im—fuck..’m cumming..!” kai was moving faster now that he felt himself getting closer.
before he even knew it, he was already cumming all over the grey pillow, staining it with his white, thick ropes of cum, “shit..the pillow. it’s stained.” he stared at it, satisfied that he came but still nervous about the stain on the pillow.
though, he was sure you’d like to see and know what he was doing. he grabbed his phone from next to him, took a photo and sent it to you with a text that said : “missed you a lot and accidentally stained your pillow. forgive me, it smelled like you ૮(◞ ‸ ◟ )ა”
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