(SNSD's Tiffany X Male Reader) Wordcount: 1236 words
Short stroy from the Idol Village universe (After episode 3)
Tiffany is bent over the back of her cream-colored sofa, that sheer black lace dress hiked up around her waist. The intricate floral patterns stretch across her perfect ass as you thrust into her from behind.
This is already the second round of sex for you today. Tiffany texted you earlier when you were still in class and you went straight to her house after school, knowing Yeji was still tied up with afterschool activities. Right now, you two are roleplaying again with Tiffany pretending to be your friend’s hot mom who just came home from some party and found you waiting for her son. Now, your left hand holds the camera with which you’re recording, as your other hand holds her waist, while you pound into her from behind.
Her long black hair spills down her back as a few strands stick to her flushed neck. The dress’s deep V-neck is pulled aside, one of her breasts spilling out, nipple hard against the cool air. Every hard snap of your hips makes her moan. The sound mixes with the wet slap of skin on skin.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
You groan, gripping her hips tighter, fingers digging into the delicate lace. Tiffany pushes back against you, rolling her ass in perfect rhythm, her pussy clenching around your cock like velvet heat.
“Yes-right there, baby…harder. I need it harder.”
You oblige, slamming into her deeper. The couch creaks under the force of your thrusts.
Your free hand on her waist slides up her back, tangling in her hair and tugging gently so her head tilts back. The motion arches her spine, pushing her ass higher. You put down the camera, knowing the other one on the tripod is still filming from the side, and reach around with your other hand, finding her clit and rubbing tight circles. Tiffany’s legs tremble in her heels, the same ones that she teasingly placed on your thigh earlier before you started the roleplaying. The lace dress clings to her sweaty skin, turning almost transparent in places where it’s damp. She looks sinful. Like a slutty mom who’s been thoroughly ruined the second she got home.
You pull out suddenly, making her whine at the loss. Before she can protest, you spin her around and lift her onto the wide arm of the sofa. Tiffany spreads her legs immediately, the long skirt of the dress falling open like dark petals. You step between her thighs and sink back inside her in one smooth thrust, groaning at how wet and welcoming she feels. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you into a messy kiss. Her tongue slides against yours. You fuck her like that. Deep, grinding strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside her while your hands roam her body. You squeeze her breasts through the sheer lace, pinching her nipples until she moans into your mouth.
“God, I’ve wanted this since I saw your working out with my son last week.”
She whispers against your lips, nipping at your bottom one, just loud enough for the camera to catch.
“Watching you stare at me when I walk past… knowing you’d bend me over if you had the chance.”
You thrust harder into her pussy. The wet sounds echo through the living room. Tiffany’s head falls back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. You lean down and suck a mark just below her jaw, something she’ll have to cover tomorrow. She doesn’t care. She loves being marked by you in the moment. You wonder what Yeji would think if she saw it.
Tiffany’s nails rake down your arms as her moans climb higher. You can feel her getting close, her pussy stuttering and squeezing around you rhythmically. You angle your hips to hit that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. Your pelvis grinds against her clit.
“Cum for me, Ms. Hwang. I want to feel your pussy milking my cock.”
You’ve noticed before how Tiffany gets off on you calling her Ms. Hwang during sex.
Now, she shatters with a sharp cry, body arching as her orgasm crashes through her. Her walls pulse tightly around your cock, milking you and soaking your length. You keep fucking her through it, slower now, savoring every twitch and shudder until she slumps down fully, breathing hard.
You pull out, your cock glistening with her juices. Tiffany looks at it with hungry eyes, licking her lips.
“On your knees.”
You tell her. Tiffany’s eyes sparkle with lust. You still have to get used to ordering someone around who’s your mom’s age, but you’re getting better at it.
Tiffany slides off the sofa arm gracefully, even in those tall heels, and sinks to the floor in front of you. She looks up at you with those doe eyes, lips parted, long lashes fluttering. Her makeup is slightly smudged - mascara faint under her eyes, lipstick faded - but she’s never looked more beautiful. She wraps both hands around your slick cock and starts stroking slowly. She leans in and runs her tongue along the underside, tasting herself on your dick. A soft, satisfied hum vibrates against your skin. She takes you into her mouth, sucking eagerly, hollowing her cheeks as she bobs her head. You thread your fingers through her silky black hair, guiding her rhythm. Your other hand has picked up the camera again to make sure you capture your POV. She takes you deeper, relaxing her throat until her nose presses against your stomach. The wet heat and tight suction make your thighs tense. She pulls back with a gasp, then dives down again, working you with practiced skill.
You watch her the entire time through the camera. The way her breasts bounce slightly with the rhythm of her working your cock, the way the lace clings to her body, the way she looks up at you like she loves this more than anything.
“Fuck, I’m close.”
Tiffany pulls off just enough to speak, her hand still pumping you fast.
“Cum on my face. I want it all over me.”
She opens her mouth wide, tongue out, stroking you with both hands in perfect rhythm. The sight of her on her knees in that ruined designer dress, looking up at you so eagerly, pushes you over the edge.
You groan loudly as the first thick rope of cum lands across her pretty face, streaking from her cheek to her lips. More follows, splashing across her nose, her forehead, dripping down onto her chin and her breasts still framed by the deep V of the lace dress. Tiffany keeps her mouth open, catching some on her tongue, moaning softly as you paint her.
When you finally finish, she looks up at you with a satisfied, filthy smile. Her face is covered in your cum, some of it dripping down her jaw and onto the expensive black lace. She slowly drags a finger through the mess on her cheek, bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean.
“Mmm…Tastes even better than I thought it would.”
She leans forward and gently licks the last drops from your sensitive cock, cleaning you thoroughly with soft, loving strokes of her tongue. Only then does she sit back on her heels, looking up at you with cum-streaked cheeks and a radiant, mischievous smile.
Tiffany runs her tongue across her lower lip, collecting more of you.
“Do you want to join me in the shower until my son comes home?”
“Yeah.”
You reach down and stroke her hair, admiring the beautiful mess you’ve made of Yeji’s mom. Then you end the recording.
