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Sep 29, 2025

Mine Alone

BABYMONSTER Asa x Male Reader

Smut | 4k words

Tags: Obsessive, Wifey material, Riding, Soft penis blowjob, Missionary

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Finally home. After a long, exhausting company trip, you’re finally standing in front of your apartment’s door. Your bag feels heavier than it should, meetings, bad coffee, sleepless hotel nights all pressing down on you.

You were happy the week was over, but you couldn’t help but feel something heavy on your chest. You pause outside, the key feels cold in your hand. Even after years here, your chest still tightens before the lock turns.

Home sweet home, that’s what it should be. But Asa was waiting inside, and she had been alone for days. You know what that meant. Her perfume already seeps beneath the door, faint and sweet.

Her messages had swung wildly: hearts and kisses one moment, and wild outbursts the next. Where are you? Are you alone? Why didn’t you call me? Are you ignoring me?

You didn’t sleep much, but she probably slept even less. There was no reason for her to be texting you at 2 a.m. to check if you weren’t in a club, especially after she set up that GPS thing with your phone.

You adjust your bag on your shoulder. One deep breath. You know she’s been waiting, watching the clock, pacing the room, maybe rehearsing what she’ll say. Inhale. Exhale. You slowly align the key with the lock, bracing yourself. Asa never just welcomes you back. She claims you back.

The lock clicks, and you push the door open.

For half a breath, silence. Then Asa crashes into you.

“Darling!” she exclaims, her lips brushing your ear as she throws herself against you. “You’re finally here!”

You stumble at her sudden contact, catching the doorframe to keep from falling. Her body immediately molds to yours as she tightly holds your neck. You feel the air being pushed away from you by her clutch.

“Hi, Asa,” you manage, forcing a smile. She looks happy, so far. “I’m home. I missed you.”

“I missed you more!” she insists, pressing her lips along your jaw. “I waited so so so so long! It felt like an eternity,” she says. Her fingers curl against the fabric of your suit. “The house never felt emptier without you.”

“I can imagine,” you laugh nervously. “You texted me every ten minutes. I could barely work.”

“Good,” she coos. “I like to remind you where you belong.”

Her expression is quick to change; her eyes dim, and her smile turns into a sensual smirk. Asa drags her nails down your chest, slowly, scratching your silky jacket. Her eyes never leave yours.

“Tell me… did anyone else try to talk to you?”

Your throat tightens. “Asa, no. I was working. Just meetings and hotel room. That’s all.”

You try to keep eye contact, but you have to admit—she’s intimidating. You know looking away only makes you look more suspect, but you can’t help it.

“Hotel room, huh?” she repeats softly. “So private. So quiet. Unless…” She tilts her head. “…unless you weren’t alone.”

“I was,” you whisper, almost pleading. “Just me.”

Her fingers trail lower, stopping at your belt. “Just you? Not even a pretty receptionist? A client leaning a little too close? A waitress slipping you her number?”

You quickly shake your head. “No. I swear, Asa, nothing like that happened.”

Her hand pays a visit to your arm, circling around your tricep. Asa inches closer to your neck, softly sniffing your collar. Your mind starts to play tricks on you. Maybe it did happen. Maybe someone did talk to you, and you looked too happy to talk to them.

What if she didn’t believe you? Then what?

“Nothing? Not a single woman dared to fix your suit?” she murmurs, her fingers now coming back to your tie. Two fingers near your collar, the other hand down at the tip, and slowly, you can feel it tighten around your neck. “Did anyone touch this beautiful tie? That I picked for you? Mh?”

“No. No one,” you can simply say, hoping for the best.

Asa hums and pouts, still unconvinced. “Mmh. You’re too handsome to go unnoticed. Don’t lie to me, darling.”

Her eyes narrow, her lips ghosting over your throat. “I’ll know if you do.” Her breath itches your skin, and you feel chills going down your spine.

“I’m not lying,” you say with a trembling voice. “I only thought about you.”

“Did you?” she whispers. Her fingers grip the back of your neck, turning your head so you’re forced to meet her gaze. “Tell me. Did you think about me before you went to sleep? When you woke up? When you were eating?”

“Yes,” you breathe, because the only answer is yes. “Every day.”

Asa smiles. “Good. Because I could barely sleep. I imagined you… imagined what you were doing. Who you were with.” Her nails follow her sharp words, leaving deep marks in your skin. “Do you know what that does to me?”

That’s when you start thinking to yourself: why were you still with her?

“I—no. Tell me.”

Her laugh is low, dangerous. “It makes me mad. Mad enough to tear apart any woman who so much as looks at you. Mad enough to mark you so everyone finally knows they can’t touch you.”

“Asa, there’s no need for that…” You swallow hard. “There’s no one else. I belong to you.”

She hums with satisfaction, pressing a kiss to your lips. When she pulls back, she bites down gently on your lower lip before letting go. “Say it again.”

You obey instantly. “I belong to you.”

“Again.”

“I belong to you, Asa.”

Her smile widens. “That’s better. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Her hand finally leaves your neck. Deep grooves remain on your skin and you can feel them sting. Asa tenderly strokes your cheek. Her eyes show remorse. She didn’t want to do this. She doesn’t like hurting you but sometimes it’s necessary: she has to remind you what happens if you don’t listen to her.

It was a sacrifice she was willing to make if it meant you’d learn.

It doesn’t last long as her tone sharpens again. “But if I ever find out you let another woman touch you,” her hand slides down to your throat, her fingers tightening enough just to make you tense. “...I’ll kill you. You understand that, right?”

“Yes,” you whisper. “I do. I understand.”

“Say it.”

“I’ll never talk to any other woman than you,” you say quickly.

Her grip eases and she leans in to kiss your throat, right where your blood was flowing. “That’s my darling,” she hums into you. Her touch becomes gentle and she softens against you, curling into your chest. “Promise me again. Promise me I’m the only one.”

You hold her, though your hands are still trembling. “You’re the only one. Always.”

Asa sighs deeply with satisfaction. “Good, good.” Then she tilts her head, her lips brushing your ear. “But I’m still checking your suitcase,” she giggles.

You let out a thin, strangled laugh. “Of course you are.”

Asa sighs again, this time with sadness. Her eyes turn down to the ground and she pouts. She almost looks cute. Almost. “You know, being here all alone without my love… it’s just so so so painful.”

“The smell on your pillow,” she says, bringing her eyes back up. “It’s just not as strong. Your hoodie… It’s nothing like your arms around me. Oh, and I kept rewatching our videos together,” she continues, voice cracking with a strange sweetness, “but it was nothing like your sweet words that you pronounce for me.”

You swallow hard. “B-but I’m here now,” you speak softly. “I came back.”

Asa let out a quiet, wicked giggle before staring at you with her predatory eyes. “And those toys… they simply don’t cut it.”

You gulped.

Asa yanks hard down on your tie, and you’re forced to follow, forced to crouch down at her feet. She looks down at you with quiet satisfaction. You haven’t forgotten your place after all. That mix of worship and fear in your eyes is still exactly where she left it. Good. She might have fun after all.

“I can’t wait no more, my love,” she breaths, a feverish whisper. Another hard tug and her lips crash against yours. She’s forceful, hungry, furious. She hasn’t felt the softness of your kisses for days. Oh, the ecstasy to finally have your taste on her tongue again. How could she hold back?

You can’t help but kiss her back. It’s instinctual. Your knees buckle and your mouth welcomes her.

Asa laughs softly between each passionate kiss. “You missed me, too? I can feel it.”

Your hands come on her hips. You need her closer. Her mouth claims you. She’s messy, breathless. Every sound she makes, those low hums, that quick gasp, soothes your pain and eases your mind.

But it’s not enough. No, this won’t satisfy her.

She pulls you to your bedroom. You know exactly what’s going to happen.

“Wait, Asa, I just came home,” you try to tell her.

Asa laughs. “And? I waited 7 long days for you and you still want to make me wait longer? That’s so evil of you.”

“But I’m all sweaty and…” You open your mouth to protest, to explain the clammy sweat cooling on your skin, the sticky dampness of your hair plastered to your forehead. But Asa silences you with a kiss.

“We’ll get sweaty regardless,” she says and you can’t say anything else to convince her.

Asa leans back on the bed, her beautiful dark hair sprawled across the sheets. The moonlight through the window casts shadows that dance across her skin, highlighting her curves, the shape of her hips. You can only admire her beauty as you’re reminded of who you are.

You aren’t a man. She isn’t a woman.

Asa is your goddess, and you are here to worship her completely.

Asa hooks a finger in the waistband of her pants and tugs, shimmying out of them. You’re left with the sight of her long, luscious legs. Smooth, pale, a sin to look at.

Your legs act on their own, and you sink to your knees before her. You can remember now. Why were you enduring this treatment? It was the way she made you feel. To surrender your whole body and soul to her gave you the most pleasure in the world.

Asa, oh Asa. She wasn’t yours. You were hers.

Your palms lift her foot and you press your lips to on it, breathing the scent of her skin, the tang of her soap mixed with the salt of her sweat. You worship her foot, trailing kisses along her ankle, up to her calf, until you reach the soft skin behind her knee. Asa shivers and giggles as your lips brush her inner thigh.

“You were waiting for this, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” you mumble.

You breathe her deeply, her aroma filling your nostrils, flooding your senses until it's the only thing you can smell, the only thing you can taste. Your brain feels hazy, your thoughts scattering wildly.

Your fingers trace the contour of Asa’s thighs, followed by your lips, until you find the heat between her legs. A new musk meets your nose: it’s intoxicating, it clouds your senses and rewires you mind.

"Please," you hear yourself whisper, the words escaping your lips before you can control them. "Please, let me pleasure you."

“Oh my, what a naughty thing to say,” she purrs. “You want to taste me, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” you plead. “Please.”

Asa’s fingers comb through your hair before tightening, holding you in her grip. She tilts your head upwards. She takes a good look at you: completely submitted to her. She smiles to herself and guides you between her thighs.

“Go ahead, my love. Show me how much you adore me.”

She leans back, the action parting her thighs further, revealing the glistening pink folds that await your devotions. The sight alone makes your head dizzy. You can’t hold yourself back anymore and dive into her.

Asa's body shudders when your lips finally meet her sensitive flesh. She lets out a low approving moan and tugs harder on your hair.

“Mmm, yes. Just like that,” she says.

Her pleasure was your pleasure, her moans your reward, and all you wanted to hear was her praises. You moan against her, the vibration only making her wetter, coating your lips and chin with her essence, sticky and warm. Her body reacts, her walls flutter and clench, grasping at the air as if seeking more of you.

“Faster, baby,” she commands. “I know you can do it.”

You obey instantly, tongue moving desperately. Her hips rock back and forth against your face as you settle into a rhythm, your tongue exploring every fold and crevice, mapping the contours of Asa's most intimate landscape.

Another hand joins the first, pressing harder at the back of your head, burying you in her heat. You hold her soft thighs to keep yourself steady to aid your work.

Asa's breathing grows uneven, ragged, each exhale a stuttered moan, broken between the mention of your name and helpless praises. You feel her thighs begin to tremble, quivering beneath your hands as she gets closer. You double your efforts, set on bringing her to her climax.

You give her everything, slurping on her juices, lapping like a hungry animal.

“F—fuck!” And suddenly, Asa's body goes rigid, back arching off the bed as a loud cry tears from her throat. Her walls clamp down around your tongue, as a flood of squirt gushes forth, flooding your mouth and dripping down your chin. You swallow greedily, drinking down each wave of her release, unwilling to waste a single drop.

You worship her until she pulls you back, until there’s nothing left but her breathless whimpers. Slowly, her body begins to relax, and she exhales with a sense of satisfaction. She reaches out, grabbing your chin roughly and tilting your head up to observe her work.

“You look so pretty with my cum all over your face,” she says, her thumb wiping away some of the evidence of her pleasure from the corner of your mouth. “Like a well-used toy.”

“Strip, now,” she orders. Her voice is firm, unquestionable. You obey without hesitation.

As soon as you’re done, Asa pushes you down onto the mattress, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "My turn," she announces, straddling your hips.

You can only manage a nod, pulse pounding in your ears as you watch her position herself above you. She holds herself above you for a moment and then lets your rock-hard penis slide inside her, engulfing you in her slick heat. A moan rips from your chest at the sudden sensation, your fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, as you try to find an anchor at the crashing pleasure.

"Oh, yes," Asa gasps, eyes fluttering shut in bliss. "You feel even bigger inside me."

She begins to move, sensually rolling her lips. She has to adjust herself to you. It takes a moment of her pussy to properly stretch to your size. She doesn’t wait any longer and starts to ride you.

Asa laughs, “Fuck, I missed this.”

You grip her hips tighter, guiding her movements as she rises and falls on your shaft. The room fills with the sounds of her hips slamming into yours, punctuated by Asa's cries and your own grunts of pleasure. She throws her head back, hair cascading down her back.

It has just been a minute, and you were already feeling pressure building at the base of your spine. You try to fight it back, but Asa started to increase her pace. You grip your teeth. The bed creaks beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall as Asa’s passion grows.

It’s been way too long since you’ve been inside Asa, and the feeling completely overwhelms you. Before you know it, you’re already cumming.

“Asa!” you try to cry out, but it’s too late.

Asa feels your pulse and throb inside her. She immediately stops and grinds down, taking you as deep as physically possible. "Oh no, baby, you’re cumming already?" she laughs.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you say, mortified.

Asa giggles softly. She cups your face and leans down, peppering your face with soft kisses as the aftershocks roll through you. "Shh, it's okay, sweetheart. It's more than okay," Asa says, brushing your hair back.

Asa rocks gently against you, your spent member still nestled inside her warmth. "I didn’t know you were so turned on. You don’t have to apologize for loving me too much.”

Asa slowly lifts herself off your softening penis, a trickle of your combined cum and her juices dripping down her thigh. She leans down, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your chest and abdomen, her tongue laving over your sweat-slicked skin.

“We’ll just have to get you back in shape,” she says as she makes her way down your member.

Asa smiles as she takes your soft penis between her fingers. She’s careful when she strokes it, playing around with your soft skin. You feel embarrassed, but remember how many times she has done this before. It’s like the first time every time, as you leave yourself in her care.

Asa sticks out her tongue now and carefully licks your head.

“Can you even imagine how much I’ve missed the taste of your cum?” she says. Her tongue swirls around the tip, lapping up all the remnants of your release. She hums in approval, the vibrations traveling through you.

"Mmm, you taste divine," Asa hums with delight as she feels your soft, spent length against her tongue.

“I actually love sucking your soft penis,” she giggles. “I love feeling it harden.” Asa lets her tongue glide along the underside, tracing the delicate vein that runs its length, feeling it twitch and pulse with the faintest of life.

"Mmm, and it's still so warm," she says, catching the head gently between her lips and suckling softly. She rolls her tongue over the tip, lapping at the sensitive crown. Asa takes more of you into her mouth until she feels your length begin to stir, to swell against her tongue.

"Oh, I can feel it, darling," she coos, pulling back slightly to admire the growing hardness.

She wraps her hand around your penis, stroking gently, looking at the way it thickens and lengthens under her fingers. "Look at it, so eager to go back inside me," Asa praises, pumping you slowly.

She sticks out her tongue and lets it slide between your head and foreskin, moving it around as if trying to clean every single drop of cum she might have missed. It’s a strange feeling, you can feel Asa almost inside you, and technically, she is. With this final action, you’re back to your old self, hard and ready.

Leaning down, she takes you deep into her throat once more, swallowing around your thickness, enjoying the way it stretches her lips and fills her mouth completely. She bobs her head up and down and sucks so greedily as saliva pools out of the corner of her lips, making loud and sloppy noises.

You have to grit your teeth and close your eyes. Asa knows it’s too much for you. She knows how weak you were when you were inside her throat; she could make you cum in no time.

But it wasn’t the time for that and she stops. She crawls back up your body, revealing the pool of cum and juices that had pooled at the end of your bed, throwing a leg over your hips. She straddles you once more, positioning herself above your erection.

She sinks down slowly with her eyes closed, engulfing you in her welcoming pussy. "Mmmmmh… I could get addicted to the way you fill me up," she moans.

Asa begins to move, rolling her hips in a slow grind, savoring the feeling of you throbbing inside her. She always started like that, but it doesn’t last long. She braces her hands on your chest now, fingers splayed across your skin, and starts to bounce on you with increasing fervor.

“Hnng,” you moan. Asa doesn’t leave you any time to take it in.

"Is this too much for you, baby?" Asa laughs, tossing her head back as she rides you in a frantic pace.

She leans down, hair falling around you both like a curtain, and captures your lips in a deep kiss. "I love seeing you like this, completely at my mercy."

Asa continues her relentless pace, jumping up and down on your length with strength and vigor. You had just come, but you can feel it building up again. Your body won’t allow it this time. Asa won’t allow it. However, even if she has an unnatural amount of stamina, it can’t last forever, and now her wild, frenzied pace begins to take its toll.

You take the chance and flip your positions, pinning her beneath you on the mattress. She gasps in surprise, and a delighted laugh bubbles from her lips.

Asa doesn’t mind. As long as she can feel you pumping inside her, she will be satisfied. Her legs wrap around your hips, heels digging into your backside as she urges you closer, deeper.

"Now that's more like it," Asa laughs. "Show me what you can do, darling. Fuck me like you mean it."

Your hips set a punishing rhythm, each powerful thrust driving you impossibly deep, striking that secret spot deep within her that makes her go crazy. Asa cries out, back arching off the bed. Her head is pushed into the mattress as you go on your knees to use your weight to push it even deeper.

The way her hips rise to meet your thrusts, the way she clings to you with a desperate, almost agonized need, it's enough to drive you mad. Asa laughs and moans, seeing you so worked up.

But you want to drive her crazy. Your hand slides down between your bodies, looking for her swollen clit. You rub it in tight, circling circles, feeling it swell and throb beneath your touch. Asa’s cries become louder, and she shuts her eyes completely, overwhelmed by the newfound pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yes, that’s it," Asa chants, voice rising in pitch, growing increasingly desperate. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop. I'm so close, so fucking close." She clings to you, nails digging into your shoulders.

You feel your own release coming again, and with a final thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt in Asa's pussy, your hot seed erupting forth, flooding her completely. The sensation proves too much, and with a scream of your name, Asa comes as well, clinching you even tighter than before and milking you for every last drop. Her pussy convulses with so much strength that it almost hurts, gripping you with desperation. You collapse against her, both of you panting and shaking.

Asa stays beneath you with a satisfied smile, feeling the warm cum slowly drip out of her. Her body is relaxed, glowing with sweat, utterly spent. Maybe you had some more semen to give her but she was sure she had the rest of the week to get it out of you. So, for now, it was enough.

The room quiets again, left with the soft sounds of your uneven breathing. She curls into your embrace, tucking her head beneath your chin. Her hand rests on your chest, tracing lazy patterns along your skin.

"Mmm, that was incredible," Asa whispers. Her lips brush your collarbone, and she leaves you a tender kiss right on your neck.

“You’re… really intense, Asa,” you manage between breaths, half-laughing, half-exhausted.

She lifts her head, a mischievous smile plastered on her lips. “Oh, my love… that was only the beginning.” Asa rolls over you, straddling your waist once more, but too tired to stand up. She lies down on your body, her face hovering just above yours. And with a wide grin: “We have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

THE END

Written, 29 September - 2 October 2025

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