Days with Chaeryeong: Theatrics
male reader x Lee Chaeryeong
~5k words
A/N: Prompt for @kwilquib. Thank you so much for hosting!
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This was quite possibly the dumbest idea you’ve ever agreed to.
You’ve been staring at mahogany for the past three minutes, fidgeting with the box of air that you call the pizza box in your hand and tugging at the collar of your shirt.
It’s a door. Your door. The one that came with the house you bought. Leading to your home. To your wife. Your Chaeryeong, your Chaery, the love of your life who just so happens to be at the other end of it, waiting for you to knock. You’ve done the action of opening it, closing it, locking it, so on and so forth so many times and yet, knocking is what throws you off.
Seriously, why bother knocking when you own the damn place, but here you are. Forced to knock for the sake of satisfying her curiosity.
And you’ll do anything for your wife.
Even at the cost of your dignity.
You sigh, your hand knocking on the wood. One, two—
“You sure took your time getting here.” The door opens to reveal your wife, dressed in a camisole that you knew was a size smaller and a pair of shorts that showed off those thighs you simply adored. She leans against the doorframe, hair over one shoulder and her lips curled in a smirk.
“Hi. I-uh, yo-your-uh,” you cough, swallow, avoid contact for a second before looking straight back at her, avoiding looking anywhere near down. Trying to get into character, as she so eloquently told you earlier. “Your pizza’s here. It’s uh, it’s fifteen bucks in total–”
“Oh no!” she gasps like the drama queen she’s trying to be. “I forgot to get my wallet!”
“I can wait here–”
“You should come in, please.” Her finger starts tapping her chin before slipping between her teeth, a grin spreading across her face.
“And it’s late too!” she adds, her hand clutching your arms. “It’s dangerous to drive back all alone, and you must be so tired from driving so far out just for me.”
It was two in the afternoon. And you live here.
She’s enjoying this way too much.
“Just, you know, doing my job,” you chuckle meekly, clutching the empty cardboard in your hands like some teenager on his first job. “All you need to do is–”
“Let this big, strong pizza delivery boy come inside,” she finishes for you, giving your arms a squeeze before taking the pizza box from your hands, making sure to brush her fingers against yours, and stepping to the side, grin still on her face with a little bite of her lip to ‘sell’ the entire thing. “I insist.”
You do an awkward shuffle, lips fighting back against the grin that threatens to betray the show you two are performing.
“I-I wouldn’t want to-uhm, intrude so late in the night.”
Her laugh gets you. You don’t know if it’s for keeping the act up or because she genuinely finds you hilarious doing this whole shtick with her. She puts a hand on her cheek, tilting her head like she’s swooning at how adorably stupid you must look right now.
“It’s no problem. Gotta pay for the food anyway,” she teases, a giggle managing to escape from her lips. “Maybe even a nice, thick tip for being so brave delivering pizzas.”
Yeah, definitely too much.
Before you can ‘think’ of another excuse, you’ve been pulled inside to your living room. The same place where you two have Friday movie nights, the same place where you had pepperoni pizza for lunch, and the same place where this entire idea was born out of boredom.
“Sorry for the mess.” She goes ahead and places the empty box down on the coffee table, pushing some empty glasses and plates to the side. “I had some friends earlier and forgot to clean up.”
You can’t tell if that was a jab at you or not.
She makes sure to bend over right there in front of you, giving you a free view of her ass. The very ass that you’ve buried your face into countless times while her thighs wraps around your head.
She takes her time straightening up, giving a little twirl to face you and stretches her arms above her head, that camisole riding up to show her midriff, her breasts straining the top. She adds an over the top moan that was totally unnecessary and places her hands behind her back to give a little (a lot) more emphasis to her chest before walking up to you.
Now, your wife is hot—that’s simply facts. Years of sleeping next to her and with her has made you memorize every single inch of her body as if it was the back of your hand. You’ve seen her in the skimpiest clothing and had the pleasure of peeling it off her one by one. Especially stockings off of her thighs.
That fucks you up more than anything.
But somehow, the casual fit she has on is frying your brain. The hints of skin showing underneath the top, her chest making the fabric rise for god’s sake, those damn shorts that accentuate the curve of her ass and showing off the pillows you call her thighs—you’ve slept on them before—and it is unfair how she looks better in this than most of the things she’s worn.
Maybe this is a good idea after all.
“How much do I owe you again?” She leans forward, the neckline of her top dipping, her cleavage in full view. Combine that with the smell of musky vanilla and you are hooked.
God what the fuck—
“F-fifteen for the pizza,” you answer, not hiding the fact that you’re staring at her tits anymore.
She’s leering, eyeing you up and down before easing back and smiling with mock innocence. “Okay!”
She slips past you, making sure to get really close, chest almost smothering your arm and her fingers brushing against yours as she gets to the kitchen counter to get your ‘payment’. You don’t really know if she’ll actually give you cash since your eyes are glued to the sway of her hips, the jiggle of her thighs, the–
“Payment for the manly delivery boy.” She hands you tissue paper. Four, to be exact. You can’t help but let stare at them for a moment before letting a sigh out of your lips. Really?
“With a little extra. Think I can get your tip next?”
Alright, now she's laying it on a bit too thick. But this was getting a bit too entertaining to put a stop to.
“My boss will kill me if I don’t get back–”
“You shouldn't leave! It’s so late and it started raining!”
The skies were clear, you're pretty sure you heard birds chirping outside before you came in, and she’s undeniably bullshitting.
“Damn, it did start raining.” You play along, looking annoyed at the ‘rain’ that was pouring over the windows. “I guess I should stay here for now then.”
“You definitely should,” she nods, very enthusiastic about it all. A grin featured on her face, her eyebrows are wagging, and she’s bouncing on her toes. “Let me show you where you’ll be sleeping.”
“I think the couch is good enough for me,” you say, giving her a sheepish smile. Still ‘in character’ even if you’ve wanted to drop the act since you knocked on your door.
Chaeryeong doesn’t care. Or at least, she can’t be asked to since she’s pretty adamant on getting you in bed rather than the couch. She gives you another half-assed excuse (something about hospitality) to get you to the bedroom, hands grabbing your wrists, tugging you gently towards your room with a grin on her face.
“I’d be such a bad hostess if I let you sleep on the couch,” she says, taking you upstairs.
Admittedly, the couch was comfortable enough to sleep on. It survived worse. Such as when you and her fuck on it.
It’s only when you hear the creaking of a door opening that you realize that she’s brought you to your bedroom. “After such a long, hard drive you should be sleeping on the bed–”
She pauses, eyes darting between you and the bed like you did something to it (you made the bed this morning). She even takes a step back from you, letting go of your ‘big, strong’ arms—her words, not yours—and in comes another act.
“Oh no!” she gasps, a hand over her mouth, eyes wide and staring straight at you with such a scandalized expression your lips twitch. You try your damnedest to prevent yourself from laughing at how absurdly cringe she’s acting right now. “There’s only one bed! Whatever will we do?”
The guest room was right next door. She knows this. You know this. You also know she’s mixing up the tropes for the fun of it.
Not like it matters anymore when you’re so close to being able to strip away this delivery boy act. But alas, you must carry on.
“Really, the couch is fine. I’m used to it.” You scratch the back of your head. You’ve stopped pretending at this point, and you’re just running out of things to say.
“Is there any way I can convince you to stay?” She’s back to pressing up against you, eyes looking up at yours, hands resting at your belt, all with that smirk on her face.
It’s funny how she can make up more excuses that no longer make sense to the narrative that you started with. And you can’t lie, she’s doing a pretty good job at acting.
She keeps up with the shocked expressions, the exaggerated gasps, the wide eyes, yet her hands are still sending waves of pleasure down your crotch, her tongue comes out to lick her lips, and her chest is really fucking distracting.
The entire thing is so ridiculously stupid it’s crazy how you haven’t broken down in laughter since the beginning. Though she makes it really hard not to when she’s been teasing you with the peeks of skin and palming your cock.
Chaeryeong leans in, close enough for your noses to touch. She gives you her best set of ‘fuck me’ eyes, bites her lip, and gives you a squeeze.
Then she asks you one question, because of course she had to pull that line out.
“Is that sausage for me?”
You smile, let a chuckle leave your mouth before you rein it back in, your hands taking hold of her waist. You can tell she was cringing at the words that left her mouth when she closed her eyes and pursed her lips to stop herself from doing the same thing.
“Shut it,” she mutters, a hand momentarily leaving your pants to pinch your arm.
“It was kinda funny,” you reply, leaning down to give her a peck on the lips.
She leans into the kiss, deepening it when her tongue slides against your lips for a quick taste before pulling away. “No, it wasn’t.”
The smile on her face says otherwise, but you’ll roll with it.
She walks backward, fingers hooked around your belt to bring you along until she drops back on the bed, resting her hands on your thighs and looking up to you with a tilt of her head.
“Are you gonna give me your sausage now, mister delivery boy?”
You don’t get a chance to reply since she’s already unbuckled your belt and unzipped your pants. Her excitement shows now, outshining the persona she’s all but given up on when her eyes light up, her thighs press together and she starts wetting her lips because the only thing left between her and what she’s been longing for was a single button.
And when she finally pops it open and drags your pants and underwear down in one go, her gaze drops down to your cock, hard and throbbing and oh fuck she’s already on you.
Chaeryeong wasn’t one for pleasantries anymore; even with your hands running through her locks she’s ravenous, bobbing up and down your length. She’s sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing as her hands pump at whatever’s left of your cock that isn’t inside her mouth.
“Fuck, Chaery–”
It’s taking everything you can not to buck your hips, to lose control and hold her in place while you use her throat. She’d love it too, yet she doesn’t give you the option when she tries to take you deep in her throat.
Keyword: tries.
She struggles, sputters all over your cock, drooling as she braces her hands on your thighs, her wet mouth almost enveloping your entire length before her gag reflex kicks in and forces her back with a gasp. Spit connects her lips to your tip, and you watch it drip down her chin and fall to her chest, seeping into her top.
“I think that’s enough foreplay,” she says, leaning back and hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts. She’s still making a show of it, stretching her legs upward, shimmying her shorts off. The fabric peels off her thighs, over her knees, reaching her ankles where she gives it a little flick away. “I needed this cock in me ever since we started.”
“You were the one who suggested this whole thing.” You fumble with your pants, toeing off your shoes, before you pause. Her panties had a damp patch right in the center. The sight alone makes you twitch and strip faster.
“And while I adored having my delivery boy come in,” she teases, legs spreading, giving you a clear idea of how wet she actually is. “I would love it more if my husband would fuck me already.”
As tempting as that sounds, you wanted a little foreplay of your own.
You get on your knees, taking a hold of her thighs and pulling her towards you, her frame bouncing lightly off the bed. Your hand starts to caress one of them, loving how it flexes under your touch. Another comes down to give that wet patch a little rub, and a little whimper comes out of her.
“Please,” she says, her thighs flexing under your touch. “Need it, need you–”
You take hold of the soaked fabric and ease it down her thighs, her hips lifting up to help you. It slides down so smoothly, so quickly past her knees, her feet. You shrug it off one, letting it hang off one ankle before it falls down her leg.
“Patience, princess.” She positively preens whenever she hears you call her that, sinking down the mattress. “You can wait like the good girl I know you are.”
She lets out another whimper, all that confidence, that bravado she had earlier slowly cracking with a few simple words that turns her into putty in your hands. She bites her lip, stopping herself from saying something that would make her come apart completely. “Can I get my reward for being a good girl?”
“I don’t know, sweetie.” Your fingers trace her lips, rubbing her clit slowly, licking your lips at how her pussy glistens with her juices. Her scent is intoxicating, your own lips getting wet from how much you want to have a taste. “Have you earned it yet?”
The nickname sends a shiver this time, chest rising and falling shakily. You know her composure’s fallen when she starts to roll her hips at you and starts to mutter something under her breath.
You hum, pushing a digit inside her and the cry she lets out is heavenly. “Speak louder, princess.”
“I have!” Chaeryeong lets out, hands reaching out to grip the sheets. She uses it to push herself up, a strap falling down her shoulder as wide eyes stare straight at you. “I earned it! Stop teasing already, I want you inside me, please please I want it, I want it, Iwantit–”
“Look at you,” you smile, pressing your thumb down on her clit while your finger pumps slowly inside her. “So eager already. You don’t want to have a little more fun first?”
You add a second finger in, her wet heat so tight around them. She’s grinding against you now, desperate for you, your fingers, your cock.
“But I was so good earlier–” she cries, “I did so well, did my best. I deserve it, don’t I? Please, let me have your cock, pound me right here on the bed and fill me up. I’ll take it all, take you like a good girl would. Please, daddy, please!”
It’s that one damn word that gets you. Daddy. She only ever calls you that on special occasions, and every time she says it it makes you want to fuck her the way she wants to be ruined.
And you’ll do anything for your wife.
You slip your fingers out of her, the wet schlick making her whine. Her walls clench around nothing, her arousal running down her folds.
“Open up, princess,” you tell her, bringing your fingers closer to her mouth. “And suck.”
Chaeryeong obeys, darting her tongue out to have a lick before her mouth wraps around them, sucking needily. Her eyes never left yours, pleading, begging you for more praise.
“That’s a good girl,” you flatter, popping your fingers away and giving them a quick lick of your own, tasting whatever was left of her juices on them.
It’s the sight that gets you. That tight shirt straining her chest, straps falling down her shoulders, her tits spilling out of them, waiting to be squeezed and sucked on. Her legs part wider for you before she crawls backward onto the bed. Not to escape you, but to bring you right where she wants it, where she wants you to be.
Your shirt comes off before you crawl onto the bed, meeting her before she reaches the pillows. She’s right underneath you now, and her parted legs welcome you. Your cock presses up against her core, and gasps fill the air. Yours, hers, the heat was already too much, too inviting. You don’t think she knows her hips have started grinding against your length.
“Please give me your cock.” Oh, she definitely knows. “Please, daddy–”
You lift her legs higher, making her panties fall down to her thigh before spreading her wide. You have half a mind to take it off her and shove it in her mouth. Imagining how she’d let out these muted cries while you rail her.
Yet the dirty words that flow out of her mouth are like music to your ears. ‘Please’, ‘daddy’, ‘cock’—three different words all repeated like a mantra, combining with all the ways she tells you how much she wants it, reminding you that she’s a good girl. Your good girl.
She’s panting, trembling, begging for you to fill her up. She’s almost willing it into existence when you line yourself up, your cockhead grinding against her soaked entrance, her juices smearing your tip.
“Is this what you want?” you tease, flicking up and down her folds, her mewls chipping away at your patience, the urge to debase her growing higher and higher.
Chaeryeong nods, humming her agreement. eyes closed and lips biting back her moans. Her shirt, that damn shirt, is sticking to her like skin, neckline dipped down from the fallen strap that one good tug at it would reveal those beautiful tits.
But you can't have her like that. Not quietly writhing under you. You want her loud, pleading. You want your needy princess back, so you let her simmer a bit more.
“Let me hear you say it, Chaery. Let me hear you beg for it one more time.” You give a little push, her lips taking you in, ending when your tip disappears inside her. And holy shit was she so wet you were trying damn hard not to go all the way.
“Fuck, d-daddy, please fuck me. I-it’s not enough, I want more, want all of it in me, p-please, please. I’ll be your good little girl, your good little princess to use–” She’s trying her best to take your length in herself, her hand coming down to your shaft to urge you deeper. “Please, please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease–”
When she realizes she can’t, she gives you these quick pumps to convince you instead. Every stroke was frantic, messy, her own attempts to get you to lose control both a success and a failure at the same time.
And when you finally, finally, push forward, she lets out this drawn out cry of relief. You push inside her slowly, letting her heat consume you bit by bit, her walls pulsing around your shaft. Her hands shoot out to grip the sheets, her head rolling back in pleasure.
“God, daddy, you’re so fucking big,” she says, eyes closing, reveling in the the way you fill her.
“All for you, princess,” you say, bottoming out inside her. You let go of her thighs, using your body to trap her instead, hands cupping her cheeks, and you're so close to her. You take a minute to look at her, her almost angelic features transfixed in this state of need, of ecstasy, and suddenly you lose all other thoughts.
You stop moving altogether to watch her slowly open her eyes, full of desire that simmers when a moment of clarity hits her. “Daddy?”
“You’re so beautiful, Chaery.” You didn’t even mean to say it right then and there, yet the words come out anyway. There was no lie in them, not when words fail to express how radiant she looks beneath you.
Desire gets overtaken with this fondness for a moment, a loving smile on her face as she reaches a hand up and caresses your cheek. “Thanks, love.”
Chaeryeong gives you a kiss that tells you everything. Her lust, her love for you. Her playful appreciation for going along with her joke of an acting scene. You give it all back with the same intensity, crashing it all down into her.
She pulls away from you, that fondness gone from her irises, perversion coming back in full force as she licks her lips and whispers a singular word. “More.”
Your hands move by themselves, pulling the straps of her top down her arms, slipping lower and lower until the fabric slides down enough for you to pull it down. Her breasts spill free, soft and succulent and perfect that you let yourself have a rough squeeze.
She gasps, a curse coming out of her lips as you knead her flesh, giving her nipple a quick pinch before giving it a slap. Moans begin to spill out of her as the pain of the slaps settle in, coupled with how you’ve been throbbing inside her for god knows how long and she’s beginning to lose herself once again to your hold.
You shift upwards, giving her breast a final grope before it comes back down to hook around her thighs. With a press forward, you plant your hands back on either side of her head, and she’s almost folded in half. Your weight pins her to the mattress, her pussy clenching around you, completely helpless at the position she’s in.
She mewls, hands clawing at the sheets, loving how deep you’ve buried yourself inside of her at this new angle. “So fucking deep, daddy–”
You thrust slow, deep, her pussy so snug around you. So wet, so tight, so welcoming that each stroke makes you groan. The vanilla scent gets stronger, overwhelming you. You lean further down her neck, and give a small lick.
“You smell so fucking good, princess.” You move to kiss her lips hard. Biting her lip, shoving your tongue down her throat, all while you slowly ramp up the pace of your thrusts. And she takes it all like the good girl that she is. “New lotion?”
“P-Perfume, daddy. I-I thought–oh, fuck–” she gasps, almost crying at the way you bottom out inside her again and again and again. “Thought you-you would like it.”
“I love it.” You do. The muskiness of it, the overpowering vanilla with a hint of juniper berries mixed in. God, you just found your favorite scent on her. Or ever. But you can’t focus on that right now because you–“Love how tight this pussy is more.”
“And it’s all yours daddy,” she cries, her head lolling back on the bed. “Your little cockwarmer, all yours to use whenever you want–fuck!”
You’re pounding her down on the bed so hard you’d think it would leave an imprint afterwards. Your body sticks flush against hers now, her hard nubs rubbing against your chest. The harsh slaps of flesh get louder, and you can feel her legs tremble every time you drive inside her. It makes her blabber on, crying, screaming. She’s lost, utterly possessed with euphoria.
It is addicting having her like this, all delirious and fucked stupid on your cock. That ditzy smile on her face as she replaces the grip on her sheets to your shoulders. Never has she been so gone from being taken before, and this new side of her that’s appeared is captivating, intoxicating.
And to think all you had to do was be a pizza delivery man for a few minutes.
Her walls never stop clenching around you, seemingly getting tighter by the second. She’s gushing, the sheets below you two stained with her arousal. You’re not complaining, of course. It makes it so much more easier to fuck the shit out of Chaeryeong.
“I’m so close daddy!” she screams, her voice cracking. “Please don’t stop, please! I’m so so close!”
“Yeah?” you growl, leaning down to kiss her another rough kiss on the lips. “My princess wants to cum on my cock?”
“Yes! Yes, your little cumdump is so close please–” But you don’t want her to yet. You want to tease her a little bit more, wanting this to last because who knows when you’ll have her like this again—underneath you and crazy for your cock. She always has been, but she’s downright feral for it today.
So you slow down, painfully so for you both, back to deep, slow thrusts that make her whine.
“Daddy! I wanna cum!” she whines, trying to roll her hips at you to no avail.
“Good girls can hold it in for a little longer.” The chuckle you let out sounded cruel even to you, but the desperate sounds she’s making when you bottom out and grind your hips sounds too good for you to stop.
Chaeryeong’s trembling under your hold, whining and sobbing about how much she needs to cum. She’s pulsing around your shaft, and there’s no denying that she was so close to being undone.
She’s biting her lip, eyes wide open with this yearning. Her deep breaths accentuate her breasts, and honest to god you need to appreciate them more.
That top she wore did wonders in that front.
It wasn’t until you realized she was muttering something under her breath that you leaned in, fragments of words tangling with her shaky breathing.
“–eed me.”
“Did you say something princess?” you ask, tilting your head.
“Please breed me!” she cries out, the words bursting out of her mouth, finally having enough of your teasing. “I’ll take all of it, every drop of cum inside my pussy. Fucking breed me, use me, just–just make me cum. God just please let me cum!”
She’s keeps going, on and on and on about her sheer need to cum, insisting you to fuck her as much as you want until you blow your load inside of her. She’s barely lucid, doing anything she can to keep you close and moving again. Leaving scratches on your back, pulling you in. Promising to be the goodest girl, to drain you of all of your cum and not spill a single drop.
Though, she didn’t have to.
You were a goner the moment she said the word ‘breed’.
Your hips were moving on its own, picking up a merciless pace, thrusting into her balls deep and not letting up for anything. Using her like she wants as an outlet for your own pleasure. One that is quickly approaching its peak when you feel that tightness in your loins.
She cums first, predictably, inevitably. It’s what she’s been craving for so much that her eyes roll back from the climax. The neighbours can probably hear her screams but it’s not like you two care right now.
“Daddy, I’m cumming! I’m cumming–”
Throughout it all you’re hammering into her, her walls convulsing around your cock. Her juices are everywhere, getting you, her, the sheets messy. Yet you won’t stop even for a moment for a reprieve, your own peak so damn close that her words are the catalyst that sets you off.
“I want your cum inside my pussy daddy. Fill me up till I fucking leak, until you breed me–”
With a groan you bury your length deep, your cum spilling inside her. Every thrust you add sends another spurt of your load painting her walls, each moan she lets out a wordless encouragement for more, until you no longer can.
Breathing fills the silence, and you take one last whiff of vanilla before you give her a kiss and praise her, telling her that she’s been such a good girl for you, that your princess did so well. And she giggles, her fingers lazily circling around your nape, a shy smile appearing on her lips.
“I’m so sore.”
“You’re fault for calling me daddy.”
“You love it.”
You chuckle, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. You’re convinced that’s the end of it—Chaeryeong too fucked out to do another round with you. Until she grins and drops a bombshell of a question that sends you spiraling.
“So…wanna see me wear that cowgirl outfit?”
