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Weekly Update 7/13-7/19
Slight update: because it's only been 12-14 minutes, and I was already considering her, and someone happened to mention it, I will be adding Rei to the poll. Please vote again
Original update: Hello everyone! I hope you are having a good day/evening/night. This week will be a threesome with Babymonster Asa and one other idol. I will give you the choice because I have been between these options for a little bit. For some slight information for you to base this off of, it will be part of the Tinkerbell AU.
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Snippets with Sakura: Boredom, Part 2
male reader x Miyawaki Sakura
~3.6k words
A Sequel to Boredom.
A/N: Pinkkura continues to cause irreparable damage to me, and the concert clips certainly did not help.
Fanprose link here.
Enjoy.
“Hey, hun?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I’m bored.”
Well, isn’t this a case of deja vu.
You’re pointing out the fact that Sakura just got home, not looking away from the monitor in front of you, fingers tapping away rapidly at your keyboard. “And I thought you were finishing up that hat?”
“I would’ve, but I didn’t get to run by the store for some yarn earlier,” she says, moving to sit down on the bed behind you. “Wanted to change up the last bit of it with a different color.”
“Want me to drive you?” You dying in game gets you the opportunity to pause it, spinning your chair around to face her. “We could stop by somewhere for dinner and–” You pause, breath taken away from what you’re witnessing. “Whoa.”
Sakura plays with a few strands of her hair. “You like?”
You’re blinking, a loss of words and idiotically staring dumbfounded at her. “Like?” you repeat, staring at her twirl pink in her fingers. “I love.” Ignore the fact that what she has on can be considered black lace bra on black lace top damage to your brain, pink hair has never suited her more. “I thought you weren’t gonna redye it?”
“I changed my mind. The color was lightening up–” she explains, leaning back and propping herself up with her hands. “And I think it suits me.” She does this cute head tilt, nerdy smirk combo that gets you internally swooning your heart off seeing it. “Don’t you think?”
“Think the color’s made for you, sweetheart.” The smirk softens to a shy smile.
“You don’t have to flatter me that hard, honey.” A hair tuck in between, eyes turning to crescents with that grin you love gracing her features.
“What, I can’t tell my sweet, adorable girlfriend is beautiful?” you tease, sliding your chair forward and closer towards her. You use the bed as a stopper, and you end up right next to Sakura, your arm reaching out to play with her hair yourself, caressing her locks before squeezing her cheek gently. “My cute, pookie bear of a girlfriend–”
“Stop!” She swats your hand away with a giggle, and yet she inches closer to you, the sweet citrus scent of her perfume invading your sense of smell, a furthering of causation for you to fall all the more deeper into her intoxicating allure. “You’re so–” She shakes her head, finger jabbing you in the rib with a faux sound of exasperation.
“Lovable?” You cup her cheeks with one hand and squish her face.
“Annoying.” She rolls her eyes at you, letting out a smile when you squeeze her cheeks like a cute little stress ball. “Go back to your game, you annoying little shit.”
“And here I thought you were bored,” you tease, raising an eyebrow with yet another squash of her cheeks.
“I am bored,” she answers. “But it’s not like I got anything better to do.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, doofus.” She pushes you away, hard enough that it sends your chair sliding backward back to your desk. “Go play, I’ll be here.”
You glance back at Sakura, who decides to get comfortable at the bed. “You sure you can see that far?”
She answers with a wave, telling you that the monitor’s big enough for her to watch; cinematic moves, parrying, dying and all when she lets out a laugh after a few minutes of you fighting the boss and losing.
“It can’t be that hard, hun,” she says, the fight restarting from the beginning for the fifth (or was it sixth?) time. “Can’t you dodge instead?”
“Dodging is for pussies.” You take a breath, the screen turning to black as it loads the fight again.
Sakura giggles, hearing her say that dodging is for the ‘smart people’ as she stares at another sequence of you trying to parry the boss play out. “We might need a tip jar for the amount of times that girl tells you to parry it.”
“I am parrying it, sweetheart.” Cue yet another death screen.
You click on restart. “Not well enough, honey.”
“You try playing it and see what happens,” you retort, doing what you’ve considered the optimal (it wasn’t, and that’s why you kept on dying when you found out) first turn to get the most damage on the boss.
You hear her shuffle around the bed. “I’m good.” Dull, quiet thumps of her feet hitting the carpet follow and Sakura appears right next to you, leaning against your chair to take a closer look at watching you fail to beat this stupidly shitty boss. “Keep going, it’s fun to see you rage.”
Let out a calming sigh, take another whiff of her perfume to recenter yourself, and you lean forward.
That’s the thing with Sakura. She doesn’t need to say or do anything to get you motivated. Her existence alone gets you feeling like you can climb Mount Everest without all the fancy gear from top to bottom in a day. Of course that’s delusion speaking, but man can do many things when the love of his life is cheering him on by his side.
Considerably easily too, when your eyes are being drawn away from the game and into the black hole of a chest that she has. Her fault, you reason, when she decides to do the ever so simple action of leaning into the monitor and having her tits almost shoved into the side of your face (not that you’re complaining, that’s heaven wrapped in lace and Sakura’s embrace) since she wanted a closer look.
More power to her, since you’re getting a closer look at her tits underneath all that black lace. (Have you mentioned how crazily obsessed you are with Sakura’s tits before?)
It throws you off your game completely, the soft, full pair of breasts enclosed under layers of dark fabric luring you in, your attention moving away from the game and onto her chest. Which, can you really blame yourself when it’s right there, a breath’s length away from your mouth.
Causes you to lose again, though the rage is gone, replaced with this hyperfixation on her. The deep pull that her tits are causing irreparable damage to the way you think, and you would love nothing more than to lean in and rest your face, let out a sigh and smile when the cushions of her chest pillow on your face.
Christ, you should start a religion dedicated to them.
That all goes out the window when Sakura asks you something about the game, and you’re stuttering out an answer. Random things about the boss come out of your lips, why you’re fighting it, what’s the whole reason with this party in particular to use against the boss, some other random bullshit fact about the game—and while she leans back against the desk and listens with the soft, lovable look on her face, she’s also seeing through all your words with a follow up:
“You do know I was asking about why you’re using the keyboard and not the controller, right?”
The blank look on your face once the fact that you missed her question entirely registers results in a teasing smile to form on her face, finger tapping your nose; fingers wrapping around your cheeks to squeeze softly. “Distracted again?”
“A girl rubs her tits on a guy’s face, anyone would be,” you say, shrugging your shoulders. Your reply makes her scoff, the smile turning into a grin as a finger hooks on the neckline of her top, giving it a tug.
“What, you wanna play with these again?” She makes an effort to pull it down, exposing the black lace underneath (trust yourself when you say that it’s a completely fucked up thing to do when you’re already so down bad for this woman) and you can’t help yourself from ogling.
Her chest has its own gravitational pull, you swear.
“If you’re offering,” you start, scooting yourself over with the chair to sit in front of her. “I’m not saying no.”
She hums, biting her lip to stop the excitement from bleeding through her features. It doesn’t work, of course, seeing her fingers play with the hem of her top. “What about your game?” She makes this innocent little glance back to your monitor, until her gaze turns back to you with this smoldering heat.
“Sweetheart, do you really want me to keep playing?” Your hands rest on the waistband of her pants.
“Well–” Sakura drags it out, straightening up from the desk. “I am bored.” She takes a few slow steps away from you, hands on her top. Swaying her hips as she plays with the fabric before she pulls them up, that defined line of her back showing bit by bit along with her unworldly waist that your hands are yearning to have a hold of.
Brings it to her chest, up her shoulders, off her body and onto the floor, where her hands come back to that snatched waist, feeling herself up; running them through her skin, going higher to the straps of her bra. Pulling them up, letting a strap fall down her shoulder, head turning to hit you with a look that screamed for you to take her—add to that her hips swinging around and for the love of everything unholy you are going to get on your knees just to beg for her to turn around.
And when she does—fuck, when she did you gained tunnel vision, fixated on the one final layer of lace that would ascend you to Elysium. You’re salivating, surely, at this point, and it’s only adding fuel to her flame, her finger letting the strap snap back in place.
Sakura’s asking you so much with so little done; lips curling into a smirk here, a brow raising there, her arm wrapping around her chest to give it a little push and her chest gets fucking bigger and all you can think of is your need to worship her lips, her skin, her tits—
The straps loosen on her collarbone, and the only thing that’s keeping it on her body is her forearm, and an idea; one that will get you on your knees.
“What do you say, hun?” She keeps a hand on the lace while she lets the straps come off her arms, and her teeth biting down her bottom lip does nothing to stop the exhilaration on her face.
“Come play with me?”
Walking backward, a finger on the strap replaces the hand keeping the lace up, baring her soft, large tits to you and your mind comes to the one rational thought that you can properly articulate:
God bless this woman.
You get up as soon as her feet hit the edge of the bed, and you’re on her just as the lace falls down to the ground. Her giggles as she gets tackled on the mattress is music to your ears, and you manage to say the words that will never stop being a fact.
“God, I love you.”
“I know, hun,” she says, hands cupping your cheeks. “You say it all the time.”
“And I’m never gonna stop saying it.” You’ve leaned forward, lips pressing against hers with all the devotion and desire you have for this woman, and she responds in kind.
There isn’t a need for her to say those words back, not when you know in your heart that she feels the same. Her actions dictate them instead, hands on your shirt, tugging away at the cloth.
You pull away only when the necessity arises—when the need to breathe comes, your shirt needing to come off, looking down to unbutton her pants. And when you sadly have to, your peppering kisses everywhere you can on her.
Peck her cheeks, mark her neck, nibble her earlobe. It’s a siren song of breathy moans and cute little whines sent straight into your ears, and you do everything in your power to hear more.
“Here–” Sakura grabs a hold of your hair, directing you to where she wants you to be. Your enthusiasm betrays you, the objects of your obsession served to you on a silver platter as you latch on to a tit, sucking eagerly. “That’s it, hun–”
You're biting down on her nub, eliciting a gasp from her, hands cradling you closer to her bosom; free hand continuing to pull down her pants, her legs helping you tug them down and off her, black silk the only thing left on her body, your fingertips running up her legs, thighs, waist, breast.
Give her other nub the same devotion—kissing it lovingly, play with the hard, pink pebble with your fingers and give it a pinch before coming down to kiss the pillowy flesh, revering them with muted groans that vibrate into her chest, and Sakura is enjoying every single second of it.
Hearing the cute whines that she makes, loving your mouth all over her body, her breathy pleadings of more, yes honey, please; that sweet, filthy version of her I love you’s when Sakura keeps you close to whisper them in your ear as you nibble on her teat.
It has you throbbing under your shorts as you grow messier, her breasts end up lathered in your spit, marks, and love when your mouth comes out to meet hers, the giggles that come out of her making you inch away with a smile. “What?”
“This isn’t what I had in mind when I asked to play,” she teases, resting her hands on your shoulders.
“And what did you have in mind?” Fingers come down to your chest.
“Oh, you know–” Gives you a push, and you’re giving way for her to straddle you, and Sakura is a marvel to gawk at—the smirk adorning her face along with the pink hair that fits her oh so perfectly, her tits red and raw from your efforts, waist that mold to your hands like it was made for you.
And she wonders why you keep reminding her of the fact that you’re head over heels for her.
“Was hoping we could do this instead.” She turns around, back facing you, jutting her ass wrapped in black panties, and as much as you are utterly addicted to her chest, her ass is a thing of beauty in of itself. “Might even get you to shut up.”
She’s shaking it inches away from your face, and you’re licking your lips (getting ready to eat her out and to hold yourself back, of course). “What, don’t want me to tell you that I love your ass?”
“I know you love it.” Her fingers make quick work of your shorts, and you're throbbing in her hands, leaking when she lazily pumps you. “Why do you think I’m asking you to eat it?”
“God.” That alone gets you pulsing around her hand, fingers inches to take her panties off already. You’re reaching up, running your hands over her ass, giving each cheek a squeeze. “What would I do without you, sweetheart?”
Her head turns around to face you, tongue sticking out teasingly. “Jerking it off by yourself?”
You let out a chuckle, playfully smacking her ass. “Ha, ha.” You rub the spot where your palm hit, leaning in to peck the red mark. “You’d be doing it by yourself if I wasn’t here either.”
“Guess I’m lucky I have you, don’t I?” Sakura giggles, blowing you a kiss before she heads back down. Feeling her hot breath on your length, your fingers hook into the lace and pull it aside, her pussy glistening and looking positively enticing to shove your face into.
“Think I’m the lucky one,” you mutter, thumb spreading her ass apart, admiring the way her folds open up. You take hold of her hips, pulling them back towards your face and your tongue gets its first delicious taste of her cunt just as her mouth envelops your cock.
And she tastes as mind blowing as she looks, tongue enjoying every single second it’s in contact with her pussy. Fingers digging in her cheeks to spread them apart to savor all of her, and she’s pushing back against you, even as she bobs up and down your shaft.
It’s making you both groan, both so preoccupied with each other that the noise only adds to your enthusiasm. Sakura starts to hit all your weak spots, tongue lapping against your tip, taking it back in her mouth to swirl it around and getting your legs to twitch at the pleasure. Fingers stroke your length, and the little hum she makes around you starts to make you lose control.
You’re reigning it back in, wanting to stay in her ass as much as you could, so you increase your fervor; tongue pressing flat against her slit, licking upward until you press into her, pushing yourself in her wet cunt.
There’s a long, drawn out moan that Sakura lets out when you do, getting her to pop off of you, a hand to stroke you replacing her mouth as she whimpers. “Hun–”
You don’t understand a single bit of what the hell she’s trying to tell you, your need to drink up more of her nectar. A hand comes underneath to press against her clit, and she’s cursing in the air when the gentlest of pressures start to meet that little nub.
“Oh, fuck–” Sakura’s back on you with a vigor that would’ve gotten you on your knees with how her lips are sealed tight around your cock, the pressure getting the hold you have on her hips to grow firmer.
It’s a competition, at this point, to see who can get each other off first. And you’re matching her tempo; frigging her clit, kneading that ass of hers in your fingers while you drink in all the drip that comes into contact with your tongue.
She’s grinding her ass against your face, taking you deep in her mouth and staying there until she gags, pulling away to trace your length down while she pumps. “Close?”
You pull back. “Are you saying or asking?” She doesn’t need an answer, when it was already throbbing in her hands.
“Mostly asking.” She gives your tip a sloppy kiss, tongue teasing the slit and making you hiss. “Maybe a little bit of saying.”
You don’t believe it for a second, seeing as she’s leaking all over you, thumb playing with her folds. You hum your disapproval, squeezing an asscheek. “Doesn’t look like it to me over here.”
“Yeah?” Her fingers tease all over your dick, nails raking gently around your thighs, coming to cup your balls. “Better get back and finish the job, hun.” She wiggles her ass, and that’s all you need to see for your mouth to press back against her cunt, pushing a finger inside her, and she’s so wet it gets you adding another one to fuck her with.
Your head is dizzy from everything she has; the divine taste of her juices, the soft press of her ass against your cheeks, that damnable mouth of hers sloppily making out with your cock.
Holding it in no longer becomes an option, and you’re losing yourself in the fog of it, desire and need and Sakura the only thing that you can comprehend. Her name comes out of your mouth like a prayer, fingers pumping into her faster, tongue finding her clit as your thumb starts circling her tight, little hole.
“Oh my god–” You know it’s a weakness of Sakura’s, playing with her asshole, and her words turn into shrieks when you press inside her pucker, chanting swears as her thighs start to tremble and press against your head. “Fuck, hun, you–”
Her head lolls to the side, her pants tickling your cock as she starts to convulse, thighs suffocating you, her walls clenching around your fingers as she floods your mouth, lapping it all up as you keep going, prolonging that high as long as you can.
Sakura gets you back, hands pumping away aggressively, forcing you to follow her, and all you can do is comply.
“Kkura, I’m–”
It all comes exploding out of you, moaning into her sopping cunt as she takes the first shot of your load into her cheek, hips bucking against her hand. She takes your tip in, taking the rest of your spill into her mouth as you pulse into her warmth.
Her fingers keep pumping away, milking you for everything you’re worth, Sakura’s throat never ceasing to swallow your cum. Bobbing her head leisurely, a content moan at each batch that she receives until you’re all spent.
You’re left leaving kisses all over her thighs as you feel the aftershocks begin to leave you, and when she releases you from her lips, she moves herself to the side, sprawled in the bed.
“That was cheating, you know,” she mutters, head looking up (or was it down?) at you. “Playing with my ass like that.”
“Like you didn’t enjoy it.” You manage, breathing deep, fingers caressing her thighs.
Sakura lets out a chuckle, slapping your leg. “Shut up,” she giggles, her tongue darting out to lick at the rope of white staining her cheek. She moves, shakily managing to move towards you, your arm wrapping around her shoulder when she drapes herself over you.
Her lips meet your chest, her fingers drawing circles as she lets out a pleased sigh. “Love you,” she mumbles, nestling deeper in your hold. “Teach me how to play that game of yours later?”
“Sure, sweetheart.” A laugh seeps through you, letting out a grin and kissing her forehead. The soft smile that graces her features when you do gets your heart melting, her eyes closing shut as she settles in your hug.
“Whatever you want.”
boobies part 2
Snippets with Sakura: Boredom
male reader x Miyawaki Sakura
~3k words
A/N: Jesus fucking Christ I'm BFH'd as fuck.
Fanprose link here.
Enjoy.
“Hey, sweetheart?”
“Yes, hun?”
“I’m bored.”
“I thought you said you were going to beat that one game?”
“I just did.” You flop down on the bed next to her, staring up at the ceiling as she continues her crocheting. “Now I got nothing else to do.”
“Don’t you have games that you have to play?” she asks, focus entirely on the yarn in the hands. “You have like, what, ten games you haven’t played yet since the sale?”
“I’m not in the mood to play ‘em.” You let out a deep sigh, fingers rhythmically tapping at the bedsheets. “I don’t even know why I got them in the first place.”
“That’s what you get for buying them all,” she giggles, glancing at her tablet momentarily, holding up the in-progress-cloth. “Why don’t you play that one game?”
“Which one?” You prop yourself up by the elbow, chin on your hand. Watching her fingers deftly weave the wool, admiring how good she looks. Light makeup, glasses that make her look delectably adorable, your flannel over the white top she has on. You’re not sure if she knows that a hint of the black lace underneath is peeking out, but it’s not like there’s anyone that isn’t you have the privilege to see it right now.
“The one with the big number,” she replies, tilting her head. “All about paintings, from what I remember?”
“Oh, that one.” You’re not going to tell her that you bought that game full price and not on the recent sale. A game on the backlog is a game on the backlog, after all. “Maybe I should pick it up.”
“I heard it won a lot of awards,” she adds, face scrunching up cutely when she inspects her work. “And the story’s got everyone hooked.”
“Maybe you can watch while I play?” You grin, knowing that she’ll be taking the controller from you at some point. Even on the intended difficulty, you knew how hard that game was. Add the fact that Sakura gets extremely competitive on wanting to be the best, and you’ll most likely need to add a few controllers to the cart.
“Later, hun.” She smiles, turning to look at you. “I want to finish this hat for Sana first.”
“But I’m bored,” you whine, pleading with your eyes. Silently begging for her to give you some much needed attention.
“You’re so needy today,” she teases, letting out a little chuckle at your dilemma. “Can’t you play it without me?”
“I can, but I wanna play it with you.” That makes her melt, and her hand reaches out to boop your nose.
“Sweet,” she says, making you smile. “I promise I’ll play it with you later, okay?”
“Fine,” you relent, rolling back down onto the bed. Eyes gazing up on an upside down Sakura, who’s gone back to focusing on the yarn in her hands. “Still bored, by the way.”
“I’m sure there’s something you can do,” she says, her tongue sticking out, struggling at this one part.
Her statement gets you to think. No missed chores that you can pick back up, not in the mood to head to the gym after yesterday’s leg day, don’t want to play without Sakura—
Playing with Sakura is a thought. A fun one, upon giving it much thought. You glance back down to where the hint of her bra is peeking out of that tight top she has on, and even your flannel—as loose as it was on her—can’t hide how busty she is.
You move to sit behind her, arms wrapped around her tiny waist. Pulling her close, her arms come up to face level as she leans back against you. The face she must be making would tell you that she has an inkling of what you have in store to get rid of your boredom.
She’ll still ask what you’re doing. Give you that raise of her brow as she gives you a side eye. Roll her eyes at you when you give her a noncommittal answer, like a shrug and a nonchalant “Just watching you do your thing, sweetheart.”
You let your hands slide underneath her top, feeling the milky smooth skin and the contour of her abs, fingers running through the hard muscle. She lets you, of course; continuing on with completing the beige ‘hat’ that you quite can’t tell how far along it is from being one.
Your chin rests on her shoulder, the view of her deep cleavage from the top gets your fingers feeling frisky, and you gulp at the sight. You distract yourself with a whiff of her shampoo and her body wash wafting through your nostrils. It gets you nuzzling into her neck, lips leaving a peck by her pulse, your breath getting her ticklish and getting her to giggle.
“Stop.” The playful way in her tone along with a small nudge of her elbow against your chest tells you otherwise, and your hands come to join. Touching the spots you know where she’s ticklish, getting your fingers stabbing into them lightly that gets her to reveal the melody of her laugh that never fails to get you to smile.
It gets to a point where the yarn falls down to her lap, her own hands trying to get you to stop your assault on her spots. Every giggle, every laugh—it’s intoxicating, such a beautiful harmony that you could never grow tired of hearing.
Doesn’t help that her thrashing to get you to stop is unintentionally making her ass grind against your pants, her short shorts doing wonders for your cock that’s slowly straining against your pants.
Sakura manages to end it, one way or another. In this case she puts her entire weight on top of you, trapping you between her and the bed. She grabs hold of one of your hands, getting you to stop at least half of your tickle attack. With a quick swivel around, she faces you, her messy hair along with the crooked glasses that you’re surprised managed to stay on her face takes your breath away.
God, you could stare at the visage of her angelic features. A goddess, right in your arms—such irresistible pulchritude that you’re even lucky to breathe so close next to. Combined with the fond look on Sakura's face, the softening look in her eyes, the slight shake of her head that gets her hair framing her face.
And that damned smile that gets you all the time.
“Do you have nothing else to do?” she jokes, straddling you properly, her grip on your hand loosening.
The fingers that are on her waist squeeze gently. “Other than doing you, not really.”
Sakura scoffs, rolling her eyes with a grin. “Needy and horny.” She leans in close, her lips inches away from yours. “Whatever will we do?”
“I was thinking if you can maybe, hopefully—” You raise your hips slightly, making her gasp when your erection is against her shorts. “Possibly help me out?”
“After messing up my hat?” You take the chance to look down at what’s happened with her work. It doesn’t look that bad, though that's what your ignorant brain sees. “I should leave you blue balled for that.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” you say, your free hand resting on her thigh, thumb running circles over the smooth expanse under your palm.
She raises an eyebrow. “You don’t even know how to crochet, hun.”
You reach up to fix the pair of glasses on her face. “I’ll buy you new polaroid film?”
Sakura narrows her eyes, humming thoughtfully. Her answer doesn’t come out quickly, as if she was actually debating on whether she’ll take your offer or not. It comes with a mocking sigh followed by a chaste kiss on your lips. “Deal.” She tilts her head, giving you a smirk. “How does my honey want my help?”
“Well–” you start, already dead set on what you want, running your finger down to give her breast a quick squeeze. “These would be fucking amazing on my face, sweetie.”
Another roll of her eyes. “You and your fascination with my tits,” she comments, shaking her head at your antics.
“Are you complaining?”
“Of course not.” Pulling away to sit upright once more, her legs tuck under into a kneeling position, palms tapping her thighs. “Come on, hun.”
You follow her order, laying your head on her soft thighs while she pulls the flannel down her arms, the buttons of her top becoming undone enough to loosen the fabric and give way for her cleavage. You’re already salivating at the idea of what she’s offering, arm wrapping around her waist to pull yourself closer to her chest.
Your other hand reaches up, parting her shirt in the middle, that lacy black bra of hers an even more thought reducing sight on her than you realize. The exposure has you paralyzed, the one and only action you can do is let out a quiet curse at the fact that you’ll be drooling all over those magnificent tits, followed by—
“I fucking love you so much,” you blurt out, gazing up at Sakura’s smug face, the adoration bleeding through her eyes.
“Love you too, you horny little shit.” The nickname gets you both laughing, and it’s such a stark contrast to what both your hands are doing that it’s a wonder how you two can get into these situations. Hers fishing your cock out of your sweatpants, yours pulling her bra to the side to expose the soft, mouth watering flesh underneath.
Her laughs become breathless once your mouth latches on to the pink little nub of hers, suckling on her teat like a baby. Giving them a little nibble as your other hand reaches up to grab hold of her other breast, wanting to give her as equal attention as you can. And even through all those layers, you’ll never get enough of playing with her chest.
Sakura isn’t idle throughout, spitting down her hand and wrapping her fingers around your length, stroking you languidly. It gets you moaning, your hips bucking up at her hand as your eyes close. The sweetheart that she is, helping prop you up with her palm resting at the back of your head too, making sure that you never leave her soft, warm, delicious embrace.
“You look like a baby,” she giggles, turning to focus her attention to your cock. She thumbs your slit at every stroke upward, brushing against your balls when she reaches the base, her fingers hitting your every weakness like she was getting revenge for your earlier actions. “Take your time, honey. I’m not going anywhere.”
The words only spur you on, getting you to suck harder, grope rougher. You’re in a haze of pleasure, the pink nipple you’re nursing tasting so scrumptious that you wonder how much better it would taste like if milk were to ever come out of her breasts. You can only let out a muffled noise at the concept, biting down on her nub.
Her strokes grow faster on your cock, cooing such dirty provocations watching you lose yourself. The seduction in your ear, whispering how nice and hard you are for her, feeling you throb in her hands. Her giggles are temptation symphonized, words of encouragement coming out of her in droves as you worship her. That’s it, honey, you’re doing so good sucking on my tits.
Feeding you more fantasies at every groan you let out, thrusting into her hand in an attempt to chase your release. Growing desperate in her arms, your hunger grows ravenous as you suck fervently on her bud, with the only thing that gets you to stop was a one, simple possibility that she can turn into reality.
“I bet you want to fuck my tits so bad, don’t you?”
That gets you humming excitedly, head nodding, your eyes finally opening to be greeted with Sakura’s gorgeous face—flushed and warm and grinning down at you. You pull away, and if you could get on your knees to beg, you could. “Fuck, please.”
“Stand up for me.” You scramble, your feet hitting the floor in record time, Sakura sitting in front of you by the edge of the bed. She’s biting her lip at the sight of you positively throbbing, leaking precum because of her. “Already so close?”
“Me and my fascination with your tits.” You’re putty in her hands, jerking you off slowly to keep you wanting more. And more she gives, when she’s taking off her glasses and pulling her shirt off her head to expose her bra.
She makes a show of it, pressing them together to remind you just how deep her cleavage can go, of how big her chest is under all those layers of clothing. Baggy, fit, tight—all that doesn’t matter in the face of genetics.
“Starting to think you love my tits more than me,” she says, taking hold of your cock by the base. She gathers drool in her mouth, letting it trickle down her lips and coating your shaft.
“Kkura, sweetie, you know I love you a lot more than your tits, right?” you begin, hands resting on her shoulders.
“Mhmm.” She’s smirking, enjoying you squirm. “Your point?”
“My point is–” You’re interrupted by the softest sensation in the world wrapping around your cock, your words turning into mush when she slips your cock in between her tits, bra still on to entrap you in the pillowy hold. “Oh for fuck’s sake, can I please fuck the utter shit out of your tits?”
Sakura devilishly chuckles, pressing her tits together, the velvety embrace growing tighter. “Love you too, honey.”
You’re fucked stupid, and you haven’t even started fucking her chest yet. She starts it for you instead, fucking your cock on her breasts with this insufferably slow pace, letting another batch of spit down your cock, pooling into her cleavage. And the pressure is intense, thought shattering, god you need to fuck them—
Your hips thrust up, making your tip peek up her breasts. That alone gets your thighs to tremble at the sensation, and you’re biting your lip in a feeble attempt to delay your fate. “Oh my god.” Another thrust, and that unlocks the flood gates. “I’m never gonna leave your tits alone after this.”
“Not like you weren’t already doing that.” She leans down, pressing her lips against your head when you thrust up a third time, and you can only help yourself with a curse slipping out your lips. “Starting fucking ‘em already, hun.” Another dose of spit falls down your cock. “Or are you all talk?”
The pace you set off the bat is harsh; hands gripping her shoulders firmer as your hips snap upwards. The filthy grin on her face as you watch your cock disappear between her breasts adds to the entire sight. Her hands dig down harder on her tits, the embrace impossibly tight that every thrust has the odds of you cumming down her cleavage.
And Sakura has no say as to when you will. She’s given you the reins, letting you whatever you want to her breasts, looking delighted at the mess you must look like by now. You can barely talk, completely taken over by the need to chase that high, and she knows it.
“Cum for me,” she says, those three words making you growl. Your rhythm goes erratic, and you reach up to hold onto the back of her neck. “Come on, honey. Paint these tits that you love so much.”
“Kkura, fuck–”
“Please?” It’s so innocent, the way she says it. Until the next set of words come out of her mouth, and all you can hear is pure, unadulterated depravity. “Need you to mark me with your cum. Want it so bad, please–”
You come down, taking her lips with your own as your orgasm hits, and your entire body is trembling. Your moans grow muted as the first spurt shoots up her breasts and hits her collarbone. The next few pool in her cleavage, a few strays staining her bra with your seed.
Her tongue plays with yours as you glaze her, her hands coming up to hold you upright. Her chest follows your hips, moving up and down your cock, each pulse sending another streak of white across her skin.
By the end of it you’re almost slumped against her, your forehead pressing against hers. Your lips linked with a string of saliva, her breath hot against your face. You can barely stand up, lungs in dire need of air, the only thing that’s keeping you up are your hands on Sakura and her own on your hips.
Sakura leans up to plant a wet peck on your lips before she pulls your cock off from between her bra, ruined and stained full of white. “Look at that,” she breathes, looking down at the mess that you’ve created. “I’ll need to throw this bra away because of you.”
You let out a shaky chuckle. “I’ll buy you a new one.” You move to sit beside her, but the aftereffects of your high cause you sagging into the bed.
“Hun, please.” She turns to you with a playful glint. “You’ll just ruin it again.” Her fingers run down her cleavage, scooping up a dollop of your cum and taking it in her mouth. “Yum.”
Her gaze cast downward, toward your softening cock. She takes a glance up to your face, that playfulness turning dark before she sweeps down to take you in her mouth. Your legs jolt, the sudden sensation of her tongue swirling around your length such an overwhelming feeling. It makes you crave for it when she pulls away just as quick.
“Happy now?” she asks, all casual and smiles. Like you’re not dead on the bed and on life support.
“Ecstatic, sweetheart.” You barely have the strength to reach up and cup her cheek.
Sakura smiles sweetly, taking your hand in hers, her lips kissing your palm. “Want me to get some water for you?”
“Please,” you say, and with another, parting kiss on your palm she stands up—cum painted in her chest, bra utterly ruined, and completely glowing that make you shout out—
“Have I mentioned how much I love you yet?”
“Multiple times, hun!”
As she leaves to grab some well needed hydration, you can’t help but let out a smile.
Boredom’s going to become your favorite pastime.
nerd boobies
damn that resolution was kinda low, is this better?
oh lord... hottest chaewon fit i've ever seen, that top keeps no secrets
if not succubus why succubus shaped?
Just read your Moka fics like the way of how Moka seems like a total sweetheart yet freaky and chaotic omg. Absolutely loved all their clumsy moments 😭, you just make it so much fun to read it through. thank you for this! Would there be any part 2 if you dont mind me asking ?
Thank you for reading! It's exactly what I wanted to do for Moka's character, and I'm happy you can see it that way as well.
I don't think I'll make a second part, but like the other fics, I could probably make short drabbles in the same universe.
Thank you for the kind words!
Two hearts and a thousand stars
Jiyu x Reader
Genre: Fluff | Length: 3.1k
Summary: You go watch the stars with Jiyu
Note: Written for Jiyu's birthday! This one-shot actually fits in the farmgirl Jiyu idea I had shared on my blog a while ago. I am trying to write a book about it and this would be one of the scenes. Maybe one day I'll actually finish it.
“You’d never seen the stars?” Jiyu asked, her eyes widening, astounded.
You shrugged. “I did notice some white dots at night, but I had never seen a constellation,” you admitted.
“You’d never heard of Ursa Major?”
“I’d heard about them, but I’d never seen them with my own eyes,” you replied, scratching the back of your neck. From the tone of her voice, it sounded like you’d missed an essential part of the experience of life.
“Well, you have to see them!”
“Do I?”
“Wha—yes, of course!” Jiyu replied, almost offended at your doubt. “They are so beautiful!”
You scratched your head. To be quite honest, you weren't really interested, but her excitement was contagious. Her eyes were beaming, and you had a very big soft spot for her at that point, so you had to agree.
“Okay,” you sighed, completely swayed by her irresistible charm. “Tell me how.”
There came that smile that you loved—the prize for your continuous trips to the farm. “Yes! Okay, well, the problem is that you live in the city.”
“Right. The light pollution.”
“There’s a spot after our farm where I used to go when I was little; you’ll see them so well.”
“Is it very far?”
“No, we can walk there.”
“Okay, how long is the walk? Because I know you underestimate it.”
“About half an hour,” she said dismissively, leaning back in the chair to think about the path.
“Jiyu, that’s far.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is—that’s a bike ride distance, not a walk. I don’t know, it’s not worth it,” you complained.
“You take twenty minutes by bike to get here!” Jiyu shot back and crossed her arms.
“To see you, it’s worth it,” you said.
Your brain couldn’t even check the words before they left your mouth. You realized it a bit too late. The silence that followed was embarrassing and suffocating. Jiyu’s mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. She looked away, staring outside the window, pretending you weren’t there. You could feel the heat crawling up your neck and your ears reddening.
“...”
“...”
You cleared your throat, still not looking at her. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
“Good!” Jiyu said, both happy that you had agreed to the mission and that you were breaking the awkward pause. She stepped forward and shot a series of frantic pats onto your back. “We could sleep there. Have you ever slept on the grass?”
“Nope,” you said. “I have a bed.”
“Gosh, you haven’t done anything at all,” she teased. “You’ve never camped anywhere?”
“No.”
“No Boy Scouts?”
“No.”
“You’re like a housecat.”
“Unfortunately.”
“Okay, so I think I have a sleeping bag, but the grass is really soft. I don’t think we need that.”
“What about the bugs?” you asked.
“Well, just cover yourself in bug spray and it will be fine,” she replied. “We’ll lay some towels and it’ll be good.”
“Alright, whatever you say, boss.”
Jiyu pushed your shoulder. “Come on, it will be fun! You should sound more excited.”
“Just scared about bugs.”
You didn’t want to admit it, but the thought of spending the night by Jiyu’s side was making your heart do spins and somersaults inside your ribcage. You were already thinking about all the possible outfits you had in your wardrobe—which were three—and how you’d act next to her. It was unnerving.
You talked with her a little more, and the time to go home came. You took a tour of the garden to greet Grandma like you always did and hopped on your bike. You spent about an hour trying to match different pants and shirts and concluded that fancy clothes were the wrong choice. You were supposed to sleep there, right? You shouldn’t be trying too hard; you should be casual.
Alright, some comfy pants, a t-shirt, and an open dress shirt would be absolutely fine. It was going to be windy anyway. Snacks, towels, and drinks were already in your bag. You wanted to be extra careful and also brought a bunch of sprays and bug incense.
When you arrived there, Jiyu was waiting for you outside the porch. The sunset had just started, and its light hit Jiyu’s skin with a golden ray. She was wearing a casual black shirt with long sleeves. It didn't seem like she had tried, but she didn't need to. She looked amazing regardless. Your heart was racing already. You had to pull yourself together.
Jiyu turned around and, at the sight of you, her face surrendered to a big, toothy smile. Oh, you were so weak for her.
“Jiyu! I’m here,” you called to her.
“Took you long enough, mister.”
“Sorry, the traffic,” you said as you propped your bike against the wall of the house.
“You cycled here.”
“Uhhh, yeah.”
Jiyu slapped your arm. “You idiot.”
“Okay, okay, sorry I’m late. I was getting some food.”
Jiyu’s tone changed immediately. “You did?”
“Yeah,” you said and opened your bag to show its contents. “Some drinks and some snacks.”
“Oh, dude, you’re awesome!”
“Shall we go?”
“Yes!”
The walk took longer than twenty minutes. You knew it would. Every five minutes you’d stop at the weird noises of nature around you. To you, it seemed like a creepy warning to turn around, but to Jiyu, it was just the wind.
“Hey, what’s that?” you asked, pointing at a dark spot moving around.
“It’s a rat.”
“Wait, what?”
“Mickey Mouse. It’s a mouse, but bigger.”
“No, I get that, but why is it here?”
“The weird kid of our neighbor caught one in the city and freed it here.”
“What if it had diseases?”
“It’s been here for like five years now and we’re fine, so I think it was healthy,” Jiyu said casually. “Actually, it’s pretty fat.”
As you moved away from the house, the scenery changed tremendously. The sky assumed an orange glow around the setting sun while the rest became a purplish blue. It was dark now and you couldn't see Jiyu as well as before, though her silhouette with the short hair was unmistakably her.
The wind was soft. It moved the strands of grass and her hair. It was hypnotizing—the way it hid and revealed her beautiful features. The lights of the houses were still on and were popping up like yellow dots as the natural light left faster and faster. The way they surrounded her looked almost like a movie, but you had never seen a frame as pretty as that one.
Jiyu led the way. Her movements were confident even in the dark. She moved like she was part of the wind. She didn't look down at her feet once. There was only you two now. You and the wind.
“I used to come out here when my parents were arguing about the harvest,” she said softly, her voice trailing off into the hiss of the breeze. “It wasn't really their fault,” she continued. “There are good years and tough years; it’s just how it is out here.”
You didn't want to pretend you understood what she was talking about. You listened to her—that was all you could do.
“I’d throw some food in my bag, get a flashlight, and run away. They knew everyone, so they weren't really scared. I felt like an explorer; everything was new to me.”
“Weren't you scared?” you asked.
“Of what? The trees? They’re much more behaved than people,” she laughed softly. “You know those trees over there?” she pointed to your left. You looked and nodded. “I used to climb them and lie down. It was really relaxing.”
“Did you always hang out here?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you… ever hang out with your friends?” you asked.
“I did, but…” Jiyu thought for a moment. “I didn't really fit in. They were really nice, actually. I was never bullied or anything, but I felt they were always going so fast.”
“Mmh, I understand what you’re saying,” you hummed. “City life is way too hectic.”
Jiyu slowed her pace. There was no pity nor patronizing attempt in your words. People usually looked at her as if she were a person of the past, an unfortunate person who had no idea what real life was like. An uneducated stranger.
“Actually, that’s what Grandma said about you as well.”
“Me?” you asked and stopped walking, pointing to your chest. “What did I do?”
Jiyu shook her hands and laughed. “No, it’s not bad, nothing like that. It’s just that you did things very fast.”
“Mmh, did I?”
“Yeah, and all the big words you said about university and technology confused her.”
You chuckled. “Well, I guess I did confuse her.”
“But it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
You weren't nervous anymore. You didn't care about how you looked anymore, mostly because it was dark and she wouldn't see you anyway, but also because she was there and she made you feel at ease. That was the effect she had on you. You listened to her describe the paths she used to follow as a kid and all her past experiences.
“You’re so slow,” Jiyu said teasingly.
“I’m watching where I’m going,” you shot back.
Jiyu turned around with a twirl. “You’re lifting your feet too high, just trust where you’re going, it’s not—”
Before she could finish her sentence, your sneaker caught an exposed root. You waved your arms in the air, trying to grasp at something, and tumbled over. You landed on the dry grass and hit your face against the dirt.
The bag decided to slide down your neck and fall on your head with all its contents inside.
You groan. There’s damp soil all over your skin. “Shit.”
You hear Jiyu’s footsteps come towards you. You expected a sympathetic hand on your shoulder or some words of worry, but instead, she started laughing at you. You pushed yourself up and brushed the dirty of your cheek just to see her pointing a mocking finger at you.
“Are you laughing at me?” you demanded. “I could have died.”
“Oh, come on,” she wheezed. “Don’t be that tragic.”
You looked down at your sleeve. There were dark streaks of dirt on your shirt around your elbows. What great luck you had. It was one of your new shirts as well. You spent such a long time picking this one out.
“Does it actually hurt?” Jiyu asked with a wide grin.
“No,” you grumbled. “Not really.”
Jiyu tilted her head. “So no need for me to kiss it better?”
“Actually, now that I think about it, it hurts so much,” you said. “It’s unbearable. I couldn’t tell at first because of the shock.”
“Oh, you’re perfectly fine,” she laughed, rolling her eyes.
“But my feelings are hurt,” you insisted. “You were laughing at me.”
Jiyu chuckled, letting her expression soften. “Okay, okay, poor baby.”
She came closer and hugged you. It was brief, but it left your skin tingling. As she pulled away, she adjusted the strap of your bag and gave you a firm pat on the back.
“Do you feel better now?”
You cleared your throat. “Yes. Much better.”
After a long but calming walk, you reached the summit of the ridge. The grass was soft like a carpet, just as she had said. After putting the lamp to the side, Jiyu dropped down immediately, hands behind her head, staring upward. For a moment, you hesitated, looking at the bag and at the towels you had brought, but decided to follow her example instead and settled beside her.
There was a full moon that night, and it made her skin look like marble. You couldn't help but look at Jiyu’s face. Under every different light, it was pretty in a different way.
“You know you’re supposed to look at the sky,” Jiyu said suddenly.
“Oh. Sorry,” you said briefly and turned to the sky. You looked back for an instant to see her rosy cheeks.
You finally saw them, and your breath was taken away. The stars. They weren't just a few dots. The darkness was shimmering with light. They stretched across the entire visible horizon, reaching far into the trees and distant landscapes.
“Wow,” you mumbled quietly.
“That’s the Great Bear,” Jiyu said, pointing a finger toward a cluster of light. “You see that?”
“No, not really.”
“Give me your hand.”
You got up and sat closer to her. Jiyu adjusted the lantern so she could see your palm. With her index finger, she drew the constellation on your hand. You looked back up and searched. She pointed to it and you finally noticed.
“It looks like a ladle,” she said.
“Oh, it does.”
“That’s how I remembered it, actually,” she admitted. “I had a book about constellations, but when I was little, I wasn't really into reading the words and instead just looked at the pictures.”
“I still do that,” you said, and she laughed.
“Orion—it looks like an archer,” she continued, and drew it on your hand again.
“This one is complex.”
“It really is. But it should be easier to spot.”
“Oh, I can see that.”
Jiyu smiled; she was happy to share her interest with someone who listened with genuine interest.
“I actually know a couple of things about it.”
“Ohhh, really?” Jiyu said, impressed.
“Legend has it that Orion had fallen in love with a princess. She had something to do with the stars. I think her father was the sky.”
“Mmmh.”
“Orion fell madly in love with her. But he was mortal. The princess would come down from the sky at night and talk with him. Each day, right after sunset and when the morning came, she would disappear.”
“Oh, so she liked him?”
“Very much so, but she was like a goddess, right? And he was just mortal. So it really angered her father.”
You looked at the stars, because if you looked at Jiyu, you’d just get distracted by her eyes.
“He tried to keep her away from him and warned Orion, but he would write letters and shoot them into the sky with his bow.”
“All the way to space?”
“Yeah, he had a very strong bow.”
Jiyu laughed. “Okay.”
“And one time, he made a deal with a witch. He got this big bird and let it fly to the sky while hanging from its feet so he could reach the princess.”
“And then?”
“And then, since he wanted it so bad and the dad hated him, the father cursed him and made him into a constellation. Because if he wanted to reach the stars so badly, he made him a star.”
“Wow,” Jiyu said. “Which culture is that from?”
“I made it up,” you said plainly.
“Be for real.”
“No, really, I just made it up. I wanted to say something cool. You seem to know everything, and I didn't have anything to say.”
“Oh, come on!” Jiyu groaned and shoved your shoulder. “You’re terrible! I was actually really getting into it.”
Deep down, Jiyu appreciated your attempt. You were participating in her life and were actually interested in what she was saying.
“Hey, it’s not a bad story. It could very well be a real story.”
“Whatever you say.”
Her words made you realize something. You had always been chasing that career, those grades, that future that they always told you about. Even when you went out with your friends, it was always bars and events; you never really sat still with them.
After a long time talking and eating snacks, you both got pretty sleepy. It was already very late. You checked your phone. Your eyes were burning, and she was feeling tired. You put out the towels and lied down.
You looked over at Jiyu. She was still lying on her back, but her shoulders were hunched up toward her ears, and she was hugging herself. Every few seconds, a tremor would shake her body.
“Jiyu,” you said softly. “You’re trembling.”
She let out a shaky laugh. “I’m fine,” she lied. “I can take it. I’m used to it.”
“You don’t seem so,” you replied.
She looked at you, a stray lock of hair blowing across her face. She looked smaller than she ever had when you were walking and talking. You hesitated. Maybe she didn't mind your presence. You thought about it—should you do it?
You could lose her right then, or your relationship could become deeper than it ever had been. You swallowed the lump in your throat and decided to risk it.
“Come closer then,” you said. “I’ll keep you warm.”
Jiyu was somewhat shocked by your words, but deep inside, she wanted it too. She stopped being strong and didn't need a second invitation. She tucked herself into your side, her head lying close to your shoulder. She still wasn't brave enough to hug you, but she wanted to be as close as possible.
You moved slowly, hesitantly, to test her reaction. Your arm hovered over her. She didn't say anything, and you lowered it onto her. You wrapped your arm around her and pulled her in until there wasn't a single gap between the two of you.
As you pulled her in, the world closed down to the small patch of grass beneath your bodies. Every other sound washed away, and you could only hear her breath brushing against you.
“Better?” you whispered.
“Still cold,” she murmured, but she smiled into your neck.
You rested your chin on the top of her head. Up close, she smelled like grass and sunshine, but there was definitely the scent of her conditioner mixed with it. Without really thinking about it, your hand found its way to her hair. You began to stroke it, tracing lines from the crown down to the nape of her neck.
You stopped for a second. What were you doing? You weren't at that stage yet. Did you do too much?
“Don’t stop,” you heard. You leaned down to make sure you had actually heard it.
Jiyu’s cheeks were red and she was desperately clinging to you. “Don’t stop,” she said again.
So you didn't. You put your hand back on her head and petted her. Jiyu sighed happily like a cat on your lap. You kept up the slow, steady motion of your hand in her hair. Jiyu’s grip on your shirt loosened as she fell asleep. She cuddled into you, and you did too.
She didn't need to be strong that night. She felt a wave of relief wash over her. She felt safe in your arms—enough to let you bear her weight, knowing you wouldn't let her fall. Your eyes grew heavy, and as you started to fall asleep, the last thing you saw was the ghost of Jiyu’s smile against your chest.
THE END
Always a Daddy's Girl
Daddy Kink Nayeon woo! I was hit with big, horny inspiration after being reminded of this picture. All smut, no story.
Length 2.1K
Nayeon X Mreader
The doll known as Nayeon sat before you, a teasing smile on her lips as she stared at you. She rubbed her legs together, already knowing what was to come. Her short black leather dress rode up, revealing her slick slit. The young woman before you didn’t bother to lower her dress; it would come off soon enough anyway. That and she knew the sight would be enough to make your cock stiff, and it was. “Already hard for me, Daddy?” She asks, teasing you once more. The little song and dance between the two of you was a classic.
“Do me a favor?”
Nayeon licks her lips, eyes shifting from meeting your gaze to the bulge in your pants and back again. “What is it you want?”
“Put that pretty mouth to good use.”
Nayeon chuckles; she didn’t have to be asked twice. “Daddy wants my pretty pink lips around his big, hard cock?” Nayeon asks, placing her hand over your bulge. Her tone was half mocking, half lustful. It was hard for her to resist you; even now, she felt a hunger within her. It was like her stomach was growling.
“Don’t make me say it again,”
“Yes, sir,” Nayeon jokes as she kneels before you, her hands moving quickly to remove your clothes, showing her impatience. The moment your cock sprang free was one of joy, even as it smacked her face. Nayeon let it rest on her as she took in a deep whiff of your scent. It was like a drug for her. One hand made its way to her slit, rubbing her wet folds as she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. Nayeon’s tongue traced your veins as she made her way to the tip, her hand wrapped around your length. You groan at her tight grip, watching as the young woman reaches the head of your cock, flicking the tip with her tongue. Nayeon’s hand slowly moved along your shaft as she gathered her saliva, her glossy pink lips stealing your attention. They part slowly, small bubbles popping up between them before her saliva drips onto the tip.
The young woman works her saliva across your cock, making it slick. While listening to your groans, she plants her full lips on the tip, tracing them with the head before slipping it inside. Nayeon keeps her lips tightly wrapped around your shaft as her tongue lashes against you. “Such a good girl,” you grunt. “You always know just what to do.”
“Pleasing Daddy is my job. I have to know what you like,” She says sweetly before returning to her work. Nayeon stares at you with big doe eyes as she bobs her head, taking more of your length with each turn. It would be cute if her act weren’t so lewd. You place your hand on her head, guiding her along, your cock settling into the back of her throat as she reaches your base. You can feel her throat vibrating around you; it amplifies the pleasure. You stare at Nayeon, watching as her lips curl upward. Even with your cock in her mouth, she can’t help but smile at her work. It certainly helped that her fingers were knuckle deep in her cunt. Nayeon continued to focus on you, her tongue snaking along the underside, following your veins as she pushed you closer to your orgasm. As Nayeon pulls away, strands of saliva keep the two of you connected.
“Where are you going to cum? Maybe down my throat?” Nayeon licks her fingers before running them down to her chin. She tilts her head back and moves her hand lower. Then she tilts her head, “Or does Daddy want to cum on his baby's pretty face?” Nayeon smiles at that option. As much as she could drink your cum for days, there was something about facials that turned her on even more.
“We’ll see,”
The lack of a clear answer disappoints Nayeon, but she gets back to pleasuring you. Her heartbeat quickens. You wouldn’t disappoint her, right? She was certain you would paint her pretty face with your thick white seed. When Nayeon went back to your cock, she worked quickly, slobbering all over it, going as far as rubbing it against her cheeks, making it clear what she wanted as she dirtied her face. As you got closer to cumming, your target became clear. Spit was already making its way down Nayeon’s cheeks; it wouldn’t hurt to paint her pretty face. You hurry the process along, grabbing the back of Nayeon’s head and forcing your cock down her throat. You thrust your hips forward, making her gag on you as you hit the back of her throat. Nayeon doesn’t fight you; she places one hand on your thigh while the other works her clit furiously. She was getting off on your roughness, even as her mind considered you might deny her a facial. She could feel your cock throbbing; you were close.
Moments before you came, you pulled out of Nayeon’s warm mouth. You jerked yourself off and began to paint your canvas. Nayeon felt the first spurt land across the bridge of her nose. The young woman tilted her head back, shut her eyes, and opened her mouth, making herself the perfect target. As more of your thick semen splattered across her face, Nayeon came. She pressed her legs together, trying to stay steady as you cover her eyelids and coat her forehead. You place the tip back into her open mouth, letting her taste the last spurt. Nayeon's tongue swirls around the tip as she savors your salty cum. As you take a step back to admire your work, Nayeon wipes the cum away from her eyes before turning towards a mirror, staring at her whorish appearance. She brings her fingers to her lips, tasting more of your cum.
Before she can say a word, you pick the young woman up, carrying her bridal style to her bedroom. You toss her onto the bed, making her lie on her stomach as you unzip her dress and strip it off her.
Nayeon rises onto all fours, “Do it, Daddy. Put that big juicy cock in me,” Nayeon cooed, one hand on her cheek, pulling it away from her core. She shook her ass for you, making the prospect even more tantalizing. You had had enough waiting; you brought your hand down on Nayeon’s ass, making her flesh ripple. Nayeon sucks in a breath, then expels it, letting out a loud moan as you drive yourself deep into her cunt. “Fuck,” she groans as you squeeze her soft cheek, your other hand wrapping around her hair, pulling it back. Nayeon’s legs shook as she felt you splitting apart her warm, slick folds. The pleasure was mind-numbing for the young woman. Considering she had been waiting for your arrival, this moment was nothing but pure bliss for her. You were practically being pulled in, and you had no complaints. “Oh, Daddy, you’re so big,” she mumbles, hands gripping the bedsheets tightly as she plants her face against the bed, her back arching deeply. You yank on her hair, keeping her head up, as you thrust into her welcoming cunt. Each one pushes her petite body further into the bed. You bring your hand down on her ass once more, the sting from your strike adding to her pleasure.
“You were waiting for this, weren’t you?”
“All fucking day. It’s your fault. I wouldn’t be like this if Daddy didn’t have such a good cock. It’s all I can think about.” Nayeon responds through heavy moans. You spank her again, her cheek turning a bright red as you add in a fourth strike. “I need it so bad, Daddy.”
Nayeon slips her hand between her legs, her long fingers stroking her clit as you slide in and out of her tight, warm cavern. “Harder, fuck me harder,” Nayeon moans, tongue hanging out of her mouth as you bring your hand down on her ass again. As your thrusts speed up, Nayeon’s body tingle, pleasure coursing through her. As much as you want to keep pulling on her hair, you gave up your grip on it. You place your hands on her waist; each movement from you fills the room with more moans from the young woman. Nayeon bites the bedding, muffling her moans a touch as her climax builds inside her. Feeling the pressure building within her, Nayeon grabs the sheets. Any more pleasure with her fingers would send her over the edge too quickly, and while she knew you’d keep going anyway, she didn’t want to be driven crazy with the overstimulation. At least not yet.
Nayeon’s attempts to keep herself from cumming too quickly were useless; your fingers replaced her, rubbing her aching clit as your thrust continued to fill her. Nayeon whined in her high-pitched voice, taking over as she got closer. You stretch your arm out, your fingers by her plump lips. You push your fingers past the barrier, hooking her mouth. Nayeon uses what little strength she has to push herself up. You feel her tongue lashing against your fingers as her walls tighten around you. “Go on, cum. I know you’re already close. Daddy is giving you permission.”
Nayeon cries out, her body shuddering as she cums on your cock. Her walls squeeze you like a vice as you continue to impale her with every thrust. “Oh God,” Nayeon says in a long, drawn-out moan. The pleasure she feels reaches a new peak as she’s overstimulated. The fingers around her clit speed up, making her body tense up as another orgasm begins building. You add to the pleasure, bringing your hand out of her mouth and playing with her modest mounds. You pinch and pull at Nayeon’s soft nipples, feeling them grow hard as you play with them. “D-daddy,” Nayeon mumbles, unable to say anything more as you tug on the now hard nub. “Ooh, fuck.” Nayeon's breathing is ragged; she shuts her eyes tightly as a second climax washes over her. Her cries of pleasure are music to your ears.
You pull Nayeon against you, continuing to play with her body as you near your climax. Nayeon’s walls try to milk you, squeezing you tightly. You shift your hands to her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh as you bury yourself inside Nayeon. The young woman cries out again as she feels your warm, thick cum spurting into her, painting her walls as you claim her. Nayeon falls forward, collapsing onto the bed as she feels your semen flooding her body, its warmth spreading slowly. “You get tired so quickly, baby.”
“It’s your fault.” Nayeon huffs, trying to catch her breath as you give her small thrusts. “Y-you’re too much.” Nayeon’s voice goes into a high whine as you bury yourself in her again. You turn the young woman onto her side and lean over her, pressing your lips against hers. “Don’t try to act sweet now,” she mumbles between kisses. “You just fucked me like a piece of meat.” Nayeon’s body shivers as your hand wanders along her back. You nip at Nayeon’s neck as you drag your fingertips along her back.
“You love it.” Nayeon did; she loved every second of it. She avoids your gaze, “Think you can go one more round?”
“Mm, one more,” Nayeon says, raising a single finger. “Just one more!” Nayeon moans as you rapidly plunge back into the depths of her cunt. “Fuck, just like that.” Nayeon’s slick walls offer little resistance, allowing you to slide deep into her with ease. With her legs pressed together, the pressure you feel is greater. You put more strength into your thrusts. Nayeon’s body starts to lurch forward, her moans growing louder as she feels you reaching her depths. You grab onto one of her arms, pulling her back as you continue to ravage her. Nayeon’s high-pitched whines begin to crescendo as she nears her climax. You lean forward, stealing a kiss from the young woman. She doesn’t resist, can’t resist, and wouldn’t resist in this moment. She wanted you as much as you wanted her. Your tongues fold and press against each other as you give one final thrust, burying your throbbing cock inside Nayeon.
Nayeon’s body tenses, her senses overwhelmed as she feels you flooding her womb with another load of cum. She cums with you, her nectar coating your cock and leaking onto the bedding below. When you break the kiss, she lets out a long, contented sigh. Nayeon’s hands find a place on her chest, squeezing the soft mounds as she revels in the pleasure of her latest orgasm. You drag your length out of Nayeon slowly, her walls still gripping you tightly. “Looks like you still want more.”
“You’re going to wear me out,” Nayeon says softly. “You don’t want to fuck a girl to exhaustion, do you, Daddy?” Nayeon asks, a devilish smile on her lips. You return the smile and push back into her; the two of you are far from done.
Damn look at those abs and those thighs...
I’m sorry, Wonyoung. I was completely in the wrong for being so down bad for other girls instead of you lately 🙏🙏🙏
Dude she's bad as fuck
https://www.tumblr.com/midatwrtr/816169932870041600/do-you-have-any-plans-to-write-the-next-episode-of
She looks like she's going to work at a sex toy store lol
lol she probably emptied one
but she's a great student, she'll have a bright future
ah, by the way i'm on fanprose
If you and an idol were in a lifeboat floating at sea, waiting to be rescued, and it was suggested that you have sex to pass the time; which idol(s) would you want to be in the lifeboat with?
so just who i want to fuck?
you already know lol
here's another one:
Do you have any plans to write the next episode of Moka's Secret?
What kind of toy does she have other than handcuffs?
hi anon,
thank you for reading the fic!
damn already asking for a new episode. i just published it, i have no plans for a sequel lmao i need a break
moka has plenty of toys: dildos of various sizes, vibrators, massage guns, clit suckers... however, she loves you the most. nothing feels as good as the real thing
pretty sure she'll get more stuff for her boyfriend like a spanking kit and some cute lingerie
