author's note : this is my first non kep1er story, hello. this was a request literally a month ago. im editing this on my phone so it might be badly edited here on tumblr, im so sorry. enjoy reading though! i have three more stories to post
Inside Y/N’s bedroom, the only light came from a single bedside lamp, casting long, wavering shadows across the walls. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress sighing under his weight. His hands, usually so steady when navigating the complex lines of code he worked with, now trembled slightly as he fumbled with a small, foil-wrapped square.
Eunchae, curled up beside him, watched with wide, curious eyes. Her usually boisterous energy had dimmed to a soft hum, a nervous flutter just beneath her skin. A stray strand of hair fell across her cheek; she tucked it behind her ear, her movements slow, deliberate. The air thrummed with unspoken things, with a sweetness that bordered on apprehension.
“Is it… difficult?” she asked, her voice a whisper, barely cutting through the distant city murmur.
He glanced at the condom, then back at her, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. “Apparently, there’s an instruction manual for everything but this.” He peeled back the foil, revealing the tightly coiled rubber. It looked so simple, yet his fingers felt clumsy, oversized. He tried to unroll it, but it resisted, clinging to itself. A soft sigh escaped him.
Eunchae giggled, a sound like wind chimes. She reached over, her slender fingers brushing against his as she took the prophylactic from him. “Let me see.” She held it up, examining the rolled rim. “It goes… this way?” She made a small, circular motion with her thumb and forefinger.
He nodded, a blush creeping up his neck. “I think so.” He offered a small, self-deprecating chuckle. “My sex ed class was mostly about diagrams and fear mongering.”
She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. “Mine too. They made it sound like… a medical procedure.” Her eyes, dark and shining, met his. “But it’s not, is it?”
“I hope not,” he managed, his voice a little hoarse. He cleared his throat. “I hope it’s… better.”
A comfortable silence settled between them, punctuated by the soft whir of the air purifier. Eunchae’s gaze drifted to his chest, then lower, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. Her shyness, usually hidden beneath layers of playful banter, now surfaced, raw and endearing. He felt a similar warmth spread through him, a mix of vulnerability and burgeoning excitement.
He reached for her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. Her skin felt soft, smooth against his calloused palm. “You’re beautiful, you know.” The words came out easily, heartfelt.
She squeezed his hand, her gaze lifting to meet his. A shy smile touched her lips. “You’re not so bad yourself, Y/N.” Her eyes twinkled. “For an awkward guy.”
He laughed, a genuine, unburdening sound. “Awkward is my brand.”
She leaned her head on his shoulder, her hair tickling his chin. The scent of her shampoo, a faint floral aroma, filled his senses. “I like your brand.” Her fingers traced patterns on the back of his hand. “Are you… nervous?”
“Terrified,” he admitted, his voice low. “And excited. All at once.”
She lifted her head, her expression softening. “Me too.” Her hand moved from his, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt. Her touch was feather-light as she slowly pulled the fabric up, revealing a sliver of his skin. He shivered, a pleasant tremor.
He mirrored her action, his fingers finding the soft cotton of her oversized sweatshirt. He pulled it gently, revealing the curve of her shoulder, then the delicate line of her collarbone. Her skin, bathed in the lamp’s soft glow, seemed to radiate warmth. He watched her breath hitch as the fabric rose higher, exposing the thin strap of her bra.
“Can I…?” he asked, his voice barely audible.
She nodded, her eyes wide, trusting.
He peeled the sweatshirt over her head, then her bra, his movements slow, reverent. Her breasts, full and round, rose and fell with each shallow breath. Her nipples, small and perfectly pink, firmed almost imperceptibly. He felt a surge of tenderness, a desire to cherish this moment, to make her feel nothing but safety and pleasure.
He leaned in, his lips finding the soft skin of her shoulder, then the hollow of her throat. He tasted the faint salt of her skin, the subtle sweetness of her, and felt a profound connection. She arched into his touch, a soft murmur escaping her lips. His hand, still trembling slightly, found her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple. A small gasp left her, her body tensing, then relaxing against him.
“Feels… nice,” she breathed, her eyes closed, a small smile playing on her lips.
He explored her with his fingertips, tracing the curve of her ribs, the soft expanse of her stomach. She shivered, her body responding to his touch with an innocent eagerness. He pulled away slightly, his gaze lingering on her face, on the flush that now colored her entire chest.
“Your turn,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering open.
He smiled, a genuine, unforced smile. He pulled off his t-shirt, then his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. Her eyes, which had been shyly averted, now met his, a spark of curiosity replacing the shyness. He felt a warmth spread from his chest, a sense of being truly seen, truly desired, not just for his mind or his humor, but for his body too.
He reached for her jeans, his fingers fumbling with the button. She laughed softly, a bright, clear sound. “Let me.” She unzipped them herself, then pushed them down her legs, her movements fluid and graceful. Her underwear, a delicate lace, was next, revealing the soft curve of her hips, the dark triangle between her thighs.
He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He had seen pictures, of course, but this was different. This was real. This was Eunchae.
He leaned in, his lips finding hers. The kiss was soft, tentative at first, then deepened as she responded, her lips parting under his. Her tongue, shyly at first, then more confidently, met his, a dance of exploration. He tasted her, a sweet, fresh taste that made his head spin. His hand found the small of her back, pulling her closer, until their bare chests pressed together, skin against skin. The warmth of her body seeped into his, a comforting, intoxicating heat.
He pulled away, just slightly, to catch his breath. Her eyes were glazed, her lips swollen and red. “Wow,” she breathed, a little breathless.
He smiled, a feeling of pure joy bubbling up inside him. “Wow, indeed.” He kissed her again, a softer, lingering kiss. His hand drifted lower, over her stomach, then to the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. He felt the dampness there, a testament to her growing excitement.
“You’re… wet,” he whispered, his voice thick with wonder.
She nodded, a soft moan escaping her. “I think so.” She shifted, pressing herself against his hand.
He knelt between her legs, his gaze locked on hers. He wanted to make her feel good, to understand what she liked, what made her sigh and arch. He lowered his head, his tongue tracing the delicate folds of her vulva. Her breath hitched, her fingers digging into his hair. He tasted her, a musky, sweet flavor, and felt a primal urge to bury himself in her.
She whimpered, her hips beginning to undulate slightly. He continued his ministrations, his tongue flicking, swirling, then sucking gently on her clit. Her legs parted wider, her body arching off the bed. A soft cry escaped her lips.
“Oh, Y/N…” she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure.
He felt her body tense, then convulse, a series of small, delicious spasms. She cried out, a pure, uninhibited sound, her fingers clenching in his hair. He continued until her body relaxed, a soft, contented sigh escaping her.
He lifted his head, a triumphant grin on his face. She looked at him, her eyes shining, a soft flush still coloring her cheeks. “That was… amazing.”
He beamed, his heart swelling. “I’m glad.” He moved up, lying beside her, pulling her close. His hand found the condom again, still on the bedside table. He picked it up, his earlier awkwardness returning.
“The condom,” she said, her voice a little breathless. “Do you… want me to help?”
He nodded, a grateful smile on his face. “Please.” He held his flaccid penis out, and she, with a surprising confidence, took the condom, pinching the tip, and slowly unrolled it down his shaft. It felt strange, a cool, constricting sensation, but also a sense of readiness.
He moved above her, supporting his weight on his forearms, his eyes never leaving hers. He felt the tip of his penis against her, warm and wet. He pushed gently, but it felt… tight.
She winced slightly, a small, involuntary sound. “It’s a bit… much.”
He paused, his heart sinking slightly. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, not really,” she said, her voice soft. “Just… a bit much, all at once.” She reached down, her fingers finding his shaft, guiding him. “Slowly.”
He nodded, taking a deep breath. He pushed again, a little slower this time, a little more deliberately. He felt the resistance, then a yielding, a soft give as he slid inside her. He was in, fully, completely. A strange mix of relief and profound connection washed over him.
He lay still for a moment, just feeling her around him, the warmth, the soft embrace of her body. It wasn't the explosive sensation he'd read about in books or seen in movies. It was soft, intimate, a gentle pressure that filled him.
“Okay?” he whispered, his voice a little strained.
She nodded, her eyes closed, a small smile on her face. “Okay.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
He began to move, slowly at first, then with more confidence. Each thrust was a learning curve, a careful exploration. He felt the friction, the warmth, the subtle shift of her body beneath his. It wasn't mind-blowing, not yet. It was awkward, a little clumsy, but infused with a tenderness that made it profoundly beautiful.
He tried to find a rhythm, a pace that felt right for both of them. He felt a slight discomfort, a dull ache that wasn't pain, but just… new. He glanced down, seeing their bodies joined, a raw, vulnerable sight.
“Does it… feel good?” she asked, her voice breathy.
He paused, a little unsure. “It’s… warm. And… nice.” He tried to be honest, to not overstate anything. “Is it for you?”
She nodded, her eyes closed again. “It’s… new. And I like that it’s you.” She shifted her hips, a small, involuntary movement. He felt a slight increase in pressure, a deepening of the sensation.
He continued to move, trying to match her subtle cues. The condom felt a little thick, dulling some of the sensation, but the intimacy, the sheer closeness of their bodies, was overwhelming. He felt himself building, a slow, steady climb. He focused on her, on her soft gasps, on the way her fingers clutched his shoulders.
He felt a sudden shift, a tightening around him. He looked down, and saw the condom had slipped, pulling back slightly. He froze, a wave of panic washing over him.
“Oh,” he said, his voice a little high-pitched. “It… it slipped.”
Eunchae opened her eyes, a flicker of confusion. She looked down, then back at him. “Did it come off?”
He shook his head, pulling out slowly, carefully. The condom was still on, but it had retracted, leaving a small amount of pre-cum on his shaft. He felt a flush of embarrassment. “No, but… it almost did.”
He pulled the condom off, the rubber making a soft, squelching sound as it came free. He felt his erection lessen slightly, the moment broken. He sighed, a mix of frustration and awkwardness.
Eunchae giggled, a soft, innocent sound. She reached for him, her hand warm on his arm. “It’s okay. We’re learning.” She pulled him back down, her lips finding his. “We have all the time in the world to learn.”
He kissed her back, a profound sense of love overriding the awkwardness. This wasn't about perfection. It was about connection, about two people figuring things out together. He felt his erection returning, a little softer, but still present.
He lay beside her, pulling her close, his arms wrapping around her. “I love you, Eunchae.”
She snuggled into his embrace, her head resting on his chest. “I love you too, Y/N.” Her voice was soft, contented. “Even if you’re a bit clumsy.”
He chuckled, a warm feeling spreading through him. “I’m a work in progress.”
She smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Good. Because I plan on sticking around for the whole project.”
Years later, the sky still glowed, but now, the lights in their house were strategically dimmed, creating an intimate cocoon. Y/N watched Eunchae from across the room, a familiar warmth spreading through him. Her laugh, still a bright, clear sound, filled the space as she recounted a funny story from her day. She still possessed that youthful energy, but now it was tempered with a quiet confidence, a knowing grace that came with age and experience.
He had learned her, inch by inch, over the years. He knew the exact curve of her spine, the way her breath hitched just before a laugh, the subtle tension in her shoulders when she was tired. And she, in turn, knew him. She knew the way his jaw tightened when he was deep in thought, the exact spot behind his ear that made him shiver, the slight tremor in his hand when he was truly excited.
She finished her story, her eyes, still wide and expressive, finding his. A playful challenge danced within them. “What are you staring at, Mr. Awkward?”
He pushed off the sofa, a slow, deliberate movement. “Just admiring my wife.” He walked towards her, his gaze never leaving hers. Her eyes, those beautiful doe eyes, held his, anchoring him, drawing him in. He wouldn’t look away, not for anything. It was an unspoken pact, a silent language they had perfected over a decade.
He reached her, his hands finding her waist, pulling her gently against him. Her body, familiar and beloved, fit against his as if designed for it. He lowered his head, his lips finding the soft skin just beneath her ear, a place he knew would send shivers down her spine. A soft sigh escaped her, her body relaxing into his.
“You know what that does to me,” she whispered, her voice husky.
He smiled against her skin. “I know.” His lips trailed down her neck, then to the hollow of her throat. He felt the pulse quicken beneath his touch. His hand drifted lower, over the familiar curve of her hip, then to the delicate inner thigh. He kissed the spot, a light, teasing brush of his lips, and felt her entire body shake, a delicious tremor that resonated through him.
“Y/N,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “You’re playing dirty.”
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound in his chest. “Just getting started.” He lifted her into his arms, carrying her effortlessly towards their bedroom, towards the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
He laid her on the bed, her eyes still locked on his, full of an intoxicating blend of trust and desire. He stripped away her clothes, then his own, his movements fluid, unhurried, each touch a testament to years of shared intimacy. There was no awkward fumbling, no hesitation. Just a deep, abiding understanding.
He moved above her, his body already hard, throbbing with anticipation. He kissed her, a deep, consuming kiss that spoke of years of shared laughter, whispered secrets, and quiet comfort. Their tongues danced, intertwined, a familiar rhythm. He tasted her, a flavor that was uniquely Eunchae, a taste of home.
He entered her slowly, deliberately, feeling her open to him, welcoming him. The sensation was immediate, profound, a deep thrumming that resonated through his entire being. There was no condom now, just the raw, uninhibited connection of skin on skin, body on body.
He began to move, a slow, languid rhythm that built steadily, each thrust deeper, more powerful than the last. He felt her clench around him, her inner muscles contracting, pulling him in further. Her hips rose to meet his, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, urging him on.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice a low moan. “Just like that, Y/N.”
He watched her face, the way her eyes fluttered closed, the small, breathless gasps that escaped her lips. He knew every flicker of emotion, every subtle shift in her body. He knew when to slow down, when to speed up, when to plunge deep and hold.
His balls slapped rhythmically against her ass as he thrust, the sound a soft, wet shlick against the growing squelch of their bodies. He felt the friction, the delicious heat building between them. He could feel her getting wetter, the slickness increasing with each stroke. He lowered his head, his lips finding her ear, whispering reassurances, words of love.
He felt her body begin to tense, a familiar signal. Her hips began to buck against his, her breathing ragged. He increased his pace, pushing deeper, faster, driving into her with a primal urgency. Her cries grew louder, more insistent.
“I’m… oh, Y/N… I’m so close,” she gasped, her nails digging into his back.
He felt the tremors begin, a delicious tightening around his cock. He pulled back, then plunged forward one last, powerful thrust, burying himself deep inside her. He felt her climax, a series of exquisite contractions that gripped him, squeezing him, milking him. Her body convulsed, a profound release that sent shivers through his own.
He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, and then, with a final, shuddering thrust, he spilled his seed deep inside her, a warm, pulsing wave of pleasure. He collapsed onto her, his body heavy, sated, their breaths mingling in the quiet room.
He lay there for a long moment, feeling the warmth of her body beneath his, the slow thrum of their hearts synchronizing. He kissed her temple, then her lips, a soft, lingering kiss of pure contentment.
“Still awkward?” she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips.
He chuckled, his voice thick with emotion. “Never with you.” He held her tighter, pulling the blanket over them. The city lights still glowed outside, but inside, their world was soft, warm, and perfectly in sync. They had learned, over the years, that love wasn't about perfect beginnings, but about the beautiful, messy journey of learning each other, day by day, touch by touch. And in that, they had found their own perfect rhythm.
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.
Pause at the right time and you get to see how this petite slut has big boobs. Fucking love staring at them in class when she wears slutty tops to grab the attention of students and all the professors. Lowkey the top slut in SMU
The type of girl that always get invited to pool parties. What she does not know is that the guys will fill the pool with their sperm before hand hoping to her pregnant.
A/N: Halfway into the Bro Zuha's second set! Last one should be soon, barring any surprise BFHs.
Fanprose link here.
Enjoy.
Like, seriously, if there is one thing you don’t get about Kazuha, is that she does things without letting you know sometimes.
You’ve learned to get used to it, really. You’ve stopped wondering how in god’s green earth this happened, or why the universe decided to send it to your end of the world.
The Chaewon incident that started this whole thing coming to mind, which you weren’t opposed to at all, considering the events that occurred afterwards. A few more surprises here and there with her closest friends with the other, the more recent one being Kazuha coming home, drunk off her ass along with the girls.
That was a rather interesting Friday night, you’ll say. Your body has never felt so sore in your entire life the next few days after.
Extremely worth it, for all intents and purposes however.
But, to your point, she doesn’t let you know about things that you would very much like to know beforehand. Like today, for example, when you come home from what you thought was going to be an ordinary Wednesday until—
“Hi!”
“Jesus–” This was not what you were expecting when you came home from work. Luggage bags left in your hallway, a woman that is most certainly not Kazuha sitting on your couch, sipping on one of your yogurt milk drinks as she waves at you. Which makes you question where Kazuha is. “Uh, hello?”
“You must be Kazuha's boyfriend.” The woman continues sipping on her drink, the loud slurps coming from the straw pausing as she smiles prettily at you. “She said you'd be here around this time, so I thought of saying hi.”
“Right.” You are, for all intents and purposes, extremely skeptical of this woman. Don’t know who she is, where she came from, why there’s so much of her shit scattered in your hallway. She’s just here, for reasons you have zero idea of.
You walk to the kitchen counter, placing down your backpack before turning towards her. “Sorry, who are you?”
“Oh!” She practically jumps out of the couch, and skips straight towards you with a grin on her face. “Name’s Rei. Naoi Rei.” She outstretches a hand.
You take her hand and shake it gently, tell her your name and be answered with a cute little nod that you swear is not making you cringe on the inside or make your heart race from how adorable it was.
“So you are Zuha’s boyfriend!” she repeats, and before you could come up with a reply for it, the front door swings open once again.
“Looks like you two are getting along.” Kazuha's striding in, a shopping bag in one hand, and a small handbag in another. She stands next to you, smiling and leaning in to give you a peck on the lips before she hands the bag to Rei. “Here's some extra pillows you can use.”
Rei gasps, and you're confused on whether this woman's a walking adorable little thing or not because every action she does looks way, way too cute to be normal.
“Thank you so much, I'll pay you back before I leave,” Rei says, pulling out a pair of pillows from the bag, the paper falling down the ground.
“Don't worry about it,” Kazuha replies, placing her bag next to your pack, and you watch as Rei squeezes one of the cushions between her arm, picking up the bag on the ground and walking back to the couch with another thanks.
Which leaves you with Kazuha. You turn to her, blinking slowly and giving her a pointed look. Your hands gesture towards Rei, who's gotten in her own world on the couch, setting up her makeshift bed on it. “So.”
“So,” Kazuha repeats, eyes following your hands. “That's Rei.”
“That is Rei, yes.” Your palms rest on your hips. “Why is Rei here with a bunch of luggage, exactly?”
“She’s asked if she can crash for a few days,” she explains, leaning her elbow on the kitchen counter. “Traveled all the way from Japan for some music festival this weekend.” Said Rei would be gone by Wednesday next week, Kazuha swears. “She won’t cause us any trouble, trust me.”
You turn your gaze back to Rei, legs up in the air while she’s hugging one of the pillows and scrolling down her phone. You can faintly hear the sounds quickly shifting from one topic to another as her thumb swipes up every so often. “And when you say trouble–” Queue your finger air quotes. “You mean she’s not going to be involved in one of your plans?”
Kazuha only smiles at you, hand rising up to pat your cheek fondly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” There’s that familiar twinkle in your eye that you spot—one that you’re not sure whether to be excited or wary of what she’s cooking up—before she walks away.
Sighing and shaking your head, you take another look at Rei. Still busy with her phone, paying you no mind and not causing any trouble, just like Kazuha said.
You can’t help but add a ‘yet’, though.
—
Trouble, you’ve realized, decided to come in small batches over the course of the next few days.
Nothing that would get you arrested or caught in an indecent way, no. For the most part, it was you doing your usual routine with the added intrusion that Rei is living in your living room. And it causes a few odd encounters with her every now and again.
Like when Kazuha decided to jump you the following Thursday when you got home, kissing you right there in the doorway just as you opened the door to your apartment. And while it was an unexpected surprise that you would normally, wholeheartedly welcome with open arms, seeing Rei pretend that you and Kazuha are not sucking each other’s faces off wasn’t weird at all.
At least, not for Kazuha. It was odd as all hell for you when you realized that Rei was looking pretty earnestly until she got caught.
Or on Friday, where you swear to all manners of religion out there that you heard moaning outside your bedroom door when you woke up in the middle of the night because the bathroom was calling you. Suffice to say it was a quick run to and from the bathroom to avoid interrupting Rei’s potential ‘her’ time.
And you won’t lie, needing to be quiet in your own home because a guest was touching yourself was incredibly awkward, considering that’s not something anyone would ever stumble upon. Even more so when you were left alone on Saturday, when Rei was out at her festival, Kazuha coming along with her when Rei said her friend wouldn’t be able to make it.
“It’d be a great way for us to really catch up!” You remember Rei telling Kazuha before they left this morning. And for the most part, you kinda agree with her. The three of you never really seem to have a good time to sit down and hang out, outside of the two of them since they seemed rather close. You in particular, given that you’re mostly out on the weekdays that Rei started living in your apartment.
And as much as they wanted you to come with, the extortionist pricing to get tickets this late made all three of you exclaim profanities so loud that you were afraid of finally getting a noise complaint.
Aside from the rather relaxing afternoon you had cleaning up your home while watching the weekend motorsport race in an attempt to get rid of any lingering thoughts about Rei touching herself on your couch—one that you sat on for quite a while after doing the chores (you need to clean this couch soon)—and making some dinner for yourself after getting a text from Kazuha that they’ll be coming home late, you decided to call it early tonight and catch up with the two in the morning.
Which gets completely derailed when you wake up in the wee hours of Sunday, where you are awoken from the sounds that are coming from your living room. It causes you to groggily get out of bed, the intimate familiarity of your home allowing you to walk on autopilot even without fully opening your eyes.
Or have your senses wake up until you flick the light on to find Kazuha and Rei making out by the kitchen counter, the former practically shoving her tongue down the latter.
You blink like an owl. Slowly, peculiarly, until the scene before you registers in your mind and you start looking like a deer in headlights. Then your brain finally catches up to what you’re seeing and—
“Well, good morning to you girls too.” Dragging a palm across your face, you decide to head over to grab a cup and fill it up with water. “Did you have fun earlier?”
Rei lets out a blissful hum, letting out a gasp as Kazuha leaves her lips to kiss down her neck. “Great,” she gasps, holding onto Kazuha’s locks. Rei lets out an even loud gasp when she gets hoisted up onto the counter by Kazuha, and even you were raising eyebrows at how assertive Kazuha is being tonight.
Or today, you’re not sure yourself.
You take a good, long drink of your cup, downing it all in one go, a quiet, refreshed noise coming out of your lips before putting it down. You have half a mind to walk up and join in on whatever debauchery Kazuha’s planned, and another to go back to bed and let them have their fun, considering they’ve already started without you.
Kazuha might not even know you’re here, what with her buried completely in Rei’s chest, her hands pulling the jacket she has on away before her fingers begin to pull Rei’s top up to expose her chest and holy shit Rei being even more stacked than you thought was not in your bingo card.
Not that you were looking, of course. You were simply appreciating the times her cleavage was in display. Totally not looking down whenever you had the chance, no.
Your bro will never let you live it down. But then again, anyone would be happy to have their faces shoved full of tits, especially ones as big as Rei’s.
Kazuha included.
Speaking of, she’s finally gotten her head out of Rei’s tits and turns to you with a grin. “Hey.” Is all she says, like this is another Sunday for her (and for the most part, this was a normal Sunday before you two were a thing, the player that your girlfriend was. Still is.) “Had a good day doing nothing today?”
“I cleaned, thank you very much,” you answer, walking up next to her, arm wrapping around her waist and leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek, like this is another Sunday for you. “I’m guessing this is how Rei is paying you back for staying?”
“Oh this was for the pillows I got her,” Kazuha says, taking your free hand and placing it on Rei’s bra-covered breast, and even with the fabric in the way you can feel how soft and large they are in your hand. Rei encourages you further, pushing her chest out for the both of you and your fingers can’t stop themselves from squeezing. “Now she’s paying us back with her pillows.”
“They are some very nice pillows,” you mutter, engrossed in the soft flesh.
Kazuha chuckles, a hand coming down to cup the bulge growing in your shorts, fondling you through your clothing. Her lips come close; kisses starting from your neck, journeying her way up to your cheek all the way until she can nibble your earlobe, cooing a question that you’ll ever answer. “Better than Kkura’s?”
Whether it be because you don’t want to hurt Rei’s feelings (especially cause you’re getting a feel of her tits), Sakura’s feelings when Kazuha eventually tells her (cause you know Sakura’s going to come barging in your apartment one night when she learns about it), or your own physical being, you can’t be sure. What you are sure of is that all three can be an option, but you’re too busy fondling Rei’s breasts to give Kazuha an answer anyway.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Kazuha sing-songs, tugging your shorts down to your ankles. “Rei, be a dear and help me out here, why don’t you?”
“On it!” Rei’s hands come to the waistband of your boxers, and they end up right above your shorts. Your cock twitching and leaking and Christ her hands feel amazing stroking you so gently it makes you moan.
It makes Kazuha giggle; a sound that makes you fall deeper into this whole rabbit hole of fucking yet another one of her friends. “Excited now, are we bro?” And it’s like she’s reading your mind, even when she’s on her knees and looking at you with those doe eyes. Knowing that you’re just as turned on as she is, that you’ll be sharing Rei between the both of you.
That, or it could be the other way around and she’s sharing you with her friends.
“Well, don’t worry too much,” Kazuha continues, inching closer to your cock. “Let Rei and I take care of you for the night, hmm?” Her tongue gives a quick lick at your tip, making your thighs clench.
“Let me guess–” you exhale, glancing back to Rei. “Is this your thanks for letting you stay?”
“Nope!” she says, her entire face lighting up. She leans in and gives your cheek a quick peck then drops off the counter to follow Kazuha on her knees. “I’m doing this cause I’m so fucking wet right now.” Rei gives that same quick kiss to your tip, holding you by the base all while Kazuha watches by her side.
“Rei’s a little bit of a horndog,” Kazuha adds, nudging Rei lightly. Rei only nods in agreement, her tongue coming out to lick your shaft; from the tip going down to the base of your cock, she leaves no surface safe from her pretty pink muscle that’s eager to get you ready. “And she is very adventurous.”
“I can tell.” Just by the way Rei is worshipping your balls, taking each one in her mouth and rolling them with her tongue, sucking and licking away at them so goddamn well it makes you lean back onto the counter to brace yourself for when Kazuha inescapably joins in. “Christ, Zuha, you’re making me think you’ve fucked all your friends.”
“Not all of them,” Kazuha snaps back, a smirk on her lips. She gets closer to your dick, hot breath tickling you, and the air you need in your lungs gets exponentially bigger the moment her own tongue comes out to have her fun. “I’m thinking we should double team someone one of these days, though.”
Jesus, this woman truly is after your own heart. Even the mere thought of Kazuha wearing a strap, pinning Rei down and getting to stuff her in both holes sounded insane. And here she is, telling you that she’s ready and willing to go; might not even need to be Rei at all.
“Hot,” Rei comments, like her mouth isn’t preoccupied with your balls. “Can that be me? Please let it be me.”
The shit eating grin on Kazuha’s face when she hears that, paired with her eyebrows wiggling at you causes a shaky laugh to spill out of your lips. Knowing that it really, actually, might be Rei that’s going to get stuffed by the both of you in the near future makes you throb harder, pulsing around Kazuha’s hand.
Something you’ll anticipate for later, when the time comes. Right now you need to focus on not cumming too early when both Kazuha takes your cock in her mouth, tongue swirling around your cockhead just as Rei manages to take both your balls in hers. It makes you grip the counter tighter, hissing a curse and looking up at the ceiling just so the view won’t make you explode in record time.
Not that it matters, you’re only delaying the inevitable when it comes to Kazuha.
“Z-Zuha–” you stutter, a hand coming to rest on her hair, running your fingers through her locks when she takes you deep. Mouth locked firmly around your length, she sucks eagerly, cheeks hollowing out as she bobs. Up and down and up and down and down and down until her nose almost reaches your crotch. Letting out a gag before she comes up for air, stroking your spit covered cock and looks up at you with a smile.
“Problem?” The tilt of her head partnered with the grin playing her face is fucking you up seven ways to Sunday, and your fingers curled up in her hair tightens in response. Combined with the fact that Rei’s never let up on your balls, and it’s a constant barrage of pleasure that you do not have the strength to win against.
“I–fuck–” It’s embarrassing to admit, having to lose so quickly against these two, but waking up and having your dick sucked wasn't exactly what you were expecting to happen. “I’m not gonna last long.”
Rei pauses, coming up and finally giving you a moment's rest, and she is a mess. Droll running down her chin that she doesn’t bother wiping off, only slurping what she can in her mouth as she grins at you two. “Can I do the thing please?”
You turn to Kazuha. “What thing?”
“Course you can, Rei.” Kazuha gives Rei a kiss on the cheek.
“Yes!” Rei leaves one last kiss on your cock, her tongue making out with the tip and the surprise almost makes you kick your feet up.
“Holy shit–”
She doesn't stay for long, kissing you cock one last time before she stands up. Before you can know it Kazuha is pulling you away from the counter, getting you to stand upright.
“Dude, what is she talking about?” You hold on to Kazuha's shoulders, the clothes around your ankles being a pain to move forward.
Kazuha only grins and gives you a wink. “When I said Rei was adventurous–” You can feel Rei behind you now, her hands on your shoulders, face peeking out from behind to kiss you dangerously close to your lips but pulls away to smooch you on the cheek. “She’s really adventurous.”
Rei must know what'll happen if she decides to have a taste of your lips.
Clothes rustling behind you pique your curiosity, making you want to turn around to see Rei's breasts out of that damn bra. Wanting to feel the weight of them in your palms, pinch and play with her nipples, give them a nice, good squeeze—
A squeaky, girly noise comes out of you, shivers up your spine, your skin tingling all over the place, body locking up; it happens all at once, overloading your senses and almost making you double over if not for Kazuha holding you upright. You don’t know how to react, your body running on instinct at the burst of pleasure that’s hit you, all because of a wet intrusion poking in your taint.
“What the fuck, Rei–” The letters that constitute pronouncing her name slowly become gibberish in favor of a long, drawn out moan, your hands grabbing Kazuha’s head in an attempt to find solace. Even if you must look so fucked stupid in front of her, that smile Kazuha gives you is somehow both endearing and problematic at the same time.
“Relax,” Kazuha says, and that one word—that one, simple word—is enough to let you know that there is, in fact, a problem. “Just let go when you need to, alright?”
And when Kazuha starts to double down on the assault of pleasure being inflicted on you, you just know that you’re not going to last much longer. You’re almost hyperventilating at how potent the feeling is, the tingling becoming a numbing sensation over your body from it all.
The sensation of Rei licking around your pucker, circling it with her tongue before she does a few pokes to test your reaction. Kazuha’s head a blur from how fast her head is bobbing, blowing you so eagerly. Rei digging her fingers in your ass once her tongue plunges in to rim you. Kazuha’s gaze never losing its focus away from you, her lips suctioned at your tip, tongue circling around, flicking the slit of your cockhead while her hands stroke you.
You’re seeing stars. Blots of white start blocking your vision, the hold you have on Kazuha’s head getting firmer to hold yourself together. It’s useless trying to fight back against it, not when these two are tongue fucking you on both sides. You try to warn either of them that the inevitable is happening, but all that comes out is garbled mutterings of a man gone mad.
It just happened, is what you eventually tell the both. When your eyes roll back and your cock erupts straight into Kazuha’s waiting mouth, filling up with cum at each pulse. The hum that vibrates around your cock along with the tongue slowly licking around your taint coaxes more and more of your load to come out, and it all seems neverending.
Rei comes out from behind, leaving your backside to kneel next to your leg. A finger feathers around your taint, even as she stares at Kazuha prolongs your load. And Kazuha manages to stay attached to your cock, jerking you off to gain more of your spunk, swallowing what she can even as it starts to spill out of her lips. The wonder in Rei’s eyes as she watches, the perverse anticipation in her lips—and all you can do is moan and let it all happen.
“There you go,” Rei mutters, her thighs pushing together. “Give her all that cum. Give her everything so I can have some for myself.”
Kazuha’s lips leave your shaft and you’re crumbling to the floor, feeling like you just ran a marathon and back from the experience. Rei makes sure that you don’t hurt yourself, getting your back against the counter before she gets pulled in for a kiss by Kazuha.
Cum gets swapped between their lips, lips savouring the taste, their tongues sliding together and sharing what Kazuha has milked from you. Some spill down, some stick to their lips, most get swallowed from both. It’s all so messy, and they don’t care at all.
Somehow, someway, your cock comes to life from the view. You don’t understand how, and you’re genuinely scared to find out what happens when you figure out that your body is overruling your sense of survival for more of this.
They part, Kazuha turning to you as Rei licks up any leftover cum that’s fallen down to the former’s chest. “You look like you enjoyed that.”
“I look like I’m a fucking corpse,” you reply, causing Kazuha and Rei to giggle. “What the hell was even that?”
“Just a little thank you for cleaning up the apartment while we were off partying.” Kazuha closes the distance between you two, coming to your left. She cups your cheek, and her lips meet yours.
Arms wrap around her waist to pull her close, and you relax. Letting yourself get swept away by Kazuha’s soft lips for a moment, whispering such a rare phrase to you in between all of the kisses that it makes you smile. You say it back, just when you feel a wet pressure around your length.
It makes you flinch in surprise, pulling you away from the moment, from Kazuha. You look down, and Rei’s in between your legs, cock popping off her lips.
“So about that double team,” Rei starts, slowly stroking you. It was enough to ease you back into hardness. She’s careful with you, making sure that the pleasure doesn’t become pain from overstimulating you. “Can that be my payment for staying here for the week?”
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