˓ ㅤ 𔕛 KIKINKTOBER 2025 : Caught Masturbating
Paring : Gu Rong x Fem!Reader
C/W : pwp / age gab / caught masturbating / gagging / smut / size difference / mirror sex / piercings / dirty talk / breastplaying / cum inflation / dumbification / coworkers to lovers.
The world outside faded to nothing as he moved over you, every inch of Gu Rong’s broad, powerful body looming above yours like a promise.
You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress—every muscle taut with the force of his need.
“You’re mine,” he rasped again, but this time, it was more than a command—it was a vow.
His lips brushed your temple, a rare, fleeting softness that made your heart stutter before he sank his teeth into the tender skin, marking you as his.
Your body arched beneath him, caught between the sweetness of that gentle kiss and the raw force of his thrusts.
Every time he pushed in, it felt like he was branding you from the inside out—like each thick inch of him carved a piece of himself into your soul. You clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into hard muscle as your eyes met his in the mirror.
He looked at you like you were the only thing in the world—like the sight of you spread open and needy was the only truth that mattered.
His pupils were blown wide, swallowing the darkness of his eyes until they were nothing but hunger and heat, and when he spoke, his voice cracked around the words.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, his brow furrowing with the intensity of his pleasure. “So fucking perfect around me—like you were made for me.”
Your breath hitched at the raw need in his voice, tears of bliss welling in your eyes as he fucked you harder.
The wet slap of skin on skin was obscene, but the way he watched you—like he was worshipping every gasp, every tremor of your thighs—made your heart ache with something deeper than lust.
“Gu Rong—” you gasped, voice breaking on his name.
You couldn’t find the words to say what you felt—that you were his, body and soul; that every thrust drove you closer to an edge you’d never known before.
But he seemed to hear it anyway—his mouth curved into a dark, tender smile as he leaned in close, his forehead pressing to yours.
“I know,” he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper.
“I know, Princess. You’re mine… and I’m yours.”
His hand slid down to your belly, pressing over the swell where his cock filled you so deeply.
“Look at you,” he said, almost reverent as he watched the way your body took him, the way your breasts bounced with every snap of his hips.
“You’re so beautiful like this… so perfect for me.”
The praise sent a shiver down your spine, your body clenching tight around him as you keened his name again.
He drank in every sound, every broken plea, his own breath ragged as he fought for control.
“Can you feel how much I want you?” he whispered, his lips brushing your cheek.
“Every time I’m inside you—every time you take me so deep—I can’t think of anything but filling you up… making you mine.”
The words pushed you higher, your pleasure cresting with every thrust. You could feel his need in every inch of his body—the way his hands trembled as they gripped your hips, the way his jaw clenched tight with the force of his own desire.
His cock throbbed inside you, each pulse a promise that he was close, so close— “Please,” you gasped, your voice a broken sob.
“Please, Gu Rong—cum inside me… want to feel it, want to be yours—”
A low snarl tore from his throat, his grip tightening on your hips as he buried himself to the hilt.
“You want it?” he growled, his voice cracking. “Want me to fill you up? To breed you so full of me you can’t think, Princess?”
“Yes—” you sobbed, your whole body shuddering with the force of your need.
His thrusts grew ragged, every stroke driving you closer to the edge until your vision blurred with tears.
You felt it building inside him—felt the way his cock swelled, the way his breath stuttered as he pressed his forehead to yours, his mouth moving against your skin in a litany of curses and praise.
“Take it,” he snarled, his voice breaking as he spilled into you. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded your womb, each pulse a brand of his possession that left you gasping.
“Take every drop… you’re mine—mine—”
You cried out his name, your body locking around him as your own climax crashed over you.
You could feel him, so deep inside—filling you up until you were stretched and swollen, every inch of you claimed by him.
The mirror captured it all—your dazed, bliss-drunk smile; the way his broad body covered yours, every line of his muscles taut with the effort of holding you both together.
His hands cradled your face as he kissed you, slow and reverent now, his lips tasting of sweat and salt and everything that was only the two of you.
“You’re mine,” he whispered again, softer this time, like a promise that he would never stop saying it.
And in that moment, with his heat filling you and his eyes locked on yours, you knew it was the only truth that mattered.
His breath was still ragged against your skin, each exhale a warm caress that sent shivers across your sweat-slicked flesh.
Gu Rong held you pinned beneath him, the weight of his powerful frame a constant reminder of the raw, primal bond that now tethered you to him.
His lips moved softly along your jaw, tasting the salt of your skin, each press of his mouth a tender echo of the ferocity he’d just unleashed.
The world outside those four walls didn’t exist; there was only the two of you and the slick heat that pulsed between your thighs, the slow, obscene drip of his cum still leaking from your swollen pussy.
You could feel every slow grind of his hips as he stayed buried deep, savoring the wet heat of your cunt, the way your body trembled around him with every breath.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent another flush of need rushing through you.
His hand slid up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing tenderly over your kiss-swollen lips.
“Look at you… still so wet for me… so full.”
“My princess so whore for me.”
You whimpered at his words, your hands clinging to his broad shoulders. His cock was still thick inside you, and every tiny shift of his hips made your breath catch, your body shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure.
You could feel it—how he filled every inch of you, how your womb felt stretched and heavy with his seed.
“Gu Rong…” you whispered, your voice hoarse, your mind hazy with the sweet fog of being so thoroughly claimed.
“I need you… I still need you…”
A wicked smile curved his lips, his dark eyes glinting as he pulled back just enough to watch your face in the mirror again.
“So greedy,” he purred, his fingers trailing down to circle your sensitive clit in slow, deliberate strokes.
“Did I fuck you that dumb, princess? You want more?”
You nodded frantically, your breath coming in broken gasps as he played with your swollen bud.
The tender circles of his thumb sent jolts of pleasure shooting through you, your hips rocking up in a desperate attempt to chase that heat.
Your mind was a blur, every thought melting into the liquid heat pooling in your belly.
“You’re mine to ruin,” he growled, leaning in to nip at your earlobe, his breath hot against your neck.
“And I’m not done with you yet.”
He pulled back slowly, the drag of his thick cock slipping from your soaked cunt making you moan—a sound that turned into a whimper of need as he teased your entrance, smearing the mess of his cum across your folds.
“You’re going to watch me fuck you again,” he ordered, his voice hard and commanding.
“I want you to see how I use this perfect little hole… how you take me so well even when you’re already so full.”
Your eyes met his in the mirror, and the look of dark, possessive hunger there made your core clench, your thighs trembling.
“Yes,” you gasped, your voice nothing but a breathless plea.
“Please, Gu Rong… fuck me again… I want it—I want all of you.”
He didn’t hesitate. With a slow, deliberate push, he sank back into your soaked heat, every thick inch stretching you open until you were gasping, your mouth falling open in a silent cry.
The slick, wet sounds filled the room, the messy squelch of his cum and your juices mingling as he bottomed out inside you once more.
“Fuck—” he snarled, his head dropping to your shoulder as he took a moment to just feel.
“You’re so fucking tight… so perfect for me.”
Your body arched up to meet him, your hands scrabbling at the sheets as he began to move—slow at first, dragging out the thick stretch of each thrust so you could feel every ridge, every vein.
Your eyes fluttered shut, but he growled a warning.
“Eyes open,” he snapped, one hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to watch in the mirror.
“I want you to see how beautiful you look like this—how you take my cock so well, even when you’re dripping with me.”
Your eyes locked on the reflection—on the way his broad chest glistened with sweat, the way his powerful arms framed your body, his hips rolling in a slow, relentless rhythm that had you whimpering for more.
You could see your breasts bouncing with each thrust, the silver piercings catching the firelight, your lips parted in a dazed, needy smile.
“Please…” you whimpered, the words barely coherent as he fucked you deeper. “Please, Gu Rong… I need—”
“I know,” he soothed, his voice a dark promise. “I know my little princess’s command well.”
He shifted his angle, and the new angle had him slamming into that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes. Your body jolted with every thrust, your toes curling as you felt yourself slipping further into that sweet, mindless pleasure.
“Look at how you melt for me,” he rasped, his pace quickening, every thrust now a deliberate, punishing snap of his hips.
“Look at how your pretty little cunt swallows me whole—like you were made to be filled by me.”
Your thoughts were nothing but static, your breath coming in ragged sobs as he fucked you harder, faster.
The mirror was a blur of motion—your body shaking with each thrust, your mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as he used you like his own personal toy.
“Gonna cum again,” he growled, his hand slipping between your bodies to circle your clit with ruthless precision.
“You’re going to cum on my cock again, and then I’m going to fill you up all over again—make you so full you can’t think.”
“Yes—yes, please, Gu Rong—” you sobbed, your nails biting into his shoulders as your release built and built, that tight coil of pleasure threatening to snap.
“That’s it,” he snarled, his own breath ragged, his pace growing frantic as he chased his own pleasure.
“Cum for me, little one—cum around my cock and show me who you belong to.”
And you did—your orgasm tearing through you like lightning, your whole body locking around him as you cried out his name, tears spilling down your cheeks.
You could feel him following you over the edge, his cock pulsing inside you as he filled you again, the heat of his release flooding your womb until you were so full you could feel it with every heartbeat.
“Mine,” he groaned, his voice breaking as he buried himself to the hilt one last time.
You collapsed beneath him, your body shaking, your mind blank with bliss. He didn’t pull away, his cock still buried deep inside you, his arms wrapped around you like he would never let you go.
And in the mirror, you saw it all—saw the way he held you, the way he pressed his forehead to yours, his lips brushing your hair in a soft, reverent kiss.
“You’re everything,” he whispered, his voice a hoarse confession against your skin.
“Everything I never knew I needed.”
And in that perfect, breathless moment, you knew he was yours too—every inch, every heartbeat, every dark, devoted promise in his molten eyes.
The air was thick with sweat and the heady scent of your joined bodies, the heat between you only growing as Gu Rong shifted his grip.
His hands were rough on your hips, fingers digging deep enough to bruise as he held you in place, his chest heaving with every breath.
Even in the slow aftermath, his hunger hadn’t dimmed—if anything, it had only grown sharper, more possessive.
“You’re not done,” he growled against your throat, his voice low and ragged. “I’m not done with you.”
You whimpered at his words, your cunt already tender and swollen, every nerve alight with the echo of your last climax.
But the way he spoke—like he needed you as much as you needed him—sent another hot pulse of want through your veins.
Your body was trembling, your limbs weak, but you couldn’t stop yourself from arching into his touch, your own need as raw and aching as his.
“Gu Rong—” you breathed, the name falling from your lips like a prayer. “Please… do whatever you want with me—”
He snarled at that, his teeth scraping across your jaw as he pulled out of you, the slick heat of his cum and your own arousal dripping down your thighs in a lewd, messy trail.
You gasped at the sudden emptiness, but he didn’t give you a chance to complain—he manhandled you onto your stomach, pushing your face into the pillow as he spread your legs wide.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, his voice a low, dangerous purr.
You could hear the faint clink of metal as he pushed his robes aside, his cock still hard and glistening in the low light.
“I want to see you take it again—want to see how well you can handle being fucked stupid.”
A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice—so calm, so controlled, and yet dripping with barely leashed violence.
You whimpered into the pillow, your hands clutching the sheets as he lined himself up with your slick entrance once more.
“Such a good little whore,” he rasped, his broad hands gripping your hips so tight you knew there’d be bruises in the morning.
From princess to some kind of whore.
“So fucking eager to be used.”
The first thrust was brutal—a single, hard snap of his hips that drove him deep, the stretch of his thick cock sending a sharp, electric jolt of pleasure-pain through you.
You cried out, your back arching as he fucked into you without pause, each thrust slamming you forward against the bed.
“Gu Rong—fuck—” you sobbed, your voice muffled in the pillow.
But he didn’t slow down, his breath hot and ragged as he watched the way your body took him—every inch, every thick, punishing stroke.
“You can take it,” he snarled, one hand sliding up to wrap around the back of your neck, pinning you down as he fucked you harder.
“You love this, don’t you? Being split open on my cock—being filled up again and again until you can’t think of anything else.”
You could only moan in response, the words lost in the haze of pleasure that blurred the edges of your vision.
Every slap of his hips against your ass sent another hot wave of need spiraling through you, the filthy, wet sounds of your bodies joining filling the room.
He shifted his angle, each thrust now slamming into that sweet, tender spot inside you that made your toes curl and your breath hitch.
The sudden, overwhelming pleasure made your mind go white, your body clenching around him as you felt another orgasm building, fast and unstoppable.
“Gu Rong—please—” you gasped, your voice hoarse and wrecked. “I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna—”
“Cum for me,” he growled, his pace quickening, his hand tightening around your neck just enough to make your head swim.
“Cum all over my cock and show me how much you fucking need it.”
The world went black at the edges as you came, your vision going white-hot as your body convulsed around him, your cunt milking his cock in tight, desperate pulses.
Your scream was muffled in the pillow, your whole body shuddering as he fucked you through it, every thrust deep and merciless.
“My princess,” he panted, his own breath ragged as he felt you clamp down around him.
“So fucking tight… so perfect for me.”
He didn’t slow down—if anything, he fucked you harder, the force of his thrusts sending the headboard slamming against the wall.
You were sobbing now, the pleasure almost too much, every nerve in your body lit up and crackling with heat.
“Gonna fill you again,” he snarled, his hips slamming into you with punishing force.
“Gonna breed this tight little cunt until you can’t take anymore—until you’re dripping with me for days.”
“Yes—yes, please,” you sobbed, your body trembling as he fucked you into the mattress.
“Fill me up, Gu Rong—make me yours—”
With a final, savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock swelling as he spilled into you again—hot and thick and so much that you felt it spill out around him, the mess dripping down your thighs and soaking the sheets beneath you.
He held you there, pinned beneath him, his chest pressed to your back as he groaned into your ear.
“Mine,” he breathed, the word a low, fervent growl. “My princess, My whore.”
You lay there panting, your body shaking, your mind nothing but a haze of bliss and exhaustion.
But even then—spent and aching and filled to the brim—you knew he wasn’t done.
His hands were still tight on your hips, his cock still hard inside you, and when he pulled back just enough to watch his cum spill from your swollen pussy, he let out a low, hungry sound.
“Again,” he growled, and your heart raced with anticipation, your breath catching as he slammed back into you without mercy.
And you took it—every thrust, every filthy word, every rough, possessive touch—because you were his,
and he was yours, and in that endless, breathless moment, nothing else mattered.
dividers : @uzmacchiato @cafekitsune
