Training Her - Sakura Smut - CHAPTER 1
OC X SAKURA
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He slid into bed with a sigh, immediately rolling over onto his side with his back to her.
Sakura frowned. Gently, she scooted over - pressing a kiss to his cheek, her hand sliding beneath the sheets to caress his bare chest. Her breasts pressed against his back, her crotch grinding against his hip as she attempted to lift her boyfriend out of his funk.
Jinho let out a groan of displeasure. “Sakura…” he murmured. “I’m not in the mood tonight.” He rolled over to face her, using a hand to ease her away from him. “I had to train all day - and I’ve got to go in early tomorrow so I can help with the arrangements for the Trainee Exams.”
She pressed her lips together. “It’s been two weeks, Jinho!” Sakura said. “Are you just… never going to be in the mood to be with me?” She closed her eyes. “Am I just not pretty enough for you, is that it?”
“That’s not it, sakura!” Jinho insisted. “I just… fuck, what do you want from me? I’m a producer now. It can’t be like it used to, it just fucking can’t.” Before, right after they had started dating, they had screwed like rabbits - nearly every night, sometimes even multiple times.
“Hmph!” she grunted. “Fine.” She rolled over, this time presenting her back to him. “Good night.”
Jinho shook his head slowly. Like she had, he rolled over - calling a sleepy “Good night.” to her before drifting off to sleep.
Sakura, however, had a sleepless night. Her mind was running at a thousand kilometers per hour, desperately searching for ways that she could rekindle the passion that she so missed. She could dress up in lingerie? Arrange for him to have a day off with his boss? She wasn’t sure.
However… something caught her eye.
Beside their bed was a bookshelf. And on that bookshelf were many books - but one in particular seemed to stand out to her. It was a rather dull color, but the writing on the spine was what caught her eye.
Sakura smirked. Her neighbour, famed for his lecherous nature,
Kim Shik was her ticket. Surely, he would know best how to coax Jinho into bed - and at this point, she had no other options.
The next day, she sought him out, finding him in a cafe
“Sakura!” he called cheerily. Despite his rather advanced age, he still looked great, his white hair still spiky and wild, his demeanor still bright and positive. Really, aside from a few wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, he still looked the same
“Ajhussi!” Sakura said, bowing slightly. “You wouldn’t mind if I sat down with you, would you?” she asked, a hand on the back of the chair opposite him.
“I wouldn’t mind at all, Sakura,” he said. “In fact, be my guest! I’ll even buy you some coffee on the house, if you’d like.”
She sat down. Sakura took a deep breath, closing her black eyes for a moment before reopening them, a new determination shining in the black orbs. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary, Ajhussi.” she said. “I have no intention of dragging this out.” She swallowed a lump in her throat, pulling at the collar of her shirt nervously. “I’d… like to ask you something,” Sakura confessed.
“Go ahead and ask then,” said Kimshik. “I promise I won’t judge you.”
She leaned forward, glancing either way to ensure that no one was listening in on their conversation. “I… there’s a problem with Jinho and me.” A pause. “A problem in the… erm… bedroom.”
“Ah, I see,” Kimshik said. “He can’t get it up? Well, actually, there’s a pill you can get at the pharmacy for that, it’s called-”
Sakura flushed. “No, no, no, that’s not it!” she said hurriedly. “He can… g-get it up just fine, it’s just that he’s never in the mood.” She frowned. “I wanted to… improve my technique, if you will. I-I want to please him better. To show him that even if he has to work all of the time… that I’m still there for him. Even when he’s not there for me.”
Kimshik smiled sweetly. “Tell you what,” he said, grabbing a napkin from the table. He pulled a pen out from a coat pocket, scribbling something down onto the makeshift paper. “Come to my house after your boyfriend leaves” he said, sliding the napkin across the table to her. “We can get started whenever you’d like.”
She took the napkin, folding it up neatly and slipping it into her pocket. “I’d prefer to start tonight, if we can,” she said. “Is that alright?”
“That’s fine with me,” said Kimshik.
A nervous look flickered across her eyes for a brief moment. “What… um… what would you want me to wear?”
He smirked. “Wear something nice,” he murmured. Kimshik leaned forward until he was so close that she could see the whites of his eyes. “Not that you’ll be wearing it for long,” he added, a lecherous grin on his face.
She flushed. “I’ll… uh… w-what time do you want me to come over?” she asked, attempting and failing to mask her obvious embarrassment.
“Six or seven will do,” he said, leaning back in his chair. He took a sip of his tea. “See you later, Sakura”
Sakura stood, bowing once more. “I will see you at seven, Ajhussi,” was all she said, before striding out of the cafe, the door opening with a ring and closing behind her with a soft thud.
Kimshik watched her leave, glancing at her rather nice ass.
‘Hmm,’ he thought, a hand gently rubbing his pointed chin.
He couldn’t believe such a stunning idol like Sakura would have problems like this in her life. He was in disbelief when he first saw her with Jinho. He had to rub his eyes to make sure that the woman was indeed Sakura, and he would linger in front of their door to catch a glimpse of this sexy idol. Now, he had the opportunity; he would never let her go.
Sakura tugged at the hem of her dress, wishing that she had worn a longer one. It was beautiful, really, falling to her knees in waves. A deep navy blue, it flowed across her body like water, showing off the ample curves.
She swallowed nervously. Kimshik was, of course, a very affluent man, what with the popular series that he’d written, erotic webtoon - funding his years of debauchery. He lived in not surprisingly, near her house, however. It was in a very nice neighborhood.
The sexy idol reached a hand forward and knocked softly on the door.
Footsteps approached from the other side. The door opened, revealing Kimshik - clad in a simple grey robe. His hair appeared slightly damp, as if he had just recently gotten out of the shower.
“Sakura!” he greeted, dark eyes roaming up and down her body, the old man eying her like a piece of meat. She resisted the urge to cross her arms over her chest. “Come in, come in!”
She smiled nervously. Sakura stepped inside, wincing slightly as the door slid closed behind her. She turned, watching Kimshik expectantly as he twisted and turned the various locks on his door back into place.
“Alright,” said Kimshik. “Take a seat… and tell me what the problem is. Now that we’re, well, you know - not in the middle of a public cafe, we can be a little freer about what we say and do.” He watched as she took a seat on his plush leather couch. “Would you like some coffee?”
“Umm… yes, please,” she said.
“I’ll be just a minute,” he said. “I’ve already got a pot on the stove. Ice or no ice?”
“No ice,” Sakura replied.
Kimshik nodded. He disappeared into the other room for a few moments. Sakura could hear the sound of silverware, the clinking of glass, of something being added to drinks, and then footsteps. He returned, two mugs filled nearly to the brim with steaming coffee in his hands.
He handed one to Sakura before sitting down on a chair beside the couch.
“So like I said - what’s the problem?” Kimshik asked.
Sakura gulped. “Well… ever since I can remember, Jinho and I have had a rather… erm… dull sex life,” she said.
“Dull?” he said. “Elaborate, if you will.”
“Well, really, we just do the same thing every time,” Sakura explained. “He lays me down on my back. Puts his… penis in me. And then he just thrusts in and out of me until he finishes. I-I don’t really finish like he does,” she flushed at the words. “Not unless I do… things beforehand to get myself warmed up.”
I see.” Kimshik said, shaking his head slowly.
He didn’t know what that bastard was thinking, having such a beautiful woman loving you. This woman was a goddess that millions of people around Korea would give up their fortune to have a night with, but this bastard just wastes this treasure. No, he has to make sure that her sexy body is fully satisfied.
“Alright, Sakura,” he said. “Sex is a game, a wonderful, wonderful game. One that involves a lot more positions than just missionary. I can name five off the top of my head: doggy style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, sixty-nine, and then the all too classic ‘carry me’.” He paused.
“But… sex isn’t just the guy putting his cock in a girl’s pussy, right? There’s plenty of other things you can do.” He rubbed his chin. “Listen… if we’re going to do this, you’re going to have to go along with everything. And I mean everything. There’s no going back after this, Sakura, so you had better make your decision now.”
‘This is for Jinho.’ Sakura thought, her hand curling up into a ball at her side. ‘For Jinho.’
She nodded resolutely. “I’m willing to do whatever you ask of me,” Sakura said, a subtle firmness in her otherwise soft voice.
“Good,” said Kimshik. He put his tea down on the table before standing up. “I’m going to have to ask you to strip. All the way down.” He resisted the urge to chuckle at her horrified look. “I need to get an idea of what we have to work with.”
“A-alright,” she said. She set her tea down as well, before climbing to her feet. Sakura stood in the center of the living room, facing Kimshik.
Slowly, she slipped the straps of her dress down her creamy shoulders. Then, with a simple nudge, the rest of the garment fell down - revealing a lacy black set of bra and panties. Slowly, she unhooked the bra, allowing her rather perky breasts to spill out. Then, she slid her panties down her legs, revealing her smoothly shaven snatch.
Kimshik whistled. “Impressive,” he said. He took a step forward, groping one of her breasts. Sakura flinched at the contact, but couldn’t deny the small ripple of pleasure that coursed through her as he brushed her rosy nipple. “Firm and supple,” he said. He gave a squeeze. “Mmm. Just the way I like’em.”
Sakura frowned slightly. “W-what’s next?” she asked, a slight shiver running through her as a breeze brushed against her exposed nipples.
“Get down on your knees, Sakura,” he said. “I’m going to show you some ways you can help get things started before you get to the main course.”
Another nod. She sank down onto her knees, eye to eye with the obvious bulge in his crotch.
Slowly, Kimshik unwound the sash holding his robe together. Then, he pulled it off - allowing it to drop to the ground. He was still heavily muscled despite his advanced age.
However, Sakura’s attention was directed elsewhere. She could only gape at the monster that hung between his legs. Even flaccid… it… It looked bigger than Jinho’s when he was erect. And it was a lot thicker as well, at least doubly so.
Kimshik smirked. That tea was certainly being put to good use - there was no chance in hell that Sakura would do something like this normally… but the aphrodisiac he’d slipped into her mug was certainly helping move things along in that department. All the better for him, for he had a beautiful naked woman in his home, who was willing to do anything for him so long as he taught her some ‘tricks’.
Gripping the base of his member, he slid it in front of her face. “How does it smell?” he asked.
She sniffed hesitantly at first, but with more gusto once she got a hint of his scent. “Musky…” she murmured, licking her lips. “Manly. Kind of… kind of like the cologne Jinho wears when we go out to eat.”
“Good,” Kimshik said. “Now… just give it a taste, Sakura-chan.” His member was at half mast now, only a few scant centimeters away from her plump pink lips. “Just a lick will do. Go on now - don’t be shy.”
Sakura stared at it for a moment, anxiety flickering through her pale eyes. Then, she darted forward in a blur, her tongue slipping out of her mouth for a split second to lap against the head of his member.
Her eyes widened. “Wow…” she whispered. “It tastes… wow. Like- I don’t know. It’s hard to describe.” She leaned forward again, giving his member another lick - slower this time. “Sweet. Sweet, but bitter at the same time. But it tastes really… good, Ajhussi.”
But… to hear a woman as sexy as Sakura call him big that easily brought his cock up to full mast, his erection so hardened that he could likely pierce through steel with it.
“Now… a little skin to skin contact if you will,” Kimshik said. He gripped the base of his pole tightly before poking it lightly against her left breast - squishing her nipple and the globe in with the sheer size of his member.
She gasped. “W-what are you doing?” she said, resisting the urge to shove him away from her.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Kimshik. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
Sakura gulped. It did feel good. Really good. Her breasts had always been particularly sensitive… it was a pity her boyfriend had always been more of an ass man. Not that she lacked in that department either.
He pulled away slightly, only to repeat the same motion against her right tit. He wiggled his erection around, sliding the head of his member all along the globe - drops of his precum smearing across her fair skin.
“Alright,” he said, the third time she nearly punched him in the groin. “Lift your arms up, sweetie. Put them up behind your head - just like that, there you go.”
“F-fuck… w-what am I doing?” Sakura murmured. “This is… this is wrong…!” she whispered. “What about my BF.
“Calm down.” With such authority, such firmness, such sheer masculinity coursing through his voice, Sakura had no choice but to obey. “This is for Jinho, remember?” Kimshik said. “Just relax. Let it happen.”
He continued his ministrations, sliding his cock up and down her armpits, her breasts. He even rubbed it against her face. He smeared the head up against her lips, bits of his precum sticking to her bottom lip, staining the pink skin white.
“Now, things like this can really set the mood for sex,” Kimshik explained. “You see how hard I am, right?” he said. How could she not? He was just so big, so thick, and besides, it was directly in front of her face. “And… look at you.” She followed his gaze downwards… to the liquids slowly dripping from her snatch, staining his carpet with her juices. She hadn’t even noticed the wetness… wow… and he hadn’t even needed to really do all that much aside from rubbing his thing up against her.
“There’s… more you can teach me, right?” Sakura asked.
“Oh… there’s a whole lot more I can teach you,” Kimshik said with a grin. “Here’s a sexual act that will get any man off. Especially considering the perky set you have,” he continued, casting a significant glance at her tits.
With ease, he pressed her onto her back. He seated himself on her stomach, slotting his enormous member into the valley of her breasts, a soft groaning escaping his mouth at the sheer warmth and softness of them.
“This is called a titfuck.” Kimshik explained simply. “Now, either the man or the woman can be the dominant one in this position. But… since you’re a beginner, I’ll take the reins on this one.” Slowly, he began to thrust back and forth, his cock so thick as to rub against both of her breasts at once with ease.
He kept this slow pace going for a little while, a smirk on his face at the wonder on Sakura’s face - as she watched his massive cock poke out of the top of her cleavage. She had thought her breasts were perky, but even with her globes barely covering his member, it was still easy to pick out the tower of meat within.
Kimshik gripped either side of her bust, closing them tightly around his cock. The added friction intensified the pleasure for both of them, and soon his thrusts increased in swiftness and intensity. He grunted, pinching her nipples and forcing a low moan from the sexy idol’s lips.
Sakura could feel herself rocking back and forth from his thrusts. He was so... warm. His cock felt like raw heat sandwiched between her breasts, and the feel of his rump pressing into her stomach was a pleasant one as well. His massive balls slid against the skin of her abdomen - and she could almost feel the great amounts of his jizz sloshing about within them.
There was an intensity about the way he was titfucking her. A passion. When she and Jinho made love, there had always been a distance. Perhaps brought on by his conservative nature, or something else that she was unaware of.
There was no distance here. There wasn't even the slightest hint of common decency either. He was like an animal, using her breasts as he pleased to get himself off.
And she was loving it. The intimacy, the warmth, the pungent smell of sex that could rival even her treasured cinnamon buns.
“Fuck…” Kimshik growled, entranced by the view of his enormous member sliding in and out of her cleavage. “These tits are fucking fantastic, Sakura-chan.”
She was still dumbfounded by just how big his steely length was. If Jinho had been in the same position as Kimshik was, his member would have been swallowed up by her breasts. For comparison, Kimshik’s member was large enough to look as if someone was attempting to ram a log in between two tennis balls.
Wet slaps echoed throughout the sannin’s living room, as he brutally tit fucked his neighbour’s beautiful and perky girlfriend.
Now, Kimshik had titty fucked many a woman in his long, long life. Even so, Sakura was easily in the top five of that particular list - her breasts were simply so soft, so warm, so supple. It felt as if two incredibly large marshmallows were wrapped around his enormous member. With the added bonus of her delightful moans and groans spurring him on.
There was no denying the juices that were steadily trickling down her thigh. She was incredibly aroused, to the point where even one of Jinho’s monotonous pounding sessions could likely drive her over the edge.
Kimshik could feel himself drawing close, which was truly a pity. His balls tightened beneath his shaft. His cock pulsated as he continued to thrust into his newest lover's cleavage. And then, with a mighty grunt, he came.
His white hot cum spurted from the mushroom head of his cock, splashing onto Sakura’s porcelain features. His load was massive, easily dwarfing her boyfriend’s in both volume and thickness. She could only wither his assault, closing her eyes so as not to be blinded by the great shots of his seed.
Kimshik’s essence plastered her face, soaking it in a thick layer of his jizz. He even leaned back, stroking his member languidly as he shot another half dozen shots of cum onto the luscious tits he had viciously fucked for fifteen minutes prior.
Sakura was quite the sight to behold. She had never looked more beautiful in his opinion, her dark hair in disarray, a glazed look in her dark eyes, and a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin. Not to mention the thick layer of his cum that soaked her from the abdomen up.
“Fuck, Sakura,” Kimshik groaned. “That was the best tit fuck that I've had in a long while.” A smirk slowly spread across his face. “I'm going to be right back, Sakura. Just give me a moment.”
He left her there, lying on her back in the middle of his living room - naked, and her face and tits plastered with his gooey seed. She panted lightly, only dimly aware of the continued trickling of her juices from the slit between her legs.
Kimshik returned soon after, with two items. A hand mirror, and another object that he would reveal to her in due time.
“Look at that,” he murmured, angling the mirror so Sakura could clearly see her jizz covered reflection. “What man would be able to resist a look like that? None that I know of.”
She had thought his scent was spectacular before… but now, it coated her. It was all around her. His warmth was seeping through her skin. She felt… alive, for the first time in months, years even.
And the sight of her, covered in Kimshik’s hot and sticky cum, drove her wild in a way that took her breath away.
His smirk widened. “Why don't you taste it?” he suggested, a lecherous look in his eyes.
Sakura dipped a finger in the goo trickling down the valley of her breasts before popping it into her mouth.
Her taste buds positively exploded with flavor. So sweet… so thick… so yummy. She suckled at the digit in her mouth, tongue swirling around it so every bit of his jizz was washed off of it.
“Mmm… you're so fucking sexy, Sakura,” Kimshik said, licking his lips at the delicious sight. Oh, how badly he wanted to take her, to show her the wonders of sex - but he knew that he should pace himself.
But… Sakura's eventual downfall had been assured. Now that he had his hooks in her… There was no chance he was ever going to let go. She was simply too hot, with those perky breasts, tight cunt, and soft demeanor.
“Use your fingers to clean yourself off,” he ordered her. “Don't stop until you're sparkling, alright?”
“Yes, Ajhussi,” said Sakura.
With nimble fingers, she began to collect his cum, spooning it into her mouth. She allowed it to collect until she downed the first mouthful with an audible gulp.
It took a long while to completely clean herself off, and in the end, she still had missed some spots.
“No, no,” Kimshik said. “This won't do. We can't have you going out like this now, can we?”
Digging his hand into her indigo locks, he dragged Sakura to her feet - a soft squeal falling from the sexy idol.
“Come on, now,” he murmured into her ear. “We're going to have to hop in the shower.”
Sakura blanched. “W-we’re?” she stuttered.
He smirked. “You heard me,” was all he said. Kimshik led her to his master bathroom. He slid back the glass wall and eased her inside. He followed soon after, an eager grin on his face.
With ease, Kimshik turned the water on. Soon, steam began to fill the bathroom, coating the glass and shielding their activities from view to anyone who wasn’t inside the shower itself.
He was behind her, his still hardened erection pressing against her back. Like a master chef, he kneaded her breasts, running her perky nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. His muscled chest was pressed firmly to her back, Kimshik nipping and nibbling at the creamy skin of her neck.
Her little moans and mewls were like sweet music to his ears - the sound of her soft voice whispering such obscenities only hardening his cock that much further. It was like steel now, so much blood pumping through his enormous member that Kimshik almost felt lightheaded. It was a pity he had decided to take it slow. He certainly couldn’t wait until he could take her and rearrange her insides to the shape of his massive cock as he had countless women before her.
Kimshik reached a hand down to play with her engorged clit as if it were a beanbag. His fingers fiddled with it, a grin on his face as Sakura moaned - her voice bouncing off the walls of the shower.
His cock slid into the crevasse of her ass, and soon he was sliding it back and forth - relishing in the sweet and soft feel of her ass cheeks. Soon, he had her pressed up against the wall. He bit the skin of her shoulder and neck, leaving dark purple hickies that would certainly take ample amounts of makeup or strategically placed clothes to hide. It was just another sign of his continued dominance over her. She was like putty in his skilled hands, so easy to bend and manipulate to his every whim.
Kimshik knew that he was going to enjoy breaking her. He knew he was going to enjoy turning the sexy Japanese idol into a mere whore. Begging for his cock and his cum, pleading and praying for him to stick his massive cock into her cunt or her ass. Her life would revolve around his enormous member - he was going to make it so she was never complete, not without one of his massive loads injected deep inside of her or on her.
He grabbed a bar of soap from its holder. Soon, he began rubbing it along Sakura’s rather perky breasts- sudzing them up nice and good, white bubbles appearing and hiding her pale skin from view. She groaned at the feel of the soap running across her, especially when it occasionally teased a nipple.
Once he deemed her properly clean, he washed her down - using a hand to angle to shower spray to hit all of the proper places. Turning the water off, he eased her out of the shower stall. A few moments later, they stepped back into his living room - a towel wrapped around Kimshik’s waist, while Sakura had been forced to air dry, dripping water onto his carpet.
“Alright,” said Kimshik. “Get on your hands and knees, Sakura-chan.”
She hesitated for a moment. But only for a moment.
“Of course, Ajhussi,” Sakura replied. Obediently, she got onto her hands and knees - her firm and supple ass jutted out towards him, puckered hole and dripping cunt revealed for his viewing pleasure.
He gave her a firm smack on one of her ass cheeks, drawing a squeak from the woman. A lecherous grin spread across his face.
“This might sting a little,” he said. “But it won’t take long.”
His pointer finger glowed a bright blue. Slowly, he began to draw something on the skin of her left cheek, a look of concentration on his face. Sakura whimpered in pain, but tried to remain as still as she could, screwing her eyes closed and gritting her teeth to bear the burning sensation on her rump.
He smirked. Kimshik picked up what he had brought alongside the mirror earlier - a rather simple butt plug.
“Sakura,” he murmured. “Are you an anal virgin?”
Her red face and the rapid-paced stuttering she let out were all the answer he needed.
“Good,” Kimshik said, his smirk widening. “We’ll need to work your way up, I suppose. Don’t want to tear you in half or anything like that.” One hand on her cheek, he gently twisted the plug into her puckered hole - it settled in with a pop. “Keep that in there,” he told her. “It’ll make things easier later.”
“L-later?” she said.
“Of course,” he said, standing up. “This was merely the first lesson, Sakura-chan.” A lecherous grin spread across his face. “We have a lot more to work on before you can really wow your BF with your skills.” A pause. “We’re done for tonight, however. Once you’re finished drying, get back in your clothes, fix yourself up, and get out of here.”
Sakura swallowed nervously. “When should I come back tomorrow?”
“Same time,” he said. “Same place.”
“Alright,” she murmured.
It took perhaps ten minutes for her to finish air-drying herself. She slid back into her bra and panties - before pulling the blue dress back over her head, sliding the straps up her creamy shoulders. She used the hand mirror he had brought out earlier to fix her hair.
“Goodbye, Ajhussi.” Sakura said, bowing lightly. “Thank you for the lesson.”
“Maa… it wasn’t a problem, Sakura,” Kimshik said.
She opened his door and strided out. Her walk was a little… odd, although that was to be expected with the plug still jammed up her asshole. The door closed behind her.
Kimshik let out a languid sigh. Today had been a good day.
And tomorrow was promising to be even better. He couldn’t wait.
