Summary: Giselle calls you the 'perfect virgin'. When horror strikes your town, she decides to take your virginity once and for all.
Genre: smut, oral, dom!Giselle, *toxic yuri*
Pairing: Giselle x female reader
Word count: 2k
You scrambled up the stairs, almost crawling, your lungs screaming. White spots were already taking over your vision. In seconds, you would pass out.
You didn’t care. You just had to hide before the killer found you.
Yes. The attic.
Willing yourself to take one more flight of stairs, you threw open the attic door… and saw the masked killer at the top. He spun around to face you, knife in hand.
Everything slowed down. You heard each one of your heartbeats. Slow. Separate.
So this was where you would die. The final girl.
Suddenly, the knife clattered out of the killer’s hand. He sagged onto the floor.
Behind him, was the small, slender frame of a girl. She was holding a knife with both hands, her limbs trembling. Her long dark hair was wet and matted. The blood splattered all over her face was dark and dry. Only the blood on her hands was fresh.
“Giselle,” you breathed. “You … saved my life.”
Giselle looked down at her hands and shrieked, dropping the knife. “Oh my god. What have I done?”
Her bambi eyes sparkled with tears. Her thick lashes trembled. She raised her hands to her face, staring at the killer’s blood.
“You saved us,” you said hoarsely. “I thought I was the last one left.”
“I thought so too,” she whispered. “If you hadn’t surprised him, I would be dead.”
“Woah,” she said, stepping over his body and climbing shakily down the stairs, dragging her bloody hands along the walls. “Y/n. You don’t look so good.”
You wanted to answer, but your voice wasn’t working. The white spots grew…
Giselle’s warm, shaking hands gripped you as you felt yourself fade away.
“Baby…” you heard your best friend say as you let go of consciousness, her warm breath misting your cheek. “I got you. You’re safe now. Rest.”
When you woke up, you were lying on the big bed in your parents’ bedroom. You felt - well you felt like you’d spent the night running from a vicious serial killer.
Giselle was lying in the bed next to you, stroking your hair. She was clean now, faintly lemon-scented, her pink cheeks glowing. It was a comfort to have her with you. After all, you’d known each other since you were in pull-up underwear.
You tried to sit up. “The police. Where are they? How long was I out for?”
“It’s been a few hours,” she said. “The police are still down there. I spoke to them, and I said you would answer all their questions when you’d rested.”
*“*But who was the killer-” you said hoarsely.
“Jamie. From our school. But you can’t do anything about that now,” she said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Just rest.”
You lay back, trying to wrap your head around it all.
“I can’t believe I survived,” you said, laughing dryly. “Me, the unluckiest girl in the world.”
Giselle leaned over you, twirling a strand of your hair. Her voice was husky. “Honey, you? We all knew you would make it. You’re the beautiful little virgin. Miss innocent. Haven’t you ever seen a horror movie?”
You fought a smile. “Is it that obvious I’m a virgin?”
Giselle tossed her hair over her shoulder, her eyes darkening. “No, the real shocker is that I survived. The high school slut.” She pretended to whisper. “Just ask the football team.”
“I never thought of you that way,” you said quietly.
She stared at you, straight on, parting her glossy lips. “What if I wanted you to think of me that way?”
Watching you closely, she kissed your lips. It was sweet and perfect. You just wished that you were feeling a little better.
“I’m disgusting,” you groaned. “I’m covered in sweat and blood. I need to shower.”
“I don’t mind,” she giggled. “And I can help you shower.”
You started to protest, but she was already walking you to the bathroom. When Giselle peeled off your T-shirt and jeans, it felt so good you decided to let her help you.
You sighed, letting your eyes fall shut as the hot water hit your skin.
When you opened them again, you nearly screamed.
Giselle was standing right opposite you, in the shower, completely naked.
“Gigi?” you squeaked. “You didn’t say you were showering too?”
She shrugged, reaching for the bar soap. “I said I would help you shower. What are you, scared?”
But you weren’t scared. Actually, you were trembling from a very different emotion.
Desire.
You couldn’t believe Giselle, the girl everyone wanted, was bare before your eyes.
Your eyes slipped slowly down Giselle’s soapy naked body. Her high, fragile collarbones sank into small but surprisingly heavy breasts. The soap suds slid over her dark, perfectly round nipples. Beneath her tiny waist, her round stomach gathered. Her thighs were lean and slightly parted … and between them, peeked her hot pink pussy lips.
You blinked fast, and turned to look at the shampoo bottles. You couldn’t believe you were staring so shamelessly. Your pussy was thudding like a drum.
Her small, strong hands wrapped around your waist. You could feel her hot body against your back. She kissed down your shoulder, slow and wet.
“Y/n. The sweet little virgin,” Giselle whispered, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Won’t you turn around?” Giselle said.
The rough edges of her voice made you shiver.
You slowly turned, knowing that she would see you blush.
She began to kiss down your stomach, getting closer and closer to your heat. Your thighs were trembling; you could barely stand.
Finally, she kneeled in front of you, staring up at you with her wide black eyes. Her hair was soaked all over again. The dark strands pressed to the sides of her face and tangled over her chest, brushing her nipples.
“The killer’s gone now,” she said, laughing. “You don’t have to be the perfect virgin anymore.”
You nodded fast, too overwhelmed to speak.
Giselle opened her mouth in a wide smile and pressed a kiss right over your clit. She moaned, letting her eyes fall closed. Then, she began to lick all over your pussy, spreading your thighs with her strong hands.
You leaned against the tiled wall, shutting your eyes and losing yourself in the feeling. Her tongue was merciless. It brushed up your pussy lips and thrust against your clit, over and over. It was like she was trying to gobble your pussy up and swallow you whole.
It was such a strange feeling that you almost told her to stop, but then the burning pleasure in your pussy was too strong to resist.
The water was almost getting cold, but you could barely feel it.
All your senses faded into that sweet spot at the top of your pussy, stung by Giselle’s tongue.
You felt the pleasure building, from the tips of your toes upwards.
“Gigi,” you sighed, fighting the urge to grab her hair and pull her head against you. “I’m so close. I’m so close.”
“Good,” she breathed. “You can let go for me.”
Every word she spoke was a spike of pleasure against your clit.
“Yes! Giselle!” you moaned, coiling her hair tight against your fist so you could hit that perfect spot.
And then you were coming, with shockwaves rolling through your body, and your pussy oozing wetness all over your friend’s face.
You were secretly thrilled to lose your virginity to your best friend Giselle. You'd heard stories about her kissing girls in the club, but you'd never dared to imagine she was really attracted to them - let alone to you. You'd learnt to hide your raging attraction to her years ago.
Giselle threw you back as she slammed her fingers into your pussy, your head hitting the tile behind you. You shut your eyes and rode the wave.
Your body was impossibly wet and slippery, between your cum and the shower water. Liquid gushed, thick and hot over your legs.
Your whole body burned, white-hot, almost painful.
Actually, you thought, that was painful. That was unbearably painful.
When you opened your eyes, you saw it. Red. Bright red blood, flowing freely from your belly and washing over the shower tiles.
Giselle was standing in front of you, naked and dripping with water, a knife flashing in her hand, coated in your blood.
She had stabbed you.
You screamed as the pain sank in, deeper than any you’d ever felt.
Giselle stroked your cheek, holding you up like a doll as your legs gave way.
“Scream all you like, sweetie,” she whispered, her black eyes nearly crossed. “It’s just you and me.”
“But - the police -” you choked out.
“Were never called,” she said with a sad smile. “And by the time they arrive, it will be too late. The innocent little daughter will be dead.” She laughed. “Well. Not so innocent anymore.”
“It was you,” you said, as you fought the darkness. “You were the killer all along.”
“Jamie was my little assistant. He was no longer useful to me.”
“But why did you-” you tried to ask, as you sank onto the cold floor. “Why me?”
Giselle placed the knife down daintily, washing her hands in the cold stream of the shower water. She shivered, the soft flesh of her boobs quivering like jelly.
Then, she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, shrugging at you.
“You know the rules,” Giselle said. “There can only be one final girl.”
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Summary: tonight, you're giving your shy and cold boyfriend Anton a blowjob for the first time...
Genre: smut, oral, cum play, college AU, angst if you squint
Word count: 3k
“Toni, you ready?” you called from the bedroom.
“Yeah. One second,” you heard Anton call back.
You were thrilled because tonight, you were going down on your boyfriend for the first time ever.
You wanted him to choose everything - the outfits, the position, even the music. You said this stuff was for ambience, but really, you thought it would help with Anton's nervousness.
You knew he was scared of this advanced sex move. When you guys had sex, Anton was very shy, and could quickly become overwhelmed. He always insisted you have sex under the covers. He would even cover his face when he orgasmed because of what he called his ‘shrek face’.
So receiving a blow job was a big deal. You knew that if Anton just trusted you, he would love it.
And you wanted nothing more than to feel Anton inside your mouth. You fantasised about having that soft, pale flesh within the cage of your mouth. You wanted to feel his heavy length on your tongue. You wanted to graze his most sensitive organ with your teeth. You wanted your mouth flooded with his thick essence.
You knew some boys used blowjobs to degrade their girlfriends, but you weren't scared of that. You and Anton were in love. You already belonged to him, body and soul.
You really wanted to tell Anton to use your body for his pleasure, but he wasn't quite ready to hear that, so you arranged this special night to show him how you felt instead.
“Hey, baby,” you said, standing in front of the door, in the blue frilly bra and panties you found a little embarassing, but Anton loved you in.
“Hi” Anton said, hovering by the door, scratching the back of his head.
He seemed aloof, but you saw how his black eyes were magnetised to your bare body, to the spot between your legs.
“Don't I look nice?” you said, padding up to him.
“Y-yes,” Anton said stiffly. You caught his mouth in a soft kiss, pushing his back to the door so it clicked shut. You stroked his soft cheek.
Anton's large hands skated over your bare back, too gentlemanly to touch anywhere private. He kneaded your shoulders with shaky fingers.
Anton's special talent was kissing, because he was so gentle. He would grasp your bottom lip then let it spring free, repeating it over and over till you were shaking, your mouth soaked with spit, your core already pulsing with blood and begging to be filled by him.
You pulled back, breathless. You noticed that he was too shy to hold your gaze.
“What song did you choose?” you said, reaching for your phone.
“Uh… “ Anton hesitated. “I don't know. Maybe… Do your dance?”
“Anton! Do your dance is a dance song! Don't you want something slower and more romantic? Or…sexier?” you said, pulling his black shorts down a little so you could massage his hip bones.
Anton took a step away so his back hit the door. “I don't know. Um. You decide.”
“Okay… what about the position? Do you want to stand? Or sit? Or maybe even lie down?”
You sank to your knees, measuring the distance between your mouth and his crotch. If you did this, you thought, you might need a pillow.
“And where do you want to come? In my mouth? Do I spit? Or swallow?”
As you spoke, Anton's face turned a deep shade of purple.
He slid out from your arms and sat on the bed, rubbing his arm. He was breathing hard.
“I don't know, okay? I don't know. I don't care. I'll do anything you want.” His eyes grazed the floor.
You bit your lip. “I mean, have you given this any thought at all? Haven't you ever imagined me giving you a blow job?”
“Well - no,” Anton said quietly.
You were so hurt for a moment that you couldn't speak.
“I have to have a shower,” you said. “I've got a lecture first thing tomorrow. Maybe you should sleep at your accomodation, Anton,” you said in a wavering voice, walking to the bathroom.
“Wait. Y/n. Don't be mad,” Anton said, his face red and trembling.
“Sorry Anton. I'm just feeling like a bit of a creep right now and I want to be alone,” you said.
Then you locked yourself in the bathroom, and sat on the edge of the tub until you heard him leave.
It was only then that you let yourself burst into tears.
The next night you were sitting at your desk, watching Netflix when you heard a knock on the door. You were only in your ratty T-shirt and pyjama shorts.
You opened the door and saw Anton there, looking fresh and clean in his simple white T shirt and jeans, his hair falling over his face. He was more serious than ever.
“Hey,” you said, letting him walk inside. You were hurt, but he was your boyfriend after all.
Anton turned, swung his arms and rocked himself back onto your bed like a doll. “I want to talk about last night,” he said, kneading his hands together.
“Toni. Please. I don't want to,” you begged.
“It's not fair, you know,” he said, suddenly raising his voice. “You know it takes me a lot of time to process things. Not everybody can move at your crazy pace, Y/n.”
“Great,” you said. “Now I'm not only a sex pervert, I'm crazy.”
“No - I mean you didn't give me any time to explain last night.” He looked down. “You see, I honestly hadn’t thought about you doing that before. I just couldn’t let myself imagine it.”
You sat down on the bed, drawn in by his honest tone.
Anton continued, staring down at his fingers. “Now I can’t stop imagining it.”
You were knocked breathless by his comment.
“Really?” you said quietly. “Because we-”
Anton put a gentle finger on your lips, silencing you. “Just don’t think about what I might be into. Think about what you want. You want to do it, don’t you?”
You blushed, letting his palm stroke your cheek. “But Toni, girls aren’t really meant to want to do it. I don’t want to feel all dirty.”
Anton leaned into your ear. “And boys aren’t meant to want to taste their girlfriends, but I do.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “And I know you want it. Do it any way you want … as long as you come from it.”
A jolt of excitement hit your spine. That was a challenge. You had to give Anton the kind of blow job that would make you orgasm? That felt almost impossible.
“Okay,” you said, your heart racing.
Anton's eyelashes fluttered. He sat on the bed, arms clasped in his lap, his chest rising and falling fast. “So…” he said, his voice low.
“Take off your shirt,” you ordered.
Anton's face darkened. He turned away from you, momentarily shy, and reached behind his back, tugging his shirt over his head with one hand. You watched the flexing muscles of his back, your throat dry.
You grabbed your phone and put on your song. Art Deco by Lana del Rey.
Anton turned back, his lip twitching in a smile at the song.
You pounced into his lap, making him laugh lightly and almost fall back. You smoothed your hands over the silky skin of his chest, letting your palms graze his nipples.
His soft cheek nuzzled into your neck. When he was shirtless, Anton could never meet your eye. You loved that.
You dragged your nails slowly over his chest and soft stomach, making him sigh.
You let your knees fall to the wooden floor of your bedroom with a smack.
You smoothed out his thighs, digging your thumbs into the tight muscle. You rubbed the denim back and forth. Anton's stomach shivered with every touch.
To your delight, you could see his bulge growing with every rub - and you hadn’t even touched him.
The line of hair leading into his belt was coal black and impossibly thick. It was as different from the hair on his head as earth from sky. You pulled the hair of his happy trail taut and nipped at it with your teeth, making Anton gasp.
The shape of his dick became increasingly obvious under the zip of his jeans. You toyed with the zip thoughtfully.
Anton's face was a very dark red. He grunted. “Open it. Please. It hurts.”
You leaned back. Then, instead of opening his zipper, you mounted his thighs again. You walked your fingers slowly up his throat, his chin, and tapped on his lips. He watched you so closely he was cross-eyed.
“Open up,” you whispered.
Anton shook his head, whining playfully.
"Open up."
Anton's eyes fluttered and his thick pink lips fell open.
You pushed two of your fingers into his mouth.
“Now suck,” you ordered.
Something sounded in Anton's throat, and you felt his hot mouth latch against your fingers. His mouth was so strong it could suck your fingers up. The rough buds of his tongue rubbed your fingertips. Spit slipped between your fingers and out of the corner of his mouth.
Somehow, you could feel that powerful mouth right in your pussy. Every motion sent a lightning bolt to your clit.
You pulled your hand back with a lewd pop. Spit trickled down the edge of your wrist.
“Open your pants,” you said.
Anton scrambled to pull his jeans down, so his cock pressed through the fabric of his black boxers.
They were nice, you noticed. Possibly his nicest ones.
Anton yanked down his underwear, sighing as his cock was finally let free. It was slender, but long, and cherry red at the tip.
You finally clasped his cock with your spit-drenched fingers. Anton bit his lip. You started running your hand slowly up and down his member. You squeezed the tip, hard, as you got back on your knees on the floor.
Anton gulped.
“You don’t like to make noise, do you?” you said, looking into his liquid black eyes as you slowly jerked his twitching cock. “Well, you will make noise for me now. You will talk to me about what I’m doing, and what you like about it. And if I feel like it, you will beg. Got it?”
Anton nodded, then realised he had not spoken. “Sorry. Got it.”
You grasped his cock in your hand and began to lap up and down it with your tongue. You squeezed the juice from his tip and massaged it between your fingers.
You looked up at Anton expectantly.
“Oh. Right,” he said shakily. “You’re… um… licking my -” He paused.
You nodded, stroking his thigh comfortingly.
“You’re licking my dick,” he said quickly, a smile spreading over his face. “And touching it. It feels - ticklish. And good.”
Still grasping him, you lowered your head and took his tip into your mouth and began to suck.
You dragged your nails down Anton's smooth thigh.
“Oh. Um. You’re - sucking me.” He shivered. “Your mouth. Ugh. So wet.”
You hummed in approval, and Anton shuddered, pulling his tousled hair between his fingers.
“Harder, please,” he said. “You can’t hurt me. Really go for it.”
Squeezing him in your fist, you began to suck in earnest, running your mouth up and down his length. He was heavy along your tongue, and tasted of the most delicious salt.
“You’re sucking it, and it’s so-” Anton started. His words melted into a moan.
You were stunned. Anton never usually made noises like that. Something about the situation was making him act different than usual.
As you continued to blow Anton, his panting got louder. His hands still tugged at his soft hair.
“Oh Y/n,” he breathed. “It feels - It’s perfect.”
Egged on by his praise, you sucked faster and harder.
Anton's hips began to move a little, desperately following your mouth.
“Y/n,” he said, his voice almost drowned by the click of his cock hitting your mouth. His hips twitched as he fought not to follow your movements. “What do I do if I- If I’m going to come?”
You pulled off his dick with a pop.
“Come on me,” you said, pulling off your T-shirt so your top half was bare.
You realised at that moment that you were not wearing a bra, and you felt the cool air wash over your sensitive nipples.
“What?” Anton said, his deep red dick twitching. “Like-”
“On my chest,” you said, tossing your hair back over your shoulders.
Anton groaned. “Um. Y/n. I don’t know if I want to do that.”
“Just try it,” you urged.
Your pussy was throbbing, your pulse beating so hard you could barely hear your own words. You knew that you would probably feel humiliated by how you were acting tonight, but that felt like a distant problem.
Right now, all you could think about was Anton's sweet, thick, creamy essence, and how much you wanted it.
Anton gulped. He stared up at the ceiling, screwed his eyes shut, and bit his lip.
“OK. Touch me. Please,” he begged.
You grabbed his cock and began to squeeze it with your fist, his slick making a lewd slapping noise.
“Oh god. I'm not sure about this,” he whispered, as you jerked him faster. “Ugh.”
Suddenly, he gasped, the sound catching in his throat.
Anton's black eyes flew open just as cum began to spurt from the head of his cock and spill over your chest. It dripped between your breasts. Some of it even dropped into your waiting thighs.
It was warm and weird, and possibly the most arousing thing you’d ever experienced.
As you ran your hands over yourself, massaging the sticky substance over your chest and letting it stick between your fingers, Anton sighed, his dick twitching all over again.
You lifted your sticky hand to his pink mouth, feeling your pussy throb even harder.
“Do it,” you whispered.
Anton stared at you for a long time, his lips a hard line, his cum drying on your fingers.
He was deciding whether to let you in.
His eyes were wide and black and scared as he opened his lips and sucked his cum off your fingers.
He moaned at the strange taste. Evidently, he didn't like it, but he was yours now. Entirely pliable to your needs.
For a second, he gagged, grabbing his throat, water pooling in his red eyes, and you felt your pussy burn with pleasure. However, you would not let him stop till your fingers were entirely clean.
Rising to your feet, you pulled off your shorts and panties.
You pulled Anton's hand towards you.
“Put your fingers in,” you said.
Anton thrust two fingers in your slick cunt.
Just then, you came.
You shuddered, gripping both of Anton's shoulders as pleasure ran up your knees, your thighs, and into your core. You sighed out his name, almost collapsing as your body turned to rubber.
“I can feel it,” Anton said, breathless, slowly scissoring his fingers inside you. “You're squeezing me. Ouch.”
You nodded. “Are you happy, Anton? You got what you wanted.”
“You came,” he said, with a half-smile.
He collapsed onto the bed, trapping you under him. You nearly choked under his weight.
“Are you happy?” you teased, kissing up his soft throat and into his jaw. “What was your favourite part?”
“Hmm…” he said, screwing his eyes shut at the feeling of your kisses, “I liked all of it."
You bit his neck. “Tell me one part, stupid.”
“Hmm… my favourite part was when you came..."
You rolled your eyes. Dear lord. You would never live this down.
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Summary: When your naughty friend Karina starts teasing you on a sleepover, you can't resist a taste of her sweetness.
Genre: smut, friends to lovers, brat!Karina, squirting
Pairing: Karina x female reader
Word count: >1k
It was Karina who started it.
You were on a weekend-long sleepover with the girls. Throughout the day, Ningning and Giselle would stay in the living room doing Just Dance till Winter yelled at them to shut up.
So, on this sleepover, you and Karina had had a lot of time alone.
You were lying on Karina’s big bed, when you let it slip that as a kid, you'd always found it sexy when girls wore red nail polish on their toes.
Karina smiled wickedly, snatched the red polish and started painting her toes. Bright red, of course.
After that, the teasing was constant. She wiggled her toes in your face in bed, made oh-so-subtle comments about your 'foot fetish', and spammed your phone with photos of her freshly painted feet.
You shrugged that off as sleepover banter. You laughed as all the girls kicked you with their feet and called you a foot pervert.
The physical attacks were harder to deal with. You would be eating ramen at the kitchen table, and Karina would be sitting opposite you, stroking your ankle with the tips of her toes, laughing when you tried to move away. When she dragged her foot slowly up your calf, brushing the sensitive skin of your thigh, you felt heat throb in your pussy.
You escaped to the bathroom, slipping a finger in to confirm your suspicion. You were dripping wet. This was completely inappropriate. Karina was like a little sister to you. Thinking about her body was just wrong.
But long past midnight, when all five of you were squeezed in Karina’s bed in a junk food coma, you kept thinking about it.
You were sleeping top and tail. You, Ningning and Winter lay on one end of the bed, while Karina and Giselle lay on the opposite end. You had a feeling Karina had arranged this just to stick her feet right in your face. Well... it worked.
Your eyes fell on Karina’s feet in the near-darkness of the bedroom. You had to admit, they did look kind of sexy. Her cherry red toes gleamed in the faint moonlight. Her feet were as smooth as those of a princess.
Your eyes traced up the skin of her calf, like rich cream, to the softness under her knees. Her impossibly full thighs were almost bare in the tiny Adidas shorts she wore to bed.
In the darkness under those shorts, you spotted something gleaming white like a pearl. Her panties.
Maybe it was the strange fever of the weekend, of hearing Giselle and Ningning laughing in the shower, of glimpsing Karina’s smooth back as she changed her bra in the corner of the room, but something came over you.
You grabbed Karina’s ankle. You ran your thumb up the rippling skin of the sole of her foot. She twitched, an unconscious reflex, but did not wake up.
You brought her cherry-red toes to your mouth and sucked desperately. Her skin was so soft. It tasted like sweet sweat and that cherry soap she used in the shower. The bitterness of the nail polish washed over your tongue, a chemical reminder of your sick obsession.
Karina flexed her calf muscle a little. You did not stop.
You ran your mouth over the smooth arch of her foot, licked greedily up her ankle, then finally dared to kiss the pillowy skin of her calf.
You felt a sharp jolt. Karina’s leg almost slipped out of your hand. You looked down the bed.
Karina was staring at you, her eyes wide and gleaming in the dark.
You let go of her foot, your heart pounding, unable to look away. You had crossed a line, and your life hung in the balance.
Then, with a gleam in her eye, Karina shifted around in the bed till she could pull her Adidas shorts off. She discarded them on the floor, leaving her in her simple white underwear. Then she nudged your hand with her toe, and waited.
This was crazy. From a little flirtation, you were now lying in the dark, staring between her welcoming, slightly parted thighs, to the softly swelling flesh of Karina’s underwear. You were trying to make out the slightest valley between her pussy lips. And you were doing this while Winter, Giselle and Ningning were fast asleep next to you...
You slowly pulled Karina’s legs closer and closer, kissing up her skin. You pulled her body on top of you until both of her thighs were resting on your shoulders and your face was inches from her clothed sex.
You pressed your nose into her panties, filling your lungs with the evil scent of sex. You opened your mouth, and finally kissed her mound with your lips. Karina’s pussy was hot, even through the fabric. You felt the ridges of her pussy lips, and the soft fluff of her hair. You sucked her juices greedily through her panties, like syrup from sugarcane.
The rough threads of the cotton didn’t bother you. Just being this close to her throbbing heat was enough.
Karina let out a whimper, squirming under your mouth. You realised what she was doing - she was trying to push her panties down.
She wanted to feel your mouth against her. Skin to skin.
You quickly helped her pull the panties over her legs, buried your fingers into the flesh of her ass and finally lapped at her bare cunt.
It was a feeling like heaven when your tongue finally entered her.
If you had a tongue as long as a lizard’s, you would have penetrated to her very core. As it was, you were satisfied with licking her cunt, over and over, as it oozed out hot honey.
You ran your tongue up her puffy lips, memorising each ridge, the delicately lopsided shape. You buried your nose in her untouched hair, so much softer than you’d expected. It was sparser than yours, just a light brown fur over her plump mound.
Finally, you gave her what she wanted, and dug your tongue into her clit. You licked it again and again, digging your fingers into the soft cheeks of her butt, hearing Karina whimper even though her mouth was muffled by her hands.
When her thighs locked around your head, you knew what that meant.
Karina was about to cum.
That was when you decided to do something just for yourself.
You smoothed your fingers over the pale globes of her ass cheeks. You parted them so you could lick feverishly down the sensitive pink skin of her perineum. Your tongue was slipping and sliding from the fat drops of slick dripping from her hole. Finally, your mouth found the tense bud of her ass. You sucked hard.
The second you did that, Karina jolted like you had given her an electric shock.
“Y/n,” she moaned loudly, her hips bucking up from your mouth. Her entire body went rigid, every muscle in her long legs tensed, and she sucked in a sharp breath.
“Y/n. I feel weird,” Karina whispered.
She grabbed your hair painfully hard, and suddenly - she was squirting.
Hot, thick liquid sprayed from Karina’s pussy, dripping down your face and into your mouth. It soaked everything - her thighs, the bedsheets, your hair. You tried to sit up as you spluttered and choked on her steaming hot pussy juice.
When you finally managed to sit up, shaking out your soaked hair, you saw Karina sitting cross legged, her face dark with a blush, her small hands cupping her bare pussy for modesty.
“That has never happened before,” she mouthed, a twinkle in her eye.
You turned your head very slowly, heat prickling over your face.
You spotted three pairs of wide, shocked eyes in the darkness.
Winter, Ningning and Giselle were wide awake, and staring at you and Karina like you’d just committed a crime.
“What the hell, girl?” Giselle squeaked.
Ningning was laughing, the noise slightly muffled by the bedcover.
Karina pulled the sheet between her bare legs, trying to wipe away some of the mess. “So… Y/n and I had sex,” she said in a low voice.
“It was because of the nail polish,” you added.
Winter loped out of bed and opened the bedroom door.
“I’m sleeping on the couch,” she said in a deadpan voice. “From now on, just keep the squirting to a minimum.”
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Summary: when your son starts to cling to you, your husband Wonbin becomes jealous. later that night, he fucks you hard to prove that you belong only to him.
Genre: domestic au, boy dad!wonbin, fluffy and smutty, jealous and possessive wonbin, marking, cum play, fingering, p in v (lots of it)
Word count: 4k
You were relaxing in the bathtub after a long, hard day at work. The lights were dim and the sweet jasmine scent of the soap wafted in the air. You swirled your hand around the thick layer of bubbles on the surface of the water, utterly at peace.
You heard a low voice.
“Hey, baby. Missed you today.”
Your husband Wonbin came into the bathroom and perched on the edge of the tub.
Wonbin was dressed casually, wearing only a white vest and sweatpants. Despite having spent the whole day at home looking after your four-year-old son, he looked fresh and alert.
Your eyes roamed over Wonbin’s tight, muscled body. His skin, a warm brown, was smooth and glowing. You wanted to run your tongue over the grooves of his muscles and hear those soft, sexy grunts leave his lips when you did.
“Missed you, too,” you said, smiling. “I missed both of my boys today.”
Wonbin looked at your body through the bubbles. His pink tongue flashed across his plump lips.
“Like what you see?” you said, swirling the foam around with your fingers.
You lifted one wet leg out of the water and placed it on Wonbin’s lap. You could feel the heat radiate from his firm thighs. The fabric of his sweatpants was soft on your skin.
Wonbin didn’t mind that you were dripping all over him. He took your soapy foot into his hands and began to massage it. He pressed his thick fingers into the sole of your foot, kneading hard.
You let your eyes slip shut, enjoying the feeling of being taken care of by your husband.
“I put Robin to sleep early tonight,” Wonbin said, still massaging your foot. “So I was thinking… you and I could have some wine and then fuck hard.”
Your eyes shot open.
Wonbin had a lot of strengths, but subtlety was not one of them.
His mouth was open in a grin as he watched you.
When you had first started dating, Wonbin was so incredibly shy that he couldn’t even mouth the word ‘sex’ without blushing. Now that you were married and he was more comfortable with you, he had gone the complete opposite way.
“How romantic,” you giggled. “But yes. God yes, let’s do that.”
Wonbin let go of your foot, letting you slide it back into the water. Smiling to himself, he leaned close and captured your lips in a kiss.
His soft, plump lips brushed against yours, and soon, his tongue entered your mouth. Wonbin was a good kisser. He guided your lips with a gentle power. You felt warm tingles run down your stomach to your pussy as he kissed you.
“Let me get into the bath with you,” Wonbin murmured against your lips.
You shook your head. “I like you better out there, daddy.”
Wonbin smiled. “I forgot you don’t like to share.”
“Maybe you can still… help me out,” you said, between kisses.
Understanding your meaning, Wonbin reached his hand through the bubbles and into the bathwater.
His long, bony fingers slipped up your thighs and brushed against the sensitive curves of your pussy lips. He twisted his fingers through the curls of hair around your pussy, making you jolt.
He continued to kiss you whilst he pushed two of his fingers deep into your pussy.
You moaned into his mouth, bucking your hips up to match the timing of his thrusting fingers. The bathwater wobbled and splashed around, but you couldn’t give a damn. The pleasure was already starting to build in your core - with a hot husband like Wonbin around, you were always on the edge.
Just then, you heard the soft padding of feet on carpet in the hallway. The sound was getting louder, as the tiny culprit drew closer to the bathroom.
Wonbin discreetly removed his fingers from your pussy and pulled his hand out of the water. Instead, he cupped your cheek, and kept kissing you passionately.
“Dadda what you doing? Get off mama!”
You heard the unmistakable squeal of your son, Robin. You gently pushed Wonbin off you and looked towards the bathroom door.
Robin, who was still so tiny that his head didn’t reach the door handle, was standing at the door, staring at you both. He was wearing his purple kuromi pyjama set, his curly black hair sticking up in all directions. His round eyes and big, wide nose made him the spitting image of his father.
But right now, his little brown cheeks were flushed red, and he was frowning.
“Dadda, no kiss mama,” he said, pouting. “Only I kiss mama!”
You chuckled.
Robin ran over towards you. He used his chubby little hands to physically push Wonbin off the edge of the bathtub, away from you. He planted his tiny feet down onto the floor, standing in-between the bathtub and Wonbin, shielding you from Wonbin’s eyes.
“Hi, baby bear,” you said, running your hand through his messy curls. “Why are you up past your bedtime, huh? Did you miss mommy too much?”
Robin clapped his hands and squealed with delight when you tickled his little belly.
“Mama kiss!” he said, pushing his pink lips out into an adorable pout.
Smiling, you leant your body out of the tub and pressed a kiss onto your son’s lips. Robin gripped your face with his little hands as he giggled with glee.
Robin turned to his father and stuck out his tongue.
“Go away, dadda. Silly dadda! Mama’s mine.”
Wonbin’s jaw fell open. He crossed his arms over his body, clearly shocked at his son’s behaviour.
“You’re wrong, little monster, mama’s mine,” Wonbin said. He bared his teeth and growled at his son.
You couldn’t help but giggle at the stand off between your two boys.
Robin ignored his father. He turned back to you and held his arms up, asking to be picked up.
“Mama, I wanna go in the bubbles too!” he said, squealing.
You smiled. “Okay, okay. But only for a minute, sweetie. Then it’s straight to bed.”
Robin nodded vigorously, dark eyes shining. He pulled off his pyjamas and diaper, babbling with excitement.
Over the last few weeks, something funny had been happening to your son Robin. He had started to grow very possessive over you, and became upset whenever Wonbin showed you any affection. He would always insist on sitting next to you at meal times, and whenever Wonbin would kiss you, he’d throw a tantrum.
“Love you, mama,” Robin said, as you lifted him into the water with you.
“Love you too, Binnie.” You kissed Robin’s chubby cheek.
“Hey,” Wonbin yelped, startling you both. “I’m Binnie, not him!”
You shook your head, laughing, and rested your back on the edge of the tub, whilst Robin sat on your lap and played with the bubbles.
You sighed with content as Robin snuggled up on your chest. The curious little boy played with the strands of damp hair that curled over your shoulders.
Watching his son and his wife play in the bath together, Wonbin's neck flushed dark with envy. He stood, frozen, in the middle of the bathroom.
You gave Robin his favourite duck bath toy, and soon, the four-year-old was mesmerised.
Last Saturday, when the three of you were coming home from the park, Wonbin held your hand as you walked. But as soon as Robin noticed his dad’s hand in yours, his little face became dark red and he started to scream.
Robin had prised your hands apart and pushed Wonbin away with all his might. He didn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the night, not even to let you get changed or eat dinner.
You knew It was a normal thing for boys his age to go through, but Wonbin couldn’t seem to understand that. It just made him madder and more jealous each day.
“How come he gets to get in the bath with you and I don’t?” Wonbin said, scowling, as he watched the two of you play together in the tub.
You raised your brows.
“You’ll get your turn with me soon enough, big boy.” You covered your son’s ears with your hands. “Go get the wine out of the cellar and get ready to fuck me. I want to come at least twice tonight.”
Grumbling yet obedient, Wonbin slinked out of the bathroom.
You turned your attention back to your little angel. You scooped him into your arms.
“Okay, cheeky monkey. It’s time for bed.”
Robin’s lips pushed out into a frown. “Mama, my tummy hurts.”
You were hoping to be able to have sex with your husband that night, but Robin developed a stomach ache and a fever, and so you and Wonbin spent the entire night soothing him instead.
By the time Robin had finally settled down, it was almost 6AM, and you both were too exhausted to do anything other than wrap your arms around each other and sleep until the alarm woke you at seven.
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“Finally got you to myself,” Wonbin murmured, whilst pressing hot, open mouth kisses to your neck.
You moaned, wrapping your hand over his shoulder to pull him closer to you.
It was Friday night, and you and Wonbin were tangled together under the sheets in your bedroom, for the first time in weeks. Robin was asleep in his room, and you and Wonbin were having some much needed adult time. Robin had been fussier than usual lately, and you had a really important deadline at work, so you hadn’t had any time for your husband.
Wonbin was lying on top of you, caging you between his muscled arms. His thin, lithe body was settled perfectly between your open thighs. You were both still wearing your underwear, humping each other like horny teenagers.
Wonbin was hard in his boxers, and he was thrusting his hips back and forth, rubbing his bulge against your panties. He grunted, low and sexy, with each thrust.
The friction of the fabric against your clit with each hump was magic, sending tiny sparks shooting through you. Wonbin was rutting against you like a bunny in heat, and you were sure that he could come from just this.
You heard the creek of a door opening. Turning your head to the side, you noticed two wide black eyes staring at you from the dark.
You yelped.
Wonbin’s body stiffened. He lifted his head and followed your gaze. When he saw what you were looking at, he swore.
Robin was standing at the door, his face puffy with sleep. He was holding his favourite plushie in one hand. You thanked god that there was a duvet covering you and Wonbin.
“Mama, dadda, what you doing?” Robin said, rubbing his eyes with his chubby fists.
Discreetly sifting through the sheets, you found your night dress and Wonbin’s clothes. You both got dressed in seconds under the covers, before your son could really understand what was going on. Your core still throbbed with pleasure, but as a parent, you knew how to compartmentalise.
Wonbin’s face was dark. “I’m married to mama, I’m allowed to do this. You need to go to bed, little gremlin.”
You tutted at your immature husband. “Don’t wind him up.”
Robin’s eyes scrunched up into black lines. “I wanna be married to mama!”
Wonbin gritted his teeth, shielding you from Robin’s eyes with his body. “Go to bed, short stuff.”
Robin ran towards the bed and chucked the hello kitty plushie at his father.
It hit Wonbin square on the nose.
You both gasped.
“Dadda go away!” Robin said, face red.
You swiftly got out of bed and picked up the little boy. Robin rested his head on your chest and wrapped his chubby little arms around your shoulders.
“Robin,” you said, voice stern. “You must never hit anyone with things like that. That is not what good boys do, okay? Apologise to your father.”
Robin, with his face still pressed to your chest, peeked out through his fringe at Wonbin.
“Sorry, daddy,” he said, sucking his thumb into his mouth.
“Come here, you,” Wonbin said, scowling. He snatched the baby from your arms and whisked him away to his bedroom, muttering to himself about how he was going to tuck Robin into bed so tightly that he wouldn’t be able to move again.
Alone now, you slid your fingers into your panties experimentally.
You were surprised at how wet you still were. You thought about sneaking off into the bathroom and masturbating. You were so turned on, you weren’t sure if you could wait for Wonbin to come back from putting your son to bed.
But before you were able to do any of that, Wonbin burst back into the room.
“It’s daddy’s turn to play with mommy, now,” he said.
Wonbin reached behind his back and tugged his T shirt over his head with one hand. He flung it into the corner of the room. You watched the dark, flexing muscles of his arms and chest, mouth dry.
Wonbin’s eyes were lit from within, with a fire you didn’t recognise. His eyes roamed your body hungrily, and you felt pricks of desire all over your skin.
“Wonbin,” you sighed, closing the space between you and your husband.
Wonbin held out his arms for you, and when you reached him, he hoisted you up into the air. The sudden movement made you yelp. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto his sculpted shoulders for support.
You shivered with delight as Wonbin carried your whole weight in his arms; especially as he didn’t pick you up much, often complaining that his muscles were too sore from the gym.
You could feel his clothed erection pressing into your core.
“Baby, what’s gotten into you?” you said, as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, occasionally nipping your soft skin.
Wonbin didn’t respond. Instead, he carried you to the bed, and dropped you onto the mattress with an unceremonious thud.
You pushed yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him.
Wonbin yanked down his sweatpants and boxers in one go. His cock was stiffening under your gaze. It wasn’t the longest you’d ever had, but it was wide and heavy, with a fat, ridged tip. You admired the thick, dark hair around the base of his cock. It extended onto his thighs and up his toned stomach. You wished you could follow that trail with your lips.
“Take that off,” Wonbin said, motioning to your night dress.
Wonbin grabbed his cock with one hand and started to jerk himself off angrily as he watched you. You pulled the dress off, leaving you in only your panties. Your heart was racing. Your husband being this possessive was giving you such a thrill.
“Are you really this worked up because of a four-year-old?” you said, giggling.
Wonbin grabbed your calf and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Then, he clambered on top of you. You felt the weight of his firm, solid body pressing you into the mattress deliciously. His hard cock rubbed against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
“Who knew my Binnie was so jealous?”
You started to laugh, but it turned into a moan as Wonbin leant down to your breasts and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. His wet, warm tongue circled your nipple, making you gasp softly. He grabbed your other breast in his large hand, squeezing possessively. You felt your panties dampen.
Wonbin grazed your nipple with his teeth and bit down softly. You yelped.
He kissed each breast, and then continued kissing down your stomach till he reached your hips.
“I’m the only one who gets to do this to you,” he said, roughly pulling your panties down your thighs and exposing your bare pussy.
“Well, obviously,” you said, kicking your panties off to the side.
Wonbin clambered up your body and kissed you passionately. His hips settled between your thighs, and he instinctively started rubbing his cock through your pussy lips, gathering your slick.
Each time the blunt, round head of his cock nudged your clit, you gasped. You were getting wetter and wetter down there, your pussy like a slip 'N slide for Wonbin’s cock.
The head of his cock found your hole. Wonbin pushed himself in, groaning as he did, forcing your pussy to stretch around his wide member.
Wonbin slid inside in one slow, agonisingly deep stroke, until he was fully penetrating you. He took one shaky breath, then started to thrust.
He reached down with one hand and pushed your thigh flush to the mattress, so that he could fuck you deeper.
His pace was fast and forceful. With each thrust, your breasts brushed against his chest, sending little sparks of pleasure shooting across you.
Wonbin was fucking you harder than he had done in a while. His gold star necklace dangled in the space between you, swinging back and forth with his effort. His black curls were matted to his forehead.
“God, Wonbin, you’re like a dog. What are you gonna do next, pee on me to mark your territory?” you said, breathless.
Wonbin lifted his head up to meet your eyes. He slowed his thrusts and hummed like he was considering it.
A small smirk appeared on his lips, and you both laughed.
“You’d love that wouldn’t you, pretty girl,” he said.
Wonbin pressed a gentle, loving kiss to your cheek, and then started to fuck you faster again. The squeeze of his cock against the sensitive ridges inside your pussy made your head spin. You could feel your orgasm building slowly.
“Binnie, touch me,” you said, moaning.
Obediently, Wonbin reached his long fingers down to your pussy. He gathered your wetness on the pads of his fingers and started to rub your clit in quick circles.
Wonbin angled his head down so he could get a better look at your pussy as he fucked you.
His fingers slipped down to your hole, and he touched around where his own cock slid in and out of you.
Curious, he pushed one finger into your pussy as well.
With his cock already inside you, it was a tight fit. The sudden stretch of something new in you sent you tumbling over the edge. You gasped his name as you came.
Wonbin didn’t last long after that.
He fucked into you, hips faltering, burying himself as deep as he could. Then, with one long groan, he came inside you.
“Fuckkk,” he groaned, jaw falling slack.
You felt a flood of wetness in your pussy as he spilled inside you. It was a strange feeling, but relaxing, like slipping into a warm bath.
Far too quickly for your liking, Wonbin pulled his cock out of you.
“Not fair,” you said, hating the sudden feeling of emptiness between your legs.
Wonbin kissed down your body, ignoring your protests, until he was eye to eye with your cunt. You looked down to see a naughty grin on his handsome face.
Just then, Wonbin pushed two fingers inside you, making you hiss at the overstimulation. He used his fingers to scoop out some of his cum from your pussy.
“Wonbin, what are you-”
Suddenly, Wonbin reached up and swiped his two fingers across your neck, smearing his cum over your skin.
“Wonbin, ew!” you yelped, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. His cum felt weird and sticky on your skin.
“You’re mine!” he said. Wonbin bared his teeth, playfully this time, and laughed.
Wonbin shifted and flopped down beside you on the mattress. The deep red of exertion darkened his cheeks, but he was no longer mad. Now that he had come inside you and marked you as his, most of his jealousy had dissipated.
“Feeling better now, crazy?” you asked, teasingly.
He reached for your hand and entwined your fingers with his.
Wonbin held you like that for a long time as you got your breath back. Your body felt like jelly, and you could feel sleep approaching fast.
Wonbin turned to face you, his wide, black eyes glittering in the light of the bedside lamp.
“Robin’s not the first boy I’ve had to fight off for you, and he won’t be the last,” Wonbin said, pulling you so that you were resting on his chest. “Guess that’s just what I get for having such a gorgeous, amazing wife.”
You felt your cheeks warm. Nuzzling into his chest, you let your eyes fall shut.
Heaven.
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Summary: You gave hot college student Riku a bad grade. He fucks you in the bathroom to beg for an A.
Genre: smut, oral, squirting, jock!Riku
Pairing: college professor!Y/n x student!Riku
Word count: 1k
“Come on, Professor. There's gotta be something I can do,” Riku said, following you into the college staff bathroom.
“I'm sorry, Riku. You failed your midterm. Study a little more next time.”
Riku strode in front of you and slammed his hand against the tiled wall. “No,” he said.
You cringed a bit. He was so tall. Tight brown muscle as far as the eye could see. Wild, desperate eyes. He was in a loose red jersey and jogging bottoms.
“I can't let you go,” he said, his tongue flashing over his lips. “I need this grade - I need to graduate this year.”
“Maybe you should have thought about that,” you whispered, like you weren't a little scared.
He was only 21, but he looked like a man.
“Come on…” he said, his black eyes glinting. “I see the way you look at me in lectures.” He smirked down at himself, lifting the hem of his jersey just enough to reveal the waves of muscle on his stomach, the faint beginnings of hair. “There has to be something you want.”
Your throat went dry. You hadn't been railed in a long time. But that was a crazy thought.
“Go home, Riku. Before I call the dean.”
Riku frowned, then grabbed your hand, pulling it to him. The muscle of his chest was shockingly firm. His heart was pounding. He dragged your hand down, over his stomach, hard as rock.
“Come on, Miss,” he whispered, sinking to his knees. “I'll be so quick.”
He attacked your trousers with eager fingers and pulled them down your legs, leaving you in your underwear.
You didn't mean to do it - you just grabbed his head and pulled it against your panties, feeling his nose dig against your pubic bone. Riku moaned, accepting the invitation.
He sucked the fabric of your panties eagerly, his tongue finding the shape of your slit and digging into it. He tilted his head, sucking hard on your clit. His eyes, which had been shut in concentration, flew open so his gaze was fixed on you.
You shuddered, getting soaking wet, the tangy scent of your arousal filling the air between you.
“Panties,” Riku said, while placing wet kisses up and down your thigh. “Take them off. Now.”
You grabbed your panties and he helped you abandon them, along with your pants and shoes.
Riku helped you hook your legs over his strong shoulders - and suddenly, his mouth was on your bare flesh.
When he ran his tongue up each one of your pussy lips, you thought you were going to burst from pleasure. He nipped your clit with his teeth.
He licked all over your pussy, collecting your wetness and using his tongue to push it into your cunt.
“Riku,” you moaned.
He pulled back, panting for breath.
“Where did you learn to do this?” you said, feeling close to fainting.
Riku grinned up at you, slow and naughty. He shrugged. Then he opened his lips and pushed two of his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them slowly with his deep pink lips.
You were frozen in awe. Riku's fingers made a wet squelch as he sucked on them. Spit ran out of the corner of his mouth and stained his jersey, making his nipples harden.
“Riku, your shirt. It's ruined,” you laughed.
Riku didn't even hesitate - he just grabbed his jersey from behind and pulled it over his head, discarding it on the floor. You drank in his lean brown body, his dark nipples, his clean scent of sweat.
Staring wickedly at you, Riku pushed his now dripping fingers up into your cunt, pushing you against the wall with the other hand. He thrust his fingers inside you, slow but strong, just rough enough to set your core on fire.
Then, his mouth was on you again, along with his thrusting fingers. His eyes fell shut. He licked you like a man on a mission, like he was blind to the whole world except your pussy. It was like he'd evolved backwards so that licking pussy was his only function.
Riku spit on your heat, spreading the saliva around with his tongue, and letting it mix with your arousal and glaze his face.
“Come,” he groaned, making you nearly jump out of your skin. “I want to make you come.”
“Riku,” you pleaded. “I’m so close… I just - I can’t come like that.”
“Like hell you can't,” he said, determined.
Before you could fight it, he was pulling you down to the ground, positioning you to sit on his face.
“Riku-” you started to protest. This was crazy. He was a student. You couldn't—not on his face. It was too weird.
But before you could finish your sentence, Riku grabbed the flesh of your hips and pulled you down onto his face, hard.
You moaned. It went against every instinct, every rule you’d ever been taught, but you started to rock your hips slowly over his face.
He yanked your hips, moving you faster.
Each time Riku bumped his nose against your clit, you felt your resistance chipping away.
When he groaned in satisfaction, you thought you might faint. You felt an intense pressure between your legs, like you might lose control of your wetness entirely.
“Do it,” Riku moaned against you. “Use me.”
You needed him so badly it destroyed the rest of your self control. You gripped onto his hair, not caring if it hurt, and thrust your clit over his face, once, twice, three times. You felt his teeth brush against your lips, his wet tongue dipping inside you.
Finally, the pressure inside you burst.
Wetness gushed out of you, raining down on Riku’s cheeks and onto the tiled floor.
You had squirted for the first time in your life.
You pulled yourself off him and struggled back to your feet.
Riku was splayed out on the floor, naked except for his red bottoms which were supporting a large erection, not to mention a noticeable wet spot between his legs.
His face was flushed dark with exertion. His hair was a wet mess, sticking to his forehead. The tip of his nose was red and throbbing.
He ran his hand up and down his carved chest and abs, then grabbed his bulge, utterly ruined. More animal than human.
You pulled on your pants and jeans, and straightened your crumpled clothes in the mirror.
Riku gulped, wiping his hand over his soaked face.
“Professor,” he said hoarsely. “Do I- do I get the grade?”
You smiled down at the sweet boy, doing up the last button of your shirt, which had gotten undone.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Maeda,” you said. “I’m afraid I can’t be bribed.”
Then you stepped over his body and walked out into the hall.
God, you thought. That felt good.
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Summary: Drunk and desperate for comfort, you take your sweet boyfriend Sungchan's virginity at a house party.
Genre: smut, p in v, *ANGST*, virgin!sungchan
Word count: 1k
When you heard the creak of the door, you knew it was your boyfriend Sungchan.
You were sitting on the plush bed in someone else's bedroom, listening to the high school house party rage on downstairs. Hot tears slipped from your eyes.
You were crying because you’d just got a rejection letter from your dream university - the one both you and Sungchan had applied to. When Sungchan got in, it felt like everything was falling into place. You were already imagining your life there together.
In the fall, Sungchan would be going there - while you would be going to community college. But that wasn’t the part that hurt. It was the fact that you and Sungchan would have to break up.
No one really stayed with their high school boyfriend.
“Hey,” Sungchan said. “I got you something in a red cup…” He wrinkled his nose. “On second thought, it might not be safe to drink.”
“Thanks,” you said, wiping your nose with your denim jacket.
He sat down next to you. “Y/n. Are you alright?”
“Just tired.” You grabbed his hand. Let's get out of here. Let's go to a movie, let's go home, let's just drive!”
Sungchan laughed. “But the party's just getting started.”
“I'm sick of these people,” you said quietly.
“They're our friends!” Sungchan said, frowning.
You looked at him, hard. Then you leaned in and kissed him. You captured his soft bottom lip between yours, your hand scrunching up his jacket. The throbbing in your head finally went quiet. All your senses went black, your world shrinking to the sweetness of his mouth. For a second, he kissed you back, grabbing you in return.
You kissed him again, harder this time, your tongue nestling between his lips. You pushed him down onto the plush bed; his large hands held your waist as you went down.
He let go, allowing you to push his jacket off his shoulders.
You climbed up his body so you were hovering over him. You kissed down his long, muscular neck, sucking the hot, trembling muscle. Sungchan smelled of beer, tangy sweat, and something lighter, maybe his citrus perfume.
“Baby,” he said, craning to look down at you. “Talk to me.”
“I don't want to talk,” you said.
With a desperate desire, you hiked up your skirt and began grinding over his bulge, the fabric of your panties chafing his jeans.
Sungchan moaned, grabbing fistfuls of your skirt, bucking his hips up to meet you. You felt his hardness pressing against your core.
Your fingers moved rapidly to undo his belt and unzip his jeans.
“Wait,” Sungchan said. “Y/n, what is this?”
“What?” you said, cupping him through the thin fabric of his boxers, making him shiver.
“What's gotten into you? We're at a party! Anyone could come in that door!” he said.
“Everyone does it at parties. That's what bedrooms are for,” you bit back.
You pulled his pants down and revealed his quivering dick. It was surprisingly long and dark, nestled in his lower hair. It twitched when you began stroking it with one hand.
Sungchan groaned. “Y/n… you’ve never touched me there before.”
You leaned into him and sucked the soft skin under his jaw. “How does it feel?”
Sungchan’s hips bucked up a little into your fist. Fast breaths left his nose. His eyelashes were fluttering fast. He did not reply.
While you stroked him, you reached into your bag and pulled out the small blue square - the condom you’d got from your school nurse.
You pressed it into Sungchan’s palm and stared deep into his eyes.
He looked down at it, biting his lip. His cock pulsed in your hand.
“I can do it. I can do anything for you. I love you,” he whispered. “Just tell me why we’re doing this now.”
You shook your head. “Sungchan… I just really don’t wanna talk right now.”
After a long pause, he nodded. He carefully slid the condom out of the wrapper, flipped it and pressed it to the head of his cock.
When he rolled it down, he shivered a little at the feeling.
You pushed him back down onto the soft bed, and kicked off your underwear.
Squeezing his member in your hand, you kissed up and down his throat and onto his lips. Sungchan’s face looked even sweeter when he was lying on his back. His eyes seemed bigger, his hair crazier as it splayed out on the bed.
You shifted so you could put his dick inside you.
“Y/n” he said, stopping you with a hand on your waist. “Wait. Can you just tell me you love me?”
You looked at the black window past his shoulder, unable to meet his eye. Although you loved Sungchan, you couldn’t say it to him now.
How could you be the girlfriend who loved him when your world was falling apart?
How could you feel anything towards him except jealousy?
How did you deserve to love him when you were a failure?
You sank down onto his cock, wincing at the burn as he stretched you out. Sungchan grasped your waist harder and sighed.
As you grinded slowly up and down, you could hear Sungchan’s panting breaths in your ear. However, you could barely focus on him. Sungchan’s penis made the space between your legs feel full, but that was where the feeling ended. You were still hollow inside.
The closer you got to Sungchan’s warm, sweating body, the more distant he felt.
“Baby,” you heard him say. “Tell me you love me. Please.”
The sound drained from your ears, replaced by a faint ringing noise. It was like Sungchan was speaking at the end of a long tunnel. He looked so small, so distant.
You shook yourself out of your daze and kissed him hard on the lips, again and again. You bounced your hips faster. You couldn’t tell him you loved him, but you could make the sex good for him.
Sungchan grunted softly. He lay his head back on the bed and closed his eyes, as if he was going to sleep. His hips jerked up as you moved, shadowing yours.
“Are you close?” you said in what you hoped was a sexy whisper - or at least a happy one.
“Yep,” Sungchan said, not opening his eyes. His chest rose and fell as he panted.
You bent down, stroking his cheek, and kissed him. His mouth followed yours, cold and slow, almost as if his lips were numb.
You bounced on him again, and then his fingers dug into your butt, hard.
With his black eyes fixed on the ceiling, and his pink lips screwed up tight, Sungchan let out a low groan, and came.
His hips jutted up into yours. You felt a sudden heat inside you as he filled the condom.
Sungchan lay beneath you, his softening cock still inside your cunt. He rubbed his face slowly with his hands.
Neither of you spoke for a while. You didn’t have anything to say.
“How was that?” you said finally.
Sungchan brought his hands down, stroking your lower back. “It was good. It was fine,” he said, trying to smile. “Now will you tell me what got you so upset?”
He touched the tear tracks on your cheek. He was so gentle. You felt a wave of grief roll up in your chest, and it took everything in you not to burst into tears, and lay it all on him, all of your fears, your guilt.
You wanted to rely on Sungchan, but you couldn’t. It was simply too cruel. You knew that he would switch to whatever college you went to, or he would forever feel terrible for getting in.
He deserved so much better than that. He deserved better than you.
You pulled yourself off him, gritting your teeth in pain as his penis dragged out of your dry vagina.
As you walked to the door, you heard him get up off the bed and scramble to put his jeans on.
“Wait. Y/n,” he said softly. “You’ll call me right? When you calm down?”
As you walked down the hallway, you did not answer him. Honestly, you did not know if you would ever be able to call him again.
And in that moment, you loved Sungchan too much to lie.
"Y/n?" Sungchan said, from behind you. His voice was cold, as if he knew he would never see you again. "That wasn't how it was meant to go. Not for my first time."
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Summary: Your girlfriend Ningning buys the biggest strap she can find... and is determined to make it fit.
Genre: smut, established au, dom!ningning, strap on
Pairing: Ningning x female reader
Word count: >1k
“Okay,” you said. You took a sip of water and relaxed back on the pillows, head on your hands. “What's my surprise, Ning?”
Ningning had been uncontrollable all through dinner. She kept bursting into laughter whenever you kissed her, and toying with the waistband of your joggers. She watched you with one finger between her teeth when she thought you weren't looking.
This surprise was going to be something crazy.
Ningning jumped to the closet, and pulled out something from a large black bag. You strained to see, your heart racing… until she turned to you.
Resting on her delicate palms was a black dildo. But this was not just any dildo. It was a huge monstrosity.
It curved over her hands, dwarfing them. The thickness alone reminded you of a horse, or some other large beast.
She clasped it with both hands and stroked it slowly, eyes fixed on your reaction.
“Ningning, that's not-” you gulped. The buzz from the wine at dinner had disappeared. “That's not going inside me.”
She grinned evilly. “I got a harness, too.”
You'd never even done strap sex with Ningning. For the last three years, your life had consisted of moaning over Ningning’s quick fingers, or her pretty mouth.
You were bisexual, while she was a lesbian. So, unlike Ningning, you had slept with men in the past. However, that was a moot point. They were human men - not aliens with cocks the width of your arm.
Ningning grabbed something from under the bed - the harness. She did look good when she shimmied off her jeans and frilly pink panties, carefully slid in the dildo and tied the leather straps around the sweet skin of her slender thighs.
You were so busy staring, you barely realised she was stripping you, until your sweatpants and panties were on the floor.
Ningning had a weird energy tonight. Her pupils were blown wide, her hair fizzing with static. Her body was hidden by her T-shirt and black hoodie.
Ningning stared hard at the spot between your legs. Her chest rose and fell as she panted with desire. You knew that look in her eyes - it was her pussy drunk look.
You felt something cool and hard nudge your pussy.
She was pushing the dildo against your entrance.
“Ningning,” you laughed. “What's gotten into you?”
She laughed, and suddenly she was back to her silly self. She grabbed the lube from the drawer and squirted it all over the toy.
Then she ran her hand up and down the dildo, pretending to jerk off. She ran her fingers through her hair, cocking her hips forward ridiculously. “Baby,” she said in a low voice, her hand still jerking. “Just let me fuck you. I swear it'll feel so good.”
“Jesus,” you said, laughing to hide your embarassment. “Your guy voice is really bad.”
“Let me fill up your tight pussy with my huge cock,” she said. “Isn't that what you like, Y/n? Big fat cock?”
You buried your face in your hands. “Great. You buy one strap-on, and now you're Hugh Hefner. My only ex-boyfriend was a twinky art major, okay? He looked a lot like you, honestly.”
Ningning laughed.
You pulled at Ningning’s hoodie. “That monster is not going anywhere near me. Can you just take your clothes off so we can have sex normally?”
Ningning wrapped her arms over herself, and wiggled the dildo suggestively. “Uh-uh. I'm not taking any clothes off until you suck this. You know how to, don't you?”
“You are so fricking stubborn!” you said, almost in tears. “Now I have to suck your plastic dick?”
You knew Ningning would keep her threat, even if it meant the sex ended here. She was that insane.
You got off the bed so you could kneel beside it. Ningning’s face flushed deep red.
“Okay,” you said grimly. “I assume you want me kneeling. Come over here, you idiot.”
Ningning sat on the bed, spreading her legs wide. She watched you breathlessly, tweezing her nipples under her hoodie.
You grabbed the huge plastic rod. She moaned suddenly, like she could feel it.
You vaguely remembered how to give blow jobs, but not pretend ones.
You massaged the lube over the dildo. Feeling completely silly, you ran your tongue over it.
Ningning actually squeaked.
The only positive of this ordeal was that you could run your hands up Ningning’s silky naked thighs, digging your nails in extra hard to show you that you were pissed at her. You twisted Ningning’s pussy hair hard enough to hurt. She deserved it.
You licked all the way down the dildo. Then, your face burning, you parted your lips and took the stiff plastic into your mouth.
Wow. It was thick. The corners of your mouth were already burning.
“Yes,” Ningning whispered, shakily. She still had both hands buried under her hoodie, tugging her hidden nipples. “Suck it… cockslut.”
You laughed in shock at her language. You practically choked on the dildo.
Ningning loved that. You heard her panting, hard and fast. Her fingers were suddenly in your face. She pressed your cheeks. She stroked your aching mouth and tried to push her fingers into your mouth along with the dildo.
“Deeper,” she whispered.
You felt her thrusting the toy into your mouth. It was frightening, having this large foreign object in your mouth. You tried to hold it, but it was terrifying.
Ningning pushed harder. Yes,” she whispered.
The dildo tapped the back of your throat.
You couldn't take it. You pulled it out of your mouth, spluttering and gasping for breath.
“Jesus, Ningning,” you said, collapsing on the floor. “You're a psycho. I need to start sleeping with a gun or something.”
She laughed in utter pleasure.
God, the sound of her laugh was so delicious it was almost worth it.
You jumped on top of her on the bed, tearing the hoodie off, along with everything underneath it, in one motion. Now naked, she writhed beneath you in delight.
You placed both hands on her small breasts, circling the tight flesh around on her chest. You pinched her dark buds hard with anger. You sucked on her sensitive little nipples, loving the way her body jerked with every motion of your mouth.
“You better,” you said, in between small bites to her hollow stomach, “finger me for an hour now. Do you promise?”
Ningning said nothing.
You clasped her face between your hands, locking it in place. “I said, do you promise?”
“Okay okay okay,” Ningning said breathlessly, her eyes already watering.
You let go, satisfied.
-
Ningning kept her promise. In fact, she went far beyond what you asked for.
Tonight, she was some kind of sex god.
She let you ride her face as long as you wanted. Then she pushed open your legs and started fingering you while staring straight at your pussy. She pushed her fingers apart, stretching you out, then lapped at your hole with her tongue until you were dripping with her spit. She licked your clit until it was singing.
She started squeezing your nipple with one hand, while the other hand circled your clit to the exact same rhythm. By now, her hands were slipping and sliding from how crazily wet you were. You thought you'd never been so wet in your life.
God, she knew your body well. The problem was, she also knew just when you were about to orgasm.
“I'm done,” you moaned, tapping her arm. “Enough edging. Let me come. Let me come.”
It was nearly 3AM now, and the room was dark. You were naked, and you were getting cold and sore. You felt like snuggling up in your girlfriend’s arms and going to sleep.
Ningning let go of you, leaving you cold and empty.
“No,” she said. You saw the dark outline of her body above you.
You tried to rub your clit, just to push yourself over the edge, but she grabbed both your hands and pushed them over your head. She spread your legs even wider, so your weeping pussy lay open for her.
Suddenly, you felt that cold plastic tap your entrance again.
“Ningning?” you said. “What the hell? When did you even put the harness on?”
“If you want to come,” she whispered, “you have to come on my strap.”
Your head flopped back on the bed. “It won’t go in…” you moaned.
“Can’t we try?” she coaxed.
She flicked her hips so the strap tapped your clit. It felt incredible. You heard a loud moan escape your mouth.
“Hmm… you like that?” she said.
She tapped you again, and again. Each time, a spark shot to your clit and you heard yourself moan.
You got a weird feeling - like your whole body was begging to have that strap inside you. Like you would do anything to feel Ningning stretch you out.
“Ok,” you whispered. “We can try.”
Ningning massaged your knees, pulling your legs wider. You felt the dildo start to push inside you. Sparks of pleasure and pain radiated from your core.
You heard a lewd squelch as the tip slid inside you. It felt impossibly wide, like if you moved the slightest bit, you would either come or die.
Oh my god, you thought. How is there enough space in there for that?
“Woah,” Ningning said quietly, pushing in deeper. She squeezed your knees back to your shoulders.
You gasped at the strange, cold feeling. You could feel every muscle inside you fighting against the stiff surface of the plastic. You weren’t even sure if you liked it.
But then, Ningning started stroking her hands over your body, and it was ecstasy. You were stretched so tight, every inch of your skin felt sensitive like never before.
When she circled her palms over your nipples, your whole body shuddered. When she touched your clit, you felt your muscles tensing and it was a struggle not to come.
She pushed in much deeper now, and you felt a weird pain in your lower back, as well as a delicious feeling of fullness.
“Shit,’ you breathed. “I don’t think it can go any further.”
“I feel it too,” she said, her voice wavering. “Does it hurt?”
“If I tell you the truth, will you promise to be cool about it?” you said.
She nodded.
“Yes, it hurts,” you said. “But it also feels good. Maybe you could … move a bit?”
Ningning didn’t even tease you. She just pulled back, dragging the strap out of you, then thrust it back in. Each time she did this, fire ran down your spine.
"Turn around" she whispered, her fingers on your hips.
She pushed you onto your hands and knees, in a doggy position. It was a strange feeling, being in this position after so many years. You felt even colder and even more exposed. Only the heat of her hands on your skin kept you calm.
You felt her squeeze your hips tight, then the most incredible burn as she squeezed the strap into you from behind.
Ningning thrust into you slowly, while smoothing her cheek all over your back and pressing kisses to your bare skin. Her mouth felt hot and liquid against your back. It sent goosebumps all over your skin.
“Touch me,” you begged.
She pressed her thumb to your clit and started to draw slow circles as she moved her hips. The pleasure was almost too much.
Only a few moments later, you felt the pleasure build up between your legs then burst over your body. You threw your head back, sighing as you stiffened over the huge dildo. Ningning kept the strap inside you throughout your orgasm, lightly pinching your nipples and stroking your hair.
Eventually, you had to kick her off. You gasped as the strap slipped out and your pussy finally relaxed.
“Oh my god,” you sighed, adjusting the pillow under your head. “I can barely speak, and you haven’t even come yet.”
Only, Ningning wasn’t listening to you. She had removed the dildo, and was gripping it in her hand, staring at your slick which coated it entirely.
She pulled the huge thing closer to her lips. And then, to your shock, she pushed it into her mouth and started sucking your slick with wide, absent eyes.
She pressed your legs down onto the bed, and almost unconsciously, started grinding her pussy on your thigh. It felt hot and impossibly wet against your leg. The flesh of her chest and stomach jiggled a little as she moved.
Ningning sucked the strap, grinding on your thigh and massaging her nipples in the dark. Finally, she came all over your leg with a half-choked noise. It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.
She discarded the now clean instrument on the bed, and collapsed next to you.
“Ningning,” you whispered in shock. “I had no idea you were this into strap!”
“I know…” she said. “And I had no idea you were so into being impaled on my huge cock!”
You rolled your eyes. You were never living this down.
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Summary: You and Wonbin go out on a date for the first time after having a baby. Things get hot fast, and you end up having sex in the car.
Genre: established AU, girl dad!wonbin, y/n is breastfeeding & wonbin is very eager, smut, oral, p in v
Word Count: 2k
“Remind me never to mix tequila with vodka again!”
Your husband Wonbin leant his head back against the headrest. He was sitting in the passenger seat of your Range Rover, cheeks flushed a dark red.
His hair, which had been styled into neat black curls at the beginning of the night, was now sticking out in all directions. Somehow, it made him look even sexier.
You giggled at your tipsy husband, as you reversed the car into the driveway of your house.
“That was fun! I can’t believe this was the first time we’ve gone out since we had Nina. It felt so good not to talk about baby stuff for one evening.”
Wonbin nodded, loosening his bow tie.
“I barely missed her tonight,” he said. “Does that make me a bad father?”
You shook your head. “It just makes you human. Plus, she’s in good hands. It was nice of your mom to offer to babysit.”
Wonbin smiled to himself, as if he was thinking of a private joke. “Oh yeah… about that.”
“What?” You said, turning off the car engine.
“My mom said that she doesn’t mind if we stay out late, and that she’s happy to look after Nina all night. She really wants us to… you know… connect.”
Wonbin looked at you through his lashes, his large eyes shining in the dim street lights.
“Mama Park is so dedicated to our sex life.” You laughed.
Wonbin blushed. “I think she just wants another grand baby as soon as possible.”
You gasped so quickly you almost choked on your own spit. “Nina’s not even one yet!”
Wonbin leaned over and squeezed your hand lovingly. “I know, I know. But… I do miss your body.”
You bit your lip.
Wonbin unbuttoned the top few buttons of his crisp black shirt, revealing his firm, brown chest. He noticed your eyes being drawn to his bare skin, and he smiled.
“It has been a long time since we…” you whispered, your mouth suddenly dry. “You want to do it right here? In our driveway?”
Wonbin leaned over the centre console and kissed you on the mouth, giving you his answer with his lips.
He tasted like tequila and lime. The feeling of his soft, warm tongue brushing against yours sent little shivers of pleasure straight to your pussy.
You reached your hands over to caress his broad shoulders. Except you were sitting in the driver’s seat, with the steering wheel in the way, so the angle was quite awkward.
Wonbin pulled away, his lips plump and shining with your gloss.
“Let’s take this to the back seat, mama,” he said, licking his lips. “I want to eat you out.”
You felt a swoop in your chest. Wonbin barely ever offered to give you head of his own accord.
“I dunno,” you mumbled.
“Come on,” Wonbin said, kissing your neck. “You used to love it when I did it in college.”
You gently pushed your husband off you. “That was a long time ago.”
Wonbin pouted. With his big eyes and thick lips, he was hard to resist.
You both got out of the car, the cool night air making you shiver. You closed the car door as quietly as possible, so as not to wake your family inside. Silently, you slid into the backseat.
You slipped off your heels whilst Wonbin unlaced his shoes.
Wonbin closed the space between you and kissed you again. He was more eager this time, smiling as his tongue pressed inside the cavern of your mouth.
His hands brushed over your shoulders, pushing down the straps of your dress, and then glided over your chest.
He pulled his mouth off you to get a better look. He pushed the silk fabric of your dress down below your breasts.
“Fuck, look how big they’ve gotten,” Wonbin said, eyes transfixed on your exposed breasts.
He cupped your heavy, milk-filled breast in his hand. He squeezed it gently, careful not to hurt you, groaning as he watched tiny beads of white drip from your dark nipples.
“Just a taste,” Wonbin murmured to himself, as he leant down and captured one of your nipples in his mouth. He began to suck.
You whimpered at the feeling of his tongue swirling around your sensitive nipple. You were embarrassed at him tasting you, a little grossed out too, but way to turned on to care.
You felt moisture dampen your underwear.
“Wonbin, enough,” you said, pushing his head away. “Leave some for the baby.”
“Now for the main course,” Wonbin said, looking up at you and grinning.
He kissed down your stomach, towards your hips.
Crouched in the cramped space of the back seat, his large, athletic frame was way too big for the space. He shuffled so that he was kneeling between your thighs.
“Wait!” You tried to close your legs, but Wonbin’s heavy body made it impossible for you to do so.
Your cheeks burned.
“I didn’t think… well I wasn’t expecting that we’d… ugh!” You slammed your head back against the head rest and looked up at the roof of the car, too embarrassed to meet your husband’s eyes.
“What is it, Y/n?” Wonbin said, in a voice that was so gentle it melted your heart.
“I’ve been so busy with the baby that I haven’t had time to get my… you know, waxed. And I know you don’t like it when there’s hair there, so we don’t-”
“Shh,” Wonbin said, kissing the soft swell of your inner thigh. “I want to see my girl.”
“Are you sure, though?” You were shivering. You didn’t know if it was from the cold, or your current predicament.
“I’m sure, Y/n.” Wonbin said, eyes dark with a passion that you hadn’t seen in years. “I want to make you come with my mouth. A little hair isn’t going to stop me from doing that.”
“If you say so…” Sighing, you shifted your hips closer to Wonbin’s face.
That was all the permission he needed.
Wonbin reached forwards and brushed his fingers over the cotton of your panties. He pushed his finger into the damp patch, directly over your clit. You let out a quiet moan.
Wonbin curled his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. He started to pull them down, over your ass and to your thighs. But the space in the back of the car was too small for him to take them off properly.
“Fuck it,” he murmured. With one sharp yank, Wonbin ripped the panties clean off your body.
You yelped.
The cool air caressed your pussy.
Wonbin leaned closer, his dark brows furrowed in concentration. You could feel his breath on your sensitive skin.
You felt your cunt throb for him, the deep ache of it surprising you.
Wonbin reached forwards and spread your pussy lips with his long, bony fingers. You could feel your wetness sliding out of your hole.
“Don’t tease,” you gasped. “Just-”
You were cut off by the feeling of Wonbin’s mouth on your clit.
He didn’t hold back. He sucked your clit with so much force that it actually made you shudder. He opened his mouth wide, moaning as he lapped up your juices.
The pleasure was so intense that it took all your might not to push Wonbin away. Your hands flailed, and you grabbed onto the carseat beside you for support.
You imagined what you might look like to an outsider peering into the back of the car. Naked, silk dress bunched around your stomach, with a man’s face buried between your thighs.
The two of you were wild in college - one time, you jerked Wonbin off in the middle of a lecture, and he had to use a textbook to hide the wet patch in his pants. But in the last few years, you only ever had sex under the covers, and usually at night. It was loving, but tame.
Wonbin slipped two fingers into you, and pushed against the soft, jagged ridges just a few inches inside your cunt. It made a lewd squelching sound.
“Just like that- don’t stop!”
You could feel your orgasm approaching fast. The pleasure started building in your toes, curling up your legs and stomach till it burst, white hot.
The feeling was so strong that it was almost painful.
Wonbin tightened his grip on your hips as he licked you through your orgasm. He only stopped when you pushed against his head, whining.
“That was hot,” Wonbin grinned, lips shining. “I’ve been dreaming about that for ages.”
You reached out and wiped the slick of Wonbin’s dark red lips.
“You’re such a dork,” you said, sighing. Post-orgasm, your body felt limp, like a stretched out noodle.
“Hey, you married me!” He said, laughing.
Wonbin crawled up your body and captured your lips in a kiss. You felt him fumble with the zipper of his trousers as he kissed you. He pulled himself out of his boxers.
You felt his cock, hot and stiff, press against the bare skin of your thigh. You could tell that he wanted to penetrate you.
You both looked down at the space between you.
Wonbin’s cock, as wide as a can of cola and flushed a deep red, was standing to attention.
He gripped his cock in one hand and rubbed it over the slick curves of your pussy. He was coating the tip of his dick with your wetness, groaning at the feeling.
Every time his cock slid over your clit, you jolted.
Wonbin guided his cock down towards your hole. He positioned himself so that all he had to do was push his hips an inch forwards. One easy slide, and he’d be buried deep inside you.
You could tell Wonbin was thinking about it. His dark eyes were almost crossed in concentration, and glued to your pussy.
“Wonbin. Condom.” You breathed.
Wonbin didn’t respond. He was staring at your cunt like it held all the answers of the universe.
You placed a hand on his chest. “Wonbin. Seriously, we can’t do this without a condom.”
The tip of his cock squeezed against your hole. You could feel his girth begin to stretch you out, even after all these years of fucking him.
You reached down and wrapped your hand around his dick, stopping him from penetrating you.
“Baby, do you really want another kid?” You said, squeezing the firm, solid flesh of his cock.
As if waking from a trance, Wonbin pulled his gaze away from your cunt. He stared at you with wide, glassy eyes.
“Fuck. Sorry. You’re right. What was I thinking?”
You pouted. You were looking forward to getting speared by your husband. But it looked like it was going to have to wait.
Your hand was still wrapped around the base of his cock. Wonbin jerked his hips forward, almost on instinct, desperate for some friction. He began to thrust pathetically into your hand.
“Wait!” you gasped. “Glove compartment! I bought some last month, and I’m pretty sure I forgot to bring them inside.”
“You’re serious?” Wonbin said, eyes lighting up.
You nodded, smiling.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” Wonbin said, pressing kisses to your lips and cheek between every word.
You giggled. “Just hurry up and get one.”
Wonbin twisted his long and narrow body through the gap between the front seats, reaching for the glove compartment.
It was a funny sight. Wonbin’s pants and boxers were around his thighs, leaving his firm, muscled butt completely naked.
He turned back towards you, a shiny foil wrapper in his hand.
Wonbin's face lit up in a smile. His cheeks were flushed dark. A light sheen of sweat on his skin made him glow. You couldn't help but admire just how handsome he was right now.
Wonbin pulled the condom onto himself, hissing from the stimulation.
He stroked the curve of your hip.
“Ready?” He asked, searching your face.
You nodded.
Wonbin guided the tip of his dick to your wet pussy. He pushed in, slowly at first.
You felt the pleasurable stretch as he buried his fat cock inside you. It was a dull ache - half pain, half pleasure, like pushing a bruise.
“Fuck, Wonbin, you feel so good,” you moaned.
It had been a long time since you'd last been fucked. The stretch was almost unfamiliar. Your pussy throbbed, and to your surprise, you came around his cock. Your second orgasm washed over you, less intense than the first one, but just as nice.
Wonbin felt you clench around him. The feeling made him almost come on the spot.
“Did you just come again?” He asked.
“Uh huh,” you said, blushing.
You felt his dick twitch inside you. Wonbin pushed himself in until you were full of him.
He started to thrust into you. Fast. Not gentle. His solid, narrow hips smacked against you with every thrust. His hip bones were sharp against your pelvis.
You let your head fall back against the seat.
The sound of your pussy squelching bounced around the small space of the car.
You leant up to suck on Wonbin's neck as he fucked you. When you pushed your tongue into the groove of his collarbone, he whimpered.
Wonbin gripped your waist as he pummelled into you, chasing his own release.
Your thighs knocked against the car door. There would probably be a bruise tomorrow, but right now, you couldn't care less.
Wonbin let out a strangled sob.
He pushed himself deep. So deep, that in the cramped space of the backseat, you almost felt like one person, not two.
“Fuck, Y/n-”
He groaned as he came, spilling hot and deep inside you. You felt a warm, tingly feeling as he filled the condom.
His whole body shook above you. He was using his muscles to hold himself off you, but in that moment, his body gave in, and he slumped down onto you.
You both lay there, panting, in the back seat of the car. The air smelt like sex and sweat.
You wrapped your arms around Wonbin and pulled him into a hug. You smoothed your hands across the broad expanse of his back.
Wonbin hugged you back, tightly.
“I love you,” he murmured into your neck.
With his arms wrapped around you and his cock inside you, you felt so safe. Perfection.
A light turned on inside the house.
You peered out of the car window, to see that a bedroom light had just been switched on.
You tapped Wonbin’s shoulder.
“We should go. I think your mom's awake with the baby.”
Wonbin nodded. He took a deep breath, and then slowly, agonisingly slowly, he pulled his cock out of you.
“That was so fun,” he said, handing you your heels.
You grinned. “I know right.”
Wonbin’s dark eyes twinkled mischievously as he helped you out of the car.
“Now that I think about it,” he said. “Another kid wouldn't be such a bad idea. At least then we'd have an excuse for a round two.”
You gasped. “Wonbin!”
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Summary: You comfort Sakuya after he gets beaten up by Sion. You have a secret crush on him. Sparks fly between you.
Genre: footballer!sakuya, friends to lovers, high school au
Word count: 1k
A/n: something cute to get all you sakuryo stans warmed up ;) stay tuned for more suggestive work in the future
You caught Sakuya when he was shoving out of the boys’ changing rooms, the door banging on the hinge.
His shoulders were hunched in his school uniform shirt, and he had mud splattered over his calves.
You followed him outside the sports centre and down the road.
Swinging his sports bag on one shoulder, kicking up clods of mud as he walked, Sakuya never acknowledged you.
“Hi,” you said, struggling to match his loping stride. He was scrolling his phone with one hand.
“Sorry about Sion. He's - an idiot,” you said.
Sion and the rest of the boys didn’t just beat Sakuya at football. They destroyed him. Throughout the sports lesson, it was like they all ganged up to humiliate him. It started small with jeers of ‘Girl-chan’ and nasty kicks to the shins, but then it got serious.
Finally, Sion tackled him to the ground when the teacher wasn’t looking. If Sakuya had just given in then, they might have left him alone, but instead, he wiped the blood and dirt from his mouth, and flashed Sion two gleeful middle fingers. You cringed at the memory.
“Just stop asking for it!” you said. “If you ignore him, he’ll leave you alone.”
Sakuya put in his AirPods.
“Okay. How do I put this?” you said. “You’ll never beat Sion, so don’t try.”
Sakuya’s eyebrow twitched.
“Look, I mean, the guy’s twice your size! Um, that’s not it. Sion has the body of an athlete, whereas your body is more like… you know when you find a spider in the bath, and it’s all drowning, and its legs are like, flailing around?”
Sakuya stopped walking and just stared at you. His black eyes were empty.
You sighed. “That’s not what I meant either.”
“Ok,” Sakuya said, “I thought the earphones made it pretty clear I don’t want to talk to you, but I guess not.” He pulled out an AirPod and gestured roughly down the road. “If you’re so hot for Sion, why don’t you just go and screw him?”
Sakuya pulled his bag strap up his shoulder and strode onwards.
You stopped, stunned at his aggression. What had you ever done to Sakuya? You were just trying to help, and he had hit you with all the anger his bullies deserved.
As you stood there, fighting the tightness in your throat, you saw Sakuya turn and look at you.
“I don’t want to screw Sion,” you said slowly. “I have standards.”
Sakuya winced, and took a step towards you.
“Sorry,” he said. “I know you don’t want to do Sion. I always thought you were pretty cool for that. I shouldn’t have said it.”
“Yeah, you shouldn’t have said it,” you replied, a smile curving your lips.
The same smile flitted over Sakuya’s face. “Ok, was I really that bad in the game?” He walked slower now, letting you match his pace with ease.
“Bad,” you laughed. “Horror movie bad. Texas Chainsaw Massacre bad.”
“Now now,” Sakuya said, his eyes widening. “You should see the-”
“I should see the other guy?” you interrupted. “Yeah, I have seen Sion, and he’s totally fine. Not a scratch.”
Sakuya kicked a loose pavement stone in anger. Then, he cursed, hopping around and holding his hurt foot.
His liquid eyes met yours, and you both started laughing.
Suddenly, he ducked down and picked up a dandelion. He thrust it into your hand. “Here.”
“What is this?” you said, eyeing the weed.
“I dunno,” he said. “I feel like I should… give you something. To say sorry.”
You twirled the dandelion. “If you want to make it up to me, why don’t you let me clean your cuts?”
Soon, Sakuya was sitting on the wall, and you were dabbing at the cuts on his cheekbone. You used your water bottle to wash the mud from the sore skin. Sakuya let out a whimper, then looked down in embarassment. His cheek was smooth under your touch. His thick-lashed eyes were almost beautiful.
“I remember what you used to be like,” you said quietly. “You used to make daisy chains for all the girls. I think I still have mine.”
Sakuya’s lip quivered, fighting a smile.
“And you had that,” you said, frowning, “that huge backpack, with that pink thing on it, that-”
“Minnie Mouse keyring,” you both said in unison.
Sakuya grinned, looking down. “That keyring was hard, okay? My mum got it for me from Disneyland Florida. It cost like 10 dollars.”
“I was so jealous of it,” you said.
“I’ve always liked you, Sakuya,” you added, putting your things back in your bag to hide the way your heart was thudding in your chest.
“I like you too,” he said.
You looked up at him. He stared straight at you, blinking fast. His tongue flashed over his mouth. A cool breeze ruffled your hair as the blue afternoon slid into golden evening.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me now?” you said.
Sakuya’s face exploded with redness. “What?”
“I like you. You like me back. Isn’t it time for you to kiss me?” you said.
Sakuya laughed shakily. “I really don’t think-”
“What?” you said. “Wow, you’ve really never kissed a girl, have you?”
“Hey, I’ve kissed plenty of girls!” Sakuya said, kicking the wall with one heel.
“Really?” you said. “I mean, I know Layla liked you last year, but I thought you said-”
Suddenly, Sakuya’s hands were on your face, warming it.
He leaned over you, brushing your hair back with one large hand.
“What are you-” you said, your cheeks slightly smushed.
“I’m kissing you, aren’t I?” Sakuya said. “Look, do you want to do this or not?”
And then he was kissing you.
When Sakuya placed his lips to yours, they weren’t stiff, or aggressive. They were soft as candyfloss, melting against yours. His hands softened, threading your hair back as he relaxed into the kiss.
Your hands found his knees, and clasped the muddy skin. Your heart was pounding so fast you were sure he could feel it.
After one cool drink of his mouth, you pulled back.
A grin split Sakuya’s face in two, and he was grinding his heels into the pavement. The blush had spread down his neck and was peeking out the bottom of his shorts.
“That was nice,” you said quietly, looking up into his face. “But you are seriously acting like someone who has never been kissed.”
“Jesus!” Sakuya said, his voice breaking.
He swung himself to his feet and started jogging down the road back to the school.
“Wait for me!” you called, as you ran to catch up with him.
This wasn’t hard as he managed to trip on literally every stick, pebble and pothole in the way.
Sakuya is really, really bad at sports, you thought with a smile.
—
When you reached the school road, Sakuya was already walking up to his mum’s car.
“I’ve got to get going, okay?” he said, flashing you a ridiculously large smile.
“Wait,” he said. “Should we… follow each other on Instagram, or something?”
“I already follow you,” you said, smiling. “I’ll send you a message.”
He gave you a thumbs up, and ducked into the car.
Sakuya had kissed you today.
You couldn’t stop smiling all the way home.
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Summary: your ex boyfriend says you're terrible at sucking dick. you use your shy roommate Anton to prove him wrong.
Genre: shy virgin!Anton, friends to lovers AU, smut
Word count: 2k
You staggered through the front door of your flat, almost tripping over your high heels. Your head was spinning, and you were pretty sure you reeked of tequila.
Kicking off your shoes, you wobbled into the living room.
Your roommate Anton was sat on the couch, snuggled under a fleece blanket. A rerun of an old comedy show played softly on the TV.
You picked up a pillow and used it to scrub off the tears on your cheeks.
"Y/n, are you okay? Have you been crying?”
Anton had only been living in the apartment for few months, ever since your old roommate left for her semester abroad. He was very shy, but sweet. Whenever he’d cook himself some ramen, he'd always leave out a bowl for you, and silently do the dishes in the morning.
You slumped down into the couch beside him.
“I’ve had the worst evening ever.”
Anton’s dark hair was damp from the shower, and he smelled like coconut shampoo.
His brows furrowed. “What happened?”
"It's Shotaro," you hiccupped. "He broke up with me. On our six-month anniversary of all days! He left me in the bar… so I decided to have a few cocktails. Okay, maybe more than a few."
Anton's mouth fell open. "Oh, Y/n, I'm so sorry."
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, smearing your lip gloss. You probably looked like a mess, but you were too drunk and sad to care.
“He said, in this dead pan voice, like a total psycho, Y/n, it’s just not going to work. You’re self-centered, you’re not as funny as you think you are, and you’re terrible at sucking dick.”
Anton blushed. “He said all that?”
You nodded. “It’s the most I’ve ever heard him speak in one go.”
You held your face and started to cry. The sobs wracked through your whole body, making you shake.
You felt a hand lightly touch your arm.
“That guy’s a jerk. He didn’t deserve you.”
Anton’s hand on your arm felt so comforting. The only time Shotaro would ever touch you was when he wanted sex.
You looked up to see Anton looking at you tenderly, with deep soulful eyes. His dark skin was smooth, and his lips, plump and juicy, were the perfect shade of red. He was handsome, without even trying.
You don’t know if it was the alcohol, or the fact that you had just been dumped, but you felt a sudden surge of courage.
“Shotaro said I use too much teeth,” you whispered.
Anton frowned. “What do you mean?”
The blanket had slipped off Anton, revealing his body. He was wearing a blue striped top that was tight over his broad shoulders, and left little to the imagination below. You could see the grooves of abs on his toned stomach, and his delightfully narrow waist. Who knew this guitar nerd was hiding such a hot body?
You shifted closer, so that your thigh pressed against his.
Anton gulped.
“He said I should use my hands to cover what my mouth can’t reach.”
A deep blush dusted Anton’s cheekbones.
You leaned towards him, so your lips brushed his ear.
“He said I don’t put it in deep enough.”
“He said,” you pulled the blanket completely off Anton, exposing his toned legs in the grey sweatpants, “that the tip’s the most sensitive. That I need to swirl my tongue around it, if I want to make him come.”
Anton shifted uncomfortably in the couch.
“Was he right?” you asked.
“About what?” Anton’s voice was hoarse.
“Is the tip the most sensitive part?”
Anton scrambled onto his feet. He pulled his hand through his hair, eyes darting around.
“Y/n, this is crazy. I’m going to bed.”
Anton turned to leave, but you grabbed his arm and yanked him back with all your might.
He fell back against you with a thud. His body, solid and heavy, pressed into you deliciously.
“Don’t leave me alone tonight,” you sniffed.
Once Anton was sat back on the couch, you sank down onto the floor in front of him. Your knees hit the wooden floor with a smack.
You prised Anton’s legs apart and shuffled so that you were kneeling between them.
You rubbed your hands up and down his sweatpants, feeling the firm, warm muscle of his thighs beneath the soft material.
“Y/n, stop. You’re drunk, and I- I’ve never- I don’t-“
“Shh,” you said, cutting him off. ‘I don’t care if you’re a virgin. Let me suck you off, for practice.”
You pushed up his top, revealing a plane of dark, toned abs. Anton sucked in a breath, his stomach turning concave.
The sight of tight body made your mouth water. You reached for the waistband of his sweatpants.
Anton’s hand grabbed your wrist.
“Wait, we shouldn’t- this is wrong!” Anton’s voice came out in a squeak.
“If this is so wrong, then why are you hard right now?”
You and Anton both looked down at the sizeable bulge in his sweatpants. You reached forwards and rubbed your palm over it.
Anton groaned.
“Just let me do this,” you said.
You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his sweats and then pulled them all the way down his thighs. He hissed when your fingers brushed over his clothed cock.
His boxers were pale blue with little octopus cartoons all over them. Anton put his hand over his crotch, puffing out his cheeks.
Anton looked at you through his lashes. His hand still hadn’t moved from his crotch.
“I didn’t expect anyone to see these… they were a gift from my mom.”
“Don’t be shy now,” you said, swatting his hand away.
Then you pulled his boxers off too, making Anton squirm. You flung them off to the side, where they fell onto the coffee table with a soft thump.
Anton bit his lip. He was staring up at the ceiling, trying not to watch you sizing up his nakedness.
“I can’t believe this is happening… fuck,” Anton said, breathless.
You were surprised to see that Anton had a patch of wild dark hair at the base of his cock. Shotaro, the only other man you’d seen naked, was always completely shaved.
You could feel your panties growing wet at the thought of having him in your mouth.
“You’re big, Anton. Who would have guessed? Not like that tiny dick, Osaki.”
Anton’s cock was darker than the rest of him, and deep red at the tip. It was growing erect under your gaze.
“Wait, are you sure this is a good idea? You just broke up, and I really don’t think we-“
Ignoring his protests, you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. It pulsed under your touch.
Anton was watching you intently now, his face scrunched up in a mix of pleasure and pain.
You leaned down so that your lips were millimetres away from his cock. Tentatively, you poked out your tongue and licked a circle around the tip. He tasted salty, with a tang of something else too.
Slowly, you sank your mouth down around him.
Anton groaned. He slumped his head against the back of the couch and let his eyes fall shut in surrender.
You let your hands skate up the insides of his thighs, feeling him jolt as your fingers brushed over this sensitive skin.
“We should stop,” he moaned.
You released his cock from your mouth with a lewd ‘pop’. His hips jerked forwards when you pulled off him, his body subconsciously following your lips.
“Are you sure, Anton? Because you seem to be enjoying it.”
Anton’s eyes shifted back and forth between your lips and his dick.
“Stop… wait, don’t stop. I- I don’t know!”
Anton was a mess. His hair stuck out in all angles from where he’d pulled his hands through it.
“Say it,” you hissed.
Anton let out a strangled half-grunt.
“Do it, Y/n, just-“
You put your mouth back on his cock, hearing him gasp.
You twisted your hands over the parts that your mouth couldn’t reach. You sucked him deep, ignoring the ache in your jaw.
Anton’s fists were curled up into balls by his side. He mumbled a string of curses, too fast for you to make out the words.
“Fuck! Just like that!”
Anton’s cock twitched in your mouth. You felt his whole body tense in one frenzied moment.
Then, Anton’s hands were on your shoulders, shoving you off him. You felt a hot liquid splash against your lips and chin. But because you were half off his cock, most of his come splashed onto his own thighs and stomach. It pooled in the grooves of his abs.
Anton flopped back onto the couch, utterly spent. His softening dick lay on his stomach, covered in slick.
You dabbed the corner of your lip with your sleeve.
“Shotaro was wrong. I am good at this.”
The thought of your ex-boyfriend came flooding back to you. All those months wasted, all those times you cancelled on your friends to go over to his place, just to have him ignore you and play video games instead. It was like a dam burst inside you, and suddenly, you started to cry.
Anton slid down onto the floor beside you and curled one arm around your body.
“There, there,” he said, rubbing circles into your back.
You buried your head into his chest and let yourself be held in his strong arms.
When you were finally able to stop crying, you looked up at him. In the soft glow of the TV, Anton looked vulnerable, with a dazzling, child-like beauty.
“Are you going to remember any of this tomorrow, drunk girl?” Anton said, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
You sniffed. “I’m not sure.”
Anton nodded, his face becoming serious. “Then I’ll just say it. I like you, Y/n, more than friends. I have for a while. This wasn’t exactly the way I wanted things to go, but we’re here now.”
You gave him a small smile.
“Can you tell me that again in the morning?”
Anton kissed your forehead. “Of course, I’m not going anywhere.”
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Summary: you and Ryo get lost on a camping trip and end up alone in the woods. you have nothing to do but each other...
Genre: friends to lovers AU, smut, p in v (don't read if you don't like it!)
Word count: 3k
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“Ryo, just admit it. We’re lost,” you called out.
“No, if we just get back to the stream, we’ll find the class,” he said, tripping through the woods, his eyes glued to the crumpled map.
“There is no stream! There’s just one stupid tree. A tree we’ve crossed five times,” you said. “Just give me the map.”
“No. I’ve got it,” he mumbled, waving the map away from you.
“Ryo!” you snapped.
He looked up at you, his eyes wide as saucers.
“Hirose Ryo, you do not know the way. We are lost, and cold, and we haven’t eaten in six hours. It’s getting dark. I say we give up and pitch the tent right here, before … something big and hungry finds us.”
Ryo looked around, shivering. The trees seemed to grow taller in the dying light. Everything was tinted a sickly colour: the tree trunks were blue, the leaves purple. It looked like an alien planet.
He gulped. “I’ll set up the tent.”
-
You sat next to each other in your sleeping bags, the tent tightly zipped up.
Every now and then, a tree branch would brush the tent, or something would skitter past, and you would both flinch.
An owl hooted, and Ryo grabbed your hand.
“What are you doing?” you said, trying to shake his hand off.
Ryo’s voice was a whisper. “I was just trying to comfort you. You seem kind of scared.”
You smiled. “Right. I’m the scared one.”
You reached into your pack and pulled out a bottle of tequila. You took a quick swig, feeling the crackle of warmth spread through your lungs.
“Here,” you said, giving it to Ryo.
“Alcohol?” he said in a squeak.
You chuckled. “Drink it. To stay warm.”
Ryo took a big gulp, then another, and you realised you’d forgotten to warn him about how strong it was.
“Okay. Enough,” you said, pulling it from his lips.
He shivered, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Feels nice.”
“Wow,” you said, “You are drunk, Hirose.”
Ryo laughed, and somehow, you were hugging him. You weren’t sure who initiated it, but it felt incredible.
You wrapped your arms over his broad back, digging your fingers into his soft hoodie. You buried your nose and mouth in his shoulder. He hugged you firm and strong, without the faintest hint of awkwardness. God, he even smelled good, like leaves and rainy soil. You had no idea teenage boys could smell good.
Even in the pitch black woods, you felt safe.
Ryo shuffled, holding out his arm for you to rest on, and you lay down. His arm was a thousand times softer than the prickly ground of the tent.
Resting your head on Ryo’s shoulder, pressing your cheek to his warm throat, tangling your fingers in his silky hair, you drifted off to sleep.
At one point in the night, you even realised that your legs were intertwined with his. You were clinging to his leg with both of your thighs, while his other leg was curved over your hip.
If you had been fully awake, you would have realised this was totally inappropriate for two classmates who were practically strangers. But tonight, your guard was down. It just felt right.
-
You woke with a gasp.
There was a faint blue light, so it must have been nearly dawn.
You cringed, realising you must have been having a sex dream. Your lips were tingling. Your whole body was warm and relaxed, like you were bathing in syrup. The most humiliating part was the sweet throbbing between your legs.
Your underwear was probably swimming. You had spare panties in your backpack, but there was no way to get them now.
You rubbed your eyes, looking for Ryo …
He was sprawled out, occupying the whole tent, one arm over his head. You realised he was the reason you had woken up.
Ryo was talking in his sleep.
“Give it to me…” he mumbled, tossing his head. “Put it on me. Please.” He wriggled in his sleep, his hips jerking forwards. “Let me in.”
You realised what was happening. Ryo was having a sex dream too.
You struggled not to laugh out loud. You had to see where this was going. You made a mental note to tease him about this for the rest of his life.
Ryo’s head turned, his lips falling open, his red tongue poking out of his mouth. Drool leaked over his cheek. His freckled cheeks hollowed as his tongue ran over his lips.
With the hand that wasn’t above his head, Ryo cupped his bulge, over his trousers. He pinched his dick with his thumb and forefinger in sloppy squeezes as he spoke.
Sleeping Ryo is kind of a perv, you thought.
Ryo’s thick eyelashes fluttered, his head turning towards you.
Your heart leapt into double speed. If his eyes were open, he would have been looking right at you.
“Just for a minute…” Ryo mumbled. “Let me put it in… Y/n.”
You shrieked. Ryo had said your name.
Ryo’s eyelids flew open. He was staring right at you, his eyes red and watery, still squeezing his dick in one hand.
You both looked down. Ryo slowly flexed his fingers, staring at them like they belonged to someone else. Ryo’s cock stuck up like a pin under his waterproof trousers.
When he looked up, his face was stained a dark purple and he could not meet your eye.
“Ryo,” you said a little hysterically. “You’re pitching a tent.”
He laughed automatically, then groaned, covering his face with his hands and rolling onto his back.
“You talk a lot in your sleep,” you said.
“No. God. Please. Did I say all of that out loud?” he said, his voice muffled.
He turned on his side so he was facing away from you.
You crawled over to him, hugging his back as you had earlier.
Ryo went completely stiff under your touch.
“You did,” you whispered. “You said a lot of things. About sex. About wanting to be inside … me.”
Ryo gulped. He was speechless for a whole minute. “Don’t take it personally. Please. It’s just biology. You’re so lucky you’re not a guy.”
“Felt pretty personal to me,” you said quietly. “And girls get morning wood too.”
Ryo turned to stare at you when you said that. You saw his furrowed brows, his tongue peeking out of his lips. He was trying to figure out what you meant by that comment.
You reached out experimentally and touched his clothed erection. It was so hard it resisted your touch. It almost bounced back into place. You ran your fingers over it, squeezing it in your fist.
Ryo shuddered violently.
You pushed him down onto the ground and straddled him. You dug your fingers under his hoodie. You traced the lines of his hot, concave stomach. You fingered the loose hairs of his happy trail.
Pushing his hoodie up, you buried your face in Ryo’s chest, rubbing your cheek in the sweet crevice between the planes of his pecs.
When you kissed one of his nipples, he grabbed the hair at the back of your head.
You took that as a sign that he liked it, latching on and running your tongue around the hard, protruding flesh, before moving to bite the other nipple. You dug your fingers into the gaps between his rib bones. You clawed at the surprisingly firm flesh of his chest.
“I just - I’ve never done this before,” Ryo said quickly, as you pushed his hoodie and T-shirt over his head, leaving him shirtless, and began to suck the soft skin under his jaw. “Go slow.”
You’d had some boyfriends, but you’d never had sex either. You weren’t about to tell Ryo that.
“You want to do this, don’t you?” you whispered, pulling back to stare into his dark, starry eyes, like coins at the bottom of a wishing well.
Ryo just looked flustered.
“I mean…” you said, your heart sinking. “I want to do this.”
Ryo let out a long, shaky sigh. “Yes. I think. I want to do this.”
“Should I give it to you, then?” you teased.
“Give it to me,” he mouthed, smiling shyly.
“Open your mouth,” you said, squeezing his soft cheek, and running your thumb over his freckled cheekbone.
Ryo slowly parted his lips.
You kissed his sweet red mouth. You held his jaw open with one hand, tipping his head back so you could thrust your tongue inside. You licked all the way around his cheeks. You twirled your tongue with his, teaching him the moves, feeling him get more confident. When you coiled his hair in your fist, he moaned, “Y/n.”
“Wow,” you said, eyeing his embarassed face. “You love saying my name.”
“It was an accident,” he mumbled.
“It was hot,” you said.
You couldn’t hide your curiosity about Ryo’s manhood anymore.
You crawled down his body, running your hands over his bare chest and stomach, till you were face to face with his clothed erection. It rose again under your gaze.
“Y/n,” Ryo said, breathing deeply. “Please. Be gentle.”
Your mouth watered at the thick red and white checked waistband of his boxer shorts. The ridges of his abs made it ripple. The skin of his stomach, with its smattering of dark hair, looked so soft and welcoming. You carefully unbuttoned and unzipped his waterproof trousers, then pulled the whole lot down.
His dick sprang into your face, a deep, delicious purple in the dawn light.
Curved yet rigid, rising between thick hair, Ryo’s cock looked so much more animal than the rest of his soft, shining body. It looked almost prehistoric.
Ryo pushed himself up onto his elbows and stared at you as hard as humanly possible.
You nuzzled into his cock, rubbing your cheek against the hot flesh, just feeling it out with the fingers of your other hand. It was the strangest texture, somewhere between silk and velvet, getting slicker all the time. Even here, Ryo smelled good. Musky.
You leaned in and pressed your lips to his tip, tasting the salty moisture, wondering what to do next.
Throwing his head back, Ryo mumbled something once, then twice. You had no idea if he knew what he was saying. “Let me in. Let me in.”
You laughed and took his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, licking up and down the length, touching your cheek to feel its shape through the skin.
When you began sucking on it, Ryo jerked violently, hitting the floor of the tent with his fists.
Ryo was a mess. If he could have told you to stop before, he couldn’t now. His eyes were closed as he writhed on the floor of the tent. His abs rippled with every movement of your mouth.
A few times, Ryo reached out, almost grabbing your hair before clenching his fists.
Not stopping the rhythm of your head, you twined his fingers into your hair.
Ryo moaned. He slipped his fingers through your hair and stroked all over your face—your forehead, your cheeks, your eyelids. He touched you like he might still be dreaming.
You were getting tired from the ache in your jaw, so you let Ryo’s dick spring free and crawled up his body again.
You kicked off your jeans, leaving you in just your underwear, then rolled so Ryo was on top of you.
Ryo stared down at you with dazed eyes as his fingers searched between your bodies.
Ryo found your panties. He patted the soaked fabric in awe. Every time he brushed your clit, your pussy throbbed unbearably.
“Wow,” he said. “It’s just like I imagined. Wet.”
He held your panties to the side with his thumb so he could drag his finger through your wetness.
“Oh god,” he said, cupping your bare mound with his whole hand. It was shockingly intimate. You felt something ooze out against his rough fingers.
“Heaven,” Ryo said, shutting his eyes as he slipped one finger inside you. He started stroking the sensitive ridges at the edge of your pussy almost automatically.
You were so turned on that every touch was a line of fire to the tip of your toes. You felt your orgasm creeping up. You tried to fight the pleasure - Ryo’s ego would never recover if you came right now.
“I never want to leave,” Ryo said, pushing in another finger, then a third. His mouth fell open when he heard the loud squelching sound coming from between your legs.
“You’re a real perv, Hirose,” you breathed.
Ryo was too focused on your pussy to hear your comment.
Thoughtlessly, Ryo began pushing your panties down your legs. You felt his cock brush the skin of your inner thigh for the first time. It was like a homing mechanism. Ryo’s cock was coming home.
It was hot and hard as it glided through your thick hair. It was so close to your pussy now. It would take nothing for him to penetrate you - one motion, one easy glide then you and Ryo would be joined.
You imagined Ryo spearing you deep. You imagined the satisfaction as he touched your very core. You wondered if he would fuck you strong and fast, or slow and teasing. You felt a primal need like you’d never felt before.
Only, you didn’t have any condoms. You despaired.
“Yes,” Ryo said breathlessly. “Mum.”
“What?” you said.
“No. Sorry. I mean my mum gave me these condoms on my birthday - it was so embarassing.”
Ryo crawled to the side of the tent, naked except for the trousers hanging around his knees, and fetched the dimly glittering pink strip of plastic.
You felt an urge to kiss him in gratitude. Then, you realised you’d already acted cock hungry enough for one boy’s brain. You held your tongue.
“Oh,” you said coolly. “Nice.”
Ryo chuckled at your reaction. He pushed it to the side, tore the plastic, then held the glistening tip of the condom and carefully pushed it over his dick.
Ryo moved back over you, his body frozen - and you realised he was not going to make the first move.
“Just give it to me,” you said, making Ryo chuckle in embarassment.
You pulled his hips towards you, hard, feeling his cock slide into your pussy like they were made for each other.
Now, you could no longer hold back. You let out a low groan of satisfaction as Ryo’s cock hit the perfect spot deep within you.
“Heaven,” you whispered, only half joking.
“Don’t tease,” Ryo said with a smile. He grabbed your face and kissed you deeply to shut you up. As his tongue moved effortlessly over yours, his hips snapped back into the instinctive rhythm they’d had when he was dreaming.
“You really could fuck me in your sleep,” you said, laughing to hide the fact that you were on the verge of coming.
“This is better than all my dreams,” Ryo whispered.
Ryo plunged into you, deeper than he ever had, and you suddenly felt yourself orgasming. You tangled your legs with Ryo’s, shuddering and hugging him tight to hide the contortions of your face.
“Wait, did you just-” Ryo, his voice high.
“Shut up about it,” you said, although it was hard to be angry about anything when your whole body was melting.
“Oh no. It’s happening,” Ryo said shakily, hugging you just as tight as his body stiffened in his orgasm. His fists pressed your back so hard it almost hurt. You felt a strange kind of warmth between your legs.
Then you were both panting, collapsed side by side on the floor of the tent.
You realised that the sex you’d just had was more appropriate for a boyfriend and girlfriend than two horny classmates.
The tent was light now. You heard birds singing.
Ryo unzipped the tent and threw the condom outside, mouthing ‘Yuck’.
“I can’t believe we just had sex,” you said, pulling up your panties.
“My head is spinning,” Ryo breathed. “I think I need to lie down.”
“So I’m that good, huh?” you teased as you shimmied into your jeans and smoothed out your shirt. You expected another witty comeback from Ryo.
Ryo had his back turned to you and was pulling on his hoodie when he spoke. “I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in real life.”
You realised that Ryo was not joking. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.
“I liked you since the day I met you. That’s why I did this stupid wilderness club.” Ryo turned to face you, transformed into his shy, nerdy self all over again. “I think we should date, Y/n. I mean, the sex part clearly works. And I’m really interesting. You haven’t even heard half of my jokes yet. Just consider it, okay?”
“Okay,” you said, grinning. “Just let me hold the map from now on.”
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Summary: When you walk in on your professor in the bathtub, things get hot and steamy.
Genre: smut, professor!Karina, mommy!Karina
Pairing: Karina x female reader
Word count: >1k
When you arrived at your professor Karina’s door, it felt like you were invading her privacy. But you had to do it. You knew something was wrong.
“Karina? Dr Yu?” you called.
You gave the door a push, and realised it was open. Why hadn't she locked her door?
You stepped inside, tracking mud on the plush cream carpet. You'd had meetings at her gorgeous house before, but it still felt like an invasion.
“Karina?” you called.
That was when you heard a faint reply from upstairs. You ran up, and pushed open the door to find the source of the noise - then froze.
It was her bathroom. Karina was having a bath.
Karina's mascara was smudged around her eyes, and long, dark strands of hair twisted over her shoulders. She was puffing on a cigarette. The tip of it was stained with her lipstick.
Thankfully, the foamy bath protected her naked body from your eyes. All you could see was one of her long legs, which was sticking out of the water, and her graceful foot with red painted toes.
“Oh god! I'm so sorry!” you stuttered, stepping back into the hallway. “You didn't answer the door.”
Karina’s voice was raw. “Well, don't hide in the hallway. Do I really look that horrific?”
You took an uneasy step inside. “No. You look good— you look fine.”
Karina smiled wryly, and fumbled with the box of cigarettes. “Want one?” Her hand closed over the box. “Sorry. You're practically a child, aren't you. Of course you don't smoke.”
You blushed. “I do, actually. I should quit. And I'm twenty two, not a child.”
She laughed a little too hard. “A wonderful answer.”
She struggled to light the cigarette with her wet fingers. You leaned in to help her, a jolt going down your spine as your fingers touched.
“Between us girls, your teacher is officially getting divorced,” she said with a rough laugh. “My… ex-husband was kind enough to serve me with the papers today.”
“I'm so sorry,” you said, lost for words.
“Well, as Tennyson said, ‘Tis better to have loved and lost…’”
“Than never to have loved at all,” you finished quietly.
“Bloody idiot Tennyson,” Karina said, crumpling her cigarette. “I'd be better off if I never loved that cheating bastard in the first place.”
You couldn't help but laugh with her. Karina hoisted herself up on her elbows, and her breasts popped above the water. You put down your cigarette, ears burning. It was hard to believe this conversation was really happening.
“That is why I am in this bath,” she said. “I may lose this house, but I will enjoy its massive bath first. With bubbles.”
Karina’s eyes fixed on you now. “Tennyson was in love with his best friend. I was too, in college. Her name was Mirana.”
Your heart began to race. How had you never realised that Karina could be into women? In all of your fantasies about her, she rejected you because she ‘just didn't go that way.’ How could you have been so blind?
Karina smiled like she could read your thoughts. “You like that, don't you?”
She stretched out one soapy hand. “Come here.” You leaned in stiffly, and she cupped your cheek.
“I know that you watch me,” she said, her thick-lashed eyes dark with interest. “And I watch you too. You’re the only one who cared enough to check on me. That's just like you, Y/n.”
Without any warning, Karina kissed you. Her lips were soft, but expert and calm in their gentle pressure. Shivers of water and fire ran up and down your spine. This was the kiss that had made it into your dreams more than once.
When she pulled back, her chest rose and fell with her breaths.
“The water’s still warm. Will you join me?” she asked, her voice serious now.
You expected to be scared, but you were more excited. Maybe this was what you'd come here for.
You nodded quickly and pulled your hoodie and jeans off. In just your T-shirt and underwear, you clambered into the bath.
You kneeled in the warm water, your legs between her soft bare thighs. You didn't know where you could touch her, so you just held onto the rim of the bath. Karina splashed water on you. She drenched your T-shirt naughtily and watched how it clung to your frame.
You leaned in closer, feeling the heat radiate off her face. She met your gaze with her perfectly black eyes.
Lightly, Karina ran her hands up and down your waist, squeezing your butt and gathering soap suds around your thighs. Her thumbs played with the hem of your T-shirt.
“God,” she said, low. “I haven’t felt a body like yours in years.”
She ran one hand between your thighs, and you shivered violently.
“I bet your pussy looks like something out of a magazine,” she said, running her fingers over your soaked and sticky underwear.
You laughed, to hide your nervousness. “No one gets their porn from magazines anymore.” You held her tight, burying your face on her shoulder. “And you’re the one who looks like a porn star.”
As soon as your lips touched her skin, your fear evaporated, replaced by a ravenous hunger. You licked along her graceful collarbones, squeezing her breasts in your fists. You nipped down the soft flesh of her stomach, then bit hard into the soft skin of her inner thigh.
You heard her breathing hard, mumbling encouragement in your ear. Her nails raked over your scalp.
The need to taste Karina’s pussy was unbearable. You shuffled backwards in the huge bathtub. Even through the soapy water, Karina looked perfect. The stretch marks on her thighs were the only sign she’d had a child. Peeking through her pussy hair, her pinkish brown lips could only be described as perfect.
You dove into the water, screwing your eyes shut and licking and sucking her puffy pussy. Her hair tickled your nose. Her bitter taste washed over your tongue like the greatest cigarette.
You knew you’d found her clit when she grabbed your hair, hard, the strong muscle of her thighs closing over your cheeks. You sucked for dear life, addicted to the muffled sounds of her curses.
You barely noticed you were getting lightheaded. You didn’t even care about the white stars bursting behind your eyelids. Only when your chest started to ache did you get up out of the water.
“Sorry,” you spluttered, spitting out water. “Forgot - to - breathe.”
Karina laughed, her face and chest splotched with red, her eyes shining. “You were wonderful.”
You puffed out your cheeks. “Give me a second to catch my breath. I can make you come.”
She pinched your cheek. “That’s alright, my eager girl. Just relax.”
She pushed you back on the tub, so your head rested against the porcelain. Then she leaned in, kissing you deeply, swirling her tongue over your lips to taste every drop of her essence. She let her weight rest on you a little, her breasts squeezing against yours.
You barely realised what she was doing when she pushed your knees up, spreading your legs, putting you completely at her mercy.
Then she started grinding her pussy against yours, rolling her hips in the perfect way.
Sparks of pleasure shot out from your core and ricocheted around your body. The ache of your weary legs, the pressure of her fingers on your knees, the thought that it was Karina’s pussy that was rubbing against yours right now - it was too much.
You gripped the edge of the tub just to steady yourself. Moans spilled from your lips, loud, desperate. The sound of water sloshing out of the tub was endless. You would have been embarrassed if you weren’t utterly drunk on her.
When your orgasm hit you, it was sudden. You shuddered as your whole body melted with pleasure.
Karina wasn’t done, though.
She grinded on you harder, slamming your hips against hers, her strong hands pulling you up to meet her.
The friction on your bruised and aching pussy was almost painful. You cried out, about to beg her to stop, when your second orgasm came without warning, making your toes curl.
Karina came along with you, pressing her mouth to your shoulder and breathing in harsh pants.
Gradually, she let go of your legs and you both tried to calm down. Karina stroked lazy circles on your hip while you tried to remember how to breathe.
Gradually, the light disappeared from the window and the water turned cold.
“Wow,” you breathed, not even bothering to hide your awe.
“How was that?” Karina said, threading her fingers through her wet hair. “I’m frightfully out of practice. Ten years of marriage and all.”
“Wow,” you repeated, sliding down so your face sank into the water.
“Hey!” Karina lifted you up with her arms, pulling you to her body. “Don’t go and drown now. How will we ever do this again?”
“Sorry. Body. Jelly.” you mumbled against her. “Too. Good.”
Karina laughed. “I guess I do have that effect on people.”
“Oh my god,” you said, suddenly sitting straight. “How did I forget? My essay for this week. It’s late!” You bit your finger. “Look, it’s all done, I just have to email it to you-”
Karina squeezed a finger to your lips. “Y/n. When will you stop being so adorable? Look, I missed class today, you missed the essay. Let’s call it even.” She stroked your hand thoughtfully. “Why don’t you give it me at my house this Friday night?”
A smile spread over your face. “Like… a date?”
“A date. With Riesling,” she said, smiling. “And my awful risotto. I might even wear makeup - or clothes.”
“Only makeup or clothes?” you teased. “Not both?”
“Of course,” Karina laughed. “Only one or the other.” She pressed your nose with one finger. “I’m afraid you’ll have to come to find out which one.”
It still felt weird to hear your professor make sex jokes - which was crazy, because you’d just had sex.
“That sounds great,” you said.
Could it be true that you would see Karina not once, but twice? Would you wake up tomorrow and find that this was all a dream?
But it had to be real, because Karina was sitting across from you now with a sad smile.
“Thank you, Y/n,” Karina said gravely. “I think I needed you tonight.”
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Summary: It's Sion's birthday party, and you pull him aside to give him his present. But he's more interested in your body...
Genre: Established AU, Smut
Word count: <2k
A/N: Happy birthday Sion!! 🌷
The music was thumping, people were dancing and you were on your third pina colada of the night. It was safe to say you were feeling the party spirit.
Sion caught your eye and smiled. He was standing across the room, talking to some friends. He was wearing a garish sparkly banner that read ‘birthday boy’, which was a sharp contrast to his black leather jacket and intricately styled red hair.
This surprise party was all your handiwork - it took weeks of planning to get his family and friends to come all the way up from Mokpo. But it was his first birthday with you as his girlfriend, so you wanted to make an effort.
You felt Sion’s eyes on you as you walked out of the living room. Just before you ducked through the door to the utility room, you crooked two fingers and beckoned your boyfriend to join you.
Seconds later, Sion burst through the door and pushed himself into the room. The utility room was so small it was basically a closet, and Sion’s body filled the space. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body.
“I just needed some time alone with the birthday boy.”
You patted the lapel of his leather jacket, admiring the feel of the firm muscle underneath.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Sion bit his lip, his dark eyes twinkling. He leant down and captured your lips in a rough open-mouthed kiss. His eager hands found your body quickly - one slipped down to your waist, whilst the other cupped your breast.
Sion backed you up against the wall in the middle of the kiss. His hips bucked forward and he pressed himself against your thigh. You were surprised to feel that he was already hard.
“Slow down,” you said, prising your mouth off his.
Sion pouted. He ran a finger under the strap of your top and let it snap lightly against your skin.
“I thought you asked me here so that you could give me my present.” Sion waggled his brows suggestively.
In the dim orange glow of the single bulb hanging from ceiling, his eyes looked like they had a fire burning in them.
You placed two hands on his chest, and gave him a gentle push. Sion, ever the obedient boyfriend, took two steps back.
“I did. I’ve been wanting to give it to you all day!”
Sion watched with a bemused expression, as you pulled a out a wrapped present from under the laundry basket and handed it to him.
“Happy birthday!”
Sion hesitated for a moment.
“So by present, you actually meant a real gift and not…”
You tutted. “Just open it.”
Sion’s pink tongue jutted out as he tore through the purple wrapping paper. He pulled out an A4-sized canvas and held it up to the light.
“Oh, wow… it’s a… painting… of two people?” He looked at you. “Did your niece do this at her pre-school?”
You gasped. “No. I painted it. It’s of you and me.”
Sion’s mouth fell open into a smile.
“Oh my god… it’s… so- so good!” He said, modulating his voice theatrically. He covered his mouth with his hand, stifling a laugh.
Blood rushed to your cheeks.
“You hate it, don’t you?”
Sion let out a giggle. “It’s a joke, right? Like, it’s supposed to be bad… on purpose?”
For a moment, you were too hurt to speak.
The smile dropped off Sion’s face when he saw your expression.
“Oh… it’s not a joke?”
You pushed past Sion and rushed towards the door, too embarrassed to meet your boyfriend’s gaze. You wished the ground would swallow you whole.
“Wait!”
Sion grabbed your wrist and yanked you back towards him. You fell against his body with a thud.
“Get off me,” you huffed.
Sion wrapped an arm around your front and held you in a tight back hug.
You tried to squirm away, but his grip was vice-tight, making it impossible to move. He leant down and pressed his mouth onto your shoulder.
“I’m sorry for laughing… it really was a nice gift.” His soft lips tickled your skin as he spoke.
You dug your nails into his smooth forearms and prised them off you. You spun around and scowled.
“Don’t lie to me.”
Sion sighed, raking a hand through his dark red hair.
“You just caught me off guard, Y/n. When you pulled me in here, I wasn’t really thinking. To be honest, I was just hoping to get lucky.”
Sion gave you his signature doe-eyed look. To an outsider, his chocolatey gaze might seem innocent, but you knew the evil that lurked below the surface.
“No way, mister. You blew your chance.”
Sion huffed. “It’s my birthday and you’re being mean!”
He held your hand again, gentler this time, and brought it up to his mouth. He kissed the inside of your palm, eyes falling shut.
You felt a flutter in your chest. Maybe, finally, after nearly four months of dating, he would pick right now to say, ‘I love you’ for the first time.
Sion leant towards you, so that his lips brushed your ear.
“Let me put it in, just for a minute.”
“Sion!” You yanked your hand out of his, hurt. “I’m going back to the party. Don’t come and find me!”
—
It was almost midnight, and all the guests had gone home.
You were sitting on the couch, eating some leftover icing from Sion’s cake. You were beginning to feel guilty - you really had ignored him for the rest of the evening, despite his pouty lips and shiny eyes following you.
Sion hovered at the doorway. He had changed into his Kuromi pyjama set, and he suddenly looked a lot younger.
“Are you going to stay at your place tonight?” Sion said, voice barely above a whisper. He was picking at some dust on his shirt, avoiding your gaze.
You shook your head.
“I wouldn’t leave you alone on your birthday. Even if my pride is wounded.”
Sion slumped down on the couch beside you and pulled you into a tight hug.
“I’m sorry, Y/n. It was a nice gesture, and I ruined it. Are you still mad?”
Instead of replying, you kissed him, softly, on the lips. By now, your annoyance had faded, and you really just wanted to kiss and make up.
But, it was as if a switch had been flipped in your boyfriend. Suddenly, Sion pressed you back against the couch, his weight resting heavy on top of you. Wetness pooled in your core.
Sion kissed you back with force. He slipped his hot tongue into your mouth, grunting. In one quick motion, Sion pushed up your top and bra, exposing your breasts.
Your nipples puckered in the cold air.
Sion kissed down your jaw and neck, leaving wet kisses on your skin, till he reached your chest. His mouth latched hungrily to your nipple.
His free hand skated up your thigh, finding the warmth there.
Sion’s actions were hurried, his fingers clumsy as they fumbled with your clothes. It was like he was worried that if he stopped for a moment to let you think, you’d push him away.
“Easy,” you whispered. “I’m not going to deny you again tonight.”
Sion’s jaw was clenched and all his muscles were taut. His body was like a wind up doll, ready to spring. Sometimes Sion got like this, and you knew that all he needed was a quick release.
You reached into his lap and found the bulge there. You slipped your fingers into his underwear, hearing him hiss as your cool fingers wrapped around his stiff cock.
Sion leant back, giving you room to pull him out of his underwear. You pushed up his shirt to reveal his toned, ridged stomach. The base of his cock was smattered with short, dark hair.
The tip of his cock was a bruised, deep red. You began to twist your hand around him.
“Fuck…” Sion let out a whimper. His red fringe stood up wildly over his head, and his mouth hung half open.
“That’s a good boy,” you whispered, feeling his cock twitch in your hand.
Sion’s entire body tensed up in one frenzied moment. He sucked in a breath, gasping as if he was scared.
You felt a hot liquid splash over your hand. You and Sion stared at each other in shock. You had barely touched him - neither of you were expecting him to finish so fast. The tips of Sion’s ears turned a dark red.
You kept stroking him through his release, until Sion shuddered and pushed your hand away. Then, he slumped down against the sofa, body entirely spent.
“I hope you enjoyed your second present a bit better.”
You realised that your top was still bunched up over your breasts. You began to pull it back down.
Sion whined, stretching out a hand to stop you.
“Leave them out - it’s still my birthday.”
You shook your head, laughing, but you obliged.
“Only for another twelve minutes.”
Sion grinned at you, the naughty streak back in his eyes.
“Y/n,” he said, pulling you so that you were lying on top of him.
“What?”
You let your eyes shut as you began to be lulled by the steady thumping of his heart.
“Have I ever told you that I love you?”
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Summary - Lonely and horny, you accidentally hire a sex worker. Riku won't leave without giving you a good, old-fashioned fuck.
Genre - Suggestive, sex worker!Riku
Word count >1k
Visiting the escort website was just a little joke.
A fantasy.
You never actually intended to pay for anything.
But when your breakup with Sion had you tipsy and in front of your laptop for the hundredth time, you found yourself scrolling the sleek green page of the WISH ESCORT SERVICE.
An hour later, you fell asleep on your keyboard, the alcohol burning in your veins, and completely forgot you ordered a date with ‘RIKU MAEDA’
“It’s open!” you yelled, while organising your kitchen cabinets one Saturday evening.
You were expecting the shopping you’d ordered. You went to the bathroom to wash your dusty hands, hearing heavy footsteps in the hallway. “Just wait in the kitchen!” you shouted. “I’m nearly ready for you!”
But when you walked back into the room, you did not see any shopping.
You saw a young man in the middle of your kitchen, with fluffy black hair and brown skin… completely naked.
The washcloth fell from your hands with a soft flump. You couldn’t breathe. Your eyes took in his sloping shoulders, his soft brown nipples, the impossibly hard muscle of his stomach and the dark cloud of hair beneath…
He yawned and stretched his full arms above his head, as comfortable as if he were fully clothed.
“Who the hell are you?” you said. “And what are you doing in my house?”
“Oh no,” he said, stumbling back. “Not again.” You watched the blush spread over his chest. He pulled his hands over himself, knees bent. “You are Y/n L/n, right?”
“Yes,” you said, wondering how on earth he knew your name.
“Oh thank god,” he said breathlessly, shaking his head. “Not like last time when we got the wrong… person…”
That was when it came to you. “Oh my god. You’re Riku. From the agency.” He bowed politely, hands clasped.
“But I thought you just had dates with people,” you said. “Not - “
“Sex?” he said, eyes widening politely. “Oh, yes. You’ve already paid for it.”
“That was not **what I asked for! I just wanted to have dinner with someone, for god’s sake!”
Riku nodded, rubbing his stomach.
“Fully clothed,” you added, looking at the space above his head.
“Ah,” Riku said quietly, pouting. His black cat-eyes met yours. He slowly lifted the orange pan from the stove top and held it over his crotch.
-
You wouldn’t have expected it, but when Maeda Riku was dressed once more in his red stripy t-shirt and dark jeans, he was a delightful date. You cooked him spaghetti in your tiny kitchen, and ate it on the chipped table over a glass of wine.
You learnt that this was just a part-time job, while he was training to become an actor. You told him all the terrible things your ex, Sion, had done - like when he said you weren’t pretty enough to find anyone else.
“You are,” Riku said, interrupting you.
His brown ringed fingers clutched the wine glass. His cheeks sported a blush.
“What?”
“Pretty enough,” he said. It wasn’t a line, just an observation. “You’re beautiful, Y/n.”
You blushed, lost for words. You couldn’t remember the last time someone called you beautiful.
When the plates were clean, the air between you tingled. You suddenly remembered what, or who, Riku usually did at night.
“I know we’re not… doing anything,” Riku said, the tip of his finger tracing the rim of his glass.
“Definitely not,” you said quickly.
“But… could I still use your shower?” he asked.
You nodded, and ran to fetch the guest towels.
-
His body was too tall for your miniscule bathroom, his shoulders barely fitting in the door.
You left him in the shower, sitting in your dark bedroom while you put your phone on charge.
You heard the roar of the shower, and his soft voice as he hummed to himself. You couldn’t believe he was just on the other side of that door. Sparks shot down your back, almost painful. Though you’d seen Riku’s body already today, it felt different to imagine him naked now. Intimate.
Without even thinking, you leaned towards the door. It was ajar.
You could see Riku rubbing shampoo into his hair, his eyes shut in pleasure. His back was arched, and golden drops of water shivered down his powerful arms and ran along his hip bones.
You couldn’t help it—your thighs burned. You felt yourself grow moist.
As you moved to get a closer look, the door swung open. Your breath caught in your throat, but Riku didn’t stop humming; he must not have noticed.
He turned back, reaching for the conditioner, and you stepped into the room, your eyes glued to the long golden line running down his back.
“You like to watch, don’t you?” Riku said, his back still turned.
Your heart sped and you stumbled backwards. “Sorry. I thought I left- Sorry.”
“You can look,” he continued, squeaking in a laugh. “It is my job.”
If you were in your right mind, you would have left the room. But the alcohol burning in your veins, the hypnosis of Riku’s voice, made you stay. You stepped closer.
Riku turned, winking one dark eye at you. “You can touch, too.”
“I can’t. I’m sorry. I’m just not the kind of person who does these things.”
Riku blew out his cheeks in a pout. “Hmm… then what kind of person am I?”
“I really didn’t mean-” you stuttered. You prayed for the ceiling to come down and bury you in rubble. That would be less humiliating.
“I’m just teasing,” he said, his voice low.
God, you wanted to touch him. But why? How? This young man already had your money. What else could you possibly give him?
Riku gave you a look, and it was so open that it gave you the strength to step inside the shower with him. The water was cool on your scalp and warm as it soaked your jeans.
You expected him to pull you towards him, moulding your mouth in a kiss, bending your body to his, the way Sion always did.
But Riku did nothing. He just stared, as if his bare body, the tight coil of his belly button, wasn’t between you.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” you said.
Riku pouted. “Do you want me to?”
“Why are you being so cryptic?” you said, suddenly scared. You felt like that lost child again, the one who asked a teacher what an ‘orgasm’ was while all the other students laughed. “Can’t you just do what you always do?”
“Some people do,” he said, his fingers coiling his hair to collect the last soap suds. “I think it’s more interesting to ask what you want.”
Embarrassingly, you had no idea what you wanted.
Sex with Sion had been addictive; your bodies had clicked from that first hurried night in your friend’s college bedroom. You had never felt a climax before Sion’s fingers brought one out in you; for a few weeks afterwards you thought he was God.
Even later, when the sex was less new, it was still simple with him - he kissed your breasts, or pushed you down on your knees, and you learnt to love it because it was what he loved. Everything moved smoothly, like clockwork.
And now there was Riku, his hard, young body making it impossible to focus. What did you want?
“Don’t think so hard,” he said, fluttering his thick lashes, leaning closer. “Just tell me, pretty woman.”
“I want -” you said, like you were confessing a dirty secret, “I want you to get on your knees and do everything I say. And then… I want you to carry me onto that bed and fuck me with all my clothes on.”
You took a deep breath. Now was the moment he would laugh at you. You couldn’t meet his eyes.
All he said was, ‘OK.” He crossed his arms. “I do love being told what to do. And on the bed, I will be…?”
“Absolutely naked,” you said, courage flashing through you.
And then Riku was sinking to his knees, carefully, his eyes never leaving yours. Gentle, polite hands pushed your hips back to make space. He used his fingers to steady himself on the slippery tile. A shiver ran through the dark curves of his shoulders at the cool water.
His cat eyes met yours. “Ok, Y/n… what do I do now?”
-
Later, Riku was lying on top of you on your huge bed, panting with exertion. He pinned you to the bed with his weight. You ran your hands down the dripping muscles of his broad back. The sheets all around you were damp and smelled of peach shampoo.
Riku started to move, but you dug your fingers in his back. “No,” you ordered. “Stay a little longer.”
He nipped your shoulder with his teeth, laughing.
“What?” you said, shaking him. “Are you laughing at me?”
Riku shook his head, but the laugh grew, making his eyes scrunch and his chest vibrate.
You rolled over so you were on top and straddled him, squeezing his muscled arms to his body. “Tell me. What are you laughing about?”
Riku twisted his lip. “Not so hard to order me around now, huh?”
“Disobedient fool,” you said, rolling your eyes.
Riku pushed your arms off him in one effortless squeeze, and clambered to his feet. The morning sunlight fell over the soft planes of his chest. Still laughing, he walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
You hopped into your jeans, calling out after him. “What the hell are you doing? Riku, your clothes!”
Riku’s laugh bounced off the kitchen walls.
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When you walked in, Riku was balancing two pans on the stove, one with a sizzling omelette, one with bacon. The strings of his blue apron were tied in a neat bow over his butt. The radio was playing some throwback station, and Riku’s pert ass moved rhythmically to the beats of ‘It Wasn’t Me.’
“Riku…” you said, your mouth falling open. “You are in my kitchen. Naked. Again!” You sniffed. “And you found actual human food?”
Riku snorted. “I was surprised to find it too.” He turned around, slapping his hands together. “Welcome to naked cooking. It’s very therapeutic. I do it once a week.”
You wrapped your arms over your big T-shirt, wishing you’d remembered to wear a bra. “That’s lovely. Just… keep my food hygienic, ok?”
“Oh no,” Riku said, walking over to you and placing his hands on your hips. “You have to be naked to eat the food. No ifs, no buts.”
A slightly hysterical laugh left your mouth as you sat down on the kitchen chair. You thought about the dry cereal you would have to eat this morning.
Riku used a spatula to roll the omelette neatly, sliced it up and put it on a plate. He sprinkled something green over the pieces.
Riku walked over to you and wafted the delicious scent your way.
Butter. Your stomach growled.
“One bite,” you said. “Please. I’ve worked up an appetite.”
Riku shook his head, whisking the plate away from you.
Fine. Screwing up your face, you stepped out of your jeans, then took a deep breath and pulled your shirt over your head.
In just your underwear, you walked over to Riku, arms crossed over your chest.
He looked pointedly at your underwear.
You swore, and shimmied them off, then ate up the omelette like a hungry wolf. You ran across the kitchen, shivering, and grabbed two pieces of bacon, too.
Riku caught you mid-run, giving you a cheeky slap on the butt.
“Goddamnit, Maeda Riku!” you said, sitting down to eat.
“I couldn’t resist,” he said cheekily.
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Though that was the first time you slept with Riku, it wasn’t the last. Eventually, you stopped using the agency and Riku just gave you his phone number. Every Friday night, he would come over. It started to feel like you were old friends—not sex worker and client.
One of those Fridays, Riku was at the sink, doing the washing up, when you asked him a burning question.
“Riku…” you said, folding the corner of the table mat, “I’ve told you about my love life. I’ve told you about Sion dumping me, the nights of falling asleep into my ramen bowl…” you laughed. “But what about you?” Your heart thudded. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
Riku scratched his head against his shoulder. “I have… a secret.” His ears went bright red.
Your heart sank. So here it was. The wife. The kids. Riku’s real life outside of these four walls that you knew nothing about.
“I can’t talk to my crush,” he said, lowering his head.
“Sorry?” you said, not sure if he was joking. There were a million things you’d thought of, but never this.
“I can’t talk to her,” he said. “I just freeze up, and the words don’t come out! There’s this girl, an extra in this movie I’m shooting, and she’s so cute, but I’ve never even said ‘Hi’.”
“Riku. You’re a sex worker.”
“I know it sounds crazy! It’s just different when I work. Sex is natural, it doesn’t need explaining.” He blew out a breath. “Romance, however…”
You sidled up to him, pressing yourself against his back. “I may not know a lot about sex, but I can help with talking to girls.”
You lifted your hands to cover his eyes. Riku’s breath stuttered in his throat. His hands were still in the soapy water.
You rested your cheek between his shoulder blades, feeling the heat radiating off him.
“Now,” you said. “Listen to my voice. Pretend I’m that girl. What do you want to say?”
Riku took a deep, shaky breath. “I-” He squirmed. “I can’t do this with you, Y/n. It’s stupid.”
“Come on, Riku,” you said, stroking his eyelids shut. “Just trust me. Now what do you want to say?”
“Okay,” he said. “I want to say… I like you. I know this is just work, and you don’t know me very well, but I think you’re beautiful.”
Riku’s body warmed yours in the cool air of the kitchen.
“And I think she might say… you’re not too bad yourself.”
Riku’s throat was tight. “Then I would say… do you think this could ever be more than work?”
You didn’t know if he was talking to her or to you.
Riku turned around, very slowly, his eyes never opening. His warm, soapy hands screwed up the cotton of your T-shirt as he pulled you close.
Like he had never done before, Riku kissed you first. He sucked at your mouth, his spit soaking your lips. It was a deep, messy kiss, and you were forced to follow his rhythm. His tongue tapped your bottom lip, asking you to open for him. You obeyed.
His hands ran under your shirt, making you shiver. And then he was pulling the shirt over your head, unclasping your bra with quick, deft fingers and abandoning it on the floor. You felt his rough hair brush your collarbone as his head dipped lower, to your chest.
So far, you had only kissed in the bedroom or the ensuite, never in such an open area. Riku would ask you what you wanted, you would order him, and the sex would proceed. Usually, he was smooth and strong, and even when he was falling apart under you, you never knew if it was just to make you feel better.
This felt different. This was Riku’s own hunger, his own preferences, strange beasts you knew nothing about. In Riku’s mind, was he kissing you? Was he kissing her? There was no time to think, no time to decide.
Riku turned you around. He pushed your stomach against the sink, starting to devour your neck in a way that made you melt. The cold, wet porcelain dug into your stomach, hard enough to bruise.
He tugged at your jeans, and you struggled to get them down,
And then Riku was fucking you on the kitchen sink, your moans pouring out for any neighbour to hear.
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When you fell asleep that night, you felt strangely empty.
It had felt right in the moment, but now you’d wondered what you’d done. Had you moved from being a client to Riku to… something more? Or were you just feeding Riku’s fantasy of sleeping with another woman, one who would never have to pay him?
It was time to say goodbye to Riku. Having him round every Friday, you’d started to feel like you had a boyfriend again—and that was dangerous. Riku wasn’t yours. He never would be.
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Summary - "Do I have permission to fuck you until you know how I feel about you?”
Genre - Suggestive, angsty, possessive!Karina
Pairing - Karina x female reader
Word count >1k
There was no talking to Karina when she got like this.
The drive home had been silent. Your girlfriend had one hand clenched over the steering wheel, the long nails of the other hand clicking an impatient rhythm on the dashboard.
You’d both heard what they said at that stupid party. Stuff about how you didn’t deserve a girlfriend like Karina. Stuff about how you were a pity fuck for her. A rebound.
The worst part was, you’d started to believe it. As you got more and more tipsy, the poison in their words sank into you. The thing is, you’d always felt a little embarrassed announcing yourself as her girlfriend. You saw the gorgeous women who flirted with her, and you felt small in comparison. Karina was a dream you were constantly waiting to wake up from.
“Get out of the car,” Karina said, her voice low.
You didn’t move, a little shocked at her tone. With an impatient grunt, she reached over you and worked the door handle open, her body falling over you.
“Get. Out,” she repeated.
You stumbled out of the car and up the stairs to her apartment, conscious of the light pressure of her hand on your shoulder.
As soon as Karina shut the door behind you, she slammed one hand against your shoulder and pushed you against the wall. Her other hand ran up your trembling thigh, circling it possessively. She overpowered you easily, her tall frame blocking out the sliver of light that came under the door. With her ballcap and boxy leather jacket, she could be easily mistaken for your boyfriend. Only her luscious shoulder-length hair gave her away.
“Do you really believe all that stuff they said?”
“About-” you started.
“About me… not really wanting you.” She struggled to say it.
You looked down. “Honestly, it’s hard not to.”
Karina’s hand instinctively tightened on your thigh, nails pinching into your bare skin. With her other hand, she stroked your throat, then grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at her.
“Come on, Y/n,” she said. “I thought you were too smart to believe that nonsense. I thought it was obvious how lucky I am to have you. I guess I was wrong.”
She leaned in, the delicate arch of her nose nudging yours. You knew it was the only tenderness you would get tonight.
“Do I have permission to fuck you until you know how I feel about you?”
You shivered in fear and desire. There was no telling how far Karina would take it. Some nights you just cuddled in bed, stroking her boobs over her oversized T-shirt. Other nights you were bent over the kitchen table, the wood bruising your cheek as her strap pounded into you. You had a feeling it would be one of those nights.
“Yes,” you breathed.
Karina did not smile, but colour came into her cheeks.
Grabbing the hair at the back of your head, she walked you into the bedroom, flicking on the overhead lights. She pulled up a chair and sat on it, patting her dark jeans.
You straddled your girlfriend gratefully. You kissed her soft mouth, then licked down her jaw. Unable to resist, you pulled up her tight tank top, revealing her lacy black bra. The soft flesh of her breasts spilled out.
In awe, you licked and sucked at the lace, enjoying the way her breath stuttered as you did so. You tugged down her bra, cupping her breast in one hand while you took it whole into your mouth. You loved the size of her boobs. When you swallowed one breast, you felt like you were choking in its softness, spit running down your mouth. You wouldn’t have it any other way.
Just when you freed her other breast, she grabbed your hair again.
“Enough,” she said breathily, pulling her top down. “Now you.”
She tugged your little dress over your head. Her fist squeezed your hip when she realised you had no bra on.
She stripped off your panties, leaving you naked on her lap.
Reluctantly, you let her turn you around. Now, you had your back to her.
You gasped when you realised why she’d done this - you were sitting right in front of her bedroom mirror.
“Please,” you said. “I don’t want to.”
She held your head tight, forcing you to look at yourself.
“No. I want you to look at my girlfriend. I want you to understand why I’m crazy about her. I want you to watch her fall apart.”
Then, one arm wrapped possessively over your collarbone, Karina fingered you in the mirror. Everything about it embarrassed you - the rough movements of her fingers on your clit, the way your legs shook in pleasure, the fact that she was little more than a shadow behind you, still in her black leather jacket.
When she plunged her fingers inside you, the cold metal of her rings nearly made you come on the spot.
Overcome by pleasure, you tried to close your eyes, but she yanked her fingers out.
“Watch or it doesn’t happen,” Karina said.
You nodded, and started to enjoy the view, transfixed by the veins in her hands, the scratch of her long red fingernails as they moved in you.
Eventually, the sight, the feeling, was too much.
“Please,” you breathed. “A little more. I’m - nearly there.”
“Good.” Karina dragged her fingers out of you, leaving you empty. She eyed your glistening slick.
“Wait. Don’t stop. What are you doing?”
Karina laughed in her teasing way. “You thought it would be that easy? Wow, Y/n. You have a lot to learn about me. Now get up.”
You stumbled to your feet, your pussy pulsing with need. You felt so exposed in the cold air of her bedroom. You wished you could see your girlfriend’s beautiful body bare.
She ran one hand down your bare back, then squeezed your butt.
“Bend over,” she said into your ear.
You leaned down, gripping onto the chair for support. You saw her turn away from you in the mirror. What was next?
In the mirror, you watched her quickly strip off her jeans, top, and underwear till she was naked, then reach inside her bedside table.
When she turned around, you saw what she’d put on. It was a strap - but not just any strap. You recognised it as the one she only used for ‘punishments’. It was dark blue, curved, and wickedly long.
The sight of Karina standing there in the mirror took your breath away. Her dark hair brushed the proud, sharp angle of her shoulders. Her breasts were finally bare under your gaze, a soft swell of creamy flesh that ended in dark brown nipples. Her long, soft stomach made your throat dry. Your eyes ran up her muscular thighs, freezing at the frightening instrument of pleasure gracing her wide hips.
Karina only let you look at her for a moment - then it was clear that prep time was up.
Gripping the strap, Karina pushed you down against the rickety chair.
Her hand rested on the back of your neck. If you weren’t so needy, you would smile at the way your girlfriend always needed to be gripping your body, to show everyone you belonged to her. Maybe she did care about you as much as she said.
Without any warning, she pushed inside you. The sting was immediate, and you almost thought it would hurt until the pleasure took over.
Then Karina began thrusting into you, soft, surprisingly girlish moans leaving her throat as she grinded her clit into the strap.
As Karina pounded you, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm, she whispered about how beautiful you looked in the mirror, how you were the only girl she would ever want, how even you couldn’t be stupid enough not to see that.
You accepted her praise and insults in equal measure, desperate for your girlfriend to keep giving you what you wanted a little longer.
Karina hand moved over your clit in rough, almost painful circles.
“Yes-” you breathed. “Yes.”
Finally, Karina let you have what you wanted.
She thrust into you once more, hard, and you came all over her strap, nearly collapsing on the hard wooden chair, catching the sight of your face twisted in ecstasy in the mirror.
Karina pulled the strap out of you, and you caught a flash of her teeth in the mirror. She was smiling victoriously, her eyes dark and moist with excitement, her face full of colour, her cropped hair a chaotic mess over her face.
You untied the strap from her hips and hugged her, tight, burying your face in the soft flesh of her chest. You sucked kisses into her collarbones, biting the skin to mark her. “You didn’t even come,” you mumbled.
“But did I prove it to you?” she said, her voice husky with pleasure. “Do you believe that I’d do anything for you? That just looking at you like that is enough?”
“Hmm… maybe not,” you said. “I might need to be convinced again.”
Karina hugged you tight to her body. “Silly little girl. I’ll prove it to you, then.”
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Summary: When your girlfriend finds out your dirty secret, she wants you even more.
Genre: smut, mafia AU, female reader
Word count: <1k
When you saw yourself in your hallway mirror, you were so grateful you'd told your girlfriend not to come over tonight.
You hair was a mess, your clothes were flecked with dirt and blood, and you were holding your gun. You looked like what you were. A mafia boss.
“Baby?” You heard a voice from the living room.
You froze. It was her.
Karina was stretched out on the couch. She was in her usual pyjamas: a tight black tank top, and baggy black sweatpants. Her hair fell in a long, silky curtain. A sliver of caramel skin showed at her stomach, revealing a glint of diamond.
Oh no. She wasn’t meant to see you like this. She knew you worked in the mafia, but it was more… theoretical. You stuffed your gun in the back of your jeans.
“Hey babe,” you said. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight.”
She pouted, pushing off the couch and padding towards you. “I know. Can’t I see my girlfriend once in a while?”
“Yes, it’s just… been a long day,” you stuttered.
Karina stopped when she was right in front of you. She ran her hands down your waist, under your T-shirt, and hooked her fingers in your jeans. When she pressed a soft kiss to your throat, your head went foggy. You forgot all about the gun you were hiding.
“What is it? Aren’t you happy to see me?” she murmured, kissing along your jaw, and finally, your lips. She was cool and tasted of jasmine.
You sighed in response.
That was when her fingers closed over the gun. She whisked it out of your waistband, and clutched it to her chest.
“Hey,” you said. “Give that back. It’s dangerous.”
Karina skipped out of your grasp, nuzzling against your gun and pressing teasing kisses to it. “So this is all you care about. Your weapons and your killing.”
“I care about you. Just give it here.”
Like she was just stretching, she moved her arms out and pointed the gun at you.
Your pulse jumped on instinct. She had no idea how to use it, but it was a killing weapon either way.
“Naughty girl,” she said, her face utterly serious. “Why won’t you tell anyone about me? Why do you sneak me out of here at 3am? Why don’t you tell me about your job?”
“Look. We can talk about this-”
“I should shoot you,” she said, jutting her chin out defiantly. “You deserve it.”
She clicked off the safety. You were stunned.
“I do know how to use a gun,” she said, still serious. “I’m not as dumb as you think.”
Before you could reply, she was stepping towards you. She was a natural. Her posture was flawless. The muscles of her lean arms rippled under the weapon’s weight. Her brown doe eyes were nearly crossed as she focused on you.
“Get on your knees,” she said, not moving her aim.
You sank down, not knowing how far she would take this. She tugged down her sweatpants with one hand, leaving only her lacy white underwear, spotted with wetness. Dark curls peeked out the edges of the thin fabric. A tiny white bow topped it all.
“Now eat it or there’ll be trouble.”
You chuckled, half in fear, half in admiration. You were soaking your underwear already. “Damn. You should enter my line of work,” you said, voice low.
You twisted your fingers in her underwear and tugged it down quickly. Then you pressed a soft kiss to her heat. She shuddered, still holding the gun with both hands.
You made quick work of eating Karina's pussy. After all, you were possibly eating for your life. You stroked her soft legs, kitten licking all over her. When her breaths got shakier, her thighs squeezing your face, you knew you were doing the right thing. You got hazy from the sour taste of her.
When her underwear was getting in the way, you tore it in half, making her tut. “You better buy me a new pair,” she whispered. Still, you could tell she didn’t care because she was already close.
You pushed her against the wall and she wrapped her knees over your shoulders, grinding needily into your face as she chased her high. Her heels dug into your back. You forgot all about the strange situation, the gun. You focused on pleasuring your girlfriend until her orgasm finally hit her.
A light shiver was the only sign. She moaned softly, twice, then kicked you off her with surprisingly strong feet.
She pulled up her sweatpants and tucked the gun into the back.
“Keep them off,” you groaned, sitting on the floor. “It’s my turn now.”
“Hmm…” she said, frothing her hair in the mirror, “I don’t think so.”
You heard the front door open, and saw that somehow she’d hidden a coat, a duffel bag, and her shoes. She pulled these out now.
“Wait. Karina. Where are you going?” you said, still in a post-sex daze.
“You say you love me… but it’s not enough. I deserve more than this. Goodbye, Y/n.”
Then, with one last wry smile, Karina walked out and shut the door behind her.
It was several minutes before you realised she’d taken your gun with her. You were still sitting on the floor, your face and clothes a mess, trying to process the fact that Karina had just dumped you.
You were a mafia boss, but it meant nothing.
Karina had moved on from you, and there was no amount of violence that could bring her back.
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